Vallen

A blizzard thrust snow through the air upon the Misty Mountains, the whistling was harsh and the gust of the wind was like a blast upon any who sought to oppose it’s natural power. “Therwen! Where are you?

When dawn had come the men and woman of The Mead Company had risen and began their search for the Beorning Mead which they had come to the Misty Mountains in search of. Through cold snow the marched and whilst the morning was still young they had found some wooden wreckage held up in the snow near a frozen lake. They began to dig with their bare hands but they found naught but a corpse. It was then when they had decided to call a vote, to go on in search of their mead or turn back.

We departed at last from our makeshift camp where we stopped in order for Knot to recover after his fall,I must say,I was utterly shocked and I feared the worse,but he's of tough craft,that man.

History...

This is just a small phase in a much larger story.

The morning had come and several hours had past since the awakening of the company. However, Alfknutr or 'Knot' was fast asleep. Quarrels had begun to break out among the company and folk began to grow impatient. Redwick tried to calm it but it had proved ill, for he had not handled it well, but alas for his attentions were good.