Entry Four
Time: Dawn
Location: Ost Gurth
Status: In full battle order
Situation: Advancing to Mirkwood
Moral: Steady
Personal notes:
*Isilorbor sits by a camp fire with his suit of armour lying prone in a tent behind him while another tent has Zelderan resting soundly*
The last few days have been nothing short of chaotice. Not only have I had to get a Rachel into a suit of armour and have her trained, a number of attacks in Bree and forced me from Ost Gurth twice already.
*Takes a gulp of water from a jug next to him, spitting some on the fire and looking up to see if he woke Zelderan up*
Zelderan was caputred, I find it most odd that a captain like him who has fought with me though the toughest battles of our life time, and some street thugs get the best of him...?
*Chuckles to himself at the turn of events, but his face turns sour*
But this is not a laughing matter, Zelderan was luckly, pure and simple. The Bree Guard have taken many losses, both to their number and their moral. Their Captain was beheaded and his body left before the Jail House. Myself and other Defenders were there with the Guard...I saw something in their eyes break at the site, so I took their captains body to be berried.
*Mutters something that could be a preyer under his breath before flicking a new page in his journal*
I left Borermor with command of any Defenders who wish to aid the Guard, as I know there are more pressing matters to attand to, we must never left go of our Oath to defend the people. I have heard many things in Bree; kidnappings, muders, muggings, and a number of other things. But what calls my mind away is what is happening in the south and north.
*As Isilorbor finishes the last three words, his gaze flickers north and south*
To the south, a great host is being asmblemed in Lorien. Mirkwood as awoken and all who are able are being called to fight back the tide of malace that is spreading. I know that a number of Elven Defenders have already left and are now waiting in Lorien, Rasheke was the first to leave, eager to return to his home. Myself and Zelderan are going together, it has been a while since we have done something impossale together.
*Looks up at Zelderan turning in his sleep and up at the raising sun*
Then to the North. In Forochel, there are report of a great Angmarim fortresst being built, the Lossoth are trying all in their power to stop them, but it is for not. I know the Heirs of Ruin are to play with this, I can feel it in my bones. Once this war in Mirkwood is done, we turn our eye onto Forochel, but I fear we will be too late...
*Looks up at Zelderan starting to awaken and closes his journal, tucking it away in Gilendil's staddle*
