Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
One would be a liar if he told you that thoughts of long ago, did not creep to mind in this place. The Trollshaws somewhat held dear to one’s heart. After all, it was within these lands that he met her.
I, Adanmiel Haerelwen, had been tasked with the mission to look for a lost artifact, now recently said to be in the hands of the Lord of Carn Dum. Carn Dum was the capital of Angmar, said to be ruled by a False King, Mordirith, Steward of Angmar. I knew it to be a cold and sickly place, full of fell creatures.
Small particles of dust slowly floated down to the ground, only visible through the rays of soft light that broke through a small crevice. Elven tables stood, aged and worn with time, holding up modest boxes and texts while rubble crowded the floor and a thin layer of dirt covered every surface within its walls.
On her mission to Carn Dum to retrieve the lost artifact, Adanmiel and her companions of the Warband encounter a Angmarim high priest in entralled with dark magic. After they slay the Angmarim, the group cautiously examine the area, becoming more aware of the great Evil they will encounter as they press further on.