Ost Forod

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This story continues from Part VII: The Invaders.

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This story continues from Part VI: A moment's peace.

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This story continues from Part V: Death.

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This story continues from Part IV: The Scouts Return.

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This story continues from Part III: The Old Outpost in the North. 

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Written as part of the unfolding plot of Northern Charter

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The first steps in the grassy fields of Evendim lit the party up with relief. The darkness of the haunted North Down lands are behind them. But yet for one of the party, a new weight sets in, a weight of reality of loss. But she pressed through, going forward to be the main figure of the party. And the party eventually made it to Ost Forod.

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This story continues from Part II: The Girl from Gondor.

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This story continues from Part I: From Belfalas to Evendim.

“Get down!” Till hissed, grabbing Kane's arm and yanking him back behind the fallen tree.

The young man had been about to stride out from cover. He didn’t resist her; he did as she had bidden - but he did raise an eyebrow. Doubting her. So she glared at him.

“What part of stealth are you finding so difficult to understand?”