Bulivye's journal, chapter one
To whom who finds this journal, inside are the accounts of my captivity at the hands of the Angmarim. If you have found it, it means that I failed to carry on my quest of scouting the north eastern region of Angmar. I ask you that you leave this journal here as a warning to others, and that you might spread the word of the imminent darkness that is so eager to sweep across this land. I pray that I am not to late in delivering the news to you as well as my kin of the dangers that encompass this foul land. I am one of the last remaining prisoners they took as we walked the path to the hidden camp along the north eastern ridge line. As for my name, it is Bulivye, son of Thronrir blacksmith of a small village just outside Dale. I have come to aid the regions and expel that swells across the land, in hopes of restoring peace to these once beautiful and sacred lands. I was found, by a person whom I shall keep a secret until the time comes to reveal them. They brought me into their fold, an order, in which I was able to continue my quest under a new banner, one that would soon teach me and lead me to some amazing and grim discoveries all of which I will try to explain in a later time. I must depart, my captors have returned with another group. I wish you well on your travels. Be safe, and always wary.
