On the Warpath

The others do not know why I went to the North-Downs.
They think I went scouting, my kinsmen think I went to rally them and warn them. But my main focus laid upon the enemies that dwell there.
I went to the North on a warpath......

For those whom travel there now this may be a gruesome time. In the woods and sometimes along the roads one may find a corpse or two. Brigands an orcs struck by sword or arrow. Dozens around the lands of the North Downs. From the fields of Fornost to the woods of the Meluinen one may find the corpses.
I did not show it, but I was at my limit. My anger upon this enemy, I could no longer control it.
It broke my friend. It nearly killed his daughter....
It made my brother doubtful of his skill and it took part of my daughters sight....

They think they can not be touched. They think they are mighty with the Iron Crown in their back to help them. 
The word will spread amongst them. In the night it moves. A ranger picking off any brigand whom dares wander alone. Small groups and scouting parties alike....
I will force them back into the holes from which they crawled by using the blood of their comrades. 
They have crossed my limit. And before my beloved wife falls victim to them as well, I will make sure to wipe them all away.

If they enjoy bringing fear so much then, I will gladly return it to them.