Cold winds and snowy lands

It feels more like home again every day. 
How I missed the frozen shores of Forochel, the kindness of the Lossoth and the stories they tell around their fires when the skies grow darker at the end of the day. 
The light that follows this darkness that guides wary travelers and amazes young ones.

Forochel, home of the Lossoth, allies to my people ever since the last days of Arvedui. It feels like comming home again now that I set foot in the snow beyond the northern mountains of Evendim. 
Much do I leave behind. Old friends and some newer ones. Yet I grief not for this. My path was always ment to be a sole one and now it is time to return to that.
With my brethren guarding the lands to my south, someone needs to aid those old friends of ours in the frozen bay. 

I know these lands like my own. I have traveled these roads many times and spoken with many generations of Lossoth tribes-men and women. 
I share fond memories here and wish to make many more. Thus I must make sure that evil does not taint that which I hold so dear in my far memory.
With the Iron Span already lost to the Iron Crown, the old dwarven mines taken over by Angmarim expeditionairs..... 
I must act now.





No more time to loose over what I leave behind.
Only the road before me will guide me further.