Those who answered the call arrived at the encampment of Fail a Khro in eastern Angmar where the Lady Elisbeth welcomed each in turn. Once they were all settled she spoke a few words about what had gone before and their reason for continuing the role given to them by the Council of Imladris. Once they had all absorbed the words spoken by Elisbeth they checked their saddle girths and mounting their steeds headed eastward.
It was not long before they ran into the first and no doubt last group of Orcs that would stand in their way. The fellowship were quick to following their own unique skills in clearing the way forward, at times some were over zealous for Lord Khalis could often be heard issuing commands to stay together and fight as one. With the man Bishrodir taking point and the cold calculating twin blades of Lord Ridaran at his shoulder the warband were soon on their way. At each stage Lord Tagos’ watchful eyes scanned the road ahead for any sign of threat.
But all did not go well for as they approached the watching statues one among the fellowship felt an urging presence to flee. Most of the members of the warband over time and experience had become hardened to the presence of the enemy but for Nenloth it was not to be for she could not advance past their guarding stance even with the light of the Edhelharn enveloping the fellowship.
And so the warband rode on advancing further northward seeking the Angmarim who were their objective. The trail led them to an ancient tomb and Elisbeth called for the place to be scouted, perhaps the Angmarim sought to hide from the warband party which was tracking them she said. Thus the fellowship tread carefully and warily into the dark ruins where upon they saw the ancient remains of those once laid to rest there ride up against them. Khalis finally began to see some cohesion from the young Teremonth as the sight of a gaunt rose before them. It bellowed out that he had forseen this moment and that they had been sent by the Elf Lord. His speech was cut short by two arrows launched by the glowing bow of Lord Tagos. The tops of the closed coffers were pushed aside as dark arts were used to rise the corpses therein. Thus a skirmish ensued for a short time before all once more became still.
It was evident that their quarry was not to be found here so the warband fellowship moved back into the dimmed sunlight of Angmar and the band moved northwards towards the small dwarven outpost a short distance away on the hilltops.
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