Bree-land

In the boarders Far Chetwood, a marauding band of orcs had made camp and settled, posing a dire threat to the people of Bree. So bold they were that they roamed the lands openly, both day and night, preying on unwary travellers and farmlands dotted across the Bree-fields. They were merciless, cruel and ruthless. Rather than take prisoners, they sought to strike horror into the hearts of their enemies by mounting their heads on spikes. Action was required, although it may be too late.

Those Who Were Left Behind

Days 10-12

Days 6-9

It was worse than we could have imagined. Some force of Undead descended on Ost Guruth while the Orcs blocked the road - scattering its people, the Eglain, across the plains. Refugees were already turning up outside the Forsaken Inn with early reports of the catastrophe.

Khaki was the colour of Bree-land. Green, the colour for sleep or delusion, and beige yellows, dulled, sedately corrupted passions.

It was the type of place to lull those who stayed too long into a sense of trouble despite their luxury and wellbeing. People invented trouble here, and sometimes willed it into harmful reality. A side-effect of so much peace and, Ryheric figured, boredom.

Evonne,

Thank you for keeping me informed about the matter. I am pleased to hear that the task was successful but the news you are sending me are troubling.