It was a cold winter, especially moreso in the northern regions such as the woods of Annúndir that resided between the Fields of Fornost and Kingsfell. Despite the temperature, the day was glowing, but the sun hid behind a mask of clouds. It was to be expected as light comes with heat, and if heat was masked so should light.
IC: A Narrator, whose identity is not known to most, OOC: Me, Nenusidh.
A ranger with a certain past, or rather history, often speaks of tales and adventures that oft the Ranger will not be known for sharing, thus I will be the one doing the sharing. This chronicle, book, novel, will follow the story of Nenusidh and his first years in Angmar.