Caeorwulf slowly opens his eyes and looks around at the place where he finds himself. Nothing is around him; all is a grey-white mist, swirling round his feet and in every direction. He is neither warm nor cold. The sensation he has is of nothingness, no pain or fear or cares. He has no reckoning, no memory of this place or how he cam
Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
Gift of Iluvatar
