Iriul

Things are getting on the more threatening side as of late. People blackening our names, thinking their way must be the correct way, or no way at all. That is not the case. I see light, glory, and more than those, triumphant spirit when we draw our swords as Wardens of Evendim. We are not hungry for blood, as some thing, but more hungry to protect the lands, installing the old law that once ruled, before it became a show for Brigands to take as they please. Evendim is still a noble home to many of the Numenorean blooded men and women, and I intend to keep it that way. 

The rain was easing up,and the sun had lit up the sky enough to shine an early morrow over Annúminas. This night, the invading forces had crushed the stand that the wardens and rangers had made.