Ristiinna

It was a dark night, so the stars seemed to shine more brightly than usual. The few torches about the area flickered quietly among the hushed voices and deep hoods. The ruined towers of Ost Forod stood by solemnly in the darkness, far from the prying eyes of the Rangers. It was the monthly black market of Ost Forod, in which the ancient legacy of Arnor was given a price. Stolen treasures from all over Evendim and even beyond were bought and sold here among all manner of suspicious characters.

Madaurbeth,

Madaurbeth,

Madaurbeth,

Writing after cooking Egfor breakfast. He is still putting my fence around the kitchen coop.

The corpse of a Black Numenorean lieutenant laid at her feet. Blood puddled around her, on the cold steel floor of the infirmary. Walking in for a regular inspection, she had overheard one guard speaking in disgust over her half-Nurnhoth heritage. That simply could not stand. She did not let it stand. She grinned, fire in her eyes as she looked upon to the other soldiers in the room.

Entering the estate, Eira trudged in with a thick coat of sweat hanging on her frame, further worsened by the loose and comfortable, yet heavy and hot robe she wore. She sighed, scuffing her shoes as she walked through the building, a feeling of idleness and loneliness marinating inside.

The attack.
The dangers to Nimraph.
Glandaron.
Survivor's guilt.
Monster's guilt.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Glandaron.
Guilt.
Egfor's hurt.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Mordor
Guilt.
Not worth it.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Ristiinna deserves better.
Not worth it.
Guilt.
Attack.
Angmar
Egfor-

Nmraph-

Guilt

Not w-
Guilt.

She was leaving.

She worked in the kitchen, preparing blueberry muffins. She had ordered a lot of blueberries recently and had already brewed blueberry ale. As she worked, the teasing questions of her boss, and friend, echoed in her mind.

"Do I sense something more than friendship?"

Due to her Nurnhoth blood, Eira's skin was naturally a deathly pale. Yet, her cheeks noticably had color as she allowed the muffins to cool.

Sofie | The area near the ice-skating pond had been turned into a preparation area. People were milling about, stacking sacks and crates and tying things to sleds. Sofie was among them, speaking amiably with the two healers she was with, and gesturing wildly to one of the sacks sitting at their feet.