Aearandir

And so it was that, upon Solstice Eve - the Eve of Turuhalme - Aegledor was welcomed into the Loth-i-Lonnath, even to the wearing of the blue, rather than the grey of a recruit.

 

 

It was the stench – the smell of fetid water, rotting food and flesh, of uncovered excrement and that in vast amounts that all but unnerved me. I had, to my sorrow, taken life before in need; seen blood spilt and aided swiftly the death throes of my opponents. But never had I encountered such large a stronghold of goblins – with all that entailed.