Ram Duath

     Today I received word that my presence is again needed in the North Downs, and although it pains me to leave the city in such a sorry state, it is apparent that this choice is not my own. It would seem that many companies of Orcs have been mustering near the southern ridge of the Ram Dúath, and several of my kin have already fallen beneath their shadow.

She elf started to write in a leather covered little notebook under the dim light of the campfire. The hesitant sound of her pen moving on the parchment was revealing the mess of her thoughts.

I’m travelling alone once again…