duin dae

Day 200 at Duin Dae

I am iron, I am stone.  I cannot be moved.  I cannot be outlasted.  I cannot be overcome.

The training has increased, so much so that in the past days and weeks I have had no energy to do anything but sleep and eat.  But I notice the effects, and my muscles no longer scream when I lift my spear, my arm no longer complains when my shield rests upon it for many hours.

Day 30 at Duin Dae

Even as I lay here in my bunk, my muscles burn with a fire that has not extinguished in many days.  As my fingers grip quill to pen this, blisters burn, worn into my skin from long hours training with the blade.  My shield arm is marked with burns and bruises, byproducts of the straps that hold my aegis to me.

Day 1 at Duin Dae

I arrived at the fort this morning, a short ride from the boughs of Lorien.  How different these walls are!  No mallorn trees surround me, just stone, dwarf-laid and nigh on impregnable.  Magnos the Shield-wall is the Commander of the Fort, and he has assigned me to train further under Aren Sornic of Dale.  While I've no doubt Aren is a capable fighter, I will be surprised if his prowess rivals that of the Marchwardens.