Eastemnet

Of Guthfreth, the merchant

It was a fine afternoon, a sound of swords clashing were heard, in Felburg.
A youg maiden walked outside from the gate, bearing a look of nowhere
fitter. Clearly she has been strucked by training or something else, you can
also see her shoulder-wrap ripped, by a metal It seems. The wind was moaning,
blowing a curly-straped blonde hair of Eohilda's.

Their time in Harwick came to an end and soon the two Riders left and made for the their next destination: Eaworth. Though their journey did not go so easily. For when they crossed the Norcrofts yet again via different routes they found that there were many farms abandoned by the folk and left to defilement by evil orcs. There was little that they could, yet to their fortune there were no orcs to be seen abroad on the plains.

Flowers of the Spring
Of Haedley

Introduction

Faldham

All quotations in this tale are in the tongue of the Eorlingas, translated so that it may be understood by those who read it, unless stated otherwise.