Ost Alagos

... I find myself in a rough countryside - leaving the foot of Amon Sûl behind me, crossing a swift-flowing stream, I let Carnirocco* climb the steep hills. It seems the surrounding area is infested by Orc bands; the Dúnedan was right. Shortly after noon I encounter a group of Men camping by a hill, without much shelter in this barren land.

And so it begins. I can already feel a chill on my stomach, the air gets tense and hard to breathe. I've always heard the few very moment before a battle is always a mystical one that will stay in the memory of men for the rest of their lives. And it is indeed true. Even after so many battles fought, I still feel it... I still change...