Angmarim

The man stole in the shadows, minutes before the dawn. He moved carefully and aware of every step that he took in the forest. His purpose was fixed on his target. One that he was following for some days now. He stopped behind two trees that were close enough to each other to cover him and looked ahead. He took all the necessary precautions to remain hidden from his trained enemy.

The cold wind licked the earth and shook the burnt banners and tents that remained standing. The once great fort now stood abandoned and even colder than it was, it also seemed scarier and darker, but it was the only place that the tribesmen could camp on their journey. They were all huddled between the burnt buildings at a distance from the gates.

Muirne paints a spell over Khyus as he prepares for the Night Raid in

Khyus, the visiting prince from the Caru-lûth, questions the Angmarin Muirne about the expectations of marriage between the Trév Gállorg and the Dunlendings.

The dark clouds reached Trestlebridge fast, coming from the North and within a few moments they covered the sky and an angry rain started pouring down. It’s drops carried South by the wind where the woodcutters of Bree worked in North Chetwood, along with the growing clouds.

-Let’s go back, it’s going to rain. Said one of the men.

By order of Hallechil Malkogkala Malkog-zaduk-ob, this proposal is to be preserved in the archives of the Order.

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