Cedric looks warily about, with the air of someone fearing the eyes of the
very birds in the trees, and the ears of the beetles in the grass
"Good Lady, old friends, tis good I found ye all, in good health too. No doubt
you heard ill news of the war with the Witches of Angmar and their foul
brethren that spread across the ancient holdings of Rhudaur? Alliances of old
need honour and sacrifice on both sides, and the immortals of Imladris have
kept their side of the bargain, but who in the world of Men has kept theirs? My
kin struggle with petty border wars, reavers and the incursions of the goblin
hordes, as well as the undead sweeping our lands. None of the Dúnadan have
struck a blow against the Enemy, and kept our side of the bargain with the
Elves. So, as Eretar of the House of Morlin, this responsibility weighs heavily
on me.
I bid thee to join my advisors and kin back in the Forest of Dean, and counsel
on the best course of action; war, rebellion or espionage"
On Thursday, 10 June 2021, 18:35:39 BST, Nicole Massey
<nyyki@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Constable Torvala rode the edge of the road's territory, looking for any
trouble. She led a team of six deputies, each one keeping an eye out in a
different direction. She said, "Holdup, someone's out there."
Naurheneb blew out a puff of air as she picked up her strung bow from its
triangular holster. She grabbed one of her normal arrows and held it to the
ready.
"State your name and purpose for being here. This is protected by the
Rhudorian Road Project. You're trespassing."
The rider approached, his hands up. "I was looking for you, Torvala."
She put the arrow down and returned her bow to its holster. "Cedric? By the
sky and sea what are you doing way out here?"
Sent from my HAL 9000 in transit to Jupiter
