I set off on Dagoras’ tasks the next morning. Thankfully, the rain from the day before continued to fall, and it would help mask the sound of my tramping through underbrush and throw predators off my scent. The wisdom of nature abounds, and I believe it aids those who serve it and others with noble purpose.
At last, I have come to Esteldin, the hidden gathering place for the rangers who have given so much hope and aid to the Free Peoples. Their ways are mysterious, as they must be, to keep themselves hidden from the forces of shadow, and they are not well understood by most folk. I certainly did not know what to make of them at first!
As I made my way to Kingsfell, I came upon a lovely stream and was awed by the rustic beauty of the North Downs. I was reminded of the garish displays back at the orc camp and their contrast with the simple, natural allure of the countryside. Sometimes, less is more, you know? Continue reading
Amarion asked me to do some scouting east of Amon Raith for an orc camp he suspected was nearby. I found it well enough and welcomed them to the neighborhood! I find orcish decor quite tasteless, don’t you? At least this totem served a function, if not a fashion, by helping me to put this wretched creature out of his misery.