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Fornost

The Shadow Walkers: The Gates of Fornost

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After spending some time observing the surroundings and looking at the ruins, the travellers decided to move further, past them to The Fields of Fornost. The Forngarmo knew that they are going through the really dangerous area so she stayed on her guard more than usual. She looked at her companions. "The ruins ahead..Watch for the dead..." - She said towards them as they moved into the ruins. 

The Shadow Walkers: The Woodland and Wargs part I

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Tired from riding all the night and day long, the travellers decided to have a rest. "Let us get a rest. I'll take the watch." - Katrandil said towards them, being tired as well but the two (in her opinion) deserved to rest more than she did. They looked at her, speaking almost at the same moment. "Don't mind if we do, no maam" - The hobbit started. Katrandil sat down on the log by the fire, watching her surroundings.

Dawn before Fornost fields

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Restless night, she was glad that night has come and succumbed before dawn and day. Sleep was restless and haunted with damned dreams. The faster they pack and cross this cursed lands toward Evendim gates, the better.

- Aaaah! - Briannon yawns as blinking at the first rays of sun rising behind hills in the east.

- Cup of tea, my Skylark? - Hiath asked with smile that softened his tired expression. He didnt sleep at all.

Faint moonlight

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Faint moonlight

Annúminas Journal Entry 4: Departure From Annúminas

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     Today I received word that my presence is again needed in the North Downs, and although it pains me to leave the city in such a sorry state, it is apparent that this choice is not my own. It would seem that many companies of Orcs have been mustering near the southern ridge of the Ram Dúath, and several of my kin have already fallen beneath their shadow.

VI. The siege of Sarnur

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Narquelië 3018 Stewards Reckoning, Bree

The Second Wind - Mithduilin, The hailing Storm and the Wandering Bird (Part 3)

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In the Grip of Nightmares

{Legacy} (FW: White hand) Prologue: A walk in the field

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Five figures stepped into the ruins of the once great tower named Barad Eithel. They entered the ruins of Fornost through the gate waded through small wetlands that had formed just outside of the tower. Four of the visitors were clearly half-orcs by the way they walked and acted. The figure that walked in the middle of the group was shouting commands to them: “Loot the bodies! If you find any rings bring them to me, you can keep the rest as long as you can carry it!” The voice came from none other than Tidhelm, who was now wading through the shallow and murky water.

Return to Esteldin

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The hour is late upon my arrival at Esteldin.
Aronath ran with all he had and he deserves a good break. It will not be for long though. I must find the information I came to seek.
What awaits us in Fornost? We can not enter with a blind eye and hope for the best. The area is to dangerous for it.

I do not feel well for leaving them out there but I can not take them here either. 
Esteldin must remain hidden even to my closest friends unless there is absolutely no other option left.

Curgirion and the Northern Fortress

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Curgirion was a tall, great man with scruffy, dark hair and stormy, serious grey eyes. He was a man of seventy-one years, a young age for a Dúnadan but a full lifetime for a normal man. He was living in his home, Tinnudir which was in the land of Evendim, an encampment of the Dúnedain. He lived a normal, quiet life well quiet enough for a Dúnadan yet it all changed one day in July and that shaped Curgirion to be the Ranger he is now partially. And it started like this…

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