Part 57 – To Retake The Ancient City Theomin looked at his men. “How many of my wardens are left?” Of the twenty he had, only about ten rose their hands. “And how many from the camp?” Amandir, who had already removed the bolt from his shoulder, counted them men that followed. “I believe we had close to ten. We now have seven.” “So three of yours,” Theomin...

Part 56 – A Court to Take Theomin looked at his men and nodded too. They quickly formed ranks as both Theomin and Sergee marched up the hill followed closely by their men, Eleswith, Helesdir, and Magla. They stopped just shy of the arched gate of the western portion of the city. Theomin looked at his men. “I trust we have some archers amonst our ranks.” A...

Part 55 – Twenty and Twenty The company of ten departed Esteldin. It was midday and the sun was hot and beating down on the travelers. The air was still, an oppressive feeling hung in the air of the company as they marched west. The sentry, upon leaving the compound, gave a hail to everyone departing and asked for word to be sent of the coming victory in...

Part 54 – A Parting Plan Athegdir looked at Theomin and the rest of the group, “Teryndir, Neleghil and I must take our leave,” he started to leave but turned, “Though, it would be wise for you to review our battle plan with us, Enedion. Because you are one of the Marshalls now, you will receive all the ranks and privelages offered. I apologize we have no time...

Part 53 – A Warrior of Great Reluctance Theomin’s heart sank as he knew the decision of his was a difficult one to accept. “Do not worry, my son, you will be well taken care of. Now forgive the haste. Our journey to Evendim begins today.” A sudden shock flowed through Theomin’s body as he did not realize how close the impending battle was to be. “We were to...

Part 52 – Theomin’s Choice “How could you do something as senseless as that?” Athegdir yelled at Theomin. They had made it back to Esteldin late in the evening. Only Athegdir, Theomin, and his two brothers were present in the library of Esteldin. All others were either asleep or left out of the family meeting. It was dark in the room as there were only a few...

Part 51 – Flight The evening was dark and quiet out in the field of the Kingsfell. Coolness and a gentle breeze was about and a still feeling was out in the fields. Starlight and moonlight were all that washed the scenery of the Kingsfell in ethereal light. No bird nor any other animal were on the plains of the Kingsfell. They were all off in their dens or...

Part 50 – A Hidden Hope “Eleswith?” a voice came from behind them. Stunned, both Theomin and Eleswith turned around to see a well dressed man staring at them from the southern path that lead from the small cottage. Both were shocked that he was the same man who was part of Eleswith’s group back in the Lone Lands. She replied back with disbelief, “Sergee?” “What...

Part 49 – To Field or Fortress The gravesite of Bree was just as ominous as ever. The walls that surrouned the graves were larger than Theomin had remembered. They towered hundreds of feet, trapping Theomin in all around. As Theomin looked down, he could see blood on the ground. It seemed to be dripping from somewhere on his face. As he looked back up, there...

Part 48 – No Going Around “I miss Aches,” Theomin admitted as they traveled northward up the hill. It had been a slow slog up the slope as the scenery started to change through the evening they traveled. Instead of a more flat grassland hills rose on either side of the path as pinetrees started sprouting up on the sides of the path and on the hills. The weather...

Part 47 – A Bitter Escape “It is unbievable how long it has taken to build that house of theirs,” one of the guards of Bree said to the other as he looked at a house off the road to the south. “Hey Tom,” the guard said, “How long have they been working on that farm house?” “I know not. A very long time, that is all I know. But we have had brigands and orcs and...

Part 46 – A Friend in Bree An eerie land, blood red in color, layed about. Dark pools of crimson water filled depressions in the land all about where trees grew warped and the land itself seemed gloomy and sinister. There were ruins amongst the twisted trees and bloody pools. Old ruins, they were, of some ancient people that had lived long ago abandoned and...

Part 45 – The Truth Seeker The night was dark as the last glimpses of the sun had already faded far into the western horizon. A mist surrounded the village of Bree as a cool breeze of filled with moisture dampened the night air. Few people were out and about the village. The chill of the night was too unpleasant for people to remain outside. Only those who...

Part 44 – Kronog the Unjust Theomin was tossed forcefully into the jail cell. He landed with a thud on the hard cold stone floor of his small jail cell. Barely able to move, he slid himself and then tried to mount his cot, forcing himself up on to it and layed down facing the wall. He did not care the amount of blood that rushed from his face nor the pain of...

Part 43 – Broken Time dragged on for Theomin in his prison cell. Though it had only been two days, the dragging of time felt as if it had been a week. The prison cell was very crampt and uncomfortable. Smaller than one room back on his farm, it housed himself and another, who looked obviously like a criminal. Two cots sat at the opposite end of the barred cell....

Part 42 – A Rest A house, just a modest house, was just before Theomin. A single level with a thatched rooftop it was with dark granite stone massanry work on its outside. Lining the modest house was a dark wooded trim spanning the length and edges of the house. It bore a single window to the right of a small wooden door arched at the top with two iron hinges...

Part 41 – Under Shadow of Night Night encompassed all of Breeland as the hour was late. The stars were brilliantly lit, glowing bright in the backdrop of the black night sky. Trees were planty as Theomin and Eleswith rode away from the old ruins. But they were not alone. They were being hunted by the remaining goblins who had run after them near the old ruins....

Part 40 – Curiosity It was early morning. The sun had not yet come over the eastern rise. It was cool. Cooler than Theomin could remember. A chilly moist breeze came from the west beyond the brown dry grasses of the Lonelands. Just west of the Forsaken Inn, green grasses and lush trees started making their appearance. The Great East Road continued along between...

Part 39 – What Happens at the Inn The tavern was loud but not too loud to where it was difficult too difficult to hear. Drunk laughter surrounded the tables, mugs of ale were being spilt, and bread and meat were being consumed at a faster pace than the inn keeper could provide. Busy was an understatement in this inn as everybody was asking for something to put...

Part 38 – Eleswith of Dale It seemed very early in the morning. The birds had not yet begun their morning choruses. The mist surrounded Theomin as he wandered mounds upon mounds of barrows. There was a whole field of them. Dead were the trees surrounding the barrows and the earth was cracked. In the distance, there was a howl. It was no howel of wolves but...