As they sprinted up the hill, a howl erupted in the dark followed by several others. This only caused the dwarf and boy to sprint faster up the hill. When they reached the summit nearly out of breath, Barain dropped his pack and drew his axe. Then he turned to Zaradanoric but saw that he already had his fathers broken sword drawn. The dwarf...

Dec 15, 2016

Part 113 – The Girl in Red The morning in Bree was a misty gray one. Heavy fog fell upon the village and not could be seen further than only a few a few yards. They wet air hung heavy on all in the village as it felt as if a great sinister cloud fell upon the whole land of Bree as even the farmers in the lands surrounding Bree, Combe, Staddle, Archet, and...

Dec 8, 2016

Part 112 – Cleansing the Village The day was bright and the clouds were drifting along the sky. The sun had risen like it had many times before, bright and beautiful, clear and warm. The morning was a crisp cool morning in Bree-land. The green grasses and trees were just as bright as ever and the flowers bloomed with radiant colors. Yellows, greens, blues and...

Dec 1, 2016

Part 111 – A Daring Plan The hour was late, past midnight it was. The streets of the village of Bree were empty, save a few watchmen who roamed the cobblestone streets. They carried with them torches and brought with them their dogs. They bore red shirts over silver mail that stretched midway down their arms. The symbols on the front of which was a shield with...

Nov 24, 2016

Part 110 – Tidings of Bree The atmosphere in the dining hall was noisy; thick with smoke of the patron’s pipes. The smoke lingered at the ceiling of the dining hall as it wafted up from their pipes while the patrons gingerly talked and laughed through the evening. The server, a woman who carried four or five of mugs of beer in each hand, hurried through the...

            Zaradanoric awoke the next morning refreshed. As Zaradanoric ate breakfast Althanier told him that Barain would only be in the village for another day and they would need to prepare for their travel. Zaradanoric listened and thought then he remembered something. “Althanier, what happened to the sword pieces I was carrying? They are very important to...

Nov 17, 2016

Part 109 – The Path to Combe. The morning was cool in the valley beside Weathertop. Over the night, the fire had gone out as the wood had been exhausted of all its fuel. No droplets of dew had collected on the dry blades of grass or the leaves of the nearby trees. The dirt below the company was dry and loose. Some portions of it were cracked, choked of all...

Nov 10, 2016

Part 108 – The Dream Before the Awakening “Where were you?” Theomin asked loudly to the man who had helped him before. “You needed to do it yourself,” the man said. “There are many uses of the staff. Some are skills that you use yourself, and some you can already allow the staff to do. But there are also other ways to use the staff besides the use of force. You...

Nov 3, 2016

Part 107 – Skills That Where Lost “Your skills as a staff wielding lore-master are already present,” the man said to Theomin as they traveled north in the planes of Fasach-Larran. “As a young man, you became adept in lore while your brethren became adept at swordplay. Not bad were you at swordplay because of the master swordsman your instructor was, but your...

Oct 27, 2016

Part 106 – Many Dreams Clouds emanated light as they gathered around Theomin as small spheres of light encircled him. They enclosed on him and in moments he felt he was lifted up from where he was. Behind the clouds that encircled him was an empty sky. Below he could see earth far below and all around was the horizon of the earth. It looked as though it was an...

             When he awoke, Zaradanoric had no idea where he was. Opening his eyes, he saw a large piece of leather supported by branches. As his eyes slowly roved the tent the events that had occurred before he blacked out flooded his mind. He sat up and looked around for people. as he did one of the Earth-Kin entered the tent; he appeared to be a healer of...

Oct 20, 2016

Part 105 – Bittersweet Escape Chaos engulfed the cave as it seemed all the cave was falling down on the seven surviving members of the company. They rushed through the tunnels up the steps that led out of the ancient elven city. The city that had once stayed quiet and preserved for thousands of years but which was being destroyed. Up the steps and out, the...

Oct 13, 2016

Part 104 – Seal the Doors The sick sound of slashed bodies splashing into the muck of the black pools of black pitch filled the chamber as Magla, Sergee, Eotheron and Estonethiel fought the dark creatures relentlessly spilling down on them from all sides. During the fight, Theomin spilled out phials of various potions that Estonethiel gave him and refilled them...

Oct 6, 2016

Part 103 – Bridge Before the Storm “There’s one behind you,” yelled Eleswith to Magla over all the growls and sloshing sounds of the sludge in the chamber which also echoed terribly. The clangs and smashes of the weapons only added to the loud sounds as the group of six tried to fend off the evil creatures attacking them. Magla, who was hammering his enemy...

Sep 29, 2016

Part 102 – Awakening Crash Bang Bang The door into the chamber began fraying from the weight of the creatures on the other side and their weapon-like extremities the group encountered in the tunnels. Helesdir, Eleswith, Estonethiel, Eotheron and Magla all attempted to keep the door shut but their efforts were beginning to fall apart as the door was splintering...

“Come on you slow poke! I will beat you if you don’t hurry.” The tall, brown haired, young girl teased as she dashed towards the barn that was obscured by hills. “What? You don’t think that I can catch you? I am faster then the wind.” A slightly shorter, skinny boy, who was around her age, shouted. As he left the house running, he promptly tripped on a root and...

Aug 25, 2016

A great and destructive force drifted over on the tide toward what is now the beach of Hashadir near the elf haven of Edhellond, close to the future site of the grand city of Dol Amroth close to the end of the second age of Middle Earth. How it ended up there no one knew. A single staff it was purposefully and perfectly cut from the branch of a tree with bark...

Aug 5, 2016

“Is it true what they say, Master?” “Is what true?” “Do the dead truly walk in the fields north of town?” The elderly man closed the heavy book on the large wooden podium, then turned to look at his apprentice, standing among the tall shelves of the great Library of Trestlebridge. “I do not know,” he admitted,...

Jul 21, 2016

Part 101 – Into Shadow A tear welled up in Theomin’s eyes as he finally saw what they were looking for. All that time back in Annuminus and the Valley of the Worms. All that time in Esteldin and searching for mention of the tunnels and they had finally made it. “Eotheron,” Theomin said emotionally as he grabbed at his friend’s arm; he could not think of...

Dear Brother, It is good to hear that you are safe in Bree. There are many men of upstanding reputation there. I will caution you on your vow. Those typically have a habit of coming to pass in a fairly ironic manner. Particularly, when made on a power of great evil in such times. It is good you chose a trade to engage in that will help to pass the time. I will...