North Ithilien was thriving with creatures. All shapes and sizes, loud and whispering. Trampling across the lush hills were some peculiar hairy creatures as well. But after losing his father
Zaradanoric was stirred to wakefulness by an argument outside the barrack walls. By the looks of the sky it was nearing evening. Zaradanoric stiffly sat up, stretched, and then removed
Part 123 – Eastward Bound The rising sun in the village of Bree was bright and warm. All around, the patrons of the village bustled about on their work going
Part 122 – The Cruelty of Fornost “What is that?” Eleswith asked. She was staring at the nearby woods just outside the village of Dale. The sound was that of
A large gathering of mumakill? Tell me more. Or how to keep a moody mumak satified. Just take dont let it take forever. Critters feed Don’t want to miss an episode,
