Wednesday, 21 October 2009

No Place Like Home

Business has been good recently, the armour is selling well at the auctions and some of the items I've acquired on my travels made me a fair amount of coin. I've decided to finally move out the The Comb and Wattle Inn and buy my own home.

The Bree-Land Homesteads are a little way South, through Staddle and Chetwood South. I packed up everything I owned and after saying my farewells left Combe. The journey was uneventful which was good, the last thing I needed was a group of Blackwold brigands taking all my worldy possessions.

It's a great spot, close to the town centre, a beautiful waterfall a stones throw away and a gentle stream passing down one side of the property.

1 Broadford Street, Withburg, Bree-Land Homesteads.

Monday, 19 October 2009

Midgewater Marshes

The ground here is damp and dangerous, in places giving way completely to deep pools of mud and stagnant water. Further adding to the difficulties in travel, the Midgewater Marshes are home to swarming flies, midges, and neekerbreekers.

Legends tell of still darker creatures lurking amongst the deep pools and stands of moss-covered trees that crowd the landscape, and it is said that marauding bands of corrupted Men and vile goblins also frequent these lands, but on what errand none can say.

Saturday, 17 October 2009

Humble Beginnings

Four summers have passed since the attack on Archet. My family perished in the fires along with many others, including the brave Ranger Amdir. With all that I held dear gone, there was nothing left to keep me there so I moved to Combe seeking a fresh start.

I kept busy helping the townsfolk out with various jobs, just enough to pay for my room at The Comb and Wattle Inn. I also took up a vocation and became a Metalsmith making some extra coin selling my armour at the auctions in Bree. As my skill with a sword increased, so did my reputation around town. I soon began helping Constable Sageford out with some of the more dangerous tasks at hand. The Blackwold brigands had bolstered their ranks once more and had started causing trouble in Chetwood.

The Fall of Archet

The day we'd all dreaded finally came. At first light the Blackwold brigands attacked Archet. The small garrison we had was no match for the Blackwolds and within a few hours the town was theirs. We soon discovered just how they had become so strong, they were being led by a Servant of Angmar, √Čogan.

I was swept away with the villagers and kept under lock and key at the town jail. I prayed that my parents were safe. On the second eve a stranger approached us and explained that he had been sent to stop the attack but had been held up in Treslebridge and had arrived too late. His name was Amdir, a Ranger and he had a plan for our escape!

√Čogan set the town a blaze as we fought our way out. We tried to save as many souls as we could but the fire took far too many. Amdir was awe inspiring, his bravery and skill lifted all the villagers and we pushed harder than we'd have ever thought possible. We fought through the night and eventually turned the tide, the Blackwolds that were left retreated into the woods and we doused the remaining fires just as dawn broke.

Friday, 16 October 2009

The Wind of Change

As the years passed my world changed forever. Tales of evil and magic were becoming commonplace now. We would hear of friends getting robbed while making deliveries to Combe and Bree. The countryside grew more and more dangerous.

The Blackwold brigands started to take control of the lands and of our people. At first it was petty crime but as the years passed and their numbers grew they became ever bolder. One day I overheard my father talking to Captain Brakenbrook, he had heard rumours that the Blackwold brigands planned to attack the town!

Within a few years we'd gone from flutes and lutes, to swords and shields...

Bronwe's Folly

Bronwe's Folly is an ancient ruin located South of the town of Archet. Little lore remains from the days of the North Kingdom, but it is said that these ruins are all that remain of a Cardolan lord's failed attempt to hold back the wrath of Angmar.

The Early Years

My parents left our home city of Aldburg shortly after my 4th birthday. I don't remember much bar a few fleeting memories. As a child my father used to tell me tales of our journey. We travelled west through the Gap of Rohan and past Isengard, then headed north into Eriador and onwards to the Breelands.

We settled in the small village of Archet, not far from the bustling town of Bree. My father was a Forester by trade and I remember spending the days out in the fields and forests gathering wood and animal skins.

Bree Town

At the intersection of the Great East Road and the North Road, the town of Bree has long stood as a gathering place for Men, Hobbits, and other travelers from the far-off lands of Middle-earth.

Travelers along the Great East Road, which joins the Shire to the west with Rivendell and the Misty Mountains to the east, still stop at The Prancing Pony Inn to share tales of adventure or news of distant lands. Bree is home to both Men and Hobbits, though adventurers must now be wary of the motivations of many of Bree's residents. As the shadow of evil creeps across the lands and the corruptible spirits of Men weaken, many of Bree's citizens, who were once open and friendly to travelers, may now have been lured into service by agents of darkness.


Aldburg is a small fortified city in the lands of Rohan far away to the southeast. It sits in the valley of the White Mountains close to Edoras. In years gone by, Aldburg was the capital city of Rohan until Edoras was built.