Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Evendim
About 100 miles north of the Shire, in northern Eriador, lies Evendim, a vast region dominated by the Lake Nenuial; the ‘Lake of the Twilight'. On the southern shore, the ancient abandoned city of Annúminas -- the former capital of the kingdom of Arnor -- is well known amongst the Free Peoples. For according to the Legends, amidst its ruins lay a great wealth and powerful artifacts now threatened by evil creatures and the nefarious forces lurking in Angmar.
Minas Vrûn
The city of Minas Vrûn once lay to the south of Fornost, on the eastern side of the pass at Amon Raith. The Lord of the city fell beneath the blade of Amarthiel, champion of Angmar.
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...
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.
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.
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