Post by Deveon on Sept 21, 2009 11:05:16 GMT -5
During a recent raid of Skathmur the men of Aughaire discovered a small leather bound journal bearing the mark of the Rohirrim. Truly an odd discovery for such a place. The journal was in bad shape with many pages ripped out and much of the words worn and hard to decipher. The journal was sent to the Rangers of Esteldin, where the Ranger Halbarad has put together the accounts of this rare find.
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Dec 3016
So cold. Too much to risk in even attempting to make a fire. Where are Eared and Braemen, my brothers? I call out to them, to the rest of my company. No sound comes from my lips. I can hear the vast amount of insects swarming here and there. I can hear the dense chilled wind. I can even hear the nothingness that surrounds the very being of this foul place. But alas, I cannot hear my voice. I awoke to find myself under a corpse of a fell orc, alone, in the depths of Angmar. I am short on dye ink and what little moon light there is is escaping me.... I need a better shelter.
Early Summer 3017
Today I spotted a bluebird not far from my encampment. Alas I wish I could join him in his chatter, my voice is still escapes me. His songs brought an odd peace to me, one I have not felt in so long. Why did we all join the fight against the enemy? Why? To live up to our father's legacy? I still have not found any sign of my company. A small inlet in a cave wall has been my home. Most days are for sleeping whereas the night blankets my presence as I forage for food and clues. My sight has been adapting well in the dark. Today was the first day I ventured far while the sun shone down, and either my eyes are getting to used to dark, or sun has actually penetrated in to the darkness of this land. I dare not travel that far though, there are far more worse things than orcs in these hills, and I do not want to meet them.
Late summer 3017
Finally found the fate of my unit. Bittersweet. I figure I must be in the foothills of Nan Gurth, it appears the battle did not end where I found my self lying many nights ago. There must have been a great chase and I picked up the trail that lead straight to the stronghold of Barad Gulard. I found the marks of burial plots just South of it's reach, however nothing more than the mark ..... <many pages ripped out>
Winter 3017
I reckon it has been close to a year since I have first put an entry in this journal. This was Father's gift to me before leaving the homestead. It is a war journal, used by the Rohirrim, more for maps and notes, but it has been my only way to express my feelings on these long nights. I believe my brothers are all still alive and well and quite possibly on another mission. Both Eared and Braemen were in my company while Braem and Maeren my older brothers were leading their own unit not far from us. I hope they have not been too worried about me. I should make it to Aughaire this week and from there must head for Trestlebridge.
Jan 3018
Crossed through Trestlebridge with little problems. Archet is very close now. I stopped at the Inn and it dawned on me I could not speak with anyone. I felt alone and out of place even with real people around me. There was talk of stirrings in the East. I was most taken by the resolve of a traveling Elf bard who brought tidings. An odd fellow, yet stern and wise. Kankalen I believe he said his name was. Queer indeed to see Elves this far from their lands, but these are queer times we live in. Almost home!
Feb 12 3018
I cannot begin to explain.... there is no homestead.. the old inn nothing but rubble, ... Where is my Father! .... Where is my Sister!... I cannot imagine... They will pay... They will pay....
Feb 15 3018
The attack on Archet has left everyone here in ruins. There are clean up comittees and a militia being formed, I have quickly added my services to both causes. I have also learned that I may be the last of my family. Both my Father and Step-Mother had perished in the attack, my Sister Maewynne has not been found nor has the little hobbit Coltsfoot. I have also learned that I was thought to be long dead as well, for my all four of my brothers have also not been heard from. I was able to get information from the old farm hand Aslo who can barley hear as is and is quite the lip reader.
March 2 3018
I have learned some interesting information at the Prancing Pony in Bree this eve. Apparently our adopted halfling Coltsfoot may still be alive and in the Shire no less! A small band of small folks were speaking of her and some mess she caused in the inn in Bywater. She was always a bit ill-mannered. They referred to her as Caspia as well, but that my just be some hobbit nonsense. I must look in to this. She could be the key in helping find Maewynne!
Sept 22 3018
I have been searching throughout the Shire for months now and have met many failures in my search for Caspia. The roads here have become dangerous and the locals are very paranoid of strangers, especially those who cannot speak to them. Many speak of black riders on the Great East Road. I can get no information from these stubborn hobbits. The only name I can get from the few who will speak is "Baggins."
Sept 24 3018
Success! I have found the hobbit Coltsfoot, as we called her, along with some very strong companions. She hardly recognizes me, yet she must know my face. She is accompanied by some very strong hobbits, Ciaphias, and Tormac, I think are their names, a captain of Bree, Deveon, and the same elf I met back in Trestlebridge, Can-Calan his name is. I tried hard to communicate with her about Maewynne, although she seems a bit distant from me.
Sept 30 3018
I cannot be sure but I may have seen a ghost of my Sister Maewynne. I had gone quietly along to help on a mission through the haunted Barrow Downs. We were overtaken by Wights, although I could have sworn I saw her... my sister.. Ceallian her name by birth. It may have been a dream...
<pages ripped>
Jan 16 3019
<most of the page is illegible>
.... or die trying. I have parted with my faithful steed Vasolar and will leave this journal with him here in Aughaire. I shun to return to this place, yet I have earned the trust of the foul men who roam this wasteland. I will not be able to take anything, they think I am one of their own, and it must stay that way. I will find Deveon, I swear by it....
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Dec 3016
So cold. Too much to risk in even attempting to make a fire. Where are Eared and Braemen, my brothers? I call out to them, to the rest of my company. No sound comes from my lips. I can hear the vast amount of insects swarming here and there. I can hear the dense chilled wind. I can even hear the nothingness that surrounds the very being of this foul place. But alas, I cannot hear my voice. I awoke to find myself under a corpse of a fell orc, alone, in the depths of Angmar. I am short on dye ink and what little moon light there is is escaping me.... I need a better shelter.
Early Summer 3017
Today I spotted a bluebird not far from my encampment. Alas I wish I could join him in his chatter, my voice is still escapes me. His songs brought an odd peace to me, one I have not felt in so long. Why did we all join the fight against the enemy? Why? To live up to our father's legacy? I still have not found any sign of my company. A small inlet in a cave wall has been my home. Most days are for sleeping whereas the night blankets my presence as I forage for food and clues. My sight has been adapting well in the dark. Today was the first day I ventured far while the sun shone down, and either my eyes are getting to used to dark, or sun has actually penetrated in to the darkness of this land. I dare not travel that far though, there are far more worse things than orcs in these hills, and I do not want to meet them.
Late summer 3017
Finally found the fate of my unit. Bittersweet. I figure I must be in the foothills of Nan Gurth, it appears the battle did not end where I found my self lying many nights ago. There must have been a great chase and I picked up the trail that lead straight to the stronghold of Barad Gulard. I found the marks of burial plots just South of it's reach, however nothing more than the mark ..... <many pages ripped out>
Winter 3017
I reckon it has been close to a year since I have first put an entry in this journal. This was Father's gift to me before leaving the homestead. It is a war journal, used by the Rohirrim, more for maps and notes, but it has been my only way to express my feelings on these long nights. I believe my brothers are all still alive and well and quite possibly on another mission. Both Eared and Braemen were in my company while Braem and Maeren my older brothers were leading their own unit not far from us. I hope they have not been too worried about me. I should make it to Aughaire this week and from there must head for Trestlebridge.
Jan 3018
Crossed through Trestlebridge with little problems. Archet is very close now. I stopped at the Inn and it dawned on me I could not speak with anyone. I felt alone and out of place even with real people around me. There was talk of stirrings in the East. I was most taken by the resolve of a traveling Elf bard who brought tidings. An odd fellow, yet stern and wise. Kankalen I believe he said his name was. Queer indeed to see Elves this far from their lands, but these are queer times we live in. Almost home!
Feb 12 3018
I cannot begin to explain.... there is no homestead.. the old inn nothing but rubble, ... Where is my Father! .... Where is my Sister!... I cannot imagine... They will pay... They will pay....
Feb 15 3018
The attack on Archet has left everyone here in ruins. There are clean up comittees and a militia being formed, I have quickly added my services to both causes. I have also learned that I may be the last of my family. Both my Father and Step-Mother had perished in the attack, my Sister Maewynne has not been found nor has the little hobbit Coltsfoot. I have also learned that I was thought to be long dead as well, for my all four of my brothers have also not been heard from. I was able to get information from the old farm hand Aslo who can barley hear as is and is quite the lip reader.
March 2 3018
I have learned some interesting information at the Prancing Pony in Bree this eve. Apparently our adopted halfling Coltsfoot may still be alive and in the Shire no less! A small band of small folks were speaking of her and some mess she caused in the inn in Bywater. She was always a bit ill-mannered. They referred to her as Caspia as well, but that my just be some hobbit nonsense. I must look in to this. She could be the key in helping find Maewynne!
Sept 22 3018
I have been searching throughout the Shire for months now and have met many failures in my search for Caspia. The roads here have become dangerous and the locals are very paranoid of strangers, especially those who cannot speak to them. Many speak of black riders on the Great East Road. I can get no information from these stubborn hobbits. The only name I can get from the few who will speak is "Baggins."
Sept 24 3018
Success! I have found the hobbit Coltsfoot, as we called her, along with some very strong companions. She hardly recognizes me, yet she must know my face. She is accompanied by some very strong hobbits, Ciaphias, and Tormac, I think are their names, a captain of Bree, Deveon, and the same elf I met back in Trestlebridge, Can-Calan his name is. I tried hard to communicate with her about Maewynne, although she seems a bit distant from me.
Sept 30 3018
I cannot be sure but I may have seen a ghost of my Sister Maewynne. I had gone quietly along to help on a mission through the haunted Barrow Downs. We were overtaken by Wights, although I could have sworn I saw her... my sister.. Ceallian her name by birth. It may have been a dream...
<pages ripped>
Jan 16 3019
<most of the page is illegible>
.... or die trying. I have parted with my faithful steed Vasolar and will leave this journal with him here in Aughaire. I shun to return to this place, yet I have earned the trust of the foul men who roam this wasteland. I will not be able to take anything, they think I am one of their own, and it must stay that way. I will find Deveon, I swear by it....
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