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Dark clouds hung in the air like a vast cape over the world, “A storm is coming…” mumbled a man with dark leather armour at the front of a company of men, he drew his hood up and bowed his head down as a gust of cold wind hit them. A Wall of pouring water was visible rushing towards them. It his them like a thousand icy daggers hit them, nature had no mercy.
An unsuspecting ambush by an Orc raid surprises an angry mob from Trestlebridge, culminating in a small skirmish which sees the mob's targets, Two criminals by the name of Carlotta Oakenweed and Caspier Redain, escape into the wilderness!
"Wake up, you bleedin' lazy scumbag!" There was a roar over the din as the Thorny Rose opened her eyes to find herself chain to a post in an uncomfortable standing postion.
"I said wake UP!" Another roar. Then the sound of flesh striking flesh and Carlotta raised her head, dazed by the grimy, dirty fist that proceeded to punch her in the cheek.
Her vision was becoming blurrier and blurrier. She could feel the blood trickling down her face. Redain's face was there. She could tell. With one last grunt of pain, she blinked. Then, nothing. Redain was gone.
To understand my dread regarding the region of Angmar, one need only approach its southern border in the North Downs. Few places drive such a chill into my heart as the area surrounding these behemoth statues and the arch they support.
((OOC: And yet, once my birthday deposits clear, I'll be Angmar-bound for some hardcore leveling... whether Zeph likes it or not...))
((Advance disclaimer: This is NOT my own story. I translated it and adjusted it to Middle-Earth lore from a myth from my home country. Nimlith told this story at a Wilderness Appreciation Event in the North Downs.))