Chapters
The crows had greeted them when they had arrived. Immediately after Ostoher's trial, Cirion had said his farewells to his family and friends, before boarding a ship for Barrowton. He had been immensely touched when many of his friends and soldiers had made the decision to follow him. By the agreement he had with Amlaith, only Cirion himself would be punished for his treason in the rebellion. All those who had followed him, almost a thousand in full, had made that decision voluntarily, out of their…- 309.2 K • Completed
- Cirion "Keep your shield up, Ostoher, or I'll ring your head like a bell," Cirion told his young brother. In his efforts to train him into something passable as a warrior, Cirion had taken the effort to remove Ostoher from their mother's side that day and take him to the training yard. In Cirion's humble opinion, it was far past time for his younger brother's martial training to start and had begun drilling him a few weeks ago. Despite his best efforts, Ostoher failed to defend against Cirion's next blow…
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- Cirion They had been riding for weeks. Cirion was well aware that by now, all of Arnor had been sent missives from Annúminas claiming that he had killed his father and attempted to usurp his brother's throne. It mattered not though. For years, Earendur had shown Cirion favour in a way he had never shown either of his brothers. The Lords had seen it. Few could have seen the love between Cirion and his father and thought that he could have ever killed his father. And Cirion was not without his own allies…
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- Cirion He had never run as fast before. Not even on the field of battle had he run as fast as he was now. It was just a jest right? A cruel heartless jest. After all, there was no way his father was truly dead right? He was going to turn the corner just like always and find his father alive and well, and then he was going to give him a piece of his mind for scaring him like that, right? Right!? It was just a short way from his own chambers to his father's, yet to Cirion, the run felt like an eternity. When…
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- Gawen Gardener 'Dark wings, dark words.' Never in his life had Gawen thought those words to be more fitting then the day the raven had come bearing news of tragedy and death. '…Goldengrove… fallen. The king… dead…. army destroyed…. survivors captured…. Arnor… overrunning the Northmarch.' He remembered the words unwillingly, forcing him to confront the truth. His father had lost. His father was dead. The memories came to his mind unbidden. Memories of sitting on his father's lap, reciting to…
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- Garth Gardener He looked out the window to see the encampment of soldiers before him. Tents cluttered around the walls of Highgarden, stretching the camp a great distance outward. Men trained in the fields before the castle, readying for war. Smiths were hard at work preparing weapons and armour, swords and axes, hauberks and helms. The banners of his house, a green hand on a field of white, fluttered in the cool morning breeze, above banners of green, gold, and red, amongst others. Nearby, the Mander…
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- Viceroy Anardil Arnor was in chaos. The Osfalf, the King's new flagship had been due to reach Angrenost almost five days ago now, but it had never come. A nationwide search was ongoing, as the Arnorian navy combed the Sunset Sea as far west as they dared to go, but nothing had been found. Even searches with the Seeing-Stones had failed to find anything, it was almost as if the ship had vanished. Most now believed that the ship had sunk in a storm. The Council of the Sceptre had announced that if the King…
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- Elendur The ironwood forests were a sight to behold. Decades ago, his father, King Valandur, had obtained ironwood saplings and seeds from the lands north of the Neck. Fruits and grain had been seen as more valuable to the northmen than the hardwood at the time, and so they had accepted the deal gladly Now, dozens of years later, Elendur walked in the forests his father had planted, marvelling at the height and girth of the black-wood trees. Ironwood had been so desired by Arnor for its strength and…
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- Amroth Amroth watched carefully, his face betraying no emotion as the fire ship approached the enemy fleet. The waves had moved it forward. One of the Greyborn ships moved to board and investigate but the rest continued moving forward. They had the advantage now, sailing downwind. In an ordinary battle, their greater speed would increase their ramming power. But this was no ordinary battle. Turning to the flagship, he observed with baited anticipation as his brother took the steelbow, lit the tip on fire…
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- All warfare is based on deception. Tarondor Skinchangers were an amazing group of individuals. They were blessed by the Maiar with a wonderful gift. Some may discriminate or persecute them for it, but not the people of Arnor. In Arnor, skinchangers were granted high honours and positions. Their talents were recognized. His predecessors had realized the incredible advantages skinchangers could bring to Arnor and had decreed protection for them. By law, skinchangers and a rarer subset, greenseers, were…
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