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#9666315 Jun 23, 2014 at 12:09 AM
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Berawena's First Letter Home

"Dear sister,

I am writing you this from the inn in Combe. Do you remember when we were here last summer? Things were so different back then. Well, for one thing, Archet wasn’t burned down. And mother and father still weren’t sick. You took care of me, like the big sister you’ve always been, and I could be silly the way I’ve always been. I know I’ve always been able to count on you.

Well, now I am on my own for the first time. And I am afraid.

I am not afraid to tell you that - but if anybody else says it I will punch him in the face! I’ve never been anywhere in this world and I don’t know what to expect. Oh sister, I wish you were the one going in stead of me, you were always smarter, wiser (I’m quick enough myself, but have no patience for reading!). But like you said, I’m the better armsman of the two of us, and armsmen are what’s needed today.

I’ll never forgive the Blackwolds for what they did to fair Archet.

I’ll send you any money I have for the new house, for the care of mother and father. I will also send you for brother's funeral.

All the best
Bera"
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#9666318 Jun 23, 2014 at 12:10 AM
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Berawena's Second Letter Home

"Dear sister,

I know that my last letter may have been a bit dark and moody. I was not feeling too well after leaving Archet. You will be happy to know that I am already more optimistic about my grand undertaking (and I need to be, anyway, since this is what I’m doing).

I have met good friends and it has assured me that we are not alone in our fight. A friendly traveller called Pada sent me a letter saying he had heard about our troubles and my mission to take on the Blackwolds, and that he wanted to help. I have yet to meet him, but I am looking forward to it.

I approached the Chetwood, where I was told that the Blackwolds have their main camp. Here I met a man, Hesthorn, who was quick and sure with a bow like no one I have ever seen. Together we took on the Blackwolds and laid many of them dead or injured. I don’t know ... it felt ... well I don’t know how to describe it. It made me feel a bit bad in a way seeing them fall like that, with frightened eyes and screams. But it is the only way to face the danger and make sure that they do not attack us again.

People here in Combe talk about the bravery of Archet. I don’t know. The price seemed too high. The price is always too high. But we did not choose this battle. They did.

I am sending you 100 silver I took from the Blackwolds. We found other valuables, but I have given them to Constable Underhill, who will return them to the rightful owners. Tonight I will sleep well after a day well spent.

All the best, also to mom and dad,
Bera"
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#9666320 Jun 23, 2014 at 12:11 AM
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Berawena's Third Letter Home

"Dear Sister,

I think there is something terribly wrong. I find the whole Chetwood changed. Darker and more sinister than it used to be. It was always a deep forest, where one could go wrong and become lost if one was not careful. But now it has changed completely. There are not only a few scatterede Blackwolds, as I suspected. The place is crawling with them. I do not understand how these ruffians have been able to organize this well.

Or in fact, I do understand. Yesterday when we attacked them again - in company with an excellent markswoman named Berenthel, who did not say much but didn’t need to because her arrows spoke for themselves - we found not only bandits, but hood-clad men from the North, from a place called Angmar. We have only heard of this place in legends - or in nightmares to be more correct. But here they were, helping the Blackwolds organizing and supplying them with black magic. We fought them, but decided to retreat to come back another day.

If this is true it not only means that the Blackwolds are getting help from outsiders, but also that Angmar has risen again. I don’t know which part is most scary.

All the best,
Bera
(P.S. don’t tell anyone that I’m scared. I’ll give you such a beating if you do)"
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#9666322 Jun 23, 2014 at 12:12 AM
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Berawena’s Fourth Letter Home

“Dear Sister,

I hope this letter finds you well. Your last letter was not so reassuring and I long to be back with you in Archet.

Here in Combe, where I sit in my tiny room in the inn and write to you when I can find the time, things are going well. Do you remember the tales of the “Giant Wolf of Chetwood”, a gigantic creature that ate both men, deer and other wolves alike? Well, I can tell you two things: That wolf really exists. Or, to be correct, he exists no more! With three good friends, I slew him yesterday.

Baugarch, the locals called him, which supposedly means something in Elvish that I do not understand. “Garch” is “wolf”, I think. “Bau”, I do not know. It should mean "terrible", because he was terrible indeed.

It was a long, hard fight, but I, Hesthorn, Elrhandir and Pada finally beat him - but not before he had put both me, Hest and Elr incapacitated to the ground. Only Pada was left, and his bear Ida, but the wolf was gravely wounded now and fell. I am still hurting now, even if Pada's skills as a healer is considerable.

This was a great victory. At first it felt like my javelins and axe never hurt him, but in a real fellowship we could take him on. With good friends everything is possible!

Baugarch was a mystery. Was he associated with the Blackwolds? (I think he was known to eat one or two of them from time to time). They did breed wolves and work with them to terrorize us. But I hesitate to really call him a wolf, since he was so much larger and more cunning and evil. I do not see these ruffians producing such a monster. Could he have come with the men from Angmar? Perhaps we will never know.

I hope to be able to return to Archet soon and help. Meanwhile I am including here 100 silver we have taken back from the Blackwolds. You should give them to whomever in Archet needs it the most. That probably means everybody.

Love,
Bera”
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#9683454 Jun 27, 2014 at 01:06 PM · Edited 4 years ago
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Berawena's Fifth Letter Home

“Dear Sister,

I have big things to tell you.

First the good: When I first left Archet, I felt so alone, like I had never felt before. Well, I don’t feel lonely anymore. Our band of brothers and sisters is growing. First there was Hesthorn, then Elrhandir and Pada, then Talarka and Berenthel. And yesterday, Jullian, a strong fighter, joined us here in Combe. And I am receiving messages from friends far and wide who have sympathy for our cause and who will help us. That fills my heart with hope.

I thought that we - you and me - were all alone in this. That Archet was history and that we would soon be swallowed by the Blackwolds and those evil men leading them. That our victory would be our last. But now I see that we are not alone. Both men, elves, hobbits and dwarves must stand together against the growing darkness. And we will.

But here’s the bad part: The darkness is so much darker than any of us ever thought. Do you remember the warg Baugarch that we killed? Well, I’ve found out that Baugarch is not a name - it’s a type. It’s not “the Baugarch” but “a Baugarch”. Talarka, the elf, told me it means “cruel fang”, and they are bred by Angmar for warfare in the Ettenmoors. A war-warg. Wholly unnatural. A construct. A killing machine of flesh, bones, fur and blood.

There are many more of them. And yesterday we fought several. We defeated two, but it was a hard, vicious fight. The second Baugarch broke my shield and tore into my arm. There were six of us against one warg - I wouldn’t call us exactly heroes, but we are experienced fighters now - and still we only barely survived. I shiver at the thought of what even one Baugarch could do to the remains of Archet.

We took out the heart of one of them. I know this sounds macabre. But Leecher Cartwell of Combe said he would help us find information on the creature if he could see their hearts. So we cut it out and put it in Hesthorn’s bag. Poor Hesthorn. He wasn’t exactly clean before, since he has been travelling so much, but now he really needs a bath!

Cartwell said that he was sure that the blood of the Baugarch was all black and evil and a product of Angmar. He had to consult more books and talk to wiser people - but then fear overcame him and he asked us to leave. I cannot blame him for not wanting any part in this.

We will press on and attack the Blackwolds again. We must have proof that the wargs are associated with them and came with the Angmarim. It seems to be the case, but now we must know.

I beg you: Do not share what I write with anybody. It would only make them despair. And despair is not what we need. Hope is what we need.

I only have one last question:

Whatever should we do with the heart?

Love, Bera”

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#10163549 Oct 18, 2014 at 12:22 AM · Edited 4 years ago
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Berawena's Sixth Letter Home
(Posted a while ago on the forums but never here)

"Dear sister,

I hope this letter finds you well. I am good, but a bit shaken from recent events. I have many things to tell you.

I have given much thought to the "rangers". You know them well, I think, more than I did. I never did like them much. They always seemed mysterious, caught up in themselves, dirty. I never gave much for the old tales of how they were related to the kings of old, such a ragged bunch of hoboes! They always seemed more like grey-eyed beggars and bandits to me. And I still don't really know what to think of them. They might all be a lot better or a lot worse than we thought. And if the rangers are a much better lot than we thought, then all of us will be much worse off! Because apparently Angmar is coming and they have a score to settle with the rangers!

I remember when that poor Amdir showed up in Archet, and I did think his companion Aragorn different from any man I have ever seen or met. So there might be something to the old tales, or so my new elven friend Talarka tells me. He took me to Bree to show me a part of the town I have never seen before (but then again I haven't been there much, it is much too big for me!) - som ruins in the western part of town - and here he showed me a large "crest", a symbol on the wall, a tree with seven stars and a crown, the symbol of the ancient realm of Arnor which stood here before Archet was even a glint in a farmer's eye. I have never seen such a beautiful crest before, and it shook something in me, gave me the chills and made me proud at the same time.

Talarka told me that the rangers are indeed the remnants of the people of Arnor, and that they fight to regain their former glory but also to protect us from evils. In that case they might not be doing such a good job - because I keep thinking that if Amdir and Aragorn never came to Archet, the town might never have been burned down. They came for Amdir did they not?

At least they took him with them. And another ranger, Toradan, sent me and my companions - yes we have a real company now, The Company of the Tortoise, because we move slowly but are hard to beat and always arrive at our destination in the end - to find Amdir in the Blackwold hideout below the falls near Combe. Who knew that they were hiding there?!

Am I forgetting something? Yes, we did fight the baugarchs again and we did poison the food supply of the blackwolds in Chetwood. I will not tell you what I think that food consisted of. I think we succeeded in reducing their strength, at least for now. Which is why Toradan sent us on, or gave us a tip. We posed as new recruits for the blackwolds and met their leader Skunkwood who led us to Amdir. But it was horrible! He was all changed, like a ghost, but a vicious one! He was all shouts and fangs and claws, gone mad by some wound or witchcraft. It was like he was turning into an evil spirit before our very eyes. He slew Toradan, who came to find us, and escaped to who knows where. It was madness. Now I know that the blackwolds were just pawns and that much darker forces are gathering. But I am still unsure about the role of the rangers. I don't know if to trust them. I will not trust anybody but my friends in the company of the tortoise.

Them, and you, of course. I am sending you 100 silver for the rebuilding of Archet.

Just when I thought it might be time to come back, I am being sucked further into this evil quest. I feel tired, and I have scars already on my arms from my battles. I look much older. But I will never stop.

Love,
Bera"
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#10171501 Oct 20, 2014 at 12:13 AM · Edited 4 years ago
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Berawena's Seventh Letter Home
(also posted on the forums)

“Dear Sister,

I have not written you in a while. I am sorry for that. But it is hard to write when one is in the midst of combat - and in the midst of organizing a grand company of fighters! Yes, our little groups is becoming such a company - The Company of the Tortoise.

Much have been horrible, and much have been good. We have lost good friends and have met new allies. We have tried to help the rangers here, but every time we close one chapter, a new one opens. But you will be pleased to know that the Blackwolds have been almost totally destroyed - undone by their own evil alliances. However, that only led to new problems: The Blackwolds were only pawns. They were mislead to fight for the forces of Angmar, and when they realized that they were being lied to, Angmar destroyed them.

I cannot tell you how mad this made me. To think that even the destruction of Archet was just an insignificant detail in the grand scheme of Angmar. That even the Blackwolds, our destroyers, did not matter in the end to the likes of Skorgrim, an evil dwarven lord and a creature that could have been The Witch King himself - but I must be mistaken.

I followed the tracks of Skorgrim and Ivar, and by the advice of one Tom Bombadil - a both mad and wise man who lives in the Old Forest and seems to know all the secrets of the world, and yet only reveals them in foolish rhymes - I was finally led to The Barrows. I wished I had never gone there, because it was a horrible place indeed, but it seems clear that through the forces of Angmar, evil has crept into the barrows and the old hills are crawling with undead life.







In The Great Barrow I finally stood head to toe with a creature named Sambrog, who nearly defeated me - until Tom Bombadil intervened and rescued me out into the sunlight. I owe him so much that I have gone to find lilies for his love yet again.

So much else to tell you. I wish that I could meet you face to face one last time, but I am afraid that our work is now calling us North. The Rangers are in need again...
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#10211064 Oct 28, 2014 at 11:24 PM · Edited 4 years ago
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Berawena's Eight Letter Home

"Dear Sister,

Our Company of the Tortoise barely survived the Barrows, and only with the help of the strange, singing Tom Bombadil. And yet, our adventures have been heard of in Bree. Strider believes we have been helpful in an affair that I dare not put into writing - and now the wizard Gandalf has contacted us, seeking our aid. I dare not think what comes next, because all the creatures of myth and bedtime stories seem to be coming to life before my very eyes.

First it was the Blackwolds and their terrible warg-wolves, the Baugarchs, then it was walking, hostile trees in the Old Forest, then wights and undead in the Barrow-Downs and now ... a wizard? Not even one, but two of them! Because Gandalf is sending us to find news of a friend of his, Radagast the Brown. You may have heard of these wizards, and I even recall far away in my mind stories of a “Grey Wanderer”, but it was something else entirely to see him in person.

Like Strider at first he seemed unfriendly, stern, angry even, and yet his eyes were keen, intelligent and in some sense welcoming. He seemed to look right through you, through your barriers and your self-loathing or self-pity or whatever else that can trouble you, and see you for what you really are - and then he wanted to help you make the most of that. Now I, I am just a peasant girl with some understanding of woodworking and woodsmanship - and lately I have taken to bashing heads with a shield and stabbing brigands with a spear and I am becoming quite good at it - but with Gandalf I felt like something else entirely, like somebody who could play a part in something truly important. Like the fate of our world...

Along my travels I have found out that I have wasted my time not learning more of the world, and I have taken to study our history, and take sketches of the things I find. But more on that later. I will now tell you what happened, when we went out searching for Radagast. I include some sketches for your enjoyment. I don’t believe they are worth much as art, but they may illustrate my story.

It was me, Grannola, Rychyrd, Lylan and Tinnuriel - an elf who has recently joined our company - and we met at dawn, west of Bree.



We traveled North a few miles until we came to the cabin of a man called Saeradan, one of the Rangers of the North.Saeradan wanted to help us, but only if we would help him first. See, a farmer - Robb Thornley - had gone missing, and if we could help find him, he would help us get to Radagast in the Lone-Lands (madness that I will be going there too!). So we went to find Thornley - and found ORCS instead! Orcs camped out on the road between Bree and Trestlebridge! With orcs this close to Bree we are truly in peril. We are no longer fighting brigands but the creatures of the Dark Lord himself ...



They were ugly and mean and there were a lot of them. But we bested them and freed Thornley.



Now we are ready to take on the Lone-Lands..."


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#10241515 Nov 05, 2014 at 12:08 AM
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“Dear Sister,

I am finally doing what you always wanted to do: Travel.
I am seeing Eriador. And I wished you could be here with me.



We have traveled to the Lone-Lands in a bid to find Radagast. Somehow he may lead us to the evil that is overcoming both the Lone-Lands and the Barrows near Bree. Angmar is advancing on all sides, but perhaps nowhere stronger than in the Lone-Londs - that are no more “lonely” but full of orcs and Goblins.

It is also full of a stark beauty, as we saw on the horse ride from Saeradan’s Cabin. It was me, Grannola, Lylan, Kirithab, and Yngvhar.



Saeradan lent us the horses to take us fast to the camp of Candaith, a ranger based near the old Dunedain fortress of Weather-Top, Amon Sûl.



Candaith wanted to help us, but he was knee-deep in Orcs, and he sent us out to find news of their plans. They were crawling all over the Weather Hills and then fought them right the way into the chasm of Bleakrift, where we defeated their warmaster Uzorr. But I fear that there are so many of them that even this victory will be enough.

When we returned, something had happened. There had been a strange storm on the top of Amon Sûl, and Candaith sent us to investigate. We found remains of a great fire or lightening strike, and a stone inscribed with the rune “G”. Was this Gandalf?

Maybe. Maybe not, we had not time to find out because meanwhile the orcs were moving fast, and they took the summit of Amon Sûl while we spoke. That was our time to move, while they were still advancing - so Candaith led us up, fighting both orcs and goblins along the way.



We had to fight them by every turn of the path uphill, but finally we made it to the top - a orcs talking of a leader named “Sharkey” .... and a giant troll.

The deafening roar from that troll falling ... I feared it would topple the whole mountain!



We Re-took Weather Top. But now we are stuck in the Lone-Lands ... with no horses to get back to Bree (Candaith needs his). What are we to do now?"
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#11070170 May 19, 2015 at 10:30 PM
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Berawena's Tenth Letter Home

"Dear Sister,

It has been a long time since you heard from me. But events have been unfolding fast. In the Lone-Lands we got involved with a band of troubled men living in the ruins of Ost Guruth - a place that was once a fair city but is now only a shadow of its former self. The Eglain they call themselves, but you might as well call them the Forsaken. They were troubled by goblins and orcs and other foul creatures - but they had in their midst the one we were searching for, Radagast. A strange wizard he was. It seemed he wanted more to do with the squirrels of the woods and the toads of the lakes than with us.



Still, Radagast knew things that we needed to know: That the Lone-Lands were beset by a evil that is no longer nameless: Angmar has sent his lieutenants, Ivar the Blood Hand and the Red Maid, and they have awoken the dead of Rhudaur, the betrayers of the Dunedain. We have only searched the outskirts of their forts, since we were called away for other business, but we now know a lot more. Unfortunately what we know is not good. In some way I wish it could be unknown again.



Still, Radagst felt that to meet the danger facing us we had to travel to the North Downs to the town of Esteldin, where the remnants of the Dunedain - the Rangers of the North - have made their camp. These are the companions of Strider and Gandalf and I have grown to trust them. One of their leaders, Halbarad, has seen the danger clearer than any others I have talked to. While the Lone-Lands are besieged by necromantic evil, the North Downs are threatened by more mundane dangers: goblins, orcs and trolls - and wargs. No less evil, no less dangerous.


Guardian of Esteldin


A ranger with a plan

The witch-king of Angmar is raising not one but three armies here. In Nan Wathren, in Dol Dinen and in the old king’s castle of Fornost. We have fought skirmishes with all three army groups, but for every victory we score, more enemies seem to appear. By all logic, Angmar must be emptied by now - but I fear it is not so.

But we must not lose hope. If Esteldin falls, then Trestlebridge will fall, and then Bree will fall. And all will be lost. Halbarad is gathering an alliance of men, elves and dwarves and we are helping him do so. It strengthens me to know that we have allies and friends everywhere, if one knows how to find them.

We have grown to call ourselves “turtles”. Ask not where the name came from, as I do not know. But I think it is because we move slowly, yet never lose stride - and we’re hard-hided and hard-biting. Once we bite in, we never let go!

Our little band is working hard to secure the borders on all sides. Jimhaden, Lylan, Kiri and Rychyrd all take their turns. Ermenrich is wounded, but I hope he will recover soon. Reginart the hobbit we lost somewhere near Fornost, but I hope we see him again soon. More friends are always needed, so send any you can find. I hope to hear from you soon. How is mom and dad?

When I am not busy, I try to sketch my memories. I am sending some here. Will send more soon.

Sister, I send you my love,
Bera"

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#11078267 May 21, 2015 at 10:17 PM · Edited over 3 years ago
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“I’ve seen dragons!” said Lylan.

“Dragons?” I said. “Dragons don’t exist. They’re the stuff of old wives tales.”

“I tell you, I’ve seen dragons. Up in the mountain passes that lead to Angmar,” Lylan insisted.

“Dragons exist,” said Kiri. “Dwarves know as much. Or they existed. The last one was shot down over Lake Town years ago.”

“Whatever,” I said. “Even if they do exist, I’m pretty sure you didn’t see one, Lylan.”

“Not one ... but many!” she said. “I’ll show you!”

And off we went, into the mountains north of Esteldin. The borders of Angmar. My first time going there. I fear it will not be my last.



We crossed fields full of wargs and foothills full of spiders - and then inside the pass, we saw it: A slithering, scaly monster with a gaping mouth full of sharp, pointy teeth.

“There!” said Lylan. She pointed, proud.

I gasped, horrified.



“It hasn’t any wings,” said Kiri and shrugged.

“So?” said Lylan.

“So, it’s not a dragon ... it’s a worm. I studied this stuff.”

“Sigh,” said Lylan.

“Let’s kill it anyway,” I said.

And we did. And many of its kind. But they were just worms.

That is until ... we saw it. “It” being this time a gigantic creature, much larger than the worms. Shiny red scales, batlike wings, a roaring mouth full of fire!

“If that is not a dragon, I don’t know what is!” said Lylan, whispering and shouting at the same time.

I gasped again, my knees shaking.

“Technically ...” said Kiri, “that one is not a dragon. Its a Drake. Because even if it has wings, it cannot fly.”

“Sigh,” said Lylan.

“Whatever,” I said. “Let’s kill it.”



So we did. And many like it. We went deep up into the mountains above Esteldin and killed worms and drakes, so many they cannot be counted. Lylan had to go back as she had fired all her arrows. Kiri and I headed on, got lost in a maze of passes and crags and deep, slimy holes filled with drakes. Over a ledge we saw at the bottom of a deep chasm some kind of human settlement. Hillmen, Kiri said. Neither on our side or the enemy’s. They will have to choose, I said. Someday, they will have to choose.



We went back. We had found worms and drakes, but no dragons. In some way it comforted me. Dragons do not exist. At least that I could be sure of: dragons do not exist.

And then I saw it...

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