I have at last found the time and reason to return to the journal again. Regrettably the last month following my return had not faired well for the company, much of my attention was spend on helping continue our efforts, in spite of our reduced resources. I had returned to Red Hall to find our numbers drastically reduced since before my departure, for a time it was only Radhril, Blorlo, and myself still frequenting the Red Hall. I had returned to new developments, as I had expected, Lady Radhril has taken an interest in the as of yet still cryptic means by which her ring was able to aid in destroying the orb which had caused us no end of grief. Her studies have led her to believe the ring forges in old Eregion may hold a clue, and I am inclined to believe she is right about it. To say nothing that in addition to finding the information pertinent to the matter at hand, Radhril and I have both agreed that any chance to recover knowledge of any topic is valueable enough for it to be a worthy goal in itself. As we speak, we are in the process of gathering kinsmen for travel, given the distance it is not a journey to be taken without a full compliment.
This was not the only matter of interest, just a few short weeks ago a woman from Rohan came riding into Redstable on some important business. She explained that she was seeking a comrade of hers who had been missing in the area. At this time the sad truth dawned on me that the person she was seeking was Ancthelm, who fell at our sides during the attack on our hall months ago. From what I gather she was betrothed to Ancthelm, and the grief evidentially came suddenly and harshly for her, I brought her to Ancthelm's grave and grave to cope. I confess, being a warrior as long a I have makes a great many things less painful, having to inform loved ones of a comrade's death will never be one of them.
Still, this woman, Ethelaisly by name, has proven to be made of sterner stuff, no sooner than she finishes mourning by the grave she has pledged to help us. She is now accompanying us on our journeys, and I welcome her gladly, to be honest the company needs all the help it can get considering recent events.
Most recent, and perhaps most relevant to the present however is an issue regarding our intrepid master Blorlo, recently he has received a letter from the mayor of his home town of Archet, a place he explains he has been exiled from for years now. The circumstances of this sudden invitation back home were mysterious to say the least, not to mention just slightly in the side of suspicious, and Blorlo requested our aid, support, and if necessary our backup should the worst come true. On our way to Archet we made a brief stop at the inn in Combe, to my astonishment we were received by a surprising number of our company among us, including the return of Lady Meriya, it bodes well for the future to be without a doubt. We arrived to find Archet recently the victim of what seems to be a very devastating bandit raid, and it was clear in the state of the town, as well as the suspicion of it's watchers, who stripped us of our weapons on entering the town. We met with the mayor, who upon seeing Blorlo insisted to speak to him alone. After some convincing he was persuaded to let Lady Radhril join them, I admit this was to great trepidation and regret on my part, for my concern over their safety led me into full fledged paranoia. I am just glad that there was no deception after all, I must not cloud my judgement in that manner again... Whatever happened between Blorlomand the mayor I do not know, but I gather it was concerning his family, if nothing else Blorlo apparently now knows that his mother and sister yet lives, and expresses interest in finding them, he will have the aid of the company in this matter, as always.
As I write this, we are camping out beneath the stars just outside of Archet, and now I must conclude here, my turn on watch will be coming shortly.
by Calebriorn on Dec 08, 2016 at 05:01 AM