*a Letter Directed To Storms Crossing*

[Tando_Oddball 4]

*the writing is written quickly*

 

This may well be my final letter to you my brethren. My name is Stal that is it, I have no clan nor family so I am Stal. As I was outside of Storms Crossing I heard the great shatter of ice that many of you likely did. It was at this point that I decided to investigate the northern wall of ice. I came to the point to find ice strewn about and to find a ruin of sorts named as home to a Warden of some sort. I entered only to be called out by a woman's voice. I found her outside and she asked me to come quickly to help stop the beasts. I rushed with her quickly to a point where we saw a wraithlike figure rise into the sky, paying little heed to us, I yelled my cry and suddenly I was on the ground, a knife wound in my back, I can only guess the woman did this. I cried in pain as she wandered farther and farther away til out of sight, leaving me for dead. I groaned in pain for a few minutes before using my pick to drag my body up out of the ditch. It was here I spied others heading beyond the wall to investigate, one of which an Uruk child came to me and stayed near me. I talked to him in pain to try and find help but it was to no avail. I looked out to the side and found myself watching a group of four or five human horsemen, crying out words of Death and then charging forward to trample us. One of there horses landed on my arm, snapping the bone in which I screamed horribly. The riders continued on there way, leaving me once more for dead. At this point I continued dragging my nearly limp body along with my one good hand and my pick. It is at the icy wilderness here in the north that I write this message. Take heed brethren, evil lies in the north as well as in our own lands among the humans.

 

Goodbye.

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*The Paragon shrugs after reading the note that had found its way to his fortress and home. His sribe and servant reads the letter to him in which he responds to,*

"Bludeh useless! Dis be jus' a warrant ov sum lady's dea'f. Nae a scrap ov bludeh useful information... Nae names, nae key features ov deir appearence! 'ave it burned wi'f da odders. Per'aps sum un else Woolf prevoid moar useful infermation!

An' Scroibe! Tell da lads Ah got plenty ov experience an' information ov wut 'idea be'ind da wall!"

[lιoɴ 248]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.