Moving On

The days following the party were filled with conflict and trials of many kinds. I slayed all manor of trouble makers be they men, beasts or undead horrors. I tracked down historic sites and rare flowers. I even entered the depths of the Great Barrow and slayed Sambrog the Wright-Lord. I was showered in titles and thanks for my various accomplishments.

As time went on, fewer and fewer townsfolk came to me with concerns. It looked as if we'd finally brought order to Breeland. I was starting to consider retirement, perhaps even settling town in Bree to pursue a career as a woodworker. That fantasy was not to be.

One particularly bright morn Daisy Appledore visited me at the Prancing Pony. She congratulated me on my many accomplishments (not the least of which was keeping up with her hectic training schedule). After a fine breakfast she began to tell me of the many rumors coming for outside Breeland. It became clear that though we had our troubles at bay, this security would not remain if we didn't start taking the fight to the enemy. To truly be safe Bree needed men to meet threats before they ever reached our boarders.

Though all of the territories surrounding Bree had their troubles, the Lone Lands seemed to be a particular threat at the moment. It was rumored that hordes of Goblins and Orcs were massing there. This could mean an all out assault on Bree and that could not be allowed happen.

I had no choice. I spent the rest of the day preparing. Sharpening my Spear, crafting new Javelins and getting may belongings in order. Tomorrow I'll set out for the Lone Lands. My Goal is to disrupt, if not destroy, the forces massing there in the hopes that they never get the chance to threaten the townsfolk here.

It's a tall order, and one I'm not at all sure I can accomplish alone, but this is what the townsfolk have come to expect from me and I owe them nothing less.