Rune Satchel Notes: Misty Mountain Saga Pt. 2

November 17, TA 3017

After resting and conversing with other scholars in Imladris, I set out to return to the mountain camp of Lord Gloin. This would be our base of operations, a small camp with but a few dwarves who watched the mouth of the caves and would send reports to the valley.

Lord Elrond remained in the valley to oversee our progress. Messengers would be sent to the Last Homely House and reports would return. I had spent the past few weeks collecting notes and reports of the tunnels within the mountains.


We had the opportunity to meet with an old Hobbit scholar by the name of Baggins who had seen much and wandered in the caves of the goblins for some days. He gave me some direction to other of his party who had passed through the caves some years ago. Lord Gloin was one, and Lord Dwalin, of Thorin’s hall was another. I traveled and discussed their experiences so that I may find some way through the holes and tunnels.

Their recollections did supply some important notes. There were 3 main rooms or halls that I was warned of. Their names of Thundergrot, Deep Fires and I was sent to see what remained of Gollum’s cave.

I ventured up to the passes in the mountains, Lord Gloin sent me into asses the strength of the forces in the caves. After searching and finding some orders I returned them to him for translation in The Valley.After the translation was complete the orders revealed a cooperative agreement between the goblins and orcs from Angmar. I also discovered a whole new warg breeding program. These became my objectives to disrupt and destroy.

The rabble had calmed down from the escape of the prisoners. Though it was not dissipated completely, and tensions were high in the tunnels. There were signs of ‘disagreements’ strewn all over the floor. most rooms, or halls were connected by tunnels and in both of these types of locations piles of flesh,both goblin and orc were left to rot. The stench of the rot reached everywhere and made the goblins all the more restless.

As I progressed in towards the heart of goblin town I noted a few major warg trainers and pit of which I destroyed. Hoping to lessen their numbers, and lessen the threat of trained wargs working in cooperation with the Goblins of the mountain.


The orders spoke of a cooperation between the goblins and the orcs of Angmar. This meant ill news for the misty mountains. The orcs had free roam in the tunnels and halls of the mountain but they had a central base of operations that both goblins and orcs shared. Tensions were still high after the fake orc killing I planted caused quite a riot. There became need for a representative of goblin town to watch over the orc encampment to both ensure there was no foul play on either side.

This observer controlled a great force of militarized and some what trained goblins of these tunnels and holds them in order at the same time keeping the forces of Angmar in check. Lord Gloin had ordered his death as well as that of the orc in charge of Angmar’s forces. Their removal would cause both armies to be once again, in disorder and given a few days, at war with each other.


In the same hole lived the champion of Angmar and the orcs who he had been deployed with. Their number was substantial and unlike their goblin cooperatives, they were organized and were, to some extent trained more formally. They were dispatched and the champion was challenged. He fell as he made a movement towards destroying his orders.


At the request of Lord Elrond I did not turn back there, but I continued on with the intention of exploring and mapping most of the caverns there as I could. Thankfully the goblins and orcs were distracted with the recent death of their captains and were, once again, fighting among themselves.

I found that beyond their cave trolls and their orc war-steadings they had a great many slaves digging, the weaker and smaller goblins did this simply because they lacked the strength or the cunning to do otherwise.

After a while, time is hard to tell down there, I came upon a passage. It was vacant unlike any I had passed through before. There were no messengers passing through, nor were there any wargs or great beasts that were housed here.


Something noticeable were the walls, they had paintings on them. There were no such walls that I had noticed earlier. It appeared that they depicted events in the timeline of the Goblins there. The passage was cold and silent with nothing but a few drips that made noise. As i followed the cool air down the passage there came a point where there was an eerie total silence. The light here was dim at best and one could barely see their own hand in front of their face. After feeling around for hours i came to an opening at the end of the rock wall. I slowly crept forward and stepped into an underground pool.

Gollum Cave Lotro

There was a cavern that was deep and wide with a singular island in the middle. There were remnants of fish bones and waste on the shore and what looked to be a primitive hut out of a stick and some rough-spun cloth with a great many holes and stains. Whatever lived here was gone but had made this a home for some time.

I wrote these notes down and finished my map notes of the tunnels Then made my way back to the surface. Master Bilbo was quite interested in reading my notes, but also slightly worried when i mentioned that the creature Gollum, as he informed me, had left his home. This I also reported to Lord Elrond who showed some concern but little surprise at this news. I have been able to rest here and refocus on my studies.



Emissary Log: The Northern Trade Pt. 3

November 20th, T.A. 2017

Much has taken place since my last letter. The damage done by Angmar is somewhat lessened of late. Weather it is our involvement in the area or not I cannot say, but there seems to be much less of a presence in the north here. This bodes well for trade and the locals have come to trust us more for our deeds in restoring the roads, though we are still working to trade well. In order to do so we must begin excavations soon in and around Zigilgund. But these rocks are frozen and hard with time. The Dourhands have been scattered after heroic involvement by Lord Thordri of Othrinkar and myself.


The Dourhands stood no chance as the Icecreave Mines shook with the pounding of his great hammer.  We rushed through the caves and didn’t stop until we had found the chambers of records. Lord Thordri The mighty dwarf was unstoppable as he had a score to settle with the dwarves there.We defeated their leader and reclaimed he mines for the dwarves once more. His forces stood no chane and Lord Thordri’s hammer crushed his helm at last.


Though we searched for more information won why they were digging there we could not find anything, though a large portion of the old texts of that hall were missing, destroyed by the Dourhands or from the passing of years we did not know.

This will take some time to clean and prepare for regular excavations. We reconnected the distant hunting camps with the main trade routes taking into account the dangers of the road, and capitalizing on their absence. Things are beginning to look up in the north. A time of rest is near, though not here yet. Still we are keeping guard on the road and major dangers have been dealt with, we look now to the challenge of reviving the other mines and ruins of old. There are pieces of dwarven history up here, that poke out of the drifts and glaciers. What secrets they hold, I cannot say, but It would be a loss for us not to study them.


I call for young dwarves and scholars, there is a future to dwarven involvement in this frozen land. It would be a great advantage to grow a greater relationship with these people here. If the trade from the north wishes to survive this is a necessity. We cannot give up the head-start that we have now, a great friendship is growing and there will be rough patches as with any business venture But I urge the dwarves to take losses in trade for the benefit of our friends. Trade profits for friendship and the profits will follow!

Rune Satchel Notes: Misty Mountain Saga Pt. 1

October 23, T.A. 3017

Runethiar, scholar and Runekeeper, in service of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. I have spent my time studying, here at Imladris, the ways of the eldar and their mastery of words and runes. After ears of study, Lord Elrond has seen it necessary for me to take part in an expedition into the Misty Mountains to the no ther in search of a missing scout. Something that normally a scholar such as myself would never get involved with normally. But Lord Elrond believes that there is a greater power that is rising in the north, something that may, he thinks, even come to threaten The Valley.

I was sent to one of the dwarven camps in the foothills of the Misty Mountains where lord Gloin was waiting with some information regarding the activities of enemies in the mountains. The goblins of the misty mountain, though well-established, have not been the rulers of these passes for the longest time.

These mountains have, of old held dwarves. Durin V had once called this place home, for a time. There was a great dwarven stronghold that kept many treasures that the dwarves had procured and refined from the mountain. The city was lost to a dragon Thorog who envied the riches that lay there as dragons do. Durin V assembled a small legion of dwarves to take their halls back. They fought with the dragon and after heavy losses Thorog and Durin V both fell. Though the halls were won, there was no rejoicing and the dwarves left them abandoned.

There have been more dwarves interested in returning there but there was no one willing to enter those halls for some say that they are cursed. The Axe which Durin V bore, Mírdanant, which was said to posses a blessing of protection for the user. However with the death of Durin V, there was a great amount of distrust between the dwarves and elves after.

Besides these ruins that have remnants spotting the passes of the mountains there are giants that are said to roam the southwest reaches. For a time they had been willing to parlay with the elves when there was need. Agreements on passage through the mountain and other policies that were made with an interest in gold and jewels from the dwarves of Helegrod as well. But our scouts report that there is no longer such a reasonable relationship between the Giants and the free folk.

However our missing scout was near Vindurhal and our party left and travelled the passes of the mountain with relative ease and peace. Vindurhal was what seemed to be an old dwarf tower that had been reclaimed by the snow except for a wall which provided a great cove to hide from the elements. The camp provided a final briefing to the party of healers and a hunter that had led us this far.

Eolthier, who was familiar with the passes of the mountain where he spent time as a scout. He did not say much to us but was rather preoccupied with the deterring of goblins from interrupting our trek. His skill as a tracker and a hunter is unparalleled in the Valley though he is from the Greenwood.

It was late morning when we met the scout at Vindurhal. He informed us that Glorwen, the missing scout, had been investigating the warg activity to the north and was captured. She was then traded to the goblins who live in the stronghold of Goblin Town. There they would torcer her for information, possibly regarding the Valley, possibly because they thought torture was fun. Either way haste was needed.

We were directed to the small camp set up outside of the entrance to their holes. Lord Gloin met us there and wished us luck. For this venture would help in the well-being of his interests in the Mountains as well.

Their ‘town’ was dark, damp, and reeked of refuse. It was not long after we left sight of the entrance that we ran into our first patrol. We dispatched them quickly and without too much noise. After which we quickened our pace through the twisting tunnels towards the prison cells.

There were noticeably large goblins guarding the west side of the caverns with the only exception being the jail itself on the east.

Larger and better trained they posed more of a threat and therefore were chosen for their roles over their counterparts. Even so they did not stand up against and expert hunter and myself.


We happily found Glorwen in tact and well. She said that although unpleasant, the goblins had not harmed her. She did not know why but the goblins often spoke to each other in their dark language but a common word was ‘Orc’. Glorwen would not heed our call for her to leave but insisted that we speak with another prisoner who had not been seen for some time and in fact some thought him dead.


Aeglas was found to be in good health although if only slightly weary from being imprisoned for so long. However he had not been idl either during his time of captivity. He spoke of a rising ire between the orcs and goblins. and had hatched a plan that could turn the tide against the insurgence of orcs from Angmar.


The orcs were present due to Angmar’s attempt to win over the legions of goblins to their campaign against Eriador. Though the orcs had moved in some time ago, there was a great rift between the goblins and orcs about which one owned the tunnels. The goblins of course believing that their home was being rented out to the intruding orcs and the Orcs of course believing that their orders meant their new territory would be the tunnels of goblin town.

Aeglas saw a great advantage here. Divide and Conquer. though he would not speak of all his ideas, he sought to ignite the rising tensions and, with any luck, cause an outburst between the two groups. Thus the threat of cooperation would be removed and this would provide a great chance for an escape.

After fetching a sharp pike and affixing a severed orc head to it, Aeglas had me place it at the entrance to the orcs’ territory. Once that was done we prepared to make an escape. The group prepared to leave with our freed friends in tow and escape while the riot distracted the guards.


Once that was done it was only a matter of time until the in-fighting erupted. Until then it was the goal of our party to find the key. which as we found out from a imprisoned goblin was in the possession of the jail keys and was also out in thee open. After defeating the goblin and retrieving his keys it was only a matter of waiting at the jail.

After a time the clanging from the tunnels above gave us the opportunity that allowed us to sneak past the larger population of goblins and barely needing to stop save for a rest once.


During our escape Aeglas and I broke from the group and found several opportunities where we could re-enforce the rage of the goblins and other where we could distract and enrage the orcs. For the goblins we slew several of their prized wargs. leaving much of the fighting up to them, a problem that they greatly disliked. With a few of the lead goblins slain their ranks were weakened. Our design was the near-annihilation of the goblins by the orcs of Angmar. Seeing as the goblins were now losing ground we made our way out and reconnected with the group.


As everyone was accounted for, we returned to The Valley where we took the freed captives to to the houses of healing for some well-deserved rest.

Emissary Log : The Northern Trade Pt. 2

November 18th, T.A. 2017

After regaining control of the passage from Kauppa-Kohta and to Pynti-Peldot I spent some days looking at the trade that took place between the reunited communities. Largely furs were trades but noticeably the People of Pynti-Peldot traded sabertooth teeth for badger furs from Kauppa-Kohta. These two seemed to be the main exports of both regions, given the fact that both had large groups of these animals that they hunted on a regular basis.

It was here too that I saw the desire for dwarven goods. Spices were traded but there were still some dwarven tailoring that was traded and coveted greatly. Alongside this there was also a fair amount of trinkets and some jewelry made in Thorin’s Hall that was traded, and for a fair amount of furs too. This is an encouraging sign and show their willingness to remain trade partners. The Chief of Pynti-Peldot did thank me for my efforts and said that trade caravans would be welcome as often as they come.


I ventured on to Zigilgund. Looking to finally reach my dwarven brothers in this far-away place. The weather was thankfully clear as I rode past a few minor settlements and hunting camps. across the plains I could see herds of aurochs grazing in the snow. They were sometimes hunted for special feasts and for their furs, but the locals use them mainly for their milk, which is a major part of the local diet.

The land rises here with low flat plains to the south and high hills to the north. The road is relatively quiet but there are some dangers, in the hills the wild-men have made their camps and thought they do not actively attack the road, they do pose a threat to both the traveller and the locals here to as they constantly set traps to catch the aurochs herds which then poses a threat to the trade and lives of the locals as well. Though efforts are being made to protect the herds from the traps and the overhunting by the wild-men, a constant effort is required. Perhaps there can be something done with more personnel that would allow for the removal of this threat.

Further down the road at the top of the hill there is an island that is home to a large sabertooth community. Here is where most of the locals hunt the cats that they end up trading. There is not much threat on the road from these dangers, and I would recommend that the habitat be left alone so the locals may continue their lives.

Further on and Zigilgund can be seen in the far distance. However it is surrounded by a type of mammoth graveyard that is held as sacred by the locals and should, of course remain untouched.

Zigilund Camp

Zigilgund stands like a steady and strong dark crown, jutting out from the hillside to the north of the road. There is protection from the elements and room for camps. The lower premises are home to an active stable, now more commonly used thanks to the opening of trade between the people’s. It’s middle landing provides room for repair facilities and and overlook of the lands far to the south. this vantage point, and the isolation from the north via the cliffs provide this fortress with a huge tactical advantage.


However there are some matters that need dealing with, and some that I have seen fit to deal with immediately to attempt to get this returning effort fully underway.

Firstly there was the issue of the few wildlife incursions that was causing a halt in production. These consisted of the snow-beasts to the east of Zigilgund. They were coming too close at night and we were having cases of them stealing resources, provisions and some tools as well. Their mischief crossed the line when a group of them attacked a scout who was attempting to collect firewood and nearly killed him. It later turned out that there was a den just a few yards away from the entrance to Zigilgund. The threat was dealt with to cease the interruptions and many of the tools were found.

Dwarven Channels

After this there was some trouble at the hot springs to the north. Winter worms had infested the area and it was no  longer safe for the dwarves of Zigilgund to travel there. A few came with me as we pushed the threat out and destroyed the largest of their number and their matron. This victory has increased the moral of the Dwarves here, and since then the winter worms have dissipated greatly and are expected to disappear entirely within a few seasons.

A third problem that came to our attention was from the locals, Though there are not many here at camp there are a few outliers who monitor this camp with the interest of tending the horses here and also keeping watch over the sacred grounds of the mammoths that lies before the walls. Their plea was that something was driving the dying mammoths out of the area.

With the interest of maintaining a strong relationship between us I investigated the source of the problem and found that there was some sort of dark enchantment that was causing the madness of the mammoths. As i searched the graveyard for signs of trouble I came across a Guredain, attempting to entrap a dying mammoth and promptly interrupted him. After this i came to learn that the one teaching the wolf-men to conjure in such a way was an Angmarim. I rushed to confront him and we battled late into the night. He called on powers that raised great winds and terrible creatures of snow. However his command of the elements did not stand up against dwarven steel, and I eventually casted his body to the snow. This should be an end of the Angmarim advances to Zigilund, though i cannot say yet as to what extent they have influenced the Guredain.



Finally The only remaining issue is the Dourhand presence in the Ice Creave mines. This has halted any kind of reconstructive attempts by the dwarves and poses a great threat to the future of Zigilgund. If the treasures and resources are stolen from the mines, There will be no major profit of the dwarven fortress here. They have been digging as I have come across evidence in the snow outside the mines and closer to the bridge.


They are not willing to parlay with any of us as I found out. I called a scout to the bridge and requested to speak with the superior of the camp there, a request which he was not interested in obliging to at all. All I can say is that negotiations were concluded shortly thereafter and I returned to Zigilgund.

The matter of the Ice Creave mines and The danger that they face will have to wait until my further writings, but I hope that with some help they can be resolved soon. I will write again once more progress can be made.

The Hunter’s Trade: Goblin-Town Rescue

October 29th T. A. 3017

Well it seems that my vacation was cut short. I was summoned to return to Imladris to help in assisting a lost scout. There was great concern because she had not been seen for some time and with the constant danger of the mountains and the vastness of the realm I was requested to find a sign of her somewhere in the drifts.

I set out from The Valley with great speed, the clearing of the mountain trails made the ascent swift and easy. As I returned to Vindurhal I was told that Glorwen had gone out three days before to scout the different areas that i had at the beginning of the month. However she failed to return by her deadline and still has not been seen.

The danger from goblins and wargs, though lessened since the last time I had come here, were still present. paw prints in the snow as well as footprints leading to the west side of the mountains were everywhere. It was almost too much to even track Glorwen’s horse. I followed the trail to the northeastern edge of the high pass and searched among the stones where the wargs lived.

After finding her bow and cape frozen in the snow I returned to Vindurhall with not much hope. As we contemplated her fate a dwarf informed us that there was a chance that the wargs were keeping her rather than just killing her immediately. This meant that we would have to parlay with the Wargs to see the fate of Glorwen and how her freedom could be bought.

We ‘met’ with the warg leader, and had to slay several of his allies to draw him out. Eventually the only way we could communicate with him was to challenge his position as pack leader. He put on a good fight but I overcame him in the end and forced him to submit.

He confessed that the pack had delivered Glorwen to the goblins and she was taken into the tunnels under the mountains. we left that place solemnly, we were unsure of weather she was allowed o live for we had received no ransom or message from the goblin stronghold in the tunnels.

There has been on some occasions, where goblins have parleyed with the elves of Rivendell. Though these negotiations seldom last longer than the greeting and rarely end well. But even so there is communication. But this time there had not been. much was yet to be discovered.

It was our only option to enter into the tunnels that they call Goblin town. There would have to be some sort of slave or captive camp in there where prisoners were kept if they were allowed to live. This would be our first target.From there anything we could do to sabotage and confuse the goblins would be extra and assist in the retaking of the misty mountains from the goblins that make their home there.

It was  once the decision was made that Lord Elrond had his scholars and healers for assistance with the extraction of Glorwen. The Scholars were attending to learn more of what could be done about the threat of goblins and how we could diminish their numbers further. I was charged with leading the party through the tunnels safely to the prisoners then out again.


With some guidance from Master Gloin, who had had experience fighting his way through the tunnels some years back, we pressed on through one of the entrances. The entire cave system was dark except for the fired set there by the goblins. My attempt would be as  stealthily as possible. There was a great risk of being captured should we be overrun by legions of goblins who could be alerted and mobilized in a second.

As I progressed through the caves filth and carcasses lay everywhere. There were cries and screams from deeper in the tunnels but none of these sounded like they belonged to Glorwen. They were always shrill scratchy voices. They must have belonged to the goblins but why they were being tortured so was unclear to me. Though goblins are indeed evil creatures that are despicable in their behavior so any attempt at understanding their nature will drive one mad.


Our party entered a tunnel that pulled away to the east. We noticed that down this tunnel there were goblins that carried keys. We were on the right track. As we passed through the guards and sentries we came to an opening that led to the holding cells. Cut out of the mountainside and nearly covered in refuse and waste the bars were fused out of rough iron, and although there were jailers here they did not stand much chance against our party.

Upon entering the jail it took us merely a few minutes to find the right cells. Along with Glorwen we found a long missed scout Aeglas, who had been sent to goblin town and had not returned. They both were in good health as the healers looked them over. I set to unlocking their cells immediately but Aeglas refused, urging me that there was more we could do immediately that would cause great distention in the ranks of the goblins and orcs that lived here.

found Glorwen

I urged him to leave and receive help but he insisted. Therefore I decided to take Glorwn back and a Scholar volunteered to remain with Aeglas to finish the job that he was sent for. After leaving provisions to help the two that remained we made a quick exit and left the town for good.

Glorwen was much relieved when we made it above ground again and was rushed back to Rivendell to see her family who was greatly concerned. I remained at the camp waiting to meet the scholar and Aeglas as they emerged a day later with good news. The goblins and orcs were set against eachother and should dwindle their numbers on their own. After a rest at Vindurhal we left, returning to Rivendell 4 days after we set out.

The Hunter’s Trade: Forochel

October 24, T.A. 3017

I left Rivendel again in a search for hunting grounds that would provide a new challenge. I had heard of the frozen lands to the north from the dwarves in the misty mountains, and seeings as everything is under control at this point, I saw no problem with A Short holiday in some strange new lands that would expand my experience and give me some escape from the scouting done around The Valley.

Here’s hoping for the best hunt and a chance to gain some experience from these icy lands and their creatures. the furs here are expensive and considered rare in many lands to the south. This change will be something nice though not entirely different from the misty mountains.

The land up here is flat, like great plains of ice spread for miles and continue into the ocean in glaciers. Wind is a constant here. Although the weather here is much colder than normal, the wind does make the temperature even colder. Some places are worse than others, the wind seems to push through even the thickest garments and pierce into your very bones. Snowstorms whip up without warning and bring visibility to nearly nothing. Snowdrifts can be deeper than a lake and cracks and crevices in the ice are easily missed, claiming lives of locals and travelers alike.


The beasts here are varied, the saber-tooth cats that prowl are clever and silent. Their coats blend them into their surroundings. There are two major types here. One type has all white fur, they blend perfectly into the snow, this allows them to hunt during the day or night, regardless of visibility. Another makes it’s home in the rocky outcroppings where the snow does not cover or is spotty at best. Their fur is spotted with grey and brown, blending them in with their surroundings of dirt, rock and snow. They rely on hunting during the night, or creatures straying into their territory unawares. Both are extremely dangerous and a constant threat.

The other creatures such as moose, elk and Aurochs are peace full compared the the main predators of the lands. They often reside near the pine forests. They are specially adapted to digesting the pine needles and finding small plants under the snow. They are sought after by the locals, the Aurochs for their milk and the elk for their antlers, but all for their meat and skins. The locals use very part of the animal either for decoration, warmth, or food. Nothing can be afforded to be wasted here. The land is unforgiving, and the locals have their beliefs around being responsible for the land and treating it well as it treats them well.

Worst of all the creatures here are the Grims. They are not one single monster but an element. It is as if nature itself manifested only as an evil power. They cannot be native here, though they take the properties of the weather and the land where they have invaded, they are still altogether alien. They are, or were crafted by a dark power and sent into this land to torment the people here. Though their prey is mainly hunting parties and stray travelers their numbers remain uncounted and they cannot be thought of as merely a legend.


Though there are great dangers here in this region there is great beauty also. when the sky is clear and the snow shies the light of the setting sun there are few things as beautiful as that.


Emmisary Log: The Northern Trade pt. 1

November 3rd, T.A. 2017

After a busy month of repairing trade routs and planning caravans and resting, following my trade analysis of the great east road and the re-connection of the trade routes to the Misty Mountains, It has come time for improving our trade interests to the north. It would seem that there has been a decrease in the productivity of our trade caravans to the Ice region of Forochel. Many traders come back with the same amount of materials as they set out with originally and less and less resources are returning with them.

Lord Dwalin has sent me to establish our communication with the natives of that area and to reconnect our outpost there with the dwarves here at Thorin’s hall. Although I can admit that I am not nearly as excited to venture into those northern lands, I still understand the merit that this has. It is known of the furs and ivory that the natives of Forochel trade are above the quality of even some elven regions. The furs from the moose and elk there are extremely soft, and the saber-tooth and aurochs hides are of the warmest materials that money can buy.

The reestablishment and maintenance of a relationship is only going to help us gain access to these highly desired goods that we can then process and sell.

Seeing as the locals have been dealing with interference and difficulties from both the elements and from wild beasts ravaging their trade routes, their removal would aid in opening up the way for a renewed and prosperous trade between both people.

My first step of business was to assist in a trade with one of our own caravans to offer extremely fair prices to the Lossoth locals in Kauppa-Kohta, which is their southernmost camp and therefore the one that sees the most of the trade. This is of course the response of the traders from the dangers on the road, and prevents many, if not, most from venturing deeper into this region.

trade caravan

Thus this first camp is going to be our foundation for trade with the deeper camps in Forochel. We must see to it that there are guards and guides for the caravans and that there can be proper management of the road. These aspects are always the first to be neglected, though they are often the most important part of the trade routes. the roads are always going to be dangerous, and the need for protection will always be there. Here in Forochel this is true all the more.

Attacks on the road from wolves and wargs are a constant threat here. This stifles the trade between the settlements even between the peoples here. As a result there is less of a focus on trade and rather on craft. This causes a decrease in the openess for trade, and less of a focus on trade with the coming generations. It became evident that reconnecting the different settlements of the Lossoth in order to increase our trade-reach in this area.

I saw to it immediately that the greatest threats of the wags and local wargs were removed. This did prove to be a sort of challenge in that there was a great difficulty but nonetheless was eventually dealt with. This did earn some respect from the locals as there was a pre existing belief in that outsiders of Forochel could not deal with the difficulties that faces the Lossoth. It seems that they have not had much experience with dwarves in the past. I was happy to rectify their opinion and broaden their understanding for our race.

After that day of long hunting and fighting I remained at the settlement to rest and prepare to venture out towards Pynti-peldot, a large hunting outpost in the center of the region. With the provisions needed and some guidance from the locals I left or the second settlement hoping that the work their would be equally as effective as it had been so far, as well as hoping that the road would not prove too difficult.

The weather did was fair and there were patches of sun that morning. Though clouds continued through the rest of the day. The road rose up for a while on a soft gradient which was not a difficult trek even with snow and ice. The morning passed without too much difficulty. The second half of the day proved to be more of an adventure.

Through a long rift in the ice I traveled for a greater part of the day. Two glaciers had cracked and separated. and thought I don’t know how long the ice had remained like this, It was evident that the separation had swallowed the road that the ancient Lossoth used to use.

The ice valley was impressive, walls of cold, blue ice rose on both sides, some leaning and connecting overhead creating a cavern with a high ceiling that enclosed the traveler from some elements. The ice cavern became a rock cave as the hot steam vents burst through the ground and thawed the ice that covered them. this was welcome warmth from the several hours of exposure to the freezing cold.

There were more dangers on the road. Wolfmen were waiting on the exit to the cave and would attack on site if allowed to. By the request of the locals I removed them from the entrance and also removed their tokens of offense, clearing the road to the second encampment. There I worked to find some kind of understanding where the locals would permit trade with the dwarves that came out of the south and Zigilund as well.

In order to accomplish this I did what I could to assist in supplying and contributing in tribal rituals to display the dwarves’ flexibility of beliefs. This display of tolerance seem to have an effect on the locals and I have earned  the trust of the leader of the second camp. They were most gracious hosts and look forward to trading with the caravans that come from the south as  well as their own brethren.


From here my road looks west to reconnect with our outpost at Zigilund where we can see how our researchers and hunters are faring in this rough land.  My aim is to assist in any way I can to prepare them for the reopened trade routs and ensure that th can provide a reliable stop for caravans looking to resupply or rest from travels.