Truth in a Dark Place RPG

[Arvedui III]

Rangar walked in the green fields as dawn broke, priding himself on slipping away unnoticed, if only for a little while. Rohan was a good place to think somehow. Everything seemed simpler in Rohan, and his mind much less staggered than in Gondor or Arnor or Ithilien or Eraidor, beautiful though they were. Rohan, an easy seeming place, he decided. A good place to think about the company, Harad, Barodin, the mob, dreams; Dreams which were most disturbing of late. The swirl of color, the endless blood, and now cries as well, far off yet familiar. Though, maybe those came from other troubled sleepers. Turthol used to have that problems with dreams, and Wren seemed bothered by something as well. Despite the overt hate the two showed each other, they were similar. He did not know why, but it made Rangar grin.

Walking to where the horses were grazing, he found his own steed a little removed from the rest. Very Appropriate. He thought as he moved away from the rest of the horses to stroke the creature. "Hullo" He said as the horse gave him a nuzzle. "Don't believe I got your name." The black mount looked at him for a moment, then turned away and went back to grazing. "Well, maybe later." He mumbled, glancing up at the new risen sun and heading back to camp.

It seemed as though there was an unspoken agreement in place not to discuss the mob, and what might have caused it; And Rangar was grateful for that. Since no supplies had been damaged, they opted not to take a detour to Edoras, but continue strait by the north road . Five days passed without incident, and soon, much to Rangar's surprising dismay, the grassland began to recede and the party entered Gondor.