– Blackwolds –

Archet was destroyed and many fell that night, but despite everything the Shadow seemed to have moved away from that place and the survivors were already starting to re-build Archet, now was John Brackenbrook who lead the community and i am sure he will be a good leader for many years.
My help was no longer needed and nothing held me there, Brackenbrook thanked me and suggested to direct me to Combe, maybe at the inn I could have find out more informations about the fate of Amdir.
Combe is a little bigger than Archet, but offers many more services: a blacksmith, some sellers and the less welcoming inn I’ve ever seen: the Comb and Wattle Inn, on entering I could see only four drunks sitting at a table, a few hens scratching on the floor and the surly owner behind the counter.
The room was lit by few candles, in a shadowy corner sat a figure, who, for what I was able to see it seemed to be different from the inhabitants of the area: it was definitely taller and slimmer… perhaps more elegant, spur of the moment I did not pay much attention to him.
I ordered a drink, and I put out some extra coin to the owner in order to have some informations, everything she said was that the day before a Ranger reserved a room upstairs.

Toradan he was sitting in his room resting I think, when I entered after knocking I had the feeling to be expected, I introduced myself, and he told me that he already knew my name and was already aware of what happened to Archet; I spent the following hours asking questions and getting some answers, I learned about the Morgul blades and their effects, then Amndir was victim of a curse and for this he had followed the Cargûl spontaneously. The imperative was therefore find Amdir, Toradan suggested me to start my search throughout Chetwood, the wood was in fact the main refuge of the Blackwolds and there fled the survivors of the attack on Archet; I thanked Toradan and promised him to return soon with good news.
It was clear that I could not sift the wood alone.
I stood in front of the fireplace thinking about how I could get help in that village when with my great surprise the help came to me without being asked: the figure who when I entered stood in a shadowy corner now was in fron of me handing a mug of ale.
An Elf!I could not believe my eyes and I almost laughed, he was standing there smiling at me with that sly smile that only the Elves have.

He was Talarka, a young Elf of Lindon, I willingly accepted the ale, and while we were drinking he told me about his activity as timber merchant and how he was silently helping the local woodsmen to keep away the Blackwolds so it was explained to me that the tactic of “the ghost Elf” (who was becoming a legend in the area), Talarka used a decoy to distract the enemy while he attacked them from another direction, then I told him about my situation and Amdir and he agreed to help me, I had found my ally.
We headed east towards the forest, it was night when we passed the woodsmen camp and entered the Chetwood, we moved silently to the side of the main path, I could see that the forest was far from be deserted, Chetwood had become the house of many ferocious wolves and other foul creatures.
The Blackwolds were very well organized, they had guard posts and patrols along the main path, many of them we killed that nignt along our way and we could see that Talarka’s tactic worked even better in two, relying on two bows the enemies were always took in our crossed fire.

We entered a lot deeper into the wood, and there we found the ruins of an ancient fortress, here the Blackwolds had established a big camp from which they launched their attacks, the enemies were too many, but we decided to take a look anyway getting advantage of the darkness.
Alas there was no sign of Amdir, and nothing held us there, so we decided to go back to Combe and report what we had seen to Toradan.
An assault to the Blackwold’s base (and therefore the search for Amdir) would have required a larger group and this Toradan knew.
Therefore I decided to follow Talarka on his way for the Blue Mountains.



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