Edwin the Traveler was a Man of Bree (or Archet, rather), who traveled Middle-earth his entire life, wanting to see it all. He learned many things about how the world works, as he documented in his journal. This is what I will be sharing with you, starting today. Future installments will feature Edwin telling us about Tolkien lore, mod features, and overall, his adventures in Middle-earth. (Input would be great, I want this series to be as good as possible.)
Part I: About Me (Edwin)
#title:My Journal: Part I (About Me) #author:Edwin the Traveler #types:eriador # Greetings, fellow traveler! If you are reading this, you have stumbled upon my new journal! Please, allow me to introduce myself. I am Edwin Brackenbrook, son of Cedric Brackenbrook. I am a young man from Archet, age twenty-two, and the youngest of five siblings. My father is a lumberjack, who travels all across Eriador for his trade. My mum, Lora Brackenbrook, was a singer, whose songs inspired others with tales beyond imagination. As for myself, never before have I seen beyond Bree-land, but my father and mum both told stories of incredible creatures, cities as tall as mountains, so many wondrous things. Ever since I was a lad, I have longed for adventure, to do things, see things, that I could only dream of. Living trees? Stone giants? A realm of fire and ash? Most would scoff at the thought, but I believe they exist, and I intend to see them for myself!
Part II: The Forsaken Inn
#title:My Journal: Part II (The Forsaken Inn) #author:Edwin the Traveler #types:eriador # As the morning sun rose, I said my farewells to my family and friends, hopped onto my trusty horse, Evelyn, and left home to begin my new life. This first day was fairly uneventful, though no less enjoyable. Much singing was to be heard, to the annoyance of Evelyn, to be sure. We stopped to rest at a small establishment called the Forsaken Inn, where I rented a room for the night. Despite the name, the place is surprisingly lively, though not entirely in the best ways. As I lay in bed writing these words, I hear the unmistakable sounds of drunkenness downstairs. It is to be expected, I suppose. This is an inn, after all. But to this day, I cannot witness such scenes without thinking of Mum. We all hated it when Father came home drunk, but her most of all. She never wanted me to see, but those nights often ended with her in tears. Eventually she realized I knew, and, holding my hands in hers, tears running down her face, she begged for me to never, never in my life, go near a tavern. Well mum, I promised, now didn't I? There may be drunkenness and tomfoolery galore downstairs, but we both know firsthand what it can do to a man, even a good man. Don't you worry, mum. That is a promise I intend to keep.
Part III: The Ancient Tower
#title:My Journal: Part III (The Ancient Tower) #author:Edwin the Traveler #types:eriador # After a nice meal at the inn, I hopped onto Evelyn, and traveled upon the Great East Road for the remainder of the day. But as the sun began to set, I realized that orcs would soon crawl out of the shadows, and it was foolish to believe that I could take them on my own. I needed shelter, and as luck would have it, I found it, off on the horizon, in the form of an ancient tower. The tower was several stories in height, with moss and vines strewn about. It was in a state of disrepair, with no gate, and no stairs to access the upper floors. By the time I reached the tower, the moon had risen, and orcs began to roam the wilderness. I quickly barricaded the openings to keep the orcs away, but was unable to see the sky, to know when it was safe to leave. Using my natural ingenuity, I managed to make it to the tower's rooftop. But I was not expecting what awaited me there. A small stone chest lay before me, rather intricate in design. I opened it, of course, and looked to see what lay inside. Ignoring the bones (orc, I hope), there was gold and silver scattered about, which I gladly took for myself. Next was a bronze dagger, not in the greatest shape, but good enough to be worth keeping as a spare weapon. But these were nothing compared to the last artifact in the chest. A helmet, the likes of which I have never seen before! It appears to be rather old, perhaps belonging to the steward of this tower. But make no mistake, for despite the age, this helmet is a beauty to behold! I almost feel guilty taking it, but seeing as no one seems to have lived in this tower for a very long time, I shall take it with me. So here I lay, writing my journal on the roof of an ancient tower, waiting for the sun to rise. I will return to the Great East Road in the morning, once the orcs begin to return to their holes. I cannot imagine this to be the only tower around here, so it is likely that I will spend many nights in towers like these. Who knows? Perhaps I will find treasure even more incredible than what I found here tonight!
Part IV: The Bandit
#title:My Journal: Part IV (The Bandit) #author:Edwin the Traveler #types:eriador # I am beginning to question my reasoning in going on this adventure. It is my dream, to be sure, but I'm not certain whether I can really handle it. I have no experience, no sense of direction. And this can be seen in what I did today. I had set up camp next to the Great East Road, in a forested valley. As I reached for my food pouch for supper, I realized that my bag felt lighter than before. I looked through my pouches, only to realize that the one holding my newfound treasure was missing! I frantically looked all over for it, but could not find it, so I decided to climb a nearby tree to get a better view. This ended up helpful, as off in the horizon, I saw a rough-looking man running away. Surely he's the thief! I gathered my things, hopped onto Evelyn, and gave chase. The bandit soon realized he was noticed, and veered into the woods, attempting to lose me. It did slow me down, but I foolishly continued my pursuit. This continued for a few hours, until we reached a ravine, stopping us both. I warned him that if he did not return my things, I would have no choice but to take it by force. The thief responded by drawing his dagger, and prepared to strike. I was quicker, however, and struck him with my blade, knocking him back. We exchanged several blows, pushing the thief closer and closer to the edge of the ravine. I tried to warn the man, but it was too late. Preparing for a fatal attack, he stepped back, only to lose his balance, and fall into the ravine, sealing his fate. I did not wish for this. I merely wanted my treasure back, but now it is lost forever, and the life of a man was taken to get it there. Looking back on the situation, I wonder if he needed it more than I did. Perhaps the man had a family who had not the money for food. A dying wife, starving sons and daughters. Perhaps. In all honestly, so long as I can afford what I need, things like gold and silver are trivial for a traveler like myself. Besides, I have more important things to worry about. For instance, I was so focused on regaining my lost things that I didn't realize how far off the road I had strayed. Now Evelyn and I are lost in unknown territory, about to face the horrors of night in the wild. I see a forest nearby. The best I can do is head there, and hope it is as safe as the forest before....
Part V: The Trollshaws
#title:My Journal: Part V (The Trollshaws) #author:Edwin the Traveler #types:eriador, rivendell # As Evelyn and I entered the forest, I quickly realized that this was a foolish idea, camping here for the night. For this was no mere forest. Among the greenery of the trees and bushes, I spotted a bizzare formation of stone, which, upon further investigation, proved to be the sedimentary remains of a troll, turned to stone. As the moon rose, the monsters of the night crept from the shadows. Orcs blocked my escape from the forest, pushing me forward if I wanted to remain unseen. Trolls left their caves, preparing their meal for the night. Overall, I was surrounded by evil creatures, and keeping myself and Evelyn safe would prove nearly impossible. As I attempted to find an escape from this place, one of the trolls, a two-headed monstrosity, caught scent of my dear Evelyn, and began looking for us. I cannot not run, for there is no place to go. Nor can I fight, for I do not have the strength, nor knowledge to do so. It appears that I will soon be devoured like an animal, and there is nothing I can do about it....
(Accidentally erased my chapter, gonna redo it, but too tired to remember all of it atm. I'll fix it tomorrow) Part VI: The Ranger
#title:My Journal: Part VI (The Ranger) #author:Edwin the Traveler #types:eriador, rivendell # It appears luck may be with me after all! As I was preparing to face my demise, a mysterious figure of green and brown sprung from the shadows, striking down orc after orc with ease. The wails of the creatures gained the attention of the troll, who began to pursue the mysterious orc-slayer. Like an agile cat he leaped into the trees, firing arrow after arrow into the monster's coarse hide. This enraged the creature, causing him to madly charge towards his assailant. The figure was prepared, however, and jumped onto the troll's back, stabbing him repeatedly. The troll roared and cursed, but it was no use. With great strength and valor, the figure beheaded the two-headed troll, and brought the vile monster down. I quickly approached the man, and thanked him for saving my life. I introduced myself, explaining my situation. He chuckled, telling me that there was no way I would make it where I wanted to go in my current shape. (It was then when I realized I never even decided my destination. I was so enamored by the thought of adventure that I neglected to decide on one.) He introduced himself as Taurion, a Ranger of the North, and offered to escort me to a safe location, where I could rest, and decide my route from there. Having no place to go, I agreed. The two of us gathered our things, and, as the sun rose, we began our journey to.... somewhere.
Part VII: The Journey to Somewhere
#title:My Journal: Part VII (The Journey to Somewhere) #author:Edwin the Traveler #types:rivendell #If this journal is implemented, I would request my "A Father's Lament" text is also implemented, for the two are connected via Taurion here. If it can't, that's okay, I guess. Taurion is quite the fellow, I must say. Heroic and brave, but slightly odd in a number of ways. For one, he has continued to neglect telling me where we are heading. If I didn't know better, I would say he was leading me to some sort of trap. But I don't believe that could be the case. He's been far too caring. He's looked out for me ever since I met him. He's taught me so much in the week we've known each other, from history, to defense against orcs, to proper combat techniques. I swear, the way he's treating me is almost.... fatherly, in a way. Taurion seems to know much about the land we've traveled. Every night, he's led us to some structure of his people, whether it be a camp, a watchtower, or anything else. And while I would normally be surprised, with Taurion, I am not. He carries an air of wisdom with him, as if of a great elder, yet looks to be middle-aged at most. However, his age is only one question I have of him. Many nights he lie awake, staring at the stars, singing of a land called the "Iron Home." Perhaps that is where he is from? I would not know. As I have said, Taurion is a curious fellow. But even with the air of mystery surrounding him, I've realized that, for some odd reason, I fully trust him. Wherever he's been leading me, I am certain that it will help me on my journey.
I'm having a bit of a writer's block at the moment, but I'll work on it over time. Part VIII: The Hidden Valley
#title:My Journal: Part VIII (The Hidden Valley) #author:Edwin the Traveler #types:rivendell # Oh mother, if only you were here to see this. For while you surely saw much beauty in your lifetime, none can compare to the heavenly sight of the Hidden Valley, commonly known as Rivendell. After several days of travel, Taurion and I reached a passageway, *comments on beauty of Rivendell *Taurion and Edwin greeted by Lindir, given rooms in the Last Homely House. *Taurion offers Edwin a role in his fellowship, soon to set out for ____
Part IX: The Wanderers
obviously in progress *Gormi the Blue Mountain Dwarf? *Merawyn, Sheildmaiden of Rohan *Dolran, Crossbowman of Dorwinion And they leave for their quest