Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26065062-20161214123007/@comment-26295802-20170110002951

Elestan Larcalaite wrote: "You may call me Bregolas, by the way."

For the next few ways they made as straight as they could along the winding game-trails. The ground started to slope slightly from north to south. "We are coming near the Green Hills of the Kings of Moinnaucht. The current king, Ciarán, controls more land than any of the other, pettier lords of the Anndrénaigh, these "barbarians" as you so call them. He has not joined the invasion of your kingdom, although many of his people did. We hold an uneasy peace with him, though it will with all likelyhood stand for many years to come. The smaller communities, however, are quite worrying, as most are little more than raiders and cutthroats and hold little regard anything other than loot and war.

We will not pass through hills, however, and are going to veer to the south now, crossing the Silverflood at a rocky ford about two and a half leagues away." "Silverflood? That sounds cold..."