Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26453572-20160714141356/@comment-25356210-20160715222542

A quiet town in Rhûn silently marks the landscape with life in the endless miles of wilderness. All is silent, except in one rent house, a man clutches his head in pain, sits up in bed, and begins wondering what has stuck him. Immediately, he looks around for anything or anyone who might have been lurking. Nothing, but it couldn't simply be a headache, as the pain happened so suddenly. The man, Firamus, assumed it nothing, and lies down to sleep. The time seems to be beating slowly, marked by the beating of his heart, but finally the warrior is back to his slumber...

Next morning, the pain is only but a irritation, and Firamus is ready for another day, whatever might be planned for him. He mounts his horse he won in a contest, and rides from the town slowly, mile after mile heading the the direction of nothing more than Gondor.