Caelean, about to leave for a diplomatic mission in the north, took a little time to enjoy the fresh air of her Bree-land neighborhood. This was going to be a complicated mission, but she decided to put off thinking about it for now.
She always liked the waterfall that was a short distance from her house. In fact, she enjoyed waking up to the sounds of the falling waters splashing into the otherwise-calm waterhole.
The sun was going down, and it was getting late. She couldn’t put off the trip any longer. Neither could she put off thinking about her mission. “Why would the Lossoth mistrust us so badly? What did we do?”
Caelean started to focus on the task at hand, which became easier after mounting up onto her steed. The horse was adorned with the special-issue ceremonial armour signifying a diplomatic representative of the Stangard armies. She was proud to be selected for this assignment, albeit tempered by waves of apprehension because so much was at stake.
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted. The magnificent horse must have sensed his rider’s apprehension, because he started acting up for no apparent reason.
Caelean may not be used to wearing metallic armour just yet, but she was an expert at horsemanship. She brought the steed under control relatively quickly and made her way out of the neighborhood, then started heading on the long journey north.
So, she didn’t realize Forochel was THAT far north. Caelean certainly didn’t dress for the occasion…
Caelean was further unprepared to deal with the extent of the apparent pervasive suspicion of the Lossoth peoples. After discussing it with the guard, she found out why: They heard reports of dark magics being practiced from within Rhovonian, and they thought the Rohirrim were embracing them! After an extended dialogue with the guard, she managed to convince him that they too were fighting the leaders of the practicers of this ancient evil, and he finally let her through.
Wasting no time, she rushes up the stairs to the leader of the Lossoth. The door guard yelled “Let her through!”, or she would’ve no doubt been tackled before she hit the first step.
Caelean explains the whole misunderstanding to the Lossoth leader, then tries to persuade him to assist the armies of the Stangard in the fight against Sarumon. The leader seemed to be staring coldly at Caelean while she explained the whole story, but at the end, he did not hesitate to commit to the cause.
Before making the long journey home, the exhausted Caelean breathes a sigh of relief, and closes her eyes to meditate briefly. She could hear the soft whispering of the wind as it passed over the snow-covered lands, smell the cold crisp air with just a hint of shore life, feel the bitter cold of the metal armour against her skin, in contrast to the warm glow in her heart. It was a close call, but she managed to prevent a disaster with the Lossoth people. They showed trust in her, and thus in her people. And right now, Stangard could use all the friends they could get….
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: Shoulders of the Eastemnet
: Hauberk of the Westfold
: Gauntlets of the Eastemnet
: Boots of the Eastemnet
: Cloak of the Westfold