[EVENT] Walk To Mordor Challenge
It is done. The ring has been destroyed!
Tonight’s victory does not go unnoticed as the city of Minas Tirith was erupting with cheer as we stopped to celebrate. It is shocking to see that a city just the day previous was under siege by an army of Orcs 600 column deep, is ablaze in a cacophony of celebration. The Orc pyres are burning brighter as people run the streets with mead and ciders in hand singing of victory.
It was a welcome sight and for a moment the weight of my blade on my back was unnoticed. We stopped at a few local inns by guests wanting to share in their jubilee. Our troop sat with guests as they wove wonderfully elaborate tales bigger than any tapestry in town. I gladly imbibed as I sat next to a dwarf I have come to enjoy, his mastery of word play as he spun his story was so clever as to scholars should take a few notes.
We eventually made our way to the citadel atop the hill, where we were honored by the newly crowned king himself. Highest honor was bestowed upon our shoulders in the form of a mithril pin that lays nicely on my lapel. First men of Gondor it states. I was so proud in what we have done. I felt as large as the exaggerated tales being told earlier in the day. As we should, even though the tales were big, there was much truth in the feats we pulled. Modor was more taxing than any of us could have imagined. The altitude alone made the air so thin that the deepest of breaths made for little air. The heat of the volcano was as oppressive as a hundred summers days in one afternoon. The armies of men we fought were as proficient in pummeling us as if they were born to fight. Each swing of their mallets and chains leaving death or scars where they fell. The hardest of all was watching our hobbit companion fall to the power of the ring before casting it into the magma below. I watched as the young man full of hope become twisted as power unknown to us enveloped him, it was as if the hopeful glow in him went dark for an instant. But alas the good prevailed as the ring fell and was consumed by the molten rock.
I will not forget our friends sacrifice of self to wear that burden. I wish he could be with us here to be honored. The king himself appeared to notice his absence. The ceremony as short and the honored guests including myself were asked to dine and rest with the new royal court. We happily obliged as I was starving and hadn’t had a good meal in three days. I needed something other than long grain, grasses and the sulfur rich waters we traversed.
At the end of this entry I sit thinking of the deeds of my fellow companions and look forward to the remaining journey home tomorrow. I, like my comrades, will be happy to sleep in their own beds soon. Rest easy men, you deserve it.
Tonight’s victory does not go unnoticed as the city of Minas Tirith was erupting with cheer as we stopped to celebrate. It is shocking to see that a city just the day previous was under siege by an army of Orcs 600 column deep, is ablaze in a cacophony of celebration. The Orc pyres are burning brighter as people run the streets with mead and ciders in hand singing of victory.
It was a welcome sight and for a moment the weight of my blade on my back was unnoticed. We stopped at a few local inns by guests wanting to share in their jubilee. Our troop sat with guests as they wove wonderfully elaborate tales bigger than any tapestry in town. I gladly imbibed as I sat next to a dwarf I have come to enjoy, his mastery of word play as he spun his story was so clever as to scholars should take a few notes.
We eventually made our way to the citadel atop the hill, where we were honored by the newly crowned king himself. Highest honor was bestowed upon our shoulders in the form of a mithril pin that lays nicely on my lapel. First men of Gondor it states. I was so proud in what we have done. I felt as large as the exaggerated tales being told earlier in the day. As we should, even though the tales were big, there was much truth in the feats we pulled. Modor was more taxing than any of us could have imagined. The altitude alone made the air so thin that the deepest of breaths made for little air. The heat of the volcano was as oppressive as a hundred summers days in one afternoon. The armies of men we fought were as proficient in pummeling us as if they were born to fight. Each swing of their mallets and chains leaving death or scars where they fell. The hardest of all was watching our hobbit companion fall to the power of the ring before casting it into the magma below. I watched as the young man full of hope become twisted as power unknown to us enveloped him, it was as if the hopeful glow in him went dark for an instant. But alas the good prevailed as the ring fell and was consumed by the molten rock.
I will not forget our friends sacrifice of self to wear that burden. I wish he could be with us here to be honored. The king himself appeared to notice his absence. The ceremony as short and the honored guests including myself were asked to dine and rest with the new royal court. We happily obliged as I was starving and hadn’t had a good meal in three days. I needed something other than long grain, grasses and the sulfur rich waters we traversed.
At the end of this entry I sit thinking of the deeds of my fellow companions and look forward to the remaining journey home tomorrow. I, like my comrades, will be happy to sleep in their own beds soon. Rest easy men, you deserve it.
