Banhorn dreamed.
Banhorn begins The Harrowing
Was this Orthanc? He glanced out a window; the waters of a great lake stretched to the horizon with no sign of the Fangorn or great Ring of Isengard. The architecture and furnishings–even his ill-fitting, course robe–were alien, as if this were not Middle Earth at all. No, this land was Ferelden. Was Middle Earth the dream from which he’d just awoke?
A giant of a man towered over him, spoke in confidence to him as if a close friend. The name ‘Jowan’ came to mind, and a sense of years of camaraderie started to replace the strangeness and wrongness that clung to this … fellow apprentice?
This place could be a barracks or a prison. Sleeping racks and chests cluttered the arc of the room where men and women–no other elves–went about their business. They were all giants! Or perhaps the memory of elves as taller and fairer was also a wisp of dreams past?
Conversations halted as an armored figure strode into the room, scanned it, and marched towards Banhorn. No heraldry of Gondor or the lost dynasties of Man adorned the elaborate metalwork. He spoke.
“Come, the First Enchanter summons you. It is time for your Harrowing.”
Yes, I have succumbed to Dragon Age: Origins as well as the holidays and prolonged craziness at work. LOTRO’s also on hold until the release of Siege of Mirkwood, not that I’m anywhere near actually adventuring there or even participating in skirmishes. I await the changes to combat and especially the Lone Lands update fo Banhorn of Lindon’s reboot.
Until then, Banhorn of Ferelden has darkspawn to slay, an archdemon to vanquish, and a little romancing to do along the way!