(Zink is having trouble logging in, says his password isn't legit, and he's too lazy to get a new password. 🙄 He'll post some of his actions with me, so I'll make it clear which is his and which is mine.)
Anglomir tells his men to start trailing the orcs until they set up camp to sleep during the day. "William, ready your arrows."
ZINK: "I will," Will says, taking out his bow.
Ok then! Palanfirith and co head out into the countryisde. Within a day you lose the Dunlendings. Are you going to head to Weathertop- risking the possibility of others there- or try and head through RHudaur- risking... well, risking going through Rhudaur!
William and Anglomir, you follow the Orcs all evening, and indeed, as the morning approcahes, they start to set-up camp...
Back at Baronar- during the night, a large armed camp appears to have been set up outside the Fortress! Aiwendil and Talin and co, you can see it easily...
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Very well. You make it to the Weathertop that night.
This long destroyed tower does, of course, represent the mid-point of the three kingdoms of Arnor, Wars were fought between the three over who owneed this tower and the land nearby. In the end, though, it was here that the last great battle of this Age was fought.
Back then, of course, Amon Sul was not a crumbling ruin but a defensive bastion, a powerful Watch Tower on a par with Orthanc at Isengard in Gondor, complete with its own Palantir. When insidious corruption, betrayal and final invasion destroyed Rhdaur, the Witch King's armies hammered at Cardolan for many years afterwards, until eventually the combined armies of the Northern Realm- the remnants of loyal Rhudaur, and the grand armies of Cardolan and Arthedain- met the Wtcih-King's army here for the final showdown.
As has now been well-recorded in these stories, this grand alliance did not go to plan. Arthedain got a nice early start to turning up to the battle- long enough to get into the Tower, take the palantir, and then bugger off back to Fornost, waving their comrades a happy "Cheerio" just before the bad guys arrived.
Cardolan never forgave Arthedain for this- nor would Rhuadaur, had the loyallists in any way survived. The good guys lost and Cardolan's fate was sealed. Their nobles fled to the Barrow Downs, and as you now regret, buried their dead. The Great Plague killed the survivors over the next century.
Had the Elves not intervened, Cardolan would have been occupied then. As it is, it was shattered forever. And now, your kinsmen Elves are no longer helping.
So the ruins of Amon Sul lay heavily over history. Seems you aren't the only ones interested in it lately- smeone has been digging holes around here.
William- you find an Orcish scout. Not quite in the manner you wanted though- you catch sight of him ten feet away from you, to the side, in a bush, about to fire an arrow at you.
I think at funeral burries.....hmm....we'll go to sleep I guess,and me and Vardalain will stay at watch.We should leave Argentis to sleep,these humans,need to sleep so often....
We should be prapared for anything & stay low and maybe hidden somewhere,to avoid any creature of the darkness with heat sensors...even our elven eyes cannot b that fast to see them.(thinking at the birds)