Post by Morhin on Aug 29, 2008 12:14:45 GMT -5
The suplies were packed, the horses and men were ready. Rawhide looked out over the row after row of halberts that stood above the ground and smiled. It had been a long time sence the Easterings had gone to war abrod. Not sence those accursed days of Sauron when his people where waisted to no gain. Things would be diffrent now. Three Chapters and 500 horsemen where ready to march. The country of Angmar had become of intrest to Rawhide latly. He saw a weak country that could become a stong ally, if a little help was sent. So, his men were preparing to march. They would take the fastest way, streight over the Misty Montains near the top of Mirkwood. "Easterlings!" Cryed Rawhide. "Move out!"