TheForsakenLonelandersBook

The Tales of
The Forsaken Lonelanders

By
Kuzo Newfoundlander

Breeland Press
3rd Age Printing Company

The Tales written in this book are for
the most part true, and are the
recollections of those who were there! It
is possible of course that some may
have been embellished by those who
transcribed the events to the author.
The author does not take
responsibility for any slight
fabrications by his sources and has
written as honest account of this
history as is possible.”
signed by Kuzo Newfoundlander

THE

The Founders

1. Kuzo - Kinship Charter-Founder
2. Bodlordan - Kinship Co-Founder
3. Tanglin - Kinship Co-Founder

4. Unbeard - Kinship Founder
5. Harruq - Kinship Founder
6. Lekdottir - Kinship Founder
7. Emoxea - Kinship Founder
8. Dibur - Kinship Founder
9. Pancakemafia - Kinship Founder
10. Roderusc - Kinship Founder
11. Sarph - Kinship Founder
12. Dwolnir - Kinship Founder
13. Pripin - Kinship Founder
14. Loqutas - Kinship Founder
15. Gilithirros - Kinship Founder
16. Lyseris - Kinship Founder
17. Xandaar - Kinship Founder
18. Wulfgharm - Kinship Founder
19. Herdrina - Kinship Founder
20. Klordavin - Kinship Founder
21. Micwood - Kinship Founder

The battles lost in the lands east of Bree have been
many but the real war has only just begun! The
Forsaken Lonelanders was born of battles lost and
walk out of history through the fog of myth and
legend, as warriors of blood and flame.



After this point, the surviving
Dúnedain of Arthedain scattered
and began to call themselves the
Rangers of the North, having no
kingdom anymore but gathering
under chieftains. It was this line
that eventually led to Aragorn,
also known as the ranger Strider.





He had fought in the war for Fornost and had seen
many horrors. Even then after the war as it had
before, Ost Guruth remained a thriving community
and Kuzo would visit there often to trade goods and
pick up supplies for his new homestead.

Ode to the fallen warrior

Come not to me on a bed
Of pale-faced sickness and of pining;
Oh, clasp me close on the battle-field red,
Midst warrior's shouts, and armour shining!

Let me not have priest nor bell,
Sable pomp, nor voice of wailing;
The roar of the attack shall be my knell,
And tears with thee are unavailing.
Then clasp me close in the hottest strife,
Where the cut, and the stab, and the shot are rife!

May I fall on some great day,
With Freedom's banner streaming o'er me!

Live but to shout for the victory,
And see the rout roll on before me,
And tyrants, from their greatness torn,
Beneath the scourge of justice smarting,
And gaze on Freedom's glorious morn,
My soul to cheer before departing!
Oh, then my life might melt away;

In visions bright of liberty!

Samuel Bamford
Bard of Ost Guruth

Over time the Lonelands began to attract
other settlers and though a bit of a recluse,
Kuzo came to care for his new neighbors. Men
from Bree, and Hobbits from the Shire, and
even some dwarves and other elves had come
to call the lands around Weathertop home.
These were happy and peaceful times for all.
Bodlordan had settled in Ost Guruth and had
become a very good friend and some said
even a student of Radagast!

Whispers about town were that Bod and Hana the dreamer
were an item, but who listens to loose talk like that...

Tanglin another shifty friend of Radagast is
said to be a skin-changer who lived in a small

cabin near the Last Bridge. They say he
changes his skin; sometimes he is a huge
black bear, sometimes he is a great strong
burly man with huge arms and a great beard.

"I cannot tell you much more, though that
ought to be enough. Some say that he is a
bear descended from the great and ancient
bears of the mountains that lived there before
the giants came. Others say that he is a man
descended from the first men who lived
before Smaug or the other dragons came into
this part of the world, and before the goblins
came into the hills out of the North. I cannot
say, though I fancy the last is the true tale."

Each year at the Spring Festival in Bree the
families, farmers, and hunters of The
Lonelands would gather at the Newly opened
Great East-Road Inn, and await the arrival of
Radagast the Brown. Together all traveled to
the grand festival grounds of Bree!

Radagast the Brown

The Inn was prosperous these days and many
a traveller stopped for an ale, or room for the
night. One such was Pripin, who a few years
before the events about to unfold, had
wandered into the inn on an old nag of a
Goat. He claimed it was a gift from the Dwarf
King himself for deeds and bravery shown in
the Goblin Wars of the Misty Mountains.
Folks at the Inn became accustomed to Prip,
his drinking, his debauchery, and his very
very tall tales. Prip never left but took up
residence at the Inn.

It was at a Festival in Bree that Kuzo was
taken aside by the Ranger known to the
Eglain as Strider. Strider warned Kuzo of
rumors he had heard. He spoke of the wizard
Gandalf, and of horrors from the past, but
Kuz had heard the stories before.

He told Strider, that with respect he had
other concerns, for his children were growing
and his wife was once again with child. He
loved her and his little ones more than life
itself.

The Drinking Song
Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree I will lie,
And let the clouds go sailing by.

From chapter 4: A Short Cut to Mushrooms
This is sung by the hobbits as the rest on their way to Buckland.

The High Elf had been sent by Elrond to the
Trollshaws to confirm rumors of Orcs and
Goblins moving towards The Lonelands.
Sarph had stopped for a night at Thorenhad,
a settlement located within the area of
Bruinen Gorges. He was a little uneasy in the
company of the Elves there and so shared a
fire with the few Dwarves who called the
place home. Birrungur Blacksteel shared
what he knew with Sarph.

He said he had been out testing his metal on
Stone Trolls when he had come across a large
camp of Orcs and Half-Orcs. He had skirted
the camp and picked up enough information
to know that they were headed to the Hills
around Weather-Top, in the Lonelands.
Sarph, stood up immediately, and threw the
ale from his glass onto the ground and
quickly walked to his mount, and rode off
into the darkness!

A chill wind blew down the Great East Road that fall
day, and though his wife was about to give birth,
Kuzo saw the need to fill the larders before the birth
and the coming winter. He kissed his wife goodbye
and told her he would be back within a week. His
children waved and the smallest one, Nanine cried
and ran down the road in the wake of her father. Kuzo
tried to block the child's anguish from his mind and
kicked his horse into a gallop. He left his family and
rode towards the Last Bridge which bordered the
Lonelands and the Trollshaws. The hunting had
always been good around Dol Vaeg, the valley below
was populated with Boar, and Deer.

Kuzo stopped in Ost Guruth to get some supplies for
his camp. He had had dinner with Frideric the
Younger at his house in the craft quarter, and
Frideric had told Kuzo he was concerned.He had
decided to set up camp atop Dol Vaeg. Dol Vaeg was
ancient elfish for “Piercing Head” and had once been
the site of a temple. The view from this ancient hilltop
would provide him with a broad view of the
surrounding area.

Frideric told Kuzo that Trumwith the Hunter,
a longtime resident of Ost Guruth had told of
seeing Orcs and Goblins gathering in the
Trollshaws. Radagast had left the town two
weeks earlier for the Trollshaws to
investigate but had not returned. Frideric
was very concerned and felt Kuzo should also
be worried and in the very least show caution
and keep his nose to the wind.

The howls and screams vibrated the night air
creating a visceral horror that sank through
the flesh, soaked the bones and hardened the
heart! Sarph did not shrink back but moved
towards what sounded like a huge battle just
ahead! He had spear and javelin ready and
had made his battle preparations as any
Warden worth his salt was like to do. Then all
went silent, and he heard a bird sing a
beautiful song! He climbed upon a huge rock
to better view the scrimmage below, but what
he saw amazed and shocked him. An old man
stood at the center of a scene that was
incredibly unbelievable!

Yavanna-s Child

She cried her tears in golden dew
She was the mother of all I knew
Her branches spread
Her roots ran deep
All nature to love and safe keep
I swore to protect
the big and the small
to live life simple in child like glee
yet terrible my vengence if offendth she be



Hanging from the branches of trees and
crushed under boulders too heavy for giants
to lift were the corpses of Goblins, Orcs, and
Half-Orcs. All the ground and plants around
the old codger were soaked in blood, but he
stood whistling a tune along with the three
small wrens that sat on his arm, as pleasant
as if he were in a glade of Lothlorien!
Radagast turned, as Sarph made himself
known, and smiled, "Well met, High Elf, what
brings you this way?"

The hunting had been good for the first two
days and Kuzo thought he would make an
easy and early trip of it. On the third night, as
he was cooking a large rabbit on a spit over
the fire, he heard a horrific howl come from
Nan Dhelu. That place had long been
rumoured to be haunted, and most shyed
away from it. Some said that the old fortress
had been invaded by evil and no man would
dare go into it's crumbleing ruins.

The debris of the ramparts of Nan Dhelu had
been abandoned centuries before! Kuzo
doused the fire quickly and as a shadow
moved down the hill and into the old hold.
Using all the stealth in his power he slipped
through the ruins and towards the screams
that did not cease!

“

Horrors haunt the dreams of Human children
Dark lands obscure hopes of joy
Sour is the spit of Elfish dogs who live by the fires
edge
None may live but all are invited to die
Horrors haunt the dreams of
Dwarven children
The fog of hate permeates the
souls of men
All shall die in anguish and pain
Horrors haunt the nightmares of Halfling
children!

”from a book of orcish lullibies....

In Bree the rumors had spread quickly, as they
always do. The Prancing Pony was always the place
to go if you wanted to know what was happening in
the wider world. Cecil Oaksey trimmed and cut the
hair of every wayward and traveler of purpose that
passed through, and usually, it was through him
that news passed to patrons.

Xandaar woke from a night of revelry and made his
way to the main bar. Groggy though he was his
trained hearing caught the word on the wind. A
small group gathered at a table close to the bar was
talking about an Orc incursion into the Lonelands.
They were getting louder and some had drawn
weapons and were shouting about going to the aid
of the Lonelanders!

Pancake stood, and flourished his banner of war! " I
will lead us into the fray! My banner will stand
victorious!" A soft voice rose and was absorbed by
the group, but yet somehow heard by all.

Wulfgharm seemed to appear from nowhere, as he
spoke, " So far we only have rumors. No one has
seen an Orc in the Lonelands in hundreds of years.
Yet, I have friends there and even rumors give me
cause, I am with you!"

A low rumble turned into a harsh loud roar and
everyone fell back from the table! " "I am with
you!", growled Lekdottir in an inhuman voice that
caused fear in all that heard it. A huge hammer hit
the floor of the Inn and the feet of all felt the
reverberations as if an earthquake had occurred!

Unbeard swung his hammer back over his right
shoulder and his long beard over his left! "You go
nowhere without this Dwarf! If there is to be a
fight, you will need me, and my hammer. I wager I
can kill ten Orcs to each you slay!! Now, give me a
tankard of beer, thoughts of battle make me
thirsty!"

" Then it is settled! I will guide us unseen through
The Midgewater, and uncover any Orc scouts or

vanguard troops that may be about!", Thoranhad
offered from the shadows. Noone had noticed the

Warden until that moment.

The stones were slick from a fresh rain and
drenched through to the skin, Kuzo felt a dreaded

chill as fear entered his heart for the first time in
his life! The cold caused an ache in his bones and

the discomfort ran deep into his being. The sight
that Kuzo saw had not been witnessed by any

civilized living being for centuries past!

Kuz notched an arrow into this bow and with the
skill and agility he had mastered over the ages he
let the arrow fly. Northrim the Old died instantly,
as his heart burst the instant
the arrow found its mark. Kuz
had killed his old friend but it
was a killing of mercy because
the monsters that had
tormented his body had left
nothing that could be saved.

Kuz let fly a second arrow at
the horrors he recognized these
creatures to be, some bloated,
some barely sheathed in flesh, and others bereft of
flesh! These things were undead!

Kuz did not return to his camp but through the
night slowly made his way back to Ost Guruth.

Ost Guruth had changed in the past few days since Kuzo
had left on his hunt. Radagast had returned and locked
himself in his tower, and spoken to none but Frideric. It
was from Frideric that Kuz got the news of Orc and
Goblin attacks throughout the Lonelands.

They had filed across the Mitheithel, known as the
Hoarwell in the tongue of Man under cover of darkness in
throngs, and had gathered in the hills surrounding the
vales of the Lonelands. From these secreted places they
had attacked in mass, and the slaughter and destruction
had not ended there!

Sarph, a Ranger of Elrond, had confirmed, they had set
up camps and continued to ravage the countryside!

Lyseris, and Sarph left the town early in the

morning to scout the hills around Ost Guruth, as
the town prepared for an expected battle.

Asneros was a Champion High Elf of great renown
and had long been a great friend of Kuzo's. They
had both moved to the Lonelands after the War of
Fornost and had been baptized brothers in blood in
that horrific war!
Asneros did not settle down like Kuzo, as his spirit
was not to be still for long. His heart yearned for
battle and his battle cries echoed through the
marshes and fens of the Lonelands, as he hunted
Trolls of all sorts, demons from his past, ghosts of
battles lost and old wars fought.

He had been in Ost Haer, within Harloeg resting
after a day of slaughtering Trolls in the
surrounding swamps when he got the news of Orc
movements in the Lonelands.

Kuz rode hard through the torrential rains and

harsh winds that lashed at his flesh. He had only
one thought, one destination, one disparate worry,

his family and his home, and nothing would stand
in his way! He hardly noticed that another had

ridden out of the darkness and was galloping
alongside him. Through the blurred vision

generated by the rain and anger he felt in his soul,
he recognized his friend, Asneros. They decided to

cut off the road and take a short cut to his farm
across the homestead of his neighbor, a hobbit..

The Lone-lands had been devastated by the onslaught
that took place. It was not prepared in any way and the
attack had been sudden and brutal.

The first wave was a distraction, that targeted the
outlying farms and Inn along the Great East Road. This
had drawn the militia out of Ost Guruth and left the only
viable community in the Lonelands vulnerable. Neither
Sarph, nor Lyseris had returned, and fear hung on the air
like cobwebs in a cellar.

Orcs and Goblins assaulted the old fort in one huge
front, which was followed by attacks by Dourhand
dwarves and half-orcs. The blood of inhabitants ran
like water through the streets.

Radagast the Brown fought with all his
power and had the forces of nature not been
on his side all may have been lost. Tanglin is
said to have turned into a bear and cut
through the enemy like a sharp wind, cutting
down hundreds and creating a mountain of
corpses. The blood ran down the hills from
Ost Guruth and corrupted the blue waters
below and the valley bottom became a small
lake of red slime and blood!

On the third day, the survivors awaited
daybreak with a dread of the renewed attack
about to come. Even Tanglin had resigned
himself to the fact that death was now
inevitable. As far as the eye could see
surrounding the old fort was throngs of the
enemy! A whole battalion of Half-Orcs, and a
small army of Dourhands controlled the
battle and the savage orcs and goblins in
their ranks.

As the sun rose that day, the last of the
Lonelanders gathered around Tanglin,
Rasagast, and Eric the Younger.

Tanglin stood atop a damaged wall and spoke
to the last of the lost few remaining
souls. “Today is our last day on this earth.
Today is our final farewell. Today we say
goodbye to those who have died so bravely
here and who have now blazed a trail into the
unknown, that we will soon follow.
But,...but...TODAY WE STAND! TODAY WE
STAND AS ONE! TODAY WE WILL TAKE SO
MANY OF THIS RABBLE WITH US INTO
DEATH THAT OUR NAMES WILL BE AS
ETERNAL AS THIS LAND!!! NOW TO BATTLE
AND GLORIOUS DEATH!!”

It was a losing
battle but it raged
on, and on. So
many defenders of
Ost Guruth died
that the bodies had
to be stacked like
wood. Yet, they
fought on, and
through sheer
determination and
unmatched
stamina, they held
the enemy back.

Then Micwood screamed from the
battlements!! “Something is happening
towards the west” As the warriors gathered
on the wall they saw the enemy in disarray it
looked as if a small group of warriors was
attacking the rear and trying to break
through to get to the fort! Klordavin slapped
Micwood on the back and smiled at his dear
friend! Both were covered in blood and gore,
but as always their spirits were high! It
became clearer what the ruckus was as they
got a closer look at who it was and what was
happening!

Kuzo, Boddoburg and a group of Elves,
Dwarves and Hobbits were blasting a swart
through the enemy and moving rapidly
towards the fort! The screams of dying half-
orcs and Dourhands could be heard above the
anguished howls of orcs and goblins. It
appeared that Boddoburg had a small train of
horses with him laden with much-needed
supplies. The survivors opened the gates and
a vanguard ran out and with all the drive of
those about to die, fought with such vigor
that a clear path to the gate was opened up
and all made it back inside safely. The
attackers fell back from the walls and seemed
to be accessing the situation from the shock
of what had just happened.

Tanglin stood and took Kuzo into his arms
and gave him a huge Bear hug! “I am happy
to see you, my friend!” Kuzo looked up at his
huge friend, and it was then that Tanglin saw
the solemn look in his bloodshot red eyes.
Thoranhad, Pancake, Lekdottir, and Unbeard
looked about the fort in disbelief. Lyseris had
a terrible wound to his shoulder and was
helped to the triage, by Sarph. Folks were
relieved they were alive!

Kuz stepped away and walked to the horses
he had led into the fort without a word. He
undid the bundles and with reverence., he
took the body of his baby girl, his wife, and
son off the backs of the horses. It was not
supplies he had. He placed the corpses on the
ground. Wulfgharm and Xalathor and Prip
stood in dead silence, heads cast downward.
Then Boddoburg, began to cry as his family
was laid out next to Kuz's.

Boddoburg screamed in anguish for all to
hear! “We must place these souls into the
earth from which we had for so long made
our living. Then we will fight, those creatures
who have inflicted this suffering upon us,
shall pay with their blood and our revenge
shall not stop there! WE WILL KILL THEM
ALL!!”

Kuzo screamed!! WE KILL'EM ALL!!!

All gathered took up the chant! WE
KILL'EM ALL!!!!!!!

The defenders fought with every effort but
they were becoming tired, and the battle had
gone out of most! Tanglin stood on the south
wall and below him on that spot was a
mountain of dead orcs and half-orcs. It was
the numbers that were beating the
Lonelanders, not the skill of the attackers, for
they fell like flies. The women and children of
the town were hidden away in the Brown
Tower of Rastagast and a good thing too
because the walls closest to it crumbled
under the weight of the onslaught.

The enemy poured into the main square and
the defenders saw that all was lost! This
would be their last stand. Kuzo, Tang, and
Bod looked to each other with the knowledge
that this was the last time they would see
each other in this world. Kuz directed Bod, to
set the charges that had been planted below
the tower. Better they all die than be
captured and tortured by the savage beasts
that surrounded them.

For the second time now in a day, Bod
allowed his feelings to show. He wore his
heart on his sleeve as always. It was one of
the things that endeared him to the High Elf,
Kuzo. They had been friends since they had
met, but it was all to be history now or
written up in song. Bod took a torch and lit it
from one of the many fires that blazed about
them, as the final moments of the battle
closed in on them all. He approached the line
of powder that had been poured out and led
to a hole in the tower wall. A trail that led to
about a ton of black powder below the
building and in tunnels below them all. The
enemy was in for one last surprise from the
Lonelanders, one last offensive maneuver!

Bod, was about to drop the torch onto the
powder trail when he heard Tang scream

out loudly!! "Stop, don`t do it!! The
Jorthkyn are coming, the Jorthkyn are

coming!!!

In that moment Frideric the Younger remembered
the words the Jorthkyn leader had last spoken to
him when he had gone to their camp with an
offering of peace. Frideric told the Jorthkyn they
were welcome in the Lonelands, and would always
have a home here. The Chief said the same thing
each time Frideric had visited with meat.
'Kekkonen accepts the gift, little one, yet we cannot
give anything in return. We cannot give help to
others until we have no more troubles. We are
chased from our home and must find a place that is
safe.'

There were not only those Jorthkyn from the
nearby camp, but hundreds of them! Where had
they come from? How was this possible!

The Orcs were scattered and swept aside like
insects, and goblins ran about in disarray, dying by
the hundreds! The half-orcs realized the tides had
turned and began a strategic retreat to the ruins in
the surrounding hills. The goblins ran in every
direction to escape the wrath of the giants that
attacked them from every direction! The defenders
once again mounted the walls and began to take
out the stragglers.

The battle was won, but at a cost that was yet to be
accessed, a cost of blood, of life, of family.

That night the Jorthkyn stayed inside Ost Guruth
with the families and friends they had saved. There
was no celebration, just somber silence, and
reverence. The clean up alone would take weeks.

Kuz spoke to those gathered. All had dipped their
arms in blood, and many had lost those they loved
and held dear."No one came to our aid but these
giants we once feared. No one came to our side in
our most desperate time of need. Noone supported

us with weapons or armor. We have been
forsaken! Well, we will not see that happen to

anyone else! We will stand by all those in need, and
we will help anyone who asks for our help. We will

do so with pride and with honor! The Forsaken
Lonelanders will stand together and fight for

the freedom of all free peoples! We are
The Forsaken
Lonelanders!

"Ok, I have a huge thirst for something other than
blood! Where can a guy get a beer around here?"
Shouted Prip

Thus began the tales of The Forsaken
Lonelanders. The Kinship that was forged in
blood and steel, and united by friendship and
loyalty with a common cause to aid all and
accept all races was born.