The Company of Echelandir - Stories of Middle Earth

  ⚔️ Part II: The Battle of Ram Dúath The frozen wind howling through the narrow slate corridors of Ram Dúath carried the bitter stench of sulfur, ancient malice, and old snow. Below the towering cliffs, the hidden settlement of Lehmä-koti had been completely transformed into a heavily fortified war camp. Earth-kin hunters hauled massive logs alongside Bree mercenaries, while the heroes of Echelandir’s Company worked relentlessly to weave a deadly web of steel, iron, and stone across the narrowest bottleneck of the pass. High above the valley floor, on a jagged ledge overlooking the primary chokepoint, Echelorin was throwing a furious tantrum. The dwarf Hunter was buried under three heavy crates of armor-piercing bolts, desperately trying to haul his short, stocky legs up a sheer, icy stone wall to reach the supreme sniper position. "Curse these human-sized precipices!" Echelorin barked, his face turning as crimson as his braided beard as his boots slipped on the frost. ...