Dire, or should that be Dour, news this eve.

After besting some Pretty-Boy Half Orc from Isengard and his unending stream of reinforcements, and a goblin who thought that havin a mob of his mates standin around holding blue flames on their heads would somehow help 'im our brave foursome of Angmar Raiders (meself, Feldsparr, Zarzom and Tholmur) were overcome by a gang of vile Dourhands who outnumbered us by a mere four to one.

In token of my shame at this sad defeat I have sworn off drinkin fer one whole day. But after that - Vengeance !