The “Prancing Pony” Burns as Bree is Sacked!

Letter #1 from the Steward of Bree

Sire, how is it possible that an army of the King’s men has marched by the free town of Bree and not stand and help your few remaining subjects in its defense? Since the recent plague, we are too few in numbers to hold against any effort by hostile forces to take our town.

The roads south of Bree are now traveled at will by our traitorous cousins of Cardolan and it is rumored that the ancient kings and warriors of the Barrow Downs have been stirred by dark spirits and move about at night, directed by some unseen malice directed toward us.

On behalf of your people, I beg you to abandon whatever quest compelled your forces to move in great haste towards Amon Sul and return to defend us. Does not Amon Sul have a garrison of your best men to hold watch on that border of your kingdom?

Letter #2 from the Steward of Bree

Sire! All is lost! Barbarous raiders from Dunland have come up from the South via “The Greenway” and have breached our inadequate defenses. Our few survivors have made a last stand in “The Prancing Pony”. I now send this letter of request for aide with one of those ranger folk that happen to be waylaid here at the time of the attack. I hope that he can deliver it to you in time and convince you of the need to save your people!

Letter #3 from the Regnar, Son of Renulf, Wolfbane Clan of Dunland
(transcribed by the Steward’s daughter)

The Doom of Arnor is upon thee! Now cometh the time for your end at the hand of those ye have scorned and relegated to barren hills and cold mountains without shelter. The wind shall not cease to howl and hunt you until the descendants of Numenor are driven back into the sea from which they came and their subjects become thralls to the masters of Cardolan and Dunland!