The Dark Siege Deepens on the Electric Plains

Sit, young Pepe. The winds have turned cold across the Electric Plains, and the Dark Siege presses hard upon the riders. Lightning still cracks, but each strike feels lighter, as if the storm itself is tiring.

Aragorn, if the siege grows heavier, will Legolas be able to keep his pace toward the first Gate?

Legolas feels the tug of the ambush, yet his feet do not falter. Zero point nine gold units lighter now, he stands firm in Heaven two of his first Gate, the road to ten thousand still visible ahead. He glances east, where the plains stretch, and whispers that speed is not recklessness when the path is known.

Eomer rides with the weight of the storm upon his shoulders. Two point seven gold units lighter, he remains in Heaven two of his first Gate, the cavalry of Telegram unbroken despite the chill. He lifts his horn and calls to the riders behind him, reminding them that a true charge is measured not by speed alone but by the courage to stand when the gale opposes.

Eowyn, fierce as ever, feels the pinch of the siege as well. Zero point seven gold units lighter, she holds Heaven one of her first Gate, her gaze fixed on the distant peak that marks five hundred. She tightens her grip on her blade and swears that the frost will not dull her edge, for the fierce heart burns brighter in adversity.

Faramir walks the quiet trails with a steady step, though the siege has taken its share. One point five gold units lighter, he stays in Heaven one of his first Gate, the noble bridge‑builder unshaken. He lays a stone upon the road, saying that even when provisions grow scarce, the foundations must hold for those who will follow.

Saruman, ever the industrialist, finds a small boon amid the gloom. Zero point one gold units heavier, he advances to Heaven four of his first Gate, his towers humming with quiet industry. He notes that a single extra unit can turn a wheel, and that progress often comes in the smallest increments when the world seems to freeze.

The Eagle Gods have tightened the roads, yet the fellowship knows that a Dark Siege cannot last forever. The plains have seen heavier storms, and the riders have endured longer nights. When the wind shifts, the lightning will strike anew, and the march toward the second Gate will resume with renewed vigor.