Becoming Aragorn: A Treacherous Path Through Middle-Earth

I was born into secrecy, my very existence a whisper in the shadows of a dying age. My first breath came in the year 2931 of the Third Age, but the weight of centuries past already lay heavy upon my infant shoulders. They named me Aragorn, son of Arathorn, but that name was quickly hidden away, replaced by Estel – hope. A fitting name, though its true meaning eluded me for many years. I would come to learn that hope can be as much a burden as a blessing. Visit our friends over at https://skeletondragon.com/ - a free new table-top fantasy role-playing game. A game that you actually play with friends, IRL!