Fear No Darkness

Peerless horsemen who came from the North long ago to answer Gondor's call for aid, the Riders of Rohan roam the vast grasslands of their home on magnificent steeds whom they love as kin. The Men of the Mark are a generous folk, but when war is upon them then they are as fell to their enemies as they are loyal to their friends. When the lust of battle is on them they can appear as men stricken with grief, their faces deathly white, or as madmen ready to laugh at despair.   The great plains to the north of the realm of Gondor were once known as Calenardhon before the Steward Cirion granted them to a Northman, Eorl the Young, as a reward for his aid and valor on the Field of Celebrant. Its borders stretch from the Fords of Isen in the west to the Mouths of the Entwash in the east.   Rolling hills and golden grain fields are broken to the south only by the White Mountains where the fortress of Helm's Deep lies, and to the north by the ancient Fangorn Forest where even the courageous Riders of the Mark do not go.