Tackroom

[SparklingDiamond]

Hi! I need a Clydsdel, please. And a sadle, blanket, grians, hay, and all the other stuff.

[Floryian]

I'm afraid we don't have any Clydesdales at the moment Diamond.
How good a rider are you?
We have a huge Percheron stallion Noroth, who is very strong and a difficult ride.
Or theres the cob mare Loth who is gentle and steady.
Take your pick!

[The Witch King]

*enters tackroom, puts lamp down on the table so that he can see clearly whether any of those pesky elves have been meddling with his stuff. Yes, the black blankets have been moved again! *
Right that's the last time I leave any of my stuff in here!
* Angrily gathers up tack, blankets and bridles ( takes SG's stuff too) and stomps off into the night, without shutting the door.*

Forgets to pick up the lantern. A keen wind sweeps in through the open door, knocking the lamp to the floor. The candle is ejected and rolls into a corner, stopped by a pile of clean blankets. Within minutes the rugs are ablaze, fanned by the wind, the flames are licking up towards the medicine chest, which contains cotton, linen and a variety of flammable liquids. They burst into flame, spreading the fire up across the ceiling. The entire tack room is now engulfed in flame

[swift_falcon]

After the fire, she goes back into the tackroom and looks at everyone's stuff..not much has been destroyed, thank goodness, but a few bridles and saddles have been burnt...

[Floryian]

Silverarrow you shouldn't be in here!
*looks to the ceiling*
Those beams could collapse at any minute.
*Helps her to collect up the tack which isn't damaged, then takes it to the edge of the yard*

[swift_falcon]

*Follows Floryian outside, her arms full with stuff..* Thanks for helping me...

[Floryian]

* checks over bridles and saddles*
About half of these need repairing or replacing. We need to find somewhere that can fix them.

[swift_falcon]

Maybe we can ask Jack in the Weapon Making and Repair thread in the Armory board to help us...if he is willing, that is...

[Sinron]

darkshines said:

*enters tackroom, puts lamp down on the table so that he can see clearly whether any of those pesky elves have been meddling with his stuff. Yes, the black blankets have been moved again! *
Right that's the last time I leave any of my stuff in here!
* Angrily gathers up tack, blankets and bridles ( takes SG's stuff too) and stomps off into the night, without shutting the door.*

Forgets to pick up the lantern. A keen wind sweeps in through the open door, knocking the lamp to the floor. The candle is ejected and rolls into a corner, stopped by a pile of clean blankets. Within minutes the rugs are ablaze, fanned by the wind, the flames are licking up towards the medicine chest, which contains cotton, linen and a variety of flammable liquids. They burst into flame, spreading the fire up across the ceiling. The entire tack room is now engulfed in flame

Good job!  ;D

[Floryian]

*looks shocked *
Sinron, I can't believe the levels of evil you wraiths will sink to. The fire was no laughing matter. We were lucky to get all the horses out alive and people were hurt.
*Glares at the Ringwraith, enraged*
I'm willing to accept this was a terrible accident but if I find evidence to the contrary, I won't hesitate to inform Lord Elrond.
*narrows eyes*
And I guarantee he will deal harshly with anyone causing a danger to the people of Rivendell.