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Post by Imrel on Mar 30, 2002 10:46:15 GMT -5
(i know rhia's in charge here, but she's away and the old thread was getting very long.)
aragorn: *Gets out a book and starts 2 read it*
floryian: *finishes her apple and chucks the core in the fire.
Is starting to become restless.*
(I can't believe we've been in here a week!)
Aragorn, what are you reading?
aragorn: *Closes it*Nothing*Puts up his book+*
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Post by Imrel on Mar 30, 2002 10:53:49 GMT -5
*looks at the book curiously.* huh. *the hand in her bag closes on her own book, which, as she was considering getting out anyway, she pulls out and reads.*
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Mar 30, 2002 20:34:25 GMT -5
books the best entertainment when there's nothin else to do. *pulls out his own book*
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Post by Imrel on Mar 30, 2002 21:13:05 GMT -5
mm-hmm. *turns the page.* what books do you two have?
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Mar 30, 2002 23:51:52 GMT -5
fantasy book...."Year of the Griffin"
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Post by Rhiannon on Mar 31, 2002 15:08:53 GMT -5
;D Back again, let's get moving....
FInally, the snow has molten down to a level that allows a more or less save crossing of the pass. THe group packs and leaves the cave. The climb upwards in silence. From the height of the pass, the lands of Gondor lie below them. The descent is far easier than expected. On the south side of the mountains, the snow is almost completely molten away. At nightfall, they reach the hills at the foot of the mountains. From far, the lights of a small town can be seen. With the prospect of a hot meal, a tub and a bed, they ride on. It's already close to midnight when they reach the city gates. After recognizing Aragorn, the watch lets them pass the gates. The only inn is a small and gloomy house at the market place. They leave their horses at the stables and enter.
The innkeeper leads them into a room filled with several other guests: a few local shopkeepers, craftsmen and farmers. In a corner, two ragged men sit apart from the others, drinking their beer in silence. The Rivendell group sits down and orders food and drinks.
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Post by Aragorn on Mar 31, 2002 17:30:08 GMT -5
*Starts 2 drink some ale*
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Mar 31, 2002 20:56:46 GMT -5
*drinking his beer he starts talking to a craftsman*
(does it matter whatr they say or not?)
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Post by Aragorn on Mar 31, 2002 20:59:44 GMT -5
(It dose not matter but u can tell what they say)*Finishes his ale and orders some beer*
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Post by Imrel on Apr 1, 2002 1:02:42 GMT -5
(are we in a town we know?)
*sips her milk and fidgets with her bread roll. listens vaguely to jack's conversation with the craftsman and lets her eyes wander to the two isolated men. observes them curiously; they seem not to be aware of her yet.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 1, 2002 4:10:21 GMT -5
(It dose not matter but u can tell what they say)*Finishes his ale and orders some beer* ... |
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 1, 2002 4:56:05 GMT -5
*Observes the guests in the room. Sees Jack talking to the craftsman already. The two men sitting apart drinking their ale in silence arise her interest. She watches them for a while. One seems to be wounded. Finally she walks over to them.*
Good evening gentlemen...
They barely look up
I can see, you are wounded, sir. May I help you?
The man sitting next to her shows her his right arm. A dirty piece of cloth is tied around his hand.
Wait a moment, please, I need to get my bag and some hot water. *Gets up and walks over to the innkeeper, ordering a bowl of hot water. Goes to the Rivendell table and reaches for her medical supplies and a set of small knives. Back at the table of the two men, she spreads the contents of her bag on a clean piece of canvas. The hot water arrives.*
Now let's see...*She carefully unties the bandage, the man jerking slightly. There is a deep cut through his hand, already inflamed. *More light!* THe innkeeper brings more candles.* She pours some of the hot water into a cup and adds some herbs.* Drink this, it will ease the pain. *The man drinks and sits back, relaxing instantly. Rhia starts cleaning the wound. *Now I can see something...*She takes a small sharp knife, holds it into one of the candleflames for a moment, dips it into the water and starts to cut the already black parts of the wound. Opens a little vial and lets a few drops of a brown liquid fall into the wound, followed by a green paste. Bandages the hand tightly. * That will do if you keep it dry and change the bandage regularly.* The other man has watched with interest.
Rhiannon turns towards him, putting her equipment back into her bag.*Now, what happened to you and your friend?* The man sighs, biting his lip for a momemt.
We are from a village about three days on foot southeast from here. A nice and quiet place...Until last week. When THEY came. I and this poor guy Rhys next to you...we were far out in the forest, cutting wood. It was already dark, when we went back. From a hill, we could see the shine of fire in the direction of our village. We dropped the wood and started running. But...it was too late...When we reached our houses, everything was on fire. Many of our friends were lying on the ground, slain by the enemy. The rest of our families was missing, as was our cattle, the supplies...In the middle of the village, we found an orc on the ground. He seemed to be dead so Rhys kneeled down to examine him when the orc suddendly opened his eyes again and cut Rhys hand with a week motion before dying. Those eyes...there was something in them...I have seen orcs before. I was a soldier in our army. But this one was unusual....He seemed to be almost...sorry. And there was no white hand or red eye on his face but green stripes...*shakes his head* Probably I'm wrong. Orc is orc.*Drinks the rest of his ale*
*Has been listening intently.* They are so far west already...Innkeeper, bring this brave men more ale!* Takes out a map. *Now, we crossed Ered Nimrais here...The next major city would be Erech, fifty miles east across the Morthond. Where is your village?*
The man points at the map near the eastward turn of the River Morthond.
Nods. I see...Have you any other information about orc attacks so far in the west?
There have been so many rumors...
The ale arrives. With a quick motion, Rhia pours a drop out of a tiny bottle into his glass, murmuring*This will give your soul a little rest...*aloud*Thank you very much for your patience...*Gets up and walks back to her table, spreading the map again and starting to draw lines and circles on it, connecting places.*
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Post by Floryian on Apr 1, 2002 15:22:40 GMT -5
*was enjoying a warm bread roll until Rhiannon started tending the wound. Puts the roll down, no longer hungry. Her heart goes out to the two men who look so wretched and broken. Seeing them makes her realise how real this problem is. Goes and looks over Rhiannons shoulder, watching her scrawl quickly on the map.*
What is it your thinking Rhia?
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 1, 2002 16:04:24 GMT -5
*Looks at Floryian's unfinished roll.*Ohhh, I'm sorry... Well, I'm trying to find a pattern or a connection between the orc attacks...Take a look here, the circles are the places of attacks we know about....Apparently they started in the east and spread west already past the Morthond...There are several high concentrations of circles, so I think it's highly unlikely there is only one raiding party, taking their enemies back to Mordor everytime. Either there is a big camp somewhere in the forests between here and the Anduin from where the attacks start, or there are several small groups....If a big group with prisoners moves east to Mordor or west to get more people, they would sure leave some traces...So I think there must be smaller groups out there...On the other hand, it's possible to set up a basis camp somwhere in the mountains between the Ringlo and the Gilrain before starting any attacks. If I connect the biggest circles with lines, they cross in that area... But the attacks have been going on for weeks. There must be a lot of captives by now, who need to be fed....And I'm constantly thinking about what the poor chap over there told me about this orc...
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Post by Aragorn on Apr 1, 2002 16:29:59 GMT -5
*Finishes off his beer**sighs.Goes over 2 the inkeeper and talks with him*
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