The Company awoke the next 'morning', in two different locations, and only Nain seemed to have had a comfortable rest. The Men and Elves in the group wondered how the Dwarves tolerated the cold damp air in the place. Yet, they were only half way through the mines thus far, perhaps the city environment would be different.
The march began again along Durin's Way but this time Bori allowed for less stops and kept them moving later into the 'night'. A total of ten hours were spent in this manner, weaving through shadowed tunnels and well lit chambers, but it was apparent to all that they were on the same wide road. Occassionaly their path would slightly rise or drop deeper, but for the most part it remained level. There were new roads that would branch, or rise up or down, off of Durin's Way and there were cut stone, or great iron spirals of stairs upon which the miners would disappear. One set of stairs in particular seemed to rise up a great shaft into the shadowed torchlight, but Bori spoke nothing of where they went. The Company were not aware, but they were part of a small number of non-Dwarves that would ever behold Durin's stairs.
The second day of travel was just as exciting for Seriand and Galudir and both found that they were needed more for tending the Company's horses than anything else, as the Dwarves that led the train of ponies never once approached the treasures that they carried.
Galudir's opinion of their Dwarven companions did not change much during the day's march, for their guides were again stand-offish and silent. The rogue began to yearn for the fresh air, and if not that, at least the stifling, smoke-filled air of a tavern. Seriand's mind was of like kind, save his thoughts were of the breezes that blew through the boughs of his forest home. He wondered if the Company would make for his land once they passed through the mines of Moria*.
And thus the days passed.
With the third day's end, the Company was intrigued to see an immense change in the sculpture of the great avenue on which they strode. A great arch loomed ahead of them and the stonework was beautiful to behold. The floor of the cave became tiled and was polished. Iron-wrought lanterns hung on two metal poles on either side of the arch and stained-glass paneled each side of the luminaries, causing many-coloured rays of light to scintillate throughout the chamber.
Bori spoke, "Behold! We have come to the entrance of the city of Khazad-dûm. We shall take rest for the night a ways ahead."
The Company also noticed a marked difference between the environment of the city as compared to the mines. A slight breeze blew through the streets and avenues of Khazad-dûm and it was warm and dry. Like the lanterns that hung at the entrance, more of the lights were strung by chains, mounted to walls, or hung by similar posts and made the way bright and clear. But even as they observed these new wondrous sights, Edrahil could see a team of Dwarves that moved down the hall. One group held long poles upon which was attached a can to fuel the lamps, while the next crew came behind and dimmed the lights with a hooked pole of their own. The city was preparing for 'night'.
Yet with the approach of evening, sounds could still be heard of quiet conversations (as too loud of a voice could echo through the halls); clatter of boots on polished tile; and Dwarven machinations working somewhere within.
Bori led the Company to another guest hall and there they found more lavish comforts, including a long table of assorted foods and a small freshly tapped keg. Cups of polished metal sat close to the tap beckoning to all.
Soon bellies were full and the companions pulled up seats next to the hearth and there they relaxed, and those that would drew long on their pipes, the whispy smoke rising to the ceiling above.
Seriand and Galudir unfortunately did not see such sites or have such comforts offered. Their road descended into the second deep along a road that was built primarily for animals and other beasts of burden. And so the two also entered into the grand city of the Dwarves but only found cold stables and smelly animals to join them in their discomfort.
OOC:
*Moria - Remember that although the Dwarves still lived in their city during this time and it was called Khazad-dûm, to the Elves of Hollin and Lothlorien it had been renamed Moria [the black chasm]. The Elves called it such due to their reproach for the Dwarves of Moria for not allowing the fleeing folk of Eregion to pass through the city when Sauron's armies came upon them in the war of the Second Age. Eregion was destroyed and many of the Elves were slain trying to escape... they have never forgotten.
Day four started with a hustle of activity. Bori woke the Company after only six hours of rest and the Dwarf seemed to be rushed. He blustered as he gathered his things and helped the others gather theirs, "Word has come from the king... he wishes to see you sooner, as another pressing situation has arisen. We must be at the court by mid-day!"
So the march began again in earnest and the road that was taken descended deeper into the mountain. Dirnhael counted as each level, or Deep as referred to by Bori, passed and when seven was reached the floor leveled out. They hurried down the passageways of the seventh Deep, and listened to Bori as he instructed them in how the royal line of Durin was to be approached, greeted and spoken too. All the while, the companions marveled at how warm, lit and ornate was the royal house of Khazad-dûm.
Throughout the city, bells chimed the hour and when the one o'clock bell sounded, the Company out of Fornost entered into the antechamber of the throne room of Khazad-dûm. They waited there while Bori looked past the growing crowd of visitors and courtiers. Finally, an emissary of the court came up to the doorward and spoke softly to him - the two Dwarves often glancing at the Company. When done, Bori came back to speak to them.
"It is here that we part our ways; I must return to the West Gate. I leave you in the care of Grór." Bori gestured towards the Dwarf that he had just spoken too. "He will see to you for the remainder of your stay."
Bori said a few goodbyes, and then Grór spoke, "You may not go before the king in this manner. You will be taken to an apartment and there you shall bathe and your garments mended. It has been arranged that you see the king in the morning. Follow me."
From the antechamber, the Company was led east and were shown into a lavish apartment - carpets covered the floor and tapestries decorated the walls. Edrahil had to remind himself that he was still deep under the earth and not in some castle chamber. Along with the fine decor, the chamber also offered other ammenities and the road-weary Company quickly took advantage of both bath and sauna.
Above the royal house, Seriand and Galudir watched as the ponies were unloaded and the leather sacks were stacked within a room of great size. The Dwarf that they were with called the chamber a vault, and with the last sack in place, the door was closed and locked.
The Dwarf spoke to Seriand. "You need not worry, the vault will be secured until your entrance into the king's hall. For now, you shall be led to your companions and will be able to refresh yourselves."
And so, Galudir and Seriand finally caught up to their companions, as the group was eating, and were pleased to finally have creature comforts that were much more than a pile of straw.
While enjoying the comforts offered by their hosts following the long walk, Edrahil could not help but feel a sense of forboding within the dwarven realm. Their hospitality was without question, but these were the descendants of Durin's folk who had barred their gates to Edrahil's elven kin so long ago, causing great suffering among his people.
The elf hoped that he and Seriand's presence among the company would not cause unnecessary difficulties for the others. The past hardships between elf and dwarf were not easily forgotten, however ... by either race.
Over the meal, Durgil idly wonders aloud, "Nain, what do you suppose could be the reason why the king would want to see us earlier? What might this 'pressing business' be?"
Normally he was not one for baths but the heat of the water was doing his old bones some good and it was nice to wash the mud out of his beard. He'd been soaking for a while and his fingers and toes had gone all wrinkly but he was determined to stay a bit longer and moving a determined dwarf was easier than moving a mountain. Of course having a lovely bearded dwarf maid to bring more hot water at his beck and call was really just icing on the cake. Nain looks up from the bath water to respond to his companion's question.
"I have no idea. Tis rather rare that a King would share his business with a lowly craftsman like me. Could be news of Trolls so near the gates or news of the treasure that we found had finallty reached him. Might be news of our departed friend. I'd like to think that a visit from relatives and allies from distant lands would warrent such excitement but I'm not thinking that it's any such good tidings."
Nain couldn't help but think back to the gleam in the eye of Bori when he'd seen the treasure.
The next morning, the Company members all awoke feeling greatly refreshed. The saunas the night before had helped to work out aches and tired muscles from the long road that they had covered. The hospitality had certainly taken an about face compared to their first arrival and the meager chambers that they had been given within the mines, but the Company understood. The mines were as harsh an environment to these people as the empty lands of Eregion were, but here in the city there was comfort. All knew that once they left the luxuries that the Dwarves had in abundance, the road would become arduous once more. Fengel was from a proud folk but they were a simple people - there would be no such lavish accomodations when they arrived. And so, with this in mind they all took advantage of the bath and saunas again while they ate and drank from select fruits, vegetables, sweet meats, and wines.
A bell rang in the apartment followed a few moments later with the entrance of Grór, "Your presence is requested before King Bain. Leave all arms and any unecessary gear within your chambers, for no weapons are allowed within the king's hall."
The Company followed Grór from the room, into a labrynth of corridors that soon expanded into immense long halls. Great sculpted columns supported the ceilings far above and great braziers gave off light and warmth, keeping everything dry. Again the area around the king's hall was crowded and Grór pushed through, the Company members following behind. Many a Dwarf looked up to see the tall Men and Elves, and whispers were heard like wind blowing through leaves. The Company began to realize that they were the reason that so many of Moria's folk had gathered. Men and Elves were once again inside their city!
The companions strode into a high room with thick red carpets covering the floor and great images inlaid in the stone about. A high dais rose above all and atop was perched the throne of the king. An elder Dwarf, ornately dressed in gold and mithril sat in the seat and power was his to command. Another Dwarf, with a great staff and beard that hung almost to the floor, stepped from beside the throne and strode to the edge of the dias where the stairs that climbed up to meet it.
With a booming voice, gruff in the way of Dwarves, he called out through the hall, "YE MEN AND ELVES OF ERIADOR, BEHOLD YOU HAVE COME BEFORE THE THRONE OF BAIN OF THE LINE OF DURIN, FATHER OF DWARVES! FROM TIME FORGOTTEN RULE RESTS IN HIS HAND AND WITHIN THE REALM OF KHAZAD-DUM YOU ARE AT HIS MERCY! SPEAK NOW AND BESEECH HIS INTEREST!"
With that the herald stepped back and Dirnhael knew, having been instructed by Grór, that this was his cue. As company leader, he stepped before the others, onto the rich carpets, and bowed low. "Lord Bain of Khazad-dûm, I am Dirnhael, son of Ardil, Knight of Arthedain, and I am at your service, and your families! My comrades and I have traveled a great distance to bring to you, and your people, word of the death of Lûnduf of Khazad-dûm. He was a good friend and great ally, fallen in the north to the vile worm Scatha. He was sent by you into the lands of Cardolan to seek information. He aided us in a great endeavour to find a cure for a sickness that has been ailing Men. He fell, but long will he be respected and held in high regard by my king, my people, and my family! We present to you this... the axe head of your servant. It is all that remained from the fires of the dragon."
With that Nain brought forth the piece and held it out. Dirnhael nodded to the others to now make their introductions and hoped that they would remember Grór's words on the customs of Dwarves.
OOC: Do an introduction how you will, but as you do please give me a Bearing test TN 10. This will give me an idea of how Bain perceives your character's character.
Also, those that can if you would please give me an Observe (Sense Power) TN 10.
TN 10 Bearing - 12*+2*+2=16
"Lord Bain, mighty king of Khazad-dum," Durgil speaks as he steps forward and bows. "I am Durgil, son of < fill in father's name >, Lord of Arthedain; I am at the service of you and your family. Though our news of our fallen comrade be dark, his friendship and service to my lord is renowned in our land. Many mugs and glasses continue to be lifted and songs continue to be sung in his honour -- a true testament to your people."
OOC: Thanks for filling in for me in my absence, Tomcat!
Bearing Test (TN 10) Bearing +2
Roll(1d12)+0:11,+0 Total:11 OOC: Whew!
Total roll: 13
Fengel stepped forward, and with a bow addressed the King. "King Bain, it is with sorrow that we have come to your great halls. We had taken up a great cause to find a cure for the kingdom of Arthedain, but our journey was hindered by many foul and evil servants. And through every obstacle Lunduf proved the strength, the loyalty, the wisdom, and the kindness of the dwarven race. He was a true friend to me and my comrades, giving his very life to defend the good from the tyranny of the evil. And we have come to pay respect to our dear friend, and give word to his own kin of his heroic deeds in defending the free world. Lunduf had left behind his family and home to aid the King of Arthedain, with the hope of returning to tell tales well into his old age. I too know well his longing to return home. I too desire to see my family once again. And after many long months, I plan to return home. I humbly ask you, Lord Bain, would you permit my company to travel to the other side of the mountain through your sacred halls, that I might see my family again?" With that Fengel bowed again, and returned to the side of Dirnhael.
Bearing Test TN10
+2 Att Mod
Roll(1d12)+2: 7,+2 Total:9 I'm going to use a courage point to make this important test - 9+3=12 I marked it Tomcat.
As each of the Company presented themselves, Bain leaned forward in his chair, his elbow on his knee and his bearded chin cradled in the cup of his palm.
OOC: Keep it up with the good rolls guys, the king is becoming intrigued. I will give it until tomorrow afternoon for all players to be able to post before Bain makes any response.
Welcome back Shawn! Glad to have you back in the game, although we have been going slow over the last couple weeks. How was France? I am assuming that is where you went from your last post. Just so you know, I am planning on running Star Trek simultaneously with our LotR campaign, so hopefully you can reprise your roles as Stonn and Ramos.
Quote from: tomcat on Jan 19, 2007, 05:10 PM
As each of the Company presented themselves, Bain leaned forward in his chair, his elbow on his knee and his bearded chin cradled in the cup of his palm.
OOC: Keep it up with the good rolls guys, the king is becoming intrigued. I will give it until tomorrow afternoon for all players to be able to post before Bain makes any response.
Welcome back Shawn! Glad to have you back in the game, although we have been going slow over the last couple weeks. How was France? I am assuming that is where you went from your last post. Just so you know, I am planning on running Star Trek simultaneously with our LotR campaign, so hopefully you can reprise your roles as Stonn and Ramos.
OOC: Paris was wonderful. It was my first trip to France and my wife and I enjoyed it immensely. My French was even adequate enough. ;)
That's great that the Trek game's coming back. I'm definitely ready to go.
Bearing test
Roll (1d12)+0; 8+0=8 OOC: sorry 'bout that.
Nain was a little suprised by all the pomp. He wasnt used to the ceremony and didn't really care to have any truck with it. It seemed like a waste of energy when one could be at the forge or in the mine doing something useful.
"Good morning your kingliness. Lunduf was brave, no doubt. He died savin' my life from that foul dragon. I come all the way from the Blue Mountains. My brother died on the way and that great dwarf saved me there too, with the help of these big folk. I'm glad that I got to come and see the halls of Kazad'Dum, I just hope that I have time to visit the great forges before I leave."
With that he stepped back and let the rest talk about their courtly business.
OOC Sorry this is a bit late ... busy weekend and no online time ...
Bearing TN 10
Bonus +3
Roll(2d6)+3: 5,6,+3 Total:14
Observe (Sense Power) TN 10
Bonus +3, The Art +2
Roll(2d6)+5: 5,2,+5 Total:12
IC
When his turn arrived Edrahil stepped forward. His bearing was proud, but he was careful not to overshadow the majesty of their host. "I am Edrahil of the realm of Lindon. I bring greetings to you, King Bain of Khazad-dum, from my master, Cirdan the Shipwright, Lord of the Grey Havens. Your hospitality to us has been most gracious, and I regret the sad news of your kin that my companions have brought to you. He was a brave warrior ... and a good friend."
OOC oops just realized I rolled 2d6 instead of 1d12 - I think it's too late to change now (after the scene with Nain) - I'll remember for future rolls - B
OOC: I'm going to be out of this game for a bit, not sure if / when i'll have time to get back in :( Work has been a real bear as of late and will continue to be such for awhile I fear. Sorry gents.
Quote from: WisemanOOC: I'm going to be out of this game for a bit, not sure if / when i'll have time to get back in :( Work has been a real bear as of late and will continue to be such for awhile I fear. Sorry gents.
OOC: Sorry to hear that Shawn. I am going to write Seriand out of the story with the Company's exit on the eastern side of the Misty Mountains - it is a good place, for he will go home to Lothlorien.
Hopefully we shall see you back here in the future.
Doug
Edrahil spoke his words, all the while sensing that there was something more to the king than what he saw. The Dwarf-lord sat high above the court and the hall around him was magnificent - surely the Dwarves had tied enchantments of protection about their liege. But it was something more... something that the mage could not pinpoint. Little did the Elf know, but before him on the finger of the king was one of the mighty rings that Celebrimbor himself had fashioned and personally given to the fathers of Dwarves, before the invading forces of Sauron destroyed Eregion and stole the remaining six (along with the nine).
Bain stood from his seat and stared down at his 'guests'. He began to stride down the stairs to the courtroom floor below. Once there, he came to stand a few feet before the Company and he looked at each of them, one at a time. The Company could see that there was wisdom upon his brow but his eyes held something else... a grasping look, as if he tried to determine what he could obtain from this meeting.
"Hmmm..." grunted the king when his eyes fell on Nain. He took the axe-head and spoke, "T'would seem that our brethren in the Blue Mountains have forgotten their manners of court. Far has the realm of Belegost fallen since its days of glory so long ago."
The king then looked to the Elves, "I welcome the Eldar to our fair city. Still are our relations strong with the Queen of the Golden Wood, though long has it been since we have spoken."
And finally, to Dirnhael and the three other men a simple message, "Welcome to the men of Eriador."
Bain turned and walked back towards his stairs, but then turned back to look at Fengel, "Thank you all for bringing your words and praise of our kin! I understand, too, that thanks must be given for your assistance in the freeing of a patrol from trolls on our western border. The road to the east is yours. You may stay with us for another day if it is your wish but when ready, the way to the east-gate will be shown to you."
The king smiled broadly and nodded, then began to climb back up to his throne. No mention did he make of the fair treasures that had been gleaned from the cave.
OOC: Actions - and/or - Dialogue?
Dirnhael generally didn't care much for treasure - he usually thought it to be more trouble to carry then it was worth.
But his men deserved it - and they did owe Thermon...
He gently cleared his throat and looked to Durgil, urging him to speak if he wished to.
Dirnhael was aware of his limitations - he was a warrior, not a negotiator - perhaps the young noble (and his knowledge of royal niceties) would have more luck swaying the Dwarven king.
Personally, Dirnhael would gladly trade the treasure for safe passage through the mountain and the tour of the legendary city, but perhaps if Durgil was persuasive enough, they could have their lembas and eat it too...
Durgil nodded in response to Dirnhael's subtle "push" forward. Durgil knew he had to step carefully about this so as not to come off like a beggar or a thief. "If you will excuse me m'lord," he says stepping forward and bowing again, "but there are a couple items of business we wish to attend to. First, I have come here as an ambassador of sorts for my people. We wish to extend to you our hand in friendship and brotherhood. My goal is simply to open a dialogue between our realms for expanding trade relations and maybe more. The second, you had briefly made mention of it earlier: the incident nigh the West Gate. Upon the dispatching of the trolls with the aid of your warriors, they had in their possession a hoard of considerable worth. This hoard contained treasures from many different peoples and different realms, including your own. We wish to negotiate terms for dividing it equitably. I believe you to be a king of great wisdom to see that increased relations between our people and others can only benefit all involved."
Persuade - 11*+3+3 Courage=17
OOC: Well, I didn't take that fault for no reason after all :)
Nain is outraged at the insult to his people and at the bare minimum of acknowledgement of this group's accomplishments. He stews while Durgil speaks but can't contain his anger at this Dwarf who call's hiimself a King.
"Oi! What about the treasure? Talk about forgetting manners and then forget those that are saving yer kin's lives and bringing word of their deeds half way across the world? I think me manners are about right where they should be! At least I have respect enough for my kin that I know they're worth more than gold to me ya greedy bastard! You and your bin tryin' to cheat us out of that treasure since we found it."
Quote from: Stefan on Jan 23, 2007, 05:35 AM
OOC: Well, I didn't take that fault for no reason after all :)
Nain is outraged at the insult to his people and at the bare minimum of acknowledgement of this group's accomplishments. He stews while Durgil speaks but can't contain his anger at this Dwarf who call's hiimself a King.
"Oi! What about the treasure? Talk about forgetting manners and then forget those that are saving yer kin's lives and bringing word of their deeds half way across the world? I think me manners are about right where they should be! At least I have respect enough for my kin that I know they're worth more than gold to me ya greedy bastard! You and your bin tryin' to cheat us out of that treasure since we found it."
Dirnhael cringed while hearing Nain's words. It was
possible that Bori had not mentioned the treasure to the King at all in an effort to keep it himself. He did not know the situation between Nain's people and their fellow Dwarves under the mountain, but even he knew better than to speak to a king -
in his realm - like
that; in
any situation.
This could spiral out of control, and quickly. Dirnhael knew he would regret what he was about to do - but he saw no other option.
Drawing himself to his full height and lowering his voice to a commanding bark, Dirnhael stepped toward his aggrieved companion and thundered, "Nain! Bite your tongue! We are in the King's realm, treated as guests, and we
will act accordingly!"
He looked to see the mixture of shock and anger in his friend's eyes, but Dirnhael did not cower, locking his gaze on the Dwarf whose carelessness risked them all.
Turning to King Bain, Dirnhael bowed deeply.
"My sincerest apologies, m'Lord. We have risked much, and asked nothing in return. Our voyage has been long and arduous, but such is no excuse for our comrade's outburst."
Dirnhael backed away, eyes to the ground, feeling a seething Nain's glare upon him, all the while hoping that their voyage through the mountain could somehow be salvaged.
Nain was stunned my Drinhael's rebuke. He'd expected something from the king but not from his friend. His anger seethed but he did hold his tongue, more in shock than anything. He knew that his words might have gotten him in trouble but the dwarf in front of him had no right to call himself King if he couldn't do his job. Nain fumed and sputtered, he was so mad he couldn't form words.
The normally glib rogue was silent throughout the exchange, silent throughout much of the journey in fact. The labor and stench of travel he was accustomed to, though even the spacious expanses of the city proper felt cramped in comparison to the familiar open sky. And now, in front of the king, he was oddly silent again. True, he was trained to speak to customers who could range from farmers to town mayors, but this lord was far out of his experience. What could he say after all? Hello, I'm with them, give me my gold?
Edrahil stood quietly beside Seriand throughout Nain's outburst, with only a knowing glance exchanged between the two kin. The elf had thought that the discussion might deteorate in this manner, for the love of gold and treasure seemed an everlasting quality common to all dwarves. Edrahil looked to his friend Dirnhael and gave a nod of approval for his attempt to handle the situation, and he hoped that the tension could be diffused without further unpleasantries.
Durgil is thankful for Dirnhael's handling of Nain and stands resolute to argue the party's case.
Bain stood quietly for a long moment after Nain's words and the rebuke by Dirnhael - the Dwarven court around was silent too. The air had become thick with tension, enough that it could be sliced by a Dwarven axe. The king walked back down to the courtroom floor. He passed by the bowing Dirnhael and strode directly to Nain.
"Manners?" he said firmly, but in a slow, soft tone. "Forget thee not, Nain of the Blue Mountains, that it was
my folk that succored Úri's house when the realms of Nogrod and Belegost were laid to ruin.
Respect enough was shown to
your kin, though naught was asked in repayment save to live and prosper here in Dwarrowdelf!"
The king's voice began to grow louder as he spoke, his anger coming through, "Now, you come here before me, and your company has been shown respect; have been given the amenities of my city; and I hold them all in honour for what they have done in service to one of mine! But
your manner would make it seem that you have come like a beggar to my door... and thus, shall you be returned to the road... as that beggar!"
Then Bain turned to Dirnhael and Durgil, his voice was calm once more, yet stern - "The service you have given to the house of Durin shall be considered paid by the following - your passage, your accomodations, and with three gold coins for each of the dwarves you saved and returned. Do you find this settlement fair?"
OOC: Hey Stefan, you left me with a tough one here! :-\ I still am not sure if the above reaction of the king is appropriate, but I am going to leave it as such. ;)
Nain will have to give me an opposed Willpower test against the following:
Intimidate (Majesty)Skill +10, Specialty +2, Bearing +2, Stern Edge +2, In the king's throne room +8*Roll(1d12)+24: 5,+24 Total:29
All other characters in the Company may give me an opposed Willpower against half the king's Intimidate roll - TN 15 (its effect will be like the Terror ability while the Company is in the throne room).
- Any Unmanned results will simply mean that the character is overcome with fealty and will beg forgiveness and offer utter deference. I will leave it in your hands as to how you want to RP any results.
*this modifier is from the inspire fear table 9.20 and I am granting it due to the Company being in the heart of the power of Khazad-dum.
Lastly, the above payment of 3 gold coins is for each dwarf saved (that was 4) and for each dead dwarf returned (that was 1) - for a total of 15 coins.
TN 15 Willpower vs Domination - 8*+2+3 Courage = 13 (-1 penalty to tests I believe)
Seeing as our cause for the fair share won't be going so well, Durgil nodded. "Thank you, King. Your generosity," he says giving Nain a sideways glance, "is more than enough. But I would like to ask a favor on behalf of the other realms of which the hoard was comprised. Could we recover one item of note from the different realms to return to them? I think it would go a long way in showing the benevolence and good will of your kingdom. If there is no realm for which to return an item, I will personally return it to the throne of Khazad-dum."
Debate (Oratory) - 9*+3+2+2-1=15
Persuade (Charm) - 9*+3+2-1=13
OOC: Your choice on the skill that would be most appropriate. I'll use any number of Courage I have left to give the best result possible. It's a matter of honour to Durgil as the party stands to represent their peoples and those who have no voice.
OOC: Glad to keep things interesting :)
Roll (1d12)+3; 10 +1(wp) +2 (Hardiness of Mind)=13 +9 (3 courage pts)=21 (I believe that puts him into the Panicked)
IC: Nain was still livid but the King's speech shook him to the core. He didn't know enough about the history of their two realms to argue the point which frustrated him to no end. He screwed up every ounce of courage he had to say his last piece and not drop to the floor and apologise for his insolence.
"I see the value that you put on the lives of your people and I'd rather be a beggar than one of your subjects."
OOC: LOL!! ;D
You're killin' me Stefan! Absolutely killin'me! :D
I think it may be best that the Company scurry out of Khazad-dum as quickly as possible!
"BE GONE!" boomed the king's voice. "TAKE THEM FROM MY SIGHT BEFORE I FIND A HOLE DEEP IN THE MINES TO DROP THEM IN!"
Grór acted quickly by stepping forward to Dirnhael and ushering him and his comrades to the outer hall. He had not seen his king so incensed in a long time and truly feared of a reprisal from Bain, or perhaps one of his subjects.
"Come," said the Dwarf. "You will be taken quickly to your chambers to collect your items and then to the East Gate. Your horses have already been taken out and await you there. T'is a shame..."
It was a rush of movement from when they arrived at their dormitories until they at last stood on the stairs of the great East Gate - two hours having passed. Behind the Company, two grim looking Dwarves stood with long polearms crossed, blocking re-entry into the city.
Grór looked at the Company and said, "Farewell... it has been ordered that the city of Khazad-dum is closed to you. Yet, Bain will keep his word as to the fees for services rendered."
The Dwarf handed Dirnhael a small bag that contained eighteen gold pieces and then turned, climbing the stairs back into the city.
Before the Company, the land fell as the eastern Misty Mountains diminished. The massive forest of Lorien sat to the south and east, fenced in, as it was, by the mountains and a long ribbon of blue - Anduin the Great. Beyond the river lay the distant great plains of Fengel's homeland.
"A pox on the hot heads and loose tongues of Dwarves!!!" Durgil's anger is pretty close to matching that of the king's. "Could not have kept your mouth shut until we had passed beyond the gates?! .... Bah!" he spouts in disgust, turning away and stomping off, not caring for whatever response Nain had to offer.
OOC: I'm afraid Durgil's even keel has been torqued a bit.
Edrahil stood for a while, looking at the East Gate, then he turned away and looked upon the green lands beyond. He was not angry, but rather bemused by the fact that little seemed to ever change with the dwarven folk. The elf wondered whether their visit would cause trouble for others who sought the road beneath the mountains. In any case, Edrahil could hardly feel angry, now that he was under the sky again. The air was fresh, and the sun felt good upon his face.
The elf considered following after Durgil to calm him down. After all, Nain was still a trusted member of their company. Durgil would remember this soon enough, however, once they were away from Khazad-dum.
Looking upon Lorien he turned to Seriand. "So much for the hospitality of the dwarves. I see that your homeland is very near, friend. I would guess that a visit there would be much more amiable. I do hope that our path leads that way, if not now, sometime in the future."
OOC BTW, well done Stefan and Tomcat. That was a very entertaining scene with the king.
Seriand turned to Edrahil and quietly said, "Aye, my homeland lies yonder and whether or not this Company comes there is for you all to decide, but for me it is the end of my road. When we come to the eaves of the forest, I will be separating from the group."
The Lorien guard then said, "You could come with me my brother. Let these Men, and this Dwarf go on their way. We have seen enough of their lands. Come find rest and refuge in the fair realm of the Lady. What say you?"
OOC: Persuade test
Skill +1
Roll(1d12)+1: 9,+1 Total:10
Brian, you can do as you please with the above test roll - i.e. roll an opposed test against it, or just RP it how you want - but I thought I'd give you a roll to show you how earnest Seriand was in his offer.
Now outside the dwarven mine on the craggy root of the mountain range Galudir found his voice. "What... What happened there? We had a treasure fit for kings at our fingertips. So close, this close to leaving this brigand's life behind." Then letting his gaze fall on Nain, Galudir pointed an accusatory finger and continued, "Then you spoke." Galudir chuckled then, but more out of some madness than amusement. "And now, all gone. Well dwarf get a pickaxe and start digging because you owe me a mountain of gold!"
Quote from: GandalfOfBorg on Jan 26, 2007, 08:31 AM
"A pox on the hot heads and loose tongues of Dwarves!!!" Durgil's anger is pretty close to matching that of the king's. "Could not have kept your mouth shut until we had passed beyond the gates?! .... Bah!" he spouts in disgust, turning away and stomping off, not caring for whatever response Nain had to offer.
Dirnhael thought of venting his own anger, but Durgil had already said what he had wished to.
He was angry; their companion had embarrassed them - embarrassed
him - and perhaps even endangered them with his lack of composure, and Dirnhael thought it might be some time before he fully trusted Nain once more to put the needs of the Company ahead of his own.
The thought saddened him, but things were what they were. He could only hope that the goodwill with the Dwarves that his friendship with Lunduf had earned was not entirely lost. He was distraught over how the occasion that he had meant to honor his departed companion had been sabotaged by simple greed. Dirnhael looked at the small sack of coins the King had granted them - to him, it was worthless.
"I'm sorry, my friend," he whispered to no one but the wind.
***
Dirnhael spent the next day nearer to Edrahil and Fengel, finding some solace in the company of his longtime comrades.
He gave the sack of coins to Durgil after removing his own share - he never wished to see it again. He sidled his horse up to Thermon and handed the rogue Dirnhael's portion; he cared not for it.
"It is no
mountain of gold, but it is yours nevertheless. For your troubles... and your help," he said, clasping the man's hand in a warrior's grip. Dirnhael thought that for a man who claimed to do most everything for pay, Thermon's heart was not truly so cold after all.
Fengel stood with his companions on the edge of the East Gate, his mind swirling with a mixture of feelings. He thought of his dear friend Lunduf, and all that he did for the company, the very sacrifice of his life. He suddenly felt angry. Greed. How could gold bring anyone to act in such a way. They had risked their lives to save dwarves they didn't even know, and none of that mattered to the King or Nain, just the gold. The gold! He turned his head to look at Nain. As their eyes met a flash of fire burned in Fengel's own eyes. He couldn't control his anger any longer. "How could you do such disrespect to our friend!" He bellowed. Fengel pointed his finger in Nain's face, "We meant to honor our friend and all You could think of was a pile of gold! Gold!! You have no respect for the dead. A man who gave his life to save even you. And you spit upon his sacrifice. Lunduf was my friend long before I even new of your sorry existence! And you treat him in a manner such as this!" With that Fengel lost it. He drew his arm back and before he had a chance to think of what he was doing, he through his fist striking Nain square in the face.
Unarmed Combat
UC +1; Nim+1; Brawl+2; Warwise+3;
Roll(1d12)+7: 5,+7 Total:12
OOC: I just wanted to let you all know I am just roleplaying Fengel here. Stefan you are playing your character well, so I figured I should do the same. ;)
OCC: I just wanted to interrupt and say this stuff is great! A bit of a twist, but still Tolkien-esque, so it's really fun.
With slight resignation, the young Dunadan accepts the purse. Durgil takes a moment to examine the coins bequeathed to the group. He inspects them out of idle curiosity, noting the realms who minted them. If there is nothing noteworthy, he'll take his share, stowing it away carefully, and passing the purse along to the others so they might do the same. Dirnhael might have given his away, but there may be a need for it at a time unlooked for.
OOC: I will start the next thread as soon as the squabble with Nain resolves itself. Not sure how he is going to react to Fengel punching him, so I am going to wait to see. :-\
Tomcat
Quote from: tomcat on Jan 26, 2007, 02:58 PM
The Lorien guard then said, "You could come with me my brother. Let these Men, and this Dwarf go on their way. We have seen enough of their lands. Come find rest and refuge in the fair realm of the Lady. What say you?"
OOC: Persuade test
Skill +1
Roll(1d12)+1: 9,+1 Total:10
Brian, you can do as you please with the above test roll - i.e. roll an opposed test against it, or just RP it how you want - but I thought I'd give you a roll to show you how earnest Seriand was in his offer.
[ooc]
Willpower test
Roll(1d12)+5: 12,+5 Total:17, Roll(1d6)+17: 5,+17 Total:22 Wow! I guess Edrahil definitely knows where his loyalties lie.
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The temptation was there ... Edrahil could not deny it. But he had been with his friends for too long and through too many perils to leave them now. He glanced at the group ... Dirnhael with his quiet strength ... Durgil and Fengel, whose courage defied their youth ... and Nain, whose loyalty to the group was without question, despite the recent setback with Durin's folk. It was unfortunate that the vision of the dwarves was so often clouded by riches. The elf's gaze next fell upon the young rogue who had so recently joined their ranks ... Edrahil was still unsure where Thermon's loyalties lay. He had proven true thus far, but would still require watching.
"For many months I have been with these men and our dwarven companion. While the lure of Lorien is strong, I must refuse your offer for the present, Seriand. They are all still young ... and trouble seems to often find them without the asking. For now, my path lies with them, to help as I may."
[ooc]
This is a bit out of order. I assume the exchange between Seriand and Edrahil occurs before the altercation between Fengel and Nain. Edrahil will not initially react to the punch thrown by Fengel ... allowing things to resolve themselves instead ... unless people start getting hurt, that is :)
A question: Edrahil recognized the power about Bain. Would he realize that Bain's lust was enhanced by the ring he wore? If so, it might be argued (to Fengel) that Bain never would have recognized Lunduf's sacrifice, blinded as he was.
OOC: Hey Brian, to answer your questions:
The altercation will have broken out during the dialogue between you and Seriand. So almostcomic relief, Edrahil is giving his insight as to men and dwarves and their youth, only to turn around and see a tall, blonde man going at it with fists with a squat dwarf! ;D
I can mentally picture the exchange that Seriand and Edrahil would offer each other then!
As far as the ring and its effects - you can give me a Lore: Elves test TN 20 to see if Edrahil remembers that Celebrimbor gave unto Durin's folk a ring. Next you can give me another test TN 25 to determine if word came to Lindon via Elf lore that the rings of power imparted on the dwarves a higher perpensity (sp?) for greed and hard headedness.
The ring itself is very secretive to Durin's line, and though he was wearing it, it is invisible to those that cannot will themselves to see it. So, the power that Edrahil was perceiving, even though it was immensely powerful, could have been coming from anywhere in the room.
[ooc]
ok here goes ...
Lore: History (Elves) TN 20
Bonus +9, Specialty +2
Roll(1d12)+11: 5,+11 Total:16 +6 (spend 2 Courage) = 22
Second roll ... TN 25
Bonus +9, Specialty +2
Roll(1d12)+11: 5,+11 Total:16 (not worth further Courage)
So we'll say that Edrahil is aware that a Ring of Power was gifted onto Durin's line (which means it is most likely held by Bain at present), but he really has no idea what the powers or effects of the ring might be.
I think Edrahil will just watch the proceedings for now ... he too is arrogant (actually Proud - there seems to be a lot of that going around) so he'll let them get over their petty squabbles on their own (interjecting would be somewhat beneath him) ;D
[Edit:] Hey Brian, I edited your post - don't forget your specialty bonuses.
Nain felt bad for his friends that they had been treated so badly by his Kin and their anger when it turned toward him was only to be expected.
In response to the newest member of the groups suggestion that he mine.
"I'm sorry that the gold is lost to us but if you thought that we'd be leaving there with more than that, no matter the fancy words bandied about, you're sadly mistaken. It was in the eyes of the guards that were carrying the treasure and in thei eyes of their King. I'm sad to call them kin. They've fallen to their greed. I was hoping that I could make them see their error but t'was not to happen this day. I only hope that someone can show them before they fall."
Nain was suprised by Fengel's delayed response. He was upset that his friends were taking the loss so hard but he was not about to fall to fighting with them. Fortunately Nain had fought many a drunken brawl in his day and he'd learned to take a punch or two. This time he thought it best to shake it off, especially since he hit about as hard as a little dwarf girl. There was remorsein his voice when he responded.
"Lunduf died saving my life. You may have travelled with him longer than I, but can any of you say that? I owed him a debt that none of you could even begin to understand. I know that he was a great dwarf and should be honored and lauded near and far. I will carry the story and his name and I will tell his story to many a dwarf. I carried the head of his axe here to the place of his birth to lay his soul to rest. His name and deeds will not soon be forgotten. BUT! Those covetous..."
Nain paused here for a moment. He was not an eloquent dwarf and his emotions were tearing at him. The words would not come to describe his outrage at the Dwarves of Durin's folk. A tear could be seen escaping his eye as he took a deep breath and started speaking again.
"They are not fit to call themselves dwarves and I will not sully his name by associating him with them."
This time in a slightly louder voice so that all of the company could hear him.
"I apologize for the reception that we were given by Durin's folk. I am sorry that you had to see the worst of the Dwarves."
Quote from: sdrotar on Jan 26, 2007, 08:43 PM
Dirnhael spent the next day nearer to Edrahil and Fengel, finding some solace in the company of his longtime comrades.
Once they had traveled away from the city of the dwarves, and tempers had calmed somewhat, Edrahil rode beside Dirnhael for a time. "I'm glad that our company remains true, despite the ill feelings from our visit with the dwarves. Nain showed admirable restraint after Fengel struck him ... and his words concerning the Durin's folk ... hmmm ... I sensed a great power within the throne room of King Bain. I have thoughts about it's origin, but I do not know for sure. We should not blame Nain for what happened, for our sendoff may have been exactly the same with or without his harsh words to the king. There may have been some other influence at work that we had no control over."
[ooc] Doug - it is fair to say this, based on the results of Edrahil's rolls?
OOC: I like it Brian. If Dirnhael inquires more, feel free to add more.
Quote from: Stefan on Jan 30, 2007, 05:44 AM
Nain felt bad for his friends that they had been treated so badly by his Kin and their anger when it turned toward him was only to be expected.
Nain was suprised by Fengel's delayed response. He was upset that his friends were taking the loss so hard but he was not about to fall to fighting with them. Fortunately Nain had fought many a drunken brawl in his day and he'd learned to take a punch or two. This time he thought it best to shake it off, especially since he hit about as hard as a little dwarf girl. There was remorsein his voice when he responded.
"Lunduf died saving my life. You may have travelled with him longer than I, but can any of you say that? I owed him a debt that none of you could even begin to understand. I know that he was a great dwarf and should be honored and lauded near and far. I will carry the story and his name and I will tell his story to many a dwarf. I carried the head of his axe here to the place of his birth to lay his soul to rest. His name and deeds will not soon be forgotten. BUT! Those covetous..."
Nain paused here for a moment. He was not an eloquent dwarf and his emotions were tearing at him. The words would not come to describe his outrage at the Dwarves of Durin's folk. A tear could be seen escaping his eye as he took a deep breath and started speaking again.
"They are not fit to call themselves dwarves and I will not sully his name by associating him with them."
This time in a slightly louder voice so that all of the company could hear him.
"I apologize for the reception that we were given by Durin's folk. I am sorry that you had to see the worst of the Dwarves."
Fengel looked at Nain, he was surprised that the dwarf did not retaliate. He listened to Nain, all the while his anger was still hot The words of the dwarf were sincere though and he was apparently saddened by the lust for gold of his kin and their unkindness to he and his companions, though Fengel felt Nain was obviously of the same blood. It took all that Fengel had to resist slugging Nain again, but with Nain's apologies, Fengel grit his teeth, shook his head and walked away. He didn't feel bad about the incident but new that they had been through many things together and Nain may have opportunity to prove himself a friend before their road ended.
OOC: Tomcat, I tried to take off a courage point for Fengel's short tempered flaw, but I couldn't find how to save the change.
OOC: Hey Paul, at the bottom of the character sheet will be two buttons - one to save, one to reset your changes. You need to sign in first to edit your character though.
There was a stunned silence after Fengel's confrontation with Nain, as the Dwarf's response was both shocking and obviously genuine. Dirnhael knew that when Men traveled, problems arose from time to time, and sometimes, a brief tussle is all that is needed to purge the frustration of the combatants. He knew so from first-hand experience; when he was younger and less worldly. While it wasn't the best way to solve problems, the fact is that it often worked, and who was he to argue with success?
"Then it is done," he said. "Let us be on our way, and save the rest of our...
enthusiasm for the Orcs."
Quote from: BrianM on Jan 30, 2007, 11:22 AM
Once they had traveled away from the city of the dwarves, and tempers had calmed somewhat, Edrahil rode beside Dirnhael for a time. "I'm glad that our company remains true, despite the ill feelings from our visit with the dwarves. Nain showed admirable restraint after Fengel struck him ... and his words concerning the Durin's folk ... hmmm ... I sensed a great power within the throne room of King Bain. I have thoughts about it's origin, but I do not know for sure. We should not blame Nain for what happened, for our sendoff may have been exactly the same with or without his harsh words to the king. There may have been some other influence at work that we had no control over."
"Indeed?" Dirnhael was surprised. It fit with what Nain had said, he supposed - and Edrahil certainly knew much more about such things than he.
"Perhaps there is a reason why the Dwarves do not permit many to visit their fair city, after all," he said with slight smile.
Quote from: sdrotar on Jan 30, 2007, 03:02 PM
"Perhaps there is a reason why the Dwarves do not permit many to visit their fair city, after all," he said with slight smile.
Edrahil returned the smile, and added "Fair ... is not the word that came to my mind. Though I suppose its because some prejudices are not so easily overcome. I for one do not wish to return to the realm of Durin's folk. Being so far underground was very ... disconcerting."