Ceawin allowed the companions another four days to rest from their previous travel before his van was to begin the crossing of Mirkwood. It was agreed that the caravan would stop at the Black Tarn and that the companions might be a little delayed based on Arbogast's needs, but that they would quickly catch up to the men of Sunstead. In all of the preparations and counsels, Radagast was not seen or heard from - the wizard had been gone into the wilds of Mirkwood.
Ceawin's company was smaller than it had been from its original crossing, as much of the group had dispersed. Lady Verwyne and her entourage had stayed in Woodland Hall after her wedding; others had had other purposes to perform for the Master and acting as emissaries made their way into the Anduin Vale and the other settlements that were there. The Lord of Sunstead was working hard to create the alliances and unions that would help propel his people, and the other Woodmen, into a strong future.
So with the five companions, the total number that would cross the Narrows was eighteen - including Ceawin. The sun was shining bright as they mounted in the shade under the canopy of woods that morning of the first day of September, 2951. The heat, though, was high as the air was still and many felt uncomfortable with the trek ahead of them.
It was decided that horses would be used to make the crossing for the narrows were said to be not as confining as the woods north or south of that region. Ceawin believed it would expedite the trip and so he paid the coin necessary to take ownership of the mounts. He then gave each of the companions their horse as payment for their services in the crossing. "I gift you each with these fine horses, but they are now yours to care for and upkeep."
Some of the companions worried about how the horses would handle themselves within the wood, especially if any of its denizens were encountered. Still, none balked at the gift.
It was thirty miles to the Black Tarn and Arbogast agreed with all the travelers that they were one day's travel to his home. Beyond that, the trip would take them at least ten more days barring no ill happenings.
:ooc: Crossing the Narrows
Total 110 miles but will be modified by x3 due to Severe terrain; horses normally not able to be ridden, so I am only giving a mounted travel rate of 30 (instead of 40 miles per day); so, total travel time will be 11 days minus any unforeseen events.
-Lore test to gain success dice at TN 14
-3 Fatigue tests (Travel) required at TN 18
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I hope my horse is a pony...... ;)
:00: Lore
Rolled 1d12 : 12, total 12
Rolled 1d6 : 5, total 5
:00: Travel 1
Rolled 1d12 : 8, total 8
Rolled 3d6 : 5, 5, 6, total 16
:00: Travel 2
Rolled 1d12 : 1, total 1
Rolled 3d6 : 2, 5, 2, total 9
:00: Travel 3
Rolled 1d12 : 5, total 5
Rolled 3d6 : 3, 1, 5, total 9
:ooc: Lore test first, for all PC's:
TN 14 Lore by PCArbogast will invoke his Mirkwood-lore trait for a normal auto-success
:00: Bandy 1d12 : 7, total 7
Rolled 3d6 : 3, 1, 3, total 7
:00: Esgalwen 1d12 : 12, total 12
Rolled 1d6 : 4, total 4
:00: Grimbeorn 1d12 : 4, total 4
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I just get one success die from the Lore right?
I'm adding it to Travel 3 roll
:00: Travel 3 + Success die
(http://rpg.avioc.org/boards/Themes/default/images/dice_warn.gif) This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d6 : 6, total 6
(edit: I posted at the same time as you, hence the tampered warning. My total for the third roll is 20)
:ooc: Yea, you get 1 success die for your roll, even though it is a :g:
ALSO - Idunn invoked her Mirkwood-lore to gain a normal auto-success on her lore test. She'll be able to use her success die for when she leaves the Black Tarn.
The party members have:
Arbogast - 1 Success die
Bandy - 1 Success die
Esgalwen - 1 Success die
Idunn - 1 Success die
Rorin - 1 Success die
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Travel tests for Company (except Rorin):
TN 18 Arbogast travel ♦♦○○○○:00: 1 1d12 : 11, total 11
Rolled 2d6 : 6, 6, total 12
:00: 2 1d12 : 12, total 12
Rolled 2d6 : 1, 1, total 2
:00: 3 1d12 : 7, total 7
Rolled 2d6 : 4, 5, total 9
TN 18 Bandy travel ♦♦○○○○:00: 1 1d12 : 10, total 10
Rolled 2d6 : 6, 5, total 11
:00: 2 1d12 : 2, total 2
Rolled 2d6 : 2, 6, total 8
:00: 3 1d12 : 11, total 11
Rolled 2d6 : 5, 5, total 10
TN 18 Esgalwen travel ♦♦♦○○○:00: 1 1d12 : 10, total 10
Rolled 3d6 : 2, 5, 5, total 12
:00: 2 1d12 : 3, total 3
Rolled 3d6 : 5, 4, 6, total 15
:00: 3 1d12 : 12, total 12
Rolled 3d6 : 1, 3, 6, total 10
TN 18 Grimbeorn travel ♦♦♦○○○:00: 1 1d12 : 9, total 9
Rolled 3d6 : 2, 1, 1, total 4
:00: 2 1d12 : 10, total 10
Rolled 3d6 : 6, 5, 5, total 16
:00: 3 1d12 : 9, total 9
Rolled 3d6 : 3, 3, 2, total 8
TN 18 Idunn travel ♦○○○○○:00: 1 1d12 : 6, total 6
Rolled 1d6 : 1, total 1
:00: 2 1d12 : 3, total 3
Rolled 1d6 : 6, total 6
:00: 3 1d12 : 4, total 4
Rolled 1d6 : 3, total 3
Rorin has been rolled.
Understand that there will be potentially no ill-effect from Travel tests between Rhosgobel and Black Tarn, unless I get some really bad rolls on Travel test 1 from all PC's.
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The party members have:
Arbogast -
1 Success dieBandy - 1 Success die
Esgawlen - 1 Success die
Idunn - 1 Success die
Rorin -
1 Success dieArbogast will use his success die
Rolled 1d6 : 4, total 4
I will apply the fatigue from travel over the narrative as we RP.
The first day and a half of travel was relatively easy. The heat of late summer was still hanging on, though the leaves had begun their transition from green to gold. The forest was becoming a wonderful splash of colors and leaves crunched under the hooves of the horses (and ponies). Some of the travelers thought it good omen to see the bright colors splashed with daylight, but those who knew the forest told themselves that it was a dangerous comfort. The forest of Mirkwood had its beauty, but it was deadly to those who did not take care under its boughs.
On the next day, with the sun in an unseen afternoon sky, the forest suddenly opened up to reveal a dark lake that mirrored the forest surrounding it. The water of the Black Tarn rippled with gold and amber, fire reds and fading greens. Frogs croaked; insects buzzed; and on its south shore sat the walled village of Amaleoda.
Arbogast felt his spirits rise quickly as he looked upon his home and smiled at the lake-men who fished with nets out on the water. The smell of burnt wood still hung on the village, but it was still here and still inhabited, which meant that his home was, too...hopefully. The smile faded as he wondered about Lindwine. Was she still here? Was she safe and healthy? Did he still have her favor? The Wood-man spurred his horse forward. He was part of Ceawin's traveling van, but this was his home and he could not wait any longer.
Children were the first to see them approach and herald their arrival. From their cries came the strong men and women of the Tarn in defense of the walls, or to welcome travelers, but the former was easily seen as the apparent purpose. Archers stood upon stands along the interior of the Tarn wall, while spearmen - and women - took up a stance at the gate. Arbogast waved and called to those he recognized, including she that had settled this area, the Lady Amaleoda. Behind him, Ceawin and his entourage came with smiles upon their faces.
Arbogast arrived first, sliding from his mount as he did. Amaleoda returned his welcome, "Arbogast! T'is been a summer since you set upon your way to Rhosgobel. Hopefully you come bearing good news and information that will aid us!"
Behind the Mistress of the Black Tarn stood a beautiful face that was draped with flowing blonde hair that mirrored the color of autumn gold. Eagerness could be seen in her eyes, but Lindwine did not move to him, allowing Amaleoda to speak.
The rest of the travelers began to dismount in the clearing of the gate. Ceawin called, "Amaleoda! Good fortunes be on your house! We have traveled far from Rhosgobel and would ask for the shelter of your walls."
Looking at Arbogast and telling him she would talk to him later, she stepped around him and moved to greet the Master of Sunstead to her hall.
:ooc: Ayrn - this is where you will be able to introduce Idunn into the story and you guys can put together how she knows Arbogast. She lives at Black Tarn and will join the company from here. I look forward to reading the RP interactions - feel free to be creative and fill in the Black Tarn with personalities and descriptions. I will add NPC narrative and dialogue as needed.
You will all learn that the Black Tarn has been attacked once more during the summer season by orcs out of the southern wood carrying sigils of the Blood Moon. Amaleoda will speak of men coming from Tyrant's Hill, by will of Mogdred, to offer the Tarn protection. Mogdred's people denied any knowledge of the Blood Moon and spoke that others, too, have been bothered by these orcs and men.
Finally, it will be told that fishing on the Black Tarn lake has become difficult over the summer season and that it seems that weeds and reeds are growing rampant. Fishermen spend as much time repairing torn nets, or those knotted with lake plants, as they do fishing. The women and children spend the hot summer days along the banks pulling reeds and weeds from the shallower waters. Still, though it has become a bit more work, the River Maidens have been good to the people of the Black Tarn and they all hope for a better summer next year, giving offerings to the Maidens each month.
So be sure to use the above facts in your narratives and dialogues. If anything clashes or is not exactly how things are, I will fix it, but please be creative and give dimension to this town.
Doug the travel tests did not roll our skill dice. Looks like it was added as a bonus instead of Die rolls.
:ooc: CRAP! You're right. I forgot how to enter my own damn dice roller code!
I will fix the posts above. Give me some time.
Also, my post above should answer your question regarding Idunn.
:ooc:
NEW results from travel tests| PC | | | DAY 1 | | | Day 2 | | | Day 3 | | | AP/Fatigue
character sheet |
| Arbogast | | | :~~: fail | | | :g: success | | | 20 success | | | :csu: |
| Bandy | | | 21 Great success | | | 10 fail | | | :~~: fail | | | :csu: |
| Esgalwen | | | 22 success | | | 18 Great success | | | :g: success | | | :csu: |
| Grimbeorn | | | 13 fail | | | 26 Great success | | | 17 fail | | | :csu: |
| Idunn | | | 7 fail | | | 9 fail | | | 7 fail | | | :csu: |
| Rorin | | | 24 Great success | | | 10 fail | | | 20 success | | | :csu: |
:ooc: I will work the :~~: encounter/hazards in after the Black Tarn visit
:ooc: oh great....just what we wanted.... ;D
:ooc: I will work in Tom's last post in Helm of Peace into this new thread, later tonight.
:ooc: OK doug. I had some things too, but I'll wait for you. I'll be free tomorrow and near my books to fiddle with some things.
:ooc: don't wait for me, Tom. If you have stuff in your head, get it out. I can work things out.
The grand and public embrace of Caewin and Amaleoda is mirrored by a quieter one as, all thought of the road and the Fellowship forgotten, Arbogast gathers Lindwine into his arms. His heart pounds like a drum as he smells the familiar scents that linger in her hair, and feels her hands - still damp from the morning's work by the Tarn - rest upon his back. For a while the two lovers exist apart from the business of the Fellowship's arrival, their embrace at a remove from all else in Middle-Earth.
Then the moment passes. Lindwine's hands slip beneath Arbogast's shirt, feeling the remains of a wound yet to fully heal.
"I will live," says the Fire-watcher. "We will live, here between the trees and the water. You and I together. But I cannot abide here nearly as long as I desire, for I have vowed to accompany the Lord of the Sunstead on his return home." He cannot fail to mark the hurt and disappointment in her eyes.
"But what of you, my love? How do you fare?" He looks her up and down, noticing the marks of new cares about her eyes, and the signs of much hard work on her hands.
He does not expect the dismissive shrug he receives in return, nor for her to pull back from him. "The raiders came again - Men and orcs alike bearing the mark of the blood moon. But others among us know the shieldwall song, and we drove them from the gates once more. Now, I am well. We are well. And there are nets that must be mended before the day is done."
With a sad smile, she disappears back through the gates. Arbogast stands, confused and forlorn, until he spies Idunn, kinswoman and confidant to Lindwine, amongst the crowd. He approaches her, eyes wide in unspoken question.
The Hobbit gazed around the Black Tarn while the meetings of the big folk were being made. The Hobbit saw that the stockade had been roughly repaired while work of a more permanent nature was still being undertaken. The scorched timbers of the houses had been pulled down and used to repair first the walls, and then the houses were built anew, while the stockade was repaired and strengthened. Also throughout the village there were small piles of supplies covered by oil cloth and tarpaulins. The product, the Hobbit assumed, of his relief effort to the north. Apparently the Woodmen of the North had responded to Bandy's call for aid and goods had floated down the river to the profit of all.
"OI! Master Bracegirdle!" a hue was raised in the direction of the Hobbit. He took his gaze from the stockade and saw the hailing hand beckoning him.
The man walked up to the Hobbit and bent at the waist in order to address him, "Well met Halfling, it is good to see you, though many in Wilderland would know you by that hat if not by your deeds."
It took a moment but Bandy soon recalled the man who spoke to him, Bradán, a river boat captain that traded along the river.
"Captain Bradán, how may I be of service to you?"
"I heard that you have come from Rhosgobel, any news from Ingomer or the Brown Wizard?"
The man seemed over eager to hear what the Hobbit said and seemed to come right to his point.
"No I am afraid. I spoke to Ingomer, but it was little in the way of news. Radagast has not been seen in quite some time it appears, which is news enough I guess."
The river captain scratched at his chin and frowned.
"
What is troubling you? I am not labeled as one of the wise in Wilderland, but I am well-traveled."
Bradán looked to the lake, "well it's like this. I have plyed the path of this river all of my life. Seldom did I come down this far before for any time because up until the Black Tarn here was built there was no need. I don't suppose you noticed, but there is a landing that has been built where the river meets the lake. Part of the timber that was to rebuild the Tarn had to be spared to build the dock and a landing. One by one the river boat captains decided that they wouldn't cross the lake and unloaded their good there for the folk of the Black Tarn to ferry here on their own. I thought it queer myself, but now I am the last of the upper river men who will bring his boat all the way across the lake. I cant explain it, but the lake has a different feel now then the river did. I have my whole life spent my days in the waters of one of the three sisters. I have seen the middle sister, Sunshadow, several times myself."
At this the river boat captain blushed. "I even had wine with her upon a once, but that is another story."
"I cant explain it any plainer than that Master Bracegirdle, the lake has taken a strange turn and perhaps the folk that know her best are accustomed to it, or perhaps they don't notice. In regular times I would have passed the word on to the Brown Wizard myself, but he seems to be too busy for the small matters of the Woodmen now."
The Hobbit was troubled in his heart, but he smiled to the man. "I shall let him know as soon as I see him and if you have any other word for me let me know. Everyone here knows the forge of Rorin, word can be left for me there. Anything you hear in your travels along the river may be of use to me, for I much desire to speak with Radagast as well."
Bandy despaired for the moment of ever seeing the Shire again. The wider world was appearing much darker than Mr. Baggins suggested, and it seemed to be growing darker. Where was Radagast? When would he return? How long would the shadow grow with the failing of another year?
I must speak with Rorin, thought the Hobbit, and tell him all that I have heard. He has more sense than the Big Folk. The Halfling sought out his companion and absent mindedly his hand strayed to the hilt of the blade he received in Mountain Hall from the doorwarden as a parting gift.
Grimbeorn rode in last, making sure all who traveled entered the safety of the village. He thought this place was much like the other Woodmen villages -- a little distinct from the rest (the burnt parts notwithstanding) but all with much commonality. He hearkened back to the lands of the Beornings and those settlements in the south parts where many descendants of Woodmen have come to live have some similar styles as well. Stirred from his musing, he led his into the village last on foot, following the final rider of Ceawin's entourage. Once inside, he looked to his steed and helped others as needed. As soon as he shook the dust from his feet and cleaned up as much as a Beorning may, he joined Ceawin's party to keep an eye on things and if there was mead to be had, all the better.
Quote from: Eclecticon on Jun 07, 2016, 08:27 PMWith a sad smile, she disappears back through the gates. Arbogast stands, confused and forlorn, until he spies Idunn, kinswoman and confidant to Lindwine, amongst the crowd. He approaches her, eyes wide in unspoken question.
Idunn smiled softly at her cousin's lover, her eyes sad. "You have been missed, friend." Sindjarfr scooted around the shield maiden and nuzzled up next to Arbogast, licking his hand. "By more than just my cousin it would seem. Come away for a moment, for there are affairs of your home which you must know."
Drawing the returning warrior aside and away from the fan-fair for a moment, Idunn looked Arbogast over for a moment, appraising his body and spirit. "You were missed at the shield wall, friend. We were attacked again. Orcs and men bearing the blood moon once more. It has taken a toll on our clan's spirit... some more than others." Her gaze drifted towards where Lindwine had trailed away.
"Your Lindwine is grieving, Arbogast," she said as she faced him once more. "She was carrying your child when the raiders came in July... her belly was just beginning to swell, her face was radiant and beautiful for new hope. But the grim terror of fire and blood, the toil of rebuilding once more... she lost the child soon after."
"I have tended to her body, Arbogast. But it is her spirit that is burdened. The news that you will be leaving again, and so soon, adds to the weight of her grief. I know it can not be helped. Radagast has told me that we must continue on with Caewin. But I would counsel you to go to her and spend what time you have here with your love. She has begun to build a wall around her heart, but I believe if you call at her gate persistently and with a gentle voice, she may yet allow you in."
"Go, my friend!" she urged the warrior. "Your companions will be fine without you this evening."
:ooc: Assuming Arbogast takes his leave of her... Idunn goes in search of Bandy.
As Arbogast took his leave, Idunn sighed and turned her attention to the rest of the company that had arrived. She searched upon the riders for the hobbit. Radagast had been insistent she seek him out first.
Turning in amongst the crowd, Idunn nearly tripped over the wee man. "Master Bandy," she cried out. "I have been looking for you. My people call me the Heron. And I bring word to you from the Brown Wizard. He was here three nights past. I was to tell you that he had received your message by way of your mutual feathered friend."
Pulling the hobbit aside, and bends to whisper in his ear. "He shares your concern, Master Bandy, and believes Caewin is on a fool's errand."
Drawing back up to her full self, she continued. "Still he would urge you to continue on. It is likely that Caewin we need you all yet, before his errand is through. The Wizard would urge you to take courage and caution in equal measure."
Placing a hand on the wee man's shoulder, she smiles at him, "By the looks of things, you have both in abundance. Still, Radagast regrets not being able to accompany you in this journey. His business lies to the south and east for the moment. The bloody ghost was skulking around here recently and he seemed eager to try and find the creature."
Idunn paused for a moment to let Bandy take in her news. "However, he has asked me to join you in his stead, poor as I am. I pray Sindjarfr and I might help bolster your spirits as we journey together."
Quote from: Posterboy on Jun 09, 2016, 11:01 PM"Your Lindwine is grieving, Arbogast," she said as she faced him once more. "She was carrying your child when the raiders came in July... her belly was just beginning to swell, her face was radiant and beautiful for new hope. But the grim terror of fire and blood, the toil of rebuilding once more... she lost the child soon after."
"I have tended to her body, Arbogast. But it is her spirit that is burdened. The news that you will be leaving again, and so soon, adds to the weight of her grief. I know it can not be helped. Radagast has told me that we must continue on with Caewin. But I would counsel you to go to her and spend what time you have here with your love. She has begun to build a wall around her heart, but I believe you call at her gate persistently and with a gentle voice, she may yet allow you in."
"Go, my friend!" she urged the warrior. "Your companions with be fine without you this evening."
:ooc: Freakin' awesome! I love how these PC's evolve. Keep it up!
We are going with Idunn being River blooded - it just might not
mechanically happen until her next advancement.
Bandy looked at the women but did not speak for a long moment.
"I wish that I could say that your tidings were good, but they are at least news. Radagast has not been himself since that long journey into the south and the woods seem to have grown darker as well. I just heard news too that a riverman is troubled by the Tarn and some of the folk from upriver will no longer sail or pole upon her. I am concerned very much by this enterprise lady. Please do not take this as an insult, but the folk of Wilderland, much like my own, may be country wise but their lore and history is not very deep. Much of the past is retold in story and little of it is written or recorded. Even the graves of kings are soon forgot and there are few here even among the woodmen that know fully and rightly the tales of their sires. I say this not in judgment, but only that of the long wars against the enemy much lore in how to combat him has been lost through time. There are few that know the right ways and the wrong ways to combat his power. The slaying or orcs and spiders is a great feat and requires skill, but the defeat of the unquiet dead is a different foe and sword and arrow alone will not avail us. I am glad to hear that Radagast is about in the world and working, but I am afraid that he could send no better counsel. If this errand were not so pressing I would try to find the folk of Orophin and to gain more knowledge of these things, as other than Radagast I know of no others who could speak wisely about such matters. In fact when this business is done and we are east of the wood I will ask my friends to travel north to seek the counsel of the elves. Grimbeorn alone of all of us have gone north and while he has a strong arm and a keen blade I am sure it wasn't lore that he sought there, but instead delivered the news of the passing of Orophin. Come let us take counsel with the Company of the Helm."
Bandy motioned to the lady and went to seek Esgalwen, Rorin, and Grimbeorn.
"Good friends, I bear news, tidings, and a companion..."
Bandy quickly related all that he had learned and what he thought about a journey north.
Our child...
Arbogast feels Idunn's news like the blow of a fist. It is all he can do to mumble "I must go..." to Bandy before he slips away from Caewin's party and the Fellowship.
He does not mark how his neighbours move from his path, nor the expressions on their faces - variously sympathetic and full of harsh judgement - for at this hour he has eyes for only one person in all the world.
He finds her by the fishing boats, some of which bear the scars of arrows on their strakes. She works unseeing, her fingers knotting the sun-stiff fibres of the nets without the direction of her mind. Arbogast sheds his pack and wargear as quietly as he may, and kneels before her. When she looks up, her expression is neutral, betraying no pain, nor anger, nor any other hint of what turmoil may lie beneath. She returns to her work without a word. Moments later, Arbogast joins her. For the things of this world will ever need mending, and broken hearts must drive bodies ever on.
:ooc: Doug, should I be making a corruption test?
:ooc: Hey Paul, are you asking me if you should roll for corruption due to the loss of the child? Or is it some other reason that I missed in the narrative (although I have read back through a couple time)?
If due to the child, you tell me. Would Arbogast be potentially affected in such a way that he would gain Shadow due to the child's death? I can see where he might, but he is your PC and I am going to let you decide whether or not he needs to test against corruption.
For me it goes two ways:
1) Arbogast is enraged by the loss and wishes to take vengeance on all things related to the Shadow (orcs, evil men, shadow creatures, etc.), but it is not an unhealthy rage. Granted he might be more bitter and moody, but the anger is turned on those who are culprits.
2) Arbogast is enraged by the loss of the child and sinks within himself to a dark place (corruption) and turns this anger and potential violence on anyone that might stir him up, whether they be friend or foe. This engenders the Madness rules.
In the second circumstance, I see a corruption test needed. The first situation might become darker, but for now he is just lashing out at those responsible.But as I said, I am going to leave it to you to decide on which path Arbogast will walk with this anger and desire for revenge.
It was not Amaleoda's immediate desire to meet with Ceawin, but the rules of hospitality between the clans overrode her other needs. The duty of hostess came first, especially with the guest being another chieftain from another village. The Black Tarn Hall must be turned out and made available to her dignified guests.
And so it was that the Company found themselves alone after most of two days of travel with the Sunstead entourage. Arbogast called the Tarn home, but he had faded away after receiving some apparently bad news, of which he did not speak. The remaining companions decided to follow Bandy about, as the Hobbit had spent time with Arbogast staying in his home.
The trio walked behind the Hobbit as he pointed out what was what and who was who. He took them directly to Arbogast's home, but the man was not there. He shared in the business that the Wood-man had started and all could see the neglect that stemmed from his time away. Finally, they went to the southern palisade where the town had experienced two incursions by enemies. The wall was made of wood and had stands along its inside length to allow archers, or spearmen, to perch and defend. Each stand had a ladder that allowed the climb and the companions could see that a few were occupied with sentries.
There was a southern gate, though it was mostly in ruin now having been burnt and broken twice. Outside the gate, a dike had been dug along the entire length of the outer wall, which gave an extra five feet of height that any attacker would need overcome. Around the entrance was the remains of homes that were destroyed and abandoned, but there were also those folk that were building anew. The companions could see that the people were not yet broken of spirit.
Esgalwen looked at the simple defenses and thought of Ithilien and her ranger companions. This was the manner now in which they built and defended themselves in that fair land. No longer were the great stone works of yesteryear, by the hands of Númenóreans, the fashion of her people. Yes, there were great holds like Minas Tirith and Dol Amroth, or even the ruin of Osgiliath, but Gondor no longer had the time or the resources to build new fortresses. The shadow of Minas Morgul fell over her mind and she thought of the stories that she had been told of its early days when Isildur had had it built and the many years it stood as bulwark against Mordor.
She smiled and spoke to no one in particular, "If only we had the strength of yesterday..."
"What's that you say," said one of her companions.
"What?" asked Esgalwen coming out of her reverie. The question was repeated. "Oh...I was just thinking of my home far away. The white towers of Minas Tirith shine with the coming of each morning, beautiful in their work and strength. I was looking at these simple walls and wishing that they were not needed, but if so that we had the strength of old to work the stone and land like once before."
"That was never the way of our folk," said a new voice. All turned to see Idunn. The woman had followed them and watched for a while, but now joined them. "Always has the Wood-men of the Vale been a simple folk, living in simple houses of wood."
The Gondorian smiled, "Yes of course. Still, what I wouldn't give for forty stone-wrights of my homeland, along with carpenters, architects, and more! What wondrous things could they construct for your people to help defend and keep safe. If not my fellow men of Gondor, than a company of Rorin's folk or those of Orophin's people."
"Who is Orophin?" asked Idunn.
"He was a friend," answered Esgalwen. "A friend from the Elven realm to the north."
That seemed to delight Idunn, "I have never met an Elf in all my days under these woods. Even in Rhosgobel, I have not had the chance to meet any of the Silvan-folk. The master of that land has had many dealings with King Thranduil, but I have never seen any of his people."
"Rhosgobel is where we met Orophin," said Bandy, "during the Folk-moot."
Idunn's brow furrowed, "I was present at the moot, but I did not see any Elves. Sad. Of course my duties were not to the moot itself, but to my studies."
"Studies," inquired Grimbeorn.
"I have studied under Radagast for many years now in the arts of healing."
The conversation continued...
:ooc: You guys may pick up on this thread and do a little more RP'ing. If no one adds anything by tomorrow, I will move the story on. I will answer for Idunn until Ayrn gets back from his travels.
:ooc: Okay, quick corruption test. Per TOR p 223, I suspect he'll only gain a corruption point if he fails
and rolls a :~~:
DC 14 Wisdom 3:00: 1d12 : 4, total 4
Rolled 3d6 : 3, 2, 3, total 8
"I am afraid the arts of healing are only a portion of what we need right now. From everything we have seen and heard the shadow is stirring. I dont know if it is growing or just thrashing about, but times seem to be growing darker. The Company of the Helm needs to grow mighty indeed, for there are few it seems who will venture far from their walls. As hesitant as I am to say it Mogred seems to be the only one who is actively trying to confront things. His motives are suspect and we still dont know for sure if he is a bulwark or an advisary. The Blood Moon Orcs dont seem to be in league with him, but they grow bolder none the less. I wish Ceawin had not involved us in this helm bussiness as goblins are a threat we have some skill to deal with."
Quote from: Eclecticon on Jun 14, 2016, 07:11 PM:ooc: Okay, quick corruption test. Per TOR p 223, I suspect he'll only gain a corruption point if he fails and rolls a :~~:
:ooc: I guess the situation does call for a test, per the rules.
I should have read my book! ;D
"Yes, orcs are a menace to be dealt with but they are menace that is more easily known and matched than any spirit or shade that defiles those during the Long Sleep. They have a power of corruption that is like their master that fled Dol Guldur. That corruption is a pestilence that can spread on wings faster and more subtly than ravaging orcs. If we must grow mighty as you say, then we shall," assured Grimbeorn.
In the dark-timbered hall of Sweartmereseld, Caewin's party enjoys the hospitality of the household of Amaleoda. Arbogast does not join the feast in celebration of the Hall's guests. Instead he keeps his station by Lindwine's side, clumsily mending nets and pulling weeds. He allows the conversation to flow between them like a river - finding its own easiest course until the wild, tumbling passion is spent. They speak but little of great things, preferring news of home and news of far abroad, and Lindwine's kin bring them fish, cheese and ale from the hall almost unnoticed.
It is late at night, and their talk has moved in its great, slow meanderings for some time when she lays her head on his shoulder. Before them, the moonlight shines, white as fish bellies, from the rippling waters of the Black Tarn. The silence between them is easy, as once it was. Only then does Lindwine whisper:
If grief could burn out
Like sunken coals,
Our hearts would rest quiet,
Our un-rent souls
Be still as the moon.
But I have watched all night
Our fires grow silent,
Their grey ash soft.
As we stir what stubborn flint
The flames have left,
So grief stirs, and our deft
Hearts beat on, impotent.
"I share your grief," says Arbogast, after a respectful pause, "for it is mine to share. Yet I know, as I know that you do, that it shall not last. It is not so long since I too felt the weight of grief and shame bearing me down, before a sublime dawning, with you, on this very shore."
"You were healed then."
"I was. So may it be for you."
"So may it be," she says, as their eyes meet. "And yet, the fear cannot entirely leave my heart while you are gone from here."
"That I know," he replies. "And my fear for you remains as long as I tarry elsewhere."
At this, she widens her eyes in mock-offence as she pulls her head away from his. "Fear for me? Foolish Fire-watcher! Know you not that I am a daughter of Mirkwood, just as you are its son, and that I have survived its various menaces as long as you?"
It is with considerable relief that he feigns confusion and says "Concern, then? Or perhaps a great respect and admiration, that grows each time I venture afar?"
At this, she gives a proud nod before resting once more against him.
"It matters little what precise thing you may feel for me, so long as I know that you shall return."
"That I shall," he replies. "Come brimstone and darkness, yet I shall return to you."
And with this, they allow their burdens to be put aside for a time, and long weariness to overtake them.
*****
The half-light of a nearing dawn finds the two sleeping where they lay, wrapped in Arbogast's rough travelling cloak against the chill of early Autumn. As they lie, lost in quiet dreams, a maiden steps forth from the water. No ripples does she make as her toes leave the lapping waves, and no traces does she leave in the damp soil of her passing. Silently, and heedless of the cold on her damp skin, she approaches the two lovers. She regards them quizzically for a time. Then, as the black herons begin to call in the dawn, she reaches down and rests a hand on Lindwine's belly.
She retreats to the Tarn with a slight smile, satisfied that her kinswoman will yet be fruitful.
:ooc: Dude, that rocked!
Game update tonight.
:ooc: Thanks Doug. I promise to tone it down for a bit now.
Her name was not spoken by men, but often was thanks and praise bestowed upon her by the folk of the Black Tarn. If it were to be said in the common tongue of men, she would be named Duskwater and she was the oldest and wisest of her sisters. Long had the Dusky River and the Black Tarn been watched over by these spirits of nature - the three River Maidens. The youngest and most shy was Silverbell, who was seen most often in the fast-flowing upper part of the Dusky River. Only rarely did she appear, and only to children or those who were especially kind or in need. The second maiden was Sunshadow and of her it was said that she would sometimes guide the Woodmen boats past danger, or make merry with them - thus were some Woodmen descended from her dalliances. Amaleoda had started a spring and autumnal offering to all of the River Maidens and so with each season, the people would go out upon the lake and songs were sung in praise and tokens were dropped into the dark waters as gifts.
Long had Duskwater brought the Woodmen tidings of danger; when spiders crept around the lake, or the Werewolf roamed close, the maiden of the lake would warn the fisher-folk of their peril. But all of that had stopped recently. Duskwater had made herself scarce to the Woodmen, her sisters, and even to Radagast with whom she had many dealings. The Black Tarn had begun to fill with reeds and underwater plants, which knotted nets and rudders, and the fish that had once been in abundance seemed scarce. It was earlier in the year that the River Maiden had been caught by surprise, as she waded near the surface of a tributary that stretched into Mirkwood. The Nazgûl had used dark, binding spells to hold her and then he brought her to Tyulqin - one of the great spiders of Mirkwood. Between the two dark captors, Duskwater was wrapped in a dark magic and web that poisoned her mind, turning her against the Woodmen, her sisters and the wizard. Many secrets did she reveal, too, though it was not her wish.
Now the eldest River Maiden watched from the mired reeds of the Black Tarn as her sister, Sunshadow, left the shore where the two lovers had spent the evening. It had been in her heart to have the weeds of the lake reach out and grab them as they slept, and draw them into its dark depths - but her sister had been present, and Duskwater did not yet wish to confront her siblings. So with envy and resentment, she watched as Sunshadow dove deep and then she, too, submerged and began to weave magic of her own. The taint of the Shadow was in every evocation and so the Black Tarn would die a little more.
Arbogast awoke alone, but a message lay in his open hand. It was a flower of golden yellow, like butter cream, and it bloomed all year round along the river where the sun could find it. It was named Bladhriam by the men of Mirkwood, but to lore masters who knew of times past, it was called Ephanial. It was fragrant and its colors were seen even when the white of snow clung to the land.
He sat up and looked at the beautiful flower and smiled at the memory of past eve. She had returned to her duties already, and so must he. Standing, the Fire-watcher walked back into the village and to the main hall where he was sure his friends would be.
Arbogast entered the large hall. It was quiet inside, as most of the Tarn-folk were out about their daily business. Voices were subdued, save for Amaleoda who stood at the end of her table as she talked to two carpenters and a mason. The Fire-watcher saw his other companions at the other end of the hall sitting outside on its northern stoop. The Hobbit was animated and laughing, all the while blowing plumes of smoke.
He got new pipeweed, thought Arbogast, smiling to himself.
"Your apprentices are fast making bricks?" asked the lady chieftain.
"Aye, Amaleoda, we have almost two hundred bricks baking along the lake's eastern shore. The children have been gathering coarse grasses and the clay on the eastern shore is the perfect resource."
"Good," she nodded. "As soon as we have a high enough count I want the wood-works and gates to be reinforced with brick. We have at least two more months before winter kicks in and I will not have weak gates for anymore raids. Understood?"
The group of artisans all nodded. Arbogast wondered if Esgalwen had been making suggestions to his chieftain, as to what building materials should be applied. Surely, wood was the predominant resource and could make strong walls and gates. They just needed time to construct these things. They needed people, too. As many people that had come to the Black Tarn over the last three years, the same amount had left due to the threats out of the southern woods.
Arbogast noticed that he was seen by Amaleoda and she waved him over. She went right to business, "So...it was not my intent to entertain the Lord of Sunstead last night, but such is the task when he rides up to my door. I hear that you are hired into his entourage to travel across the forest to his hall. Is this true?"
A nod.
"So, we will pass another season without you here. I sent you to Rhosgobel because I thought the Brown Wizard had something of great import for our home here on the Black Tarn. Instead, I find it was to send you off on a fool's errand. Arbogast - I need able-bodied people here to help us build. To help us protect what we have built!" The Fire-watcher could see her getting agitated. "Things are strange. The lake fills with foul plant-growth. The fish have become scarce. The River Maidens no longer hear are calls or accept our gifts. Twice more have we been attacked!"
These last few words were loud and echoed in the empty hall causing the companions to all stop talking and look.
"Not men this time, bur orcs. Orcs out of the south, but with the same sigil as the men that had come before. Something evil allies against us. Mogdred and his people have come and try to extort us for food stuffs and trade goods for protection! It makes me wonder if that man is both the maker of these struggles and the provider of relief."
Arbogast was wondering where Amaleoda was going with her conversation. The tidings for the Black Tarn were grim and she seemed desperate.
"I cannot ask you to break your contract with that man and his foolish goal, but I ask that you return to us post haste. You have a home here. You have a life. Arbogast, you must come back to it lest it be lost from you."
The other companions now stood and listened to the subdued words between their friend and his leader. They all were contemplating the trip that would recommence with the coming of the next two mornings. Ceawin was in a rush to get home.
"I shall not tarry long to the east," Arbogast responds. "For my purpose holds to see my home grow, and to watch the flourishing of those I would call kin. When your strong gates are wrought, I will be the first to lend my arm to their defence."
Not for the first time does he feel a rush of antipathy towards the Lord of the Sunstead, whose foolishness seems plain to all but himself, and those he ought to protect. It is not dampened by the mention of Mogdred's name.
Damn him, he thinks. That he should be so proud - he that is but lord of an ill-wrought hall upon an ill-starred hill! Are the gifts of far-off Gondor not enough for him, that he feels he must leave us no peace and demand what little we have here?
Coming to the side of his friend, Grimbeorn spoke. "Arbrogast doesn't go with the Lord of Sunstead because he desires it more than being here, quite the contrary. He goes for the same reason you would have him here, to protect and defend his people. The matter in Sunstead is one that needs attending lest it spread to other lands we fear, including this one. This is the reason for his offer -- our offer -- of assistance." Putting a meaty hand to his friend's shoulder. "Do not begrudge him overmuch for his sense of duty and loyalty."
:ooc: That's right! Grudge not, lest ye be grudged also!
"I begrudge him nothing, Grimbeorn," said Amaleoda - her mood not improved by the unity shown by Arbogast's companions. "I only fear the pain he will know should all be lost here, for certain there are those of the Black Tarn that will not leave even if it is to fade back into these woods."
With that the chieftain strode from her hall. It was a new day and there were many things to be done.
:ooc: I am leaving this thread for you all to add to as you please - Ceawin will be moving on in two days. Add any normal life type posts you wish to, but I am going to start our transit post tonight. We have two eyes that were rolled for travel and so I need to plan out those two hazards.
Until tonight...
Grimbeorn sighed and shook his head. He understood her fears but still believed in the task they set out to do. "I am sorry if I made things worse for you, Arbogast. Is there anything we can help you with before we are to leave?"
Arbogast shakes his head. "No, my friend. What you see her is the stubborn will that brought about this hall, and has kept it strong these past years. It will stand under the guardianship of Amaleoda for another season, with or without me. And she will have cause to be glad of a favour owed. Of that I have no doubt."
Idunn stood in the background through the conversation between Amaleoda and Arbogast. The shieldmaiden remembered a similar word with her chief not two days ago, when Idunn shared her intentions with Amaleoda to travel with Caewin's party when he arrived.
"She is right though," the Woodswoman spoke up quietly. "The Firewatcher's axe has been missed, as has his spirit. Foul things are working against us here... a shadow is lengthening down the Dusky River and looking to snuff out the light and life. And here we are, making plans to leave...
Idunn gave her head a shake, gathering her resolve, "And leave we must. You are right, Lord Grimbeorn. Lord Caewin needs our aid... the Brown Wizard believes it true, though likely we will be rescuing him from his own pride.
"Still, while we are here, let us not waste the hours of the day while it is still called day. Perhaps it might ease Amaleoda's spirit if we were to throw our lot in here whole-heartedly for the now? I have heard that the Lord of Sunstead intends to leave two days from now. I'm sure we can find something to keep our hands from idleness while we wait.
"Perhaps, Lord Grimbeorn and Master Rorin, you could give aid to the artisans in the making of the bricks? I'm sure they will gladly welcome your strong arms and skilled hands.
"Lady Esgalwen and Master Bandy, I would be most glad if you might help me gather, prepare and deliver some herbs to help the ailing and the wounded. I suspect your beauty and joy-filled spirit might actually be just the right remedy for some of my people."
She did not add Arbogast. She was confident the Woodsman would know best how to fill his time.
The mention of the title "Lord" seemed to make Grimbeorn uncomfortable, yet he was glad to help in any way he could. Just lounging idle didn't sit well with him. "Before we are off, could you tell us more about what has been transpiring here? The Shadow spreads here, how so? Has anyone been able to determine its cause?"
:ooc: Seeing as Grimbeorn is talking to Idunn, I will leave this to be finalized by Posterboy.
Understand, no one is yet aware that the eldest River maiden has been corrupted - not even the Brown Wizard. The effects are only now starting to be felt as she no longer aids the folk of the Black Tarn, she chases the fish from the lake, and she allows the moss and reeds to tangle thickly in its waters.
No other ill is being felt.
As for other shadow plagues - orcs and evil men.
So, please go with the conversation and finalize this narrative as you guys want to do - I have obviously moved the story into the next phase, but don't want to leave loose ends.