OOC: I am not sure if Kory is still playing, but I am going to post for Nain until I hear from him.
Nain was proud of himself for having packed up his pony in expectation of departing Bree - now it seems his efforts were not in vain. The Dwarf quickly sprinted out of the Barrow and down the hill only to return minutes later with a good length of sturdy rope in hand. He quickly secured one end to one of the heavy wooden statues and let the other fall down into the darkness. This done, Nain looked up at his comrades with a questioning gaze... who would go first?
OOC: I'll let Kory know he is back up, he's been really busy with work the past couple months.
Seriand looked to the others as the rope was secured. With his wits nearly shot Seriand still knew that it was his fault Edrahil was alone. "I shall go first." With a heavy hand Seriand reached for the roap and began his decent...
Dirnhael nodded to Seriand, and when the Elf reached the bottom, he dropped a torch for him to catch.
The Dunadan quickly slid down the rope after him and readied his sword and shield.
OOC: Just to reiterate, Durgil will be the last to go down.
OOC: Sorry for disappearing, As Shawn mentioned it's been crazy around here. I'll try to keep up.
IC:
Not to be outdone by his companions, Especially an Elf, Nain followed quickly down the rope. As he reached the bottom he unslung his axe. It may be of little use against the denizens of the barrow if the were to take offence at the presence of the living, but it helped ward off the fear that the place seemed to exude.
OOC: Are you guys ignoring my posts, or have they just been stupid? Fengel has asked a few important questions and no one wants to answer.
Quote from: Palandil on Jan 16, 2006, 11:42 AM
OOC: Are you guys ignoring my posts, or have they just been stupid? Fengel has asked a few important questions and no one wants to answer.
OOC: I think they've just been missed by us...sorry man.
Quote from: Palandil on Jan 16, 2006, 11:42 AM
OOC: Are you guys ignoring my posts, or have they just been stupid? Fengel has asked a few important questions and no one wants to answer.
OOC: Nothing you have written is stupid at all Palandil, get that junk outta your brain. As Wiseman said, I think people have just missed them and at times you might need to reiterate. But as far as your posts go in the last thread:
1) I think the only thing needing answered that wasn't is you taking the 'treasures' and trying to draw off the Wights. I will leave that for your comrades here to discuss with you, but otherwise we should be square.
In either case, people are starting down the rope and here is my question to you all - are you guys going down to the bottom level? or to the second?
Let me know...
Tomcat
OOC: Seriand is going to the 2nd level. Make sure he's not there and then we might proceed down to 3rd.
OOC: Cool, that is all I needed to know for my next narrative - expect it tonight (or later this afternoon).
Thanks
Quote from: Wiseman on Jan 16, 2006, 01:17 PM
OOC: Seriand is going to the 2nd level. Make sure he's not there and then we might proceed down to 3rd.
OOC:
Wiseman - Makes sense to me. Take it one level at a time.
Stefan - Nice to have you back! :)
Palandil - Certainly wasn't ignoring you, bud. I forgot to respond about the "treasures" one... it was in my head, but I got busy with work and forgot to post. Sorry. I think that once the wights have captured the living, they generally prefer to use them in rituals - ones that turn out bad for the living. ;) At this point, while they'd certainly like their goodies back, we may be more in need of Fengel's sword than anything else. That's my two cents, at least.
OOC: Ok, sorry for the whining.
Fengel Stands guard with Durgil, as the others decend the rope. Then with a nod to Durgil he sheaths Cerduil and swings out over the edge.
With a heavy sigh, Durgil puts away his weapon, quickly descends as soon as the way is clear. Once he is able, he draws his blade once more.
OOC: Nains just following the Elf. And his excuse about not answering the questions about treasures is that he was out getting the rope ;)
OOC: Sorry for the delay! Been busy...
Hey Palandil to answer one of your questions a bit ago, Edrahil has placed the enchantment on everyone in the Company (but Nain, cuz he hadn't joined yet) with the ability of Calling. This allows said individual to call to Edrahil and he will hear although he may be to far away to do anyting about it. It doesn't happen in reverse though; the only way he could call to you is by using Farspeaking.
Seriand's feet come to rest 10' down on a second level of the barrow hill; presumably the second barrow that could be seen from the outside. The torch held over his head, the Elf looked about while next Dirnhael and then Nain came down, to only be followed by Fengel and Durgil. The Eothraim still had the bag of trinkets grasped in his fist.
The group, now with two torches lighting their surrounds, looked around and saw a less formal and what appeared to be a much older burial chamber. It was round room with nothing within except a large, mottled, wooden sarcophagus. The ornamentation that was ensconced on its sides was now faded and rotten, although traceries of silver and gold could still be seen shining through. There was a lone passage similar to the one that the Company had entered above that extended out towards a mortared seal - the outside world.
A sudden child's scream brought everyone back to the moment, and not a couple left the floor as they jumped from the cry. Nain, watching the next hole in the floor to an even lower barrow, saw a darker shadow move below in the glow of the torch in his hand and the mystic light that may have come from Edrahil.
OOC: Do we have to speak out loud, and would a whisper do, when calling to Edrahil? That was one of my questions earlier, but now we are really close to the wights and I don't want to give away our position, if its not already given.
Quote from: tomcat on Jan 18, 2006, 12:13 PM
OOC: Sorry for the delay! Been busy...
Hey Palandil to answer one of your questions a bit ago, Edrahil has placed the enchantment on everyone in the Company (but Nain, cuz he hadn't joined yet) with the ability of Calling. This allows said individual to call to Edrahil and he will hear although he may be to far away to do anyting about it. It doesn't happen in reverse though; the only way he could call to you is by using Farspeaking.
Seriand's feet come to rest 10' down on a second level of the barrow hill; presumably the second barrow that could be seen from the outside. The torch held over his head, the Elf looked about while next Dirnhael and then Nain came down, to only be followed by Fengel and Durgil. The Eothraim still had the bag of trinkets grasped in his fist.
The group, now with two torches lighting their surrounds, looked around and saw a less formal and what appeared to be a much older burial chamber. It was round room with nothing within except a large, mottled, wooden sarcophagus. The ornamentation that was ensconced on its sides was now faded and rotten, although traceries of silver and gold could still be seen shining through. There was a lone passage similar to the one that the Company had entered above that extended out towards a mortared seal - the outside world.
A sudden child's scream brought everyone back to the moment, and not a couple left the floor as they jumped from the cry. Nain, watching the next hole in the floor to an even lower barrow, saw a darker shadow move below in the glow of the torch in his hand and the mystic light that may have come from Edrahil.
OOC: How long is our rope? Can we use it to drop another level, or is there a passageway down?***
"They're here," Dirnhael said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "We must move quickly".
"We are coming, my friend," he whispered, hoping Edrahil could hear him.
The child had screamed in terror, and Dirnhael could no longer wait. They were armed, they had light, and the narrow passages of the tomb would make any oncoming enemies more or less predictable in their approach.
Besides, the wights had encountered Seriand already - they already knew there were others nearby.
With every heartbeat, the young girl and the Elf were in increasing danger... they were out of time - and Dirnhael chose not to be timid.
With a shout and a thump of shield against the ancient stone wall, he bellowed, "
Spirits! Stand aside lest ye suffer the consquences!
The Free Peoples have come to re-claim their own!"
--Intimidate (Power) +6: Roll(2d6)+6:4,6,+6 Total:16His voice echoed through the halls and he heard his comrades shuffle behind him. He had committed them to this, and though he thought it necessary, he hoped they would forgive him nevertheless.
He tapped Seriand on the shoulder, indicating that the Elf should let Dirnhael pass him and take the lead.
Dirnhael had to get the wights to leave their captors before something awful happened to them - and now, something awful would likely happen to him, instead - but this is who he was; why he left Tharbad in the first place.
"So be it," he thought.
He readied his shield and longsword, wishing that it was Anduring in his hand once more.
Seriand was more than relieved when he heard Dirnhael speak, the words filled his own ears and heart with at least a little more courage, and at this point he needed all the extra courage he could come by. On top of the spoken words the Dunedain's actions helped to steel his hand as well, Dirnhael drawing the sword and preparing to look for their comrade.
His own sword drawn and ready for action, an action he desperately hoped they could avoid and leave this vile place once and for all, Seriand stood beside Dirnhael and used his keen eyes to see if there was anything that would indicate the presance of the black creatures who had nearly captured and tore out his heart.
Observe (Spot): Roll(2d6)+10: 1,4,+10 Total:15