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:ooc: Fellowship Phase... each PC is awarded:

Each PC will earn the number of AP equal to what is checked off on their sheet plus 4

Each PC will earn 6 XP

Holdings roll may be made by those who have them.


• if the die roll result is equal to or less than the Holding's rating, you earned enough income to keep your PC's current standard of living.

• if the roll is greater than the rating, the PC gains his standard of living and treasure equal to the difference of the die roll and the rating.

• if the roll is :g:, the PC earns his standard of living and the rating of the holding is reduced by 1 due to some good fortune.

• if the roll is :~~:, the holding suffers some disaster of misfortune. If the hero does not take action the next Fellowship Phase, the holding may be destroyed, or have its rating increase

What was in the chest buried under the oak that despite our exposition and fatigue were clearly going to dig up?

How many Fellowship actions are we getting?

Holding Roll:

YEAAHHH BOOIII  :g:

Quote from: Telcontar on Apr 08, 2019, 04:34 PMWhat was in the chest buried under the oak that despite our exposition and fatigue were clearly going to dig up?

How many Fellowship actions are we getting?

:ooc: I am also keen to know these things.  In the meantime, I'm spending 12 AP to increase Arbogast's Persuade skill, and have snagged him a point of Hope from the Fellowship pool, and another for Grimbeorn coming through un-wounded.  Still tossing up what I want to spend his XP on.

Holding roll:


Weal and Woe:

:ooc: Daaaaamn.  Doug, I have something in mind for the poor rolling there.  Are you happy for me to go ahead, or should I run it past you first?

As to the chest (and sorry for the delay)...

Buried amid the roots of that tree is an ancient chest, containing gold and precious stones worth 50 Treasure and an iron circlet, once worn by the Chieftain of the Northmen of Rhovanion. The crown has value among the Men of the East Bight due to its history and antiquity. It could also provide a bit of Standing to any who might try to place it on their head and attempt to take a position of leadership. You would definitely have to have some good reasoning for the claim, though.

Paul - I want to be surprised.  ;)

AP: 7+5 leftover=12 (Total: 112)
XP: 6+13 leftover=19 (Total: 106)

Lore 3 (12 AP, Remaining: 0)

 :? I'm having trouble figuring out what to spend XP on... I can go to Valour 5 but there really aren't any applicable Rewards and I can't upgrade Wisdom or Weapon Skill until 26 pts.  Are there other resources that have more options to spend XP on?  [<

Weal & Woe
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Greeeaat... Well that result follows the year we've been having.  Isn't that how it always is one year you're up, the next you're down.

Matt,
May I remind you of the Trait Confidence. Restores hope and increases it by two. Probably at the point in your career its worthwhile.

Quote... gold and precious stones worth 50 Treasure and an iron circlet, once worn by the Chieftain of the Northmen of Rhovanion.

:ooc: I'm guessing that this means we don't make hoard rolls to see whether we find anything neat-o-keen to take as our share?  If not, a four way split bets everyone 12 points of treasure, plus two left over.

Two treasure as wergild for the boat survivor.

QuoteAre there other resources that have more options to spend XP on?

:ooc: Other weapon skills!  Seriously - if you think you'll never be in a fight without your fancy-pants axe, or that you'll never be in a fight where you want to restrain someone instead of doing serious harm, you're cutting off some options for interesting storytelling.  Plus, as I see it, it makes little sense for an experienced warrior to only be much chop with one type of weapon.

:ooc: On that note, I'm spending the 16 XP to bring Arbogast's Valour up to 5.  I'm taking a cunningly-made helm as his reward - I'll work it into the narrative. 

:csu:

QuoteTwo treasure as wergild for the boat survivor.

:ooc: Agreed.

:ooc: Okay - last bit of mechanical gallimaufry before I knuckle down and write some proper narrative.  I'm presuming that we're following established practice and having two undertakings for the year-end phase.  Arbogast's are:
1) Heal Corruption; and
2) Work on the Road. 

Song roll for the healin':


Road status (as of the end of the last Fellowship Phase):
1. clearing the road :csu:
2. restoring the wayforts :csu:
3. restoring the road
4. patrolling the nearby woods, and
5. acting as messengers to drum up trade. 

Just because I'm a numbskull, how much time are we passing?
Journey home+ X + journey to.... Sunstead? = ?

Per my current narrative, we are mid-June 2954 and I intend to start the new arc in 2955 so that I can get us as close to 2956 as possible and include some stuff NOT in the DOM that explores the eastern side of the woods.

Despite wishing with all his heart to be back in the safety and comfort of Sweartmereseld, Arbogast delays his return home.  First, he pays call at the Sunstead.  But he is shocked to be turned away from the hall of Caewin the Generous.  The guards and servants, many of whom recall him from his recovery from the Shadow-fever several years ago, confide in hushed tones that such conduct on their master's part is becoming more and more common.  Several of his closest confidants have been sent away into exile, they say, including his own younger brother Maccus. 

Unsettled, but not entirely surprised, he quietly takes his leave along with the rest of the company and, with the chest borne by a pony, they make their way northward to where the Forest Road ends at the Eastfort, recently restored by Dwarven stone-cunning and Mannish sweat, and standing proud at the southern end of the Long Marshes.  There, they bid a gruff farewell to Anar, who takes his share of the treasure and turns toward the River Running, never sparing a backward glance. 

Together, the three remaining companions traverse Mirkwood once more, Hathcyn's unease at the constant darkness abated somewhat by the familiar sight of work gangs setting stone after stone.  The conversation is lively in the wayforts, though few anticipate the road being finished this year.  Though the forts are strong and well-garrisoned, still the workers tell of attacks by spiders, goblins and things darker still for which Men have no name.  When they come once again to the company of Rorin and Bofri the Roadwarden, Arbogast promises to return later in the year to help patrol the road.  A show of strength, he thinks, will establish the way as one belonging to the Free Peoples, on which the Shadow's minions trespass at their peril. 

Soon afterwards, the day comes when he leaves his Beorning friends and turns for the lands of his people in the vales of Anduin and beneath the western eaves of the forest.  There, he goes in search of the families of those lost to the River – Amaswinta, Edward and two others, finding when he reaches them that they are glad of the silver he leaves with them as poor weregeld for their kin, but gladder still of the simple news of their fate.  Osbern, brother of Amaswinta, even presses a helm, finely wrought, though without cheek guards or an aventail in the mode of the Woodmen, into his hands.  "My thanks," he says, "for freeing the memory of my sister from that accursed place."

At each village and steading he is asked to join in the funerary rites, and he lifts his voice in song with his people as fires are burned beside empty cairns.  Strangely, he finds comfort in the observance of tradition.  Each death, he thinks, is but a mark upon a greater way.  And though we know not whither the road of our people may lead, and our feet may seem leaden and sore in our grief, we who remain are yet able to continue on.

Despite the ordeal in the wood, the Fire-watcher arrives home more at peace than he left, and he is able to tell of his travails to the folk of Black Tarn Hall as merely a shuddersome fireside tale, to be enjoyed in the company of loved ones and then put out of mind.  Nor does the time he spends away from them, beating back the darkness of the Forest Road with the tramp of steady footsteps, dampen what becomes an idyllic summer. 

Such days are fleeting, however, and by October the weather has already begun to turn cold, with chill winds blowing from the East beneath a dark and heavy sky.  The pigs are gathered from the forest early, not yet fully fattened on the fruits of autumn, and word comes from the shepherds of the vales that the year's lambing is expected to be poor.  In Black Tarn Hall, roofs are re-thatched thickly ahead of the frosts that are sure to come. 

Arbogast is cutting rushes by the water's edge, listening to Wilone and the twins at play with other children, laughing at the deep 'plunk' sound that stones make as they meet the water.  His mind on his work, he does not immediately notice as they go quiet, but his attention is summoned by Lindwine's cry.  Looking up, he sees her rushing from the pigsty down to the Tarn's edge, where the children have gathered around the figure of a woman standing knee-deep in the water, naked but for what appears to be a hauberk of the finest silver mail. 

There is no time to think of how, in bygone days, such a sight would have brought joy and comfort.  The Fire-watcher's sickle falls, forgotten, from his hand as he turns and tries to force his legs to carry him faster, his arms to pump harder, his heart to give strength enough to his body to carry him to where the children stand unknowingly in deadly peril.  As Lindwine's cry is taken up, more and more of the folk begin to follow her, all other thoughts abandoned.  Without changing her serene expression, the river-maiden Duskwater reaches out and gathers several children to her.  Arbogast's scream of warning and fear sends the rest scattering, and he reaches the lake-shore in time to pull Lafwyne, and an older boy named Eutaric, from her grasp. 

But he is not quick enough, and Duskwater seizes the collar of tiny Wilone, not yet a full year old and unable to stand and run.  There is just enough time for him to see his daughter's eyes go wide with terror before the river-maiden dives into the dark water, dragging the child with her.  Heedless of anything else in the world, he dives in after them only to see Wilone's bright hair, fine as kitten fur, billow about her head as she and Duskwater vanish in a flash of silver scales. 

He swims after them until his lungs scream for air, and dives again once he has refilled them, but it panic and despair that drive him, not hope of following into the deep waters.  When he is at last pulled from the water into a fishing boat his breath becomes a sobbing cry which, great as it is, cannot shift the horror from his heart. 

:ooc:  :o  :(

I thought Arbogast's poor Weal and Woe roll would be for his leg, or something. That was a brutal scene, Paul, but very good.

 :ooc: All right I'm just gonna bank the rest of my experience points and so my character sheet is up-to-date now.  As for hope points I will claim as many points is willing to give up.


Grimbeorn continues his travels with the remainder of his companions.  Like Arbogast he is confused and bewildered at the behavior of the master of Sunstead. They're all clearly remembered for they were at at a time heroes for these people.  He presses more to seek audience with the master but even he, a kindred lord, is unable to sway the gates open to them.  They leave this place with concern and disgust.  The Beorning has not for the last time rued this venture out of Rhosgobel.

It was good to see his old friends on the forest road and the progress that has been made by Dwarf and Man together.  Word again of the disturbances out of the south and ill-tidings that only Mirkwood can bring.  It made him think of his lands and the threats that lay ever-present on their northern and western borders and his itched to return.

Soon the day came when Arbogast sought to turn south while he and his Beorning brother must turn north.  Words of kinship were shared but he could feel deep down in somewhere within he'd never felt before that the shadow of sorrow and strife lay between the two ere they met again.  With his last farewell, he watched his friend turn towards the embrace of hearth and home until Fire-watcher was out of sight.

Turning north on the paths for the lands of his father, the weight of responsibility and dread grew within him.  The leagues which he and Hathcyn traveled back were eerily silent with few wanderers or caravans that would be passed in these parts. Ere they arrived at the furthest reaches of the Beorning's land, they discovered what had transpired in their absence: fingers of the Shadow had been busy.

:ooc: ... AND???  You can't leave it like that! I... um... forbid it! 

Hathcyn had never been to Sunstead, but he sensed the frustration of his companions at being refused an audience with its lord. Their frustration grew and even Grimbeorn commented on the lack of courtesy upon his last failed attempt to see its Lord. Neither did any of his counselors come to them, only the sympathetic head shake that they would not be seen by the guards.

The first day in Sunstead Hathcyn spent asleep, oblivious to the world as he rested on soft straw and the ease of not having to keep weapons at the ready. Soon though, his body was rested and with his share of the coin of the buried chest, Hathcyn easily found company in the ale house of Sunstead. In the town there were folk with money to spend on drink and company and Hathcyn found their company. Many false friends were made when a bottle of wine was opened from a far away land and Hathcyn was willing to partake and to share with all present. Seldom in Sunstead did he drink alone and only a few nights after the first did he spend alone.

When the party was rested with a final head shake in the direction of the hall and a farewell to friends that remained in Sunstead the party went north. When they arrived at the road Hatchyn had a longing to stay. Even though they were once again under the eaves of the wood he desired to stay there over the foreboding that grew upon him as they drew closer to home. However, Hathcyn followed where Grimbeorn led so he made the journey south again.

When Abrogast departed even Grimbeorn, who was usually silent and taciturn himself, noticed the silence of their journey. As they approached familiar lands the trouble in the Longspear grew.

When they arrived back at Beorn's Hall Hathcyn did not immediately seek out his cow warden and call upon her or his animals. He spent some time with Harhold, and they hunted and swam in the river. Even his friend knew he was avoiding the woman for some reason, but did not ask.

When he did call upon her she was happy to see him, but did not understand the distance  he had with her when once there seemed to be more of a desire for closeness. She and her boy were well and his beasts also prospered. Under her care both of their herds had grown and prospered and Hathcyn was set to have another beneficial year with his herd.

Where the awkwardness of  her husband's recent death had been the cause for lack of affection in the past, now it was the distance of the man himself. He acted as if some incident lay between them though she could not recall what it was, nor bring herself to ask him about it plainly there was some obstacle.  She noted he did not look at her as he once did and he seemed to grow uncomfortable when she came to near him. There meetings were short and carried on that way until he said he was leaving again.

Not long after the arrival back at Beorn's Hall  Hathcyn had resolved to return to the forest road. His talk was often against the spiders and foul creatures of the wood and he spoke eagerly to all about the opportunity and profit that would come from working on the road. So it was that when he left Harhold was with him as well as several other young men and a few of the men who had fled the Hall of Vig after the redemption of the slaves.  These men knew Hathcyn, some had worked on the road before, and some he had swayed with great earnest away from heading to the south and the work for promised gold.

Taking their leave of Grimbeorn the men made there way north to the road and were soon again heavy at work. Hathcyn now was Master of his small crew as the road work changed from clearing land to setting stone and patroling from the wayforts. Time passed for him swiftly occupied in the great endeavor of work and before long Grimbeorn appeared.  As was agreed at their parting Grimbeorn came north and he went with him. Harhold was to return south and asked if any news or message should be brought, but the Longspear shook his head and remained silent.

Once again with Grimbeorn he gathered his gear and prepared to follow where he led.

 :ooc: lol I'll finish, just need to collect my thoughts.

:ooc: So, unless I've missed anything, we need XP and AP spends for Hathcyn, and Undertakings for both Beornings. 

Undertakings
Change trait Curious to Wary
Work on the Forest Road

XP/AP to follow

:ooc: Cool.  Sounds like we'll be seeing a new side of Hathcyn. 

He doesnt have the experience the other characters have and the woods put the heebeejeebies on him.

 :ooc:
Undertakings
1) Heal Corruption
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2) Restore Road

:ooc: I am here, guys. I am reading along and liking the content.

I am just taking a mental break from Lord of the Rings - DoM for the moment.

I will go through all of your Fellowship Phase results and update the Fellowship thread. I am hoping you guys are all updating your character sheets with your AP/XP purchases, as well as any successful results on any successful Fellowship Phase actions (i.e. reducing :&:, etc. )

Look for me to add a new Chapter thread at the beginning of next week, pending the finalization of any of your narratives in this Fellowship Phase.

The settlement of Old Ford on the eastern side was in ruins.  The eastern-most bridge of the three that hopped across the broken expanse of the Anduin was cut.  On the western side, many boats and barges were docked haphazardly as there was not enough room on that side for all of them.  Men could be seen milling about the eastern side making repairs and cleaning up while others walked in small patrols about the area.  Outside the area of the settlement, tendrils off smoke can be seen leading up from a large pile of ash.

Before Grimbeorn and Hathcyn made it any closer, they were seen by one of the patrols and told to halt with spears drawn.  Within a respectable distance, the son of Beorn introduced them and as the patrol got closer there was a visible release of tension from the men.  "Lord, we are much relieved to see you.  Are there others with you?  We sent for aid as soon as the impending attack was discovered."

"Who or what attacked you?" Grimbeorn asked, as they all fell into step while approaching the settlement.  But before the men responded, he could finally make out the remnants of fell creatures, orcs and spiders of Mirkwood.  "How long ago did this transpire?"

"A week has passed since we repelled the final assault," came the response.  "We have not received word from any of our allies nor from Carrock or other locations within your lands from our call to aid.  Caravans out of the East ceased a week ere to that.  All those seeking to cross from the west have either halted or turned back until we could secure this side."

"Our losses were many defending the bank when we finally cut the bridge, but their losses were greater.  They were never able to secure this side when mounted a counterattack or attack into or across the river.  The spider host was particularly vicious, turning on the orcs and dragging them back to the wood, when they found they couldn't overcome us."

The recounting continued on as the group entered the remains of the eastern settlement of Old Ford.  Grimbeorn grieved silently for their losses and it concerned him more that no word or came from his father or the Wood-men allies in the area.  These thoughts cut off when a blast of a welcoming horn came from across the river at the western settlement where a small band of Beorning warriors emerged from north in the distance.

[more to come]

Quote from: GandalfOfBorg on Apr 17, 2019, 05:47 AM:ooc:
Undertakings
1) Heal Corruption...

:ooc: Don't forget, if he's in the Beornings' lands he can Return to the Carrock and use his Travel skill to do the same thing.

:ooc: One last mechanical thing - by my count there were five Fellowship points in the kitty at the end of the last adventure (one per PC, plus one for Grimbeorn's magic bikkies).  Unless anyone remembers taking a point out, I submit that we divide them up one each (meaning Anar takes one with him as he goes), plus one extra to make sure Grimbeorn doesn't go back to being Miserable. 

Comments?

I see no reason to give Anar a point unless you mean his contribution is gone because he left the party.

Also, I forget, did Hathcyn use one from the pool when he spirit walked in the forest. I forget where we landed on that. We can retcon that if he did because If I recall he didnt use any other hope.

Crossing the river, the two Beornings greet the troop as they approach.  The leader is one known to Grimbeorn, who's holdings are from in this area.  "Our apologies but this troop marched from the north as soon as we got word of the attack.  Unfortunately the delay is due to our people be harried by the Viglundings again and goblins out of the mountains to the west.  Our warriors are spread thin and crops go fallow as we lose the men's presence and our new generation is large but not old enough to tend to such responsibilities."

"Besieged on all sides, we are.  It's almost as if it were coordinated.  The Shadow seems to grow over the north vales of the Anduin.  How fares my father and the thegns?"

"The squabbles are louder but no family has gone unburdened by service and loss.  The Great Bear appears where it seems most dire, turning the tide of many a skirmish and causing grievous wound to the enemies.
 Word from messengers of the allies in the south, and beyond the Wood tell of dark tidings and similar travails.  It is told that Beorn received an emissary of the elf-realm speaking of fell creatures, especially spiders growing more bold and amassing in places previously thought free of them."

"I shall think on this more," he mutters.  "You arrival is much appreciated by the people here.  Check in with the garrison on the eastern shore for they will have need of your arms.  Hathcyn and I will return to my father's home ere the light of the morn."

Days pass and their return comes almost unheralded as the lands they pass through are busy with healing the hurts of battle and the pressing need to maintain crops and herds.  Grimbeorn distributes the treasure he returned with from Old Ford to the north as weregild for his people's losses.  Nothing can replace the loss of loved ones but gifts help to stabilize the people. [All 12 Treasure is dispersed]

Arriving home, Hathcyn takes his leave to attend his own business and Grimbeorn finds his father in the great hall with a number of thegns.  The son finds a warm welcome from his father but cold eyes from some of the others.  He recounts what transpired in the wood, the dealings in Sunstead, what happened at Old Ford, and the other tales he's heard since returning.  The story-telling was hungry and thirsty work for the day turned late and tables were set by his father's animal vassals.  When all was said and done, questions asked and answered, Beorn sank into his great chair, retreating in grim thought much like his son had in his days since leaving Rhosgobel on the fateful journey for survivors.  The thegns eventually left to their quarters or homes for the Great Bear didn't reply to queries; they would return soon enough, they always do.

Grimbeorn took his leave, avoiding his father for the time and sought comfort in his family's traditions of baking and brewing.  Ere long word came of problems from the road rebuilt and he set off with a small company of men to help with the road.  In time he would return with new stories and fresh scars as is standard when coming from the dark wood.

 :ooc:
If Doug doesn't mind, I'll try the Healing Corruption again with Travel...
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:ooc: that is fine, Matt.

Did we have a final tally on Hope regained per person?

Quote from: Telcontar on Apr 18, 2019, 01:58 AMI see no reason to give Anar a point unless you mean his contribution is gone because he left the party.

:ooc: Harsh!  I'm just going on our standard practice - it's not his fault he turned into an NPC. 

Quote from: Telcontar on Apr 18, 2019, 01:58 AMAlso, I forget, did Hathcyn use one from the pool when he spirit walked in the forest. I forget where we landed on that. We can retcon that if he did because If I recall he didnt use any other hope.

Yes, he spent one back here (https://rpg.avioc.org/boards/index.php?msg=30295). 

So, currently we have Arbogast and Hathcyn taking one point each, and Grimbeorn taking two.  If Anar doesn't take a point (due to lingering mental scars from his forest ordeal) then perhaps Hathcyn can take an extra one.  Doug may or may not have a view on this.  Otherwise, it may as well be your call, Tom. 

 :ooc: you guys keep the Hope, Anar will not need it. Don't forget Tate and Esgalwen's contributions to the Hope pool. Even thought they left in the early part of the year, their efforts bolstered everyone - so see the Fellowship page.

:ooc: Huh.  I assumed it was only the characters who actually went on the adventure that contributed. 

Normally so, but you guys were hit hard for resources so I am allowing it.

:ooc: Cool, that's two extra Hope points to play with.  Grimbeorn needs one, maybe both. 

Also, while I've got you, Doug, did you want to hit Arbogast with any mechanical consequences for Wilone's death?  A Corruption test to avoid a potential two-point Shadow gain seems in keeping with the rules.  If you want to go that way, you can use the following roll against a TN of your choice:

Grombeorn I think needs the Hope more.

So he gets 2? 3?  Sorry, kinda dense today.

I think that it's three Matt.

:ooc: Yeah, three for Grimbeorn, two each for Hathcyn and Arbogast.  (:csu:)

FELLOWSHIP SUMMATION

Hathcyn
• I did not write down how you spent any AP or XP, so I hope you have updated your sheet for this (?)
• Holding roll was a :g: Good Fortune - narrative gave the details :csu:
• Undertakings 1) Now Wary (Change Trait) 2) Restored the road (1 of 5)

Arbogast
• Increased Persuade and Valour - receives a cunningly-made helm :csu:
• Holding roll was an 4 - narrative gave the details :csu:
• Weal and Woe roll was an :~~: - narrative gave the details (no :&: gain from the loss of his son) :csu:
• Undertakings 1) Reduced corruption by 4 points 2) Restored the road (2 of 5)

Grimbeorn
• Increased Lore
• Weal and Woe was a 1 Grim Year - will offer no points to the Fellowship Pool for this year
• Undertakings 1) Heal Corruption by 2 points 2) Restored the road (3 of 5)

I am going with the assumption that you guys have updated your sheets.

I will have a new chapter post tonight or tomorrow - working on the details.

Yes, my sheet was updated for the advancements. Also, Paul was keeping a pretty good running tally of where we were with the road progress.

Paul, did you update the sheets for Hope distribution?

:ooc: I updated mine, but not the others.  Happy to do so if you're pressed for time.

I just saw the box check after it so I thought maybe it updated the sheets I will go in and do it

Sheet is updated, ready to go.