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Somewhere in the Wold

Started by Nashan, Jan 07, 2019, 07:57 AM

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tomcat

Jan 24, 2019, 08:42 PM #60 Last Edit: Jan 24, 2019, 08:56 PM by tomcat
:ooc: I promise I am not "that guy", but I wanted to interject on your ruling.

Per page 27 of the revised core book:

A  :g: result is an auto-success for the heroes.

An :~~: result is read as a 0, unless it has some other function (i.e. causing a Hazard, etc.)

But otherwise, an :~~: is nothing more than a zero. Seems like it should do more, but per the rules, it doesn't.

Now as you are LM, I will not get in the way of your rulings.  :)

Game on!
Narrator: Darkening of Mirkwood | Chronicle of the North | Tempest Rising | To Boldly Go | Welcome to the 501st!
Esgalwen [♦♦♦♦○○] Dmg 9/11  |  Edge 8  |  Injury 16/18
Nimronyn [Sindarin Pale gleam] superior keen, superior grievous longsword - orc bane
Foe-slaying - when attacking a bane creature, reduce Edge of weapon by value of bearer's Valour

Shadow bane [when in Forward stance, add 1 success die to each attack]
Skirmisher [if carried encumbrance is 12 or less, increase Parry by +3 when in close combat stance]

Nashan

:ooc: True, true... I consider it a failure in my tabletop games, to give it more meaning. Could be a good opportunity to see how it goes when it's played by the rules, though. Let's keep it official then ! Your character gets along pretty well with the riders, and the journey should be fine. I'm writing what's coming next :-)

Telcontar

 :ooc: Doug I was going to cite the same page when I got the chance to.

Raghnall nodded to their escort as they came up to the group. He attempted to engage them, but they were aloof and standoffish. When the horses came their companions mounted them awkwardly and with little grace. The Rohir had a word for such demonstrated lack of skill with horses and Raghnall used it and pointed. Their guides laughed at the insight.

One spoke, "you are not one of us, but you make a keen joke."

Raghnall smiled, "I am a traveller and a great student of people and their ways. My folk too are not keen of outsiders, but we are following the law and headed to Edoras. There is no reason why our journey may not be a pleasant one."

The two riders looked at each other and thought a moment.
 
The second responded in the common speech, "you are right. We have grown wary of outsiders, and treat the sneak in the night the same as those who come open in peace during the day. You speak the right of it, we may obey the laws of the land and not also in turn be rude."

Raghnall smiled, "This surely will make the miles past swiftly at least." From their they fell in to talking about simple things. The riders were cautious not to give too much direct information about the people and hamlets in their area, but were open about the birds, berries, and food stuff. Topics most close to the Breelanders heart and the mile rolled along.
THE GAME MUST GO ON!

Hathcyn
Great Spear
2h.  4d :00: 9 :dmg: Edge 8 Injury 18

Nashan

Travelling in the Mark has never been easier. You've been welcomed in every farmsteads you met, and were provided with food, drinks, rudimentary yet clean beddings, and even three horses for the refugees, that the riders promised to return once their task would be done.

Edelyn and her two bodyguards cautiously kept out of conversations, for fear of saying too much too soon. They kept simple and short their answers to the questions they've been asked, making their poor riding skills a decent excuse for that.

You followed one trail bred from the hammering of countless hooves and feet. It didn't nearly qualify as a road, but you understood from the farmsteads along the way that it must be one of the major pathways of the plain. On both sides, you guessed the outlines of what would be fields of barney and wheat within a few months, and you passed by what finally looked like actual villages.   

You arrive at Edoras at dusk. The first thing you behold is a shining beacon on top of the hill, the lights of four wide braseros reflected upon the gold leaves adorning the walls of the building ; Meduseld, the Golden Hall of the kings of Rohan, built four hundred years ago by Brego, son of Eorl, and fifteen lords and one usurper have sat upon its high seat since that time.

The wide rutted track weaves past lines of great grassy mounds on either side ;  the barrows of kings, white with simbelmynë,  small Evermind flowers that blossom in every season. The nine western mounds house the graves of the first line of kings, from Eorl the Young to Helm Hammerhand. On Helm's mound, farthest from Edoras, the white flowers grow thick as snow. In the six eastern mounds lie the second line of kings, from Fengel to Fréaláf.

You follow the road up to the gates where spearmen stand guard. They salute the two riders and let you in. Beyond the gates a paved street rises curving up the hill on flagstones and many well-laid steps. Houses line the path and narrow alleys lead off it. A clear stream sparkles and chatters down a stone channel along the way. You notice that Edoras even boasts an inn, a long house where foreigners can gather for drinks and meals and where they can find a bed in need.

At last you arrive at the top of the hill. Four king's guards are standing there. To your surprise, there's also six dwarf warriors sitting on the ground next to a brasero. They talk joyously and share bread with slices of pork. A small cask of ale is opened next to them and they dive their cup in it at a frighteningly regular pace. You can hear cheers and laughters coming from the inside of the hall. A sweet smell of roasted meat leaks from under the gates.

Your two escorts nod at the king's guard standing by the gates. « Hail Heáfod. These people here need to see Thengel King.
- Greetings Gareth. Can't it wait ? As you can see, there's a feat going on, in honor of our Erebor guests. » The dwarves cheers and raises their cup at the statement.
« I fear not », says Gareth, wincing. « From what I understood, lives may be lost if we delay too much.
- I'll announce them to the king. You can leave them to us. Maybe we can share a cup later at Cépa's house ? It's been a while since we last chattered.
- Sure things, we'll meet up later. » He turns to you before taking his leave. « Good luck travellers. Maybe we will meet again. »

tomcat

 :ooc: great job bringing us all together!
Narrator: Darkening of Mirkwood | Chronicle of the North | Tempest Rising | To Boldly Go | Welcome to the 501st!
Esgalwen [♦♦♦♦○○] Dmg 9/11  |  Edge 8  |  Injury 16/18
Nimronyn [Sindarin Pale gleam] superior keen, superior grievous longsword - orc bane
Foe-slaying - when attacking a bane creature, reduce Edge of weapon by value of bearer's Valour

Shadow bane [when in Forward stance, add 1 success die to each attack]
Skirmisher [if carried encumbrance is 12 or less, increase Parry by +3 when in close combat stance]

Nashan

Quote from: tomcat on Jan 26, 2019, 08:01 AM:ooc: great job bringing us all together!

:ooc: Thanks. I'm glad you decided to move south though ;-)
As of now, the game will go on in the "Edoras - Heart of the Riddermark" topic. I close this topic.