Into the Barrow: The Game

[afro-elf]

We can post the ACTUAL game here and questions etc on the older thread if that is OK with every one.

[Legolas]

OOC: for me, it's OK. Maybe someone should add the list of players and their character names, so that it would be easier to contact.
And please, if you think my RP skill is too little, just tell. I always want to improve.

IC:
Hawair was sitting at the table in the corner of the "Prancing Ponny". He has just came from the outside. Wind was blowing outside, and it was dark. In contrast, the inn was more lively than usual. Soemthing strange was going to happen, Hawair just knew this. "Luckily, I am not in the centre of the talks here", he thought, as he was a rather shy and reserved person.
Hawair turned his head around, examining all faces in the place. One of them seemed seen to him. It was an elf, nearly of the same age as Hawair. He was sitting with a company of some others, but Hawair couldn't see the faces. Hawair stood up from the table, and walked slowly to this elf. While walking, he had to throw down two men and a hobbit, who were drunk and tried to use Hawair's body as an armament.
When finally gone to the table, Hawair asked that elf:
- Excuse me, good sir, might we know each other?
The elf turned his head to Hawair. At that moment, Hawair's mind and memory lighted up.
- Malathor! My friend! - Hawair exclaimed. - How have you come in here?

OOC2: My first part is finished now. Afro-elf, write your story now...

OOC means Out Of Character, if you didn't know :)
IC means In Character.

[delchrys]

ooc: jason here. Character name-Beladryn. Wizardly-looking guy.

IC: no one seems to pay much attention to the older man as he sits in his chair, picking his teeth with his nails, or maybe the other way around. his grey hair is flecked with streaks of auburn, and his robe and cape look worn but comfortable. His expression is bored, but his eyes are carefully watching the reunion on the side of the Pony...

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

Feraway walked up to the Prancing Pony Inn a large grey dog at her side, "Now you stay here leaf, dont go chasing any cats or squrrils". The dog whent and currled up to the left of the door. "Good boy. I shall be out in a bit".

She walked inside. The week had been quite dull and she hoped some hours at the Pony would cure her boredom. To her releif the little Inn was quite buisy tonight, many travelers, and locals were talking and drinking and going about their buisness.

"Ah, Mr Butterbur buisy tonight eh?" She said as she saw the Inn keeper comeing through with a large tray of ales. "Aye, and I spos you're going to be adding to that buisy then?". Feraway laughed "Always Mr Butterbur!" Then she whent and chose a small table that had not yet been occupied. She threw her green cloak over the back of the chair and then sat down, relaxing and takeing stock of room.

The room was mostly filled with Men, and there were one or two other hobbits about aswell. She also noted the few elves in the corner. "Havnt seen elves in Bree for a while" she thought to herself, then she shrugged knowing that elves do as they please and sometimes turn up when they are least expected.

At this point her attention suddenly got turned to two young men. They apeared to be extremely drunk, and unfortunatly they were aproaching her. She rolled her eyes, she knew what was coming, Men had done this before. Normaly they didnt usually bother much with the maids outside their own kind. However Feraway was a half-breed and thus exceptionally tall (by hobbit standards) and most of the time wore boots, and so this sortof mistake, especially by the intoxicated was sometimes made.

The first of the young men came up along side her" Hello there, pretty little thing" he said, his speech was incredibly slurred. "Interested in a little fun tonight then?" Feraway was distgusted. Then man smelled and he apeared even more drunk than she originally had guessed. "I suggest that you and your freind back off" She said. The man and his freind just laughed. He brought his face closer to her's, she thought she was going to be sick. "Little lady trying to play hard then are we?" His hand made a move for her theigh. That was quite enough, Feraway drew her knife and in a flash had it at the man's throat. "I said, BACK OFF." The mans companion moved forward "YOU TOO ORC FACE!...or you shal both be in a LOT of pain." She made a little motion with her knife, near the first man's throat to demonstrate the point. The two men backed off and whent back to a table on the other side of the room. "Idiots" Feraway muttered, then returned her knife to its sheath.

[afro-elf]

OOC I'll make a list of characters after I post here. It will be on the other thread.

IC

Malathor had arrived a couple of hours before. He had caused quite a stir. Elves were not so common, especially Baranavair. He didn't mind much though. After securing a room. He moved to the common area to gather news.

He asked the serving girls who the non locals were and made his way in that direction. After a brief introduction, he joined the Men and the handfull of Dwarves in exchanging as much info as could be gathered.

It was as he had expected tales of war gathering in the South and East. The Dwarves of the Ered Lune spoke of many Elves going unto the Grey Havens and sailing west. Having left the Havens recently himself he knew this to be true.

Even though his attention was on the conversation, he kept his keen Elven senses on what was happening around him. He knew Men(Humans) and alcohol didn't mix well.

He noticed two drunkards that approached a young... seemingly human female, but his superior eyesight showed him slightly pointed ears, as she quickly rid herself of her assailants. He then thought that she was the tallest Hobbit ever, before he noticed her boots. He was at a loss and would have to inquire about her.


He turned his his attention back to the conversation. A local was speaking about black riders who rode down the gate a few months before....


Moments later, he noticed that someone was approaching.


When the stranger finally got to the table, Hawair asked that elf:( malathor)

- Excuse me, good sir, might we know each other?

The elf turned his head to Hawair. At that moment, Hawair's mind and memory lighted up.
- Malathor! My friend! - Hawair exclaimed. - How have you come in here?

Malathor flashed a giant smile and stood and hugged his former companion.

He pulled out a seat for his friend and introduced him to the others he had been speaking to.

"How did I get here? Well, after I left Rivendell I traveled with Galdor back to the Grey Havens. Ah! Beware the sea my friend. However, I became restless a decided to head back east. Trouble seems to be brewing east and south and thought maybe my bow, blades and herbalist skills could be put to use."

"What about you I thought that you would have traveled back to Mirkwood with the others ."

[Lysander]

With sudden determination a man rises from his small table in a darkened corner of the common room, half-empty tankard in hand. He is tall and lean, dressed in worn clothes that were once, long ago, of very fine make.

With assured grace he moves to Feraway's table, watching the two frightened drunkards stumble away. Gesturing to an empty seat across from her, he asks," Do you mind if I join you? "

Sitting, he adds, "You know, just to keep the ruffians at bay." He smiles a little, and glances over at the reunion of the elves only a table away.

[Renille]

Nabinel had been in Bree for only a few days, researching and exploring the Shire and its surrounding area. It was the first time this young Gondorian had been to Bree, and as usual, she was excited to find a new place to discover. She was preparing to return home today, however,and was sitting at a corner table, poring over the notes she had taken and maps she had created about the strange land. She wanted to remember the customs and geography the next time she had to lead someone back to their home.

A slight disturbance from the next corner caused her head to bob up. It seemed that two drunkards were giving a hobbit maiden a hard time. She warded them off quickly. Nabinel scowled. The men in Bree seemed primitive compared to her own Gondorian brothers, who cared more for valor and wisdom than pleasure.

Suddenly growing weary of her own company ,she stood up, walked over to the tall hobbit maiden , and said softly, "Greetings. My name is Nabinel of Gondor. I saw your courage against those two rouges. You are the only one of many to stand up against them that I have seen in my time here. Usually, Mr. Butterbur intervenes, and someone leads the men home. You were brave to stand up for yourself." Nabinel came to the real reason of her conversation..."I was curious...are you a halfling or someone of the human race, like I? I was unsure, for you resemble both."

[delchrys]

someone was talking of black riders...a word entered beldaryn's mind. "nazgul." he spoke the word aloud as though tasting it. His eyebrows furrowed and his neutral expression changed to one of displeasure. he did NOT like the sound of the word. apparently, neither did one of the more intoxicated patrons.

"watchyer mouth!" a smelly brute slurred, standing to his feet with a stagger. he pointed a half-eaten loaf of stale bread at beladryn. "it's not safe to speak of such things!."

beladryn took a little too long to realize he was being addressed.

"hey!" the drunkard continued, "i'm talking to YOU!"

beladryn looked shocked, and pointed at himself, not fully comprehending. "me?"

"talk like that can get an old man hurt in these parts," the man threatened.

"i do not know of what you speak, kind sir, but i assure you," beldaryn explained, "i meant no offense."

whispered words began to fill beldaryn's head. the temptation to speak them was almost too great, but the orange glow of the hearth reflected off the drunken man's balding head, reminding him of the staff, glowing blue, perhaps because of words spoken that should have been left silent. beladryn bit his lip to keep from speaking, and let his hand fall discreetly to the hilt of his blade...

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

Feraway looked at the man who had come to her table and then at the woman just now coming up to her, it seemed she would find company not stupid under the ale tonight afterall.

The man looked a bit rough, but not of a bad sort "Yes, do join me sir" she smiled. She then looked at the woman. "Ah...well, to answer yer question, I am of mixed breed. Mum was of the big folk and my father of the little folk, end result was me I spose." She motioned for the woman to pull up a chair aswell. "Oh but where are my manners? I am Feraway, Feraway Hawkbriar. May I offer either of you a drink?"

[delchrys]

beldaryn eyes met those of the drunken man. "I most definitely meant no offense with my speech," he offered, "Perhaps i can show you the truth of my innocent intent?" beldaryn signaled for a drink, "will you accept this drink in thanks for educating me on social ettiquette?"

the man's face screwed up in confusion. he didn't comprehend all of beldaryn's words, but he did understand that he was going to get a free drink from the old man. He grunted and sat.

When a tankard of mead arrived, beldaryn paid for it and took stock of his coins. Two, maybe three day's worth of time could be spent in this in, with meals, and then he'd be out of money...

[Legolas]

Hawair gladly sat down near his old friend. He greeted all others at the table. While listening to Malathor's story, he noticed a strange thing at the nearby table. A woman, looking like a mix of a hobbit and a man, pulled back two drunkards. "She's a strong one", Hawair thought. "I like this type of people. I should talk to her later".

-What about you? I thought you came back to Rivendell with the others, - Malathor said, at the end of his story.

-I nearly did that, - Hawair began. - But before going back, I had a long talk with one Ranger. I told him about my interests in wildlife, and my sorrow that there isn't much of it in the Mirkwood. He offered me to accompany him on his way back from Rivendell.

We were travelling for a long time, and I have seen much more than I have seen before. Near Bree, he departed, telling that he would meet me later. He said: "I must go to my camp, my family. We will meet again, I promise. Namarie." "Namarie", I repeated, and so we parted. I went to Bree, to the Prancing Pony, to spend a couple of days here. I thought I would meet any caravan to Mirkwood. You know, it is dangerous to travel these days, even to an elf.

Hawair finished his story, and ordered some ale.
-Oh well, it may look strange, an elf drinking ale. But my friend Ranger told me to taste it. He said that it is a wonderful drink, especially at Mr. Butterbur.

When ale was given, Hawair silenced, and startd listening to other stories at the table.

[afro-elf]

While, Hawair spoke. Malathor's ears picked up the word "nazgul" from across the room. Even with the loud gruffness of mortal voices around him, Malathor's sharp ears picked up THAT word.

Momentarily, he excused himself from the others at the table, and leaned over to Hawair. Knowing that Sindarin maybe known in these parts of the world, he shifted to the standard silvan colloquial tongue of Mirkwood.

" Hawair, that Human in the corner spoke the word Nazgul, "
Malathor stated, giving his friend a look that meant, " that's rather odd."

[Legolas]

Hawair also noticed that someone said the word "nazgul". "Why does anyone need this word in Bree?", he thought to himself.

-Hawair, that Human in the corner spoke the word Nazgul, -
Malathor stated, giving his friend a look that meant, "that's rather odd."

-I have heard this, - replied Hawair. - But look at him. He is buying a drink for some drunkard. Also, look at his appearance. His clothes, they do not correspond to his face. You notice that?

Hawair had a great eye, even between elves. As he looked to the man who said "nazgul", he noticed many weird things. First thing was that the man had a face of a great warrior, traveller, and a rich person. His clothing, however, was old, dusty and dirty. Second thing was his moves. He looked like a brave warrior, who shouldn't fear anyone. But, strangely, he didn't want to fight a drunkard. It was very weird.

-What do you think we may do now? - asked Hawair to Malathor silently. - Will we leave him alone, or will we talk with him?

[afro-elf]

Malathor paused for a moment before he spoke.

He thought about what Hawair had said concering the Mortal. Even though Hawair was a Silvan Elf, he occasionally possessed a discernment that seemed almost Calaquendi in nature.

Malathor agree with the assessment.

Aloud ( still speaking in the colloquial Silvan), Malathor responded,"Let us wait until that intoxicated Mortal leaves his table. Then I suggest that we cautiously approach him. I sense something hidden about him that I can't place."

[Griffin]

Kryden watched the activity in the Inn with a keen eye.

He would not join the revelry tonight, he had too many to watch.

The Western lands were one of his favorite wanderings. The hobbits and their odd little homes. The occasional troop of Elfs passing to the West. But tonight the Prancing Pony was quite full and very busy.

Elfs, humans, hobbits and one who seemed to be some sort of wizard, though Kryden was not one to judge by appearance. He sat in the darkest corner, hood over his face, two weeks of stubble on his face, which he needed to shave one of these days. His longbow sat at his side with hs quiver and his sword and long dagger were easily concealed beneath his traveling robe.

He shook his head and took a sip then leaned back.

[Renille]

Nabinel gladly accepted the chair, but as to the drink; "No thank you, I shall be retiring up to my chamber soon. I depart for Gondor in the morning." As she spoke, Nabinel distinctly heard the word "nazgul." She frowned, and wheeled around to see the speaker. It was a strange old man, one she had neither seen nor heard of before. Noble he seemed, and yet not so, for his clothes were travel worn, and was in the company of a drunkard. "Those who know not of what they speak should remain silent." Nabinel murmured to herself. It angered her to hear the name of the servants of the enemy of her people spoken in such an innocent place. She turned back around, and asked her own companions, "Who is that old man over there, by the wall? Have you ever seen him before?"

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

Feraway looked over at the man Nabinel was asking about. "No, I cant say that I have seen him before. Just another traveler, like yerself. That would be my guess."

[delchrys]

beldaryn sighed so deeply it was almost a sob as the drunken human left him to engage in more drinking. he closed his eyes and rested his face in his hands for a brief moment. the voices in his head, familiar yet unknown terms, places, names...it was getting to be too much, yet he knew not how to assuage his suffering, for he knew not the origin of his memory loss.

beldaryn ran his fingers through his hair, and set his face like stone. He surveyed the patrons again, and noticed more than a few eyes surreptitiously paying him some attention. his grey eyes met those of an elven male, then did the same with his companion, a brief nod to each. He returned to biting his nails, wondering what to expect next...

[Hot_Wings]

Sorry for not posting sooner.

As all of you sit and ponder on the thought of the nine riders, a sudden chill comes over you as the door bursts open. You see a ragged looking man stumble in. He was wearing rags which might have once been clothes. Twigs and leafs were intangled in the mess you would call hair. Mud stained his body in odd places.
"Wights, in the barrow," he managed to croak out before crashing to the floor.:eek:

[delchrys]

wights, nazgul...these words were filthy words, beldaryn felt, the reaction of the drunkard and some of the other patrons showed that it was socially unacceptable to speak of nazgul and also, it seemed, wights. More important was the feelings these words instilled in him--a kind of "foul taste" in his heart that made his teeth itch and his hair stand on end. This man, who had just clunked to the floor either dead or close, must have been harmed.

Beladryn moved forward to ascertain the condition of the fallen man. His right hand crossed his chest and pulled his blade free from the scabbard in one easy, automatic movement. Blade at the ready, he prepared to crouch beside the man and turn him face up, to see if he still lived. As he reached towards the man, beldaryn called out, "i have no healing skill, does anyone here know how to care for the injured? perhaps a threat approaches from outside--someone should bar the door"...

[afro-elf]

' Nazgul, Wights, what's next Balrogs,' Malathor thought to himself.

Malathor stood and approached them, thinking to himself, ' so fate has provided a way for me to met this mortal.'

Aloud he spoke, " I am a healer. I will have a look at him."

Malathor bent down beside the two men and began to examine the prone man on the floor.

"Does anyone know this man?" he said as he began his examination.

[Lysander]

Lysander rose and in one quick motion was at the door, looking out into the darkness. Squinting, he scanned the horizon for movement, and then stepped back inside, closing the door behind him.

"I doubt they would venture this far into civilation, and I see no signs of pursuit," He looked towards the elves," Of course, the night does impair my vision somewhat."

That said, he moves to stand by the fallen man and investigate his wounds.

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

Feraway got up and looked out a window. Leaf was still in the spot where she had left him, though he was up and makeing whineing noises clearly wanting in, but excelent training kept him put.

She then looked at the fallen man again, there was nothing she could do for him so she thought it best to stay out of the way of those who could.

Barrow wights, she had heard of them in stories,Terrible stories they were. She thought that they had all disappeared long ago, ..."This is very very bad...if the stories be true." she murmured.

[afro-elf]

While checking the prone man, Malathor asks Hawair to check outside. Since, as the Human stated, Elven eyes would be better.

[Hot_Wings]

The man looks at you with bleak eyes. "The wights, they killed Ara,...Aramil. You must go. Take this". Out of his rags he produces a rolled up piece of paper. On it is a map of the area around Bree. You notice that there are many places not known to you printed on the map. One place of interest is a mound called the barrow. under it it says "Wights". The man collapses on your arms. With on last sigh, his eyes roll back into his head.

[afro-elf]

OOC ( he's dead Jim) :)


IC

Malathor:

"This man has passed beyond the skill of all those of Middle-Earth," said Malathor as he closed the man's eyes and laid him upon the floor. "There are no visible wounds. He seems to have died from fright and exhaustion."

Someone in the background was calling for someone named Barliman.

Turning to the Humans beside him.( Lysander and Beladryn) " Do either of you know the area depicted on this map? Or the man he spoke of named Aramil? That's a Sindarin name. He's probably a Ranger."

[Lysander]

"Of the man Aramil I know nothing, although your assumption sounds reasonable; but I am somewhat familiar with the region indicated on the map. It is a chill place, and not far for those light of foot."

[Legolas]

Hawair rose from his chair. He looked a bit shocked about what had happened. When Malathor asked him to look around the Inn, he did so. Only after a few moments, though. Hawair was known between elves not because of his great eye, but also of his comparably slow reaction.
Still, he went out. Looking into the darkness, he tried to notice any disorderness.
- I don't see anything strange there, - he said. - Everything is calm... No, wait...
Hawair went out to the night. Some patron looked to him in wonder. They couldn't see a thing. But Hawair could.
After a while, Hawair returned, carrying a pocket in his arm. He said:
- I found a horse, dead from exhaustion. Mayhaps it's a horse of that poor fellow. Look what he has been carrying.
He showed everyone the pocket. It was a medium-sized pocket, with a handle to carry it over the shoulder. Inside, there were one part. In it, there was a finely-crafted dagger, an empty piece of paper, a bottle of ink and a pencil. Pencils were rare in the whole Middle-earth, so this seemed quite odd.
- So, what may we guess from this? - one patron asked.
- From this stuff, I cannot say much, BUT look here, - answered Hawair, showing a secret case in the pocket. There was a note in it. - A note, as you see. It reads: "Wights are around me. I can't see them, I feel them. They are chasing me, I must run. The wights, they are everywhere. Now I see one, a dark figure. It is huge, bigger..." The note ends. It's all written in a very quick writing. Maybe any other of you can say anything more?
Hawair put the note and the pocket down on the nearest table, and sat down at it.

OOC: afro-elf, what does "Calaquendi" mean?

[afro-elf]

OOC
Legolas I put your answer about the Calaquendi on the 1st thread.

[delchrys]

OOC--hotwings, perhaps you could consider using character names when referring to specific actions (like instead of "you" pick up the scroll, name someone, so we can get a better picture of things). :)

"i do not know the map at all," beldaryn told the one with the map. "i...i do not even know precisely what these 'wights' are, but a deep, ugly memory is stirred within me at the speaking of the word." he abruptly straightened to his feet. "i shall see what these wights are about." beldaryn spoke again, his voice a shade deeper, his words louder, "i ask--who of you shall accompany me?"

beldaryn looked the patrons in the eyes, each in turn. he raised his eyebrows ever so slightly when he made eye contact with the two elves who seemed to take note of his use of the term 'nazgul'...

[afro-elf]

OCC
Jas I've got the map Or had it I seemed to have passed it to you and the other human( Lysander) I'm right next to you with the dead guy and Lysander.

[Renille]

OOC: Sorry, couldn't post yesterday. Now I seem to be behind.

BIC: Nabinel was shocked. It seemed such a strange thing...how would someone just die like that? Who were these "wights" and why the fear? For once, Nabinel was clueless. She asked the elves, who seemed to know what they were about, "Pardon me, but who are these wights of whom this unfortunate man spoke? Are they akin to the...the Black Riders?" She purposely refrained from the word 'nazgul' remembering the stir it had caused before.

[Lysander]

Lysander (reliquishing any control over the map he may have had) rested his hand upon the pommel of his sword and said," I will lead you to the barrow, sir; this dark news must be investigated further. Though I warn you, it will be dangerous."

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

Feraways mind was stewing with thoughts of the barrows and the wights, she knew the danger that lurked there, but at the same time her desire to go there was dizzyingly intense. She felt she had to go, curiosity being her main drive as well as her want to help destroy this evil, if she could. She finally made up her mind.

Feraway aproached the old man "I will go too. I will aid in any way I can."

[afro-elf]

Malathor

He smiled to himself 'hasty mortals'. He loved their call to action. Rather implusive, but then life was different for them. As an Elf, he could usually out live most problems.

First ,he he asked one of the waitresses to get someone to take care of the body.

Secondly, he addressed the woman ,who had quiried about the wights.

"About 1000 years ago, the evil kingdom of Angmar was over thrown. However, it seems the Witch-king sent spirits to inhabit the bodies of those in the burial mounds as a parting shot."

He also knew that the Witch King was the leader of the Nazgul, but he decided to keep that quiet for now. The locals had been upset enough. If any were going on this quest ,he felt it better to inform them and them only.

"Now, he continued " Before everone goes traipsing off into the dark, I think it may be best to slow down and plan a bit. This spirits are more powerful at night. So running off now would be foolhardy.
Also, perhaps we should meet with the mayor of this town. There may be reprecussions, and the authorites have the right to know if something may endanger the people here.

" I also feel, that those who wish to go should meet in a quiet place and plan and discuss alone. Especially, why they feel they are capable. Even though I fear not the shades of Men, Wights are a different bred. Besides, the lives of mortals pass all to quick and should not be needlessly lost, ( he knew that would set the meek down and make the brave stand up.

He thought to himself,' if you could live forever would you take risk to end it?'

He then raised his hands in a gesture meaning " what does anyone have to say"

He was also hoping someone would get the dead man off the floor.

[Griffin]

Kryden watched the Elf speak and stood, pulling back his hood to reveal his strong features. He looked the Elf in the eye and said nothing.

[afro-elf]

Malathor

He looked at the man who just stood. He noted the strong features. This man could hide his Dunedain blood he wanted to.

To verify beyond all doubt that his man was a Ranger of the North Malathor spoke to him in Sindarin.

" I see the light of Numenor is not extinguished"

[Griffin]

"You are correct," Kryden answered in Sindarin. "I will aid you against this evil."

He pulled back his cloak to reveal the brilliant hilt of a longsword and a long dagger.

"Will anyone else follow?" Kryden asked in common as he walked over to the Elf and stood at his side.

[Legolas]

Hawair stood from the chair. He spoke out:
- I will go with you. I think it is my duty now to find what evil is hiding in the Barrows. I can help you with my wary eyes, and a precise bow skill. This should compensate my lack of elvish reaction and endurance.
What is more, I thought much of where I heard the name "Aramil". Now I remember. I have travelled here from Rivendell with a Ranger. I am taking about the same Ranger I told you about, Malathor. So, when he left me, he said, I recall this as it was a few minutes ago: "Hawair, I now have to leave you. I must go to my home, meet my family, and my son, Aramil." So, Aramil is the son of my friend, and above all other reasons, I must make a revenge for his death.
About other ideas told there, I can not say much. I think it is wise to slow down and not go in the night, also wise would be a closed meeting of only the travelling group. However, in my opinion, we shouldn't tell much to the mayor - he is a mortal Man, as he is a homesitting person, We must inform him, yes, but we must say it wisely, so that he would not make any unpredictable moves.

Hawair looked around and retook his place on the chair.

[Nariel Starfire]

The door opened and a figure entered, clad with a grey cloak pulled around the figure and the hood covering the head. The figure carried a silvan longbow. Not removing the hood, the figure approached the bartender and ordered, then sat alone in a corner, watching.

[Renille]

Nabinel knew who the witch-king was. But she could only imagine how horrible these wraiths were. She looked up and said, "I, too,will go to the downs. I can guide anyone anywhere, even in the darkest night. But first, we must put this poor man's body to rest and try to find out who his family is, that they may know of his death."

[delchrys]

<speaking to those who have announced their intention to embark on a perilous mission to eliminate these wights>

beldaryn addressed the group, "i have a room here. i would recommend that we retire there to speak of this situation. we could each take our rest in separate rooms, if rest is what is desired, and then depart in the morning." he looked about the group, wondering what he was getting himself involved with.

beldaryn walked in the general direction of his room.

"well, shall we go?"

[afro-elf]

Finally the owner, someone Malathor now attached the name Barilman too came forward. He was in a dither about what to do.

A Hobbit servant named Nob explained what had happened to Bariman. After a moment or two Barliman seemed to collect his wits.
He stood and spoke " I'll handle the body here. Those of you who are thinking of going to stop this thing go ahead to the room and I'll have Nob here take care of you. Can't have Wights and all ruining the business and all."

Malathor relieved that the body was being taken care of sighed, looked at the others and followed the Man to his room.

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

Grabbing her cloak off her chair, Faraway too, followed the Man. She stopped breifly as she was passing Barliman "Um, Mr Butterbur, Leaf is still out beside the door. This 'meeting' may take a bit, and I know you dont like dogs in the Inn much. So if you could possibly check on him in a bit, I would be very appreciative." "I spose" was his response. Faraway thanked him and continued on her way.

[Lysander]

Lysander too followed the Man, grimly casting his gaze over all those who would convene in his room. The elves, if they came, would be welcome company; but this greying man held secrets, and should be watched carefully. With final resolution he stepped into the room and steeled himself for the quest to come...

[Legolas]

Hawair arose from the chair, deeply sighed, looking at the dead body, and followed the rest of the group upstairs.

[Nariel Starfire]

Nariel looked up and saw the group leaving and heading upstairs. She had been listening to their conversation (though they may have whispered), and found it fascinating. So, when they were gone, she followed silently up the stairs and went into a neiboring room, pressing her ears agains the dividing wall.

[afro-elf]

OOC

Nariel can you check the other thread please. Thanks.

[delchrys]

OOC--room upstairs is fine, though hotwings may want to make a call on whether or not nariel is noticed by anyone (roll dice or smthng?). i'm fine either way, but in case hotwings doesn't post for a while, i'll act as though either condition could be true, since i'd rather this thread/game continue in any event rather than stall out:

<IF NARIEL IS NOTICED-->once arriving in beldaryn's room, the newfound companions took positions that ended up being basically circular.
beldaryn kneeled and spread the map in the center of the group.
one of the elves cocked his head ever so slightly.
"what do you hear?" beldaryn asked.
The elf responded in breath that was nearly inaudible, "someone stealthy has followed us, and is now in that room" he pointed, through the wall.
Wondering if maybe he wasn't the ONLY one hearing voices, beldaryn strained to hear, but nothing came to his ears. "I don't hear anything," he said, whispering just in case...

<IF NARIEL IS NOT NOTICED-->once arriving in beldaryn's room, the newfound companions took positions that ended up being basically circular.
beldaryn kneeled and spread the map in the center of the group.
"let us tell each other what we know of this area," he began, "but, if i might ask, what exactly ARE these 'wights'?"...

[Renille]

Nabinel quickly picked up her supplies and followed everyone else into the room. Before she left, she made sure Mr. Butterbur was making arrangements for the body. He was a good man...but very forgetful.
Late though she was, she slipped into the room upstairs.

[afro-elf]

IF NARIEL IS NOT SEEN

With a quick glance at those in room, Malathor spoke of what he knew,
"About 1000 years ago, the evil kingdom of Angmar was over thrown. However, it seems the Witch-king sent spirits to inhabit the bodies of those in the burial mounds as a parting shot."

"Can anyone else add to that information?

IF NARIEL IS SEEN

Malathor gestures to the others to keep talking.

Then he turns to Hawair. Using the hand language that he and Hawair knew from their Border patrol days against Dol Guldor, he signaled that someone was in the adjacent room.

[Legolas]

IF NARIEL IS NOTICED

Hawair answered to Malathor, using his hand language: "That room nearby is mine. I will go and check". He ordered others to keep talking, stood up, and left the room as silently as he could.

When leaving the meeting room, Hawair heard a door crackling. He went out to the coridor, just in time to see a tall, dark dressed figure with a Silvan bow leaving Hawair's room.

- Excuse me, but what were you doing there, in that room? - Hawair asked.
- That's not your problem, - was the reply.
- You are right, it's not my problem. But YOU, you just recieved a problem. It was my room, and I would really appreciate hearing what can another person, another ELF, do in my room. Would you go with me and meet my companions? - Hawair asked in a soft voice, which meant that he was furious.


IF NARIEL IS NOT NOTICED

Hawair started speaking:
- My friend Ranger told me about the Barrows. He said that the wights are now much more active than they were a few years before. He said that this most probably was because of Frodo and his companions travelling through the Barrows.
But anyway, I have another idea in mind. No matter who these wights are, they are apparently strong. So, we should get a watch - point to spy them along. I think Tom Bombadil wouldn't be offended if we try to visit him. And also ask him about the wights. What do you think about that?

OOC: could Hot_Wings post sooner and tell if Nariel was noticed? It's getting hard to follow two different lines of plot.

[Hot_Wings]

She was noticed.

[afro-elf]

Malathor hearing the manner in which Hawair spoke, he knew that his countryman was not pleased.

He told the others that there might be some trouble brewing.

He swiftly left the room to assist Hawair with the "curious" Elf.

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

Two elves had left the room to check the one beside wich the group was gathered. They would no doubt easily deal with whoever was listening fromt he next room. Feraway, even though her hearing, keener than that of the men, had not heard anything. The eavesdropper had been very light of foot...another elf was her guess. She would have heard it if it had been a man, as loud as men were.

Her thoughts turned back to the conversation at hand.The barrows, the barrows wights themselves, and how to rid the land of them were the most important thing to be thinking of right now.

[delchrys]

much of the group disappeared from beldaryn's room in search of the identity of the strange shadow the group had acquired. he looked to Feraway and spoke. "What do you know of wights?" he asked her, seeking to solve some small piece of the puzzle that was his mind...

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

Feraway thought a moment, then sighed. "Very little i'm afraid. Probably less than what most here already know. My little knowledge of them comes from old stories heard in childhood. I know that they are dark spirits and I know they dwell in the barrows, awaiting whatever poor creature that should wander in. And they are not especially fond of sunlight. But that is all I know."

[Renille]

Nabinel reached into the memory of her many travels, especially the ones that she had experienced most recently. But her search for wight-information was in vain. "You know more than I do,then," She said to Feraway. "I have seen the edge of the Old Forest,but never yet ventured inside. It looked an evil place and old."

[delchrys]

beldaryn spoke, "wights, they are filthy things, the very word sickens the heart, like...like 'nazgul,' yes?" he paused, considering their reactions, hoping to learn something to bring his lost memories to him....

[afro-elf]

OOC

Everyone please check the other thread.

Thanks.

[Nariel Starfire]

Nariel smiled at the Elf. "Naturally I will accompany you." She tried hard not to laugh, so she changed the subject. "Your accent is interesting. Do you originate in Rhovanion?"

When she recieved no reply, she simply followed the two.

[afro-elf]

Malathor

When Malathor stepped through the door into the hallway he was prepared to deal swiftly with the snoop. It was a dark time in the world. Saruman's betrayal, Nazgul where abroad, Sauron about to unleash the fury of Mordor upon middle-earth, Orcs and Trolls multuplying, Dol Guldor strong again, Southrons and Easterlings massing on the border.s.. He fully intended to rid the world of one more shadow.

However, when he saw the face of the Elf he was momentarily dumbstruck.

She looked just like....

[Renille]

When beldaryn again mentioned the nazgul, Nabinel's usually hopeful, peace-filled face momentarily turned fell and dark. "I pray you, good sir, to refrain from naming that terror here." She paused, smiled, and continued, " For that fear is too close for me. I come from Minas Tirith. My brothers and father are guardians of the gate against the forces of Mordor. They have been lucky thus far, and no intruders come near, but we all know that it is a matter of weeks before..." Again, a pause. She could not bring herself to speak of the doom of Gondor. But then she spoke in half a whisper;
"The nazgul fly over my city on their winged steeds...they chill the hearts of the people of Minas Tirith with their cries. They are awful. And if these barrow-wights inflict such terror on the innocent people here, I will do anything in my small power to rid the land of them."

[Legolas]

When the spy - elf turned to walk to the meeting room, Hawair has for the first time a good ability to examine the face. Strangely, it looked very familiar. What is more, Hawair noticed Malathor's confusion when he saw the elf. However, Hawair's mind was fogged a bit, mostly due to the recent happenings, especially death of Aramil. So, Hawair could not remember anything exact about the spy.
-Your accent is interesting. Do you originate in Rhovanion? - the spy asked. Hawair didn't answer, because he was deep in his mind. When he finally noticed that question, he didn't want to answer. "It will be good not to tell him... or her... much about myself", Hawair thought.
When passing through Malathor, Hawair quickly asked him in the Silvan dialect:
- Do you know the spy? You seem confused.

[Nariel Starfire]

OOC: Malathor, I think you need to know that at this point my gender is unknown to anyone (which is why Legolas said he or she). That'll be revealed later, I think.

BIC: Nariel kept the innocent smile on her face. She watched the others converse and hoped their confusion would work to her advantage.

[afro-elf]

OOC: Malathor, I think you need to know that at this point my gender is unknown to anyone (which is why Legolas said he or she). That'll be revealed later, I think.


OOC: I can fix this up now. I guess I have to assume that you are a vocal mimic too :)


IC: Malathor blocked the entrance door. He asked the snoop to stand several feet away from him. He gauged the distance based on the Elf's height and what might be concealed beneath their cloak.

He asked Hawair to stand behind the snoop at the same distance that he was in front of them.

He also added, in the colloquial language" Just like level 2 back home"

Hawair would know that meant to draw his bow and if the snoop made any quick move. He was to riddle the spy with arrows.

Malathor had done the same with his own bow.


The three stood there unmoving. Malathor let the gravity of the situation sink in to the point where it became almost palatable. An very tangible sense that all three could feel.

It didn't matter how skilled this lurker was they would be dead if if the situation turned bad.

Malathor waited a little longer to let the realization sink in before he spoke.

Speaking to Hawair, " Many years ago there was rumor of a wild Elf that haunted the woods. Thranduil was curious to who this mysterious Elf may have been. He sent out search parties to ascertain who this Elf was. However, none could catch them.
Then one day I was out alone and I glimpsed a figure. I got as close as I could before I asked them stop in the name of Thrandruil.

As soon as I said that the wild Elf bolted. I chased that blasted elf all over Mirkwood it seemed. I couldn't catch them but they couldn't eldue me either. However, in our little game of run and pursuit we ran into a small band of Orc's. Well in that moment, we stopped being pursuer and pursee, and became Elves. We fought together. And I most say that wild Elf was deadly. We quickly finished off the Orcs;there wheren't that many of them.

I went to shake the wild Elf's hand but as I approached they kicked up earth and stuff in my face and when I blinked they kicked me in the stomach. I fell over backwards and they got away.

However, I will never forget that cloak, that broach, that well made bow... or," he continued after a long pause looking at the snoop's cloak as if he could see through it. " two well made daggers"

Now speaking to the snoop,

"Now I will kindly ask you to SLOWLY remove your cloak. You have unlawfully entered my friend's room and attempted to eavesdrop upon our conversation. These are dark times and the servants of shadow multiply. So, please comply or..."

Malathor let sentence trail off for there was no need to finish it. All three Elves knew what the outcome would be if the spy did not comply.

[Littledude87]

Christon ascended the stairs on the way to his room. He saw a group facing one poor little elf. Determined to be of help, he leaped between them

[Lysander]

Lysander, although somewhat distracted by trying to hear what is happening in the next room, speaks up:

"I suggest that you refrain from discussing things you know nothing about. Myself, I know only that such evils are better left unuttered.

"But come," he said, taking a seat and gesturing for the others to do likewise, " Let us turn to lighter matters. If we are to be travelling companions, as it appears, I feel we should know at least each others' names. I am called Lysander."

[delchrys]

beldaryn addressed lysander.
"i believe i am called beldaryn." he paused, considering. "the reason i ask about such things is that i do not know what the words mean. i know they are not good, but, aside from that, i do not remember anything about myself, really."

[afro-elf]

Malathor grunted to himself.

Dwarves had to be the noisiest creatures in Arda. And one of the stunted runts was clamouring up the stairs. Knowing that Dwarves tended to be fast acting and slow thinking Malathor knew that things could get fairly messy very quick.

He simply said, " Hawair." However it was spoken in a manner that fully conveyed the idea for Hawair to deal with the Dwarf.

Still keeping his fully drawn bow at the wild Elf, Malathor kicked on the door with the heel of his foot to get the attention of those inside.

[Legolas]

Hawair was ready to deal with any threat from any side. When he heard a dwarf climbing upstairs, he thought to himself: "Problems. Problems the dwarves are and problems will they remain"
That dwarf was apparently trying to be kind and nice. He maybe thought that the spy-elf was a good guy, so he tried to deal with Hawair and Malathor. He tried to leap between Malathr and the spy, but Hawair was quicker. Hawair kicked the dwarf, slightly. The kick was enough to throw the dwarf down to his feet.
Hawair looked at the dwarf. He was conscious. Hawair told him:
- Excuse me, good sir. May I help you to stand up? - it was clear that the dwarf didn't understand being kicked.

[Littledude87]

Uggggg Bloody Hmgggggg. What was that for he asked the elf? Who are you and why did you kick me?

[delchrys]

as the activity began to turn to chaos, beldaryn's tight control of his mind and the voices within slipped ever so slightly, and he began to speak words in a language as ancient as the elves. a language that felt familiar to him, yet was as unknown as nazgul.

some of the others seemed to recognize at least the type of language he was uttering, but before any of them could respond, he had finished speaking, and, to everyone's surprise, a brief, bright blue burst of light exploded over the group's heads.

beldaryn stood, wavering unsteadily, as he realized that what had just happened had been HIS doing. he still knew not how, but his companions had reactions of their own...

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

Feraway let a little yelp and sprang to her feet, backing away some out of shock. Her eyes were quite wide and little blue circles danced in her vision due to the sudden flash of the bright light. "What was that!?" She said stareing at the man. She had been thouroughly spooked by what had just happened.

[Littledude87]

Before anyone could reply, A bright light flashed. Christon couldn't see anything, and he grunted when something crashed into him, Knocking him down hard

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

LittleDude87> Go read the Into the barrows thread.

[Renille]

Nibenel ducked from the blue light,averting her eyes from its brightness, and in the next motion, lept out the door to see who (if anyone) had caused the incident. Seeing the dwarf, and a strange elf, she asked, "What sort of magic is this? Who caused the light?" She was including the whole assembly in her question.

[delchrys]

beldaryn answered, "it was me. it had to be. i think. i...i keep hearing voices in my head, speaking strange words i don't understand...everyone was arguing, threatening each other...so much chaos, i just...i guess i just let the words come out of my head through my mouth."

[Nariel Starfire]

Nariel bit her lip to keep from smiling. The blue flash had, if just for a moment, taken the attention from her. The other Elf had turned to see the cause of the spark, then turned back to her, bow still bent. But that moment had been enough. No on ewas looking at her, so she was given time to take her daggers and hide them in her quiver and untuck her tunic from her belt. It hung very loose, for she did not wish to reveal herself quite yet. Then she removed her cloak slowly and held it in her hand.

"I apologize for the disappointment I have caused you, my lord, but I am not, never have been, and never will be a servant of the shadow of which you speak."

She turned to the elf, who was lying on the ground still She offered him a hand. "I thank you for your attemt at assistance, my height-deprived friend. However, I am sure that this group means me no harm. Perhaps it would be best if you were on your way. The things that will be discussed here are best left as they are."

[afro-elf]

Malathor heard the one called beldaryn start to chant. Although Malathor himself was no mage, being only 119 he was considered too you to start training in the craft, he knew the spell or at least had an idea what was coming.

He squinted as the flash came but never took his eyes off the wild elf.

When she removed her cloak Malathor noted that she was stunning even by elven standards. Most mortals would not have read the look in his eye, save for maybe a dunedain. But, he
knew she had caught it and he silently cursed himself. He knew that could be trouble.

He also failed miseriably to suppress a smile. He didn't know if he should feel insulted or bemused. Maybe she had been away from Elven kind for too long.

He cleared his throat and nodded towards her quiver were she had tried to clandestinely canceal her daggers.

[delchrys]

beldaryn looked at the elven woman. "wow." he could not find any more words; even the voices in his head fell silent for a moment...

[Legolas]

OOC: Nariel, there was only a dwarf lying on the floor. No elf.

IC: Hawair raised his head just when he saw a flash. Meanwhile, he seen some strange move made by a spy. This could not turn out to be good.
But then, that person took his cloak off. Hawair was amazed. "WOW", was the only thing Hawair could say. The elven creature looked so wonderful. "Just like I have always thought about Calaquendi", Hawair thought. Good thing was that Hawair was standing behind her, so she wouldn't see HIS looks.
But Hawair took him to his arms. "I must concentrate", he knew. Seeing a dwarf noticed that he was kicked, and that the "spy" offered him her hand, Hawair used the moment to ask Malathor (in hand-language, of course):
-What will we do now? May we try to get rid of them both, or will we get them in the group?

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

OOC: Littledude87 was being an @$$hole. I do not think he will be comming back.

[Littledude87]

Umm sorry ill just be going then?
What did i doo?

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

OOC: Again, go read the other Into he barrows thread.

[afro-elf]

OOC

Hey we can salvage this game. Can we all check out that last few post on the other thread?

[Nariel Starfire]

OOC: Can I just go ahead and post? Okay, I will. By the way, does this mean the dwarf never showed up or that we kill him off?

BIC:
Nariel was feeling a bit awkward that everyone was now looking at her. she had hoped that the chant would take the attention off her a bit longer. And to boot, she noticed that in her attempt to conceal her daggers, the hilt of one of them had caught on the rim of her quiver. She swore silently and unbuckled the straps that held the quiver in place, putting it on the ground. She then pulled out one dagger and lay it at malathor's feet.

"My apologies for my deceit. My explanation is simply this: I overheard your conversation regarding the wights and such and I believed that I would be of some assistance in your quest. I would have approached your group, but you left too soon and I could not easily knock and ask to be let in. THerefore I thought it best to listen to your Council and perhaps join you later."

[afro-elf]

OOC

I sent a personal email to everyone who seems too be in the game. I suggest a day or so for those who wish to,to reply.

Lets keep the dwarf in until it is clear if he is playing or not.



IC

Malathor relaxed and lowered his bow. The lull in the tenseness gave him a moment to better gauge the Elven women before him.

He discerned that she was supremely independant and quite confident. She could be a valued ally if he could trust her.

If this was the Wild Elf of Mirkwood then he would rather have her at his side.


"If I hand you your dagger and your quiver, do you promise not to kick me and run away as you did before?" offered Malathor with a relenting smile.

[Legolas]

OOC: OK, I'm playing, just as before. :)

IC: Hawair thought that a Wild Elf is better on their side, not against them. And that was what should happen. Malathor and the 'spy' have talked, and it seemed to be good enough. The dwarf, he was a passive guy. Trying to stand up, he was of no threat. The lightflash - it would be of later investogation. But Hawair knew something was not good. Some small thing... "Yes!" he thought. "I remember"
- Excuse me, lady, - he started. - If we aren't going to be enemies, then maybe we should tell each other our names, as we do not know yours. My name, as you should know from my and Malathor's talk, is Hawair. What is yours?

[Nariel Starfire]

Nariel exhaled, glad that they had finally relaxed. She nodded to Malathor and picked up her dagger and quiver. "My name," she said to Hawair. "Is Kalnarnen."

[Lysander]

Lysander could understand little of the communication between the elves, but the danger seemed to have passed, and so he turned his attention to the man called Beldryn; His madness, whether real or staged, held some great darkness, some power...

Trying to calm the man and perhaps learn some more from him, Lysander spoke, calmly but firmly:

"That is indeed a dark condition. What, if I may ask, is the last thing that you can remember?"

[Renille]

Nibinel was taken aback by the revealing of the strange elf's true indentity. She had thought for sure that the shadowy figure was evil. But she had been pleasently surprised.

But as for beladryn...well...amnesia was an easy excuse. She added to Lysander's question with, "Or are you lying to us? Do you really not know who you are?"

[delchrys]

beldaryn drew himself up at the questions which now assailed him. "it is not a matter of the LAST thing i can remember; the proper question is what is the OLDEST memory that i have." he paused and drew in a deep breath. "i remember waking up on the floor of a forested area about 2 moons past. i have had to use this blade more than once, and i seem to be proficient with it. i truly have no recollection of anything before the day on which i awoke in the woods." he turned to Nibinel, "i wish i could reassure you that i am not motivated by a dark purpose, but i would be lying if i did so--i am incapable of recalling anything about who i am, so it is possible that i am exactly what you fear. i want..no, i NEED, more than anything to bring my memories back so i can answer these very questions you pose. the only thing of which i am certain is that i am not fabricating this tale."

[afro-elf]

Malathor spoke, " Shall we go sit and continue discussion of the matters?"

[Renille]

OOC...I'm so sorry, I'm confusing people by misspelling my own char. name (leave it to me...) The correct spelling (for my own benefit,:D ) is NIBENEL. There. I...must...remember...

BIC-
Nibenel curtsied deeply to the man...saying softly, "I trust you are not one of those under the influence of the dark powers, sir." She could be a lady...at times. She sat down and waited for the discussion to start anew.

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

Feraway was was a little confused, she thought to herself "How could someone not know who they are?" She simply couldnt grasp the concept. Sitting back down where she had been before the blue flash, she thought to herself again "He does not seem evil...but I best watch him."

[delchrys]

beldaryn spoke up again, "perhaps a look at the map...it could help us all decide what exactly we should do"...

[Legolas]

Hawair replied to Malathor's question:
- Yes, I think we should go into the room and resume talking about these 'wights'. Maybe our new companion knows something more about them? - finished he, looking at Kalnarnen.

[Nariel Starfire]

Nariel smiled. "Ask, and I shall answer what I know."

[delchrys]

beldaryn cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed at the repetition of his revelation, "what are wights?" he asked. "how does one kill them?"

[afro-elf]

Malathor looked around to see if anyone else may have seen or heard the commotion. The noise from the tavern down stairs seemed to have drowned out noise from upstairs.


Malathor let every one else enter before he did.

He quickly glanced at all who were there.

The human Lysander seemed to be a Ranger of the North.

While Nibenel seemed to be a Dunedain of the south.

The Human/Hobbit Feraway seemed quite young to him, but he would withhold judgement until he came to know her better.

While never a overly fond of Dwarves, he knew they were fierce warriors.

Hawair he knew and trusted.

The unknowns to him were the ones called Beldaryn and Kalnarnen..

He didn't know what to make of the former and he definately didn't trust the latter.

"Yes, how does one kill a wight AND why do we think we are capable?"

[Renille]

Nibenel's brow wrinkled as she pondered Malathor's question.

"Is it possibe to kill a wight at all? I thought they were wraiths..."

[Lysander]

"I'll be the first to admit that I know little of these wights. In my experience, however, they are menaces not to be tifled with. Still, an investigation must be made; only by encountering these beings head-on will we learn their true power, and, hopefully, their weaknesses. Chattering endlessly about rumour and long-lost lore will do little to help the people of this land. I suggest we move out at first light; any more insights into our foes we may have can be discussed enroute."

[Nariel Starfire]

Nariel looked around. "What I know of these wights I believe has already been discussed. THey are spirits, servant of the witch-king, in bodies stolen from graves. The bodies I know can be destroyed but whether the wights can or not I know not. Nevertheless, I concur with the Ranger in that petty chat will not aid us. Only in meeting the wights will we know thier power. However, I do suggest one that may know more than the rest of us combined. And I suggest we meet in council with this one, the unknown- Tom Bombadil."

[delchrys]

"tom bombadil has divorced himself from the cares and affairs of the world of Men..." beldaryn's voice trailed off as his eyes regained their focus. he looked askance, noticing the attention of the room had shifted to him. "why do you stare at me?" he asked, perplexed.

[Legolas]

OOC: I am sorry for not posting for a few days. I'm a bit ill, and this may continue for a while. If I'm not active for 5 days, let afro-elf handle Hawair, OK?

IC: Hawair was the last to get back to the room. When question abaout the wights came, Hawair thought at first to himself: "what do I know about them? Nearly nothing..." o, he was very interested about the idea of meeting Tom Bombadil. He had heard much about him, and he was wanting to see him. He knew Tom was not affected by the Ring, also had Hawair heard about Tom's great knowing of nature. So, when Hawair could say a word, he said:
- Well, I think Nibenel's idea is a great one. Even if Tom Bombadil does not want to help us, a visit to his land will not be of any harm to us.

[afro-elf]

OOC: Legolas I've got you covered. I THINK you meant nariel who is traveling by the name Kalnarnen instead of Nibenel.


Malathor stared at beldaryn after the old man spoke. Something just clicked. Was it possible that Beldaryn was...

During his stay at the Grey Havens and Rivendell he had learned a smattering of phrases.. He asked the Human a question in a language that few now spoke in Middle Earth. He waited a reply.



OOC the language was Quenya. It was never rarely spoken in the third age by any save the Noldor and only during special occassions.

Sindarin was the lingua franca of the Elves. Numenoreans/Dunedain used it as a language of lore and as a secondary common tongue. So the Elven that everyone knows is Sindarin.


This doesn't mean that your characters CAN"T understand it but it would be really strecthing it.

My character only picked up a smattering of it and that being quite recent.


The two Dunedain could POSSIBLY know it. If Sindarin was the langauge of Lore then Quenya would have been a SUPER language of lore.

Sort of like knowing Latin ( Sindarin)

And Quenya being ANCIENT Greek or Sanskrit.

Hawair and Nariel might recognize it Quenya but probably would not know what was said.


Feraway sorry kid, but no chance. Just wouldn't fit.

[afro-elf]

beldaryn replies, in Quenya, "yes, i understand."

he looks even more surprised at himself.

"what is this?" he exclaims in 'common'.



Malathor paused. His brown skin stretched around his face as an exasperated look overtook him.

Malathor finally answered, "I asked you in 'Quenya do you understand me'. I barely know more than what I just asked you.
It is a tongue that is extremely rare in these fading years of Middle-Earth.

It is now only spoken rarely save those who have close ties to uttermost West and then only on select occasions.

I am a little loathe to speak of what I am thinking. For there may be other powers at work here that may outstrip our concerns; however, I do feel that those here deserve to know truth of matters especially if we are to me traveling companions."

He looked at Beldaryn and also a long moment at Kalnarnen.

He then continued, " If you wish I will voice my opinion aloud here with all others present or we could take a moment alone then come back and address the group.

Please excuse my caution but these are dangerous times.
Lysander can attest to the increased patrol of the Rangers here.
Nibnenel to the growing strength of Mordor. Hawair and myself to the increasing power of Dol Guldor.

I am wont to hinder someone who could be of assistance to us in these dark hours.

So Beldaryn do you wish for me to speak before us as a group or in private?

[Feraway Hawkbriar]

OOC:
Afro elf- "Feraway sorry kid, but no chance. Just wouldn't fit."

lol. Course not. :rolleyes:

[delchrys]

beldaryn replied, "i fear much the secrets locked within my head, but i will never fear Truth. you may voice your thoughts here and now. there is doubt and suspicion enough for all in this room; i do not seek to lengthen the shadow in these dark times."

holding his staff in the crook of one arm, he crossed his arms and waited to hear what the elf had to say...

[Legolas]

OOC: Oh sorry, I confused Nibenel and Kalnernen :)

IC: Hawair was listening to the talks. He knew Malathor said something in Quenya, yet his knowledge was not great enough to understand the meaning of his words. Despite this, Hawair was one of the least-knowing persons in the group, if talking about the wights. So, Hawair chose to wait for any good ideas to come out.

[delchrys]

"why would we brave the peril these spirits offer?" beldaryn inquired. "it sounds like they have been in their barrows for quite some time; why should we risk horrible fates to try to kill the unkillable?"

[Lysander]

"Perhaps, since the integrity of your memory seems to be in doubt, you've forgotten the poor soul who wandered into the tavern earlier this evening; the old man whose final words concerned these wights. We owe it to his memory, and to all the innocent and good people of these lands, to investigate the trouble. Whether these wights are unkillable are not seems inconsequential to our duty."

[delchrys]

"perhaps one can be so hasty as to confuse duty with foolishness, but that, is suppose, is for those greater than me to decide," beldaryn responded. "i felt the stirrings of memories at the mention of the word 'wight'" he continued, "so i must assume that it lies in my fate to attend to this matter alongside the others."

[afro-elf]

Malathor finally spoke, "Beldaryn, there are very few east of the sea who speak Quenya. You seem to have an intimate knowledge of Iarwain or Tom Bombadil as they call him in these parts. And you obvisously possess the Art. If I may hazard a guess I would say that you are a member of the Istari. The same order that Gandalf the Grey is member of.

The following is utter speculation. Perhaps since the Wights are active again maybe that was you reason for being here. Maybe your memory was lost after an intial confrontation with them? Or, Perhaps the process of incarnation was the cause of your memory loss?


He turned to the Ranger. Riding off to a needless death will not help the Breelanders or do much good for other's memory.

I say that they can be defeated, if not truly destroyed. They inhabit the bodies of the dead. If the bodies can me destroyed then their connection to the physical world is also broken."

[Legolas]

Hawair replied:
- Beldaryn, I agree to thy wise words that one may confuse duty and foolisheness, yet it can not be seen easily. To see whether it was one's glory or doom to do anything, one must travel to the end. Of course, as you yourself seem to be one of the Istari, you may know what this is. You, and not any other from the group. If your memory failure does not let you to determine, then the only possible outcome I can think of is going to the barrows.

[Nariel Starfire]

Although everyone else seemed interested in the wizard's history, Nariel was getting bored. She wanted to see Iarwain again. Meeting him had indeed changed her outlook on life. And Goldberry his wife had seemed so unconcerned. She would be glad to see them again. But she would never get to if the others kept talking. She wished they would hurry.

[delchrys]

"i do not know if what you say is correct," beldaryn replied, "but it is true that my memories elude me as we sit here, and the barrows may yet hold the key to what i have lost."

he paused briefly.

"i am weary; my travels have begun to drag upon my eyes and my thoughts. I propose that we sleep now and depart at dawn for these barrows. are we in agreement?"

beldaryn waited for the group's acquiesence, preparing to sleep.

[Nariel Starfire]

Nariel looked around. The others also looked weary, save the two Elves.

"I, for one, require no rest. And I doubt that Malathor and Hawair require it. However, I should be willing to wait until you others have met your required rest."

[afro-elf]

Malathor:

"I concur. Let those who need rest do so. As far as the Wights I say that fire may be our greatest weapon. I say burn them. Upon mortals they cast a aura of fear, so we should me weary. Upon us ( referring to the Elves), I so not think the fear is the same, but more along the lines of the fear that anyone would face if one faces a lethal foe.

The two Dunedain with us may be steadfast, so my greatest concern is for the..." Malathor paused not quite knowing how to address the 1/2 halfing

" the young lady." he continued. "Feraway I do not doubt your courage but I am concerned about your extreme youth.

[Legolas]

Hawair nodded, agreeing to Malathor's words.
- Although I myself do not need much sleep, However I would appreciate sleeping before a long journey, The journey we are going to will be one of these.

[Renille]

Nibenel spoke up once more..."I for one would appreciate one last night of sleep here. I plan to go back to Gondor directly after this adventure, and so I wish to be as well-rested as possible before our departure."

[afro-elf]

Malathor

So it is decided. Tonight we rest and tomorow we head out. I assume we all the gear we need. I guess the decsion as to how to deal wights or head to Iarwain can be made in route


Nibenel I may accompany Southward to Gondor after this adventure.

[Renille]

*curtsies* " Thank you;Gondor would be honored with your prescence, good sir. If this counsel is indeed over, I will retire to my bedroom."

[Nariel Starfire]

did this game die?

[afro-elf]

I think Delchrys has been kinda ill. Lets give it a litte more time before we abandon ship.