The Iron Wolf [Archive]

afro-elf

03-19-2002, 07:43 AM

ERUWYN

Eruwyn gazed southward. She stood high upon the Mts. of Mirkwood. Her bright elven eyes looked across the countless leagues to Dol Guldor, the Tower of the Necromancer.

In her distant youth she once gaily traveled there. At that time, the whole forest was called Greenwood the Great. But since the Shadow, Mirkwood had become its name. However, today, her hatred was soothed. On the lower slopes, she heard the victory songs of her troops. They had just completed a summer campaign against the spiders that dwelt nigh the Old Forest Road. With the reestablishment of Erebor and Dale, the need to keep the road safe for traveler of all types was greatly increased.

King Thranduil, promised that his Elves would take care of the initial clearing of the area and after that The road would be patrolled by Thranduil’s Elves, the Beornings and Woodmen. The Dwarves had agreed to rebuild the road. Eruwyn had been given the duty to command the initial clearing of the area.
Today was the last day of the campaign. As she looked at the Dark Tower, she smiled. By slaying the spiders she felt that she had won a personal battle against the Necromancer.

Suddenly, she heard a bird call her name. Racing towards her was a swift messenger hawk. Raising her gloved hand the bird landed gently and informed her that she was need at the king’s hall.

GALLASTOR

Gallastor stood by the front gates of Erebor. Being on rather friendly terms with the Dwarves and a master of herb lore, he was sent by Thranduil to trade medicinal herbs for weapons. He rather liked the Dwarves. They where rather taciturn like himself, and not so frivolous like those Mirkwood Elves who were incessantly trying to cheer him up.

A young Dwarf came up to him and informed him that King Thranduil requested his presence at court as soon as possible.

HAWAIR

Hawair and a small troupe of Elves were enjoying themselves by the forest river. They had divided themselves it to males and females and were engaging in a contest of banter.
Hawair was the front man for the males and Findulias was the leader of the females. The Two were cousins and there had always been a friendly rivalry between them. Findulias had just spoken a little rhyme which Hawair was afraid he could not match. However, as he paused trying to think of a witty comeback, an Elf came into the clearing informing all that Hawair was requested by the King. Hawair breathed a quiet sigh of relief and wondered what Thranduil wanted.

ARADIR

Aradir was deep in the libraries as was his wont. Several tomes and scrolls lay before him. His head rested in his hands. He heard the approach of a young Elf-Maiden. He turned to face her and recognized her as one of the King’s messengers…

Legolas

03-19-2002, 12:45 PM

Standing on the riverside, Hawair looked around. Trees, trees everywhere, birds in trees, a river, a stream, and many other so known thngs. So many songs and rhymes made about them. What other idea may he get? He will lose the contest, and bring shame to all males... No! This cannot happen.
- Let me think a bit, Findulias. - he said.
- Yes, please, - she replied, smiling.
Hawair sat down on the grass, slowly nodding his head. Not knowing what to compose, he started to think of all his experiences, hoping to find some idea.
But then, suddenly...
- Hawair! Hawair! Are you there?
- Yes I am, who wishes me?
- I am sent by the King, your King Thranuil. He said he has urgent matters to discuss with you. You should proceed immediately.
- Yes, I will, of course. The King's will is above every else. Sorry, Findulias, but we will have to continue our contest some othe time.
- No problem, Hawair, - Findulias replied.
Hawair sighed in relief and went with the messenger.

***

The song goes on anf forth,
down from the lips of Elf.
Meant to me it was from birth,
Until my body lays on shelf.

That was the best rhyme Hawair could think of. Of course, this would not be anything to compete against Findulias, so Hawair was pleased not to continue the contest.

Nariel Starfire

03-19-2002, 01:12 PM

As the hawk informed her that the King required her presence, Eruwyn stroked his brown feathers and whipered "thank you, friend." Then, with allspeed, she ran to the courts of the King.

Elvellon

03-19-2002, 03:05 PM

“I thank you, Oin, son of Gloin” Gallastor said in sindarin. The young dwarf bowed low and returned to his underground city.

Gallastor felt apprehensive. What may be the reason for the summoning? He pondered.
He felt slightly uncomfortable with the idea of being in the presence of the king. His people hadn’t kings, being ruled by the elders of their clans, with the agreement of all adult elves.
Gallastor had met the king before, twice, when he and his people asked for sanctuary, and later, when the king requested him to go to Erebor. He found the king an agreeable person, but the idea of so much authority concentrated in a single man was somewhat unsettling.
The king had learned of Gallastor knowledge of herbs, and, more importantly, that Gallastor kin had maintained long and friendly contacts with the dwarven houses of the east. This made him an excellent choice to send with a small group of elves to Erebor. To trade medical herbs for iron tools, and the precious stones the king is so fond of. That the king would summon him back, not waiting for his return, seemed to imply something grave might be at hand.
His old friend Vielyn stood by, looking at him. They had known each other all of their lives, and had started the journey west together. As the oldest of their small band of avari, Gallastor and Vielyn had acted as the elders of the group during the long journey west. Now, in the safety of the forest kingdom, his company returned to their old ways, roaming the forest without fear of the evil outside.

“Do you think something may have happened to our folk?” Vielyn asked, mirroring his own concerns.
“I don’t know” Gallastor said, “but probably not. Most likely my services as a healer are required.”
“Most likely” said Vielyn, without conviction.
The two elves saw a dwarven messenger advancing towards them, coming out Erebor.
“Were is Erestor?” asked Gallastor.
Vielyn frowned “speaking with those Sickly Ones from Dale” the elven maiden said. She shared Gallastor dislike for humans, a common trait among their people.
“Well, it is better he comes soon!” he replied.

Erestor run, he was late to the meeting with the dwarves, having spent too much time talking with the friendly traders from Dale. He knew Dévellon would not be pleased.
Being a native from Mirkwood, he disliked the temperament of the two avarim exiles.
They were too serious and silent for his taste. During their journey to the Lonely Mountain not even once had he been able to convince them to sing with him.
As he approached them once again, he noticed how similar they were, almost as if they were kin. Short for elves; with raven hair and dark eyes, and swarthy skin.

“Glad you could make it” Gallastor said, a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“I apologise” said Erestor “I lost track of time”
“ Never mind that” said Gallastor “ Lord Nori have sent a message; he is waiting for us inside Erebor, we should tarry no more.”
“You should know that I have been summoned by Lord Thranduil” said Gallastor as they walked ”I will not be able to complete our negotiations with Lord Nori , Vielyn will take over from now on”

Tonight they would dine with the dwarves and Gallastor would apologise to Lord Nori, the king’s steward, for his early departure. Fortunately he had prepared the batch of potions that the old dwarf had requested. Nori had broken a leg in an accident, and it had healed poorly. Gallastor potions would ease the pain of the old dwarf for a long time. Afterwards, Gallastor would leave, mounted in his worse “Wind”, to the Halls of the Elven King.

afro-elf

03-19-2002, 03:54 PM

OOC: cool thanks. That was EXACTLY what i was looking for. I wish to have a VERY intercative STORY TELLING "game". It allows you to be creative and gives be more background to work with and entertains me.

Nariel you can be as as verbose and creative with your character as you want. So fire away young lady.

I'll post here again as soon as I can.

afro-elf

03-20-2002, 10:28 AM

The great capital of the Wood-elves was modeled after long ago Menegroth, the capital of Doraith. Its polished wall and floors stretched for miles. Fountains and flora decorated the city. Great works of art from paintings and sculptures were throughout the city.
She was a marvel.

The four Elves were to meet The King in one of his small chambers.
The place was small but comfortable. Refreshments were set out for them and morning light shone in the room from a series of small mirriors that carried light from the outside.

Hawair was the first to arrive. He used his time to speak with he servants there. Hawair was well liked by all and was a master of conversation. It was rumored that he even managed to get some of the gloomy Elves to laugh. But, that was just a rumor.

Aradir was the next to arrive.
“Malathor,” exclaimed Hawair when he walked into the room. Though Aradir was his birth name most called him Malathor. ( golden eagle) This was due to the color of his skin and his eyes which were respectively brown like the soft down of the Eagle’s feathers and golden like their eyes.

Aradir greeted his friend with a hearty welcome. The two were fast friends of many years. Aradir, actually had a hand in the making of Darkness Slayer. He assisted Hawair in doing a lot of the magic research necessary make the great bow. Hawair introduced Aradir to the workers to which he was speaking.

Gallastor was the next to arrive. Upon entering, he noticed the two Elves who were deep in conversation. They acknowledged his presence with nods to which he returned his own. He sat at the far end of the table with the refreshments.

The blonde Elf he didn’t know. The other Elf he had met in passing once or twice. He was an Avari also, but of a different tribe who had entered Mirkwood well before his own had.

The last to arrive was Eruwyn. Though none of them had ever met her, they knew who she was immediately. The long, flowing, auburn hair, the bright eyes and the almost feral aura that seemed to radiate from her made it obvious to all that this was none other than the Captain Ranger of the Realm.

Legolas

03-20-2002, 02:03 PM

Riding through Mirkwood, Hawair was deep in his thoughts. He didn't even notice many strange things around him. No birds were singing. Nowhere.
But Hawair was thinking too much to notice this. 'What does the King need from me? What I may be of assistance?' he thought.
- Excuse me, - Hawair asked the messenger. - Don't you know why the King asked for me?
- No, I am sorry. Thranduil did not give me any other knowledge except that I must find you and tell you to go to the capitol as soon as you can.
- Ok then. Thank you.
- Not at all, sire.
Still deep in thoughts, the two travellers came to the capital. It always looked amazing, even to Hawair, who has seen it for many many years.
They arrived. They entered. And Hawair noticed Malathor, his old friend.
- Malathor! - he exclaimed. - My old friend! What brings you there?
- I was asked to go to our King. And what about you, friend? Why have you come so quickly?
- Me too, I was also given a message to come here. But anyway, what has happened to you in the years when we were apart? We haven;t seen each other for ages! Please, tell me everything!

Elvellon

03-20-2002, 07:46 PM

Gallastor had travelled to the Elven King’s Court as fast as he could. Despite his desire of greater speed, he was limited by his horse stamina, and he didn’t wish to force the noble animal too much.
During the journey his mind returned to the same questions over and over again; what is the reason for the king’s summoning? Are my people all right?

Finally, after days of journey, when night was falling, he reached the great subterranean city-fortress of Thranduil. The guards saluted him and took his tired horse to the stables, for a well a well-earned rest. Apparently they were expecting him.
In his first visit to the subterranean city, Gallastor was overwhelmed with it, but now he barely noticed the wondrous beauty of the place, his concern superseding everything else. He accepted a cup of cold water that a guard offered him, to quench the thirst of the journey. As he finished his drink, an elf, in service of the king’s House, approached him.

“Greetings, Gallastor! Be welcome to our city” he said “I am here to escort you to our king. Are you ready? Perhaps you need some time to refresh yourself?”
“I thank you, but I am fine ”Gallastor said, “lets us not make the king wait. Please, lead on.”
The elf led Gallastor by a labyrinth of corridors to a pleasant chamber were he was told to wait. In the room were several elves, a few servants, and two other. The later were enjoying a warm conversation. Gallastor recognised Aradîr, an elf he met once, and greeted him with a nod before sitting by himself, enjoying the refreshments. He looked relaxed, but nothing could be more far from the truth. He listened the other elves conversation for a while, hoping that it would hint of the reasons for him being there, but to no avail.
Sometime afterwards, A tall elven maiden joined the group there. She had a commanding aura about herself, and Gallastor presumed her to be Eruwyn, the captain of the king’s rangers. He tried to read her face, again hoping it might reveal something, but he couldn’t perceive anything that he could make sense of.

Nariel Starfire

03-21-2002, 08:11 PM

Eruwyn stopped running shortly before reaching the capitol. She was not out of breath, and felt the same as she had before she let the hill. As she entered the building, all conversations stopped. She didn't recognize any of the ELves already there, but they obviously recognized her. She nodded in greeting to each of them and looked around for a familiar face. Finally, she found one. "Linsul," she said to one of the servants. "What is the meaning of this summon?"
"I know not."
"Very well," said Eruwyn as she moved away from the others for a bit. She found a small sparrow pecking around on the ground and knelt next to it. Whereas normally such a small bird would be terrified of a large creature such as an Elf, this one showed no fear of Eruwyn. It hopped onto her finger and they began to carry on a seemingly amusing conversation.

OOC: I figure since Eruwyn is a loner, she doesn't talk much except to animals.

afro-elf

03-22-2002, 02:21 AM

OOC: I figure since Eruwyn is a loner, she doesn't talk much except to animals.

no problem.

I hope to post in the next 24 hours

afro-elf

03-22-2002, 07:01 PM

After some time the king finally arrived. Those who he had summoned slightly bowed their heads respectfully towards the king. Thranduil was not known for his jovial demeanor and today the Sindarin Lord seemed even more somber than normal. Taking a seat on a slightly raised dais, he spoke.

“ I have called you all here for there is a grave matter that is affecting the kingdom. The Woodmen have complained that …,” the king paused for a moment searching for the correct word, “ trouble,” he continued, “ has come since the Dellevon Avari started to inhabit a certain area of the forest.

The King paused to discern the reaction his words had on those who sat before him.

Nariel Starfire

03-22-2002, 07:41 PM

Loriel's expression said nothing of what she was thinking. Inside, she tried not to smirk. She knew the Dellevon Avari would be troublemakers. But it was a somber occasion. Sad, indeed. She knew what the king was asking her.

Elvellon

03-22-2002, 08:59 PM

As Gallastor watched, Eruwyn spoke with a servant:
- Linsul, what is the meaning of this Summon?
- I know not - Linsul answered.
- Very well.

“So she does not know”, he thought. With that he felt suddenly more relaxed; it would be difficult for the captain of the rangers not be aware of enemy presence inside the kingdom, and therefore it was unlikely that his people had suffered an attack.
“Too many bad experiences during the last years”, he considered, “I’ve came to expect only the worse”

The King entered the room some time afterwards. Gallastor rose from the chair and made a slight bow with his head, according with the custom of the Forest Kingdom.
The king sat himself in a large chair on a dais. to Gallastor he looked to be in a somber mood.

-I have called you all here for there is a grave matter that is affecting the kingdom. The Woodmen have complained that …– the king paused as if looking for words – trouble, has come since the Devellon Avari started to inhabit a certain area of the forest - the king paused, apparently to evaluate the reations of the assembled elves to his words.

Outwardly he remained calm, yet Gallastor felt a sudden hanger rise in him. He could see were this was going. He disliked the Sickly Ones and deemed most of them to be treacherous and vile. That the king had called his people Devellon Avari didn’t improve his disposition neither. He accepted the nickname but disliked it. His people name was the Windan, yet few in Thranduil’s kingdom had learned it.

Legolas

03-23-2002, 05:30 AM

Hawair was waiting for the King to arrive. Suddenly, some servant passing by slipped, fell down, taking Hawair with him. Hawair stuck his head with some sharp thing, and all colours around him became pink, pink and pink! He hated pink, and tried, shaking his head, to make such colours disappear. Nothing happened, however. 'Dammit', Hawair thought to himself. 'Eru is playing with us oncemore!'
Still trying to get out of that nasty colour scheme, Hawair noticed King's arrival. He jumped on his feet, and nearly lost conciousness. 'That wound is more than I thought...'
- Malathor, - he whispered. - May you look what's with the back of my head?

afro-elf

03-24-2002, 04:58 PM

Aradir took a moment before the King reached the dais to check Hawairs head.

" You'll be fine." he said and then turned his attention to the king...

...As the King paused the word trouble seemed to hang in the air.

"Trouble My lord?" queried the brown skinned Elf.

The King continued, " Yes. I called you all here for your skills. Eruwyn you are a tracker, Hawair you are an archer, Aradir you are a swordman and a mage, and Gallastor these are your people.

The woodsmen say that the Devellon have brought a curse into the forest to drive them away from there homes. The Devellon say that it is the Woodmen who are to blame for the coming of the curse and it is the Woodmen who wish to see them leave.

Both sides seem to be plagued by some horror. There are even whispers, whispers that a werewolf may have come."

Again the King stoppd letting his words sink in.

Legolas

03-25-2002, 03:51 AM

Hawair waited for Malathor to look at his head.
-You'll be fine.
-Thank you, Malathor. I feel much better now... the pink is disappearing from my eyes.
Then, Hawair listened patiently to what the King said. After hearing him, he fell down to his thoughts. 'What may have happened?', he thought. 'It is obviously something unnatural. The woodsmen are not so fearful that they would be scared by some wolf or something. Only dark magic can make them run in fear.' But Hawair did not say this loudly. He waited for others, especially Gallastor to say something.

Elvellon

03-25-2002, 09:23 AM

Gallastor pondered the words of the king. A werewolf? Never, in living memory, had the Windan face one of those creatures. Only the oldest legends of his people spoke of such a terror.
He didn’t believe any of his people was responsible. It was not the Windan way to strike first, but it was to strike last. He knew that some, among his people, were masters of illusion. If the Sickly Ones attacked them, they might have use illusions to scare them of, but he also knew that they wouldn’t hide this from the king. The Sickly Ones? With these anything was possible, but he wasn’t certain they were responsible neither. For once, it might be that they were as much the victims as were the Elves.

Gallastor spoke:
- If indeed this isn’t the doing of the Sickly Ones, then some foul creature from the south must have slipped the vigilance of the kingdom border guards. That it can remain hidden from my people speaks of its skill, and suggests the reason of its presence. Wouldn’t it serve the sorcerer of Dol Gundur if Elves and Sickly Ones were at war?

Nariel Starfire

03-25-2002, 03:14 PM

Eruwyn listened to the king. A werewolf? Indeed, she thought, no such creature had ever been seen in her time or anyone that she knew. One thing she did know, however, was why the king had required her presence. As leader of the King's Rangers and a master in tracking, stealth, and communication with the earth and animals, she would be the only one of the group able to find the beast without alerting it of her presence.

Gallastor spoke.
"If indeed this isn’t the doing of the Sickly Ones, then some foul creature from the south must have slipped the vigilance of the kingdom border guards. That it can remain hidden from my people speaks of its skill, and suggests the reason of its presence. Wouldn’t it serve the sorcerer of Dol Gundur if Elves and Sickly Ones were at war?"

"That it can remain hidden from me," said Eruwyn, "can only be explained by the assumption that the beast has access to some type of sorcery. For if the birds and beasts have not told me of its presence, then all who have seen it are dead, or under some spell. As for the sorcerer who makes his hiding in Dol Gundur, nothing would bring him more joy than to see unrest within those who give him the most strife."

afro-elf

03-26-2002, 10:09 AM

just letting you know it MIGHT be a few days

before i can post

afro-elf

03-27-2002, 12:17 PM

THranduil contiuned...

The area is called Fel-haven. Both parties live in this area. I urge to find the truth of this matter. You may act with my full backing within reason.

Do you have any questions?

afro-elf

03-28-2002, 08:11 AM

Aradir spoke,

Well, it seems that the Lady is here for her tracking skills, Gallastor for the knowledge of his people, Hawair for his bow and his knowledge of the Woodmen and I seem to be here as support. As such I defer to you three .

Nariel Starfire

03-28-2002, 12:08 PM

Eruwyn looked at him. "Nay, Aradir. I have heard much of you. It is my assumption that your presence is necessary for your skills as a mage. Though I know not much regarding werewolves {that's gaurhoth, right?}, I doubt that a simple arrow will bring about their death."

Legolas

03-28-2002, 12:35 PM

Hawair said:
'Malathor, my friend! You do not need to downrate yourself. You are as powerful and as needed as all of us are, if not more. Look, for example, at me: I may shoot precisely, but no physical damage may bring death to a werewolf, at least from what have I heard. Or maybe Eruwyn - she may track the creature, but when it comes to fight, she is not very much of help. ['No offense ment to you, Eruwyn', Hawair added] So it comes that from our group, you are the best and mostly needed.'

Elvellon

03-28-2002, 04:08 PM

Gallastor said nothing for a while, concentrated in deep thought, then he addressed the king:

- It is obvious we need more information of how to fight such a creature. Who among the kingdom wise elders could give us such answers?

afro-elf

03-28-2002, 08:06 PM

The King smiled and pointed to Aradir.

Don't let his modest demeanor fool you. He was only buying time for himself to gather his thoughts so there would be no pressure upon him. But I am putting pressure on him so speak now Aradir.

Aradir fidgeted in his chair, obviously not liking the attention he was receiving. However the king had spoken so he had to give a reply.

Well I am hestitant to say if it is a TRUE were-wolf or not. It maybe just an USAULLY large and intelligent Warg. The TRUE were-wolves servants to melkor and sauron in the ancient wars in lost beleriand. they were fell spirits imprisioned in wolves bodies.

they possessed phyisical bodies and could be slain.

The greatest were carharoth and draugluin both slain in the first age.

afro-elf

03-29-2002, 07:36 AM

OOC

sorry i need to change one thing here ( rookie mistake)

the situation is that thranduil receievd a request as an OUTSIDE moderator from a group of devellon and woodmen who live in a small forest east of mirkwood. this territory does not belong to the king. but has close ties. this area you have heard of BUT none of you have been there.

sorry for the mishap

Elvellon

03-31-2002, 09:19 AM

- Can they change into a fair guise? – Gallastor said.

afro-elf

04-01-2002, 01:50 PM

aradir

there is nothing in the lore that would suggest it is so; however, that does not mean it isn't possible.

Elvellon

04-03-2002, 09:44 AM

- Well, I’m ready to go, what about you all? - Gallastor said to the others.

Legolas

04-03-2002, 02:47 PM

- If there is nothing more we may get knowledge about, then I think we should not waste time and leave as soon as we all are ready. I am ready myself, - Hawair said.

Nariel Starfire

04-03-2002, 05:18 PM

Eruwyn smiled at the eager ones. She did not look down on them, for it was not as if she was much older than they. They were (What would the Ents call it?)... Ah, yes. Hasty. However, if she was to track the beast, she must make her decision soon. She bowed to the King and nodded her approval. And she smiled at the especially hasty Hawair. What had he said? She would not be much use in a fight? She suppressed laughter. He would learn...

afro-elf

04-03-2002, 11:03 PM

Aradir spoke up

Maybe we should wait a moment before we rush off.

Gallastor maybe you can see if any of your folks know anyone in that region who may be of assitance

Eruwyn maybe we can gather some maps

Hawair perhaps we can find out who the local authorites are

Also we need to get some horses and maybe some equipment
Hunting a supposed werewolf may prove tricky

Nariel Starfire

04-04-2002, 02:50 PM

Maps? Aradir had asked her to find maps? There was no one who knew Rhovanion better than The Lonely Maiden. But she nodded. She knew where the maps were kept. And her horse was always nearby. When she didn't need him, he always followed closely. What kind of equipment did Aradir mean? She wasn't sure.
"With your leave, Majesty" she bowed to Thranduil. He nodded and she scurried out of the room and headed for the archives.

afro-elf

04-05-2002, 03:58 AM

Aradir just caught something barely perceivable in Eruwyn's eye.
he spoke:

M'lady the maps are to help us triangulate the lair of the beast by seeing where it strikes. As for equipment, perhaps there are traps that we have here in our city that might be lacking where we go.

Elvellon

04-05-2002, 06:25 PM

Aradîr, I’m an elder of my people – Gallastor said – my voice carries authority among the Windan. Those of my people that may know something more about this events are still in our home woods; I can guide us there.
But horses may be of little use once we get there. Most of the forest is quite dense.

afro-elf

04-06-2002, 06:50 PM

The king stood and thanked the four.

"I have other matters to attended to. I trust you shall solve this problem."

The four nodded to him as he left them.

Aradir turned to Gallastor

If the Windan are on the way perhaps it may be good to visit them for some possible information.

Maybe Eruwyn can send some messenger animals ahead to see what they might gather.

Should we head out tomorrow morning.

Elvellon

04-06-2002, 08:53 PM

Your idea is good, Aradîr - Gallastor said. - Lady Eruwyn, if you can, please instruct your winged friends to search for Tatharon, the Hunter. They will know how to find him, for he is a great friend of all that flies.

Instruct him, if you will, to ask the other hunters to search for clues about the whereabouts of the werewolf, but to not risk themselves under any pretext. Tell him I asked for him to do so.

Also, tell him to tell Gaerfine to look for Wolf-Bane, we may need it once we get there, and I don’t have the time to search for it.

Legolas

04-07-2002, 05:39 AM

Hawair spoke:

- I also do concur to the wise proposal made by Aradir. I would like to be of some assistance too, but I do not know what may I do. Maybe someone could give me any task?

afro-elf

04-08-2002, 07:07 AM

Hawair you want something to do?

Well I'm gonna head down to the archives to see if I can drag up anything more on werewolves.

You can tell your cousin that since we are going to uncertain doom that she can come and visit me

Aradir finished with a devilish grin on his face

Nariel Starfire

04-10-2002, 02:29 PM

Eruwyn turned and heard the others' instructions. She bowed again and headed toward the archives. On her way there, her sharp eyes caught sight of something. It was fleeting, but intrigued her. She followed the flash of grey and brown into the woods until she finally passed it and stood in its path. Before her she saw a large eagle. It had been walking through the forst.

"Garistal, what are you doing?" she asked, frightening the poor bird. She noticed it dragged one wing on the ground.
"Something had injured me. Only by the grace of Eru have I survived." The eagle replied.
"Tell me what happened." Eruwyn sat on the brown leaves covering the ground.
"I was flying over Fel-haven, scouting for any unusual activity, for I had heard that there was a fell aire about. Suddenly, over the darkest part of the area, a streak like a wizard's fireworks came flying up to me and struck my wing. It was as if it was aimed for me. I fell to the ground, but luckily I landed in a bush, which broke my fall. I then made all haste here, where I knew I would find you."
Eruwyn had heard enough. "Come, Garistal. We must alert the others." The eagle climbed up on her shoulder and she made haste to a clearing in the forest. Then she and Garistal called all the animals in the vicinity. When they arrived, she began to speak.
"Friends, I have somber news. A great evil has arisen in Fel-haven. I know not what it may be but I must ask of all of you to risk your lives for me. It is dangerous, but I wish of you to do this for the safety of all. Please post yourselves along the path to Fel-haven. take note of all you see or hear and relay it directly to me.
"Sky-dwellers, I wish you to fly over the area and scout. But do not go near the darkest part of the forest. Dear Garistal has been injured there.
"Ground-dwellers, tunnel as close as you can and see what you see. Others, you will be my informants. You quickers creatures: Horses, rabbits, and wolves, you will find me and report what the others see. Thank you, friends."
THe animals voiced their consent and went their respective ways. "Garistal, you will remain with me. I must take you to the city, where I can treat your wound. Then, you may travel with me on my quest."

afro-elf

04-12-2002, 05:33 AM

Aradir laboured long into the night scouring the archives. Elves were usually only concerned about themselves. Records from other lands were hard to come by. But, he was able to gather that Sauron had were wolves in service after the Elder days.

After the battle of five armies,Perhaps the power that in Dol Guldor was raising again was breeding were wolves.

He calmed his senses and hoping to sense something of the nature of the future. All that he sensed was a deep gray mist and the shadow of a large wolf like creature and a terrible dread...

Elvellon

04-15-2002, 06:43 AM

It was nearly morning, and Galastor waited near the gate of the elven city. His horse nearby. Where were the others? He felt impatient. His people needed him and they were loosing too much time.

afro-elf

04-15-2002, 08:06 AM

Aradir was the next to arrive at the departure point. His head was bowed and he was deep in troubled thought.

He nearly walked into Gallastor.

" I'm sorry," he said with a very forced smile.

Elvellon

04-15-2002, 08:12 AM

-No problem.-Galastor said. Then he saw the troubled look in Aradîr’s face.- is there a new problem?

Legolas

04-16-2002, 02:34 PM

Hawair suddenly felt something in his mind. That 'something' was like a distant voice, a call for help, a plea. It told Hawair to hurry somewhere to the deep Mirkwood, to help someone in deep need.
Without telling anyone, Hawair quickly took out his bow, arrows and daggers and ran out of the capital city.

OOC: I am going to quit the game for a little while. I hope to continue after some time.

afro-elf

04-17-2002, 10:44 AM

Yes Galastor I am troubled.

During the night I attempted to scry the area of Fel-haven. But the area seemed to be covered in a mist the befuddled my attempts. then I sensed the shadow of some fell beast and it seemed to sense me. I was filled with dread and immediately withdrew my sense. I've never been so shaken before.

but that's not the worst of it. it seems that Hawair has disapeared. I feel that some spell as been placed upon him to place him in a fey mood.

His bow will be sorely missed.

I assume that we just await the Lady.

Nariel Starfire

04-18-2002, 05:13 PM

At that moment, Eruwyn approached the men with an eagle on her shoulder. Its wing was wrapped in bandages with a crude splint attached, and in her hand Eruwyn carried several scrolls.

"Here, friends, I have your maps. And horses await us outside the city. Beware, for they are wild, but I believe they will heed me. I have just seen Hawair leaving the city. He would not speak with me. Have you any idea what fowl play is taking place here?"

afro-elf

04-21-2002, 12:04 PM

Aradir recants what he told Gallastor. Upon finishing he continued,
"That means whatever power this may be it knows we are coming. We can not escape our doom what ever it may be. Shall we ride forth?"

Elvellon

04-21-2002, 03:13 PM

- ,,,Shall we ride forth? – Aradir said

In a single, fluid motion Galastor mounted his horse. He look straight ahead, to the gate, is eyes chinning with a cold, hard glimmer.
– I’m ready, let’s go – he said.

afro-elf

04-25-2002, 09:48 AM

Aradir nodded.

After a moment jumped upon his steed. The Baranavar was gird as if for war. He wore no helm and his hair was bound into a long braid. However, he wore light armor. Hardened black leather covering light but sturdy metal. He also carried a war-shield with a sharp point.

His golden eyes burned brightly.

"Let's bring home a wolf pelt," he spoke with determinnation.

afro-elf

04-26-2002, 04:16 AM

oops
speaking quickly the game master says, "he has a sword and a kurki"

* hides head ashamed over obvious oversite*

Nariel Starfire

04-27-2002, 12:12 AM

Eruwyn smiled at their eagerness as she mounted her steed gracefully. THe eagle on her shoulder fluttered its wings to keep its balance as she leapt. The bird then jumped onto the horse's back, frightening the animal. She quickly whispered in its ear and it calmed.
She rode to the head of the group, her dark hair gleaming like a helm upon her head. "As was once said by one nobler than I, 'Forth the Three hunters!'" And she rode off, her horse swift as the wind, the others close behind.

afro-elf

04-29-2002, 09:49 AM

evellon and nariel

Ive a big question for you two

Finals are starting here so I've gotta write ,administer and grade exams, and then I've gotta do entrance exams and interviews

this may take awhile. do you want me to just give you a synopsis?

or do you want VERY sporadic posting from me?

Nariel Starfire

05-04-2002, 02:53 PM

In all honesty, I don't care either way. We could do both-- yolu give us a partial synopsis and then we run as if you were there until you come back. Or, though this may not seem such a good idea, we could take your character out for some reason opr other until you come back.

Elvellon

05-06-2002, 03:31 PM

Well, I’ve been very busy myself; I’m afraid I haven’t visited the moot in a long while. I probably won’t be able to post much myself, for a while yet. Anyway, I’m fine with anyway you choose to do it.

afro-elf

05-07-2002, 03:34 PM

I was basing this rpg on 'brotherhood of the wolf"..

What do you get when you mix together Merchant-Ivory period costume drama, werewolf-inspired horror, "X-Files"-type conspiracy paranoia, swashbuckling derring-do, Hong Kong martial arts fantasy, and some gratuitous sex and violence thrown in for good measure? How about the genre-bending French actioner "Brotherhood of the Wolf (Le pacte des loups)","?

The story is loosely based on a real event, the 'Beast of Gevaudan", a wolf that was responsible for dozens of deaths in the French countryside before it was killed in 1764. According to the script by Stéphan Cabel and director Christophe Gans, the details of this event were far more sinister than as presented in historical records, with the carcass that was presented to the King having been faked and the truth covered up.

The film kicks off with the arrival of Grégoire de Fronsac (Samuel Le Bihan of "Three Colors: Red"), an 18th-century Fox Mulder, and his Canadian Iroquois sidekick Mani (Hawaiian martial artist Mark Dacascos, who recently appeared in the Hong Kong actioner "China Strike Force"), who have been sent by the Royal Court to track down and kill the 'Beast'. Though popular belief has it that the 'Beast' is a demon, Fronsac believes that there is a much more down-to-earth explanation for the killings. During their investigation, they cross paths with many of the nobles of Gevaudan, including the one-armed Jean François de Morangias (Vincent Cassel, seen recently in "Birthday Girl"), local clergyman Henri Sardis (Jean-François Stévenin), and the young Thomas d'Apcher (Jérémie Rénier), who eagerly joins them on the hunt. Fronsac also becomes entwined with two women, the beautiful and chaste Marianne (Emilie Dequenne) who happens to be the younger sister of Morangias, and Sylvia (Monica Belluci of "Malena"), a mysterious courtesan with a hidden agenda.

Nariel Starfire

05-20-2002, 12:47 PM

okay, that works. Let's keep going and see what happens....

Elvellon

05-28-2002, 07:14 PM

Finally I’ve returned! :D I apologise for the long time it took me to be back, too much work I’m afraid.
On the other hand, I have some good news! I haven’t forgot your request AE, and I’ll be working on it now.;)

Ps.
I like your idea for the campaign,:cool: let’s see how it goes…:)

Nariel Starfire

05-31-2002, 12:11 PM

okay so do we just keep posting or are we going to hold off till AE comes back?

Elvellon

06-01-2002, 09:01 AM

I think we can do the voyage of the companions through Mirkwood to the country of the Devellyn and/or the Woodmen country. This could be done as a secondary adventure. This way AE could take back control whenever he wants, and no damage would be done to his plot, or so I believe.

afro-elf

06-04-2002, 07:11 AM

Sorry, but if you two wish to take this on for yourselves be my guests. My duties at school are more involved than I thought they would be.

Elvellon take your time with the request.

Legolas

07-24-2002, 09:32 AM

Hi guys,

I am back, finally. Now I have much more free time to post and contribute to this game.

But I see that there aren't really many new posts since I quitted (and it was several months ago). So, is this game dead or what? Please tell me that it isn't...

Nariel Starfire

07-30-2002, 01:49 PM

I hope it's not dead. I liked this thread. We can continue and see where it goes... I don't think we necessarily have to stick to the plot

Elvellon

07-30-2002, 05:03 PM

Well then, count me in too.

Nariel Starfire

07-31-2002, 11:03 PM

alright, then let's get this show on the road. where were we anyway?

Elvellon

08-01-2002, 04:03 AM

We were just leaving the halls of the Elven King

Legolas

08-01-2002, 01:36 PM

OOC: Great, finally we are again going!
BTW, love your sig Nariel ;)

IC: After hearing the strange voice calling him, Hawair departed from the halls of Thranduil. Without telling anyone.

For days, he has travelled deeper and deeper into the Mirkwood, being called by a mysterious voice. 'Come, please... I need your help...', the voice kept saying again and again.

After several weeks, Hawair has reached a small river. The voice has became seemingly stronger at that time: 'yes, come to me, Hawair!', he heard. Entering the open field along the river, Hawair saw several young ladies of Elvish looks playing at the river bank. 'Nymphs', he thought to himself... 'NYMPHS!'

But he was dominated. One of the nymphs turned to him, and said, this time aloud: 'Come to me, Hawair, come and enjoy with us...'

But at that time, something jumped out of the bushes on the other side of the river. These were a band of orcs. No mental domination could overwhlem Hawair's wish to kill orcs. Immediately, he took his famed bow, Morinehtar, and started shooting arrow after arrow. The nymphs, however, stood there doing nothing. Apparently, the orcs were too stupid to fall into their charms. Luckily, Hawair's bow was enough to defeat this small band. When about 30 orcs were killed, the rest simply ran away.

'Now, back to you, ladies.' Hawair started.
'No, please, do not hurt me!' one of the nymphs exclaimed. 'I did not want to do harm to you!'
'I bet you do not understand how many lives have you put at risk? I must be with my firends now, they might have already departed far away!'
'Please, I can help you! I will teleport you to the place where I have started to call you!'
'Good, but be quick!'

The nymph has raised her hands, and after some moves and words, Hawair felt likes he was carried somewhere. The view around blurred for a moment, and then he saw that he was in the lower level of the castle Thranduil, from where he left... how long ago? A day? A week? A year?..

OOC: I know this sounds crappy, but I wanted simply to get my char back into action :D

Nariel Starfire

08-01-2002, 05:09 PM

OOC: thanks legolas.

BIC:
They had ridden nearly the entire day. When Eruwyn's horse grunted, she spoke to it for a moment, studied the night sky, then reigned in and halted the others. "Friends, we must pause."

And so they set up camp, more to rest the horses than for their own benefit. As they sat around the fire, a wolf came running to her. The others looked on as she carried on an involved conversation, then sent it back from whence it came. "There has been another reported sighting. Perhaps now would be a good time to use our maps." She retrieved one of them- a map of mirkwood- from her satchel and unrolled it in the light of the fire. "Here, here, and here have been sightings. The attacks have each been exactly a league from the sighting, suggesting that this is a clever creature. I hold that this is no mere werewolf we track."