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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 15, 2011 6:10:32 GMT -6
To be fair, it is a rather long climb down those stair... and back up again!
Time slowly marches on...
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 15, 2011 6:12:06 GMT -6
Now would be an ideal time for Cal and Heartless to let me know what gear Soval and Eohild have left behind at the camp!
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Post by doctorx on Jul 15, 2011 7:23:08 GMT -6
When he does seek out the Halflings they are greatly distressed to be thought of as errand boys. "We little folk do what we may, and happily," they state, nodding sagely and agreeing with one another emphatically. "Were it not the Shire-folk who did the greatest errand ever told?""Indeed it was, my good Sir, indeed it was. And not even the mightiest Lords among Elves and Men would do.""Not even the mightiest, no, but leave it to the Shire folk to clean up their right pickle,""As ever, if you don't mind!"And so it goes on... "How in the name of the Valar did we beat Sauron..?" mutters Lómëluin in disgust as he stalks away to tend the wounded as best he can...
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 15, 2011 19:38:25 GMT -6
Lomeluin trades swords and bow for healing hands, and his scowl at the lazy halfling folk for a look of concern and he tends mainly to Vestri the battered Dwarf.
Though the Elves and Dwarves have suffered a long mistrust, Lomeluin is (apparently) not so callous as not leave Vestri suffering right under his nose.
When the Dwarf is roused by the sharp scent of crushed herbs he is able to take a draft of Sili's Long Lake Ale, and this does seem to invigorate him...
Meanwhile Sili and Dernfara also take their repast while Norin and Eohild keep the watch...
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 15, 2011 19:45:59 GMT -6
The better part of an hour passes in the dark.
Hepti's second torch is near consumed.
Soval and Dernfara's lanterns both burn quietly on...
Now Vestri is as recovered as he is going to be without fuller treatment.
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Vestri has 2/8 hit points, Dernfara has 14/19 hit points, Sili has 14/20 hit points.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 15, 2011 19:48:49 GMT -6
What now gentlemen?
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 15, 2011 20:58:52 GMT -6
Now we head on down the southwest passage (the one the trolls came up from) to explore for a bit.
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Post by calithena on Jul 15, 2011 21:01:15 GMT -6
OOC: Soval is ready to move on....I guess I was waiting for an answer to my question in the OOC thread about what we should do with our dead. Maybe you answered it here....I'm on vacation so limited internet here, I'll try to get you some equip information soon but it may be another week. In general Soval wants to delve deeper!
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 15, 2011 21:40:29 GMT -6
Apologies Cal, I missed that one. I've answered in the OOC thread
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 16, 2011 4:29:37 GMT -6
So what is to be done with the body of Grim?
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 16, 2011 9:40:12 GMT -6
Sili: "Vestri, help bring the fallen human back to camp, and tell Miodvintir of your heroism. Hepti my friend, time to earn a battle-scar of your own, we hunt trolls by your torch-light!"
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Post by tombowings on Jul 16, 2011 10:31:37 GMT -6
"Let us regroup the formation before continuing." suggests Elindir. "What say you all to scouts up front, so do we continue as a company?"
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 16, 2011 11:00:07 GMT -6
"Aye, agreed," replies Norin, who isn't a scout.
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Post by ragnorakk on Jul 16, 2011 16:15:49 GMT -6
Celglin will help take Grim outside
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2011 21:45:00 GMT -6
Legandir stands and readies his Rivendell bow, fitting an arrow to its string, and walks silently to the head of the southwest passage, where he awaits the detailed (and noisy) preparations of the rest of the party.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 17, 2011 1:46:15 GMT -6
Celglin and Vestri will need a light, and likely an escort also, to return the body of Grim the Dunderling to the surface.
The ever practical ranger Dernfara volunteers for this duty. He sheaths his two straight, bright swords, and then picks up his glowing lantern, and says grimly to Celglin "Perhaps you should take this light, for the weight of a dead Man will soon weary you..."
Celglin quickly sees the logic in this, and picks up the lantern, while the strong Dernfara and Vestri carry the burdensome body. The three of them begin the long trip down the stairs...
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 17, 2011 2:19:44 GMT -6
As the footfalls and light of Dernfara, Celglin and Vestri vanish down the great stair, the remainder of the company form up into their (depleted) marching order, as follows;
Front
..... .e.g. ..... ..... .s.n. .O.L. .l.t. .E.h. Hepti's torch .A.N. .b.a. .u.I. .B.H. ..S.. Soval's lantern .....
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A Ardenbard a Largo B Barald... b Baraglin C ......... c D ......... d E Eremin... e Elindir G ......... g Legandir H Hallam... h Hepti I Einar.... i L Dalain... l Lomeluin N Nat...... n Norin O Eohild... o S Soval.... s Sili T ......... t Telthalion U ......... u Burmon V ......... v
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 17, 2011 2:43:27 GMT -6
And at last the company is underway again.
Now they cross the mighty West Hall following the central road that runs between the two files of huge columns, with Elindir and Legandir moving near silently a-front of the shunk, shunk, shunk of the marching column.
As they march, Ardenbard notes for the first time that there appears to be a long, rule-straight strip of metal, perhaps 2" wide set into the ground...
Meanwhile, the light of Hepti's lone torch is dim, scarcely lighting the way ahead of the Half-Elves, regardless of their sharp eyes. Thoughts of lighting their own lanterns cross the minds, not for the first time, lest some foe come unseen upon them in the dark.
Now after a short march the company reaches the bodies of the felled Trolls, and very shortly after they reach the long dark passage from whence some of the monsters did came.
The stink of Trolls and Orcs hangs in the air like a fog... but for the low light Elindir and Legandir can scarcely see a dozen yards further into the passage, which is very broad and high. It looks to be at least 20ft broad, and almost as high... the ceiling peaks in the center, and at the great entrance way, there hangs a massive iron lantern, decades cold if not centuries.
What now?
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Post by doctorx on Jul 17, 2011 12:19:38 GMT -6
Lómëluin's elvish senses are alert for the presence of anything secret or concealed within the stone halls and corridors of Moria.
He is an experienced enough warrior not to let his eagerness to locate the Trolls' lair smother his caution - it has kept him alive these long years...
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Post by tombowings on Jul 17, 2011 18:54:14 GMT -6
Elindir will move quietly to different positions around the room, attempting to discern where the smell of filth is more powerful.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 17, 2011 22:11:07 GMT -6
Arbenbard ponders the strip... what type of metal is it?
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 18, 2011 5:04:12 GMT -6
The stench of Troll hangs all about, but is never more immediate than from the broad, level passageway that leads away east from the great hall...
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 18, 2011 5:09:07 GMT -6
Arbenbard ponders the strip... what type of metal is it? Now that Arbenbard kneels to examine the course of metal inlaid in the floor, and clear some of the eons of black grime and filth from the surface, he suspects -- curse this feeble light -- that the metal is likely steel. In fact, he now notes that there is a filth filled groove in the stone, roughly one inch wide, which runs directly along side the strange piece of metal. This work seems to carry on as far as he can see... oh, for some better light!
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 18, 2011 5:11:34 GMT -6
Lomeluin tracks the massive stone walls with his sharp eyes, but makes nothing unexpected of the great mountain fastness.
The company now stands vigilant at the eastern end of the great West Hall.
What now?
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Post by doctorx on Jul 18, 2011 10:16:11 GMT -6
Arbenbard ponders the strip... what type of metal is it? Now that Arbenbard kneels to examine the course of metal inlaid in the floor, and clear some of the eons of black grime and filth from the surface, he suspects -- curse this feeble light -- that the metal is likely steel. In fact, he now notes that there is a filth filled groove in the stone, roughly one inch wide, which runs directly along side the strange piece of metal. This work seems to carry on as far as he can see... oh, for some better light! Lómëluin moves forward to examine the lantern. Would it be possible to light it?
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 18, 2011 14:03:28 GMT -6
Arbenbard: "Torchbearer! I need light!"
Assuming someone steps forward to help, does it appear to be a track of some sort?
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Post by waysoftheearth on Jul 18, 2011 17:36:55 GMT -6
Lómëluin moves forward to examine the lantern. Would it be possible to light it? The great lantern is at least four times as large as a hand-held device of the same name, and suspended 16ft overhead, hanging from the dark stone ceiling. It might be possible to light it... if one could reach it.
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Post by doctorx on Jul 19, 2011 6:11:29 GMT -6
Lómëluin moves forward to examine the lantern. Would it be possible to light it? The great lantern is at least four times as large as a hand-held device of the same name, and suspended 16ft overhead, hanging from the dark stone ceiling. It might be possible to light it... if one could reach it. "Do any in our company bear rope and grapple?" calls out Lómëluin. He turns to Eremin; "Master Sulk; do you think you could climb hither and bear oil and flint to yon beacon? That should provide our friend with all the light he needs, and save our lanterns besides." "Or, should the task require someone smaller and lighter..." And he turns his cold gaze once more upon the Hobbits...
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 19, 2011 8:57:47 GMT -6
Sili: "Hepti, lend the burglar your rope and grapple, that we may illuminate this hall of our ancestors."
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 19, 2011 11:03:23 GMT -6
Arbenbard takes a moment to look up to examine the huge lantern... perhaps his studies will bring further insight into its nature & function.
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