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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 2, 2011 5:07:52 GMT -6
The first expedition returns at last from the Mines of Moria.
They are a grim sight, for they bear with them the bodies of Barald of Mirkwood and Beranger of the North, both fallen in battle with the Orcs. And also Eohild of Rohan and Norin the Dwarf are too weak to walk, and are all but carried from the Mines, for their wounds were by poisoned Orc blades, and their need now is dire.
Outside, they find the camp swelled by an additional five Dwarfs, only recently arrived. All told, the following are now present...
Emerging from the Mines: Legandir and Elindir, the Half-Elves, Lomeluin and Telthalion, the Elves, Norin, Burmon, Sili, and Hepti, the Dwarves, Soval, Eohild, Nat, Eremin, and Arbenbard, all Men, Baraglin and Largo the shirefolk, with the bodies of Beranger and Barlad,
Already at the Camp: Celglin, and Elvish Seer of Rivendell, Vestri the torch bearer and Miodvitnir the animal handler, Dwarves in Sili's employ, Ymir, Norin's Dwarf physician, Hallam, Einar, Ran and Sutherland (Fighting Men in Soval's mercenary company), Dernfara of Westfold, Dalain and Balain, brothers (Man and boy) of Dale in Celglin's employ, Hrok, son of Brok, the Dwarf, Oin of Ironload, a Dwarf, Glorban, Yori, Ugrik, all Dwarves in the employ of Oin,
Frewine of Rohan (Lomeluin's groom) and Rohemnet (his horse), Deorwyn of Westfold, and Gleowine the rouncy; Eohild's groom and mare, Alf the guard dog and Frosti the mule, Sili's beasts, Fumbul, Hepti's mule, Tug, Vestri's mule, Ned, Soval's pack mule, Deor, Dernfara's courser, Piglet, Eremin's horse, Ladybird, Baraglin's mule, Doloris the nag, Largo's pony.
And also the body of Grim the Dunderling.
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Post by Mushgnome on Oct 2, 2011 7:47:53 GMT -6
Alf the loyal guard dog rushes to greet SIli, but he lets out a low growl at the foul smell rising from Norin's wound.
"Surgeon, hurry, for your Master has need of your leechcraft!" calls Sili to Ymir.
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Post by sulldawga on Oct 2, 2011 11:07:12 GMT -6
"My goodness, what a day it's been!" exclaims Largo. He looks at the fire and then back to his boon companion.
"Master Banks, I should very much like a pot of tea. What do you say to that?"[/color]
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Post by doctorx on Oct 2, 2011 13:19:12 GMT -6
"Hot water! Quickly!" Lómëluin calls as he comes hastening out of the darkness of Hollin Gate. He tells the bearers to lay Eohild and Norin close to the fire where they can be best protected against the night's chill and he can have the best light to work by.
"Gorfang," he says quietly to Ymir as the Dwarf physician stumps across to the wounded Norin. He stands ready to assist Yimr should he require it, but if the Dwarf looks to have matters in hand he will concentrate his skills on Eohild.
As soon as the water has been brought he adds a number of strange herbs he takes from a leaf-wrapped package stowed in his backpack. After a few minutes he washes Eohild's wounds with the now-aromatic water and binds them with some of the freshest leaves from his collection. He then places his hand on her forehead, closes his eyes and sings a few words softly in Sindarin. After a while he removes his hand and looks down on the Shield Maiden with a weary smile.
"Rest now, Lady of Rohan. Let no shadow trouble your dreams."
If all is well with Norin, he will then turn his attention to the other wounded members of the Company; "Come now, my masters - your hurts, while not as grim, are sore enough, but I have the mastery of them, fear not."
He even finds time to murmur a few soft words to Alf in Nandorin: "Fear not, brother. The darkness you scent departs."
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 2, 2011 15:54:53 GMT -6
"My goodness, what a day it's been!" exclaims Largo. He looks at the fire and then back to his boon companion. "Master Banks, I should very much like a pot of tea. What do you say to that?" [/color][/quote] "That, my good Hobbit, is a most sensible idea," replies Baraglin Banks, "I am run quite ragged by these long legged Elves. Up and down goodness knows how many stairs; Trolls; Orcs. Goodness me, if I were to mention even half it there's not a soul in the Shire who'd believe me!". Unfortunately for the pair of Hobbits, there is only one small fire to the whole of the camp site for lack of any good fuel; and that has been commandeered by Lomeluin and Ymir as they tend to poor Eohild and Norin...
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 2, 2011 16:02:32 GMT -6
Ymir comes swiftly to Norin's aid as Lomeluin attends to Eohild's hurt.
"Gorfang, eh?" he mutters into his beard, and then instructs Sili to "Get this armour off him!" while he crushes healing leaves and adds them to a clay bowl of steaming hot water. When this is done Ymir washes Norin's wounds and then prepares a salve of rare earths which he applies while uttering some incantation of the oldest Dwarf-speak.
Eventually, his work is done, and Norin sleeps.
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Post by ehiker133 on Oct 3, 2011 7:30:31 GMT -6
"Zzzzzzz..."
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Post by Mushgnome on Oct 3, 2011 7:33:36 GMT -6
Sili welcomes the new arrivals to camp and updates them on the tactical situation. "...orcs, trolls, and so on. We have great need of your abilities."
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Post by sulldawga on Oct 3, 2011 10:32:37 GMT -6
Largo circles the small fire, trying and failing to stifle a yawn while he looks for an opportunity to heat some water. Soon enough, he gives it up.
"Perhaps a bit of shut-eye would suit me better," he says to Baraglin. "We'll let the tall-folk tend to the wounded and have our tea on the morrow."
The hobbit will look for a quiet spot within the camp to settle down for a spell.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 3, 2011 15:36:07 GMT -6
There is little fuel to be spared to build up the fire, and so it remains a forlorn little light under the descending curtain of night. When darkness comes it is accompanied by a swift and bitter-chill wind.
All at the camp site are thankful that their end of the valley is sheltered from the worst of it, but there is no denying it will be a cold evening. Everyone huddles as near as they may with their blankets drawn tight over their shoulders.
A meager meal of trail rations is made, and at last hot water is passed around for drinking (much to the pleasure of the Hobbits). The Dwarves also share their wooden tankards of beer and get to discussing lore, old foes, and stratagems against them like old friends in a tavern room.
Their enthusiasm seems undaunted by the losses suffered on the first trip into the Mines...
What watch, if any, will be set for this first night?
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Post by ragnorakk on Oct 3, 2011 15:36:52 GMT -6
Celglin congratulates the Lakemen who accompanied him on their adventures. As the night progresses, he will station himself at the entryway to the mines, keeping ear and eye trained to the interior.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2011 17:13:00 GMT -6
"I will take first watch", says Legandir in Sindarin, emerging suddenly from the darkness and leaving others to interpret.
He says no more, and melts back into the shadows.
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Post by Mushgnome on Oct 3, 2011 17:44:12 GMT -6
"Wake me up for last watch," grumbles Sili as he downs his last beer and slouches off to bed. Alf lounges nearby and will rouse him if the camp is attacked.
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Post by coffee on Oct 4, 2011 0:58:17 GMT -6
"'Ill take a middle watch," Eremin says.
"I can't usually sleep all the way through a night anyway."
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Post by doctorx on Oct 4, 2011 4:26:12 GMT -6
Lómëluin will acompany Eremin on the middle watch. He spends the time prior to this tending to the wounds of the others, checking quietly on Eohild and Norin to make sure they are making the hoped-for progress against the Gorfang poisoning, and then slipping into the strange, semi-trance-like state that passes for sleep among the Elvish folk, sitting alone gazing up at the stars showing in the skies above the Misty Mountains and singing to himself in Sindarin very softly.
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Post by calithena on Oct 4, 2011 9:57:26 GMT -6
Soval will join Legandir for first watch, and tell newcomers and those left behind what they will hear of the tale, introducing himself and the others who have not yet been met to one another. He will also tell his surviviving men of the deaths in their company, and console them if they show any grief.
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Post by kesher on Oct 5, 2011 11:10:18 GMT -6
Denfara, after having greeted the newcomers, helps as he can with the care of his comrades newly come from the mine. If it will be of use, he'll apply his meager skill at healing to whomever is most sorely wounded.
Joining in the conversation as all huddle to stay warm, he'll soon roll himself in his cloak, letting Eremin know he'll join him for the middle watch.
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Post by sulldawga on Oct 5, 2011 18:53:33 GMT -6
Largo looks around innocently, waiting to see who chimes in about the watch. He merrily whistles a low tune, looking from face to face.
Finally, there is a pause as everyone who is volunteering has spoken. Largo stops whistling, looks around one more time...
"Ok, you convinced me! I'll take last watch with Sili. Wake me as you like, Mister Sulk."
And with that, the hobbit will retire for the evening.
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Post by heartless on Oct 7, 2011 15:50:26 GMT -6
"Hot water! Quickly!" Lómëluin calls as he comes hastening out of the darkness of Hollin Gate. As soon as the water has been brought he adds a number of strange herbs he takes from a leaf-wrapped package stowed in his backpack. After a few minutes he washes Eohild's wounds with the now-aromatic water and binds them with some of the freshest leaves from his collection. He then places his hand on her forehead, closes his eyes and sings a few words softly in Sindarin. After a while he removes his hand and looks down on the Shield Maiden with a weary smile. "Rest now, Lady of Rohan. Let no shadow trouble your dreams." "Thank you Lómëluin, you are a worthy friend I am indebted to you this day ...", whispers Lady Éohild. Deorwyn will attend her Lady and look after her and mine her stuff as well, with so many peoples there may be sneaks around so it may pay to be careful.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 8, 2011 21:57:19 GMT -6
The present injuries of the company amount to:
Norin -10 of 14 hp, Eohild -10 of 14 hp, Baraglin Banks -8 of 14 hp, Sili -6 of 20 hp, Vestri -6 of 8 hp, Eremin Sulk -6 of 12 hp, Dernfara -5 of 14 hp, Soval -4 of 18 hp, Nat Pickthorn -4 of 8 hp.
Lomeluin has stayed the foul poisoning of Eohild and Norin by his healing craft (consuming two uses of his ability to Lay on Hands).
Ymir, the Dwarf physician, used his daily ability to Lay on Hands earlier in the afternoon, after the encounter with the Trolls.
However, Legandir and Elindir, the Half Elven of Rivendell, and also Dernfara of Westfold each have one Lay on Hands available.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 8, 2011 22:07:20 GMT -6
I shall assume that Legandir, Elindir, and Dernfara of Westfold will use their healing craft upon the most sorely injured of the company; these being Norin, Eohild, and Baraglin Banks.
Aromatic healing herbs are crushed into hot water, and arcane pastes and pulps concocted as night descends. Each healer attends to one patient while the fit Dwarves sup heartily upon the ale and talk of what success awaits them in the Mines on the morrow...
Meanwhile Soval and his Men huddle together away from the main camp and talk the grim talk of mercenary fighting-Men who have lost comrades. And expect to lose more before all is done here.
...all the healing is done.
Legandir has Laid on Hands on Baraglin Banks for [1d6=4] 7 hit points.
Elindir has Laid on Hands on Norin for [1d6=5] 9 hit points.
Dernfara has Laid on Hands on Eohild for [1d6=5] 9 hit points. In fact, Dernfara had none of the essential healing herbs in his own supplies, so he has used some of those carried by Eohild herself.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 8, 2011 22:20:41 GMT -6
After all the healing of hurts has taken place, the injury tally is thus:
Sili -6 of 20 hp, Vestri -6 of 8 hp, Eremin Sulk -6 of 12 hp, Dernfara -5 of 14 hp, Soval -4 of 18 hp, Nat Pickthorn -4 of 8 hp, Norin -1 of 14 hp, Eohild -1 of 14 hp, Baraglin Banks -1 of 14 hp.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 8, 2011 22:21:19 GMT -6
Now Legandir and Soval have volunteered for the first watch, Eremin, Lomeluin and Dernfara have all volunteered for the moon watch, while Sili and Largo have the dawn watch.
This being the case, they will not get a full night's rest, and thus will not recover 1d6 hit points due to recuperation. Or course, if there happens to be any commotion during the night nobody will get this recuperation in any case.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 8, 2011 22:28:53 GMT -6
With the night drawing on, the company one by one shed their bulky armour and hardy weapon belts and find their bedrolls. Then, in as sheltered a spot as they can find, they doze off while the wind chugs and blows about them.
Only Legandir and Soval remain watchful, their great cloaks pulled tight about them to ward off the bitter cold wind.
The half-Elf and fighting-Man are both well accustomed to life on the road, and a night watch is nothing new to them. Soval positions himself nearer the entrance to the Mines, while Legandir talkes up a roost overlooking the great stair and the valley of Siranon...
[1d6]
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 8, 2011 22:30:22 GMT -6
From time to time Soval fancies he sees a glimmer of a moon-light reflection off Celglin's eye, but the Half-Elvish seer gives no other sign of being alert.
Legandir, meanwhile, listens to the distant howls of wolves in the valley below, to the cold wind bustling, and to the trickling waters of the Siranon as they continue to spill over the mountain stair.
All appears to be passing well.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 8, 2011 22:32:01 GMT -6
Or does it?
Soval is beginning to think his watch must just about be done, when...
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Post by calithena on Oct 10, 2011 10:42:44 GMT -6
...the warrior's eyes twitch back and forth, as his hand strays to his blade's hilt...
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 12, 2011 16:25:13 GMT -6
Soval's instincts serve him well.
Not a moment after his hand closes over the hilt of his sword, the shadows come alive!
[Surprise round...]
Soval's heart jumps as the sounds of the night are jarred by sudden squeals as he is unknowing beset by blackest enemy. Man-sized figures lurch at him, and he scarcely catches the glimmer deadly blades as they descend [3d20=20!, 5, 8].
Two of the attacks are turned upon his stout mail, but alas one of them strikes deep and true [4dd=3,4,4,4] for a grievous 12 hit points. The Orc breathes its foul breath right in his face as it leans on the blade driven into his breast.
Soval cries out as he flings the Orc off him by his last strength, its wicked knife still in him [Soval is reduced to 2 of 18 hit points].
Too late he espies that dozens of the Orcs are clambering down the mountain face into the valley!
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 12, 2011 16:28:14 GMT -6
The surprise round is spent.
Soval is faced immediately by three Orcs, and there might be a dozen or more of them crawling upon the mountain side.
Alf the guard dog gives a growl. Legandir and Soval are alert. The remainder of the camp sleeps nervously...
What to do?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2011 16:45:10 GMT -6
"Awake! awake! orcs are upon us!" hisses Legandir, and fires a ready arrow at the orcs poised over Soval.
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