East Bight and Down
Re: East Bight and Down
That's awesome! Our Hobbit, who ended up being the star of the last part of "The Marsh-Bell" recently, shot an arrow at the weakened Stone Troll, rolled really well, and ended up Wounding it with a single arrow!
Tale of Years for a second, lower-level group (in the same campaign).
Moot Fun
Having arrived at Woodman Hall, the Company said farewell to their traveling companions, and headed straight for the Great Hall itself.
"We have much news to tell Ignomer." The Healer hefted his axe over his shoulder.
"Yes, and it is all good news. Not only have we defeated the threat, but we have something of value to show for it!" The Eagle replied.
As they came to the tall dark doors of the Great Hall, they strode in with the pride of a job well done. Ignomer saw them and bid them come closer. They recounted their deeds, and his face was full of wonder.
"This is too great a news for one my age. You all, especially the smallest of you, are Woodman heroes! Take not only the treasure you have found, but consider yourself the Pride of the Moot, and enjoy your reputation." Ignomer had men go to all the camps of those around to announce the news of the Moot's Heroes to one and all.
The Fellowship bowed, and thanked Ignomer for the honor, and asked leave. He granted it, and they stepped out to partake of the activities offered to those at the Moot.
Music, food, and games of every kind filled the air and space around Woodman Hall. The Fellowship saw games of strength, of oratory, and hunting skills taking place around them. The waft of seasoned mutton surrounded them, and their lips smacked with the savoring offerings from the various vendors.
A woodman, Gamiel, espeically appointed to the task declared the official contest for the day, and the Company decided to split up and pursue their own interests for the duration of the Moot.
Obier spent many a days riddling, feasting, and herb hunting. You see the small fellow had worked up not only a large appetite, but longer thirst. This led him to seek out some rather find mead in one of the tents near the main lodge. The mead had a crisp honey taste, and was a fast thirst quencher, and ever faster to drink. Before he knew it, Obier had drunk the whole lot, and it ended him up in quite a bit of trouble.
This was Woodman Hall Short Mead, and it was Hartfast's (of Mountain Halls) favorite. Not only was it his favorite, it was his personal stock, ordered by him especially for this Moot, as it never traveled well to the Mountain Hall. Grimuald, the guard, discovering the small swiller demanded that he make more to satisfy the thirst of Hartfast. Unable to say "no", Obier requested the help of his friend the Healer to craft this finest of short meads. They managed it, but just, and Hartfast was well pleased with their effort.
Besides helping out his Fellow, the Healer was asked by Fridwuald the runner, to take out his son Munderic for a hunting expedition. Fridwuald was concerned that his son would not ever learn this valuable skill. The Healer, hearing of this concern proffered his services, and they adventured into the Eastern part of Mirkwood to hunt.
Although the young boy did not show the best aptitude for the task, he did pay attention to the Healer's pointers. Especially since they were after the prized wild boar of Mirkwood, a satifying meal if ever there was one.
"Do you see this bent over brush. Or that mound of dirt there. Look at the smoothed grooves on this oak." The Healer pulled on Munderic's shoulder. Munderic nodded looking off in the wrong direction.
Eventually, through no help from Munderic, a boar was bagged, roasted over the fire, and enjoyed by a small company of folks including a dwarf by the name of Bofri. He had ventured to this large gathering hoping to make contact with some brave and stalwart men. For he was on a quest, to open the Old Forest Road, and would need such stock to stop the decay.
It was to the Eagle that his inquires brought him.
"I've heard that you, though young, are brave and strong!" Bofri downed a tall tankard in one gulp.
"Perhaps. I can tell you, and you can be the judge." The Eagle shrugged, "I and my companions have just slayed a troll. Besides that we have traveled through the Narrows and to the East Bight."
Bofri dropped his just filled mug, "A...a troll!???!"
The Eagle handed Bofri his own mug, the Dwarf winked, "Yes. In fact the smallest of our number was the one who slayed him."
"No doubt you had a few swings at him for sure!" Bofri wiped the beer out of his beard.
"Yes, my trust axe cuts deep and find its mark quickly. Young I may be, but I have been blessed with great allies!"
"A fellow can never have too many of those." Bofri held up his tankard to tap and the Eagle did.
The rest of that night was spent listening to Bofri tell of his deep desire to re-open the Old Forest Road, and a request for aid when the necessary preparations were made.
"If my axe is yours to give, it is yours!" The Eagle slammed his mug on the table.
The rest of the Moot was spent by the Company in merriment and mirth. The sun shone in the day and stars at night. As they days slide into July the Moot came to its closing days, and the jovial atmosphere slide away, along with the weather. Droomy clouds appeared to match the more somber attitude as those at the Moot prepared to get down to the real business of the gathering: debate.
"We have much news to tell Ignomer." The Healer hefted his axe over his shoulder.
"Yes, and it is all good news. Not only have we defeated the threat, but we have something of value to show for it!" The Eagle replied.
As they came to the tall dark doors of the Great Hall, they strode in with the pride of a job well done. Ignomer saw them and bid them come closer. They recounted their deeds, and his face was full of wonder.
"This is too great a news for one my age. You all, especially the smallest of you, are Woodman heroes! Take not only the treasure you have found, but consider yourself the Pride of the Moot, and enjoy your reputation." Ignomer had men go to all the camps of those around to announce the news of the Moot's Heroes to one and all.
The Fellowship bowed, and thanked Ignomer for the honor, and asked leave. He granted it, and they stepped out to partake of the activities offered to those at the Moot.
Music, food, and games of every kind filled the air and space around Woodman Hall. The Fellowship saw games of strength, of oratory, and hunting skills taking place around them. The waft of seasoned mutton surrounded them, and their lips smacked with the savoring offerings from the various vendors.
A woodman, Gamiel, espeically appointed to the task declared the official contest for the day, and the Company decided to split up and pursue their own interests for the duration of the Moot.
Obier spent many a days riddling, feasting, and herb hunting. You see the small fellow had worked up not only a large appetite, but longer thirst. This led him to seek out some rather find mead in one of the tents near the main lodge. The mead had a crisp honey taste, and was a fast thirst quencher, and ever faster to drink. Before he knew it, Obier had drunk the whole lot, and it ended him up in quite a bit of trouble.
This was Woodman Hall Short Mead, and it was Hartfast's (of Mountain Halls) favorite. Not only was it his favorite, it was his personal stock, ordered by him especially for this Moot, as it never traveled well to the Mountain Hall. Grimuald, the guard, discovering the small swiller demanded that he make more to satisfy the thirst of Hartfast. Unable to say "no", Obier requested the help of his friend the Healer to craft this finest of short meads. They managed it, but just, and Hartfast was well pleased with their effort.
Besides helping out his Fellow, the Healer was asked by Fridwuald the runner, to take out his son Munderic for a hunting expedition. Fridwuald was concerned that his son would not ever learn this valuable skill. The Healer, hearing of this concern proffered his services, and they adventured into the Eastern part of Mirkwood to hunt.
Although the young boy did not show the best aptitude for the task, he did pay attention to the Healer's pointers. Especially since they were after the prized wild boar of Mirkwood, a satifying meal if ever there was one.
"Do you see this bent over brush. Or that mound of dirt there. Look at the smoothed grooves on this oak." The Healer pulled on Munderic's shoulder. Munderic nodded looking off in the wrong direction.
Eventually, through no help from Munderic, a boar was bagged, roasted over the fire, and enjoyed by a small company of folks including a dwarf by the name of Bofri. He had ventured to this large gathering hoping to make contact with some brave and stalwart men. For he was on a quest, to open the Old Forest Road, and would need such stock to stop the decay.
It was to the Eagle that his inquires brought him.
"I've heard that you, though young, are brave and strong!" Bofri downed a tall tankard in one gulp.
"Perhaps. I can tell you, and you can be the judge." The Eagle shrugged, "I and my companions have just slayed a troll. Besides that we have traveled through the Narrows and to the East Bight."
Bofri dropped his just filled mug, "A...a troll!???!"
The Eagle handed Bofri his own mug, the Dwarf winked, "Yes. In fact the smallest of our number was the one who slayed him."
"No doubt you had a few swings at him for sure!" Bofri wiped the beer out of his beard.
"Yes, my trust axe cuts deep and find its mark quickly. Young I may be, but I have been blessed with great allies!"
"A fellow can never have too many of those." Bofri held up his tankard to tap and the Eagle did.
The rest of that night was spent listening to Bofri tell of his deep desire to re-open the Old Forest Road, and a request for aid when the necessary preparations were made.
"If my axe is yours to give, it is yours!" The Eagle slammed his mug on the table.
The rest of the Moot was spent by the Company in merriment and mirth. The sun shone in the day and stars at night. As they days slide into July the Moot came to its closing days, and the jovial atmosphere slide away, along with the weather. Droomy clouds appeared to match the more somber attitude as those at the Moot prepared to get down to the real business of the gathering: debate.
Moot Matters
The long days of June turned to July as the Moot rolled along. Spirits were high, and contests were won. The Company enjoyed this time of rest and mirth exceedingly. The Arch managed to get in some hunting; impressing the Moot with a fabulous Mirkwood Boar for dinner one night. That night the beer and laughter flowed into the darkness of the last few days.
Now was the time for the important matters to be debated amongst the people and their leaders. This included trade goods offered up, the movement of people to new parts of the territories, and the most important: the inclusion of new groups into the Woodman Realm. Two newcomers claimed a stake in the Woodman fate: Ameoloda of the Black Tarn and Ceawin of the East Bight.
Finally, with all other lesser matters decided, the point of new membership was brought to the Elders. Ameoloda was first.
“Woodman all, I am Ameoloda of the Black Tarn. We wish to join our House to yours that we might be provide a steady flow of fish and beaver pelts. If we are allowed to join you, any who would come to our Long house would be welcomed heartily!”
She sat. Ceawin addressed the crowd.
“Brothers and Sisters all. We of the East Bight would join our fellowship to yours, in this Summer of Man we can only gain by sharing our blessings. We would greatly expand your allies and provide the additional trade that will only benefit all of us!”
He sat. Ignomer arose to address the assemblage.
“I, your Eldest…” a group of rough clad men trampled into the Long House.
The leader cupped his hands to his mouth, “Assembled Woodman. I am come to offer you real strength, not the promises of trade, but of Steel! I am Lord of Tyrant’s Hill. I am Mogdred. I am son of Ignomer!”
The crowd stiffened, Ignomer squinted, gritted, then gasped, “My son!!!”
Tears welcomed Mogdred to front of the House, and Ignomer declared he would vote for his son’s inclusion into the Woodman Realm.
The Healer smirked, Finally, some real power to unify the Woodmen.
Now was the time for the important matters to be debated amongst the people and their leaders. This included trade goods offered up, the movement of people to new parts of the territories, and the most important: the inclusion of new groups into the Woodman Realm. Two newcomers claimed a stake in the Woodman fate: Ameoloda of the Black Tarn and Ceawin of the East Bight.
Finally, with all other lesser matters decided, the point of new membership was brought to the Elders. Ameoloda was first.
“Woodman all, I am Ameoloda of the Black Tarn. We wish to join our House to yours that we might be provide a steady flow of fish and beaver pelts. If we are allowed to join you, any who would come to our Long house would be welcomed heartily!”
She sat. Ceawin addressed the crowd.
“Brothers and Sisters all. We of the East Bight would join our fellowship to yours, in this Summer of Man we can only gain by sharing our blessings. We would greatly expand your allies and provide the additional trade that will only benefit all of us!”
He sat. Ignomer arose to address the assemblage.
“I, your Eldest…” a group of rough clad men trampled into the Long House.
The leader cupped his hands to his mouth, “Assembled Woodman. I am come to offer you real strength, not the promises of trade, but of Steel! I am Lord of Tyrant’s Hill. I am Mogdred. I am son of Ignomer!”
The crowd stiffened, Ignomer squinted, gritted, then gasped, “My son!!!”
Tears welcomed Mogdred to front of the House, and Ignomer declared he would vote for his son’s inclusion into the Woodman Realm.
The Healer smirked, Finally, some real power to unify the Woodmen.
End of Moot
Ignomer coughed, and straightened his tunic, then addressed the Woodmen.
“All, hear me, my son has returned, we now have three to decide for inclusion into our group. I wish you to hear not only those who have spoken, but those who have not: The Troll Killers.” He motioned to the Fellowship, “hear them, for in battle they have much cunning, no doubt they have other wisdom to share as well!”
Walking to the front, the Healer turned to the crowd, “Brothers all, we must bring Mogdred into our fold. We need his steel. Trade could not hurt either!”
The Eagle spoke next, “We must have trade to grow, allow Ameoloda and Ceawin, but do not neglect the power Mogdred can provide!”
Obier announced, “Ceawin and Ameoloda should be your kin, but Mogdred, I would not allow him to join you!”
Their speeches done, the first votes were cast.
Ameoloda was not accepted, but barely. Debate ensued. Obier and the Eagle encouraging the need for inclusion. The second vote was cast. Ameoloda was accepted.
Ceawin was accepted, but with apprehension. Hartfast of Mountain Hall declared that the East Bight was too far, and would strain trade. The Fellowship all united behind the inclusion of Ceawin. The second vote was cast. The East Bight was welcomed well.
Mogdred was accepted, tentatively. Obier voiced his opposition to the inclusion of someone so intent upon violence. The Eagle, Archer, and Healer declared that might was needed in these darkening times. Other voices joined opposition to Mogdred; remonstrations occured, accusations flew, Ignomer pleaded that his son not be cast out, again. The second vote was cast, Tyrant’s Hill was joined to the Woodman Realm.
The Moot ended, the Woodman Realm enlarged, and the Fellowship spent the winter in a variety of tasks.
*Before he left Ceawin enthusiastically thanked the Company for their united support for the East Bight, and offered them a place of their own should they ever wish to make their home in the East Bight.
“All, hear me, my son has returned, we now have three to decide for inclusion into our group. I wish you to hear not only those who have spoken, but those who have not: The Troll Killers.” He motioned to the Fellowship, “hear them, for in battle they have much cunning, no doubt they have other wisdom to share as well!”
Walking to the front, the Healer turned to the crowd, “Brothers all, we must bring Mogdred into our fold. We need his steel. Trade could not hurt either!”
The Eagle spoke next, “We must have trade to grow, allow Ameoloda and Ceawin, but do not neglect the power Mogdred can provide!”
Obier announced, “Ceawin and Ameoloda should be your kin, but Mogdred, I would not allow him to join you!”
Their speeches done, the first votes were cast.
Ameoloda was not accepted, but barely. Debate ensued. Obier and the Eagle encouraging the need for inclusion. The second vote was cast. Ameoloda was accepted.
Ceawin was accepted, but with apprehension. Hartfast of Mountain Hall declared that the East Bight was too far, and would strain trade. The Fellowship all united behind the inclusion of Ceawin. The second vote was cast. The East Bight was welcomed well.
Mogdred was accepted, tentatively. Obier voiced his opposition to the inclusion of someone so intent upon violence. The Eagle, Archer, and Healer declared that might was needed in these darkening times. Other voices joined opposition to Mogdred; remonstrations occured, accusations flew, Ignomer pleaded that his son not be cast out, again. The second vote was cast, Tyrant’s Hill was joined to the Woodman Realm.
The Moot ended, the Woodman Realm enlarged, and the Fellowship spent the winter in a variety of tasks.
*Before he left Ceawin enthusiastically thanked the Company for their united support for the East Bight, and offered them a place of their own should they ever wish to make their home in the East Bight.
The Bloody Ghost
The Winter passed and the Company spent it in their respective havens: The Eagle, Woodman Town; The Archer, Woodman Hall; The Healer, Rhosgobel; and Obier went back to the Shire to visit his family. While there he received a blade from his Kinsfolk that had a long history of protecting the Shire.
WIth the dawning of the Spring, the Fellowship meet in Woodman Hall at the behest of Ignomer, who called together all the best hunters of the region. Among the number was a long faced Elf, Ruthiel and a lithe travel worn woman named Moriel. During the long winter months a shadowy creature has pestered the farms around Woodman Hall. Within the last week a farmer was killed after setting a trap for the thing.
“One and all gathered. A foul beast is threatening our people. I give a bounty to you: Find it, kill it if you wish, and bring it to me!”
The Company inquired if they might hunt the thing first.
“From the reports we hear, this foul thing is the thing we were tasked with finding by Gandalf himself.” The Eagle scanned the crowd.
Ruthiel’s nose pinched, “This beast is something those of Thranduil’s Hall have more of a claim than you.”
“We have been commanded to find this thing by Gandalf himself, we must go after it and report to him!” The Healer stood by the Eagle, hand over his heart.
“You all are a rough band,” Moriel waved the Company away, “I have traveled all over this land, me and my kin are tasked from of Old with finding, and fighting, these things!”
“Sire, please give us just a few days to search. If we cannot find it, then allow others to search. We are not doing this for Gold, or Status!” Obier held up a sword.
Ignomer stroked his beard, and looked to the crowd, “It is as you say small one. You and yours may search the place for one week, then others will be allowed to join the hunt.”
WIth the dawning of the Spring, the Fellowship meet in Woodman Hall at the behest of Ignomer, who called together all the best hunters of the region. Among the number was a long faced Elf, Ruthiel and a lithe travel worn woman named Moriel. During the long winter months a shadowy creature has pestered the farms around Woodman Hall. Within the last week a farmer was killed after setting a trap for the thing.
“One and all gathered. A foul beast is threatening our people. I give a bounty to you: Find it, kill it if you wish, and bring it to me!”
The Company inquired if they might hunt the thing first.
“From the reports we hear, this foul thing is the thing we were tasked with finding by Gandalf himself.” The Eagle scanned the crowd.
Ruthiel’s nose pinched, “This beast is something those of Thranduil’s Hall have more of a claim than you.”
“We have been commanded to find this thing by Gandalf himself, we must go after it and report to him!” The Healer stood by the Eagle, hand over his heart.
“You all are a rough band,” Moriel waved the Company away, “I have traveled all over this land, me and my kin are tasked from of Old with finding, and fighting, these things!”
“Sire, please give us just a few days to search. If we cannot find it, then allow others to search. We are not doing this for Gold, or Status!” Obier held up a sword.
Ignomer stroked his beard, and looked to the crowd, “It is as you say small one. You and yours may search the place for one week, then others will be allowed to join the hunt.”
Bloody Ghost with the Moist
Out in the wood, the Company tracks the foul beast easily. Its tracks, thin, but its destructive path clear. With keen insight the Healer led the Fellowship towards the beast, but the Eagle’s bright eyes spied the thing as it slipped behind some rocks. In a flash the Eagle and Healer lept after the creature. Archer and Obier stayed back, as their eye caught some powerful glint deeper in the wood.
The race was on, the hideous thing was small and fast, nevertheless the Healer and Eagle flew upon the ground after it, as men possessed. For a moment they halted, unsure, with quick eyes and fast ears they picked up the trail again.
“I know they are after that grievous thing, but that shining is important too!” Obier tugged on the Archer’s cloak.
“Surely it is, but our friends are pursuing the wicked creature, we should not leave them unhelped.” The Archer pulled against the tug.
“Yes, but if we look a bit, it shouldn’t be any harm!” Obier dropped the cloak.
“My heart says I must attend them.” The Archer sprinted away, Obier was looking under a bush.
“Huh..Oh, Let them know I shall catch up with them in just a..wait a moment was is that!” He cupped his hand to his mouth, and peered down a hole, “Why that is a beautiful bow, indeed it looks like the one the elf Ruthiel was carrying.”
Obier slide down the pit, landed firmly on the ground and picked up the bow.
The Archer had little trouble following his Companions. They were moving so fast, only a blind orc could have missed their passing, and he was far from that. His feet moved rapidly, his chest swelled from the deep intake of the cold air, and soon he saw the form of his Fellows, struggling it seemed.
“Quick now, around it!” The Healer waved his arms.
The Eagle, sword drawn, rushed forward, “I think I can push it against those rocks!”
The Archer see them, whatever they had found, they had backed it up into a defenseless position.
Obier looked up towards the opening, “It sure is a ways down here.”
His deft ears picked up some the crackling of feet on twigs, he pressed close to the wall of the “pit”. Looking up he saw two long beards peering down the hole at him.
“Whus this, now?” the dwarf nudged the other, Obier grabbed the bow slipping it on his back.
“It is a person in need of some assistance climbing out!” Obier held up his hands to them.
“Oh, ok then!” The other dwarf said, and they let down a hand each, clasped Obier’s hand, and pulled him up and out.
“Rope, ROPE!!!!” the Healer pushed down on the slimy things head.
A thick fist swung upward toppling the Healer. As if on cue, the Eagle flopped on top of the squirming mass of arms and legs, the nearly toothless mouth snapped at him. A quick elbow closed the mouth, and made the eyes wince. Another fist knocked the flapping thing out.
The Eagle stood, the Healer dropped to the ground binding the greenish small thing like a spider catching prey.
“What is that thing?” The Archer stood behind them, puffing.
“I think it is the creature Gandalf sent us for.” the Eagle jumped a bit.
“You two need to watch…” a large grey foot caught the Hunter in the groin, he went down.
The creature rolled away from them, and as if by magic, slipped almost completely out of the ropes. It bound away. The Archer snatched the bit of rope that laid at his foot and tugged, it was enough to pull the thing down. Rushing after it, the Eagle slide a bit in the mud, and flopped on top of it, the small creature was almost entirely covered by his body.
Spit erupted from the things mouth, along with venomous retorts, and attempts to bite the Eagle.
Recovering the Hunter walked over and looked at the creature, “I think I know what can help us, a nice draught of Nightshade. I’ll go find some.”
“I’ll make camp.” The Archer grabbed some firewood, and looked for a spot near that was defensible.
The race was on, the hideous thing was small and fast, nevertheless the Healer and Eagle flew upon the ground after it, as men possessed. For a moment they halted, unsure, with quick eyes and fast ears they picked up the trail again.
“I know they are after that grievous thing, but that shining is important too!” Obier tugged on the Archer’s cloak.
“Surely it is, but our friends are pursuing the wicked creature, we should not leave them unhelped.” The Archer pulled against the tug.
“Yes, but if we look a bit, it shouldn’t be any harm!” Obier dropped the cloak.
“My heart says I must attend them.” The Archer sprinted away, Obier was looking under a bush.
“Huh..Oh, Let them know I shall catch up with them in just a..wait a moment was is that!” He cupped his hand to his mouth, and peered down a hole, “Why that is a beautiful bow, indeed it looks like the one the elf Ruthiel was carrying.”
Obier slide down the pit, landed firmly on the ground and picked up the bow.
The Archer had little trouble following his Companions. They were moving so fast, only a blind orc could have missed their passing, and he was far from that. His feet moved rapidly, his chest swelled from the deep intake of the cold air, and soon he saw the form of his Fellows, struggling it seemed.
“Quick now, around it!” The Healer waved his arms.
The Eagle, sword drawn, rushed forward, “I think I can push it against those rocks!”
The Archer see them, whatever they had found, they had backed it up into a defenseless position.
Obier looked up towards the opening, “It sure is a ways down here.”
His deft ears picked up some the crackling of feet on twigs, he pressed close to the wall of the “pit”. Looking up he saw two long beards peering down the hole at him.
“Whus this, now?” the dwarf nudged the other, Obier grabbed the bow slipping it on his back.
“It is a person in need of some assistance climbing out!” Obier held up his hands to them.
“Oh, ok then!” The other dwarf said, and they let down a hand each, clasped Obier’s hand, and pulled him up and out.
“Rope, ROPE!!!!” the Healer pushed down on the slimy things head.
A thick fist swung upward toppling the Healer. As if on cue, the Eagle flopped on top of the squirming mass of arms and legs, the nearly toothless mouth snapped at him. A quick elbow closed the mouth, and made the eyes wince. Another fist knocked the flapping thing out.
The Eagle stood, the Healer dropped to the ground binding the greenish small thing like a spider catching prey.
“What is that thing?” The Archer stood behind them, puffing.
“I think it is the creature Gandalf sent us for.” the Eagle jumped a bit.
“You two need to watch…” a large grey foot caught the Hunter in the groin, he went down.
The creature rolled away from them, and as if by magic, slipped almost completely out of the ropes. It bound away. The Archer snatched the bit of rope that laid at his foot and tugged, it was enough to pull the thing down. Rushing after it, the Eagle slide a bit in the mud, and flopped on top of it, the small creature was almost entirely covered by his body.
Spit erupted from the things mouth, along with venomous retorts, and attempts to bite the Eagle.
Recovering the Hunter walked over and looked at the creature, “I think I know what can help us, a nice draught of Nightshade. I’ll go find some.”
“I’ll make camp.” The Archer grabbed some firewood, and looked for a spot near that was defensible.
Bloody Ghost Buffet
He stooped and patted away the rough dirty about the bottom of his trousers, “Thank you two so much, I am Obier!”
And we, they bowed, “Are Polin and Pomlin. Are you out here alone?”
Obier waved his hands, “No, no, indeed, I was with a fellow group of Woodman who are over that way chasing after some rude creature, when I spotted an odd glimmer this way.”
“Oh,” they looked at each other with sideways glances, “And is that what you found?”
Obier looked at the tall bow strapped to his back, “Why yes, beautiful isn’t it?”
“Ah yes, do you look for the person it was attached to?” they rubbed their hands.
“Well, it did look like the bow of a fellow we knew back at the Woodman Hall, but I was not looking for him in particular.”
“Ah, well, he isn’t around here, we think we saw him go that way.” They both pointed towards the direction Obier had indicated his friend was in.
“Well then, perhaps I should see if he found my friends!” Obier sighed and bounded off.
The Archer had found a suitable camping place easy to defend near the root of a rather large, and dead, oak. The pathway leading to the base had worn away in floods and provided not only a defensible position, but a great hiding spot as well. While the Eagle watched the slippery worm the Healer brewed a sleeping “potion” and the Archer continued to secure the encampment with a variety of traps. Into this array of events Obier arrived. Normally the others would have noticed the nice bow about his shoulders, but as they were more than preoccupied, they did not.
Obier scouted the area, as the Healer finished the nightshade draught for the howling and spitting creature. With it finished, the Company piled on top of the filthy little thing, it barked at them, hissed, tried biting them, then clamped its mouth shut.
“We are spilling the nightshade draught, here, Archer, hold its head, I’ll pry its mouth open.” the Healer grabbed the Bloody Ghost’s lower jaw, yanked and poured.
The creature spit the slop back up, and bit the Healer’s finger.
“Ahh..hold him still.”
The Archer and Eagle pushed harder on the diminutive beast, and the Healer poured more, than smashed its mouth closed. They held their breath, the thing kicked less, and finally went completely limp.
“Finally.”
And we, they bowed, “Are Polin and Pomlin. Are you out here alone?”
Obier waved his hands, “No, no, indeed, I was with a fellow group of Woodman who are over that way chasing after some rude creature, when I spotted an odd glimmer this way.”
“Oh,” they looked at each other with sideways glances, “And is that what you found?”
Obier looked at the tall bow strapped to his back, “Why yes, beautiful isn’t it?”
“Ah yes, do you look for the person it was attached to?” they rubbed their hands.
“Well, it did look like the bow of a fellow we knew back at the Woodman Hall, but I was not looking for him in particular.”
“Ah, well, he isn’t around here, we think we saw him go that way.” They both pointed towards the direction Obier had indicated his friend was in.
“Well then, perhaps I should see if he found my friends!” Obier sighed and bounded off.
The Archer had found a suitable camping place easy to defend near the root of a rather large, and dead, oak. The pathway leading to the base had worn away in floods and provided not only a defensible position, but a great hiding spot as well. While the Eagle watched the slippery worm the Healer brewed a sleeping “potion” and the Archer continued to secure the encampment with a variety of traps. Into this array of events Obier arrived. Normally the others would have noticed the nice bow about his shoulders, but as they were more than preoccupied, they did not.
Obier scouted the area, as the Healer finished the nightshade draught for the howling and spitting creature. With it finished, the Company piled on top of the filthy little thing, it barked at them, hissed, tried biting them, then clamped its mouth shut.
“We are spilling the nightshade draught, here, Archer, hold its head, I’ll pry its mouth open.” the Healer grabbed the Bloody Ghost’s lower jaw, yanked and poured.
The creature spit the slop back up, and bit the Healer’s finger.
“Ahh..hold him still.”
The Archer and Eagle pushed harder on the diminutive beast, and the Healer poured more, than smashed its mouth closed. They held their breath, the thing kicked less, and finally went completely limp.
“Finally.”
Re: East Bight and Down
The night came swiftly and the Company took turns not only watching around the camp, but in it as well.
“We need to watch this thing, it seems to slip through almost any bond we bind it with.” the Eagle tightened the leather straps around the bloody ghost’s hands.
“Agreed.”
The Fellowship determined the evening watch rotation. Late in the night, the Archer heard one of the traps snap, and a short yip. He awoke the camp. The Healer edged out to look at the traps and found a dead dog in one.
“Hmmm,” the Healer squinted at the dog and scanned the dark horizon, “This looks like one of our stock, yet there are little differences.” He walked slowly backwards to camp. The morning came too soon, and the Company was awakened by the barking of dogs and the call of men. Looking down the row from their encampment, the Company could easily see a large group of men in dark clothing watching them.
“We need to watch this thing, it seems to slip through almost any bond we bind it with.” the Eagle tightened the leather straps around the bloody ghost’s hands.
“Agreed.”
The Fellowship determined the evening watch rotation. Late in the night, the Archer heard one of the traps snap, and a short yip. He awoke the camp. The Healer edged out to look at the traps and found a dead dog in one.
“Hmmm,” the Healer squinted at the dog and scanned the dark horizon, “This looks like one of our stock, yet there are little differences.” He walked slowly backwards to camp. The morning came too soon, and the Company was awakened by the barking of dogs and the call of men. Looking down the row from their encampment, the Company could easily see a large group of men in dark clothing watching them.
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