Ruined Fortress(#20827RXno)

This is an open courtyard. The fortress appears to be in surprisingly good

shape considering how long it must have been abandoned. The well appears to

be intact, a covering stone still lying across the opening just as it must

have been abandoned long ago. The walls, though partly ruinous, are still

stout for the most part, though here and there stones have fallen to the

ground.

 

It is hard to make out much more in the darkness. At least there is no wind.

Contents:

Grimbeorn

Jora

Osbeorn

Obvious exits:

Ruined Tower, Main Gate, Southern Wall, and Eastern Postern Gate

 

[Grimbeorn(#22365)] The hour is late and a sharp wind blows through the

courtyard of the ruined fortress, now further littered with the bodies of

dead orc. The courtyard is far from deserted, though, as men and women sit

in small groups, talking, or sleep lightly, resting on the ruins. Among them

is Grimbeorn, propped up against part of a wall, snoring.

 

The bodies of dead orcs are usually left to rot, for even most carrion birds

will avoid them. To a troll they are a fine meal. It seems that one troll is

making himself a nice meal this evening. Mol wanders among the bodies,

selecting only thos orc's that have properly aged a bit, giving them a

robust flavor. The olog rips off legs and sucks the meat right off the bone

or some times takes the rare unsoiled rump roast and places it a pouch at

his waist for latter. And thus the olog wanders on, getting closer and

closer to the ruined fortress.

 

 

[Osbeorn(#15409)] One of the Beornings, at least, stands alone. Or paces

alone, rather. A burly man walks up and down, from the gate to the fire,

repeatedly. The side of his face is already bruised, and the scowl he adds

to it makes him an ugly figure indeed. Osbeorn walks, his fists at his

sides, up and down, up and down. For now, the noise of the wind blocks out

any warning the Beornings might have regarding the approaching troll.

 

[Grimbeorn(#22365)] Grimbeorn yawns, swatting at fly buzzing near his nose.

"Stop yer pacing, Osbeorn. You'll tire out before the next herd o' em even

get here." He stretches, standing. "Want a rest?"

 

 

[Jora(#693)]

       Stirring from her rest, Jora look over to the to Beijabar groggily. She

yawns and stretches and rubs her eyes and looks over to Grimbeorn and

Osbeorn. "Is something happening?" She calls out in a sleep weary voice. She

then sits up looks about.

 

Mol continues to feast upon his fallen commrads. One orc still moves when

the troll gets to him. He utters a few barely audable words to teh troll

over the wind. The olog glances up and sets his gaze upon the fortress and

nods slowly. One of his big hands reaches down and grasps the orc. With a

quick squeeze the orc is dead and the olog is readying himself. He lobs the

body high into the air, aimed at either the man pacing near the fire or the

fire itself. Either way the stone beast ghopes the distraction will work. As

soon as the body is in teh air the olog is off, running off to the east,

thinking the humans will look to where he last was.

 

[Osbeorn(#15409)] "Bah, I'm fine." retorts the stout man, "I slept a few

hours already." The way his fists are clenched, his teeth grinding, it seems

he's a cord pulled taut, ready to snap. "I still reckon we should go find

them." Jora's question is met with a curt, "Nothing. Go back to sleep." The

body crashing into the ground near the fire stops anything further along

that line of thought. "Looks like they came back. A big one, too. Should we

go have a look, Grimbeorn?"

 

[Grimbeorn(#22365)] "Right," Grimbeorn nods, stepping sideways out of the

way of the body. He rubs his hands together, peering out into the darkness.

"That way, you think?" he asks, pointing east. "I think I smell something."

 

[Jora(#693)] A sharp gasp escapes the beekeeper's lips as the grotesque body

of an orc comes splatting next to the fire. Parts go scattering as Jora

stands up and grabs her axe. She looks to Grimbeorn as she shakes off the

sleep in her head. "I am ready to help too!" She exclaims with a zeal to aid

the Beijabars. "What do you wish me to do?" She holds her axe readily in

case orc come up to fight as well.

 

Ah, Mol is ever so clever. The olog congradulates himself inwardly for

outsmarting the humans in the fortress. The olog pulls out his great battle

axe and calmly waits for someone to exit the building. His smallish looking

head pokes out around the tree he tries to hid behind.

 

[Osbeorn(#15409)] "Not sure where it came from, but I reckon we can look

that way," he nods towards the east, "Reckon we can split up if we don't

find anything. Not like we'll be needing to watch each other against some

goblins." He peers out into the darkness now, not even bothering to turn

around and answer Jora, he says his answer forward, but his voice is easily

loud enough for any in the fortress to hear. "You can help by going back to

sleep and not waking any of the others up." he growls out, taking a few

tentative steps towards the gate.

 

[Grimbeorn(#22365)] "Or keeping watch," Grimbeorn adds, his voice calling

back as he moves to the gate, more rapidly than Osbeorn. In the darkness his

form is hard to discern, though sharp eyes might no longer see a human form,

but rather the threatening shape of a silvertip bruin.

 

[Jora(#693)]

       Nodding her head, Jora moves toward the gate and stands guard there. She

looks out into the still darkness as she sees the large hulking form of the

Beijabar goingo ut looking for the culpret who flung that thing into their

camp. Her axe shines from the fire light as she waits and sees what happens.

The bears will protect her, so she has no fear.

 

Mol's beady eyes scan the gate and the go wide as something certainly not

human comes from the gate. As one great bear leaves the fortress the olog's

free hand reaches behind him and gently touches his still sensitive buttox.

As he does so a great rage start to build deep with him. It was a giant bear

that ruined his well honed posterior and made the she-trolls laugh at Mol's

small flat rump. His hand clenches the axe haft tightly as his teeth grind

and a low growl snakes from his maw. The free hand pushes teh tree aside,

uprooting it, as Mol thrunders out towards the huge bear.

 

[<#22365>] Startled, the great bear turns toward the troll as it begins its

charge. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" comes the roar from teh massive bear, as

he rears on its hind legs, claws glistening---remembering, perhaps, the last

time those same claws rearranged the beast's nose...and rump.

 

[Osbeorn(#15409)] Before the great bear can finish its sentence, he is

joined by a smaller, but impressive-none-the-less black bear. It only takes

the blink of an eye for Osbeorn to sprout fur, grow claws, and a long

slavering snout. Osbeorn is replaced, and takes his place just off

Grimbeorn's flank, giving a tremendous snarl of his own, ready to do his

part once he sees which way his cousin is going to go.

 

Mol raises his massive axe over the top of his head as he charges the bear.

A growl erupts from his lungs as the distance shortens into striking range.

The olog puts all his weight and strength into this first swing aimed at the

middle of the bear's chest. He is slightly distracted in his attack by the

appearance of a second bear, smaller than the first but it's bite may hurt.

 

[Great_Bear(#22365)] The great bear that was Grimbeorn springs to the right

as the troll's axe makes its first swing, so that the deadly blade just

misses the bear's rump by a hair. Enraged, the bear lunges forward, one huge

paw seeking to connect with troll belly.

 

[Jora(#693)]

       Jora looks with amzement as she sees the huge looming figure of the troll

uproot a tree and comes after the Great Bear! She looks aourn quickly a

nudges someone awake. She quips to him, "Keep Guard!" Then she does the

brave, or some might consider foolish, act of slipping out of the gate and

venturing towards the fight. She tries to move withs ome stealth, but her

presence is not really an issue with the three combatant involved.

 

[Osbeorn(#15409)] With Grimbeorn going right, Osbeorn goes left, moving

sideways with some surprising deftness. Still growling, he lurches forward

towards the troll's legs, hoping for one, that the troll is distracted by

the Laird, and another, he might take out one of those solid tree trunks. Or

a chunk out of it, at least.

 

Mol goes roaring past the enormous bear, his momentum sweeping him up. The

olog manages to stop himself just intime for the bear's claws to go slashing

past. The enraged troll clutches his axe with both hands and starts to make

a second attack in the bear. His broad shoulders turn towards the bear and

he swings, not really putting al his body into the attack on the bear's

forward shoulder. The olog hardly notices the second bear scratch his leg.

 

[Jora(#693)]

       Jora slips down stealthfuly towards the fight between the three massive

figures. She pauses at the edge as she sees how the two bears fiight in

unison. She just watches from a distance and looks around to make sure no

one else if going to try to harm the bears.

 

[Great_Bear(#22365)] Grimbeorn twists at the last moment as he passes the

troll, the axe blade once more whizzing past. With the troll now turned

toward him, face exposed, Grimbeorn pivots, rearing on his hind legs and

slashing a paw downward, aimed across the creature's nose.

 

[Dagmar(#30395)]

Slipping behind Jora, little Dagmar clutches her staff in her hands and

glares furiously at the huge troll attacking the two Beijabar. She looks not

at all pleased or amused by this.

 

[Black_Bear(#15409)] Giving a growl of frustration as the troll moves away

from his claws, lessening the blow, Osbeorn keeps after him, ready to try

again. Mol's attention is still focused on Grimbeorn, and as the larger

bruin finds purchase, he makes hes attempt, this time, he rises to his

hindquarters, hoping to rake both sets of claws down the troll's back.

 

[Jora(#693)] Watching the battle, Jora smiles roudly as she sees the bears

getting theri licks in and not getting hit in return. She continues to look

out over the area to make sure no reinforcement come in and try to attach

while the two massive bears take care of this troll.

 

"ARRRRGGGGHHHHH" The olog cries out in pain and rage as the bear's long

claws shred the olog's already distorted nose. Mol staggers back a step and

then plants his feet. The olog launches his stony bulk directly at the

larger bear. It is indeed a good move for the smaller bear's claws narrowly

miss the troll's back. They would have caught his butt if a large bear had

not bit both cheeks off.

       Now the olog is on the offensive. He swings his axe low, aimed at the hind

foot of the larger bear. It leaves Mol open to many attack but if he

connects it may save what is left of his nose from another slashing paw.

 

[<#30395>] Dagmar creeps up beside Jora and whispers in her high voice:

"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

 

[Great_Bear(#22365)] The great bear roars as the troll misses once more--you

can almost hear him laughing, in fact. Running past the troll, he turns and

charges from the other direction--from behind this time, huge form rushing

to bite that already-flattened troll rump.

 

[<#693>] Jora looks over to Dagmar and nods her head. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE

WHISPERING>" She looks around warily. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE WHISPERING>" She

holds her axe at a ready position waiting for something to do.

 

[Black_Bear(#15409)] It's not Osbeorn's day, he can't seem to find good

purchase in the troll, reckless as it's behaving. His own anger is welling

up in him, and he roars right into Mol, going on the offensive himself. He

stops growling just long enough to attempt to bite and lock onto one of the

troll's arms after its axe swing.

 

Mol lets out a pitious wail as his backside is again bitten by the huge

bear. THe olog spins to face the bear, leaving a good bit of what is left of

his rear in the beast jaws. Black blood squirts out for the grevious wound

with each beat of the troll's stone heart. The olog's giant axe leads the

spin, lashing out with all the strength and fury the olog and muster. It is

not enough, for as he swings, the second bear latches onto his arm and the

behemoth must swing the bear also. The strength of the troll allows it but

the attack looses much of it's power.

 

[Galdorim(#22020)] A light flares up in the fortress and Galdorim prepares

to leave the main gates. He steps out of the gates holding up a lantern,

while fully armored and armed. His winged Mithril helm glistens in the

lantern light as she sees the three figures battleing in the dark. He

strides down the way in the direction of the fight as he looks over to the

pair of Berning just watching. He chuckles to himself as he has seen the

Beijabar fight and thinks it good to just lie and wait.

 

[Great_Bear(#22365)] The great bear--pieces of troll bum still in its

mouth--shakes its head furiously from side to side, displaying his trophy.

The move costs him, though, as the troll axe connects this time, slicing

diagonally into the bear's deep fur, drawing blood. The force of the blow is

brunted by Osbeorrn's attack, but it is enough to enrage Grimbeorn, sending

him flying, teeth barred, into Mol once more. No aim this time--just a huge

mass of fur and claws and teeth hurtling toward the troll.

 

[Black_Bear(#15409)] Having stopped the force of Mol's blow somewhat, the

Black Bear lets go, as he's now got a mixture of Grimbeorn's and the troll's

blood matting his fur. Back on the ground, alongside his cousin, he too

jumps forward, a front of dripping white teeth and sharp, hooked claws. He

launches towards the troll's midsection, apparently intent on digging right

through it.

 

[Jora(#693)] Jora gasps slightly as she sees the Laird get hit. She whimpse

with empathy, but the grins proudly as she sees the Great Bear retaliate.

She then looks over at Galdorim and frowns somewhat.

 

Mol snarls and tries to shake off the bear on his arm. He does not even have

time to register his hit on the larger bear he is so intent on freeing

himself from the black bear. His attempt is short though for a moment later

the massive bear again strikes him, knocking him backward a few paces, long

gouges now bleeding from his boulder sized chest. The second bear, now free

of teh olog's arm is on him just after the first. His attack again causes

the olog to bleed. MOl raises his axe high above his head and brings it

crashing down aimed between the bear's forward shoulders.

 

[Dagmar(#30395)]

Giving Jora a nod, Dagmar looks back and forth in the darkness for extra

movement from any approaching orcs or extra trolls. She narrows her eyes at,

in order, a swaying tree, a passing cloud, and a boulder.

But the sound of the Beijabar's injury reaches her ears and she looks

startled, though not terribly worried...until the olog's axe buries itself

in the Black Bear's shoulders. She gasps then in surprise and clenches her

staff in worry, knowing she can do nothing from here, knowing she would die

if she ran closer in.

 

[Black_Bear(#15409)] Mol's axe bites deep, deep into the giant hump of

muscle that makes up the black bear's shoulders. It even falters for a

moment, lowering its front half under the blow. Giving another growl, this

one more defiant, he launches upwards this time, not using claws, not using

teeth, but this time, sheer mass, he tries in what's most likely a futile

attempt to drag the troll down to the earth.

 

[Great_Bear(#22365)] With a roar, Grimbeorn rushes toward the troll,

attacking head-first almost in an attempt to push Mol out of the way. He

reaches the troll just as Osbeorn hits.

 

[Galdorim(#22020)]

       Nodding to Jora and Dagmar, Galdorim looks at the massive battle before

them. He waits back nears the pair od Beorning ladies as he surveys the land

for another other forces that might try to make a move to the fort. He

speaks to Jora and Dagmar. "No other signs of foe, other than the troll?" He

holds his lantern up and shines it out into the darkness to make sure.

 

Mol lets out an evil cackle as his axe bites deep into the smaller bear. His

mirth is short lived as both bears hit him at once. The force is terrible

upon the olog, ripping his flesh and causing his footing to falter. The

stone beast falls to one knee, his height advantage gone and also much of

his power in this position. The olog can see that his first blow on the

smaller bear hurt badly and the olog hopes to take that bear out of the

fight completely. Mol turns his massive shoulder into his next swing,

gaining as much power as he can. His axe lashes out, aimed at the side of

the black bear's head.

 

[Black_Bear(#15409)] The complete carelessness of the smaller bear has

vanished after the axe left a large dent in his hump. Bleeding profusely,

he's more wary now, and ready for this next blow aimed at his head. He pulls

to the side the troll's knee is at, hard, hoping that the leg will cut the

blow short, and he's right. It comes close to an ear, but fails to do any

real damage. Once more, now, he switches to his claws, hoping to rake them

down the troll's side, since he's a little more, or as much as any troll may

be, vulnerable like this.

 

[Dagmar(#30395)]

Dagmar looks up at Galdorim, wide-eyed and uncomprehending; it would seem

that she understands little if any Westron. Watching his movements, however,

she uses the light from his lantern to look out further into the darkness.

Seeing that the tree is only a tree, the clouds are but clouds, and the rock

has been there for quite some time, she looks slightly relieved...but her

eyes continue to flicker back to the battle at hand, and her deep blue eyes

betray worry.

 

Jora looks over to Dagmar as Osbeorn is hurt badly. "Do we ahve any healers

up at the camp? I think the Beas might need some tending to after this

battle. Osbeorn looks like he is bleeding badly!" She looks over to Galdorim

and shakes her heaad. "No, just the troll right now, but keep your eye out

just in case!"

 

 

[<#30395>] Dagmar looks up at Jora and frowns a little. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE

SPEECH>" She looks back at the melee in a little worry, glancing up at

Galdorim a little nervously before looking back out into the darkness, her

brow furrowing in concentration.

 

 

Galdorim stands near Jora and Dagmar, as if protecting them or just strength

in numbers. He continues to shine his lantern out into the darkness,

avoiding shining at the combatants as he does not wish to accidentally blind

someone. "Yes, I will keep my guard up." He glances tot he fight and then

back out into the wilds.

 

 

[Great_Bear(#22365)] Grimbeorn turns and resumes his attack, rearing on his

hind legs to a massive height, then bringing down his weight into the

attack, trying to crush the troll and maybe rip its ears off as well.

 

Mol struggles, trying to get back to his feet. The olog slips slightly as he

avoids the black bear's claws. The slight falter causes the large bear to

miss with the full brunt of his weight but his claws still do rip at the

troll's ears. Finally the olog gets to his feet. He tries to gain a moment

of rest by slapping out with his axe at the smaller bear and trying to move

away from the huge bear at the smae time. It is a weak attack but my buy the

olog some time.

 

[Black_Bear(#15409)] The smaller bear, at least, welcomes a brief respite.

He lets the troll back off, and doesn't press the attack just yet. Instead,

he starts to pace a bit, planning his next attack, hopefully someplace the

troll will be more open to it.

 

 

[Great_Bear(#22365)] The great bear howls as the attack draws merely a

scratch and the troll gets away. Hind legs digging deep in the earth, the

bear charges forward, looking to head-butt the troll and slip its legs out

from under him.

 

Mol has turned and ran from fights before with these giant bears but that

was before. Now the rage within the olog is too great for any such act of

cowardace. He is just about to attack again when the larger bear hits. The

thick skull of the bear is enough to knock the olog down again. As he is

falling the olog feebily tries to hit the larger bear. Mol is slightly dazed

as he hits the ground but soon his limbs are flailing as he tries to get up.

 

[<#693>] Lets out a soft cheer as Jora sees the Great Bear make a solid

strike again at the troll. She looks over to Dagmar and states.

"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" She looks back over to Galdorima nd then back to

the fight as if she is not totally comfortable with the Gondorian so near.

 

 

[Great_Bear(#22365)] The troll's axe connects with Grimbeorn's leg, but

barely...just a flesh wound. Hopping about for a bit, the bear swipes at the

troll again, more of a defensive hit to keep him back than anything else.

 

[Black_Bear(#15409)] The troll downed, Osbeorn sees his chance and takes it.

Immensely powerful jaws try to latch onto the top of the troll's head now.

He darts around Grimbeorn and manages to avoid flailing troll-limbs for the

moment. Whether or not he connects, his mouth clacks shut loudly.

 

Galdorim looks over as the two Beorning talk amongst each other in their own

language. He then looks onto the battle and smiles as he sees the troll

taking grevious wounds. He assume this battle will be over soon. He

continues to watch the around around and behind themt o make sure no others

are coming that might cause trouble.

 

 

Mol is again accosted by the terrible bears. Their jaws take large hunks of

flesh from his skin as he tries to regain his footing. As he does so an

ominous sign appears overhead. The sky is lighting with the coming of the

day. Such a thing would cause any troll to panic and it does cause Mol to

explode into action.

       The olog's axe lashes out at the smaller bear, trying to knock him back.

Mol's arms and legs flail about, trying to gain some hand hold or footing so

he can get up and escape the deadly sun.

 

[Great_Bear(#22365)] Rushing in as the troll attacks Osbeorn, the greater

bear pushes the attack, swinging a claw-wielding paw at the beast's eyes.

 

 

Jora looks up and sees the sky starting to lighten with the coming dawn. She

looks confidentally downa t the fight as the troll is almost dead as it is.

"This fight will be over very soon. It is dead no matter what..either by the

bears or the dawn." She crosses her arms across her chest and looks kind of

smugly at the Gondorian.

 

Black_Bear manages to get himself out of the flailing axe's way, but not

without having to relinquish his grip on Mol. He's not about to let the

troll get up either, but rather than attack, he opens himself up to more

attacks by trying to climb on top of the troll and pin it down with his own

weight.

 

[Dagmar(#30395)] Following Jora's gaze, Dagmar's face lights up and she nods

up at the beekeeper with a bright smile. Turning her eyes to the dying Troll

now, her face splits into a wide, vicious smile.

 

 

Galdorim nods his head with confirmation at Jora's words. He know not to get

too close, he has gotten his head rung up a couple times by a troll's axe,

and he does not wish to get in the way of a fleing trool. That is, if it

gets the chance to flee. His deep voice rumbles out tot he pair of ladies.

"And the light will scare the orcs away as well. The day is safe, for now."

 

 

[<#22365>] Great_Bear says in Atliduk, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"He's not

dead, you fool!"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

 

The sun, that acursed orb of light that is the enemy of all trolls, claws

it's way up into the sky. The trees still hold it back from reaching the

olog's sensitive skin for now but it is still climbing toward the tree tops,

and doing so quickly.

       Back on the ground the olog fights with all his considerable strength to

get up and run. There is nothing a troll fears more than the sun and it

shows on the look of abject terror on Mol's face. His axe lays forgotten

beside him as he tries to push the bears off him. In his weakened state it

is hopeless, the bears are too large and Mol is far to hurt. His arms and

legs keep thrashing about, trying to get away.

       Just as the olog manages to find a grip on a root, the sun crowns the tops

of the trees in golden light. It casacdes down onto the form of the

struggling olog on the ground and starts a terible reaction. Mol shudders

and his limbs flail as the light assaults his skin. The stony hide of the

olog starts to harden evan more. The black blood flowing from his wounded

face and backside turns to the blackest obsidian. His muscles lock up,

freezing him in that flailing position on the ground as the bears hold him

down. Finally his skin turns to stone and then lastly his eyes firm into two

pinpoints of quartz on his terror filled face.

 

[Jora(#693)] Upon sees the Olog harden and become one with the earth as one

of the great rocks of the land, Jora takes that initiative to move closer

tot he two great bears. "Do either of you need any help?" her eyes rest

mainly on Osbearn as it is apprent that he has taken the brunt of the

damage. "I can fetch a healer, if you are not up to making your way back to

the fortress." Her voice is laced with relief as well as concern for the

bears that fought so well.

 

Dagmar leaps into the air with a shout of joy as the troll's flesh shudders

to unmoving stone, her sun-gold hair flashing in the early morning sunrise.

Looking up at Galdorim triumphantly, she runs over to the two bears and to

Jora's side, looking between her and Osbeorn.

 

[Black_Bear(#15409)] Robbed of what would have been his kill by the sun, the

smaller black bear rises to its back legs and tilts its head back in a

fierce roar. Apparently, it doesn't quite realize the fight is over yet, and

sweeps the area for another target. The orcs here are all dead, claws and

teeth will do nothing to stone. Jora's offer of help is ignored, as is the

other Beorning who comes down. Dark eyes full of rage lock onto the

Gondorian on the field, and, mouth open, Osbeorn starts a charge in his

direction.

 

[<#22365>] Great_Bear rears on its hind legs, roaring in victory--and then

its eyes fall on Osbeorn, narrowing. Another roar goes out, half shout, half

growl, its deep tones rattling the ground. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" is the

brief cry.

 

Galdorim nods at Dagmar's triumphant smile as he looks on seeing this battle

is over and likely to be over till dark. He then looks to the bear as he

charges him. There is not a reminant of leather on his person as he has

replaced all leather good with the beorning equivalent. He calls out at the

enraged bear. "Hold Osbeorn! I am here to help your people from this

scurge!" He backs up in a defensive posture not wishing to feelt he bite of

his massive claws.

 

Jora cries out as she sees the Black Bear rushing towards the Gondorian.

"Osbeorn! Grimbeorn has declared him an ally. Please do not harm him!" She

is not stupid enough to try to stop him or get in his way, but she hopes

Grimbeorn's and her words might help.

 

 

[<#15409>] The bear pauses for a brief moment, just long enough to bellow

his own response, a savage series of snarls and growls. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE

SPEECH>" And with that, his halt is over, and he resumes his charge. The way

he's going, it doesn't look like he's going to bite the man or even claw

him, for now, but rather, just bowl him over. Whatever is in the bear's

mind, it's evidently not stopping.

 

Dagmar looks quite startled at Osbeorn's sudden attack on Galdorim. Jumping

up and down to get the Gondorian's attention, she waves her arms in the air

and dashes in front of Jora, trying to get a clear line of sight between

herself and the Gondorian. Dropping the staff in her hands, she points

directly to Galdorim and then falls to the ground, curling up in a little

ball and tucking her head and arms over her chest and stomach. She lays

there for a moment and then peeks her head out, gesturing for Galdorim to do

the same.

 

 

 

[<#22365>] A low rumble of warning is the only answer at first from the

great bear, which now lowers its head and begins running toward the smaller

bear. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" the bear snaps out. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE

SPEECH>"

 

Galdorim 's deep blue eyes are trained on the huge black bear rushing at him

and not at the others ordering and pleading for him to stop. The tall

citadel guardsman pivots to a side and back petals quickly to a side to try

to get out of the path of the charging bear. He is not going to attack him,

but he is ready to try to parry what ever blow might come his way or dive

out of the way of a charge. He tries to reason with the enraged bear. "I

have done as you asked and discarded the items you have found offensive. I

wish to be the ally of this land, AND I am a repersentative of the Steward

of Gondor, the ruler. An attack on me might be contrude as an attack on

Gondor!"

 

 

Frustration evident in her eyes, Dagmar jumps to her feet again and yells

out to Galdorim in heavily accented, broken Westron: "Get DOWN!"

 

[Black_Bear(#15409)] The bear isn't listening to his own kin, there's no

chance that he's listening to the faulty reasoning of a Gondorian. As the

man moves out of the way, the bear veers towards him, slowing as he does.

He's not about to bowl the man over anymore, but instead, swings a heavy paw

at the man, not bothering with his 'defensive stance'.

 

 

[Great_Bear(#22365)] Coming up rapidly behind Osbeorn, the great bear roars,

lifting one mighty paw and aiming it to the smaller bear's rump, to try to

pull him off the man.

 

 

[Galdorim(#22020)]

       The huge paw deftly sweeps under the shield that Galdorim is not really

comfortable wielding as of yet. The clawd of the Black bear rend into the

mailed side of the Gondorian soldier. The sound of rings of chain flying

free along with the sound of a few ribs cracking and breaking. Galdorim is

flung aside, like a rag dool as he flies back into some heavy rocks. He then

slumps against the rocks as he remains defencless momentarily as pain rack

his large frame and left gasping for breath.

 

 

[Black_Bear(#15409)]

 

Jora whince with empathy as she sees the tall stranger take a full swipe

from Osbeorn. She looks to Galdorim with pity as she stands there hoping

that the Laird can stop him before he kills the man. She looks over to

Dagmar and shudders as she hopes this would not come about.

 

[<#30395>] Dagmar says in Eothrik, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Dagmar says,

glaring at the Gondorian with a frown and picking up her staff. She looks up

to Jora, her expression half-sympthetic, half-furious. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE

SPEECH>"

 

[<#30395>] Dagmar mutters under her breath: "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" She

glares at the Gondorian with a frown and picks up her staff. She looks up to

Jora, her expression half-sympthetic, half-furious. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE

SPEECH>"

 

[Black_Bear(#15409)] Grimbeorn's attack doesn't manage to hook into the

ursine's prodigious rump, though he does feel it. All his rage and fury for

the moment were focused into that single blow. After it lands, he doesn't

even bother watching where Galdorim goes or what happens to him. Instead, he

turns on Grimbeorn, giving a growl of his own. It's followed by a grunt, and

like quicksilver, the fur and added bulk melt off Osbeorn's form. There's

blood pouring from the man in a few spots, mostly from a nasty cut that goes

across his shoulders, and he scowls, fists balled up as if he's ready to

punch Grimbeorn, bear or no, right in the face.

 

[Great_Bear(#22365)] "Ha!!" comes a decidedly human sound from the great

bear, followed by the reappearance of Grimbeorn who stands, unhurt, laughing

at his cousin. "Go throw yourself in the river an' cool off, ya foul brute.

Or throw Asbeorn off the Carrock a few times. That one over there--" he

points to the slumped figure of Galdorim--"isn't worth your energy. And

besides, you're bleedin'." He points to the man's chest.

 

[Galdorim(#22020)]

       Grimacing with extreme pain, Galdorim pulls himself up. A hand reaches to

his injured side as it comes back stained with blood. He looks to Grimbeorn

and then to Osbeorn as if betrayed. "Is this the way you treat your allies?

I came down here to lend aid to your people, and yet you are blinded with

what I came here wearing?" He shakes his head and straightens himself the

best he can and start to head towards the fort to see if someone might give

him medical aid.

 

Dagmar stalks over to Galdorim, looking up at him as she approaches. Her

expression hovers again between compassion and disapproval as she trots up

to his side, putting her stick out toward the Gondorian with one hand and

offering support with the other. She nods her head toward the fort: "Take -

you - to - rest. Take - off..." She pauses a moment and reaches out to the

chainmail tunic he wears, grinning a little at him. "Fish-scales."

 

[Osbeorn(#15409)] "I reckon I'm cool enough now. That one's lucky he didn't

die. I thought about it." The beijabar replies to his cousin. "He had it

coming. Shouldn't have come out here." He watches Galdorim go, laughing at

the melodrama, raising his voice so that he's sure to hear. "Well, you fool,

I reckon I'll use the same thinking you did. I just attacked the king of

this "Gondor" place. When you killed those animals, you attacked me. Come

here wearing leather? Try and kill a horse in front of me? Aye, those are

attacks on me. Next time, I'll have me some gloves." The giant snorts

derisively as Dagmar goes to help him, "Now go cry about it like a child,

weakling. I saw nothing to back your claims of being some great warrior."

 

[Grimbeorn(#22365)] "Hrmph.." Grimbeorn snorts a bit at his cousin's

comments, shaking his head. "Allies?" He scratches his head. "Allies?" He

repeats, shooting Osbeorn a puzzled look. "Don't even know where their land

is," he shrugs. "But ya shouldn't have attacked him," he adds to Osbeorn.

"Kori is gonna have a word with you about this, youcan be sure about that,"

he laughs.

 

Jora looks to Dagmar and nods. She walks over to the other side of the tall

Gondorian and offers him some kind words. "Please do not think the views

ofone reflect the views of us all." She glances to Grimbeorn. "You were

there when the Laird defended your presence here. Let us get you to the fort

and tended to."