CIMORENE: I was trained well enough by Saruman the White to have been on the Council if another had met. Who is to say that another could not have done the same?
NARRATOR: Radagast:I suppose I will say otherwise.
CIMORENE: *she stares at him*
NARRATOR: *ulrich braces himself*
CIMORENE: (lol)
NARRATOR: *ipal just stares on*
NARRATOR: *radagast is searching the trees with his eyes for signs of the pursuer*
CIMORENE: *she stands, her fists at her sides* Explain yourself, my lord, before I am forced to draw conclusions alone
NARRATOR: Radagast:Even with all the knowledge the master can give, I do not believe it possible for our students to be better than we are for we 5 are not of this world!
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*lightly chirps*What if it were a high elf master?
CIMORENE: But what if someone else were not of this world either, my lord? *she is not even heated in her tone, being able to control her emotions*
CIMORENE: Melendar far surpasses most of the spell casting ability that I am aware of, he even helped forge the Rings of Power! And HE is of this world
NARRATOR: Radagast:*he swallows his anger and pride in a moment*Perhaps cimorene in which case we must be wary. I thought we had not to fear Melendar?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:We may master.
NARRATOR: Ipal:I say we watch our backs regardless.
NARRATOR: Radagast:*mutters to himself*I cannot find our stealthy tracker this time.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*surprised*Ipal is right?.
CIMORENE: We don't have to fear him, but did we not fear Galadriel? Or Gil-Galad? Or even Cirdan? Even if we don't need to fear them, we still should. Hearts are not always so clear. *she draws herself up proudly, facing the brown wizard* YOu underestimate the powers of this world, my lord. She is gone. She left with a warning, and she will not return until she regroups herself. *she stalks off into the trees, heading East*
NARRATOR: (uh laura not to ruin your moment)
NARRATOR: (but you're going the wrong way)
CIMORENE: (eep..... *heads off in the right direction then)
NARRATOR: (hehe)
NARRATOR: *you hear Ulrich whisper soothingly*
NARRATOR: *Ipal is at your flank immediately*
NARRATOR: Ipal:I am with you lady.
NARRATOR: *radagast has an outburst in hush tones now*
NARRATOR: Ipal:What are we to do now?
NARRATOR: *ulrich is soothing again*
CIMORENE: *she smiles gently at Ipal* That is comforting..... *she sighs* I did not mean to upset Lord radagast, but his kind of arrogance I simply cannot stand. We continue on, my young friend. This is my quest, and whether or not Radagast will admit it, it is MINE. He merely is coming along, and I appreciate that, but arrogance is not a good companion for this mission.
NARRATOR: Ipal:*looking back warily then forward again*Very well.
CIMORENE: *she puts a hand on Ipal's arm as she walks, to calm him and herself* I hope I did not just damn us....
NARRATOR: Ipal:I wonder if that is why we have not been killed in our sleep by this mysterious lady?
NARRATOR: Ipal:3 wizards is intimidating to me even.
CIMORENE: Because she wasn't sent to kill us. She was sent to watch us
NARRATOR: Ipal:I suppose so*trails off*
CIMORENE: At least, that is what she told me. She was on reconnaisance, not coming to kill us.
NARRATOR: *ipal says nothing*
NARRATOR: *you hear horses behind you*
CIMORENE: I-Ipal? *her voice gets softer* Was I wrong to stand up for myself? Was I the arrogant one, and not Lord Radagast? *for the first time since he met her, she looks very unsure of herself*
NARRATOR: Ipal:I know nothing of these matter lady. I cannot see how you have been wrong yet.
CIMORENE: *she smiles at him and continues walking, pretty much ignoring the horses. She gently steers Ipal to the side of the road to avoid the horses if they were not the wizards*
NARRATOR: Radagast:*to you from behind you*If our monster is not of this world, you'll need help dealing with what you encounter till the sea of ruhn. *he sounds very assured and proud*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*happy*Good to be along side you again.
NARRATOR: Ipal:*clearly relieved*And I am happy to have you two back as well!
CIMORENE: *she wisely bites her tongue at the brown stuffed-shirt behind her, and whistles for Bard* Indeed, my lords. Shall we shove on?
NARRATOR: (hehe)
NARRATOR: Radagast:*taking lead again*Indeed!
NARRATOR: *you ride 4 days with no trouble. the land is grassy and bumpy. the sky is cloudy and threatening a storm*
CIMORENE: (Wow..... I really hate Radagast's nature)
NARRATOR: (these old characters get a bit manic depressive after being alive for so many years*
NARRATOR: *you arrive in a slope between 2 hills to keep the wind from you all for the night*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Shall we make camp then?
CIMORENE: *she nods, having cooled off in the last four days, and casts Sense Power*
NARRATOR: *Ipal smiles at the thought*
NARRATOR: *radagast starts to make a fire*
CIMORENE: (I rolled a 10 on the sense pwoer)
NARRATOR: *things seem fine besides the burning power of radagast*
NARRATOR: Radagast:If I am correct we are about half way to the sea of Ruhn.
CIMORENE: *she lies down to meditate for an hour, after informing the others of her actions. bard stands near her*
NARRATOR: *you dream*
CIMORENE: (oh boy)
NARRATOR: *you're in the doorway now with that framiliar hill behind you*
NARRATOR: *the bright white light reveals a dark, cloudy hilly region that is too large for you to see and it is so far below you*
NARRATOR: *you are in the sky*
CIMORENE: *she stares down at the land beneath her, trying her best not to be terrified* W-What is this place?
NARRATOR: "it is your doom"
CIMORENE: *she looks around wildly* My doom?
NARRATOR: "yes girl"
NARRATOR: *you can see huge mountains now*
CIMORENE: My doom is not determined yet, false one!
NARRATOR: *laughter, palpatine style, yet more shrill*
NARRATOR: "forget him, do not trouble yourself with the cleanup"
NARRATOR: *it starts to rain*
CIMORENE: Forget who? What are you talking about? What are you planning to do?
NARRATOR: *more laughter*
NARRATOR: *thunder and lightning now*
NARRATOR: *the rain starts to hit the doorway...*
CIMORENE: *she shivers a moment at the sounds, but still yells out* What have you done with Melendar?
NARRATOR: "i don't think he knows"
NARRATOR: (acrobatics test)
CIMORENE: He knows what? What doens't he know?
CIMORENE: (8)
NARRATOR: *you fall*
NARRATOR: *you are so very high up it's like you're parachuting*
CIMORENE: (Through the door?)
NARRATOR: (picture the doorway high in the sky)
NARRATOR: (all alone)
CIMORENE: *she shrieks as she falls, screaming for Melendar and Belegar*
NARRATOR: (the rain and wind are that bad)
NARRATOR: *you hear confusion*
NARRATOR: (best i can do;-))
NARRATOR: *you wake up*
CIMORENE: (That's fine)
CIMORENE: *she wakes up drenched in sweat again, and gasping. Bard nuzzles her gently*
NARRATOR: Radagast:*the only one awake*Are you quite alright?*seems concerned*
NARRATOR: *the fire is down to embers now, but it seems he prefers that and his hunched near the warmth*
CIMORENE: *she groans and sits up, nodding groggily* Yes.... Yes, I'm all right. *she strokes Bard's worried face and closes her eyes again*
NARRATOR: Radagast:Well I am not*sadly*.
CIMORENE: what is the matter, my lord?
NARRATOR: Radagast:A debt i'll never be able to repay for things i should have done long ago.
NARRATOR: Radagast:*shoo-s you*Go back to sleep, child.
CIMORENE: *she stands a little shakily and moves closer to the fire, plopping down next to him* I don't like to sleep.... I have bad dreams...
NARRATOR: Radagast:I've noticed.*still somber*
CIMORENE: *she shivers* but I am always dreaming, even when I am awake. It is never finished.... *she glances at him* I-I will not trouble you, my lord Radagast...
CIMORENE: What is wrong with you? nothing is anymore.
CIMORENE: What?
NARRATOR: Radagast:Only if you share first and tell me what your dreams of late are.
NARRATOR: Radagast:*he looks very frail suddenly*It is the price i demand.
CIMORENE: *she sighs and closes her eyes* A great darkness chases me to a hill overlooking Middle Earth. I stop before the hill and the Darkness streams past me and towards my world. I fight against it, using more magic that I understand how to work, and I can beat it back...
CIMORENE: It speaks to me, this darkness. Mocks me. Taunts me. Uses my feelings against me. This time, there was a door, that opened up into the sky, over a dark, cloudy land. The Darkness taunted me again, and mocked my feelings for Melendar. Then I fell... out into the dark world, and into a storm... the Darkness laughed as I fell, but it was confused....
CIMORENE: Something is very, very wrong, my Lord.... something very wrong indeed.
NARRATOR: Radagast:Quite the mystery you have Cimorene.
CIMORENE: *she nods*
CIMORENE: And you?
NARRATOR: Radagast:I owe Gandalf the white my life. I owe him for his counsel not to go back to isengard one night. I hear I led to him being nearly killed by Saruman of all colors. This was not your master, this was a monster. I should have been more active during the war of the ring but could only manage to send eagles to the lords of the west at the last moment. I cannot fail middle-earth so again.
NARRATOR: Radagast:So I am trying so very hard now and until I am finished*a tear*
NARRATOR: Radagast:Whether it is a heros welcome in Valinor or a cold death*looks determined again*.
CIMORENE: Then that is why are accompanied me. You don't want to leave, do you?
CIMORENE: You don't want to leave Middle Earth
NARRATOR: Radagast:I think there is more important work in the east to benefit middle-earth.
NARRATOR: Radagast:Seeing Oromic the Red is not what i'd prefer. If what you say of him is true then he will be sheparding me away...
NARRATOR: Radagast:I have grown quite fond of this land.
CIMORENE: I do not understand how you can place such little faith in the strength of her people, then!
NARRATOR: (her people?)
CIMORENE: (Middle Earth's)
NARRATOR: (got it)
NARRATOR: Radagast:It is my understanding that the kingdom is not what it was when I had arrived in these lands. They may not have the strength to stand up to our mysterious easterlings. If indeed something is wrong. Besides I am here only to serve middle earth. I command no forces but my own and sometimes Ulrich*winks*.
NARRATOR: Radagast:I know for a fact that I am here because I am stronger than the people of the land.
NARRATOR: Radagast:That is why I came. That is why I am here.
CIMORENE: Then perhaps the people of this land no longer need a champion. *she seems to be musing to herself now* We have grown strong in the last few millenia... perhaps we no longer need wizards to survive.
NARRATOR: Radagast:*gulps his throat*If my suspicians are correct they will one last time...
CIMORENE: *she flexes her arm and winks at him* Don't worry! Cimorene the Violet will protect you, my lord!
NARRATOR: Radagast:*smiles*Then I am indeed in good hands.
NARRATOR: *ulrich wakes up*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Good morn.... Oh bother. I'm up early now.
CIMORENE: *she chuckles and nods to Ulrich* Go back to sleep.... it's only been an hour
NARRATOR: Ulrich:In due time. I need a snack. *begins going into his pack*
NARRATOR: Radagast:It's your watch then?
CIMORENE: *she laughs, then glances at Radagast* if it wouldn't be so horrible, could you watch for another few minutes? I need to take a walk and clear my head of these dreams...
NARRATOR: Radagast:Certainly, i'll catch up with Ulrich here*pats him on the shoulder*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*mumbles with food in mouth*Be careful.
CIMORENE: *she smiles and glances over at Ipal for a moment to check on him* I will, my lords. I'll be back by your second conversation
NARRATOR: *Ipal is sound asleep*
CIMORENE: *she gets up and strides into the woods, wandering between the trees and just listening to the sounds of the forest*
NARRATOR: (there is no real woods around on these plains)
CIMORENE: *Wanders along the plains, listening to the wind rush over the grass*
NARRATOR: (some rocks and boulders)
NARRATOR: (k)
NARRATOR: *it is a windy night indeed. you can feel the air tinged with the threat of rain*
NARRATOR: (without weather sense who knows when it will though*
CIMORENE: *she closes her eyes and clasps her hands in front of her, tilting her face to the sky, and prays silently* 'I don't know if you can hear me, Melendar... but please, whereever you are, be safe. Belegar, find the strength to carry on. Defeat your evils inside. Melendar.... Belegar.... ' *tears drip down her face*
NARRATOR: (observe)
CIMORENE: (14)
NARRATOR: *you hear someone supress crying in the distance*
CIMORENE: *her eyes snap open and she looks around wildly*
NARRATOR: *the she-elf gets up off her perch on the ground slowly*
NARRATOR: *not more than 30 ft away*
CIMORENE: *she blinks a few times* You!
NARRATOR: Elf:What is wrong with him?
CIMORENE: Wrong with whom?
NARRATOR: Elf:Melendar?
NARRATOR: Elf:Tell me.
CIMORENE: *she stares at the girl* (I DID say all of that silently, dear)
NARRATOR: (to yourself?)
CIMORENE: (yeah)
NARRATOR: (rewind laura and no metagaming)
CIMORENE: (She was praying silently.... but we can have her talk out loud. it's ok)
NARRATOR: (in fact i have just changed everything to do with that so good luck even meta gaming it)
CIMORENE: (actually, out loud would make more sense)
NARRATOR: (your call)
CIMORENE: (eep)
CIMORENE: (ok, rewind)
CIMORENE: *the tears course down her cheeks as she whispers, unable to stop herself* melendar....
NARRATOR: (k, you're sitting there thinking in the wind)
NARRATOR: (you honestly would say that out loud?)
CIMORENE: (yup. The way I figure this, is she's really really worried and emotionally distraut*
NARRATOR: (k...)
NARRATOR: *you have only wind to greet you*
CIMORENE: *she blinks to herself and opens her eyes. She stares at the darkening sky and suddenly remembers the Blackness in her dreams and falls to her knees* I can't.... can't let It hurt Melendar. I'll turn the forests into a wasteland before I let him die. *she doesn't even seem to understand what she is swearing*
NARRATOR: *the she-elf stands up and quickly walks up to you, with hands on hilts again*
NARRATOR: Elf:What is wrong with Melendar?
CIMORENE: *she blinks a few times up at the girl* you!
NARRATOR: Elf:Answer the question.
CIMORENE: *she stands again, ignoring the tears on her cheeks* Why should I?
NARRATOR: Elf:It may be beneficial to Melendar.*she suddenly realizes how foolish she's being*
CIMORENE: *tries to grab the girl's arm*
NARRATOR: (unarmed combat)
CIMORENE: (obxcars)
NARRATOR: (you have to be joking...)
CIMORENE: (nope)
NARRATOR: *you grab her arm quickly, quietly and strongly*
NARRATOR: *she is clearly amazed*
NARRATOR: Elf:How do you keep doing that?
CIMORENE: How do you know Melendar?
NARRATOR: Elf:I say nothing.
CIMORENE: *ignores the girl's question*
CIMORENE: *grips the arm tighter* Answer me, girl/
NARRATOR: Elf:*feral smile*You want it to end here?
CIMORENE: Do I want what to end? Do you know Melendar or not/
NARRATOR: Elf:I suggest you let me go.
CIMORENE: Not until you answer me. Is Melendar all right? *her eyes betray the feelings in her heart that even SHE won't acknowledge*
NARRATOR: Elf:I thought so, until i heard your monolouge.
CIMORENE: So you DO know him
NARRATOR: Elf:Enough!
NARRATOR: (strength check)
CIMORENE: (11)
NARRATOR: *the she-elf wrenches lose of your grip*
CIMORENE: Wait! Please, just tell me if you know him or not!
NARRATOR: Elf:Why should I?
CIMORENE: B-Because.... If you do, I need to deliver something to him
NARRATOR: Elf:what are you blathering about?
CIMORENE: Just answer me one question, without lying. If I were to give you something to give to Melendar, would you give it to him? It's life or death.
NARRATOR: Elf:If I could I would. I do not know if I would be able to before you, perhaps.
CIMORENE: Melendar doesn't seek me, lady. Nor do I seek him. If you know him, then you have since I have, and therefore know his whereabouts better than I. Please.... if you see him, would you give him something?
NARRATOR: Elf:*clearly considering duty in her mind*Yes.
CIMORENE: *she quickly takes out a small scroll and scibbles a request that Melendar come and find her as soon as he can, and explains that his life may hang in the balance. She rolls it up and feeds it through the band of a silver ring with a large violet stone on it. She hands it to the girl* Will you be watching us long?
NARRATOR: Elf:Not much longer, no.
NARRATOR: Elf:I have to report in soon.
CIMORENE: *she nods* Well... as long as you just watch us and not harm us, there's nothing I can do about you. *she stares straight into her eyes* Your word that you will deliver that should you see him.
NARRATOR: Elf:I swear.*holding your gaze*
CIMORENE: *she nods and heads back towards the camp, rubbing her eyes free of tears*
NARRATOR: Elf:*distantly*I will do what I can to help him. Someone as exquisite as he should not be harmed.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*looks up to you*Long walk Cimorene.
NARRATOR: Radagast:You had us worried.
NARRATOR: *Ipal is still sound asleep*
CIMORENE: *she smiles at Ulrich* I was all right. I was just over the hill. Go ahead and go to sleep.... I will stand watch.
NARRATOR: Radagast:I think that's a good idea. Ulrich, listen to hear she knows what she is talking about.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*smiles*You don't have to tell me twice.
CIMORENE: *she chuckles at them both and sits down by the fire, playing with a strand of her long hair and watching the flames*
NARRATOR: *they nod off eventually*
NARRATOR: *the embers and the wind are your company for the night*
NARRATOR: *morning comes and is still as cloudy and windy*
NARRATOR: *Ipal wakes up*
CIMORENE: *she watches the flames the entire time, her mind half wandering. She seems to be stroking the strand of hair like a security blanket, her eyes troubled*
NARRATOR: Ipal:Are you alright Lady Cimorene?
NARRATOR: Ipal:You look quite troubled.
CIMORENE: *she jumps and looks at Ipal with a smile* Yes... Yes, I'm fine. Just pondering something.
NARRATOR: *Ipal looks concerned*
NARRATOR: *the wizards get up*
CIMORENE: *she smiles at them both* Good morning. Are we off again?
NARRATOR: Radagast:I would hope so.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Are you alright Cimorene?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:You look like you've been crying.
CIMORENE: *she stands and nods at Ulrich* I'm all right... just having nightmares again. Don't worry.... I'm all right
NARRATOR: *radagast knows better but keeps it to himself*
NARRATOR: *ulrich nods affirmatively to you*
NARRATOR: *Ipal tends to his horse*
CIMORENE: *she grins and mounts up onto Bard* I think we should hurry, gentlemen. Time grows shorter, and it is not our ally.
NARRATOR: *you ride on. Five days later you arrive at the shore of a body of water*
NARRATOR: *so big and wide you cannot see the end*
NARRATOR: *you have been traveling slightly southeast*
NARRATOR: *the weather and landscape have not improved. Though there are some patches of some trees in thickets*
CIMORENE: The Rhun Sea....
NARRATOR: Radagast:This is it alright. We are fortunate not to have met a wild band of locals.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Quite a shame. Wasn't one of your old companions a mariner?
CIMORENE: *She steps forward and stares at the sand* I am a Mariner.....
NARRATOR: Ipal:*chuckles*Then get us across.
NARRATOR: Radagast:I do not know what is beyond this...
CIMORENE: *she chuckles as well* I USED to be a Mariner. I was raised in the Grey Havens, but I cannot build my own ship.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I suppose we'll have to find that out.
NARRATOR: *ipal sighs*
NARRATOR: *ulrich shrugs defeatedly*
NARRATOR: *radagast starts to chant*
CIMORENE: *she smirks a little, figuring that he would have a plan, and folds her arms across her chest*
NARRATOR: *radagast casts his spell and seems to be looking in a very non-mortal way*
NARRATOR: Radagast:*speaking distantly*There are mountains to the south and a small port.
NARRATOR: *radagast then breaths out and comes back to you all*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Perhaps transportation can be found for us three there?
NARRATOR: Ipal:I'd wager that.
CIMORENE: *she reaches out and touches Radagast's arm* Are you all right?
NARRATOR: Ipal:What now Cimorene?
NARRATOR: Radagast:I am fine. *regains composure*I may have been overstraining myself recently. It matters not, my next task is too simple to complete.
CIMORENE: Are you sure?
NARRATOR: Radagast:No. But I suppose I should see if this Oromic the Red has something useful to say. If not I shall be VERY displeased
CIMORENE: *she chuckles* Be wary of him, my lord. Oromic is very forbidable
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I would like you to go on master but I told him I would send you to him.
NARRATOR: Radagast:How do you mean Cimorene?
NARRATOR: Radagast:How much validity to him calling himself our lord?
CIMORENE: *she shrugs a little* he just seems to be hiding his power. And he doesn't call himself your lord, he calls inself your deliverer
NARRATOR: *radagast thinks hard again*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I do not know what to be done.
NARRATOR: Ipal:We head south to the port is what should be done Ulrich.
CIMORENE: I agree. If we cannot sail, then we ride again. Radagast.... I think that this is where we part ways
NARRATOR: Radagast:I agree. I has been a pleasant trip. I thank you all for that.
NARRATOR: *ulrich bows to his master*
NARRATOR: Ipal:You are welcome
CIMORENE: *she smiles and holds out her hand to Radagast* If you see a young elf named Belegar, send him my love, my lord.
NARRATOR: Radagast:I shall*he turns on his horse and swiftly starts to ride off*FAREWELL!*he yells*
CIMORENE: *she waves as she watches him ride away, then smiles* Until our next meeting...
NARRATOR: *ulrich looks robbed of strength*
NARRATOR: (oh man...)
CIMORENE: *she touches his shoulder* Are you sure you don't want to do with him, Ulrich?
CIMORENE: (What?)
NARRATOR: Ipal:I do hope we meet him again. I felt so much safer with him around.
NARRATOR: (until our next meeting, lol)
CIMORENE: (LOL)
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I am sure I do want to go with him, but slightly more-so that I should stay with you two incase I am needed.
CIMORENE: *she smiles as she spurs Bard towards the SOuth* As long as you're not sick of me yet!
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Give it time*jokingly*.
NARRATOR: *ipal follows too*
CIMORENE: *rides south*
NARRATOR: *3 days of this bleak threatening weather later and you see the port at the foot of a great mountain*
NARRATOR: *it is early afternoon, hard enough to tel under the circumsatnces*
CIMORENE: *she grins broadly* We get to sleep in real beds tonight!!
NARRATOR: *Ipal gives out a "whoot!"*
NARRATOR: *it is a fairly busy small shanty town*
NARRATOR: *there cannot be much more than 20 buildings total*
NARRATOR: *which would include reisdences*
CIMORENE: *she groans under her breath and asks the first person she sees about an inn*
NARRATOR: man:oheoai hgargo ne iiedgfeh?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Uh oh...
CIMORENE: *blinks quite a few times and stares at the man*
NARRATOR: Ipal:Lady, do we know what he is saying?
NARRATOR: Man:nirgeig dn ine goirmg nweei igiw?
CIMORENE: *she tries Elven, repeating her question*
NARRATOR: *blank stare in return*
NARRATOR: *ulrich starts chanting*
CIMORENE: Oh dear..... Ulrich? Any idea?
NARRATOR: Ipal:What now?
NARRATOR: *ulrich finishes chanting and converses with the man*
CIMORENE: *she pokes Ulrich in the arm* What spell was that>
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*to you*Quickly I know where the inn is, the spell will not last much longer. *takes you by the arm and leads on*
CIMORENE: *is dragged along, leading her horse and hoping Ipal follows*
NARRATOR: *it sounds like ipal follows*
NARRATOR: *ulrich lets you go in front of a fairly large wooden shack and rushes in*
NARRATOR: *moments later he comes out*
CIMORENE: *stands there looking puzzled*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:We are allowed to stay the night if we go to his chicken-coop to collect eggs for the day. Our money is not very good to him, i'm afraid.
NARRATOR: *Ipal looks like he'll be sick*
CIMORENE: *she blinks quite a few times at him* Gather eggs?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Those are his conditions.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:An answer now before my spell wears off.
CIMORENE: *she groans and covers her face with her hands* Sure....
NARRATOR: *ulrich rushes back in and comes out moments later*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*huffing*It is done.
CIMORENE: *glances at Ipal* This is going to be a looooong trip. Ulrich, you MUST teach me that spell
NARRATOR: Ulrich:There is not time today. We have to get to the coop.
NARRATOR: *Ipal wearily follows*
CIMORENE: What language were you speaking? *walks Bard towards the rear of the shack*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I do not know.
CIMORENE: Really?
NARRATOR: Ipal:easterling babble sounds like to me.
CIMORENE: Hmmmm...... *glances at the chicken coop* Well..... doesn't look like much to do here, eh?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*winks*They did not tell me what they call their language nor did i ask. It is foreign to me and that is all i know.
NARRATOR: *chickens start to make noise*
NARRATOR: *ipal grimaces*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Indeed a long day...
NARRATOR: *after a good afternoon of egg-gathering it's off to the inn*
CIMORENE: *she giggles* Allow me, gentlemen... I used to gather eggs back home. YOu two just sit and relax
NARRATOR: *they do while you gather...*
NARRATOR: (to the inn?)
CIMORENE: (yup)
NARRATOR: *you 3 enter the inn...*
NARRATOR: *there is giberish everywhere!*
NARRATOR: Ipal:I am for going to the room, Ulrich please show me where.
NARRATOR: *ulrich goes off with him*
CIMORENE: *she winces at the sounds of language and shudders, glancing at Ulrich* Now what?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*to you*I will be back soon.
CIMORENE: *stands there, holding the basket of eggs and trying not to look nervous*
NARRATOR: *the inn-keeper walks up to you*
NARRATOR: keeper:eonwwawoi einfewi iene eiei id ieieiw.
CIMORENE: *she smiles politely and shakes her head, pointing to her ear*
NARRATOR: keeper:*understandingly nods and leads you to a door*owheifnaf ainaf aian aii;b ingal.
CIMORENE: *she follows slowly, still holding the basket of eggs*
NARRATOR: *he points to the door*
CIMORENE: *she blinks at him and points to herself* Me?
NARRATOR: keeper:*scratching his head now*oaieanog dinagnag ndnsn nne.
CIMORENE: *points to herself then to the door*
NARRATOR: keeper:oiagon aibkmgkr iie?
NARRATOR: keeper:*confidently*owenaogn iani aignaignia idniew ewi.
NARRATOR: *reaches for the basket*
CIMORENE: *she smiles and hands him the basket, then opens the door slowly*
NARRATOR: *he walks in and closes it*
CIMORENE: (She still outside?)
NARRATOR: (yeah he closed it before you could get in)
CIMORENE: *she stares at the door, then hmphs and turns around, looking around the room* Well then...
NARRATOR: *a man with a bottle of lotion walks up in your face*
NARRATOR: lotion:oanigaong aogiaoiga iaooaign oianin oaia oaioaoag?
CIMORENE: *she blinks at him, then smiles and shakes her head*
CIMORENE: (.....)
NARRATOR: lotion:owagnig iinia?*he looks sad*
CIMORENE: *she points to her ear and shakes her head again, still smiling*
NARRATOR: *he walks away dejected*
CIMORENE: *she winces*
NARRATOR: *he walks off to his friends and they seem to console him*
NARRATOR: *ulrich comes into the room*
NARRATOR: *he walks up to you*
CIMORENE: *she hurries over to him and gratefully takes his arm* You have to teach me that spell tonight, Ulrich...
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Are you okay?
CIMORENE: *she nods, then glances over at the men* I have to know what these people are saying.....
NARRATOR: Ulrich:have you suspicians?
CIMORENE: I have no idea what to think, but being alone with a man who doesn't speak your language can be a very dangerous thing.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:You're right. I have no energy for it tonight, however.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Do we know if anyone speaks anything we know?
CIMORENE: *she shakes her head, then shrugs and calls out in Elven* Anyone hear speak Elven?
NARRATOR: "who wants to know?"
CIMORENE: *she blinks, then looks around for the source of the voice* A weary and confused travellor
NARRATOR: *ulrich looks around, trying to figure out who it is*
NARRATOR: "aren't we all now"
NARRATOR: "you look, how shall i say.... magical"
CIMORENE: Show yourself and maybe we can talk.....
NARRATOR: "you will not harm me?"
CIMORENE: Of course not! *she sounds indignant*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*whispers to you*do not be hasty cimorene*pats you on the shoulder*.
NARRATOR: *a man comes out of the crowd to you*
CIMORENE: *whispers back* Who's being hasty? I'm not gonna hurt him
NARRATOR: *he is tall and somewhat fair. he is in furs and carrying a large bastard sword he-man-style. He is dark haired*
NARRATOR: Man:Hello travellers from the west.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Hello.
CIMORENE: *she smiles at him* Greetings, man of the east. I was so afraid that no one could understand us here.
NARRATOR: Man:Most cannot. Some would rather not.
NARRATOR: Man:come now, let us talk in better accomidations. *points to a table he came from*
NARRATOR: *ulrich follows*
CIMORENE: *she glances at Ulrich, then follows as well, placing herself beside the wizard* Who are you?
NARRATOR: *he stops*
NARRATOR: Man:Ah yes, introductions first! I am Igiwi of Galtaire.
NARRATOR: *he salutes you two in a strange way*
CIMORENE: Cimorene of the Grey Havens. *she holds out her hand to him*
NARRATOR: *he takes it*
NARRATOR: *he smells it*
NARRATOR: *he then kisses it*
NARRATOR: *then gives it back*
CIMORENE: *she blinks a few times* Good thing I washed my hands today.....
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I am Ulrich of the misty mountains.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Welcome to you both. Now won't you sit?
CIMORENE: *she sits almost immiedietely and asks him* You speak this language, yes?
NARRATOR: *ulrich takes a seat*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*laughs*Does it not appear so?
CIMORENE: *she leans forward, nodding at the men who approached her earlier* What did those men say to me before?
NARRATOR: *the room is full of smoke and raised, gibberish speaking voices*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I do not know. You see, you were facing me and his back was to me. I could not read his lips and it is far to loud to hear him myself.
CIMORENE: Hmm.... is there a strange custom involving lotion around here?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Do we know if their intentions are...pure?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I believe I know and you both know what custom he was interested in.
CIMORENE: *she shrudders hard and turns around to glare at the men*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:You see miss Cimorene you are quite fair. More so than many women in these parts.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:In Galtaire perhaps we can rival you but not here.*points around the room*These are a low breed of mankind.
NARRATOR: *the men lock your gaze and one wipes his mouth*
CIMORENE: *she gags and turns back around* I don't like this place, Ulrich...
NARRATOR: Ulrich:All can be saved Igiwi. It just matters if they want it or not.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*whispers to you*This is your task cimorene. We sleep in the same room, we will be fine.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Perhaps, but then I would say these do not want your salvation. I think few do in these parts.
CIMORENE: *she whispers back* All of us in one room?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Could you do better for us?*he sounds somewhat hurt*
CIMORENE: (huh?)
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Is something wrong*looks to you both*.
NARRATOR: (he had to bargain for one room with no currency laura and he had to do it fast)
CIMORENE: (Understood)
NARRATOR: (you are up)
CIMORENE: *she smiles at Ulrich and shakes her head, squeezing his arm* No, Igiwi, we're fine. Do you know any legends concerning wizards? it's a hobby of mine, collecting stories everywhere we go.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I do as a matter of fact, I take you both for them as a point by the way.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I will tell you that we have a great man in Galtaire who I beleive fits that bill.
CIMORENE: really?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Would you tell us more?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*slightly suspicious*Yes, he is called blue-shepard and he is the counselor of the town. *laughs*We've tried so many times for him to take leardship but he never will.
NARRATOR: *ulrich looks confidently to you*
CIMORENE: *she smiles at Ulrich, then nods at Igiwi* Indeed? Tell me more....
NARRATOR: Igiwi:What more? He is wise beyond even the appearance of his years and wears a sea-blue cloak all around with him. He carries a staff as well and I think it may have to do with him somehow but I cannot reckon how...
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Sounds like a wizard,yes.
CIMORENE: *she chuckles* Indeed.... and where is this city again
NARRATOR: Igiwi:You do not know how much of a chance I take saying this out loud*leans in closer*. Are you two wizards?
CIMORENE: *she glancs at Ulrich out of the corner of her eye*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:First I must know if i'm right about you two.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*perplexed*A moment. *turns to you really REALLY close and speaks high elvish*What now?
CIMORENE: *she whispers back* I'm not sure.... this worries me. How about we let him dangle a bit?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:It is your task.
NARRATOR: *Igiwi is sitting patiently*
CIMORENE: *she smiles at Igiwi* We will tell you tomorrow, my good man. Right now we've had a vry trying journey. Will you still be here tomorrow?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I will be now. Shall we continue in the morning?
NARRATOR: *ulrich looks to you*
CIMORENE: *she nods, standing* Indeed. We will mull over this until the morning.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*stands as well*Well until the morning. He does a gondorian salute and walks off into the crowd.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Well then, shall we go?
CIMORENE: *she gasps a moment, staring after him. She nods finally and heads for the stairs* Where is our room?
NARRATOR: *ulrich leads you*
NARRATOR: *you enter the room*
NARRATOR: *it is a room with 2 beds, 1 with ipal asleep, it looks sturdy enoough and has 1 window opposite the door that looks out to the street*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:How shall we watch then?
CIMORENE: *she smiles at Ulrich* How are you feeling?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Why do you ask?
CIMORENE: Just wondering if you wanted to just let me watch the whole time
NARRATOR: no i'll stay up with you for my part later on.
NARRATOR: (oops)
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I do not fully trust the men in these parts with you. I do not completely trut their intentions. My master did warn us.
CIMORENE: *she nods* True... but it's all right. You'll be in the same room with me, and I don't want to sleep right now. Go ahead and rest, my lord
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Wake me at the slightest need Cimorene*he looks deathly serious*
CIMORENE: I promise. Now go to sleep, you worry wart!
NARRATOR: *he smiles and does just that*
NARRATOR: (what's your plan?)
CIMORENE: (*grins* I dunno yet.... I was honestly thinking I better go make sure that Bard is ok)
NARRATOR: (k)
NARRATOR: (just do it ingame)
CIMORENE: *she paces for maybe fifteen minutes, then realizes that she left Bard just standing outside. She glances at Ulrich for a moment, then slips out the door silently and hurries back downstairs*
NARRATOR: *the mood has hardly lightened since you left*
NARRATOR: *it seems like a never-ending fog of gibberish in loud voices*
CIMORENE: *she heads directly to the backdoor and out into the yard, looking for Bard and the other horses*
NARRATOR: *no horses to be seen*
CIMORENE: *she whistles loudly for Bard*
NARRATOR: (observe Test)
CIMORENE: (18)
NARRATOR: *you very faintly hear a framiliar neigh from what sounds like behind a wall*
NARRATOR: *bard seems weirded out*
CIMORENE: *she hurries over to the wall and studies it*
NARRATOR: *it's wooden*
CIMORENE: *she looks for a door or opening or something, calling softly to Bard in elven* It's all right, friend.... calm down...
NARRATOR: *bard seems to calm*
NARRATOR: *you find a shotting door leading in*
NARRATOR: (i meant shotty)
CIMORENE: *she pushes the door open quickly and steps inside carefully, ready for anything*
NARRATOR: *it's dark out and there is no light in the room, just shadows from the openings in the poor construction. looks like this wouldn't repel rain well...*
NARRATOR: *you hear a couple of horses*
NARRATOR: *bard neighs you closer*
NARRATOR: *he is in the middle area of the room*
CIMORENE: Hmmm..... it seems to be a stable... *she hurries over to Bard and strokes his nose, speaking softly to him* Is this a stable, old friend?
NARRATOR: if it is it is a poor one
NARRATOR: *you cannot find hay*
CIMORENE: *she chuckles* This town is poor, friend... don't worry, we're leaving soon. Will you be all right for one night here?
NARRATOR: *the ground even is not wooden, it is dirt*
NARRATOR: i think so
CIMORENE: *she reaches into her saddlebag and pulls out several biskets* Are the others all right?
NARRATOR: anything is good
NARRATOR: *bard seems very pleased with it though*
NARRATOR: they seem unhappy
CIMORENE: I am too. I don't like this place. It seems dangerous. If anyone comes near you, I want you to yell as loud as you can, all right? Promise?
NARRATOR: i do and i shall
CIMORENE: *she offers some biscuits to the other two horses, smiling at them*
NARRATOR: *they eagerly take them*
CIMORENE: *she hugs Bard carefully* I'd better take all of our things before someone tries to steal them.... *she begins to gather all the belongings*
NARRATOR: *the wizard has none on aduin*
NARRATOR: *ipals has little for you to gather*
CIMORENE: *gathers her bag and weapons from Bard and strokes his nose again* I'm sorry for this, old friend.... are you sure you'll be all right?
NARRATOR: i could be more so, but i have faith
CIMORENE: *she nods and hurries out of the shack, bundling all the objects beneath her cloak and moving back towards the Inn*
NARRATOR: *you hear distant giberish*
NARRATOR: (okay then)
NARRATOR: (d6 roll)
CIMORENE: *she takes a deep breath and moves towards the inside, only to be distracted by the sea. She takes a deep breath, missing the scent of the ocean*
CIMORENE: (6)
NARRATOR: *the smell does not quite match that of an ocean for some reason...*
NARRATOR: (observe check)
CIMORENE: (18)
NARRATOR: *you hear a giberish talker talking towards you*
NARRATOR: *he is a MASSIVE man*
CIMORENE: *she gasps and hurries back to the stable, hiding inside*
NARRATOR: *looks like 6'5 and muscle all the way*
NARRATOR: *carrying a big freaggin' hammer*
CIMORENE: (damn(
NARRATOR: *he speaks more gibberish and starts smelling the air and licking his lips*
NARRATOR: *he slowly finds his way towards the stable and goes for the handle*
CIMORENE: *she shrinks into the darkness and hides behind one of the horses*
NARRATOR: *as he opens the door he stares confidently into the darkness*
NARRATOR: *he starts to walk in...*
NARRATOR: *suddenly he stops moving all together*
NARRATOR: *his face twitches in pain*
CIMORENE: *peers at him from behind the horse*
NARRATOR: *he falls to his knees and then to the ground*
NARRATOR: *there is a knife in the back of his head*
NARRATOR: *and a scroll note on the ground*
CIMORENE: *she gasps and stands up, her damned sentiments not letting her ignore this. She hurries over and kneels beside the man, already feeling for a pulse*
NARRATOR: *there still is a pulse*
NARRATOR: *a fleeting one*
CIMORENE: Oh my goodness....... *she casts Healing*
CIMORENE: ((13. passed)
NARRATOR: (k...)
NARRATOR: *his pulse stays now, but there is still a knife in his brain...*
NARRATOR: *right in the middle*
CIMORENE: *she glances around, then picks up the note beside him*
NARRATOR: *perfect shot*
CIMORENE: (Yikes)
CIMORENE: *opens the scroll and reads it*
NARRATOR: it reads-to you Cimorene I wish luck. Frankly I fear more for you than Melendar right now and wish I were still watching you. As it stands I must report in and then I shall do my task. Take care of yourself, I shall not be around to protect you as one lady should to another in such a situation.
CIMORENE: *she smiles a little and glances around the outside, looking for the girl* Thank you, little one..... *she glances down at the man and decides to just leave him there, hurrying back inside with her booty*
NARRATOR: *you get inside fine*
CIMORENE: *she hurries up the stairs and back into her room, breathing hard because of how much she hurried*
NARRATOR: *thins seem about the same inside, maybe slightly fewer people speaking giberish*
NARRATOR: *you get in the room fine too*
NARRATOR: *ulrich is awake and angry*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Where were you?!*he is nursing a bruise on his face*
CIMORENE: (oooohhhh..... dear........)
CIMORENE: *she gasps, hurrying forward* Your face! What happened!
NARRATOR: *Ipal is leaning on the side-wall*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*looks intensely at you*What happened was I woke up being beaten by easterling speakers. I think they were the ones eying you earlier....
CIMORENE: *she gasps again and covers her face with her hands*
NARRATOR: Ipal:*scowls holding his chest a little*There was one too big to fit in the room that went away. I don't know what happened to him.
CIMORENE: He's dead
CIMORENE: well..... almost dead anyway
NARRATOR: *2 blanks stares*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I think we are owed an explanation*keeping anger in check*
NARRATOR: *ipal stares at you too, betrayed*
CIMORENE: Nevermind any of that..... oh, Ulrich, I'm so sorry! I went down to get our things from the horses to make sure no one stole them! *she produces the bag of goods, holding them out* I didn't think the men would attack here!
CIMORENE: (yikes....)
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*holds a fist up quickly then settles it and uses it gently to sort of explain*Cimorene I thought I told you to wake me for anything. I thought we had an understanding...
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*sighs*Now we take watches to prevent this sort of thing.
NARRATOR: *ulrich seems to be trying to educate a child*
NARRATOR: *ipal stares on*
CIMORENE: *she looks away, unable to meet his eyes* I didn't think.... I'm sorry.
NARRATOR: Ipal:*genuine*Thanks for getting my stuff, though.*grabs it from you*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Cimorene*breaths out anger*please do not let this happen again. We may not be so lucky next time. We are fortunate that they were probably looking for you. I may have had to spill their last drops of blood...
NARRATOR: Ipal:We fought them off.
CIMORENE: *she stands and walks over to the window, hugging her stomach with her arms* One followed me into the stables...
NARRATOR: Ipal:The big one?!
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Savages...Are you harmed?
CIMORENE: No. He was dispatched quickly. *she stares out the window a moment longer, then turns back to them both* Forgive me. I underestimated the ruthlessness of those men. I didn't think they would try anything. *she goes down in her knees in front of them, bowing her head* Please... mete out a punishment. I could've gotten you both killed....
NARRATOR: Ulrich:You're right, you very well could hav sealed our fates.
NARRATOR: Ipal:*smiles*One kiss?
CIMORENE: *she stares over at Ipal, trying to figure out if he's joking or not*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I ask for no such favor.*looks at Ipal with a serious brow*.
NARRATOR: *ipal just stares blankly at you*
CIMORENE: *she shrugs and gets up, kissing Ipal's cheek*
NARRATOR: (lol!)
NARRATOR: *he very much seems to treaure the moment*
NARRATOR: Ipal:*grinning ear to ear*All is forgiven and he gives you a good hug.
NARRATOR: (forgot the **)
NARRATOR: *ulrich almost looks disgusted at him*
CIMORENE: *she tries very hard not to laugh and hugs him back. She then turns to Ulrich, her smile gone* My lord.....
NARRATOR: Ulrich:In the manner of my master I shall have to dwell on this. I will deal it out tommorrow.
NARRATOR: Ipal:we rest then? It is still night.
CIMORENE: *she bows her head and nods, moving to sit underneath the window*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Yes Ipal you can rest. I will be staying up*you feel his eyes on you now*. I shall finish our watching.
NARRATOR: (END)