NARRATOR: *he's there, same place and all*
CIMORENE: Bel? I'm getting ready to leave now...
NARRATOR: Belegar:It is time then. *looks solem* Then I wish you luck and safety.
CIMORENE: *she moves forward quickly and wraps her arms arond his neck, hugging him tightly*
NARRATOR: *he returns the gesture like a good brother*
CIMORENE: *Tears in her eyes, she pulls back and hands him her perfect sapphire pendant, which she never takes off* This will bring you luck and hopefully keep the evil away from your heart
NARRATOR: Belegar:*looking very confident*I'm sure everything is going to be fine. *he takes the pendant just the same*. *smiles*
CIMORENE: *she grins* May the Valar protect you, brother... *she grins, whispering* But if they don't, kill whatever is trying to kill you.
NARRATOR: Belegar:*whispers back*That soud not be a problem sister. There are few things in this world that can stop me*triumphant grin*
CIMORENE: *she laughs and backs away* Safe journey, brother. We will meet again either in the halls of our fathers, or in this town.
NARRATOR: Belegar:Until that time. *salutes you with a tear*
CIMORENE: *runs before she can start bawling, and heads for the main library to meet with Ulrich and Oromic*
NARRATOR: *The two wizards are still in the room, hunched over scrolls reading*
CIMORENE: *she moves forward quickly and bows, smiling* I'm ready, my lords.
NARRATOR: *they look up*
NARRATOR: Oromic:Excellent.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Then we are on our way?
CIMORENE: *she nods* We have one more companion, if he will come. A warrior guard who can protect us
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*smiles*I suppose we could use some protection. You could especially if I find Radagast early.
NARRATOR: Oromic:*looks from him to you*Yes Cimorene. If Ulrich needs to, he will stay with his master and bring him to me. You will of course make what decisions must be made at the time they need to be.
NARRATOR: Oromic:If you feel you need to talk to one of our blue wizards then do so at your discretion. Most of what you do will be under your own discretion in fact.
CIMORENE: *she nods again* My Lord Oromic.... what about Melandar?
NARRATOR: Oromic:What about him?
NARRATOR: Oromic:What do I need to know?
CIMORENE: ..... I intend on finding him, my lord.
NARRATOR: Oromic:For what purpose now?
NARRATOR: *ulrich looks on*
CIMORENE: To turn him back to the side of good that he has so strayed from, my lord
NARRATOR: Oromic:Beware Cimorene, some will not change from the path they find themselves on. I hope that, if it comes to that, you will not stray to join his*raises eyebrows*.
CIMORENE: I will not join his order to save my own life. I will die first.
NARRATOR: Oromic:That is what I wanted to hear. Well then I beleive there is little more for me to say, I have remembered all the details.*smiles content with himself*.
NARRATOR: Oromic:You two can be off when you wish.
NARRATOR: *Ulrich looks to you*
CIMORENE: *she looks to Ulrich and smiles* Our horses are being readied as we speak, my lord. Shall we?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Yes, I am ready. *nods to Oromic*
NARRATOR: *Oromic returns it and goes back to his studies*
CIMORENE: *she bows deeply to Oromic* Safe journey to you, my lord.
NARRATOR: Oromic:Thank you child. Now off you go*waves with a hand clumsily and laughs*
CIMORENE: *she grins and offers her arm to Ulrich* Have you any belongings, my lord?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I have all that I need*he shakes his staff of wood lazily*I only await your readiness.
NARRATOR: *ulrich pats you on the shoulder rather than take your arm, he seems to be in his late 30's/early40's*
CIMORENE: *she grins and sweeps out of the room, leading the wizard out towards the stable, calling for Ipal*
NARRATOR: *Ipal is indeed there with your horse (forgot his name from the hobbit)*
CIMORENE: (Bard)
NARRATOR: (ah yes)
CIMORENE: *she smiles at Ipal, holding out a hand to him* May I speak with you for a moment after you get a horse ready for my lord Ulrich?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*to Ipal*Do not bother yourself I will call him. *to you* I will return in a moment.
NARRATOR: Ipal:What did you need m'lady?
NARRATOR: Ipal:Ask and I shall do my best to comply.
CIMORENE: *she nods at Ulrich, then turns to Ipal* I am leaving on a long and possibly dangerous journey, Ipal
NARRATOR: *he looks very scared and concerned for you all the sudden*
NARRATOR: Ipal:I wish there were something I could do for you...
CIMORENE: *she smiles softly to herself* Lord Ulrich will accompany me on this journey, but he is not a fighter. Do you know somewhere where I can hire a good, strong man to be our guard on this journey?
NARRATOR: Ipal:*Thinks very very hard*There is a ranger post in the confines of the city I know. You could go by them and perhaps arrange their help. I am told they are very skilled fighters and resourceful huntsmen.
CIMORENE: *nods* I fear hiring a stranger....
NARRATOR: Ipal:That is a shame*saddens*I fear for your safety as well then.
CIMORENE: *she glances at the ground, kicking at a piece of hay with her purple toe* Maybe one of the palace guards could accompany us.....
NARRATOR: (dumb like a lump of clasy eh?)
CIMORENE: (no kidding)
NARRATOR: Ipal:I'm sure that none of them could be let go from their post for you. I know I would if I could m'lady. The king himself is who we answer too.
CIMORENE: I've already asked the King, Ipal. I want you to come with us. The King has given his blessing to you to leave, if it is your will. Will you come with us, and guard us?
CIMORENE: (stupid human)
NARRATOR: Ipal:*looking gleeful*Of course I shall! I will protect you from anyone you need it from. I will do it for Gondor. I treasure like you should not be alowed to be tainted in anyway.
NARRATOR: (he smells like a human)
CIMORENE: (heeheehee)
CIMORENE: *she stifles a giggle as she nods regally* Have you no family then, to attend you?
NARRATOR: Ipal:*confuzzled*Attend me?
CIMORENE: to... to..... Have you no family and friends to say farewell to?
NARRATOR: Ipal:*sudden realization*Oh yes, now I understand you. I have a lady I was seeing but other than that I will have to have word sent to my parents in Dol Amroth about what I will be doing. I will no longer be attending dinner there.
NARRATOR: *he turns away and quickly scampers off*
CIMORENE: *she calls after him, running a few steps* Ipal!! You cannot just up and leave a good lady of quality!
NARRATOR: *keeps going*
CIMORENE: *she groans and covers her face with her hands* What have I done?
NARRATOR: Ipal:*in the distance*I do this for Gondor. There is adventure ahead of us and perpahs I can tell her the tale...
CIMORENE: *hearing his words she smiles again, then heads back to her horse, scratching his nose playfully* Well, old friend, looks like we're off again
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*suddenly behind you*Indeed? What is it that you've done?
NARRATOR: *ulrich is with a horse with no pack and no saddle*
CIMORENE: *she jumps a little, before turning back to her lord Ulrich and smiling sheepishly* I seem to have entranced the young man with my charms.....
NARRATOR: *he is dressed in his dark green robes*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Bewitched him with your beauty eh? *smiles*
CIMORENE: *she blushes as red as a rose*
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Well I suppose that will put his motivations up if the time comes for it. Where is that little rascal? *looks around*
CIMORENE: He's getting ready to leave. Let me just make sure bard is packed well and then we can start. *she smiles at his horse, holding out her hand* Hello, pretty one...
NARRATOR: Ulrich:*moments later looking in the distance*Never mind he his shuffling down the city as I speak. He certainly seems cheerful. The optimism for this assignment is getting better all the time.
NARRATOR: *his horse licks your hand gentily*
CIMORENE: *she smiles at the horse, petting his nose* What is his name?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I call him Anduin. He has a great like for the great river.
CIMORENE: *she smiles* Hello, Anduin. I hope we can be friends. *she moves to check her packs, stalling for Ipal to come back*
NARRATOR: *Anduin is a beautiful brown horse*
NARRATOR: *in the way you can, you feel his like of you*
NARRATOR: *you here the clanking of heavy gondorian plate mail*
CIMORENE: (*groans* Dear gods, what have I done?)
NARRATOR: (hehe, we'll see if it was good or bad later)
NARRATOR: Ipal:M'lady*bows* I am ready when you are. *walks over to a horse*
NARRATOR: *ulrich seems ready as well*
CIMORENE: *she smiles at the two men and then leaps onto Bard's back, causing him to rear as she spurs him out of the stable and gallops out of town* (Ride check, or just dramatic flare?)
NARRATOR: (ride check, just don't roll low)
CIMORENE: (14)
NARRATOR: (no prob)
NARRATOR: *the two men follow you off out of the city*
NARRATOR: http://members.tripod.com/john.ohara/images/Maps/MIDDLEEARTHORIGINAL.GIF
CIMORENE: (wonderful. I hand the game over to you)
NARRATOR: (map of middle earth for you)
CIMORENE: (Where are we again?)
NARRATOR: *Ulrich mentions he needs to stop by mirkwood forest to find where he believes his master is)
NARRATOR: minat tirith
NARRATOR: (minas tirith)
NARRATOR: (it's right across from mordor)
CIMORENE: *she smiles happily at this announcement* We can stay with my friend the King of Elves, if you so like.
CIMORENE: (I know where Minis Tirith is)
NARRATOR: (k, well that's where you're coming from)
NARRATOR: *ulrich seems happy with this possibility*
CIMORENE: We ride north, gentlemen!
CIMORENE: (Are we doing that awesome rolling to see if something happens each day of the jourey?)
NARRATOR: (well i forgot my dice...)
NARRATOR: (so no not really!)
CIMORENE: (ack!)
CIMORENE: (Then the game is yours to lead now, old friend)
NARRATOR: (i'll just... guess. I guess no-ones coming)
CIMORENE: (I'm gonna be 20 next week!)
CIMORENE: (Blinkin.... get down from there..... twit)
NARRATOR: (wahoo! the celebration is almost in october for me)
NARRATOR: (but happy unbirthday just the same)
CIMORENE: (wonderful. Game on again?)
NARRATOR: (sure, btw which way do you approach the forest? what's the groups course. it determines what happens is all)
CIMORENE: (Approach from the south, being that we are directly south of it)
NARRATOR: (there's sort of rivers in the way)
CIMORENE: (Can't we find a crossing?)
NARRATOR: (hmmm)
NARRATOR: (you got a d20 around?)
CIMORENE: (looks around wildly* No.... just d6s)
NARRATOR: (roll me 4d6)
CIMORENE: (12)
NARRATOR: (you find a crossing over the entwash)
NARRATOR: (do it one more time for the great river)
CIMORENE: (woohoo!)
CIMORENE: (15)
NARRATOR: (ya i'll give it to you again then)
CIMORENE: (wohoo!)
NARRATOR: (takes about 2 weeks. keep track somewhere eh?)
CIMORENE: (Its in the transcript)
NARRATOR: (lol, oh ya)
CIMORENE: (yp yup yup_
NARRATOR: *the group reaches the very southern edge of mirkwood(though it should be called greenwood at this time)*
NARRATOR: *you're all in front of a mass of trees that seem almost unavigatible*
CIMORENE: *she leans back and takes a deep breath, smiling happily* I miss these woods....
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Well then, did you wish to accompany me?
NARRATOR: *Ipal looks on in wonder like a tourist*
CIMORENE: Hmmmm..... where does Lord Radagast reside in the forest?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:If he has not moved it should be miles inside the canopy from this area. He like to be able to be mobile, yet conciled. He feared no beast in the forest in any event except Nazgul.
CIMORENE: Which would you prefer? Ipal and I can head towards the Elven King's dwelling, where we can restock on supplies, or we can accompany you, my lord.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:I believe this is where "your discretion" begins to come into play.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:But if you want a personal opinion out of me I would not mind the company.
NARRATOR: *Ipal seems indifferent*
CIMORENE: *she smiles* And I would not mind meeting your master. Very well, I shall come with you..... Ipal?
NARRATOR: Ipal:I go with you M'lady.
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Onward then?
CIMORENE: *she nods, urging Bard carefully into the dark woods*
NARRATOR: *Ulrich leads you on, twisting and turning confidently through the woods for a full day*
NARRATOR: (make a 4d6 roll please)
CIMORENE: (14)
NARRATOR: *things go just fine*
NARRATOR: *time to make camp*
NARRATOR: Ipal:Who does which watch?
NARRATOR: Ulrich:Do not trouble yourselves. If something goes amiss I will be notified in time. We may all sleep.
CIMORENE: *she laughs as Bard stubbornly refuses to move anymore. She slides off his back, glancing at Ipal* If you two would watch the first two hours, I can watch the rest of the night
NARRATOR: Ulrich:If you wish it that way I will do it.
CIMORENE: I would feel better that way
NARRATOR: Ipal:Absolutely M'lady. I only wish I could stay up all night with you. *he looks completely honest*
CIMORENE: *she grins at Ipal, having grown rather fond of this man over the days*
NARRATOR: (aww)
NARRATOR: *the watch begins with them*
NARRATOR: (give me a 2d6 roll)
CIMORENE: (11)
NARRATOR: (ah ha!)
NARRATOR: (something happens!)
NARRATOR: (END)