Wilcuman la, mine hlafordas and hl�fdiges! Welcome to the Boar Hunt of Rohan! The delights of the sport have a long history in Rohan- king Floca himself was killed by one of these creatures. Today we shall be taking sign-ups for the hunt. Only the first 8 (eight) people of any race to sign in will be allowed!
*Pell stands by with pen and ink* Well then! Step right up!
Braganil Goslan
*Comes running, his spear ready and his heart leaping with joy and glee* You got my spear and my sword, brother Pellakal!
Helm Hammerhand
Since I created the thing I oughta test it out, I�m in.
Faramirr
Count me in, A-bomb!
Bilfrobag
Sign me up! Dunno what the boar hunt is, but I want in on it.
Nuraeariel
Whoohoo! I�m in!
Arteris
Arteris sprints in. "Oh, me! I got the boar in the one in Gondor, I�m experienced."
Elena Fyrsceald
Might I join, or am I too inexperienced? *hopeful shy little grin*
Helm Hammerhand
If I may speak for Pellakal, I believe that experiance doesn�t matter. Looks like there is one more spot open! *eyes it* Who will take the prized position?
Anora
No boar will escape my bow!
Fend
*bursts in panting* i shall i shall!!! Yum bacon tonight
Pellakal
You speak rightly, my friend! If you have no experience, then you will gain it by the end of the hunt. And now the last spot is taken! A drumroll, if you please, for the hunters!
Braganil
Helm
Faramirr
bilfrobag
Nuraeariel
Arteris
Elena
Anora
I�m sorry Fend, but take heart! When this is completed let us hope that another will follow shortly!
*Pellakal stumbles in the dusk to a small enclosed fence outside of Meduseld. He pauses and calls out into the night:* Hoy! Beagno�? *a figure steps out from the fence* I am here, my lord! *Pell moves closer* It�s time to let the boars out, Beagno�, the lords are ready. I think four should be enough. *Beagno� nods and opens the gate warily. Four large squat shadows trot out in to the gathering dusk. After a moment, Beagno� saddles up his horse. Pell calls out to him again* Report the whereabouts of the boars on Friday of this week, my friend! *Beagno� nods and rides out into the twilight, following the boars in a southerly direction*
The hunt will start Friday no later than 4:30 plaza time! Westu hal!
Fend, I�ll safe you a tusk!
Helm Hammerhand
My spear has been getting a little rusty, a good chance to take it off its rack. I�ll be ready with the rest of you!
Bereth
OH EXCELLENT!! You got it up and running, Pellakal! I wish all the boar-hunters the best of luck in the hunt, and a hilarious (but SAFE) time of it in the mix! *Is extremely happy to see both silly son and blood brother safely along for the ride, though it will be hard to root for any one hunter!*
Nuraeariel
DADDY! How good of you to come with your dear daughter-in-soap in this chase. I�m sure we�ll have a wonderful time doing some father-daughter bonding, hmm? *rubs her hands together in anticipation* This will be a hunt to remember!
Braganil Goslan
*Braganil groans as he sees Nura, his daughter-in-soap rubbing her hands. Then he looks at his wife Anora being also in the hunt.* My doom is sealed! (j/k!) My DIS,uhm, I mean, my child... nonono, my dear deluded Rider maid, indeed we shall do some bonding - you to the back of one of the boars! And father - I�ll bring you the second tusk of the boar I�ll help bring home *Tries to decide whether he should attend the hunt in a nice dark-brown leather skirt in the Norsemen fashion this time...thinks again* Ouch!