Mithril Knights Warrior's Guild: Knights in Training Tales

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Postby Elbren » Wed May 23, 2001 6:25 pm

NOTICE March 14, 2003: Membership for the Mithril Knights Warrior's Guild is now closed for (at least) the duration of the current Knight in Training tales. Please visit our website for updates.<BR><BR><BR>This thread is for the Mithril Knights Warrior's Guild to use as a storyline folder for the RPG involving the tales of how folks get to BE Mithril Knights. In other words, Guild members and aspiring Guild members will post how it all "happens" here; and when the Knight-in-Training is ready for Initiation, they will move the tale to that thread and the Guild Master will begin the Initiation process.<BR><BR>Basically, what we're hoping to find here are tales that are akin to the Arthurian quest tales and the Mabinogion quests, involving the Knight Mentor and his Companion. So, you'll see more than one tale going on here, some may entertwine and join for awhile, while others travel only in a single pair seeking adventure.<BR><BR>Either way, let's have fun!
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Postby Samwise-JR » Wed May 23, 2001 7:24 pm

Ok, i kinda know what you want to do !! But since i'm still a squire, i'll wait for my sponsour knight (Barad-dur), for he may want to train me a certain way. I await his appearance...
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Postby Samwise-JR » Sun May 27, 2001 11:48 am

Just keeping it at the top!
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Postby Idril » Wed May 30, 2001 4:34 pm

<b>Elbren ...</b> I would be happy to squire ILvEowyn ... please see the "To Elbren" thread.
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Postby Elbren » Thu May 31, 2001 8:20 am

Great! Thanks Idril!!<BR><BR>
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Postby Elbren » Thu May 31, 2001 8:29 am

(I am sponsoring Erinhue, Warrior Bard, and so begin the tale of our adventures together...this takes place after the Elbren's Challenge thread, which was FA 7)<BR><BR>Elbren dismounted Erelas, let the reins drape across the rail of the tavern, and walked up the few creaky steps to the tavern door. He could not read the name of the tavern, for the paint was faded and the wood creased and beaten by the rain and winds, but the message had been clear and the directions unquestionable: Erinhue said to meet him here, and here he was.<BR><BR>Stepping through the doorway, the darkness of the main room was nearly complete, even though it was midday and the sun was shining brightly. Elbren entered slowly as a few heads turned to observe him, none of them friendly it seemed, and then he searched for the familiar face of Erinhue. He didn't see him anywhere, which was a bit troubling, but then the tavern keeper came up and invited Elbren to take a table.<BR><BR>"Welcome! Welcome! We haven't seen an Elven Lord in this place in a VERY long time! Welcome indeed! What can I get you? Can we tend to your horse? What a magnificent mount!! I saw you ride up! He's a horse from Rohan, yes?"<BR><BR>Elbren sat down quietly, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for the welcome. I am looking for a friend, Erinue, do you know him?"<BR><BR>"Erinhue? Why, of course, everyone in Dol Amroth knows Erinhue the Warrior Bard!! You're to meet him you say? I haven't seen him in some time...perhaps he is delayed? Lots of trouble up in Gondor lately, some sort of Dark Lord business, or so the story goes."<BR><BR>"Yes," Elbren said, nodding, "I know the story well of the troubles in Gondor, but all is well now, I assure you. Please bring me some food and ale while I wait, and my horse will not need tending, not just yet. I will await my friend."<BR><BR>
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Postby erinhue » Thu May 31, 2001 6:08 pm

The congenial atmosphere put Elbren at ease as he listened to the <BR>idle talk of merchants and weary workman. The Gondorian <BR>counrtyside was settled comfortably into the day to day peace of normalcy and Elbren raised his glass in small salute to those who fell to make it so.<BR><BR>Elbren sensed a heightening change of mood in the room a moment <BR>before a rich baritone sang out, "Hail and Hiya to The Swan and <BR>Crown, bright blesings to you all." Almost every voice responded in <BR>singular greeting.<BR><BR> "Erinhue!"<BR><BR>The bard smacked backs and clasped hands all around as he made <BR>his way into the tavern. He had grown up in Dol Amorth. It was more <BR>his home than Minas Tirith and everybody knew him. Erinhue spotted <BR>Elbren waiting in the back and flashed him a grin of helpless apology.<BR><BR>"You owe me money,'Hue" a good natured creditor shouted.<BR>"Then, Bill, you'll never go broke." Erinhue laughed back.<BR>"I shouldn't even let you in here after what Aarak did to The Silver <BR>Grail" This half jesting comment came from the proprieter.<BR><BR>"And all their customer's came in here when they heard me and <BR>Agarak sing so it is you who owe me." Erinhjue said to the man. "I tell <BR>you what, ya show that self same thanks to Bill here and we'll all call <BR>everything even."<BR><BR>" I am sorry about that, Lord Elbren," Erinhue apologized when he <BR>finally reached the table, "but if I chat them up a bit when I first come <BR>in they'll leave me alone for longer. That sort of thing is great for a <BR>bard's business, but I wanted to talk to you about something <BR>important.<BR><BR>I am a bard by trade and the life suits my nature well. I also have <BR>earned a reputation as a warrior, you know, this from that old <BR>campaign, but that is not enough. I need your help to become a <BR>warrior."<BR><BR>The elf lord looked confused. "Indeed I have seen you on the <BR>battlefield, bard. You rescued those people from the bowels of Minas <BR>Morgul." Elbren allowed himself a small dry laugh."You need no help <BR>from me."<BR><BR>Erinhue sighed and accepted the mug of ale that a girl brought <BR>automatically to the table. "You would think that would be enough, but <BR>it isn't" The bard took a deep gulp of the pale but potent ale and <BR>continued.<BR><BR>"The man who calls me son is not impressed. He wanted me to join <BR>the Swan Knights. His son, my brother, well foster brother really, you <BR>know Beliran, is their captain and he always saw us riding together. <BR>That suits 'Ran just fine, but for one thing I could never stay in one <BR>place long and the life is too predictable. Eliran, the man who calls <BR>me son, doesn't see it that way.<BR><BR>The problem is that he has not been well and he has been old for <BR>quite a while. He says he wasted time training me because I am only <BR>a bard who can use a blade. That's because I was apprenticed as a <BR>bard, and even though he taught me to ride and use that blade just <BR>as he did 'Ran, he will never give me credit unless it is somehow <BR>legitamized that I am also a warrior. The way I see it, if I join the <BR>Guild and become a Mithril Knight a legitimate, title holding warrior <BR>then it might make him proud. I want to make the old man happy. <BR>Will you help me?"<BR><BR>Erihnue's voice had grown steadily quieter as he spoke. When he <BR>stopped he raised the mug to his lips and took a long slow swallow <BR>and wondered what Elbren would make of his odd request.
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Postby Elbren » Thu May 31, 2001 8:09 pm

Elbren considered Erinhue's words as he folded his hands on the table before him.<BR><BR>"I understand your words," Elbren said carefully, "and I think that I understand your need. But know this, mellon, the Mithril Knights are more than just...a group of warriors who know how to properly wield a blade." Elbren's eyes closed for a moment, "They are much more than that...much more. Our origins are from the very distant past and our tale is woven into the joy and despairs of Middle Earth."<BR><BR>Elbren's eyes opened and he flashed a rare smile, "But I sense that your desire is sincere. We will rest here tonight, enjoy this fine place, for so rarely do I get to visit a room of such merriment, and then on the morrow, we will make for...our destination."<BR><BR>Erinhue nodded, sipping his ale again. There seemed to be something lingering and unsaid.<BR><BR>"Indeed, there is," Elbren replied quietly to Erinhue's unspoken question, "and this is what you will discover upon the road that we will take and even greater discoveries once we reach it. Or, so is my hope. So, let us enjoy tonight, shall we? I am very honoured that you are seeking the Guild and am even more so honoured that I will be the one to present you to the Guild when the time comes."<BR><BR>"Can you tell me anything about where we're going?" Erinhue asked.<BR><BR>"Yes, that I can," Elbren answered, "there is a Guild House North of here, near the sea, so we will make for it. Upon the way, tasks will be placed before us...moreso you than me. I will observe and make sure that nothing...nasty happens," another grin flashed, "and then when we reach the Guild House, I will make a report of what happened."<BR><BR>"Nasty, eh?"<BR><BR>"Aye," Elbren laughed.<BR><BR>
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Postby Vercelestarrioler » Fri Jun 01, 2001 1:51 pm

So the idea of sponsoring is to reply and continue the story your partner has given to you? And are the stories all madeup by us?<BR><BR>Still can't get this.
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Postby erinhue » Fri Jun 01, 2001 2:24 pm

that's how I see it but I am also confused.
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Postby Elbren » Fri Jun 01, 2001 4:43 pm

(OOC Boy, are you guys making this harder than it needs to be!! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> Yes! We are simply storylining your entry into the Guild. Have a few adventures with your Knight sponsor and then he or she will tell you when to begin posting in the Initiation thread and over there you'll then storyline, as we all did, the tale of your Initiation. Have you read the Initiation thread? It would be a good way to see what we're doing with the Guild...basically, we storyline our membership and what we do as Guild members...)
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Postby Samwise-JR » Sat Jun 02, 2001 11:36 am

Tired and dirty Samwise trotted up on his horse. He looked at the small peice of parchment that his friend Barad-dur had given him, and sure enough he was at the right tavern. Dismounting his horse he walked it over to the man in charge of the stable.<BR><BR>" Take good care of that horse, i just got him!" And with a wink he fliped a coin into the stable boys hand.<BR><BR>Pushing the huge oak door aside Sam stepped into the tavern, immediatly he was over whelmed with the smell of smoke and lust for a nice mug of ale. Siting down at the bar sipping his beer Sam enjoyed the surroundings. He saw many people, all of which he didn't know, but he pretended like he was god friends with them all. Sam looked in the corner to see two elven men sitting there, one was playing an instrument. Without realizeing it Sam suddenly knew the name of these two fair men, almost like it was sent to him. He knew the one to be a bard, a rather happy bard. And the other was the leader of the guild he wished to join. Walking up to their talble Sam introduced himself.<BR><BR>" Hello sirs, my name is Samwise. I'm from the shire, but i'm not a hobbit. I believe i was supposed to meet you gentlmen here, would you mind if a sat down?"<BR>
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Postby Elbren » Sun Jun 03, 2001 8:40 am

Elbren glanced up to see the newcomer standing eagerly at their tableside.<BR><BR>"You are Barad-dur's protege, yes?" Elbren asked quietly, studying Samwise's face.<BR><BR>"I am," came the reply.<BR><BR>"Then sit and we will await his arrival together, let me see the message that he sent to you," Elbren gestured for Sam to be seated.<BR><BR>Taking the parchment, Elbren read it carefully, then folded it and handed it back to Samwise.<BR><BR>"We will set out in the morning for the Guild House. I do not think that the Black Knight will join us here, but may do so once we begin our journey. In the meantime, I will make sure that you are properly armed and supplied for the journey. Get some rest and we will leave at dawn."<BR><BR>Elbren then stood up and bid his companions good night.
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Postby Barad-dur » Sun Jun 03, 2001 11:28 am

Just as the three men were rising from their seats to walk to their rooms for the evening, the inn door swung open one more time. There, standing framed in the doorway by the pale moonlight, was the Dark Knight.<BR><BR>His steely gaze swept the across the commons room, the expressionless face taking in all of those gathered there. His eyes settled at once upon the two elves and young man who had paused to regard the newcomer. The Dark Knight recognized two of them: one was Elbren, his esteemed Guild Leader, and the human was Samwise, the eager and bright young man whom he had chosen to sponsor as his Squire. He did not know the third individual, a travel-worn looking elf.<BR><BR>A slow and cryptic smile made its way onto the Dark Knight's lips as he strode slowly across the tavern room, the clinking of metal armor and weapons ringing loudly in the suddenly quiet air. There was a vague hint of menace and undefinable danger about this fey elf in black armor, and the occupants of the tavern gave him a wide berth, more than half of them sensing a confrontation.<BR><BR>The tavernkeeper breathed a silent sigh of relief when the Dark Knight stopped before Elbren, crisply saluted him, and then embraced him amiably, a genuine grin upon his lips.<BR><BR>"Hail and well met, my Lord and friend. It has been some time," Barad-dur said, turning to regard the second man. "I see here our young Samwise, my promising new Squire. How fare thee? I trust your journey here was safe and unenventful?"
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Postby Elbren » Sun Jun 03, 2001 4:35 pm

Elbren was surprised, but very pleasantly so, to see the Dark Knight that evening. He knew that the Dark Knight had been away on a Guild errand and was not sure if he could meet them in Dol Amroth or have to find them on the road North. <BR><BR>"Tis good to see you, brother," Elbren greeted, "sit, please meet Erinhue of Belfalas. He wishes to pursue Initiation within the Guild and I will be his sponsor."<BR><BR>The Dark Knight nodded at Erinhue then reached around, grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table, and dragged it over. <BR><BR>"I would like to spend the night at the Guild House in Dol Amroth," Elbren continued once the Dark Knight had taken a seat, "get the proper gear and see how the roads are between here and the Initiation House."<BR><BR>"Aye," is all the Dark Knight said as the tavernkeeper came back.<BR><BR>"Err...something to eat, M'lords?" he stammered, still uneasy with the Dark Knight's presence.<BR><BR>"No, but we thank you for your hospitality," Elbren handed the man a generous helping of Gondorian silver, "and we will be on our way."<BR><BR>The four men rode more deeply into the city of Dol Amroth as the sun began to set in the Western sea.<BR><BR>"I did not know there was a Guild House in Dol Amroth," Erinhue said quietly.<BR><BR>"You will learn the location of all the Guild Houses," Elbren replied easily, riding comfortably upon the back of his mearas stallion, Erelas, a gift from King Eomer, "and much more. We also have Safe Houses across Middle Earth and you will learn the proper phrases to open those doors of hospitality and safety as well...in good time, of course." Elbren's face had become fixed and expressionless, as if his mind were far away. "Here we are."<BR><BR>The Guild House was lodged in the far Southern quadrant of Dol Amroth, between an herb merchant and a blacksmith shop. Elbren rode up to the door and dismounted.<BR><BR>"It looks quite unremarkable...and most importantly, unrecognizable," Elbren commented as the others joined him in front of the heavy, wooden door, "but look closely here...and here." He pointed to the corners of the doorway.<BR><BR>It was difficult to see without knowing they were there, but as Elbren pointed, clear runes could be seen carved into the doorway, on each of the frames.<BR><BR>"What do they say?" Sam asked.<BR><BR>Elbren and the Dark Knight exchanged glances, "In time...come, let us enter."<BR><BR>Elbren knocked upon the door and a small wooden panel slid open. Elbren whispered something very low and instantly the sound of a key being turned could be clearly heard. The door opened at once and Elbren found himself embraced by a tall, dark woman who was clad in brilliant Mithril mail.<BR><BR>Elbren stepped inside after returning the welcoming embrace and the others followed. The Mithril Knight Guild House in Dol Amroth was small, only two floors, but it contained, as did all Guild Houses, a library, an armory, a feasting Hall, and one room that always remained locked. Only Mithril Knights knew how to unlock the room and for what it was used. Of course, the Guild House also had a kitchen and resting rooms.<BR><BR>Elbren took off his cloak, hung it upon the wall near the door, and spoke greetings to the few Knights that were currently staying at the House. He did not introduce Erinhue and Sam to them, for now was not the time for that, but he was friendly and cordial ere he led his small band into the dining hall.<BR><BR>In the dining hall, just the four of them sat at the huge oak table as they were served roasted meats, fresh breads, fruits, and rich, red wine. <BR><BR>"After we eat, we will visit the armory where you can choose whatever gear you feel that you will need for the journey ahead," Elbren finally said, but something in the way that he said it echoed with deeper meaning. <BR><BR>He paused then, sipping more of his wine, studying the faces of Erinhue and Samwise, and then meeting the gaze of his Guild Brother, the Dark Knight. <BR><BR>"Perhaps before we do that, I will tell you a tale," he said, pushing back from the table, holding his wine goblet before him, staring at the silvery metal, the fire reflecting a golden resonance upon its surface. "I do not pretend to have the talents of my friend, Erinhue," Elbren smiled, "but perhaps you may find the tale...useful."<BR><BR>
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Postby Elbren » Sun Jun 03, 2001 4:51 pm

Elbren began to speak...<BR><BR>Oromë is a mighty lord. If he is less strong than Tulkas, he is more dreadful in anger; whereas Tulkas laughs ever, in sport or in war, and even in the face of Melkor he laughed in battles before the Elves were born. Oromë loved the lands of Middle-earth, and he left them unwillingly and came last to Valinor; and often of old he passed back east over the mountains and returned with his host to the hills and the plains. He is a hunter of monsters and fell beasts, and he delights in horses and in hounds; and all trees he loves, for which reason he is called Aldaron, and by the Sindar Tauron, the Lord of Forests. Nahar is the name of his horse, white in the sun, and shining silver at night. The Valaróma is the name of his great horn, the sound of which is like the upgoing of the Sun in scarlet, or the sheer lightning cleaving the clouds. Above all the horns of his host it was heard in the woods that Yavanna brought forth in Valinor; for there Oromë would train his folk and his beasts for the pursuit of the evil creatures of Melkor.<BR><BR>But Orome would come to Middle Earth as well. He would wander the forests, thunder the plains upon the back of Nahar, blow his mighty horn and rock the mountains, and lead the hunt with his famous hounds.<BR><BR>Orome did...and does delight in the company of Man and Elf...he delights in the company of any hunter...any warrior. And it is of one such hunt that I will speak to you now.<BR><BR>It is called the <i>Wild Hunt </i>, and it takes place when the energy of the world is at its most powerful, when the Secret Fires are closest to our world and can burn us if we look too closely or for too long. Warriors of old would take up their weapons at sunset and they would pursue their prey until it was found; whether it took hours, days, or weeks. They would not sleep or eat until their prey was theirs...or so they were told to pursue their prey in this manner. The hunters would fast and prepare for the Wild Hunt, for this was the Hunt of Orome, and Tulkas Himself would also take part, and sometimes other Valar as well.<BR><BR>The key to the Hunt, though, mellyn, was that at some point, somehow, from some...mystery within...the hunters would become the <i>hunted </i>.<BR><BR>The hunters would find themselves praying for the dawn, for, at least for that night, the forest was not kind to them.<BR><BR>Some would find shelter and hide, dreading the dark and running for their lives when the first rays of dawn would touch their faces. Others would faint from fright and lay open and vulnerable, knowing nothing until the next day would dawn, and then they would know that they had failed.<BR><BR>But those that delighted in the chase, those that relished having the unknown occur and challenge them...those that, when the dawn finally came, found themselves breathless yet invigorated from the Hunt of Orome...these were taken and embraced by the great Hunter Himself. And they would feast, Tulkas and Orome, with these men and women, for seven days and nights after the Hunt, and call them Brother and Sister, bestow them with gifts and promise them favor.<BR><BR>Well, that is the tale. Perhaps, someday, it may be useful to you.<BR><BR>
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Postby Volcanus » Tue Jun 05, 2001 4:16 am

hey elbren i want to join upo so what do i have to do??
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Postby Elbren » Tue Jun 05, 2001 5:41 am

Please contact me via email, Volcanus
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Postby Elbren » Tue Jun 05, 2001 5:18 pm

Elbren bid the Dark Knight and Sam a good night and then motioned for Erinhue to follow him. They left the dining hall, re-entered the main room where Elbren retrieved his cloak, and then up some stairs to the second floor. Elbren walked to the end of the hallway and opened the last door, taking a torch from the hallway as he stepped within the chamber.<BR><BR>There were three rooms: a small sitting room with a roaring fire, with a table and chairs of dark, rich wood, and then bedchambers leading off through doorways to the left and right. Elbren lit some candles and two lanterns and then placed the torch back in the hallway. Closing the door with a barely audible click, Elbren then sat near the fire and began to remove his boots.<BR><BR>"There's some wine on the shelf there, Erinhue, if you care for any," Elbren said, tossing his boots into the corner.<BR><BR>"I'm fine," Erinhue replied, moving to stand by the fireplace.<BR><BR>"You and...your friend," Elbren gestured towards Agarak, "may take the bedroom through there," he pointed to the left, "and in the morning, we'll take a look in the armory." Elbren studied Erinhue's clothing, taking note of his build, "I know that you're fond of your sword...Clarion, isn't it? Thought so...but, mellon, you are in need of better protection. If you prefer leather, then we can have some of the finest boiled leather crafted for you, or you could go with chain mail...you won't get Mithril equipment until after your Initiation, but we have some fine armor that you can indeed wear."<BR><BR>Elbren stood up then, "I'm going to retire for the night. I bid you good rest. We'll break our fast in here and then be on our way after the armory visit. We may be joined by Lady Idril and her protege, but I am still unsure of that. Nevertheless, the journey shall be remarkable...yes, remarkable indeed."<BR><BR>Elbren then walked to his room and closed the door.<BR><BR>
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Postby Samwise-JR » Tue Jun 05, 2001 8:20 pm

(OOC- Sorry if i missed a few days, my sister had a baby. But i'm back now !)<BR><BR>Sam, after being brought into the guild house, was almost imediatly brought to his room. He had just enough time to see a few faces and get a general idea of what the house was like.<BR><BR>" Here's were you'll stay tonight," said Barad-dur with a impatiant sound to it ", i suggest that you get your sleep, for you'll need the rest. I'll be in later for i have other engagments to see to tonight. I wish you goodluck"<BR><BR>"Thanx you kindly sir, i'll leave the candle burning" said Sam as Barad-dur walked out of the door.<BR><BR>Sam removed his clothing and put on the robes upplied for him. He picked up his clothing to put away in a drawer, but stopped to examine them. He felt the rough material that was hand crafted at his childhood home by his mother. He lifted the material up to his nose to smell, and he got a nose full of dirt. He smelled it again but more softly, he could smell the flowers and grass of the shire. He could also smell the pipeweed he used to smoke. Standing there he thought about all the things he had done so far in his life. Not all good and not all bad, but now he was ready to comit himself this time. Placeing the clothing in the drawer and cleaning the dirt off his hands he slipped into bed. Surprizingly the bed was very comfortable, the mattress was filled with feathers and was made out of fine silk. The sheets were made out of the hide of an animal of which he wasn't sure, but it's fur was soft. Slowely Sam slipped off into a deep sleep.<BR>
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Postby ILvEowyn » Tue Jun 05, 2001 8:40 pm

Mirdain looked up at the tavern sign, knowing what waited within. Then he looked at his mentor, the Lady Idril, who would teach him the ways of the Mithril Knights. <i>Wow, i can't believe we're here. I am a little nervous to be meeting Elbren. It's getting late. Do you think anyone would be mad if we entered at this hour?</i>
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Postby Idril » Tue Jun 05, 2001 9:00 pm

Idril had sat for some time and had grown weary waiting for someone she had yet to meet. She had signaled the tavernkeeper to bring her a glass of water as she had a large thirst suddenly in the hot, stuffy room of the tavern. She had gotten here earlier than was planned for the meeting but obviously had missed Elbren. She was looking for someone she had never met before and only knew that he was an elf from LothLorién, like herself. She hoped that she would know him, or him her. <BR><BR>Suddenly in walked a tall elf and she noticed that he carried a bow, unlike herself. She nodded to him in a general welcoming nod, not knowing if it was the one she waited or not. At a glance, she looked to be defenseless and she liked to keep it that way. Her long dark brown hair was tied back again but flowing out of the leather thong that she used to tie it with into the ponytail she was wearing. Its length was undetermined as it went down her back. She had on her Mithril Knights cloak over her other clothes, it looked to be an ordinary cloak to all but those in the guild. She was just taking a drink of water when the elf approached her table.<BR><BR><i>"Hail and well met. I wonder if you could help me. I am looking for someone that fits your description ... could you be Idril of Lorién?"</i> said the elf to Idril.<BR><BR><i>"Hail and well met sir. I am the one you speak of yes. Take up a chair for a minute as you just arrived and your journey must have taken some time. We must leave shortly but I can see that you could use a rest first and some water. I hope to get going soon though."</i><BR><BR><i>"Some water would be nice, thank you. I am Mirdain from Lorién."</i> <BR><BR><i>"It is nice to meet you sir."</i> Idril said as she signaled the tavernkeeper for another glass and a pitcher of water. Mirdain was surprised to see that her hair flowed down and much of it was gathered on the top of her cloak. <BR><BR>She noticed that he was looking at her hair and she decided that to be ready to leave she should prepare it into a braid. She carefully untied it and pulled it around her shoulders and finger combed it smooth. Then deftly she seperated it and braided it into a very long, think braid and the carefully re-tied it tightly. Mirdain watched every movement and was amazed at the length! She let him sit and relax for a few moments as she finished her own glass.
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Postby erinhue » Wed Jun 06, 2001 9:04 am

"Hail Samwise of the Shire, a fair land as the few men who have <BR>traveled there have found." The bard greeted the young man as he <BR>joined them at the table. "I am Erinhue a man of this very city and no <BR>less than what you se before you 'though perhaps a little more. If you <BR>seel to join the Guild then we find ourselfes in like circumstance."<BR><BR>"Then hail to you, friend Erinhue," Samwise replied,"good fortune to <BR>us both."<BR><BR>The three engaged in conversation the kind of talk you use to pass <BR>the time. They spoke of the road and the weather and a particularly <BR>buxom barmaid. The warm, congenial chatter in the tavern chilled to <BR>a sudden hush announcing the arrival of the Dark Knight.<BR><BR>Impressive and imposing in both stature and bearing, Barad-Dur <BR>spoke to no one and came directly to their table where he greeted <BR>Sam and spoke to Elbren. Erinhue knew the Mordorian, as did <BR>everyone else in this part of the world, by reputation.<BR><BR>The bard was, at first, wary of the dark soul occuping the seat beside <BR>him, but Agarak, his dragonharp, made no sound and its eyes <BR>remained cold hard and empty. Barad-Dur ignored him, but it was <BR>more part of his nature than any intended insult. Erinhue flashed him <BR>a congenial smile and acknowledged the non acknowledgement.<BR><BR>When they left the tavern, the bard found himself being led through <BR>very familiar streets to an unfamiliar spot.<BR>the herbist's shop was vaguly known to him but the doorway they <BR>entered could just as well have been placed there ovenight, he had <BR>never noticed it before. <BR><BR>As they wound their way into the depths of the Guild House Erinhue <BR>remarked to Elbren "This is very like the the Bard Guild's songhouse, <BR>The Splintered Chamberpot. There is only the one, but it has <BR>entrances and exits in many different places and the size inside is <BR>more than what it would seem from the outside."<BR><BR>Later, Erinhue listened to Elbren's story with great interest. "I have <BR>heard of the Wild Hunt but I thought it mearly a cautionary tale. You <BR>say such a thing exists and we might play witness ot it? I might be a <BR>bit happier if we could hunt through the bars and taverns but even so <BR>the song such an encounter would make would finance me from Bree <BR>to Belfalas and back again. If that's the sort of nasty you were <BR>talking about Elbren then I say bring it on."
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Postby erinhue » Wed Jun 06, 2001 9:05 am

OOC: will catch my part up tonight <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Samwise-JR » Wed Jun 06, 2001 2:42 pm

Sam awoke to the smell of mushrooms cooking on the fire, eggs in the pan, tea steaming from the pot, and the all to familiar smell of pipeweed. The air was cool and damp like it was in all hobbit holes, his was larger than most though. At least large enough to comfortably fit a human. Throwing the sheets aside, rolling over, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and lastly taking a deep breath of air he was ready for the morning. He was glad to be home, and then he opened his eye's. It all rushed back to him, like a gigantic wave crashing against his body. The smells disappeared, the room was dry, there was no food and he was back at the guild house. Everything seemed so dull but to his dismay he had dreamed about being in the shire. Taking a towel he wiped the swet from his face. It was then that he noticed that the room was being lit by the light of the morning sun, but he could not find the source or a window anywhere? Deciding it was an illusion he forgot about it. Opening the drawers he pulled out his clothes and proceded getting dressed. He could smell the scents of the shire in his clothing, but they were only as cruel reminder. It was only after a few secounds that he noticed that his clothes were no longer dirty. They were washed and fixed were buttons were missing, and it still had that old shire smell to it. This made sam rather happy, and he walked out into the common room refreshed both physically and mentally. He sat down at one of the table's saving a spot for the dark knight. There was a dish of fruit on the table so he decided to start breakfast before the rest. HE grabbed a big green apple and took a big bite out of it, causing a dripple of juice to roll down his chin. He giggled to himself and he was merry.
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Postby erinhue » Wed Jun 06, 2001 4:35 pm

In the rest quarters of the Guildhouse, Erinhue b ade his mentor, <BR>Elbren good night and wen to his own room. He smiled to himslef as <BR>he stripped off his traveling clothes and removed his boots. Sleeping <BR>in an honest bed was a treat to one who lived his life on the road.<BR><BR>He set the dragonharp, Agarak, on the small round table and sat in <BR>the single straight backed chair gazing into the embers glowing <BR>warmly in the room's tiny hearth. Watching the dying fire the bard <BR>almost regretted not accepting the drink Elbren had offered.<BR><BR>The elf lord's talk of weapons and armor and his specific mention of <BR>the sword, Clarion, by name had darkened his mood and made him <BR>feel uneasy. An uncomfortable subject had been brought to the <BR>forefront and Erinhue realized there was no use in trying to drink the <BR>feeling away.<BR><BR>A three note chord sounded softly from the dragonharp's untouche <BR>strings.<BR><BR>"I suppose," Erinhue sighed, "that I will have to tell them something, <BR>well Elbren at least, my question is what and when. Beliran knows <BR>him better than I do, but I've had no chance to speak with ''Ran. <BR>There was a moment, when Elbren mentioned Clarion, for a moment I <BR>got the feeling that he already knew.<BR><BR>Another, sharper, chord came from the harp.<BR><BR>"You're right, of course." Erinhue agreed. "To depend on that would <BR>be dishonest as well as dishonorable. I will find a way to tell Elbren <BR>about the berserker."<BR><BR>A plucked string sounded.<BR>"Old worm, if I don't drink, neither do you, so liven up that fire and go <BR>to sleep.'In the rest quarters of the Guildhouse, Erinhue b ade his mentor, <BR>Elbren good night and wen to his own room. He smiled to himslef as <BR>he stripped off his traveling clothes and removed his boots. Sleeping <BR>in an honest bed was a treat to one who lived his life on the road.<BR><BR>He set the dragonharp, Agarak, on the small round table and sat in <BR>the single straight backed chair gazing into the embers glowing <BR>warmly in the room's tiny hearth. Watching the dying fire the bard <BR>almost regretted not accepting the drink Elbren had offered.<BR><BR>The elf lord's talk of weapons and armor and his specific mention of <BR>the sword, Clarion, by name had darkened his mood and made him <BR>feel uneasy. An uncomfortable subject had been brought to the <BR>forefront and Erinhue realized there was no use in trying to drink the <BR>feeling away.<BR><BR>A three note chord sounded softly from the dragonharp's untouche <BR>strings.<BR><BR>"I suppose," Erinhue sighed, "that I will have to tell them something, <BR>well Elbren at least, my question is what and when. Beliran knows <BR>him better than I do, but I've had no chance to speak with ''Ran. <BR>There was a moment, when Elbren mentioned Clarion, for a moment I <BR>got the feeling that he already knew.<BR><BR>Another, sharper, chord came from the harp.<BR><BR>"You're right, of course." Erinhue agreed. "To depend on that would <BR>be dishonest as well as dishonorable. I will find a way to tell Elbren about the berserker."<BR><BR>A plucked string sounded.<BR>"Old worm, if I don't drink, neither do you, so liven up that fire and go to sleep.'
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Postby erinhue » Wed Jun 06, 2001 4:46 pm

Erinhue woke with the bright rays of the morning sun. The road worn garments he'd taken off the night before were cleaned and waiting, even his boots had a fresh shine.<BR><BR>Seekikng company as much as breakfast Erinhue dressed and wandered into the common room where he greeted the other early riser.<BR><BR>"Good Morrow and Bright Blessings to you, Samwise I see you've found something to break a morning fast. Have you seen either of our mentors around, I'd like to take Elbren up on an offer he made last night."
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Postby Elbren » Wed Jun 06, 2001 6:40 pm

"Now, was that the offer of a drink...or of armor?" Elbren greeted to Erinhue, nodding hello to Sam as well.<BR><BR>The Elven Lord seemed to be in a jovial mood and joined them as they broke their fast.<BR><BR>"If it was of armor, then I will take you both to the armory and allow you to take a look at what we have," he gestured to himself, "when traveling, I prefer chain mail with pauldrons and knee bracers, but for battle, I will wear breastplate with full lower body armor."<BR><BR>A Mithril Knight, clad in chain mail and cloaked, came into the room and whispered something in Elbren's ear, to which he nodded and smiled, "Thank you, that is good news indeed!"<BR><BR>Turning to Sam and Erinhue, he relayed, "Lady Idril and her squire will be joining us for at least part of the journey to the Initiation House. But, come, I can see that you are both anxious to see what we have for you to explore."<BR><BR>Elbren stood and led them back through a long, narrow hallway and then took a sharp right turn which led to a heavy, wooden door. He did something with his hands and a loud CLICK was heard, and then the door slid aside noiselessly. Stepping inside, Elbren took a torch and motioned for the other two to follow.<BR><BR>"The wearing of Mithril armor or chain mail is a privilege of a Knight, and that will soon come to you, but for now, we have other fine pieces that you may like. We have boiled leather," Elbren pointed to leather jerkins, breeches, and bracers that were in a corner. The leather, upon closer inspection, had gorgeous engraving within it, looking to be sprinkled with some sort of silver dust, and though it looked stiff and hard, it was very giving and soft once touched.<BR><BR>"It will turn a blade," Elbren said, drawing out his dagger and plunging it into one of the jerkins. He pulled the dagger away and as the deep impression slowly unfolded back to its original shape, Erinhue and Sam could see that there had been no penetration through the leather. "It's not Mithril, but it is enchanted and it will turn many a blade ere it sheds your blood."<BR><BR>He then walked a few feet away and to the left, "You may also wear chain mail if you like. This was crafted at the Lonely Mountain and is made from the finest and hardest metals found in the North. It, too, will turn many a blade before it betrays your flesh."<BR><BR>Elbren gestured to coifs, gauntlets, boots, "Peruse at your leisure, gentlemen. Choose what fits you best and if you are in need of weapons, we have those as well. Axes, swords, daggers, bows...the finest that can be crafted, I assure you. If anything needs fitting to you, we can have that done at the smithy next door."<BR><BR>Elbren then made ready to leave, "Oh, and before you are finished, I would advise you to read the plaque on the wall over there." He pointed to a carving within the stone wall of the South.<BR><BR>"I'll see you back in the Common Room when you are done."<BR><BR>The Stone Carving reads as such:<BR><BR> The Oath of a Mithril Knight<BR><BR>1. Chivalry is a high code of honour which is of most ancient origin and must be lived by all who would be a Mithril Knight. <BR><BR>2. It must be keened that thoughts and intent put forth on this middle earth will wax strong in other worlds beyond, and return...bringing into creation, on this world, that which had been sent forth. Thus one should exercise discipline, for "as ye do plant, so shall ye harvest." <BR><BR>3. "This above all...to thine own self be true." <BR><BR>4. A Mithril Knights' word must have the validity of a signed and witnessed oath. Thus give thy word sparingly, but adhere to it like iron. <BR><BR>5. Refrain from speaking ill of others, for not all truths of the matter may be known. <BR><BR>6. Pass not unverified words about another, for hearsay is, in large part, a thing of falsehoods. <BR><BR>7. Be thou honest with others, and have them known that honesty is likewise expected from them. <BR><BR>8. The fury of the moment plays folly with the truth, to keep ones head is a virtue. <BR><BR>9. Contemplate always the consequences of thine acts upon others. Strive not to harm. <BR><BR>10. Dignity, a gracious manner and a good humor are much to be admired. <BR><BR>11. Courage and honour endure forever. Their echoes remain when the mountains have fallen and crumbled to dust. <BR><BR>12. Pledge friendship and fealty to those who so warrant. Strengthen those of the brethren and they shall strengthen thee. <BR><BR>13. Thou shalt not reveal the secrets of the Mithril Knights Guild or any secrets trusted to you by a fellow Guild member. <BR><BR>14. Have pride in thy self and seek perfection in body and in mind. For it is said "How cans't thou honour another, lest they honour thy self first?"<BR><BR>
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Postby Samwise-JR » Wed Jun 06, 2001 8:23 pm

(OOC- I forgot all about the fast !! I was all caught up in my stroy telling. Oh well, i'll work with it !)<BR><BR>Sam blushed realizing his folly. He forgot about his fast, and he was so jolly that he hadn't a care in the world. Erinhue then also took a fruit and bit into it. <BR><BR>" I guess i started a trend !!" laughed Sam ", but what a good trend it is! I don't see how i could get through the day without some form of breakfast?"<BR><BR>Just then Elbren walked into the room. Seeing that the two squires had indulged themselves he figured he might as well too. They all sat for a minute and made merry talk. Then Elbren led them to the armoury.<BR><BR>Sam decided to take one of the jerkins. He had always loved anything that was enchanted. When he placed in upon his chest he could feel the leather turn solid like steel. But when he placed his figer against it it became maliable and soft. He also grabbed a small dagger which he placed in his boot. When it came to makeing choices Sam always like to pick in threes, so it made sence ofr him to take three things. He already felt like he took more than he deserved, but he knew he should take one more thing just to show how gratefull he was. Looking through a pile of discarded things Sam found a small leather cap. It actually matched his jerkin. So he placed it upon his head. It looked like a winter cap, and felt like it too. Or at least like it would keep your head warm in the cold. But it also felt like it would keep your head cool on a hot summer day. <BR><BR>" Perfect! " he exclaimed , " good luck searching Erinhue ! I'm sure you'll find something that was just meant for you. I did !! " With that Sam tipped his hat.<BR><BR>Upon leaving the room Sam looked over the Laws/rules of the guild. He thought they sounded very noble and fair, and he was sure he wouldn't have trouble following them. Thinking over to himself what he had just received, a jerkin, a dagger and a nice hat, he didn't need a sword for he already had one. Sam sat in a chair examining the dagger which he just chose. It was a very normal dagger, it had no gems or carvings. It's handle was made from some sort of wood, and it's blade was straight and sharp. All that a blade needed to be. Sam thought he heard something behind him so he turned his head. Towering right behind him was a man clad in black. Jumping from his chair and spinnig to see who it was Sam realized that it was only Barad-dur. Placeing the dagger back in his boot, Sam greeted the dark knight. Picking up a fruit from a near-by table he offered it to Barad-dur.<BR><BR>" It seems we're breaking our fast this mourning. Would you like to join us?"<BR><BR>Sam almost thought he could make out a smile in the face of the dark knight, but dismissed it as a nervous twitch...<BR><BR>
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Postby ILvEowyn » Wed Jun 06, 2001 10:34 pm

Mirdain sat on the porch of the tavern, awaiting Idril, and lost in thought. He was dazzled by her appearance, and was amazed that he had only just begun to realize it. Mirdain began to abesnt-mindedly sharpen his dagger with a stone, looking out over the horizon.
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