Shadow over Arnor

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Postby Snowdog » Sun Apr 22, 2001 4:21 pm

Outside the sheltered rocks Hayna looked unquietly into the darknes and he drew his knife at a sound of a shuffle. Turning, a man jumped upon him and they went crashing down a ravine in battle. Fortunatly fore Hayna he had drawn his knife for he managed to plunge it deep in the chest of the man as they fell. <BR><BR>As the dawn broke Hayna managed to climb back up to where Forcréd and Halasian were and they awoke, not aware of the attack.
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Postby Snowdog » Sat May 05, 2001 11:57 pm

Awaking in the morning light entangled in the cloaks, Forcwyn stretched and stood and she saw Hayna dirty with scrapes, but sleeping well. Halasian came back and kissed Forcwyn before he awoke Hayna saying,<BR><BR><i>"You did fine son...."<BR>-"I dont look or need your approval Halasian, for I only wish to protect my mother. But for her love for you I will kill you myself."</i><BR><BR>Hayna said back at him, causing Forcwyn to snap,<BR><i>"Will you stop it! For reasons I know not sometimes, I love your father, and I wished events were otherwise, but they are not."</i><BR><BR>She looked at Halasian who remained silent.<BR><BR>"What are we to do?"</i> she asked him, <i>"Where do we go?"</i><BR><BR>Halasian thought for a time, and whispered to her, <i>"We will make for the Forsaken Inn, and there will go to Evendim and a place in the North Downs. But now we must move."<BR><BR>The days and nights went on and they worked their way out of the rocks and were soon on flat range. They rode with the wind, not looking back.<BR><BR>
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Sun May 06, 2001 6:12 am

In Rivendell Two strong Dwarves ran at the head of their army, that was untill they crashed into Kunarr the servent of Mordor. Kunarr's magical cloak went flying and he was discovered..."Aye brother what have we found skulking around here then? said Dungle, Bungle his brother looked puzzeld, "but brother he wrent skulking he were hidding in the cloak thing" Bungle looked at his brother and with a hard hit sent him to the land of nod, it was then that Kunarr thought to make his move, but just then two hundered battle ready Dwarves made there was to the site and his game was up.<BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>Wyoun the young <b>BloodCrow</b> had left his masters side in the night, he had done so with all the stealth that he could muster. He would find The ranger that he had met in battle... and they would see who was the better man.
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Fri May 11, 2001 4:43 am

Kunarr's spirit gave way in the face of such over whelming odds.."I yield." Ten stout dwarves grabed the killer and stripped him to the skin, just as Bungle woke up... "hey let this man go" he yelled "this not the man we captured, the other one had clothes on.." Dungle stepped towards his brother and rasied his axe and his twin brother ran off squealing like a pig with his brother on his heels. Kunarr simply shook his head and alowed himself to be bound by the hands as his personal efects where gathered up "are they all ways like this?" he ventured to ask the nearest dwarf. "No, normaly they are much worse."<BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>He had many leagues to travle before he could even find the area where he and the ranger had met in battle, but Wyoun was made of a powerful people of ages long lost, and he would find this Halasìan, Dúnadan, Ranger of the North... and none wouls stand against him.
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Postby heliona » Wed May 16, 2001 2:12 am

<i>Almarian</i> grew more and more agitated as the days went on, and <i>Arkaeth</i> understood why. They were Rangers, and, despite the beauty of Rivendell, they were not meant to be copped up, waiting for evil to come to them. Their job had always been to search it out.<BR><BR>Also, <i>Arkaeth</i> was growing concerned about his fiancee. She was a flighty woman, but he loved her, and he knew, deep in his heart, that she was in some sort of danger. He also knew that there was nothing he could do about. He could not leave Rivendell, for fear of showing the enemy where it was, exactly, and, if he did, that would leave the young, albeit, competant, <i>Almarian</i>, as the only Ranger there. <BR><BR><i>Arkaeth's</i> mind drfited back to their last conversation. It had concerned the other Rangers, <i>Halasian</i> and <i>Elendur</i>. Both <i>Almarian</i> and himself were worried about them, having not heard from them in a long time. What gnawed at their souls was that, while they were stuck in Rivendell, waiting, their friends might be outside, dead, or dying at the hands of the enemy.<BR><BR><i>Almarian</i> seemed worried about something else, too, but she would not say what it was. <i>Arkaeth</i> was mildly worried, but he knew that she could take care of herself, her bowmanship, and skill with a sword was testament to that. She spent a lot of time with <i>Jon Goatleaf</i>, for which <i>Arkaeth</i> was glad. Sometimes the Breeman got on his nerves. The young Ranger had taken a liking to the Breelander, despite their earlier arguments, and she was improving his skill with bow and sword no end. <BR><BR><i>Arkaeth</i> had noticed that <i>Almarian</i> had been spending more time riding around Rivendell on <i>Finduilas</i>, talking to her gently. He knew that this was another sign og her anxiousness, and that she was reverting to her previous ways.<BR><BR><i>Arkaeth</i> sighed, and walked to his own horse, gently talking to him, before gracefully mounting, and going out on a scout of his own. He, too, needed some time to himself, otherwise he would quietly go mad.<BR><BR><i>(OOC: I thought I should post to this, and bring the characters back into it. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)</i>
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Postby Arthedainian » Thu May 17, 2001 10:32 pm

Walking the fields at night as the moon peered reluctantly through the moving clouds, Forinor thought of home and of the graves he had dug for Findus and Anlas, and the wound of Belas, and that only a few remained of his company. They were asleep in the great house of Elrond, as there semed to be a calm about the place and the evil for the time seemed to have withdrawn. He thought of the song that Eleanorae played and her lithe beauty, and he thought of her wound and wondered if her song would ever be heard again.<BR><BR>The raindrops blew in the wind as a cloud came by, and the darkening of the land when the moon hid away revealed someone approaching on horseback. It was Almarian and she rode up slowly.<BR><BR><i>"Hail Ranger! Forinor of Gondor!"</i><BR><BR>a sigh could be heard for she had approached in stealth, and she dismounted and her short froame stood next to his, both searching the darkness for any sign. The moon peeked through a passing cloud and Forinor noticed a drop of water glisten on her cheek. Was she shedding a tear? Or was it just a stray raindrop? He reached and wiped her cheek gently with his finger, and said,<BR><BR><i>"The nights are long and it seems we are in seige from a hidden enemy. For my patrols have cost lives dear to me, and even my own was risked, ere the healing hand of Elrond. And you I sense are troubled and wish to ride free again. And Arkaeth too misses a loved one, for its in his eyes. I yearn also for home, though nothing there calls to me so except duty, and duty to the Steward has me at this time here, far away. For what do you yearn for Almarian?"</i><BR><BR>He looked at her cheek as she continued to look out in the now lightened land of full moonlight.
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Thu May 17, 2001 10:44 pm

Dungle and Bungle and there army of Dwarves pushed on in to Rivendell with Kunnar in tow, it was not long before they were met by a party of Elves.
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Postby heliona » Fri May 18, 2001 2:01 am

<i>Almarian</i> turned to <i>Forinor</i> and looked up and him. "I yearn to live free again, in a world where there is no need to worry about the enemy. Or, at least, to be bale to track him down in my own manner, rather than wait silently for him," she answered, and then went silent for a while. She felt his hand on her cheek, wiping away the tear from her face, and shivered slightly. "I mourn for <i>Arkaeth's</i> love, for I fear that something terrible has become of her," she continued. Then she sighed, "And I yearn for something more for myself, too, although I know not what."<BR><BR><i>Forinor</i> could see the moon reflected in her glistening grey eyes as she whispered to him. Then, she blinked, and the ahrd shell of the Ranger fell back into place, albeit a little cracked now.
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Postby Arthedainian » Fri May 18, 2001 8:25 am

As Forinor watched her face, he could see her demeanor change in the moonlight. He turned to the moon now himself and sighed as he sploke low,<BR><i>"Yes, a world where one could travel freely without concern. a world I have never known, for all my life there has been the shadow of Mordor, and sometimes in my dreams I see the evil of that place spread and I see Minas Tirith in seige in great battle. But recent I have had another dream, and tells that all is not well with your friends Elendur and Halasian, though I know not what."</i><BR>He looked again at her, and then toward the east.<BR><i>"Would you walk with me for a bit before riding again? For I think some are arriving in the night as there seemed to be some movement back across the field near the river."</i>
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Postby Snowdog » Sun May 20, 2001 11:08 am

(woo-hoo! some action!)<BR><BR>Halasian, Forwycn, and hayna rode up to the north in the continuing rain. A break now and then showed the sky was blue, but no sun came through. In the evening after dark, they finaly made it to the east road. Looking warily, Halasian saw none on the road, and they rode west, the marshes to their back. Coming late to the Forsaken Inn, they stopped and entered. The barkeep and a few rough patrons sat and looked, but none said a word to the grim Ranger. Halasian knew it was dangerous to be here with his wife, but it was more danger out in the wild. <BR><BR><i>"I need a room if you have one to spare...."</i><BR><BR>Hayna spoker up,<BR><BR><i>"That will be two rooms. I will pay for my own and my mothers."</i><BR><BR>Halasian eyed his son and turned and nodded. He would not argue the arrangements now. Getting instruction, they retired to their rooms, with Forwycn giving Halasian a long goodnight kiss before retiring. Halasian closed the door and sat in a chair, How did he let things go so far out of hand? His son will never love him, and Forwycn may love them both too much. He soon was asleep in the chair with one eye and one ear open as he was wont to do.
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Postby heliona » Wed May 23, 2001 2:37 am

<i>Almarian</i> looked up at <i>Forinor</i> as nodded. "I can sense something too," she said. She followed him, making not a noise, and beckoned <i>Finduilas</i> to follow her.<BR><BR><i>Forinor</i> heard the horse, and asked, "Will she not make too much noise?"<BR><BR><i>Almarian</i> shook her head, "She may be young, but she is wise, and knows the danger that sound can bring."<BR><BR><i>Forinor</i> took the Ranger at her word, and continued walking through the forest, the young woman and horse in tow.
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Thu May 24, 2001 3:08 am

Wyoun camped under a stunted tree to keep from the constaint rain, and when it cleared he would be back on the road to Tharbad... but then where, where would this Halasìan take his family? back to Rivendell...no, it would be an Inn!<BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>The elven boarder patrol escorted the twins there army and there captive towards "the last home" where Dungle and Bungle hoped to find out what secrets this man had and in what way their troops might best be used.
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Postby Snowdog » Sat May 26, 2001 11:47 am

Hayna awoke in the early morning and so he stepped out to the hall. In halasian's room the door was ajar and so he listened to Halasian speaking to someone.....<BR><BR><i>..."I ask only as a friend of old. You are a friend and so I would ask this from no other."</i><BR><BR>A womans voice was then heard... <i>"Ok, Halasian my dear, but to bring your wife here.... Ok, only if she agrees."</i><BR><BR>The movement made Hayna step quickly into his room ans the two came out and they went down the hall. Halasian paused and tapped lightly on the door, and Hayna opened it. <i>"I will be going down for breakfast, are you going to join me?"</i><BR><BR>Hayna growled, <i>"Mother is still sleeping for being on the road in wild places she is not used to."</i><BR><BR>Halasian nodded and said, <i>"Ok, but I need to see her as soon as she is up." and he turned and followed Courtney down the hall.
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Jun 11, 2001 9:44 am

Halasian and Courtney sat and talked, and some words were bitter, but she leaned over and kissed his brow as she got up from her break. Hayna and Forcwyn came downstairs, and as they sat, a hot breakfast of corn stew was set before them and they ate quickly. Courtney gave each a second helping, for they had little more than dried fruits in their long journey from Rohan, and Halasin's last meal was at the feast in Imladris. Long ago that day seemed, with the music of the elf Eleanorae, and the company of the score of the men from Gondor, and Almarian..... beautiful Almarian. As a daughter she is, yet Halasian knew not if she was still at Imladris, or if she has moved elsewhere, or if she is even still alive. And Arkaeth, the young Ranger who has his heart in Annúminas and with his beloved. Halasian felt a touch in his spirit, of Almarian as she thought of him in the early morning..... Yes, she was alive, though her heart cries out. He looked at his beloved Forcwyn and the walls that stood between them. And Hayna and his hatred for him, his own father..... Halasian knew he would not be able to erase the years of bitterness in this man whom he knew as son but called him not, and grieved at Hayna's thoughts of being fatherless though he was not. <BR><BR>Halasian looked around at the gathering patrons and saw none suspicious, for they were allregulars and he was known there and they all politly nodded to him, though curiousity they had at the fair blonde woman and younger man that sat with him. A man came in through the back and came to the table, and looking at Hayna he said,<BR><BR><i>"Your horses are tired, and they need care, for their hooves are raw and scarred. Come, I show you."</i><BR><BR>Forcwyn's concern for the horses caused her to stand, but Hayna stood and said,<BR><BR><i>"You rest now, I will attend to them."</i><BR><BR>And with a look of hatred to Halasian, he followed the man out the back to the stables.<BR><BR>Halasian then moved to Forcwyn and explained what must be, for danger though not here yet, surely is not far behind. Forcwyn was reluctant, but she understood and for now would do as Halasian said. Courtney came and with a smile, she took Forcwyn in back to get her settled as a server wench. Halasian went out back to see the horses and tell Hayna of the plan, though he expected him not to like it.
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Postby Arthedainian » Mon Jun 11, 2001 10:58 am

Forinor walked with Almarian, and he took the young woman's free hand as she led her horse. Coming toward the noise, it was a sight to see Dungle and Bungle and a dwarven army. They do make noise for sure! It lifted his spirit, but still he, and for sure Almarian, felt penned in and wanted to move free in search of the stealthy enemy.
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Postby heliona » Tue Jun 19, 2001 4:18 am

Almarian's heart lifted at the sight of the two dwarves, and she smiled with Forinor as they stood together. <BR><BR>But, deep down, she knew that the dwarves' arrival meant that the battle was growing more urgent, and she wished that Halasian and Elendur were there with her, and Sorael too, for she knew that he would be of grest help. Almarian knew that he was probably donig good elsewhere, but that did nothing to appease her worry over Imladris, and the impending battle. <BR><BR>She squeezed Forinor's hand, perhaps in need of reassurance, or in happiness, perhaps both, and led Finduilas up to Dungle and Bungle.
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Postby Arthedainian » Tue Jun 19, 2001 8:51 am

Even the jocularity of the brothers were subdued in a look of seriousness. What did the dwarves see on their march? What evil rises against us? Dark times, and Forinor gretted them solomnly, and as his remaining 3 men gathered with him Forinor knew it was time for a decisive move.
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Fri Jun 22, 2001 7:22 pm

Dungle and Bungle made their way over to Forinor "ah lad it's good to see ye and the lady again"<BR>Forinor could see the strain that the brothers were under, but who was the naked man that they had brought with them...<BR><BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>The rain was gone... but then so were any tracks that the ranger had left.. But never mind he did have a general direction and would soon pick up his trail again... one way or another!<BR>
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Postby Snowdog » Sun Jul 01, 2001 10:54 am

Forcwyn adjusted her lowcut blouse and skirt, and she brushed her now dark hair as Courtney came to show her the ways. Courtney used a dark root stain boiled in water to turn Forcwyn's hair a dark brown, and would have to use it every few days to keep the roots dark. Forcwyn had a natural talent of carrying drinks on a tray, and she gracefully danced about the room serving the few and taking the orders.<BR><BR>Outside in the Stables, Halasian and Hayna talked in quiet heatedness, and the words were bitter.<BR><BR><i>'Hayna, it must be for safety's sake. Onky a handfull know, and they are trustworthy of me. jarod the propietor has known me long and is a friend, and he will do what he can to keep her safe. Burle is a big man who lives and breaths Forsaken, and is food to have on your side in a knife fight. Bill I worry about, but he wont say anything if Burle is there. Courtney is..."<BR><BR>"Yes halasian, tell me of Courtney?'</i> Hayna interrupted sarcasticly. <i>"While mother and I are home away in Rohan and you are 'doing your duty' you are resting on her bosum! I see how she looks at you. I trust not her to watch over my mother."</i><BR><BR>Halasian looked at the man and gritted his teeth. <i>"Look you, she will bend over backwards for..."<BR><BR>"Yes, she would bend over for you..."</i> Hayna began but was stopped as Halasian moved quickly with a fist and knocked Hayna down hard, shutting his mouth. Halasian grabbed Hayna by the hair as blood dripped from his lip,<BR><BR><i>"Do you even know what we are up against? You saw them in the dark in Hollin! If you remained in Rohan you would be swinging from a rope still, burnt to ash as you hung. These are dangerous times and the Blood Crows are ever more emboldened. You will watch and know them, and you will fight them, and you will do as I say here."</i><BR><BR>Hayna stood and spit at Halasian's feet. <i>"I will live or die by my own hand, and I will remain close to here and watch, for mother's sake, not yours. I may smile as the kinfe that slays you enters your flesh, though it will never be by my hand. Why mother still loves you is beyond me."</i> and Hayna turned toward the horses and cared for their feet.<BR><BR>In the stable, Anna watched, and she sketched the figures of Halasian and Hayna as they faced off, and now she watched and drew Hayna as he cared for the horse. She was enamored by him, and his tall, light haired features drew her to him in her mind. She lost herself in dream and stopped drawing him, and she was jolted back when she heard his voice..<i>"Hello."</i>.. and he saw staring at her a few feet away. Anna jumped and smiledslightly, but ran away with her drawing s and pencils.
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Sat Jul 07, 2001 8:20 pm

Wyoun wandered aimlessly in search of food having lost Halasìan and his parties tracks. That was until he found a road going in a northwesterly direction he took this road it looked like it had not been used in some time, but he guessed that his prey would have to find shelter in a town or inn at some point... And people liked to talk for money or drink or food... And those who would not talk for those reasons... would talk to save their life. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0>
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Postby Snowdog » Tue Jul 10, 2001 8:38 am

Several days went by and Forcwyn adapted to the ways of the Forsaken well. Few frequented the place as there were dark tales of happenings and most stayed in the town of Bree behind the walls. Hayna had ridden west and was staying at the Prancing Pony looking for a safer place, but his mind seemed to come back to the woman in the stable. Halasian rode north and west to the shores of Evendim, looking for the fianceé of Arkaeth. Surely there was danger, for the fingers of the Blood Crows were long, and the watch in the north was less with some of the Rangers away. Halasian met with Halbarad, and passed the sad news of Elendur's passing, and he thought that Almarian and Arkaeth were still in Rivendell, but he could not be sure. Halbarad told of strange happenings, and were watching as close they can, but they could not be sure that all was well. Halasian found the Lady well, and her brother was on a wary watch for trouble, for there were some sighting of dark figures in the night, and the family of a Ranger was never safe. Halasian rested this night, and in the early morning he awoke suddenly. For the early morning hours this day, Wyoun was arriving near the Forsaken Inn.
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Postby Hunter » Sat Jul 14, 2001 1:34 pm

Courtney stood at the bar and leaned her chin on her hand, watching as Forcwyn cleared the tables. The woman had done well, she had to admit that, but then the Inn has seen little business these days. Walking over to Forcwyn, she leaned close and spoke in a low voice. <i>“Cover for me with Jarod, will you? I will be back before by the time supper is to be served.”</i><BR><BR><i>“But…what shall I tell him? Where are you going?”</i><BR><BR><i>“Tell him I am not well and have sought my bed. He will not ask further.”</i> She smiled and winked at Forcwyn, turning to leave by the back way. Forcwyn stood watching her leave, shaking her head as the door closed softly.<BR><BR>Following a faint trail behind the Inn, Courtney quickened her pace, it was a fair distance to the hut on the edge of Chetwood, and she did not want to be caught alone in the forest after dark. <BR><BR>----------------------------------<BR><BR>Sun-browned legs waded through the stagnant water of the marsh and she stooped to pluck the plant that she sought. Reaching into the soft muck that held the plant, she tugged firmly until the roots pulled free. Her basket was almost full as she stood, shading her gray eyes from the sun’s brightness.<BR><BR><i>‘Someone approaches,’</i> she felt the change in the air; the birdsong changed it’s tempo, and the insects of the marshes hummed louder.<BR><BR>Morghan turned, climbing the soft bank covered with reeds that swished softly as she passed them by and looked skyward again. A storm approached from the west, carrying with it dark clouds full of moisture from the distant sea.<BR><BR>Leaving her skirt tucked high, she hastened to her hut on the edge of Chetwood.<BR><BR>Makeshift racks of sticks and twigs held together with twine held an assortment of plants and roots hanging to dry. Morghan hurried to cover them against the approaching rain with a piece of canvas before entering her small hut.<BR><BR>Her eyes adjusted quickly to the dim interior and she walked to the hearth and stirred the coals before adding tinder and kindling to the fire she had banked. A warm glow lit the shadows as she set her basket on the small wooden table and reached up to unpin her hair. Shaking the unruly mass of reddish hair loose, it tumbled past her shoulders as she turned to the door at the sound of someone rapping.<BR><BR>She opened the door a crack only to have it pushed wider as a cloaked figure strode in and threw a few copper coins on the table. <BR><BR><i>“There is a storm approaching I must hurry back.”</i> Courtney announced, throwing back her hood and glancing around. The small room with bundles of herbs and roots hanging from the rafters seemed dank and shabby to her and she looked uneasily above her head. The shadows of the low ceilings could hide anything in their dark corners and she always expected some small woodland creature to drop from them.<BR><BR>Morghan stood with arms crossed in the open door coolly watching the woman’s uneasiness and waiting. <BR><BR><i>“I have come for more of the roots to darken hair.”</i> Courtney spoke, <i>“And a small packet of the powder you gave me last time.”</i> she added quickly.<BR><BR>Walking slowly, Morghan reached up and cut the twine with a knife of a bundle of roots hanging in the back corner. She laid them on the table next to the coins and pulled a small jar from a shelf and poured a fine powder onto a large leaf, wrapping the edges in to form a packet. <BR><BR><i>“I have warned you about using this too often…”</i> her words trailed off as Courtney snatched the packet, tucking it in to a pocket of her skirt. <i>“And I have told you that it is none of your business whether I wish to bear a child or not.”</i> She snapped, making for the open door. <i>“If I endanger my life, what is it to you? I pay you well.”</i> <BR><BR><i>“And I do not want some angry mob seeking me, blaming me for your death!”</i> Morghan answered with a cold stare that stopped the woman. Courtney’s hand hesitated near her pocket, answering in a softer voice, <i>“I have told no one about the powder, I tell them only about the roots I buy from you.”</i> Her hand touched the pocket lightly, <i>“It is worth the risk I take. I want no children.”</i> <BR><BR>Morghan stood in the doorway, watching the retreating woman until she was lost from sight behind the trees of the forest, then cast her eyes in the direction of the marshes. <i>‘There is still someone nearby, she was not the one I sensed.’</i> And she watched as the sky darkened with the approaching storm.<BR><BR>
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Sun Jul 15, 2001 3:59 am

Wyoun had never been this far west before. The land was very different to that of Far Harad and so where the people.<BR><BR>Smoke! Yes Wyoun could make out the faint out line of a hut in the distance. He kept to the road and as he drew near the small thatched roof hut a man of about 45 years came out the wooden door.<BR><BR>"What can I do for you young man? You don't look like you’re from around here." The man said with a questioning look. <BR><BR>"Where are you from?" He then asked.<BR><BR>Wyoun avoided the question of where he was from. "I'm looking for a friend of mine...Halasìan is his name, he is traveling with his son and wife...I... Have urgent news for him." Wyoun also gave the man a brief description of Halasìan.<BR><BR>The man looked Wyoun up and down "Aye, a man of that description passed by here some days ago, so where did you say you come from?"<BR><BR>"East, I come from the East.." and Wyoun started to walk away.<BR><BR>"That’s a nice ring you have on your finger my boy, I'm afraid that I can't let you find him my son, your boldness as a Blood Crow is a sign of the times." The hermit drew an ancient blade.<BR><BR>Wyoun heard the blade come lose, but no such sound could be heard as he removed his powerful blade with it's tip broken off in his encounter with Halasìan... "Old man I would have let you live! But now you know I can't do that."<BR><BR>"Yes I know, but how could I live with myself if I did nothing? These lands are filled with Rangers and they’re kin... you will not leave alive, if not me then it will be someone else. The man walked forward.<BR><BR>Wyoun turned to face the hermit..."We shall see!"<BR><BR>As skilled as the woods man was he was no match for this young man and it was over in moments. Wyoun did not let the older man suffer a second longer than he had too.<BR><BR>A little later he dragged the body in side. Upon searching the hut Wyoun found old maps of the surrounding lands, these he took before setting the place on fire. <BR>Wyoun then left the road and entered a small forest.<BR>
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Postby Hunter » Tue Jul 17, 2001 10:30 pm

The stillness of the forest was broken as the first gusts of wind set branches to creaking and leaves to rustling. Large drops marked the dirt path in front of her hut as Morghan stood watching for what would come. Wind blown sheets of rain finally forced her to close the door and she lit a lantern against the growing darkness of the storm.<BR><BR>Setting a kettle on the hook hanging above the fire, she sat on a stool, waiting. Feeling chilled even through the fire warmed the room; she hugged herself as she watched the door. <BR><BR>The door blew open, banging against the wall and she calmly spoke to the man who entered. <i>“I knew you were coming.”</i> <BR><BR>Storm gray eyes looked out at her from behind dark hair dripping from the rain. The finely chiseled face wore a crooked grin, <i>“As you always can dear sister,”</i> His grin turned downward, <i>“Is this the way you greet your only brother after years apart?”</i> and he held out his arms. <BR><BR>Morghan felt the strength of his arms as they wrapped around her in a warm hug. Looking up into his face she smiled, searching his eyes. <i>“You have grown Michrel, since last I saw you…”</i> He had changed, she could it in his eyes and she laid her head on his chest returning his embrace with a strength to match his. <i>“Welcome back Michrel.”</i><BR><BR>----------------------------------------<BR><BR><i>“About time Courtney,”</i> Jarod called as she entered the crowded common room. He frowned, eyeing the damp edge of her skirt. <i>“I though Forcwyn said you had taken to your bed?”</i><BR><BR><i>“And so I had, worried about me?”</i> tilting her head and patting his cheek, she gave a small laugh as she took the platter he held out for her.<BR><BR><i>“No,”</i> he grinned, charmed by her as always, <i>“But it looks as if the storm has driven some customers our way. Take this to the dour faced man seated by the fire,”</i> he reached to pat her backside as she turned, but she dodged his hand with nary a glance backwards. <BR><BR>Chuckling and shaking his head, Jarod returned to the kitchen, calling out, <i>“More plates, we have…”</i> his words lost as the door swung shut behind him. <BR><BR>Bill watched from his stool at the corner of the bar. Lifting his ale, he drank long while he watched as his cousin and the new wench served the customers who had found shelter from the storm. He had only returned recently to the Inn. Jarod had tired long ago of asking where he went when he disappeared and he smirked when he recalled Burle’s remark when he had shown up for work again. <i>“One of these day’s Ferny…”</i> <BR><BR>His eye’s narrowed, the new wench was competent, but a bar wench she was not. He found no fault with her work, but as he watched her closely, he noticed that she did not have the easy, bantering nature of his sister. Courtney’s laughter drew his gaze; she was laughing along with a table full of stranger, no doubt at some bawdy remark one of them had made. The other only smiled while she served her tables; hardly noticing the admiring glances cast her way. <i>‘No, she is no bar wench,’</i> he thought as he wiped his sleeve across his mouth. <BR><BR>The night drew on; the patrons not anxious to leave while the rain still pelted the outside of the Inn. Courtney spied a tired looking Forcwyn clearing one of the few empty tables and walked over to her with an easy grace. <BR><BR><i>“Go on, to bed with you. You covered for me most of the day, I can care for this bunch.”</i> She laughed softly glancing over her shoulder at a shouted call for her attention. <i>“Besides, they have almost had their fill of ale, and will soon be snoring at their tables if the rain keeps them here.”</i> <BR><BR>Forcwyn thanked her gratefully, untying her soiled apron as she left the room. Courtney watched her go, and then noticed Bill was watching her also. Walking over to her brother she threw, him a warning look as she motioned for Jarod to refill the empty mugs she handed to him. <i>“Leave her alone Bill, she is spoken for.”</i> <BR><BR><i>“By who dear cousin?”</i> Her warning look surprised him and his eyes narrowed <i>“And why should it matter to you?”<BR><BR><i>“Never mind who, Bill, just leave her alone.”</i> The stern look she gave him before leaving with her tray filled with fresh ale gave him pause, <i>‘Why is Courtney looking after the welfare of that woman?’</i> and he wondered anew about who she was and what she was doing at the Forsaken Inn.<BR> <BR><BR>
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Postby Arthedainian » Wed Jul 18, 2001 4:28 pm

(Near Rivendell)<BR><BR>Forinor sat with Aromir, his brother Faromir, and Forweg, who were the only three left after the times sortieing from Rivendell. It seemed the evil had relented, but Forinor knew it was a ruse. But the coming of the dwarven army and the restlessness of the Rangers Almarian and Arkaeth, and the unknown wherabouts of Halasian whom he raided the camp it seemed so long ago, and that of Elendur, many things remained unanswered, and nothing was getting done. The darkness of the east has bred some ill sort, but it seemed uncontrolled by him. It was this time when one moved in the bush and Eleanorae moved with her guard to intercept them. It was a man, tarnished and bloodied, and he spoke to Eleanorae in Gondorian accent of Westron. Forinor stood and approached the lady.<BR><BR><i>"He is my countryman, fear him not dear lady."</i><BR><BR>Eleanorae would not let down her guard and replied,<BR><BR><i>"Elrond will decide that."</i><BR><BR>Forinor took her hand that held her sword, and looking deep into her eyes, he whispered to her,<BR><BR><i>"Please, he will not live long.. look at his wounds! Even elrond cannot take th etime in this peril to try and heal him. Let me..."</i><BR><BR>Eleanorae fluttered in her hard stance as she looked into Forinor's eyes and relented. Forinor went to the man, who whispered his name of Denonir. <BR><BR><i>"The darkness boils in the East, Ithilien is troubled much and there is evil about all teh lands. A house was burned in Rohan as I passed, and grief struck those theere as a lady was missing, a wife of a Ranger of the North. I was waylaid by some orcs who moved in stealth near the Hollin path, and I rot now after many days. Some few wanted to go to help Bree, for there is some who worry about far kin there, and little protection there is outside the Rangers....But we were..."<BR><BR>Denonir slumped and breathed his last breath. The skies lightened and Eleanorae seemed at wonder of what became of the spirits of dying men.<BR><BR>Forinor and the guys would bury him but Forinor knew he would have to make a break to the west and offer his little aid to watch Bree.
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Postby Hunter » Fri Jul 20, 2001 12:05 am

Brother and sister talked while the storm spent its fury; Michrel seated in the lone chair, feet propped on the edge of the small hearth. Morghan sat on a short stool across for him, chin leaning on her hand as she looked up at his face. <BR><BR>She was remembering his face on that day long ago when he had returned to tell their mother and her of Father’s death. <BR><BR>The scared face and haunted eyes of the youth that he had been had stayed with her all these years. His shame had been evident when he halting told them how he had run and hid when the orcs attacked, thinking the others would do the same as they were vastly outnumbered. Then he had to tell them of finding the torn and hacked body of Ruark, his father, and of the scorn and contempt of the surviving Rangers when they saw that he was clean and unmarked. The Rangers had not let him touch Ruark; they did not want the body of one had fought bravely to be defiled by the hands of a coward. <BR><BR>Michrel had run again, this time to the small cottage in the Hills of Evendim. When told of her husband’s death, Brieta had wept, holding her only son close until she heard of his cowardice; then she had pushed him away. Morghan’s world had crumbled when she had seen the look on Michrel’s face and even though she had pleaded with him to stay he had left that same day. <BR><BR><i>“…And so I returned from the east, and stayed in Rohan for a time. There I fought with the Riders of Westfold, under the leadership of a man named Erkenbrand. I held no rank, but fought in many skirmishes chasing the orcs that came down from the Misty’s.”</i> Michrel had been starring into the flames of the fire, his tone somber. He turned to face Morghan, <i>“I have proven to myself that I am no longer a coward. Now I must prove it to the Rangers. Not for myself…but for the memory of Father.”</i> <BR><BR>The haunted look that had she remembered came to his eyes and Morghan reached out her hand. His strong tanned hand held hers and they stared wordlessly at each other as the fire crackled and snapped.<BR>
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Jul 23, 2001 10:38 am

Halasian had ridden hard from Annuminas and he now had cutt towardsthe south cross country to the road to Bree. The rain and wind pounded him as he rode, but he felt such urgency that he rode on, pushing all weariness deep inside him. He would have to rest, but he hoped to reach Bree in a day or two at the most.<BR>----------<BR><BR>Hayna sat at the Prancing Pony and watched and listened. Hearing talk of sporadic evil passing by, he knew it would not be safe there for long, and would probably be the first places searched by these Blood Crows. Death was a way of life, and his days in the raids on Umbar had taught him much. His sense was that things amiss would be here soon, but still it would be a silent creeping as opposed to a wave of assault.<BR><BR>Hayna took another hot drink and sipped it, and it was when he noticed the girl sitting by the fire watching him and drawing him. it was Anna, the girl in the stable. Why was she here? He got up and would go find out.<BR><BR>Coming over to her, she smiled and pushed out a chair with her foot. <BR><BR><i>"Hello again sir."</i> she said with a slight smile.<BR><BR>hayna raised his cup to her as he sat.<BR><BR><i>"Why are you here? not at the Forsaken?"</i><BR>Anna replied,<BR><BR><i>"I go where I wish when I wish."</i><BR><BR><i>"But there is much amiss out these days and travel of such a beautiful woman as you I would be thinking is dangerous and maybe frightening/"</i> Hayna said as their eyes met.<BR><BR>Anna laughed, <i>"And you think I know nothing? I have my ways."</i><BR><BR>Hayna smiled slightly, the first time he did that in a long time. He and Anna sat and talked quite awhile as he tried to get a feel of how much Halasian had visited the Forsaken in years past.<BR>--------------<BR><BR>Forcwyn was tired after covering the whole place, and she wondered if she was really fooling anyone. She missed Halasian and Hayna, and it seemed to her that Courtney was friendly, but there was something.....<BR>She went to sleep easily enough and the sounds of the Inn she had grown used to in a short time. She dreamed of the happy days of old as her and Halasian were married and the days before Hayna.
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Mon Jul 23, 2001 9:18 pm

Wyoun studied the old maps. That must it, he was some where the west side of Midgewater and had just entered Chetwood.<BR><BR>Wyoun decied to hide her for a while. He soon found a freshwater spring and a lightly used track and also the game was plentaful. He smiled and put some old gloves on to hide the Blood Crow ring on his finger. He would have to look out for who ever it was that lived here, but he thought that he could live off the land as long as he needed.<BR><BR>The rain started again.
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Postby Hunter » Tue Jul 24, 2001 6:05 pm

The common room of the Forsaken Inn was crowded with men who had slept off their drink from the night before. They were anxious to be on their way now that the new day promised better weather and Courtney and Forcwyn carried streaming bowls of corn meal and plates piled high with sausages and hot biscuits to tables filled with hungry men.<BR><BR>Bill sat watching them until satisfied that they would be busy for awhile, then slipped from his chair. As he left the room he passed Burle seated at his accustomed table eating his own breakfast as he kept watch over the room.<BR><BR><i>“Ferny.”</i> His tone stopped Bill, who turned. <i>“That fence still needs seeing to…”</i><BR><BR>Burle leveled his gaze at the swarthy fellow as Bill’s demeanor changed, <i>“Yes Burle, jest on my way to see to it now. Broke my fast early so that I could start on it right away.”</i> The innocent look he gave Burle in no way fooled the man. <BR><BR><i>“On your way then. After that you can take the cart to Bree for supplies…”</i> <BR><BR>Burle pointed his fork at him as he eyed the fawning man. <i>“And no sneaking off again or…”</i> before he could finish Bill scurried off, and Burle shook his head before biting into another piece of sausage. <i>‘He’s up to something again…’</i> then shrugged and resumed his watch over the room, chewing thoughtfully.<BR><BR>Bill opened the back door, closed it hard, then waited. Hearing no other sound, he crept back into the Inn and made his way down the hallway. Carefully opening a few doors and peering in, he finally found the room that he thought belonged to Forcwyn. Slipping inside, he smiled slyly. <i>‘Should be easy to find out something more about her.’</i><BR><BR>---------------------------------<BR><BR>The small cart bumped and rolled as a wheel struck a stone in the road, bringing Ferny out of his thoughts. He scowled and looked up as he neared the South Gate of Bree. The afternoon sun was lowering and he would have to hurry if he wanted to stop at the Pony before returning to the Forsaken Inn.<BR><BR>The list of supplies was long and he grumbled to the shopkeeper. <i>“Can’t yer hurry it up? I got other things to see to.”</i><BR><BR><i>“Now see here Bill Ferny, these short legs of mine can only move so fast.”</i> Answered Nobbin, the gray haired hobbit as he descended the steps of the ladder. Setting the bag of tealeaves on the counter, he peered at Ferny. <i>“Leave me the list and I will complete your order. Even have it loaded on the cart waiting for you.”</i> <BR><BR>Nobbin did not trust Ferny and had been trying to keep an eye on him as he went about gathering the needed supplies. Ferny grinned and turned, slyly pocketing a small bag of pipeweed. Nobbin slowly shook his head and added the cost to the order. <i>“Let Burle sort it out with him.”</i> he muttered, <i>“Now let’s see…a sack of sugar…”</i><BR><BR>Ferny smiled to himself as he lit his pipe. The common room of the Pony was filled this day, many travelers seeking a well-known safe haven. He surveyed the room, finding the man he sought. His ale in hand, he crossed the crowded room and stood before the table. The man seated there had seen his approach, but had shown no interest. <BR><BR><i>“Mind if I sit?”</i> Ferny asked, abit unsure of himself under the steady gaze of the dark-eyed man. The stranger nodded and remained silent his eyes watching the room instead of Bill. Ferny gulped his ale and wiped his mouth before he began in a low voice. <i>“Ye told me before if I noticed any strangers in the area to let you know.”</i><BR><BR>Ferny waited for an answer, but the man seemingly ignored him, continuing to view the room. Ferny hurried on, he felt uncomfortable for some reason. <BR><BR><i>“There be a woman working at the Forsaken Inn, only no common bar wench is she. I searched her room, looking a clue to who she may and found this….”</i> He opened his hand to reveal a small silver broach, engraved with the horse emblem of Rohan. <i>“She has not the golden hair of the Rohan…”</i> he was doubtful now of the importance of his find, the man had turned to him showing little interest in the broach. <i>“Is that all?”</i> The man asked, and Ferny nodded. <BR><BR>Tossing a few copper coins upon the table the man rose, saying, <i>“That is all your information is worth to me then.”</i> Ferny quickly scooped up the coins, then watched as the man made his way across the room and out of the door. <BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Wed Jul 25, 2001 3:29 am

For a few days Wyoun exsplored his suroundings, at one time he had found a hut deep in the forest. He got close enough to hear and see the two people with in, one had the look of a ranger and the other was a woman. Wyoun thought about killing them, but he did not know how much contact these people had with the out side world and Irgeroth had taught him of not killing for the sake of killing... This was exstended even to Rangers. <BR><BR>Wyoun woundered how his master,Bloodtooth and Bryna were fairing, Wyoun cared very much for the evil lady, he vowed to find her and make her his one day.<BR><BR>Later that day Wyoun found the road and made his way towards Bree.
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