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Postby strider- » Sat Nov 24, 2001 6:32 pm

<i>(OOC: see the Aside please before joining - we've got a bit of a background to share as well as some happy posting FYI's <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>)</i><BR><BR>Red rose the sun in the morning and warmed the faces of the two figures that held to the East...always ahead of them.<BR><BR>Many months had passed since they had parted with their dear friends and the road grew on and on. Aramere straightened in his stirrups, stretching his legs and back. Spira, a horse well suited to the deserts of Rhun, kept a steady even pace. They had ridden most of the night and would soon find a place to rest as the day wore on. Aramere turned to his comrade;<BR><BR><i>"Tired Pun?"</i> he asked, still trying to understand why the young man who rode now beside him, came in the first place.<BR><BR><i>"Not unless you are."</i> Pun countered, hoping that Aramere would stop soon.
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Postby Shadowfax » Sat Nov 24, 2001 11:11 pm

Mealin studied the left front leg of his horse Granite, he had been favoring it for a short while now. The sun beat down on the old Dwarf as he looked over the horse's leg, he was no horse master and could see nothing that could be wrong.<BR><BR>"Been runnin ya hard, I know. For that I apologize." he said to the horse, "There's too much sand for my liking here, I only want to be on firmer ground." Mealin got into the habit of speaking to the beast soon after he bought him. "Your a good listener." he told him often.<BR><BR>Mealin was many days out from the Iron Hills, his destination was not known, even to himself. His departure from his home was made in haste, more of his past would be revealed in time. <BR><BR>"I'll give ya little break from haulin me around for a while." Mealin gathered the reins from Granite and led him on foot. After a short walk he found himself atop a dune that gave a good view of the surrounding area. Away to the west he saw two riders approaching him. He grabbed his two headed axe from Granite's side. "They would'nt follow me out here, would they?" He shielded the sun from his eyes with a thick gnarled hand and watched them. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that they were not dwarves. He keep on moving eastward knowing that they would soon catch him, but he cared little. His business was his own and theirs was theirs, thats the way he looked at it anyway. <BR>
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Postby Ecelannar » Sun Nov 25, 2001 5:10 pm

Elanel was tired and thirsty. She forced herself to move on. Traveling in the desert was difficult with the shifting sands and tired out the legs something major. However, she just had to move on.<BR><BR>A tear ran down her face. Why did she have to have come out here? Why did she have to leave her place of refuge? <BR><BR>She was forced to. There was no question in it. They lied to her and abused her trust. The truth was more important than getting hurt and their intentions weren't the best. How could they have kept this secret from her!<BR><BR>She learned to keep her mouth closed to avoid releasing moisture that way. Despite all her precautions she was running low on water. This was not good in the desert. Not good. She would have to carefully ration it. She would have to hope that she reached an oasis or a town or something soon.<BR><BR>She would have to hope...
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Postby Hunter » Mon Nov 26, 2001 2:52 am

Pun shaded his eyes as he watched Aramere who had pulled slightly ahead. They had traveled together for several fortnights now and at times Aramere still treated Pun as if he were far younger than he was himself. And so he was, Pun smiled to himself, but only by a year or two. With his slight and slender build Pun did look younger than the confident young man he rode with, but it did not bother him.<BR><BR><i>“Tired Pun?”</i> He heard Aramere ask.<BR><BR><i>“Not unless you are.”</i> Pun countered, hoping that Aramere would stop soon as he leaned forward to stroke the warm neck of his horse.<BR><BR><i>“But the horses could use a rest,”</i> he said hopefully, though he knew that Mystwalker could travel far before he needed to stop. Pun marveled still when he thought of the appearance of the horse. Mystwalker belonged to his master, Malbeth. No…had belonged, for Malbeth was gone now, killed by the Black Magi, whom in turn, Pun had been end to. <BR><BR>Though he could only guess how Mystwalker had found him, he knew that somehow Helazzar was responsible. Naveen and Helazzar…Pun grinned and shook his head whenever he thought of the two. Where they were now, he did not know, but he silently thanked them again for sending Mystwalker to him.<BR>
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Postby strider- » Mon Nov 26, 2001 10:58 am

<i>"We'll find someplace before sunset. I promise. I don't know about you but I could not bear one more night on the ground."</i> said Aramere.<BR><BR><i>"An Inn?"</i> asked Pun, trying to contain his obvious relief. Aramere nodded.<BR><BR>They rode on in silence. So far their journey had gone well, they were delayed little at the outposts and it seemed as if Aramere's dark looks relieved much suspicion from the two travelers. Aramere looked to the horizon.<BR><BR><i>"Do you see that Pun?"</i> he pointed ahead, <i>"It's quite far off, but I'm certain it's a figure of some type, and on horseback."</i> Pun strained his eyes.<BR><BR><i>"Yes, I do, now that you mention it."</i><BR><BR><i>"Best we keep a safe distance."</i> said Aramere finally. He did not want to take any chances, now that they had gotten so far inside.<BR><BR><i>"Aramere, just where are we going?'</i> asked Pun.<BR><BR><i>"I had wondered when you would ask me that. You have been quiet and close with your words and thoughts since with left Lorien. I had wondered then why you chose to come with me and wondered since why you had not asked what my plans were."</i><BR><BR><i>"It was the mirror."</i> said Pun and looked down.<BR><BR><i>"It's wise for me to not ask you more of that."</i> said Aramere, he paused, <i>"You are always surprising me Pun."</i> he said with a knowing smile, remembering Pun's quiet bravery and transformation from that quiet soul he once was. Puns greatest ally was that people underestimated him.<BR><BR><i>"I seek my family Pun, to put it plainly. On the road I learned from Nitsua and later from Jaxon the circumstances surrounding how a person like me ended up in Arthedain."</i> <BR><BR>Pun looked at him strangely. <i>"Had you not wondered why I look so different from you?"</i> said Aramere. Pun looked at the young man. Aramere was dark eyed and dark haired; his skin was olive. <i>"Had you not noticed how closely I resemble the people of the outposts?"</i> asked Aramere.<BR><BR><i>"I had, but I have learned that it is never wise to wonder anything about how something seems."</i> said Pun, smiling.<BR><BR><i>"Wise words Pun, you are right."</i> said Aramere, <i>"But regardless, it is true. My mother was of these people and my father..."</i> his voice trailed off. <i>"My father was the king in Arthedain's younger brother - he had traveled here many years ago and he and my mother eventually left and went back to Fornost in flight. The King told Jaxon that my father, Aeron was killed by my mothers family and that she too probably was killed upon her return here after they took her."</i> Pun said nothing, but a comfortable silence hung between them for some time. <i>"I can't explain it further Pun, I just feel drawn here - perhaps to find out more about my mother's family - to get some sort of peace or understanding. Perhaps to find out more about myself."</i><BR><BR>Pun nodded, he understood. <i>"For now, we should not reveal this to others. Who can know what state your family is in now - I know a little about the Sagath, they hold honour above all else. We should gather as much information was we can before obviously seeking information. There is no telling what other pieces of your tale were not told to you. They could be dangerous pieces"</i> said Pun.<BR><BR>Aramere smiled, <i>"Then, you have the advantage Pun, for I know little of their ways though I think your words are wise and I shall hold to them like a sword!"</i> Aramere urged his horse on, he was glad Pun was with him.
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Postby asaris » Mon Nov 26, 2001 12:38 pm

Curufe rode east, his spear hanging from his back. He had just spent a few months with the elves of Mirkwood, but that had grown quickly boring. He wasn't really sure what he was looking for. After nearly 3000 years in the area around Imladris, he wanted to get out, and perhaps see a few new things. But Mirkwood wasn't really doing it for the Feanorian. Woodelves always seemed to flighty to really be good company, and the hunting was surprisingly poor. There were rumors of fantastic beasts east of Middle-Earth -- maybe those would make good hunting.
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Postby Ecelannar » Mon Nov 26, 2001 8:02 pm

<i>What day was it? How long had I been out of conciousness? An hour? A minute? A year?</i><BR><BR>Elanel looked around at the cave that she had taken shelter in. She had had no strength left for exploration. After some obvious amount of rest, she felt a little stronger but she knew the sad truth. She was dying.<BR><BR><i>Dying?</i><BR><BR>She looked around and shivered. It was uncomonly cold in here. A comforting change from the blazing sun of the desert outside. She hudled closer as a draft racked her body with chill damp air.<BR><BR><i>DAMP! I'm in a cave! Of course there must be some water somewhere!</i><BR><BR>Suddenly a hot blast of wind carrying many bits of dust hit Elanel. It came from the mouth of the cave not far away. She shivered and moved further down to the rear. <BR><BR>In the back there was an incline. The draft of wind was coming from up there. With it came the most rapturous sound in the whole Earth: dripping water into water.<BR><BR><i>There must be another chamber!</i><BR><BR>Elanel hurried to the back as a heavy sandstorm began to rise.
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Postby Shadowfax » Mon Nov 26, 2001 10:42 pm

Mealin kept his steady slow pace across the sands, often he looked behind him for the two riders. He guessed that they had seen him also and decided to stay clear of any contact out in the wild. <BR><BR>The old Dwarf spoke to his horse, "There's a town ahead Granite. An outpost really, but it will have things we need and a place to rest."<BR><BR>On the eastern edge of the desert lay the town of Raynan, it was the western most outpost of the Rhunish Empire. The town was surrounded by a stone wall standing fifteen feet high, many look out towers dotted the wall looking for invaders that never came. As Mealin got closer the town seemed to spread out before him, a good size town it seemed for being out in the middle of no where.<BR><BR>As he got closer he studied the stones themselves that made up the high wall. The joints were well fitted and the stones looked perfectly plum, such are the things that Dwarves notice. Behind Raynan lay Rhun, in the dimming light of day he could see that the desert went on no more. Hills could been seen far off and behind them lay a vast body of water known as the Sea of Rhun. That would have to wait for now.<BR><BR>Two riders emerged from the main gate and headed towards him at a light run. "Welcoming commity." said Mealin dryly. The riders got closer and slowed a bit studying the new comer. Mealin raised his right hand showing the common sign for peace. <BR><BR>"State your business." said one of the riders, Mealin could tell that he had said this many times in his young life. <BR><BR>"Food and lodging for the night and perhaps longer. I also come to sell my services as a weapons smith." Mealin did not really plan to do this, but it sounded nonthreatning.<BR><BR>One of the riders drew closer to him and eyed him closely. The riders hair was dark as was his skin, his eyes were like black slits. "Very well then, you may enter. Mind the rules and stay out of trouble." With that they rode northward starting their patrol route.<BR><BR>"Aye!" said Mealin. He nodded to them and entered the gates of Raynan.<BR>
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Postby Magpie Jen » Tue Nov 27, 2001 1:07 am

Raynan was on the border of so many things for <b>Mazur</b>. His homeland, yes, but that was the simplest border to cross. But the physical passage from West to East, as demanding on the body as it was, did not compare to the complexity of emotion he experienced entering the town with the marketers earlier that day.<BR><BR>Fear. He had to admit it. Here he must be more cautious than ever he was, even during the wars to the West, even when a foreigner in a hostile land. There was no telling how he might be received if it became known he had returned... Better to keep his name to himself for now.<BR><BR>Curiousity. Oh most definitely. How he longed to see his friends, even his enemies, in Rhun, and learn how his country was growing. It could be such a fascinating place. Careless bloodshed one moment, poetry to break your heart the next.<BR><BR>Sadness. He would miss Arthedain and the west he had come to know, the brilliance and loyalty of her people. The cool shadows of leaf and forest.<BR><BR>He bought a cheap red tunic, clumsily embroidered in black around neck and sleeve, and a hooded cloak the colour of red dust. Not a lot of choice in an outpost of this size. But the clothes were nice enough to pass as those of a local merchant, though too shabby to catch the eyes of bandits or pickpockets. <BR><BR>A great red sun shimmered through billows of sand on the horizon... a dust storm in the distance? Perhaps. He couldn't suppress a sudden grin at the setting red giant and even an almost imperceptible bow of respect. <i>Now <b>that's</b> a sun.</i>
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Postby Aglanor » Tue Nov 27, 2001 11:30 am

Angurth stopped at an oasis. It had been three days since he had seen water. Nightshade, his horse was exhausted and so was he. He tied Nightshade to a tree, where she could drink the refreshing water. Angurth first filled his waterbag. After that he drank the water with care. Let it slide through his lips. He laid against a tree, and took his sword out of the scabbard. He looked at it. It was made by the blacksmith in his old town. He had hated the slimeball. So when he got banned, the first thing he did was sneak into the smithy, and steal the blacksmith's most precious possession: The silver longsword. It was all silver, beautiful carved with almost a dozen wolves carved into the hilt, and blade. The wolves' eyes were made with sapphires. The smith had never put it for sale, but kept it for himself. To show off his skills against visitors. <i>Let him try it with the rest of the collection. This sword is now mine!!</i> <BR><BR>He looked at Nightshade. The horse got himself comfortable in the grass. For an oasis this far into the desert, it was quite big. And the pool was especially big. The trees were full of fruit. Angurth was hungry, so he climbed into one of them, and cut down some of the fruit. He could use it. He was going to travel on in two days. Till then he would stay here, and hunt some lions for meat. After that he'd be going south. He thought he could see signs of a city far ahead. He hadn't been to one in a long time....
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Postby Hunter » Tue Nov 27, 2001 4:52 pm

Wiping his brow with the sleeve of his tunic, Pun squinted as he looked up at the sky. His fair skin was beginning to feel the affects of the sun and the wind; he would have to be more careful as they traveled farther east. Up ahead Pun could still make out the lone traveler, the distance between them had deceased when the traveler had dismounted, leading his horse; Aramere and Pun had slowed their pace to keep from over taking him.<BR><BR>The east, a land of mystery to Pun lay stretched out before him. What he knew of the land was what he had learned from Malbeth or read from books in the library at the Tower. He looked at Aramere, studying the young man. Kin to the King, who would have guessed! At least Aramere knew part of his heritage; Pun knew none of his own. <BR><BR>Sometimes he wondered where he came from, who he could call kin. Once he had thought he may be part elven, his fair skin and slight built could point that way, but he had dismissed that idea when he had seen his first elf. No, they were taller and he would never attain great height, and his eyes were too dark. He chuckled to himself when he remembered always checking his ears and ears for any tell-tail signs of an elvish heritage. No, Pun had no idea where he came from, and he had learned to accept his difference living with Malbeth. Malbeth was different also and it didn’t seem to bother him.<BR><BR><i>“Aramere, is that a town in the distance?”</i> Pun asked.<BR><BR>Aramere nodded, <i>“Didn’t I promise you that we would not sleep on the ground tonight?”</i><BR><BR><i>“But how did you know?”</i> Pun asked and Aramere grinned. <i>“When we stayed at Thranduil’s Hall before heading to the Iron Hills and Rogue’s lair, he showed us some maps. While the others paid attention to only the area of the Iron Hills, I studied the whole map.”</i> He shrugged, looking thoughtful as he remembered. <i>“I was curious, I had never seen a map showing so much of the east…”</i> <BR>
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Postby Shadowfax » Tue Nov 27, 2001 8:01 pm

Daylight was almost gone as Mealin found a suitable Inn for the night. The building was tall and covered in white stucco, large chunks of the white veneer had fallen away over the years revealing stone underneath. A small sign hung over the Inn's doorway, but time and sandstorms wore the paint away. He could tell it was an Inn none the less, the sounds of drunken laughter within gave it away.<BR><BR>After checking Granite in around back at the stables he found a room for himself, he paid with small coins so as not too appear to be wealthy, which he wasn't. Strange eye's followed him about as he made his upstairs to his room, Dwarves seldom travelled through deserts. He locked the door and studied the small room, a bed, two wooden chairs and small round table filled the room. There was a window that looked down into the street below, people still wandered the streets as darkness came.<BR><BR>Mealin rested on the bed for several hours before deciding to go downstairs and have a bite to eat. Something not 'dried and salted' would go down nicely he thought. He left his room and made his way downstairs, the smell of cooked meats rose to meet him, it was a welcome smell.<BR><BR>Soon he found himself sitting before a large plate full of meats and vegitables, half a loaf of bread was brought also. A tall mug of ale was also set before him, the barmaid had a hard time keeping it full. He ate and drank quietly, listening to those around him.
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Postby Jaxon » Tue Nov 27, 2001 8:45 pm

It wasn't long before Aramere and Pun reached the outpost. An unwelcoming pair of guards met them and they were given entrance. Inside the shops were beginning to close up after the days selling. Aramere and Pun led their horses through the town. It was the first real town in Rhun they had encountered. Aramere drank in the sights, the sounds - it was all he had hoped for and he found it lifting his spirits.<BR><BR><i>"We should find a suitable place for the horses and one for ourselves. It might be fun to look around this place."</i> said Aramere.<BR><BR>Pun looked at him in stunned silence then said, <i>"Fun? Aramere, are you feeling quite alright? You haven't had too much sun have you?"</i><BR><BR>Aramere smiled, <i>"It's an adventure Pun, all of it! While we are here to learn about my family - part of it is experiencing where I've come from. Even Jaxon laughed once in a while!"</i> he laughed.<BR><BR>Pun laughed too, it had been a long time. They led their horses to a stable that cornered on an Inn. It was clean and the groom inside, while not very concerned for the people had a great affection for the horses and that was enough for Aramere. The two then set their sights upon the Inn next door.<BR><BR>Aramere looked up at the sign, <i>"The Wayward Worm"</i> he said then gave Pun a knowing look, <i>"What could be more suited to us eh Pun?"</i> Pun shuddered, the thought of the dragon, Rogue, brought a foul taste to his mouth. <BR><BR><i>"I'd gnaw on the dragons bones now I'm so hungry."</i> Pun said and the two road worn travelers entered the warmly lit Inn.
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Postby enchantress » Wed Nov 28, 2001 12:21 am

Prima's hooves laboriously trudged their way through the powdery sand. The last sandstorm made the dunes very high and despite extreme efforts, the horse made little progress; her small hooves fell deep into the sand with every step and the energy expounded to raise them above the sand surface, only to set them in the powdery sea again seconds later, left little strength for a springy gait. <BR><BR>Miryanna unwrapped part of the shawl which previously covered almost her entire face. Her pale eyes were dry, but she blinked gladly, thankful that there was no more assailing sand in the wind to blind her. The sun was still high in the sky and beamed down just as mercilessly as it had for the past few weeks. She surveyed her surroundings. An expanse of desert stretched in every direction from where she stood. There was no other being in sight. She had gotten used to the loneliness of the trek after months of solitary travel, but the harsh conditions of the desert were something she hardly found suitable. Feeling the pack on the mare's side, she drew out a large waterskin. She raised it to her lips and drank, greedily. The animal shifted uneasily beneath her. <BR><BR><i>I know, its been long, forgive me. Drink, my sweet.</i><BR><BR>She skillfully poured water from the skin straight into the horse's mouth, and through the magnificently coordinated effort of both parties, no drop was spilled. <BR><BR><i>There must be at least on oasis fairly near. We must find something before nightfall.</i> <BR><BR>She spoke calmly, but not with complete confidence. Her hoarse whispers mingled with the sound of the wind upon the sand. Sometimes she felt like she became one with the desert. Prima's cream hide and flaxen mane barely stood out against the monotone background of sand, and her white shawl also failed to create contast. Her golden locks, almost identical to the sand's colour, were tucked inside her heavy garments. Only her pale blue eyes could stand out in this sea of gold, cream and white - yet they could be seen only from a close distance, and there was noone as far as the eye could see. How unfit for this land she was! Her very appearance clearly identified her as a foreign traveller from a distant land. She sighed heavily. How long has it been since she left the fertile, lush lands in the furthest east? Such beauty, such untouched splendour...yet she was glad to leave Cuivienen... she still doubted herself that she ever found it, and that all of it hadn't merely been a dream, a hallucination brought on by the scorching sun and the lack of water. She reached into the folds of her wrappings and searched about her neck. Fingering the small, smooth jewel, she smiled. It felt cold to her touch, like a frozen drop of liquid resting on her neck. Indeed, it wasnt a dream. But that was the past. She had returned and found what she sought, she opened herself to a torrent of emotions and got more than she bargained for. Now it was time to move on. All still was not right within her, but the physical effects of desert travel pushed her emotions to the back of her priority list. Alas... she still had another purpose in these lands, and she knew it could take quite a while longer to fulfill it. She wasn't going to give up. <BR><BR>She closed her eyes and concentrated.<BR><BR><i>Straight ahead, my sweet. Just behind the horizon. There is water, I feel that much. On we go, its not that far.</i><BR><BR>The animal, as if assured by the woman's words, placidly continued its slow ascent towards the horizon.
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Postby asaris » Wed Nov 28, 2001 8:03 am

Curufë continued riding east. He was starting to get bored; the grasslands were more or less completely flat, and the scenery was only slightly broken up by the presence of a desert to his south. There wasn't much hunting either. He killed an elk for food a couple days ago, but that hadn't been much of a challenge. He figured he'd head south once he passed the desert. Dorwinion was down there, and he had always heard they had good wine there.
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Postby Ecelannar » Wed Nov 28, 2001 4:48 pm

Elanel clambered up the incline to the back of the cave. Through an opening she smelled water. She neared it. It was a small tunnel that she could easily fit through. There was water back there!
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Postby Shadowfax » Wed Nov 28, 2001 9:14 pm

Mealin pushed away his empty plate away and made his way over to the sitting area off of the main room. A small fire was lit in the fireplace that sat in the corner of the room, it's flickering flames cast shadows of the furniture against the walls. The weather was still warm and the fire did little to help things, but he knew when the sun sets the temperature drops quickly out here. He sat himself down in a large chair and propped his boots up on a small wooden stool. After a few minutes of fumbling around in his pockets he produced a small pipe and some tobacco leaves, it was the last of his supply.<BR><BR>A moment later long smokey tendrils climbing up to the wooden beams above, Mealin thought. He had delt with the people of Rhun many times over the years, mostly in trade. Several times a year merchant's would travel north to the Iron Hills and trade with the Dwarves there, they brought spices, ale, weed and other things needed by the Dwarves. In return the merchants got weapons of Dwraven make, it was a good arrangement for both peoples.<BR><BR>The merchants never stayed long so he really never got to know anyone from Rhun, he had only rumors and gossip to judge them by. Much he had heard about the Sagath and their ways, tradition and pride were these peoples main trait, along with war.<BR><BR>The Inn was getting busier as the night drew on. Smoking his pipe he watched the customers come and go, soon he would turn in for the night.
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Postby Magpie Jen » Thu Nov 29, 2001 12:19 am

A small alley branched off from the main road in Raynan's core, shadowy, but Mazur could smell roasted almonds coming from that direction. It was like a balm to his raw emotions, smelling of home and sweetness. His red cloak swirled 'round his ankles as he swung into the lane.<BR><BR>His nose did not disappoint him. He smiled graciously at an old woman beside a crackling fire and ancient black roasting pan. Her wrinkled, toothless grin in return was almost coquettish, and Mazur laughed merrily. While buying a small sack of almonds from the woman a boy ran out of the doorway behind her carrying a flute. The boy's clothes were threadbare and patched, but clean and neat. He was obviously going on an important mission.<BR><BR>"Are you a musician, young master?" Mazur asked him.<BR><BR>"Yes, for many important people. I play the best flute in all of Raynan." The boy ended his boast by sneaking a handful of almonds from his grandmother (who pretended not to notice).<BR><BR>"And who do you honour with your performance tonight?" Mazur asked as the two of them naturally started to drift back down the alley towards the main road together.<BR><BR>"The Inn." And the words were said by this young urchin as though he described a place both rare and grand, even though Mazur had seen this place and knew that it was far from both.<BR><BR>"Well, and how could I miss this chance to miss the best flute in all of Raynan? Perhaps I shall follow you there, if you would lead me."<BR><BR>Munching on almonds, the two made their way companionably to the inn.<BR><BR>
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Postby Ecelannar » Thu Nov 29, 2001 8:17 am

Elanel squirmed through the tunnel. The walls were damp and covered in moss. She forced down the urge to suck moisture from the moss. She knew that such could be dangerous. Besides, a little further she would be fine.<BR><BR>Finally she fell out of the tunnel and rolled down a small incline. It was the quickest way to go. She struggled to her feet. Faintly through the opening that she just went through she could here the wind outside and the scrape of sand on stone. However, as she listened it got fainter and fainter.<BR><BR><i>It must be stopping...</i> She said to herself.<BR><BR>She trudged on. <BR><BR>Now the roof of the cavern was high above her and the walls stretched out far. She could feel herself going lower and lower. The temperature kept getting cooler and cooler. The air kept getting wetter and wetter. Finally she found what she was looking for.
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Postby Hunter » Thu Nov 29, 2001 1:20 pm

Entering into the cooler, dimly lit Inn, Pun looked around, his eyes wide, drinking in the sights. He had not been in many inns or taverns in his life, the last one being in Leykiv, many months before. With his pack slung over his shoulder he stared, mouth slightly gaping at a crudely painted dragon along the far wall.<BR><BR>Aramere nudged him, <i>“I thought you were hungry?”</i> he said. <i>“Come on,”</i> and he led Pun to an empty, rough plank table. Pun set down his pack, still looking around. Their entrance had drawn a few curious stares, and he felt uncomfortable. Aramere fit in, his dark looks and dress melded with the general populace of Raynan, but Pun did not. <i>“I feel out of place,”</i> he whispered across the table. <BR><BR>His simple clothing, replaced while they had traveled, consisted of plain, loose fitting breeches, a homespun linen shirt and a leather jerkin. His cloak was short and unadorned, lightweight wool that he had removed and carried over his arm. He carried no weapons, no sword, bow or spear, just a long thin dagger hung from a sheath at his belt.<BR><BR>A dark-eyed comely wench sauntered over, pausing next to Pun, but looking at Aramere. She smiled boldly at the young man, asking what they wished to eat and drink. Pun looked up at her, he could have been invisible for all that she noticed him and when she walked away, hips swaying gracefully, Pun said. <i>“See, I’m dressed wrong, I look as if I’m your squire or servant. People look at me as if I shouldn’t be here.”</i><BR><BR><BR><i>“Huh? Sorry Pun,”</i> Aramere grinned sheepishly, his gaze having followed the wench, <i>“Don’t be daft. You're dressed fine.”</i> His eyes crinkled, a mischievous look in them as he grinned, <i>“You could pass yourself off as my servant. People say and do things around servants for just that reason, they do not notice them.”</i><BR><BR><i>“As long as I don’t have to call you Master,”</i> Pun grinned in answer, ducking his head. They were fast becoming friends, their light banter coming easier than it had during the search for the dragons. <BR><BR><i>“Aramere, the dragon painted on the wall looks nothing like Seraphim or Rogue. Do you think that there may be different dragons in the east?”</i> Pun’s eyes were constantly drawn back to the painting, memories of their last adventure still fresh in his mind.<BR><BR><i>“I don’t know,”</i> Aramere shrugged, turning back to glance at the wall. <i>“And I hope we do not find out. Our search is for information, not dragons…Ahh…our food is arriving. No more talk of dragons, let us enjoy our meal and then relax.”</i><BR><BR>The platters set before the two young men held thick slabs of meat swimming in gravy and roasted potatoes and carrots. Pun fell to eating almost as soon as the plate touched the table, filling his glass often from the wine bottle they shared. The rich red wine from Dorwinion was pleasant, a change of pace from the occasional ale Pun usually drank, and when his plate was cleaned, down to the last smear of gravy sopped up with a chuck of brown bread, Pun leaned back, drowsy and content.<BR><BR><i>“Remember back in Leykiv, when Malbeth made us all disappear from the common room,”</i> Pun asked. <i>“I’ve been trying to figure out how he did it, but I can’t remember the right words…”</i> he smiled crookedly, then filled his glass with the last of the wine. <i>“Could we get another bottle?”</i><BR><BR><i>“Don’t try the same thing here,”</i> Aramere laughed lightly. <i>“And go easy on the wine, it is stronger than ale.”</i><BR><BR><i>“I’m alright,”</i> Pun grinned leaning forward. <i>“Once I remember the right words, I bet I could do it too, as easy as this…”</i> He tried to snap his fingers, puzzled when he could not. They felt numb and not like his own. He frowned, focusing on them and muttering to himself, as he tried again. <i>“Like this…”</i><BR><BR>A bright yellow flame appeared suddenly, dancing on the tip of his finger. Startled, Pun gave a quiet yelp, then grinned. Aramere hissed, <i>“Stop it, you will draw unwanted attention to us.”</i> Luckily, no one had noticed the flame, wizards and magic, while uncommon enough in the west, was rarer yet the farther east they traveled. As Pun quickly extinguished it, the sweet haunting notes from a flute filled the room.<BR><BR><i>“Looks like we will have some entertainment.”</i> Aramere said, relaxing and looking back over his shoulder at a young boy who stood near the fireplace playing a flute.<BR><BR>
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Postby Shadowfax » Thu Nov 29, 2001 8:39 pm

Mealin the Dwarf sat back in his chair and sent smoke ring after smoke ring to the ceiling above. His meal had begun to work it's magic over him, 'full stomachs sleep well' was old Dwarf saying. He was just about to leave his comfortable chair when a young man came over to the fire. His clothes were well worn, patches of slightly different colored cloth repaired various holes that occured over time. <BR><BR>The young man then produced a small bucket which he placed on the floor before him, then a small flute appeared in his hands. Taking a deep breath he bagan to play the instrument with great skill, the notes floated through the air and carried all through out the Inn.<BR><BR>Mealin listend to the song, his spirit was lifted at hearing the melody being played. After the song was over several patrons made their way over to boy and dropped a few coins in the bucket. The old Dwarf climbed out of his chair and dropped a few coins in himself. The boy was a bit startled at first sight of Mealin, Dwarves seldom travel to Raynan. Mealin gave the boy a wink as he dropped his coins, the boy smiled back in return.<BR><BR>Slowly the Dwarf made his way through the people gathering around the boy. It was time for rest. As he made his way to the stair he passed by a table with two young men. He glanced over of them quickly paying little more attention to them than to anyone else. <BR><BR>Pun and Aramere sat quietly listening to the music and sipping thier drinks. Pun had just lifted his glass to his mouth when he saw the old Dwarf. His eyes widened a bit at the sight of the silver bearded Dwarf as he passed by their table.<BR><BR>Aramere looked over at Pun as noticed the expression on his face. "What is it?" he asked.<BR><BR>"That Dwarf." answered Pun nodding his head toward the old Dwarf who was now climbing the stair. "Thats the Dwarf I saw the Mirror. That's him I'm sure of it!"<BR><BR>Aramere turned his head around to have a look, but all he saw was a pair of black boots climbing the steps.<BR><BR>
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Postby Jaxon » Thu Nov 29, 2001 9:01 pm

The Inn was a welcome change from the open road and it was good to sit and enjoy time talking and eating real food. Aramere had found Pun most entertaining and the warmth from the wine was a well deserved respit.<BR><BR>Aramere turned to listen to the flute, it's beautifual melody and soft sweet sound was enchanting. The boy playing it was young but his skill was beyond anything Aramere had ever heard. Even Anriel could not match his skill. Just then a stranger, standing near to the boy drew Aramere's eye while his thoughts and ears were lazily letting the music wash over over him his eye kept coming back to the dark stranger in the red cloak. The music drew his thoughts in...yet this stranger...<BR><BR>The song ended and Pun interupted him, something about a dwarf...<BR><BR><i>"What."</i> said Aramere absently, but when he turned his head back to the boy the song was over and the stranger was gone. When he turned his attention back to Pun, Pun had looked like he'd seen a ghost.<BR><BR><i>"What?"</i> asked Aramere still lost in thought, then he said, <i>"Perhaps it's time you told me more about the Mirror."</i><BR>
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Postby Ecelannar » Fri Nov 30, 2001 6:30 pm

Elanel's thirst had been sated. However, there was one more thing to see to. Food. <BR><BR>Elanel had a small variety of dried foods left, one reason why her thirst was so bad. Also, she was quite confident that she could find some underground moss and herbs that were edible. In Imladris she had learned much about the art of herbs in both food and medicine.<BR><BR>
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Postby enchantress » Sat Dec 01, 2001 12:02 am

She drew her shawl and cloak tighter around her body to keep out the cold breeze. Night was falling and the temperature was dropping rapidly. What they said about desert nights being very cold as opposed to the days was completly right. <BR>The buildings she spotted a few hours ago were now, ever slowly, coming closer and closer. It was amazing how greatly inaccurate her distance approximation was in these desert conditions. By her estimate, they should have reached the buildings some hour ago, yet a vast expanse of sand still separated horse and rider from the tangible signs of habitation. <BR><BR>She rode in silence, stopping only once to pull one of the last pieces of lembas out of her pack and consuming it absent mindedly. Lembas was usually a savory meal, but after living on it for weeks, she no longer felt the pleasure of its taste in her mouth. It was mere nourishment. That should keep her for a full day at most, she thought. The thought of any kind of a freshly prepared, warm meal caused Miryanna to press her heels harder into Prima's sides. The animal was compliant, but it was clear that she was running on the very last of her energy stores. <BR><BR><i>There will be wheat for you soon, I promise. Im afraid you won't find any succulent grass in these parts though.</i><BR><BR>She said sadly, patting the horse's face.<BR><BR><i>I promise you a stay in Rohan once all this is over. You will eat your fill of the best grass in Arda and see your family too. I could never have wished for a better horse. You're unbelievable.</i><BR><BR>Smiling at the animal, she raised her eyes once again to look ahead, and to her surprise, the walls of the strange settlement were now very near. With her keen elven sight she discerned that two riders guarded the unimpressive gate, and that one of them had spotted her and rode a short distance forward, as if to greet her. The conglomerate of dwellings looked more like an outpost than a proper city, but any place with shelter and provisions was now a blessing.<BR><BR><i>What do you know, Prima, its better than what I expected! I would be content with an oasis, and to have an outpost - we seem to be in luck! Guarantee of warm stable, wheat and hay for you tonight.</i><BR><BR>She patted Prima's face again, and the horse, as if she understood, neighed softly in contentment.<BR><BR>The guard stood motionless; his dark, piercing eyes fixed upon her form, like on a moving target. <BR>She knew little of the Sagath. In all her travels about Arda, she had never met any. She knew what they looked like and she knew that they were unrelenting and often savage proud warriors. People of great passion and some power to go with it. A dangerous mix, in her eyes at least. She hoped the guards would let her in without a hassle. Tired and thirsty, trouble was the last thing she wanted.<BR><BR>The rider stopped at a distance and waited for her to approach.
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Postby Hunter » Sat Dec 01, 2001 3:09 am

Eyes still on the stairway, Pun’s face was ashen and pale, drained even of the color that had come to it during the day in the sun. <i>“I’m sure of it…”</i> he whispered again and closed his eyes.<BR><BR>*******<BR><BR>He was back in Lorien…the high hedges he had found and garden inside…never had he seen such beauty and splendor enclosed in one place…He had followed a steep flight of stairs down into a green hollow. The stillness of the surrounding air and the feeling of timelessness swept over him again as he remembered… The cool, soft green of the mosses covering the rocks under his feet…on his face, the touch of mist from the stream is it flowed like a silver ribbon in the moonlight from the hillside above. <BR> <BR>And the Lady Galadriel herself standing before him is if in a dream. <BR><BR><i>“You have answered my call as I knew you would.”</i> She had told Pun, taking his hand and leading him forward.<BR><BR>Stopping near a silver basin, wide and shallow, nestled on a pedestal carved in the shape of twining tree branches, Galadriel touched his chin with her finger, raising his eyes to meet hers. He had been lost for a moment in the shinning pools of her gray eyes until she smiled and spoke softly.<BR><BR><i>“Yes, I see it in your eyes…”</i> <BR><BR><i>“See what, my Lady?”</i> Pun had barely dared to answer, his voice, a whisper fading into silence.<BR><BR>She had just smiled and turned, drawing forth a silver pitcher, filling it from the flowing stream to pour into the basin. Gently she blew her breath across the water’s surface, then waited for the water to still. <BR><BR><i>“Look and see what you may,”</i> said the soft voice of Galadriel. <i>“You might find your answer there.”</i><BR><BR>*******<BR><BR><i>“What?”</i> asked Aramere still lost in thought, then he said, <i>“Perhaps it’s time you told me more about the Mirror.”</i><BR><BR><i>“I…I…saw that Dwarf in the Mirror.”</i> Pun stammered; color rushing back to his face when he realized that Aramere was staring at him.<BR><BR><i>“You’ve said that three times already. Pun what else did you see?”</i> Aramere told him, watching as Pun took a deep breath and shook his head.<BR><BR><i>“I saw myself…and you. We were riding together.”</i> Pun answered hesitantly; he didn’t know if he should tell Aramere everything that he had seen. <BR><BR><i>“So that is why you came with me,”</i> Aramere said with a smile and he relaxed. <i>“But what of this Dwarf you claim to have seen?”</i> <BR><BR><i>“They were images that faded in and out of each other. There was a red castle and then the Dwarf…”</i> <BR><BR>He would not tell Aramere of the pool of blood near the feet of the Dwarf, nor the foes that he smote with his axe. Not even about the blue robe he had seen himself wearing. Those images had frightened Pun and when he had asked the Lady Galadriel what the images had meant she had told him, <i>“The images you see may be what was, what is now or what may be. I cannot answer for those images seen through your eyes, only you may do so.”</i> <BR><BR><i>“I don’t know why I saw him, I only know what I saw."</i> Pun said, suddenly weary, rubbing his face with his hands and closing his eyes. His head had begun to ache and his eyes were burning. Probably too much sun, he thought, and surely he had had too much wine to drink.<BR><BR><i>“I’m tired Aramere. I think I’ll get us a room and lie down for a bit.”</i><BR>
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Postby Aglanor » Sat Dec 01, 2001 10:03 am

After two days, spending time lying in the sun, eating cocos, drinking cocosmilk and hunting lions, Angurth decided to hit the road again. He saddled up Nightshade, and went out of the oasis, with a bag full of meat and fruit and a full waterbag. He decided to head southwest, in the direction of Dorwinion borders. Though he would never cross the border. People there did not like to see a tribal warrior in their lands. He might come across a town, but the would not be for at least two days. He looked at the sun, which was barely awake itself, and shone dimly on the horizon. It was 6 o' clock in the morning. Angurth got on Nightshade, and the horse went into gallop, with renewed energy from the two-days break. Southwest, away from the sun. Away from the light.
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Postby asaris » Sat Dec 01, 2001 10:23 am

Curufë had turned south two days ago, and still he stayed within sight of the desert. He had studied maps of this area before he left Imladris, but few of them had any detail at all, and none had much. It was rare for any elf, much less one of the Valaquendi, to journey this far east. <i>They've probably only seen dark elves,</i> Curufë thought. But the maps did mark the town of Dorwin, along the Sea of Rhun. Curufë wanted to go there, at some point, but he had time. He thought he should turn east again once he could see the hills that surrounded the town. <i>This is pleasant,<i> he thought. <i>I'm glad I decided to leave Imladris for a while.</i>
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Postby Ecelannar » Sat Dec 01, 2001 12:27 pm

Elanel did not have to search far for her meal. There was much growing around the edge of the underground pool. Pins of light from openings above cast enough light for her to see around. <BR><BR>After her meal, Elanel gathered as much water as her containers could carry. Also, she harvested some of the leftover roots and herbs. Then she returned to the tunnel refreshed and ready to continue. She struggled once again through the tunnel and reached the incline, now a decline. However, she was forced to stop short. <BR><BR>The sandstorm had been massive, so massive that it had blocked all hope for Elanel to leave the cave through the entrance. All the way up to the incline was blocked by sand and fallen rocks. Elanel was forced to return. Perhaps there was another way out.
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Postby Magpie Jen » Sat Dec 01, 2001 12:40 pm

Before following his flute-playing companion into the common room, Mazur negotiated a night's stay with the innkeep...<BR><BR>"That'll be 10 silvers, Lord...?" The wiry innkeeper leaned forward with a twisted grin.<BR><BR>"No Lord, my friend. I'm only a merchant, <b>Emmez</b>, out of Dorwin." Mazur raised an eyebrow, "And so perhaps it wouldn't be fair to charge me a Lord's rates."<BR><BR>The innkeep cast a sharp eye over the man, too strong to be no merchant, this one. "Ah. Well Emmez, I've been meaning to ask a merchant from Dorwin for what the cost of olives might be, the inn running low and all, and wanting to find the best price. Fine olives they grow in the hills of Dorwin."<BR><BR>"5 silvers a barrel, for medium grade. 6 for premium." Mazur answered without pause, "I would be happy to arrange a shipment."<BR><BR>"No, no need for now. But just since you're so obliging, that'll be 5 silvers for the bed and board." The innkeep knew quite well how much olives for Dorwin were going for, and so, it seemed, did Emmez.<BR><BR>Before entering the common room, Mazur stopped by his room and had a closer look at himself. He took out his knife and 'trimmed' his curling black hair, making the edges rougher. Must remember not to shave tomorrow, he thought. But all in all, he was sure no one who had known Mazur, the Herald of the Lord of the Blood and Fire, except his closest friends, would see anyone other than Emmez, the merchant of Dorwin.<BR><BR>*<BR><BR>The sweet, quirky music of the flute greeted him, and so did the press of humanity in the common room... but wait, not quite all Men. Was that a Dwarf? A wonder, here in Raynan. Curiosity flared in his heart, and he resolved to find a chance to speak to the Dwarf, probably under the pretense at least of trade.<BR><BR>But for now, Mazur found a seat near the flute and grinned encouragingly at the boy, tossing a good amount of coin into the bucket.<BR><BR>Under the spell of the music -- the boy would probably be the best in a place much larger than Raynan -- Mazur missed when the Dwarf disappeared, perhaps he would find a chance later. There was still some business he needed to attend to.<BR><BR>He turned to his neighbour with an open smile, "Good evening, there. I'm in the market for a horse. Any chance there would be one to be found in Raynan?"
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Postby eliana » Sat Dec 01, 2001 1:17 pm

<i>As Khaile and Moran traveled they noticed the town on the horizon.</i><BR><BR>Well, I supose i had to get supplies some time. </i> Khaile sighed. <i>But in Raynan?</i> They had been traveling in the Hills of Shadows for some time. Very rarely did they have to make contact with any form of civilazation. Khaile was an adept hunter and knew much about plants, but when his boots started to wear out he prefered to replace them with a proffessionally crafted pair. <BR><BR>The wolf at his side whined and looked up him.</i> You know you can't go in with me Moran. I'll have enough trouble getting them to let me pass alone. Maybe we should have gone to Ramal after all. Oh well, we're already here. <BR><BR><i>When they were close enough to see the guard Moran stopped and Khaile bent over and scratched his head.</i> I'll be out as soon as i can, believe me.<BR><BR><i>Khaile made his way toward the guard. It took Khaile some time to convince the guard to let him pass. He even had to display his shoe as evidence for why he was there. Even then he knew once he entered the city he would be watched closely, he wasn't liked here. It was known he was somewhat of a strange character, calling no place home with no past, wandering aimlessly with his wolf and avoiding people. He found the cobbler just as he was about to close up for the night, but, since the boots Khaile wanted were made to last a long time with very strong leather and skill, the cobbler welcomed the order, and when Khaile offered him extra money to have them ready by morning the man promised it would be done. After that Khaile went to the inn and found a chair by the fire to warm up a bit before turning in.</i> Since I'm here <i>he though</i> I might as well eat a good meal, <i>so he ordered.</i>
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