SB's Challenge: Trouble in the South

Pull out your pack and head on down to the Prancing Pony for some great Role Playing (try to stay in character)!

Postby SmaugsBane » Wed Apr 17, 2002 7:49 am

<i>The Spring of the thirty-seventh year of the fourth age of Middle Earth had been an especially warm one. Particularly in the bustling port city of Dol Amroth in the south of Gondor. <BR><BR>The Cutlass & Anchor Inn, a drinking establishment upon the quay in the harbor district of Imrahil’s city, had seen a healthy increase in business as mariner and merchant, traveler and townsfolk sought to quench the thirst brought on by the heat. <BR><BR>Presently, it was about an hour before sundown on a unseasonably balmy April afternoon. The wind blowing off the sea offered little respite for the Cutlass’ overheated patrons. The cries of the gulls and the smell of salt air and fresh fish wafted in through the open shutters and sashes of the Inn. <BR><BR>In the darkest corner of the Cutlass, a pair of easterners, cloaked in black-one a man, the other a woman-bearing curved blades at their sides, drank red wine and spoke in hushed tones. <BR><BR>At the small round tables scattered throughout the common room, several Elvish folk of mixed origin sat together in groups of two or three. Many elves had begun to take residence in the coastal cities since the fall of Sauron and the beginning of the new age. Their yearning for the sea was very strong, even if many were not yet ready to take the final journey into the west and say good-bye to Middle Earth.<BR><BR>A silky-voiced Bard with a beautifully gilt harp alternates between performing his tunes and attempting to convince the patrons that it is lucky to buy a beer for a bard. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>At the bar, a tall stately gentleman in the sable livery of the city guard of Minas Tirith spoke with the proprietor and barkeep, Nathaniel, “Nathan,” Sailsetter. The man was sent to gather news of a sinister development in Dol Amroth and other coastal cities and villages in the area. <BR><BR>Over the last fortnight, 27 people have been murdered as they slept. Someone or something has entered the homes of unsuspecting townsfolk, and decapitated them as they slept, taking the heads as they went. Four entire families, including two infant children had been beheaded, a group of three sailors sleeping in a bunkhouse in Edhellond, and last night, a pair of newly arrived Silvan elves, who were camping in the hills just outside of Dol Amroth. <BR><BR>This was in fact, the topic of conversation at the Inn that day – and in all of Dor-en-Ernil. Although there had not yet been a single living witness to the crimes, rumours began to surface about who might be committing the hideous acts of violence. Some said roving bands of Easterling or Haradrim ruffians were to blame. Others spoke in hushed tones about ghosts from the deep places under the White Mountains. Still other folk claimed to have seen the black sails of the Corsairs of Umbar returning to the shores of Gondor. Pirates, wraiths, and madmen were also mentioned among the possible culprits.<BR><BR>It was thusly ensconced in quiet conversation about evil deeds that the patrons of the Cutlass & Anchor Inn, and all of Dol Amroth settled in for the supper hour.</u><BR><BR>_________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>So begins SmaugsBane's Challenge, to join, please go to the <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=43688">Word Aside thread </a>and read the first post there.
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Postby Vanaladiel » Thu Apr 18, 2002 10:28 am

The door to the Inn opens and a tall Elf warrior from Mirkwood strides in and heads straight to the bar.<BR><BR>"Hey friend I will take a pint!" He looks around the room to see who all the patrons are.<BR><BR>As the pint is placed in front of him he throws his coins down on the counter, "Thanks!" and drinks a long draught off of the mug.<BR><BR>Eyeing several of the patrons he can tell there is some tension in the room, but not being from the area he is unaware of any happenings in these parts. <BR><BR>Slowly he moves to table away from the door but with full view of all the patrons and the door. Taking the seat he warily watches wondering what has this place so up tight. Listening to conversations around the room he gathers that there is someone murdering people of all ages in the area during the night as they sleep. When he heard that elves had been some of the victims his senses came alive. <BR><BR>Now he has a vested interest as he was to meet some friends here and they were not present! He thinks how he can find out when all this started and when the elves had been killed and if their names were known. He ponders his approach to the story as the waitress comes up to see if he needed another drink.<BR><BR>"Yes, thank you!" he told her and she walked away.<BR><BR>When she came back with his pint he asked her quietly, "Do you mind telling me when all this started happening with the killings and all? You see I have some friends that are not here and they were suppose to be here a couple days ago at least!"
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Postby Leoba » Thu Apr 18, 2002 10:35 am

<i>Culanir leant in closer over the bar, trying to hear more clearly what the innkeeper, Nathaniel, was telling him. </i><BR><BR>“…and the latest one was only last night, right here in the city and only five doors from this very spot. No-one has spoken of anything else for days, the women and children are living in fear. And let me tell you, if matters get any worse, as though they could……”<BR><BR><i>The Gondorian guard put his hand up to hush the verbose bartender. </i> “One moment please, Nathaniel, I can barely hear myself think in here, let alone take in your tidings.” <i>The air was stuffy with smoke and the heat of a long day and Culanir’s tense mood had not been improved by the evening’s entertainment. </i> “I’ll quiet that Bard down a bit and then maybe we can get to grips with the details”, <i>he muttered ,only ever so slightly under his breath as he wiped the beads of sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his tunic. <BR><BR>The Bard, sitting a few stools further down the bar had gathered quite a crowd around him as he sang. The audience burst into rapturous applause, calling for more as they shouted, cheered and stamped their feet in appreciation. Culanir saw his opportunity, tugged his black tunic straight and approached the owner of the harp. </i><BR><BR>“Master Bard, you tell a fabulous tale and it would indeed be a pleasure to hear another. But singing must be thirsty work; please, allow me to buy you a beer to moisten those vocal chords.”<BR><BR>
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Postby Lanuviel » Thu Apr 18, 2002 10:37 am

<i>Lanuviel paused outside the Cutlass & Anchor, deliberating over whether she should enter. Deciding finally that she should, she entered, but kept her hood up. Seating herself, she ordered herself a honey mead, and drank it slowly, eyeing the people in the bar.</i>
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Postby LadayGaladriel » Thu Apr 18, 2002 11:09 am

<i>LG arose from where she was sitting, she wandered over to the bar, thinking she could hear some latest new's on the murders. She received the drink she ordered and caught eye contact with Lanuviel.<BR><BR> After Lanuviel had broken contact with her, LG kept a close eye on her, but as a fact, she kept her eye on everybody, because for all she knew, the murderer could be sitting in that very room, under disguise.</i><BR>"Would you like another?"<i> A voice of a bartender had awoken her from her deep thoughts.</i><BR>"No, I am fine thank you" <i> Was LG's reply before she wandered off to further her thoughts..</i>
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Postby SmaugsBane » Thu Apr 18, 2002 11:34 am

<i>The comely barmaid, who was fascinated and enthralled by elves, brought the Mirkwood warrior another pint and proceeds to tell the same tale that Nathan is giving to Culanir. Except, in true rumor fashion, it wasn't 5 doors down and last night, it was last week and 2 villages south. She relates that she heard a its actually a plague brought down upon the seaside communities by Ulmo.<BR><BR>It was thus in each conversation in the Cutlass that night. The tales continued to grow each time they were told. And the townsfolk got more and more tense with each hushed telling.<BR><BR>Nathan called the barmaid to begin serving the guests dinner - a fine fish chowder, fresh bread and butter, and dried apples spiced with cinnamon from last fall's harvest.<BR><BR>She reluctantly left the elf's company and began distributing the meal to all those who wanted it.</i>
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Postby Maldeloth » Thu Apr 18, 2002 12:04 pm

<i>Another elf walks in. she was young and looked confused.she walked up to the bar and ordered a pint. when she received the drink she motioned to lanuviel </i><BR><BR>"excuse me.Can you tell me what is going on here? I heard two men talking outside.They talked about very mysterious things.I'm a complete stranger here, but I know there are some unusual tensions here who could never be here because I've heard this was a very friendly place. Do you know more?"
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Postby Kaolin » Thu Apr 18, 2002 12:40 pm

<i>A Half-breed walked in. He didn't show reconginiztion for anyone in the room as he went to the bar and ordered a drink. He then turned around to see if there was anyone he might of know here. He could hear the rumors of the killings and was some what intriged but didn't show any intrest yet in it.</i>
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Postby Draugath » Thu Apr 18, 2002 12:47 pm

Draugath strode up to the door of the Cutlass & Anchor. He came here for a drink or two every third day to take in the gossip from other places than his home city. This night there wasn't much talk other than that about the recent murders.<BR><BR>Taking his usual seat, Draugath ordered an ale. Sitting back he let the rumours fly around him, focusing in on those that seemed more informed than others.<BR><BR>Well there was one group at least that was paying no thought to the recent happenings. A Bard sat near the bar surrounded by a large and noisy crowd. A loud roar went up at the culmination of the latest song. Draugath nodded politely as a man turned and said "That was the best version of that tale I've heard yet! Great entertainment tonight! Great!"<BR><BR>
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Thu Apr 18, 2002 5:03 pm

<i>A Telerian elf sat with her ears perked for details about the murders. She did not know what to believe, but her other elven friends at the table were quietly processing the newest information they heard from the barmaid.</i><BR><BR><i>She stood and walked to the bar, surprised to see a Gondorian knight she knew.</i><BR><BR>Culanir? <i>She spoke softly. Perhaps the Gondorian would ignore her, as she had left in the midst of battle suddenly. She hoped that he would recognise her.</i>
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Postby SmaugsBane » Thu Apr 18, 2002 5:21 pm

<i>The meal had been eaten, the sun had set and the mood in the common room had darkened with the sky. <BR><BR>Erinhue was still plying his trade. Several mariners were intently watching his hands as they deftly shuffled three bent cards face down on a table. <BR><BR>The elves were still sitting and talking in hushed tones in the sultry night air. <BR><BR>Nathan and his barmaid were using the time to clean up now that business had begun to wind down.
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Postby Vanaladiel » Thu Apr 18, 2002 5:31 pm

When the waitress came back by him, Pelleram gladly accepted the dinner as he hadn't eaten for some time. The food was satisfying to the belly and would even hold over a hungry elf.<BR><BR>He continued to watch the patrons and the goings on as it seemed that some were more than concerned with the happenings of late. <BR><BR>Still concerned with his missing friends he wondered what could have detained them. They weren't the kind to not make appointed meetings. So once again he is curious about the elves that had been killed.<BR><BR>After eating and finishing his drink he decides to move about the place and listen in on different conversations. He first moves up to the bar by the Barkeeper. Listening to all that he was telling anyone who would listen to him. Taking notice again of the patrons and all the goings on in the Inn.<BR><BR>So placing his money on the bar, Pelleram starts a conversation with the barkeep.<BR><BR>"So friend, tell me about the people whom have been murdered? I hear tell that some were elves? Can you tell me anything about them? Where were they found? Were they from around here??" he queried hoping to find out news of his friends.<BR><BR>Then listening contently he didnt receive any news that would help him so he decided to move around a bit more and get to know some of the patrons.
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Postby Liendle » Thu Apr 18, 2002 7:16 pm

<i>Liendle sat at a table alone staring into her honey mead. There were too many questions and no clear place to begin looking for answers. This grizzly business was becoming more and more unsettling. There was no pattern, no rhyme or reason to the victims...at least not at first glance. All races, all ages and decaptitation...why? what does the head contain? the brain? the eyes? the tongue? She shuddered. She hadn't been certain why she had been drawn to Dol Amroth - but she had the feeling she was precisely where she was meant to be. She had taken a room here at the Cutlass & Anchor...and here she was, so engrossed in her own thoughts that she was ignoring the swirl of the people around her. She closed her eyes took a deep breath and focused. Surely there were people here she should talk to...share her thoughts with. She opened her eyes, looked up from her honey mead and surveyed the room. Her eyes met the eyes of another elf. She smiled at him and motioned him over to join her. Pelleram nodded, picked up his pint and moved toward her table.</i>
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Postby erinhue » Thu Apr 18, 2002 7:19 pm

This unusual April brought gentle weather but unsettling times. The port city of Dol Amroth was no weigh station town it was large and urbane and used to its share of crime both heinous and petty. The events of the last fortnight, and who really knew when it all began, had cast a pall over the city that generally would have celebrated the fair weather and clear skies.<BR><BR>Celebration was crowded from the minds of the citizens by thoughts of mysterious and terrifying deaths. Terrible murders in the middle of the night, death without warning that struck at rich and poor, young and old alike had the populace shaken but the dreadful aspect of being beheaded in one’s sleep had the city unnerved. <BR><BR> The taverns and inns were more and more crowded every night as the gruesome series continued and the mysterious deaths mounted. Anxious to quell the panic threatening to strangle the city, Imrahil had his favorite scout hard at work. Every night, Erinhue sang in a different tavern. The Cutlass and Anchor was proving to be fertile ground.<BR><BR>Everyone in Dol Amroth knew him so he would have to conduct his quest for information out in the open. To justify his pub hopping he had a very public disagreement with the proprietor of his usual haunt when in town, The Squire’s Inn. The argument became heated and then really caught fire when it woke Erinhue’s dragonharp. Enraged, Agarak spat a ball of fire at the startled innkeeper who leaped aside in time to avoid being roasted. Half of his main taproom did not escape and the bard was in search of a new base of operations.<BR><BR>The Cutlass and Anchor was everything its name threatened and then some. The patrons were a widely varied bunch. There were Elves, at least two separate groupings of them, in attendance and a few Erinhue recognized as Easterlings by their clothes. Dol Amroth’s home grown criminal element was well represented and there were many other strange folk gathered in the tavern tonight.<BR><BR>As he finished the last verse (to date)of Morgan's Joy, the tavern was all abuzz. A few patrons sang the chorus again in hopes of encouraging the bard to continue. <BR><BR> A Knight of Minas Tirith stepped away from the bar and offered a drink. Erinhue flashed a wide grin at the man and happily accepted. When the man returned with full pint instead of a half Erinhue took it as a sign that someone wanted quiet for awhile.<BR><BR>So be it, it was for him to get to work anyway, Erinhue thought as he savored the tall cold beer. The bard watched the man return to his place at the bar. He looked familiar and a name surfaced to go along with the face. Culanir yes that was it, Beliran knew him. Erinhue made a note to ask his brother about the man and finished the beer. He set Agarak on the floor near the hearth and took out a deck of cards. Men liked to talk when they played cards, at least they did when the played with him. Erinhue smiled and kissed the tiny chunk of limestone set into Mythweaver his empowered ring.<BR><BR><BR>Erinhue watched the men watch his hands as he moved the cards about. He let them see exactly which card was where because he wanted the man in the feathered cap to win the pot. This one seemed as if he might actually know something more than rumor and fear fed gossip and Erinhue wanted him to be happy. A happy mark was much easier to take.
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Postby Vanaladiel » Thu Apr 18, 2002 8:54 pm

After grabbing his drink off the counter he headed over to the table of the young elven maiden who had waved him over.<BR><BR>"Hello, my name is Pelleram! I am at your service, my lady!" He smiled and pointing at the chair, "May I join you?"<BR><BR>He sat down and inquired, "What may I ask is your name, my lady?"<BR>She answered him with her name, Liendle, which he found very pretty for the beautiful elf maiden.<BR><BR>"So are you from around here? I am new to the area and was suppose to meet some friends but they have not shown!" His concern was written on his face.<BR><BR>"What brings you to the Cutlass this night?" He was asking with real interest. "What do make of all these killings?"<BR><BR>They continued in conversation for some time when he suddenly waved for the waitress to bring them more drinks. "I hope you dont mind me ordering you another drink?" she smiled her consent.<BR><BR>The conversation quickly left the doings of the area and went into more personal venues in order for them to get to know each other. So a friendship was forged in the midst of the tragedy.
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Postby Legs_all_lost » Thu Apr 18, 2002 9:08 pm

Erinhue was not the only one working to gather information that evening. Rumors of the foul work afoot in this southern port had already flown in many different directions, even far to the north, by means known only to a very few. A quiet elf sat at a table, sipping a pint of ale. His chin was propped on his palm, and his eyes drooped, as if he was half asleep already. He gazed blearily into his glass, as if deaf and blind to the noise about him. But his casual air belied his true purpose there. His sharp ears carefully followed the many different conversations humming throughout the bar. With eyelids at half-mast, he still noted each and every patron, as they came and went. He himself went virtually unnoticed, just one more drunk getting drunker. But then . . . he showed no outward sign of recognotion, but he knew her the minute she slunk into the tavern. even with her hood up, he'd know that walk anywhere, the shape of her body under the dark cloak. And,of course, she would order honeyed mead! Well, that certainly brought back memories! He smiled inwardly, and rising unsteadily to his feet, he stumbled over to the small table where she sat. As he stood over her, she looked up quickly, suspisciously. With a gasp, recognition lit her face, and was just as quickly smothered again. "Mind if I sit down, Lanuviel?" he grinned down at her.
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Postby Draugath » Thu Apr 18, 2002 9:47 pm

Draugath finished off the bowl of stew that he had ordered after his first ale. He knew that it was about time to get going but there was something in the air tonight. The tension in the city was nearly think enough to cut with a knife.<BR><BR>The buzz of talk in the Inn filled Draugath's ears as he leaned back in his seat and sipped at his second ale. A group of men sat in one corner and thier conversation seemed interesting until he tuned out the rest of the talk<BR><BR>"No, no, no. It was the Mate that said it. The captain was nowhere in sight......Well of course the First Mate would know what had been loaded at the last port....."<BR><BR>Sighing, Draugath turned his attention back to his ale. That at least was more interesting than listening to trade talk. Maybe he should get going after all.<BR><BR>Suddenly Draugath felt something brush past his leg. Moving as fast as a striking serpent he reached down and grabbed onto the thing. Pulling his catch above the table he shook his head. A cat. Somehow a cat had gotten into the Inn. Smiling he set the thing on the chair beside him then set the remaining stew on the seat also. The cat went at the stew as if it hadn't eaten in days, which from the look of it was likely true.<BR><BR>"So my friend, what news?" Draugath asked the cat in a low voice.<BR><BR>The cat looked at the man, then gave a little flirt of his tail, a feline shrug. "All sorts, depends what your looking for." If any had been sitting close enough they would have heard nothing but a purr. Draugath however had learned at an early age that he could understand the words of animals, some more clearly than others. <BR><BR>Reaching into his pocket, Draugath pulled out a piece of fish wrapped in canvas that he had saved from his lunch. "How about you start with what the Gaurds know of the murders."<BR><BR>The cat took the fish gratefully and twitched his whiskers. "Sorry to dissapoint you, but all they know is what you've likely heard around here. Twenty-seven killed by beheading. Two of them were elves. Two were mere babes." The cat bristled at the last, he loved children and the calous murder of innocents did not sir well with him.<BR><BR>"I expected it actually. There's always a leak in the Gaurds no matter how close-mouthed they try to be. If there had been anything significant I would've heard something of it by now." Draugath sat back again. "Thank you for the help my friend."<BR><BR>"No problem," the cat purred back. Silently he slipped off the chair and out the door as another customer left for home.
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Postby Friend » Thu Apr 18, 2002 10:17 pm

<i>Elanor sat near a grouping of elves, and yet apart from them, wary, scanning the bar uneasily. She had come to the town alone, to visit an old friend… but had found him murdered. Her eyes glazed over as she thought of how she had found him… first knocking on the door to his house, and then forcing her way in, calling his name… and finding him, crumpled on the floor, head... <BR><BR>She shook her own head, and wiped a tear from her eye. That elf never should have moved from Mirkwood! And now it was too late. She angrily kicked at the leg of the table she was sitting at. <BR><BR>There was no use destroying the property of the inn, however, and as of now, there was nothing she could do about the murderer. Perhaps one of the patrons knew something. She glanced about the bar. Most seemed engaged in conversations. Maybe she would wait a bit, watching the behavior of the bar-goers. The elf fingered her bow before putting it out of sight, and leaning back in her chair. Elanor asked the barkeep quietly for another ale, and when it was brought to her, she downed it quickly, trying to forget about dear Faneril… now lost to her, save by memory. </i><BR>
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Postby Lanuviel » Fri Apr 19, 2002 9:47 am

<i>Lanuviel had been startled when she was approached by one elf, but two... she had not recognised the first one, but knew the second one immediately. Waving her friend over to a seat next to her, she turned to the stranger, and answered quickly so she could catch up on times with her friend.</i><BR>I know not... I, too, have yet to be here a day.<BR><i>While the stranger slunk off to ask someone that might know, Lanuviel turned to greet her friend, masking the joy that would have been on her face by taking a mouthful of mead.</i><BR>Vedui, eldar - it's good to see you again! What is it that brings you here?<BR>
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Postby Legs_all_lost » Fri Apr 19, 2002 12:27 pm

Remedial grinned broadly as he took a seat at the small table.The fresh spring breeze had turned with the coming of dark, and now blew off the water.The door to the tavern was open, and the draft made the candles' flames jump and writhe. Looking at Lanuviel's face in the flickering light, the memories of their last . . . parting ran through his mind. He rubbed his head thoughtfully. There was a slight lump there still. But at least it didn't hurt anymore.<BR>"So, my friend! It's been, what . . . six months since we last met? Are you quite over your . . . frustration? I'm sorry. I never really got a chance to explain. Of course it is rather difficult to offer apologies and explanantions when someone is breaking a wine bottle over one's head, and trying to skewer one at the same time. perhaps now,though, you've had a chance to . . . cool down a little?" Remedial crossed his arms and propped his elbows on the table, leaning forward. He raised an eyebrow, and hoped to god Lanuviel wouldn't hall off and punch him! Now that would certainly blow his cover!
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Postby Draugath » Fri Apr 19, 2002 1:14 pm

It was getting late. Now that Draugath's informant and spy had confirmed the information that he already had there was no reason to stick around longer. After swirling the last mouthfull of ale around the bottom of the mug, Draugath gulped it down and set the mug on the table. Leaving the money on the table, Draugath settled his cloak about his shoulders and left the Inn. <BR><BR>It was a beautiful night. The stars were out and shining brightly over the harbor. The breeze off the water tugged at his cloak as he truged towards home, just ten blocks away.
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Postby erinhue » Fri Apr 19, 2002 1:38 pm

Erinhue allowed the man in the cap to win nearly half the coins won in The Bull and Boxer on the previous night. The man had just come from trading in the East and spoke of a similar string of murders that had occured in the deep of winter. He laughed dryly at how his road lead him west just as whatever it was moved in the same direction. The man raked in his coin and joked that he could now afford a better class of warding amulet.<BR><BR>Surrendering to the night's seeming ill fortune, Erinhue put the cards away and took his empty tankard to the bar. When the tavern closed he would go make a report to the Prince and then see how things played out.<BR><BR>"Good bard." the Gondorean guardsman, Culanir called out as Erinhue reached the polished wood bar. "I'll refill that tankard, if you sing us "Frodo of the Nine Fingers."<BR><BR>"For one mere tankard, friend," Erinhue called back, "you get only two fingers."<BR><BR><BR>The retort set those nearby to laughing. Erinhue had his beer and went to fetch his harp.<BR>
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Postby Leoba » Fri Apr 19, 2002 2:41 pm

<i>Culanir had to get his money’s worth, so paused and listened to the Bard’s song, even though the hour was growing late and the bar was getting empty. He leaned an elbow against the bar and closed his eyes, losing himself in the song. It reminded him of his childhood and the stories and songs he had been raised on, in the verdant fiefdom of Ithilien. <BR><BR>He jumped slightly as he felt a light hand on his shoulder. Opening his green eyes, he was staring directly into the stormy grey eyes of a very attractive Elf-maiden. All of a sudden he was very alert indeed!</i><BR><BR>“Culanir?” <i>The Elf seemed to know his name, but for the life of him he just couldn’t place her.</i> “It’s me, Lurea, Lord Nenya’s sister.”<BR><BR><i>The amorous thoughts vanished as quickly as they had arisen. Lord Nenya was Culanir’s commanding officer and therefore any inappropriate attentions towards his sister would not be too kindly received. He respectfully kissed the delicate hand and smiled warmly at Lurea.</i><BR><BR>“My lady, it’s good to see a familiar face so far from home. I’m sure you have made arrangements for the night but if you have any trouble, feel free to call upon me; I am lodging with the captain of the eastern gate.” <i>He just about managed to resist the urge to wink at her.</i> “In the meantime, may I buy you a night cap?”<BR><BR><i>Lurea nodded in the affirmative and Culanir procured a double brandy for each of them, which he knocked back and she sipped delicately, as the Bard continued to regale them with his tale.</i><BR><BR>“Well, I must be off” <i>Culanir was thinking of the further beers and companionship which awaited in the guardroom. Thumping his empty glass down a little harder than intended, he nodded to the Bard, who seemed strangely unconcerned about his loss at cards, and strode off into the cloudless night.<BR><BR><BR>As Culanir rounded the corner away from the quayside he caught a slight movement out of the corner of his eye, as a cloak swished on the light evening sea breeze. Instinctively his hand went to the hilt of his blade Narmacil. But as the moon beamed down, glinting on the silver falcon-shaped brooch, he caught sight of the lurker and recognised him as one of the Inn‘s customers, scurrying off down a side alley. He considered following and took one step in that direction, but was torn between his natural curiosity and his equally natural desire for a drink. That one footstep echoed on the cobbles and the other man looked round. Culanir thought better of it. Bravery was one thing when you could see your quarry and knew your ground. Quite another when surrounded by the sort of tall tales which had been swirling around his ears that evening. </i><BR><BR>
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Fri Apr 19, 2002 3:42 pm

<i>Lurea's lip curled into a wry smile as the officer went on his way. The young lad was certainly gallant, but he did forget that she was no mere pushover. She could fight against the most insidious creatures of Mordor and come out on top every time. <BR><BR>He must have forgotten Alcarin, she thought to herself. The blade shimmered in reply at her side, but she silenced it mentally. <BR><BR>Motioning to the barmaid, she asked for another drink. Downing it quickly now that the other knight was gone, she decided to go sit out on one of the docks and watch the stars appear in the midnight blue sky.</i>
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Postby Vanaladiel » Fri Apr 19, 2002 8:56 pm

As Pelleram left the Inn he headed south to the edge of town where he had a room rented at the boarding house there. The room had been arranged some months before by the friends that were now missing. So the room was waiting for him when he arrived earlier that day.<BR><BR>As he walked he looked around the town to see what the layout was for the nice little community. He walked and wandered about in no particular rush to get anywhere. The stars were already coming out and people were clearing off the streets. Everything was quiet. Too quiet for him to be very comfortable.<BR><BR>The Inn was closing for the night so there were a few people about but most just seemed to disappear. Pel thought if he stayed out in the open he would be fine so he didnt worry about moving quickly or trying to avoid anyone.<BR><BR>As he sauntered down the road he was very aware of everything, of course, being trained to be a guard of the palace at Mirkwood, his senses were very keen. With his sword by his side he wasn't unarmed so he wasnt worried.<BR><BR>Several times he passed someone going the other direction and being polite he wished them a good evening, this usually brought strange looks and sneers. So this little community was very uptight and protective of itself. Of course no one could blame them.<BR><BR>Finally coming down the road to the boarding house he sees a figure move in the shadows and it attracts his attention. So quietly he moves into the shadows himself and watches to see if the person is up to something of interest. It turned out to be a young couple stealing away a few quiet moments alone so he smiled and went on down the street to the safety of his room. <BR><BR>Once there he inquired again of his friends but still no word or messages for him so he goes to his room and locks the door. Once inside he sets up to stay awake the whole night preparing for the coming day and the reason for his visit to the community.
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Postby Friend » Fri Apr 19, 2002 9:13 pm

<i>Elanor sighed nervously as the various patrons of the bar began to depart, and the inn began to prepare for closing. She had stayed there far too long, just watching the goings-on, and trying to gather any information about the murders from listening to the ongoing conversations. She had learned nothing that she had not already known. <BR><BR>Where was she to stay for the night? Originally she had planned to stay with dear Faneril… but now he was gone. <BR><BR>Elanor turned her head downwards to hide her face. Her emerald eyes shone for a moment with tears, but she quickly gained control of herself. Slowly rising to her feet, the elf approached the barkeep. </i><BR><BR>“Excuse me, but do you have an extra room where I could stay for the night?” <i>she asked. The barkeep eyed her suspiciously. </i><BR><BR>“Aye, we’ve had nothing <i>but</i> rooms, of late. The cost is two silvers, for the night, and one more for every night after that,” <i>he replied, polishing a glass. Most of the customers had left. </i><BR><BR>“That will suit me just fine, sir.” <i>Elanor produced two silvers, and presented them to the barkeep. The man handed her a key, and pointed upstairs.</i><BR><BR>“Fifth room on the right,” <i>he advised the elf. Elanor nodded her head in thanks, and trotted to her room, carrying her small bag of possessions, along with her bow and quiver. Perhaps the morning would bring her answers. She would not sleep well that night, she knew, troubled with images of her dear friend Faneril, both alive and in death, haunted by thoughts of the murderer. With a sigh, she set her things down in her room, and sat down upon the bed, attempting to get what rest she could.<BR>
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Postby orliesmyhusband » Fri Apr 19, 2002 9:22 pm

OOC: whoa whats happening? Im lost im gonna join ne way....<BR><BR>Oricon entered the room. Her flowing blue dress sparkled with light, catching the local patrons eyes. Her elvish light was steady and calm for she was pleased to be among so many diverse people. She was especially glad to find Kaolin there, she thought as he caught her eye. She glided over to the bar and ordered a simple water.
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Postby Draugath » Fri Apr 19, 2002 11:45 pm

Draugath arrived home to the sound of a large crash. Sighing, he pushed open the door to his apartment over the canvas shop. The sight that met him caused him to sigh again.<BR><BR>A gull had flown through the open window and knocked over a lampstand, crashed into the wall, leaving down-feathers behind, and blundered into the empty sword rack. The bird was preening its feathers back into place while standing on the tiny table in the middle of the main room.<BR><BR>"This is just my night isn't it? I hope you don't expect any food from this because I don't have any here." Righting the rack, Draugath set his sword on it then hung his cloak on the hook by the door.<BR><BR>"No reward needed. It's not that kind of news," the bird croaked at Draugath. "The dolphins found a body in the southern reaches of the bay. Just the body, no head." The bird fluffed its feathers a bit then let them settle.<BR><BR>"Another one." Draugath sat down hard on the chair by the table. "I hope that the dolphins will bring him in far enough for the tide to do the rest." He shook his head. This was really begining to scare him. What was the reason for all of this? Why would someone want to kill people and take - Draugath shook his head harder.<BR><BR>"Thank you for letting me know. You better get back to your nest before the missus realizes that you're gone."<BR><BR>"I will. Don't worry, the Gaurd will figure this out, they always do." With that the bird hopped to the window sill and glided out into the night.<BR><BR>"I don't know if even the Gaurd can solve this one," Draugath said to himself. Going to the window, he closed it and locked the shutters. Day would come sooner than he wanted and he had work to do tomorrow.
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Postby Lanuviel » Sun Apr 21, 2002 3:38 am

<i>Lanuviel raised an arched eyebrow. He thought he'd been forgiven? WRONG. Lanuviel was still hurting from that experience, and her look at him told him as much. Remedial sighed, and rose from his seat.</i><BR>"Look, Lanuviel... I'll be at the Dirty Duck inn if you want me..."<BR>The Dirty Duck? I also have a room there... I suppose we'd might as well walk together!<BR><i>Lanuviel attempted to smile at her friend, pushing those bad memories to the back of her mind. Downing her drink, she also rose, and walked with him out of the door.<BR><BR>It was almost dark outside, with a few lonely stars twinkling in the darkening sky. Lanuviel looked up, and blinked slowly, thoroughly enjoying the starlight. Remedial looked across at her, seemingly lost in his own thoughts... they reached the Dirty duck, and walked upstairs, chatting about the latest gossip from where they journeyed from. Reaching Lanuviel's door, they both paused, unsure about what to say next...</i><BR>Goodnight, Remedial... I'll see you tomorrow...<BR><i>Lanuviel stepped inside her room, and sat down on the bed... she had not been expecting to see Remedial again, not after last time they met...</i>
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Postby Legs_all_lost » Sun Apr 21, 2002 1:17 pm

Remedial's thoughts swirled in his head as he walked on down the passage,and up yet another flight of stairs to the tiny room he had taken in the very eaves of the inn. The room was only just big enough for a bed and a small table,with a basin and pitcher on it. Pouring some water into the basin, Remedial dipped his hands in and splashed his face. Was he trying to wash away the memories? Or trying to cleanse a guilty conscience? "It's not as if I did anything wrong . . . really." he muttered to himself. Well, the past could not be undone. He could not go back and change the fact that he had not shown up at the appointed time. And it was obvious that Lanuviel had not forgotten. The hurt in her eyes when she she saw him this evening was more painful to him than the past six months had been.<BR>"Ah, well, that's not what I'm here for anyway!" he reminded himself. He dried his face on a cloth, the exact same one she had once given him such a long time ago, the first time he had ever layed eyes on her in fact. He lay down on the bed and tried to make a visual notebook of all the patrons he had observed at the Anchor that night. He had an excellent memory for faces, as well as facts. And that was one of the many reasons why he was so good at what he did.
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