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 Legs_all_lost » Mon May 06, 2002 12:17 pm

Remedial was much intrigued by the young man's story. In his "profession", Remedial heard much of all the goings on in many different places, bot within middle earth and without. He had heard many years ago of Sir Ianian, and his son, who sat now before him, was not idly boasting in calling his father one of the best swordsmen in Dol Amroth. Remedial had heard long ago of his retirement from the guard. But he had not known of his subsequent death. And in a bar room brawl! That sounded most unlike the noble guardsman he had heard tell of. Well, well. Times change and so do people!<BR><BR>"Well, Draugath, I have heard long ago of your father and his prowess with a sword. His retirement from the guard was a sore loss to the Prince, I'm sure. But I had not heard about his death. I'm sorry for your loss." He considered thoughfully the young man seated across from him, and could very well feel the pain and loneliness of losing the ones you love most. Perhaps this journey would serve another purpose as well, if it brought some adventure and meaning to this man's life.<BR><BR>"With six of us together on our journey, we should be able to keep our heads on our shoulders!" Remedial laughed, but it was a little strained as he thought once again of the close call they had had."Let us take one more drink, to our sucess, and to new friendships formed in trying times!" They raised their galsses together and finished the contents. "And now, I guess sleep may not come, but we should at least get some rest." They made their way back to the room upstairs.<BR><BR>Sitting beside Maldeloth, Remedial asked how she was faring. She seemed tired, but excited at the prospect of tomorrow'sjourney. Wel, make that today's journey, as there were but a few hours left til dawn. Remedial looked over at Lanuviel, and even under the circumstances, his mind could not help but wander to more pleassant times spent with her. Such recollections brought a smile to his lips, and he was very surprised to see that she offered one back, although it was as yet pensive,with all the thoughts whirling through her head. Remedial signed to her, a special sign they had used back when they had been making plans together, and did not necessarily want others to know what they were thinking. He raised his hand and placed it over his heart. It meant "I'm thinking of you and you are here in my heart". Lanuviel's smile grew a little at seeing this old, perhaps a trifle silly, gesture. But she responded all the same, by holding a finger to her temple, meaning "And I am thinking of you, here in my mind."
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Postby Liendle » Tue May 07, 2002 10:24 am

<i>The six companions stayed together in Lanuviels room. They slept or rested, each to their need, for the remainder of the night. Before first light, Liendle quietly slipped out of the room and went to the Cutlass & Anchor to gather her things and settle her account. The streets were quiet as she made her way there. The air was sweet with a morning sea breeze and dawn began to light the horizon. She went to her room, got her pack, went downstairs and left enough gold coins to cover her bill with some to spare. She left another few gold coins with a note for Nathan asking him to please find a trust worthy messenger to deliver her letter to Queen Arwen in Minas Tirith. Then she slipped out and made her way back to the Duck. She entered the room to find the companions as she had left them. There was no need to wake them. If they left for Edhelland that morning they should have no trouble finding a ship to take them up the great river to Lorien. There were elves in Lorien who would want passage back to Edhelland to find a ship to take them west so it would be a profitable trip for the captain. There were plenty of supplies to be had in Edhelland as well so it shouldn?t take long to make arrangements and be on their way. They could make plans for the trip from Lorien to Imladris along the way. Liendle settled back into the chair by the open window and watched as the sky continued to brighten. The weather would be fair. It was a good day to begin</i>
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Postby Draugath » Tue May 07, 2002 9:38 pm

Draugath was amazed that anyone had heard of Sir Ianian outside of Dol Amroth. He was glad though at the same time. He smiled as he lifted his glass to join in the toast to the success of the journey.<BR><BR>The two made thier way upstairs and Draugath settled to the floor near a window and looked out at the stars that were shining brightly. He soon fell asleep to the soft murmur of elven voices.<BR>______________________________________<BR><BR>Draugath awoke to the quiet click of the latch as the door closed behind Liendle as she returned from gathering her things from the Cutlass. He yawned and rubbed his neck, which had a crick in it from sleeping in such an odd possition. He groaned quietly as he remembered that his sword was back at his appartment.<BR><BR>"I'll be back soon," he whispered to Liendle. I have to pack some things together before we go." She nodded to him as he slipped out the door. <BR><BR>Draugath walked quickly to the canvas shop and unlocked his door. Slipping inside he grabbed a clean shirt and trousers and changed into them as he rounded up the rest of his things. Taking up his sword he belted it around his waist. He gathered up his pack and cloak and was on his way out the door when he remembered that he had to write a note to his landlady.<BR><BR>Taking out charcoal and a piece of canvas he sat down and began to write.<BR><BR><i>Dear Mrs. Falthough,<BR>I regret to inform you that I am leaving the city for a time. I must help some friends on thier way home. I will miss your wonderfull breakfasts imensely. Keep the rest of this month's rent and buy something for yourself.<BR>Thankfully yours,<BR>Draugath.</i><BR><BR>Leaving the note and his key on the table outside his door, Draugath made his way back to the Duck and nodded to the elves that were awake as he slipped back in the door.
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Postby Friend » Tue May 07, 2002 10:14 pm

(Ooc: Leoba, Vana, Erinhue, I hope you don’t mind if I move our characters along a bit. If I post something that you would like changed, just let me know, and I’ll edit, okay?<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR><i>Early in the morning, Culanir, rapping sharply at her door, awakened Elanor. Quickly dressing, she stumbled over to the entrance, half-blind with sleep, and opened it.</i><BR><BR>“Yes?” <i>she mumbled. The sun had not yet risen, and she was not thinking or speaking clearly.</i><BR><BR>“Good morning. We have much to do today. Meet me in the parlor, packed and ready to leave in a quarter of an hour.”<BR><BR><i>Culanir gave his instructions quickly, before leaving to awaken the Bard and Pelleram.<BR><BR>Fifteen minutes later, Elanor found herself in the parlor, sitting beside Erinhue, opposite Pelleram, awaiting the arrival of Culanir, who had quickly run off to gather his things. All had their things gathered in their packs, though they still did not know why. Elanor leaned to Erinhue.</i><BR><BR>“Do you know what is going on?” <i>she asked quietly. The Bard simply shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. At that moment, Culanir walked into the room, and stood before the three that were already gathered.</i><BR><BR>“I should guess that you are all wondering why I gathered you here,” <i>he started, but Erinhue piped up from his seat.</i><BR><BR>“And at three in the morning, no less!” <i>The Bard sounded slightly annoyed. He was not accustomed to such hours, no doubt. It was now only half past the hour, and the birds had not yet seen fit to start calling to the morning. </i><BR><BR>“We need to get an early start on the investigation. I have been ordered by the prince to investigate, and he bade me take companions. Shall we take our leave of the palace? I shall offer further explanation once we are in the city.”<BR><BR><i>Culanir did not await their response, but instead turned from the room and strode quickly out of the palace. Elanor, Pelleram, and Erinhue had little choice but to follow.<BR><BR>Within a half hour, the traveler’s steeds had been fetched, and Culanir now sat upon his own horse, standing at the gate leading from the palace. The others mounted without question, Elanor upon her shaggy brown gelding, by the name of Amroth, after the city. <BR><BR>Without a word, Culanir spurred his steed onwards, and so the small party ventured into the city of Dol Amroth, and none saw them leave, for all the palace was in slumber. All, that is, save a shadow that Elanor half-fancied she saw, lurking in an alleyway of the city. She put herself on her guard, and brought up the rear, eyes constantly flickering behind her. She followed close behind Erinhue, listening to see if Culanir would indeed offer more details about the investigation.
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Postby Maldeloth » Wed May 08, 2002 12:14 am

<i>Maldeloth didn't sleep all night cause she was thinking to long. She waked Lenias.</i><BR>Rise and shine dear! Today is my big day.<BR><BR><i>She turned to Remedial.</i><BR>What are your plans for the road? Cause I presume you made that.<BR>I'll say that we should take the most safest and quickest.<BR>I'm going to get my things in the other room.<BR><BR><i>She walked through the hallway to her room and got all her stuff; her Lembas, bow, little sword and some blankets.</i><i>She came back in the room and looked at her new friends. She sighed.</i>
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Postby Leoba » Wed May 08, 2002 8:18 am

<i>Privately, Culanir was less than impressed at the Prince’s seeming lack of commitment to the murder investigation. Although he had been sent to Dol Amroth for the purpose of finding out what was going on and although, as a knight of Gondor, he was duty-bound to help in any way possible, it nevertheless seemed to be somewhat odd that Imrahil was delegating responsibility so considerably. But it wasn’t his place to argue or question. The knight’s duty was to obey and his duty he would not shirk.<BR><BR>As the first light of dawn began to steal across the sky, the small group rode through the deserted city streets.<BR><BR>Elanor looked at him with sleepy eyes, a quizzical look upon her face </i> “Culanir, why have you got us up so hideously early?”<BR><BR><i>The red-headed knight shot a faint look of exasperation in the direction of the Elf.</i> “Because we have work to do, and urgently, if we want to see this problem dealt with. And I want to be able to talk things through with you all away from prying eyes and ears; even walls can listen you know.”<BR><BR><i>They wended their way towards the docks where all was quiet, bar the odd rat scurrying amidst the ropes on the quayside. Perching on crates, the four of them leant their heads in close to speak with one another. <BR><BR>Culanir began.</i> “My mind has been running through what we know of these murders, in the hopes that we can conclude upon a starting point for our investigation. I’ll run through what we know thus far and if I miss anything I beg of you to interrupt…….a particular fondness for the heads of Elves….… and strands of thick dark hair were found at the scene of some of the crimes ……. and I’m certain that the blond southerner is in some way connected although I doubt he is the perpetrator of the crimes, his hair is too fair and his status too low; as a prisoner of Gondor he was ransomed for a paltry amount of silver and was shunned by his fellow captives …….” <i>As Culanir spoke, he absentmindedly stroked the head of a black cat which had been rubbing up against his leg.</i><BR><BR>“Pelleram, when I pause to think about it I feel sure that you know more than you are letting on. Whilst what passed between you and the Prince is none of my business, I saw and heard that the southerner became more angry when he caught sight of you. Now, if he is connected to these tragic events and if you and he have crossed paths before perhaps there may be light that you can shed on matters?”<BR><BR><i>Through all this the Bard remained strangely silent; curious considering how vocal he had been the other night. And the black cat curled up at Culanir’s feet, seemingly asleep although one yellow eye remained open and it regarded the knight as though it were taking in every word. </i><BR>
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Postby Lanuviel » Wed May 08, 2002 8:54 am

<i>Lanuviel woke, and rose, stretching luxuriously - no nightmares that night... probably because there were other people there too. she glanced over to Remedial, and smiled somewhat. He hadn't changed... not one bit. She left, changed, and walked back in, preoccupied with tying her copper curls out of the way. Finished, she re-attached her throwing daggers under her sleeves, and also put her sword sheath back on her belt. Reaching for her pack, she went downstairs and placed items of dried meat and fruit in there from the storeroom - she left money for the amount with the landlord. walking back upstairs, she put her pack down, and leant against the doorframe, waiting to make sure everyone else was ready, and that they had everything.</i>
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Postby Friend » Thu May 09, 2002 7:12 am

<i>Elanor had chosen a crate in between Erinhue and Pelleram, and found it odd how silent the bard had become as well. Perhaps he would speak more freely when the sun had risen, and it became easier to think. She herself was having some trouble thinking clearly, what with having to give half of her concentration to simply staying awake. She listened closely to what Culanir spoke of, but when the cat began to rub up against the legs of those in the company, she became warier. The Star Ring glowed suddenly fiercer, and Elanor felt uneasy with the beast about.<BR><BR>The cat’s eyes flickered to Elanor, and for a moment, locked eyes with her. It seemed to her that the cat’s gaze was curiously intelligent, almost human. The cat quickly turned its gaze away, and seemed to avoid her eyes, feigning sleep. An odd cat, to be sure…<BR><BR>And what did Pelleram know? Elanor gave a small yawn, hiding her face from view. Idly she wondered what they would be eating for breakfast, before she wrenched her thoughts from such things, and tried to focus on what Pelleram now did.<BR>
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Postby Vanaladiel » Thu May 09, 2002 1:33 pm

Pelleram looked at each and every one of the three there studying their eyes as he looked hard as if into their souls! It made them feel very uncomfortable! Finally looking hard into Culanir's eyes! <BR><BR>Slowly and softly he began to speak till he noticed that cat looking to intently on the gathering. <BR><BR>"Well as you have gathered..." stopping suddenly Pelleram grabbed the cat and threw it off over to the side away form them. He didnt hurt the creature but he didnt trust it. There were too many strange things going on. Then going back to speaking with the gathering of four.<BR><BR>"The King and I have business concerning these matters! I am not sure of whom may be trusted yet so I will keep most to myself as of yet. I was sent to meet some friends, two elves whom have not shown up as planned and this is of great concern. I am to see the bodies of the elves killed and their belongings to make sure they are not my friends. If they are then I may be forced to join with more to aid in my mission. Of more than this I can not say at this time." He turned away so as not to see Culanir's eyes for not saying more.<BR><BR>Culanir was not pleased with Pelleram's lack of trust for the group. He was rather annoyed with him to say the least.<BR><BR>As the night wore on and the company went on, Pelleram took Culanir aside for a moment and spoke quietly.<BR><BR>"I know I can trust you and can share all but I dont know the others and would not wish to hender our success by slipping up in front of the wrong person. Come and go with me to view the bodies and check the belongings and then I will tell you all that I know."<BR><BR>The King had arranged for Pelleram to meet with the undertaker and see the evidence and the things gathered at the scene of the gruesome discovery of the two elves. It was told them that the elves had been camped outside of town in a wooded area that is not on the usual path nor in an area that most would have thought to look for anyone. They had been sleeping, again as so many were at the fateful moment of death. Then given the items that belonged to the elves, Pelleram didnt need to look hard or far to see it was his friends. They had met the fate that they themselves were trying to stop from happening to others.<BR><BR>So turning to Culanir Pelleram decided it was time to tell him of his knowledge concerning this and why he was so secretive with the King.
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Postby JrrT » Thu May 09, 2002 2:43 pm

**Triob, still chained and manacled was dragged forth to the Prince. He was resigned now to death as far as he knew for no crimes other than self defence. His hair clung to his face in matts dull with grease. His whole appearance unkempt. More than anything he resented this. Such a dishevilous lookinng wretch brought forth towards the prince, someone would answer for this discoutrtesy.**<BR><BR>"So they call you the monster? The killer of guards?"<BR><BR>**Triob did not appear to take notice of the prince as he spoke to him. why should a dead man speak?**<BR><BR>"But it appears that you killed only my guards, yet you plea self defence?"<BR><BR>**The words of the Prince did not seem to register with the 'giant' he knelt looking to the cracks on the floor infront of him. This apparant insolence angered the prince whom swept down from his seat standing infront of Triob. Though Triob was knelt down the prince who was no small man did not stand much higher than the Head of Triob.**<BR><BR>Prince I killed your men with pleasure yes, i admit it I killed them but not without just cause.<BR><BR>**Said Triob as he stood, now towering over the Prince.**<BR><BR>Days ago now, I had been hunting and caught a deer, the first food I had had for many days, I had been weak and ill you see. this meat gave me strength enough to travel agin towards the City where we now stand.<BR><BR>"What does this have to do with you killing my men?"<BR><BR>If you will hear me you shall know!<BR><BR>**Triob shifted uneasily against his chains before beggining again.**<BR><BR>I was nearing the Port when a number of your men started to pursue me calling me a Murderer. I feared for my life and ran, still being weak I could not fight, but I was caught after a day or so. Your guards attacked me in a large number maybe 20 or more. Would you not fight in these circumstances prince? <BR><BR>**The prince returned to where he had been seated in great thought. For many minutes all that could be heard in the great room was the harsh, heavy breathing of Triob and scufflings and murmurs from people in other rooms and corridoors. After great thought the Prince spoke..**<BR><BR>"In your case, I would say you acted in defence. But you are not blamless. So from this day forth you are on watch by the guard, breath even wrongly in this fair city and you shall be agin brought before me for sentancing. for now go and never let me see your great bulk again!"<BR><BR>**Triob was led by his chains from the prince and to an exit of the castle where he was released. Released but with non of his weapons. as he was about to turn to question the guards he saw a child from the corner of his eye. this child was sat holding Triobs huge sword which sttod as tall as the child, weapons belts at the floor.**<BR><BR>Giant, I-I have your w-w-weapons. The guards not long since left them in my care. P-Please dont hurt me.<BR><BR>**Stepping towards the child he could see infact it was no child but a halfling, it had been many years since he had seen a halfling. Back in the time when he had been a ranger**
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Postby Leoba » Thu May 09, 2002 4:19 pm

<i>Culanir gave his full attention to the Mirkwood Elf.<BR><BR>So, it seemed that Elves were indeed the main target of the attacker. The knight was worried, partly because he didn’t know where best to start and also because two of his companions were Elves and that made the investigating group a target in itself. Nagging away at the back of his mind, he was also concerned for Lurea; he hadn’t seen the Elf-maid since before the riots in the city streets and he was fearful for her safety. Admittedly, he was also worried about what his own fate could be were he to return to face his commanding officer having lost his precious half-sister. Such thoughts did not bear dwelling on and he resolved that he would search out the maid at the first opportunity.<BR><BR>As the knight and the Elf conversed, Culanir caught sight of a movement from the corner of his eye. Caught in the gold and pink rays of the early morning sun, a dark figure flicked down the alleyway opposite. The cat caught Pelleram’s keen eyes and his gaze darted after it. From the shadows of the alley, two pairs of eyes watched them; the yellow gleam of the feline teamed with the unearthly purple hue of a stranger.</i><BR><BR>“It’s him again! The Southerner!” <i>Culanir hissed at Pelleram. And beckoning urgently to the others, his hand on the hilt of his sword, he pelted unheedingly towards the unlikely pairing.</i><BR><BR>
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Postby Friend » Fri May 10, 2002 6:04 am

<i>Elanor and Erinhue leapt to their feet, Erinhue with his hand hovering over the hilt of his sword, Elanor quickly snatching her bow when Culanir beckoned them over. They dashed over to Culanir and Pelleram. What was happening? Then Elanor saw a gleam of purple in the dark alleyway, and beneath that, closer to the ground, a cat-like eye that gleamed yellow in the morning sun. Culanir was rushing to the figure.</i><BR><BR>“Culanir, don’t go in there alone, he’ll kill you!”<BR><BR><i>Her warning came sharply, but Culanir did not heed it. She ran as quickly as she could over, bow at the ready. Erinhue drew his sword, and was prepared to strike at the strange figure in the alley. <BR>
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Postby Juwel » Fri May 10, 2002 6:37 am

<BR><BR><i>Juwel felt her stomach drop to about her knees the moment the giant stepped out of the interrogation. She'd heard how big he was, but hearing and seeing were altogether two different breeds. She could probably have her brother stand on her head and they still wouldn't equal this man's height. She was eye level with about his knee, and a great huge leg it was too; she craned her neck to look up at him and propped up his sword, offering it, envisioning how he could squash her with one great foot at the slightest provocation. This man had killed how many guards??</i><BR><BR>"Giant, I-I have your w-w-weapons. The guards not long since left them in my care. P-Please dont hurt me." <i>Funny how her tongue seemed to betray her fear; she was trying very hard not to show it.</i><BR><BR><i>He picked up the sword as if it were a dagger; she hadn't even been able to lift it. He was turning to leave, but she ran forward to gently tug one meaty finger.</i> "Excuse me, sir, but I wonder if perhaps I could have a talk with you? First I really want to apologize for any trouble I personally caused you--I understand they were holding you responsible for the recent murders when really you were innocent, and I couldn't have helped matters with the hairs I found. I'm so glad they've let you go now. I do confess, you ingrigue me. Are you in town on any particular business? I might be of some service."<BR><BR><i>The giant growled under his breath, and Juwel winced wondering if he would sweep her out of his way, but she persisted.</i> "I feel I owe you something. At least will you let me buy you some lunch and a drink?"
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Postby JrrT » Fri May 10, 2002 11:00 am

Yes halfling you may buy me some food and drink.<BR><BR>**Triob was nearly bent in double to crane down at the hobbit who stood with him. Then what juwel thought uncharacteristic for the man, he gave forth a huge laugh. The rumble started from his stomach and bellowed forth with an intoxication. This puzzled the Hobbit but could not be stopped from setting the pair into laughter.**<BR><BR>You may buy me food, yet I fear I will be no match for a hobbit's appettite, I will have finished by the time you start your main meal. Even though I eat much but not always as you would think. But I like you, honesty goes along way with me, so in time I hope to share my secret with you halfling....
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Postby SmaugsBane » Fri May 10, 2002 2:40 pm

<i>With amazing fleetness, the southron dodged Culanir's blow. </i><BR><BR>"Well if it isn't the Citadel-Knight? What are you doing so far from home?" <i>Hissed the man.</i><BR><BR>"I would ask you the same," <i>Culanir answered and lunged at the man again.<BR><BR>Again with uncanny agility, the southron man stepped away from the sword of Culanir - and proceeded up the side of the building and onto the roof. He saluted the angry Gondorian in a mocking manner and disappeared across the rooftops, shouting:</i><BR><BR>"All is not as it seems, guard of Gondor, you are well out of your league!"<BR><BR>
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Postby Leoba » Fri May 10, 2002 3:07 pm

<i>As the Southerner ran off, with an astonishing agility and lightness of foot, Culanir swore and not as much under his breath as he should have done considering that there was a lady present. Elanor still stood by his side, and was hastily fitting another arrow to her bow. </i><BR><BR>“It’s too late; he’s gone.”<BR><BR><i>The figure had slipped between the dawn shadows and was for the time being lost to them. </i><BR><BR>“He recognised you, didn’t he.” <i>Elanor said. It was a statement of fact rather than a question.</i><BR><BR>“That, I noticed, and it leaves me riddled with unease. I dearly wish that I knew what we were dealing with and why the strange blonde fellow bears ill-will towards this Prince and his territories.”<BR><BR>
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Postby Juwel » Fri May 10, 2002 3:47 pm

<i>Juwel led Triob out of the Prince's manor and over to a quaint pub on the docks, after making one quick stop by the warehouse where her goods were being held, waiting for shipment up to the Grey Havens and then over to the Shire. People stared open-mouthes at the two of them, and Juwel noted that a wide corridor seemed to open up for Triob down even the most crowded avenues. Her, she was used to getting odd looks.</i><BR><BR>"Don't mind them--I get odd looks all the time. Have the time I have to argue to convince them I'm not child just out of diapers. More tales are coming from Minas Tirith about my kind, but I still have to fight to get served in a bar. You, however, probably don't have any trouble with that!"<BR><BR><i>They entered "The BoatMaster Pub" and ordered the local catch of the day and a pitcher of ale. Juwel watched with interest as Triob downed a pint. </i><BR><BR>"You know, I'm rather well known back in my home town for my ability to outdrink many of the Big Folk--now you I probably couldn't match, but you'd be amazed at some of the big fellows I have outlasted. Why just--"<BR><BR><i>She was ready to launch into a story when a rowdy group of sailors walked in and spotted the two of them. </i><BR><BR>"Isn't that the giant wanted for murder?" <i>One hissed to his friend.<BR><BR>Juwel watched nervously as the men surrounded their table. . .
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Postby Friend » Fri May 10, 2002 5:35 pm

<i>Elanor strapped her bow again to her back with a sigh, furrowing her brow in frustration.</i><BR><BR>“Well. Whoever he was, we haven’t seen him for the last time. Perhaps a spot of breakfast would not go amiss. Seems the morning has finally decided to show its face…”<BR><BR><i>As she spoke, the cry of a gull was added to the ever-present crashes of the sea. The inns would be opening soon, and Elanor had absolutely no intention of going without breakfast, not after getting up so vilely early, and this recent scare. She turned to Erinhue.</i><BR><BR>“What do you say? My treat, of course.”<BR><BR><i>The Bard’s tired face lit up at the mention of a free meal, and his bleary eyes regained some of their usual sparkle. He sheathed his sword, and gave a little half-bow.</i><BR><BR>“But of course, m’lady! Surely we cannot investigate upon empty stomachs!”<BR><BR><i>Elanor grinned. She knew that the bard would agree to breakfast, the question was whether Pelleram and Culanir would abandon the chaise for an hour or so.</i><BR><BR>“And what of you, Culanir? Pelleram?” <BR><BR><i>She looked at them hopefully, and her eyes darted to a near-by inn, which would be opening within the hour, she knew. She had been to that inn before. Excellent food was its wont, but she would have eaten cold seaweed and sand, she was so hungry.<BR>
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Postby erinhue » Sun May 12, 2002 1:27 pm

Culanir and Pelleran were engrossed in conversation and did not here Elanor’s generous offer. Before she could ask them again, Erinhue stopped her, saying in a low tone of urgency, “Come they seem to need some time and it would be better that we share this meal alone.”<BR><BR>Elanor gave him a strange inquisitive look but the bard’s face changed and he smiled at her. “My nose is well trained. I will sniff out the best breakfast to be had in this town.” With a well exaggerated sniff of the morning breeze Erinhue took Elanor by the hand and led her to The Poof and Whistle, which did indeed have the best breakfast to be had.<BR><BR>There were few patrons about at this early hour and the pair benefited by having their food warm and freshly prepared. At first they ate in silence, then the bard looked around the nearly empty room to assured himself no one was near.<BR><BR>“After hearing your tale during the audience with the Prince I feel that I might confide in you for your own safety. I am more than the simple bard you see before you and I am here for more than would appear. The Prince has sent Culanir to investigate these murders. He is a good man, my brother knows him but he can only be effective against a criminal of mere flesh and bone.<BR><BR>Such is not the case. While the Prince suspects that certain human enemies of his and of the King are deeply involved he shares my opinion that there is more than the hand of man or elf in these odd goings on. The Prince has sent me on this investigation as well. <BR><BR>I am to watch, offer what assistance I can and see what Culanir’s methods shall uncover. If it is the case that these murders are the work of some madman and his followers then the Gondorian can see to it they are dealt with. If there is something more involved, I am to see what I might do to bring the nightmare that grips Dol Amroth to a certain end.”<BR><BR>I have been reluctant to speak because it is difficult to know whom to trust. I see that it is as I first thought with you. You are cast here by fate and have not deeper part in this business. I speak now because I feel that I may trust you and to warn you. <BR><BR>We are being watched. Pelleran was right about the cat but there is something else and it is profoundly evil. You will be in danger if you continue on with us and pursue this any further. <BR><BR>I would tell you to leave us and go home but I have great admiration for your wanting to find the reasons for your friend’s death. I will tell you that to continue will be dangerous and might end in your own demise and then leave the choice to you.”<BR>
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Mon May 13, 2002 12:02 am

<i>Suddenly, from one of the shadowy alleyways, Culanir spotted a limping elf holding her head. The dark hair was matted and tangled, hanging in her face, but she was still recognizable as the warrior elf.</i><BR><BR>Lurea! <i>Shouted Culanir, relieved to see her alive, yet worried about her condition. The elf saw him, and then promptly collapsed into his outstretched arms. Her eyes fluttered shut and her face grew paler.<BR><BR>Rushing her to the nearest Inn, Culanir carefully held the suddenly fragile creature and barked orders to the Innskeeper. Soon, he laid her down on a clean bed and went to checking her wounds. Gashes and deep purple bruises were scattered along her arms and slightly purple bruises, seemingly from an attempted strangulation, were beginning to appear on her slender neck. But the worst wound was to her temple, where blood was oozing from a gash, gluing her dark hair together.<BR><BR>Culanir was about to call for water and other supplies, but one of the barmaids had already brought them up. So, he tended to Lurea's wounds as she lay unconscious, unable to tell her tale.</i>
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Postby Friend » Mon May 13, 2002 6:44 am

<i>Elanor stared at the bard, dumbfounded, fork hovering between plate and mouth. Erinhue had been </i>sent<i> on this investigation? And all this time she had thought that he was simply thrown into this business as she was, by chance! And he was now warning her. <BR><BR>Her face hardened at the thought, and the fork came to the plate with a clink. The bard was right, it </i>was<i> difficult to know whom to trust. </i><BR><BR>“Erinhue. You are the one person in our little traveling party that I have felt I could trust. Your opinion and warning carry much weight with me, but I shall not turn back. <BR><BR>I came to Dol Amroth to visit with my friend. When I came, I found that he had been violently taken from all his friends and family.<BR><BR>And I shall not rest until the murderer has been found. I plan to have a role in his demise.”<BR><BR><i>She leaned back in her chair with a sigh, losing the vicious edge that had appeared in her voice just before. </i><BR><BR>“Besides, what home have I to return to? I came here not only to visit, but to find work, and settle here. Faneril was to help me, dear man that he was.”<BR><BR><i>She cast down her head, before looking up at the bard again. There was a fire in her eyes, that told she would not be stayed.</i> <BR><BR>“If I can help track down the murderer and bring him to justice, then my life is forfeit. I care not whether he is man, elf, dwarf, beast, or something else entirely, or what power he controls. I will stay on with the company.”<BR>
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Postby Legs_all_lost » Mon May 13, 2002 10:54 am

When Draugath returned to the Duck, he found Remedial and the others assembeld out side, all ready for the long journey ahead.<BR>"Well, my friend, you have made your own arrangements, I hope, for leaving the city? We shall be gone at least several weeks." Remedial smiled at Draugath. It had been a harrowing night, but, seeing his friends, old and new, around him, Remedial felt renewed and ready for the trip. "What say you all? Do we make our way to the wharves, or the stables?"
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Postby Leoba » Mon May 13, 2002 1:28 pm

<i>Culanir’s relief at the re-sighting of Lurea was utterly overwhelmed by his distress at the state that the Elf was in. <BR><BR>The sturdy barmaid, who had been responsible for the provision of towels and water, proved to be skilled with her hands. She bathed the cuts on Lurea’s limbs and eased the bruising with witch-hazel. The wound on her head was more worrying but the barmaid managed to stem the ghastly flow of ruby blood which had been spilling relentlessly across the Elf’s pale skin. </i><BR><BR>“Will she be alright?” <i>Culanir’s voice was tense. Although Lurea was a warrior by training and could give as good as the next person in battle, she had been attacked when seemingly unarmed; for there had been no sign of her weapons on her when she had collapsed onto him. Lying there, unconscious on the bed, she seemed almost impossibly fragile.<BR><BR>The barmaid looked up at the knight, kneeling as she was by the side of the sick-bed. </i> “Her breathing is easy and it seems that she sleeps; that being the best healer, I think and hope she will pull through. Nothing is broken and the wounds to her arms will heal. Her broken head is more delicate; I would advise that a skilled physician takes a closer look at that. In any event, she will be scarred for life.”<BR><BR><i>Culanir gazed down at the patient, seeing how the cut slid from the corner of her eye up and into her hairline. It would be unsightly, of that there was no doubt, but the matter of prime import was to get her well again and to find out what had happened, who had done this to her.<BR><BR>The physician came and went, working swiftly and speaking little; he was loath to promise hope where they may be none, for he had been caught out by that in the past. <BR><BR>Culanir paced up and down for hours, sometimes leaving the chamber and speaking in hushed tones with Pelleram, who still lingered in the bar downstairs. There had been no time to ascertain that Elf’s secret before the attack and a busy inn was neither the time not the place to continue that conversation. Although, despite his concern for Lurea, Culanir was nevertheless burning with desire to know what it was that Pelleram had to tell. Mind you, in the same vein, his curiosity had also turned to the Bard who had mysteriously vanished with Elanor.<BR><BR>His musings were curtailed as the barmaid appeared in the archway leading up to the stairs, beckoning him to follow her. He bent his head to go through the small doorway back into the chamber and was greeted by a shaft of noon sunlight, piercing the darkness of the sick room by venturing through a gap in the shutters. He blinked once or twice and allowed his eyes to readjust to the scene.<BR><BR>Lurea’s storm-grey eyes flicked once or twice and widened upon the view of Culanir’s face. He sank to his knees at her side, went to grasp one of her hands but then thought better of it, bearing in mind the bruising.</i><BR><BR>“How do you feel? Who did this to you? Can you remember anything?”<BR><BR><i>The barmaid tapped him on the shoulder.</i> “Don’t overtire her with questions, she’s only just come round. Give the maid time and you patience may well be rewarded with answers.”<BR><BR>
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Postby Vanaladiel » Mon May 13, 2002 2:18 pm

As Culanir waited anxiously to hear how the young elf maiden was doing Pelleram paced about waiting also to see what he could learn of the incident that left her in such need of care. <BR><BR>When Culanir arose from her bedside Pelleram had just come up from the bar to question him as to this elfs importance.<BR><BR>"So tell me, who is this girl and why would someone want her dead?" Pelleram asked with great interest. "Will she be of any assistance to our joint cause or will she be another liability?"<BR><BR>Pelleram was not at all excited about all the people he had to deal with now and to bring another elf into the equation to him made it that much more dangerous. He still didnt know how everyone fit into the scheme of things but figured he would find out all too soon.<BR><BR>After a bit of talking and making sure that the elf maiden would be cared for properly, Culanir and Pelleram figured they better go on down and wait in the Inn and get something to eat.<BR><BR>So together they went down the stairs talking looking for the dining area. As they sat at breakfast, Erinhue and Elanor walked in looking for them and joined them at their table. They were curious about the elf maiden too and seemed like they were more interested than before about incidents in the area. Pelleram started to ponder what needs to be said amongst the group and whether they should be taken into confidence.
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Mon May 13, 2002 9:00 pm

<i>Lurea found that she could not find the strength to speak at first and when Pelleram convinced Culanir to join him downstairs, her eyes faltered and fell once more. The barmaid saw the disheartened look on her face and gently patted her unbruised hand.</i><BR><BR>Don't ya worry, m'dear. We'll get ya all healed up for 'im.<BR><BR><i>But it was more than the disappearance of Culanir from her side, though it certainly did sadden her. She knew what she looked like and that she would be scarred for life. Unless...unless she could contact Tinu to work her healing on her, using time reversal. <BR><BR>These things were suddenly displaced from her mind as she recalled the battle. She had been caught unawares, the first time in her long life. This creature could not have been anything ordinary...She returned to an uneasy sleep, only to be awakened at Culanir's return. A slight smile fell upon her lips as she thought of the handsome Gondorian. Surely her brother would approve of a man like that.</i>
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Postby Leoba » Tue May 14, 2002 1:06 pm

<i>As Lurea drifted off into her restless slumber, the barmaid left her for a moment and scurried down the narrow staircase in search of the Gondorian soldier. She found him immersed in conversation with a small group, including two elves and a man. Training had taught her that it was an unwise move to interrupt customers who were evidently involved in their own business, but considering the situation, she cast training ideals to the wind and made up her own mind.</i><BR><BR>“Excuse me sir.” <i>She tapped Culanir on the shoulder, making him jump half out of his skin.</i><BR><BR>“What’s happened?” <i>Worry and concern were etched across his face.</i> “How is she?”<BR><BR>“Fine. Well, as fine as can be expected and she‘s dozed off again. But she was asking for you. I…. I thought you’d want to know.”<BR><BR><i>Culanir pushed back his chair, with a squeak that made the others wince.</i> “If you’ll forgive my rudeness, I should stay upstairs, at least until Lurea is out of danger. She may be able to tell us what happened. Besides, she is the sister of my commanding officer and also sworn to the service of the White City. My duty is to her just as it is to this murder investigation. Indeed, the two may well be intertwined.”<BR><BR><i>He then followed the ample backside of the barmaid back up to where Lurea lay. She was restless. Her eyelids flickered, at the sound of the door handle turning, and widened upon Culanir as he entered the room.</i><BR><BR>“How are you feeling, sweet lady and sister-in-arms?”<BR>
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Tue May 14, 2002 3:47 pm

<i>Lurea sat up slowly. Her strength was returning quickly, as she was half-elf, but the bruises made her wince slightly. Determining to show no signs of pain, she cleared her face of all agony. She wanted to go with Culanir and the rest and the only way she'd be able to convince them is if she showed that she was no longer in pain.<BR><BR>After all, she was no dainty Silvan elf--she was a tall, strong Telerian elf. With her sorceress mother's resolve and stubborness of soul, her strength was complete.</i><BR><BR>I am doing better, fellow Knight. But I suppose that you did not come for small talk.<BR><BR><i>She smiled wryly, in spite of the pain when she lifted an eyebrow.</i><BR><BR><i>But even through the attempted charade, Culanir saw that she was troubled, though not necessarily by the pain. There was something in her stormy, sparkling eyes that spoke to him of sharp memories best forgotten to those who must suffer the thoughts.<BR><BR>Lurea turned her head. She could not look at him, else she would lose her concentration. All this from a Lady Knight of Gondor! Where was her strength, her resolve, to the cause?<BR><BR>But she had to begin somewhere, so, sitting up tall in the bed, she began her account.</i><BR><BR>I shall begin with what occurred after you left the Inn the last night we saw one another.<BR><BR><i>Culanir nodded her on, and she took a deep breath before continuing.</i><BR><BR>I went out to the docks, cautious as usual, but my guard was soon let down as I allowed the gently splashing waves to lull me into a reverie. Watching the stars appear in the sky, I thought of home and how alike the stars were--the crystal clarity of it all. My mind at this time was still sharp, as you can imagine, but somehow a creature had snuck behind me, eluding my sharp ears, and pushed me hard onto the dock.<BR><BR><i>Lurea's eyes glittered, hard, at the memory. She would not be caught again THAT easily! she thought to herself.</i><BR><BR>Before I could retaliate, Alcarin, my blade, was pulled from its scabbard. An unearthly scream ensued and I flipped around to attack the black form, in time to see my blade glowing and burning the creature's flesh. <BR><BR>Its eyes smoldered reddish-black in its fury, flinging the sword into the tall reeds. I leapt for my blade, but was caught by the seemingly impalpable black mist that served as its arms and was flung down hard against the rocks. <BR><BR>I lost consciousness for a minute or two, waking to a beautifully flawless face only inches from mine. A snarl suddenly appeared on the woman's lovely face and with a sudden shock I realized that this woman was me--only ethereal in quality! But it could not be! <BR><BR>She had an unearthly beauty and strength that far surpassed even the strongest immortal; her dark, silken hair glimmering in the slender fingernail of moonlight, blowing tempestuously though there was no wind to move it. The nearly black eyes burned as hot coals in an ever-burning furnace and I shuddered at her icy touch, pale, slender fingers burning with cold.<BR><BR>Pulling a thin, shiny blade from her boot, she lunged at me; I rolled toward her, pulling her down at the knees. She fell, screeching, enraged. Jumping to my feet, I once again ran for Alcarin, but I felt a cold blade at my throat just as I was about to pick it up.<BR><BR>"Pick it up and you die now," The creature hissed, the eyes burning with a reddish hue, back to its original shapeless form. Had I dreamt the mirror image of myself? Perhaps I had hit my head harder than I knew.<BR><BR>But that was not the time to ruminate over such nonsense, so I complied with the creature for the moment. It growled as I sent mental pictures of its demise and then, snorting, it kicked me all the way to a nearby alley--the blade still at my throat.<BR><BR><i>Lurea paused and the barmaid brought her a glass of water.</i><BR><BR>Now don't you overexert the poor lady, good sir! <i>Pleasantly chided the barmaid, who saw that Lurea needed to stop for a moment.</i>
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Postby JrrT » Wed May 15, 2002 2:37 am

**As the group surrounded the unlikely pair of Juwel and Triob, the hobbit became nervous, she had been there with the prince when news of other murders had taken place, so she knew that Triob did not commit these cimes. Triob rose slowly to his feet, throwing out his chest with great effect. He stood nearly twice as tall as the tallest of the patrons yet many times wider. The muscular sinew in his arms and chest rippled with the fury that cursed through him at that time.**<BR><BR>Can you not see that me and my small friend are here to eat and find merriment? Yet you accuse me of crimes!<BR><BR>**Triob spat out these words in hatred. Before any of the men could expect it the huge man had launched the table towards them, bowling them to the floor.**<BR><BR>"Triob what are you doing.."<BR><BR>**Before juwel could finish the sentance Triob had snatched her up into his arms and ran from the pub. Juwel had second thoughts. Maybe he was the murderer? maybe he had an accomplise?. Angry shouts came from behind them, they were being pursued, not only by men from the pub but a number of Gondorian guards also now gave chase. They ran from the port, Triob having a great speed for a man so large. Triob headed for a small copse of trees, Juwel bouncing like a rag doll under his arm.**<BR><BR>My halfling friend, something is going to happen in a minute. I am going to show you my secret, maybe it will be the only way to escape capture. You mst not be scared or run. Stay with me, I will need you.<BR><BR>"ok Triob I will help you."<BR><BR>**Now well hidden behind the small number of trees Triob let the hobbit down. He handed to her his sword and belt to hold once more.**<BR><BR>Ok, please do not be alarmed.<BR><BR>**Triobs eyes starred fixidly at a point infront of him in consentration. The light seemed to dissapear, all Juwel could see was dark, no light at all could she see. Except for a thin, yet large line of light that was seemingly pulsing and glowing. It was a in the shape of a large beast, a bull even. When the light returned to normality Juwel was alone, apart from one of the biggest bulls she had ever seen. Triob had gone-replaced by this great beast infront of her. Now she understood, he was a large man from the North, he must be of the Beornings.**<BR><BR>"<i>The halfling must be some kind of Witch! She just turned the giant into an animal, capture them!</i>"<BR><BR>**The men had now caught up to there position. Instinctively Juwel ran to the now kneeling bull and scrambled to it's back, weapons and all. With a great keening noise made of deffiance the bull charged of away from the men....**<BR><BR>((EDIT: Edited due to incorrect grammer. ))
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Postby SmaugsBane » Thu May 16, 2002 10:56 am

The short trip from Dol Amroth to Edhellond had passed quickly and in silence. The elves and the Swan Knight's son were each lost in their own thoughts. upon reaching the haven of the elves, they wound down to the quays and found the ship they'd chartered.<BR><BR>Lanuviel, Liendle, Lenias, Remedial, Maldeloth, and Draugath crossed the gangplank onto the <i>Lady of Belfalas Bay.</i> The <i>Lady</i> was a small, three-masted ship, with a crew of six. Her captain, Andrian, greeted each of his passengers with a smile. The smile of a man whose business had been in a slump lately, with the people of Gondor staying close to home because of the murders. This charter had been very welcome indeed. Andrian and the <i>Lady</i> specialized in ferrying people and goods from the coastal areas of Middle Earth up the Great River Anduin to the newly rebuilt Osgilliath and back. Andrian was regarded by many to be the best pilot on any ship that sailed the mouths of Anduin.<BR><BR>Draugath and the elves were shown their quarters and informed that they were to set sail in an hour, with the tide. Although the sky was clear and the wind was warm, the group of travelers was uneasy about the way ahead, although none of them knew why…<BR><BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>The Bewildered Hobbit and the Giant Beorning sat and rested in a meadow above the city of Dol Amroth. On the same morning that the <i>Lady of Belfalas Bay</i> set sail for the Pellenor, the Beorning had transformed back into human-like form and now sat in the sun among the flowers with Juwel. It was clear that Dol Amroth no longer held welcome for Triob, and Juwel had decided implicitly that she would remain with the Beorning and help him with his plight – even though she did not yet know why.<BR><BR>The question at hand was: what do they do now? They could not go back to the city and as lovely as it was, they could not stay put. As they discussed options, three choices became clear: <BR><BR>Juwel had heard the elves in the Cutlass talking about taking the dead elf’s belongings to Imladris, they could begin a trek to the Hidden Vale and meet them there, perhaps then they would get answers to the mysteries at hand.<BR><BR>They could go to one of the other communities that had experienced murders and see if there was anything to learn there. <BR><BR>Or they could abandon the mysteries of the South of Gondor and head home.<BR><BR>But the most burning question of all was: Where would they get some food? They had missed second breakfast and both were hungry. North of Dol Amroth and on the opposite side of the hill from the unusual duo, smoke rose from several chimneys. It was a small agrarian village that had no name. Perhaps there was an Inn……..<BR><BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>The Guard of the White City listened intently to the half-elf’s story. Perhaps she was the only one who’d seen the murderer and lived. As Lurea paused to rest, Culanir gathered his thoughts.<BR><BR>“Pelleram holds some sort of secret, and so does the bard, I’ll warrant. The blond southron was somehow involved. There was also something about that cat…”<BR><BR>Culanir stood from his seat and went to a window as Lurea sipped her water and munched on a crust of bread. From the Inn’s vantage, a small ship with three square sails could be seen sailing past the jetty beyond the harbor…<BR><BR>Downstairs, Erinhue, Pelleram, and Elanor sat together, drinking ale, each silently pondering what they’d learned that morning.<BR><BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>All of these events were closely watched. An entity of surpassing evil and malice had ways of monitoring everything involved in its plot. Whether they liked it or not; whether they realized it or not, all thirteen of these people – elf, man, giant and hobbit - had a part to play as the drama unfolds…
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Postby Juwel » Thu May 16, 2002 11:51 am

<i>Juwel grimaced as her stomach gave a large growl, then laughed as she heard an echoed answer from the Beorning's stomach. This was most inconvenient. Her pony was still in the Prince's stable, with much of her packs. She could hardly just walk into town to get him; hobbits were as rare as giants in these parts, and just as likely to get into trouble. <BR><BR>Well, the mystery surrounding Triob had been somewhat answered for her; goodness to have the power to change forms! It must be an awful burden, though; that must be why he looked so glum all the time. He probably wasn't interested in solving any mysteries with her; she was bound and determined to get them some lunch, but after that his road was his own. <BR><BR>They walked side by side towards the little village and the delectable smell of something roasting on a spit--young lamb, by the smell--ah, Juwel's favorite! She looked up to Triob, clearing her throat. </i><BR><BR>"Ok, here's the plan--I'll get us some food to take 'on the road', if you will, while you stay out of sight. We eat--I still owe you that meal, you know--and then tonight I plan to sneak back into Dol Amroth to retrieve my pony. He and his line have served as my steeds for many years, and I'm not giving him up. After that, it's up to you what you want to do--I don't think I'm going to be too popular in Dol Amroth for a while, so I'm heading for Edhellond. I heard of more murders taking place there, to sailors. I'm afraid rampant curiosity runs in my family; I can't walk away from a good mystery. I want to know if those sailors were elves or humans. "<BR><BR><i>As they neared the small village, Juwel donned her cloak to somewhat hide her appearance, and Triob found a wooded copse where he could watch over the village and remain fairly well hidden at the same time. Juwel began walking towards the inn . . . "
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