Quest for the lost Dwarven Rings of Power

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Postby Theogwyn » Thu Dec 04, 2003 8:47 am

HI! I hope everyone will have fun with this.<BR><BR>A cloaked figure sits alone in the Green Dragon, waiting for her other companions to arrive. They had called together for a special mission. They were to find and retrive the lost Dwarven rings of power. This was a mission of great significance, since no one had seen the rings in over three hundred years( when the war of the ring ended).<BR>Messengers had gone out a few weeks ago, telling the companions to meet on this day, at the pub.<BR>Theogwyn sat at her table, eyeing the motley riffraff who frequented the pub, wondering if any of those could have been called for the mission
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Postby Mithnen » Sun Dec 07, 2003 11:45 am

Mithnen stepped into the tavern and sighed. The smoke that filled the room drifted to her nose, her throat and filled her mouth. She cleared her throat loudly and shook her head. As she stood in the doorway, scanning all the patrons of the inn, a young woman with her feet resting on a table caught her eye. She was alone, but sat at a table that had many chairs pulled around it. She wondered if she could possibly be the one that sent out the summons. Judging by the rest of the clientele, Mithnen made the safe assumption that the woman was who she was looking for and made her way over to the table. She took a seat across from her and flashed a quick grin.<BR><BR>"Are you Theogwyn?" she began rather bluntly. At the woman's solemn nod, Mithnen cleared her throat once more and continued. "I'm Mithnen, I have caught word of the summons and...well, here we are." She felt rather vulnerable for her back was now facing the patrons of the pub and they were becoming somewhat rowdy. She looked over her shoulder quickly, then down at her hands that lied folded opun the table. "So," she began. Her eyes went back up to Theogwyn. "How many are expected to arrive?"<BR><BR>(I'm glad I found this, it's pretty far back here <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>)
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Postby Elven_Warrior/lady » Sun Dec 07, 2003 12:28 pm

So'wen stopped outside the door to the Green Dragon, she could her what sounded like a crowd of people. She stepped in and looked around and noticed a cloaked figure and a women sitting together at a table with many chairs, she wondered if that was the company she was seeking. She made her way over to the table and stopped. The Women looked up at her. <BR><BR>"Is anyone hear by the name Theogwyn?"<BR><BR>The women nodded towards the cloaked figure.
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Postby ThreadStalker » Sun Dec 07, 2003 2:28 pm

Let me stop you right here. This is headed straight for the lockdown. Please people these things are suppose to read like a story, like something Tolkien might have liked, something like in a book you would acutally pay for and read. How much would you pay for this? Exactly.<BR><BR> Where is the color and depth? What does the Green Dragon look like, smell like? Who are its usual patrons? You have really skimped on exposition, you have no discriptions,I cannot see the setting. I cannot hear the voices. Who are these people? Even a few sentences with some sort of description would help anchor this in some sort of reality, even a make believe reality. Do you really have a story to tell? I can't tell from what you've got here.<BR><BR>Read the guidelines. Read the informational threads. Read the Role Play F.A.Q. READ ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL THREAD. <BR><BR> I might suggest "The Gathering Storm" or "The Wedding of Turelie and Hobbituk" both award winners or any other RP thread that has survived in this forum for any length of time. <BR><BR> You must improve and soon. This is an official warning. I shall be watching.
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Postby Theogwyn » Mon Dec 08, 2003 7:19 pm

(( OOC thanks... i'll add more detail right now...)))<BR><BR>The Green Dragon Bar and Tavern wasn't much to look at from the outside. The building was old and weathered, the paint peeling and cracked, and the sign was weatherbeaten, warped and twisted off-center.<BR>As one walkes through the door, the taproom is off to the left. A flickering fire casts shadows into the courners of the room, perfect for hiding in. The barkeeper is round andchubby,but there is heart of steel under his soft exteriour. As one passes the bar,sounds of hearty laughter and jokes being told float out.<BR>To the right, a small desk sat,with a few pigeonholes behind it holding keys.<BR>The scent of woodsmoke was heavy in the air, mixed with the scent of beer and ale.<BR> *****<BR>In the courner sat the three companions. <BR> " As you have guessed, I'm Theogwyn. I am expecting a few more people to join us. Meanwhile... Have some ale, relax and I'll tell you what I know about the quest... then you can decide if you want to join, and be rewarded.. or to leave now. Remember, there are always 2 paths, the safe and the glorious."<BR>Theogwyn leaned back, pulling her gray cloak around her, and took a long pull of her ale. She frowned, the ale had an aftertaste that one didn't get with Hobbit ale. Theogwyn propped her feet up on the bench across from her, giving the appearence of one totaly at ease.
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Postby ThreadStalker » Wed Dec 10, 2003 12:57 pm

That is MUCH better. I knew that you could. Keep it up
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Postby Theogwyn » Fri Dec 12, 2003 9:05 am

As the others ordered ales, Theogwyn began her story:<BR>"Back when the rings of Power were first first forged, there were 7 given to the dwarves.Over the ages of this world they have been lost, and none know where they are. I was visited in a vision form Varda herself, and given this quest." At this, one looked awed, but the other looked confused. Noting the look of confusion, Theogwyn explained" Varda is one of the Valar, the ones who helped to create the world." She got a nod, then continued " I think she chose me to lead because I was once friends with her daughter."Theogwyn started to say something more, but then thought better of it. She reached into her belt pouch and pulled out a piece of parchment.<BR> The edges were cracked and brown, the paper almost falling to pieces, the ink was faded, making it hard to read. Age seemed to radiate from the map, for that's what it was, a map. <BR>Theogwyn sat it on the table,and gently spread it out. " This is a map of Middle Earth before the War of the Ring. Much has changed since then. Rivers no longer flow the same, mountains have been raised and tumbled, towns and villages are no more." Theogwyn raised a hand, and with an outstretched finger, pointed out six locations etched in a strange, metallic ink. " I believe that these six locations in blue mark the hiding places of the rings." <BR>Theogwyn paused, as she noticed a man, dressed in black, leaning close to thier table, as if trying to overhear what was being said.<BR>When he noticed Theogwyn's eyes upon him, he quickly leaned back into his chair, and tried to look as if he had nothing more important to do than to study his drink.<BR>Downing the last of his beer, he got up and headed towards the exit. As he went, he turned back and looked at the three women, with such evil in his eyes, it was imposible to hide.<BR>Theogwyn knew at once she had made a mistake, and that the man would have to be eliminated.
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Postby Aiwe » Fri Dec 12, 2003 3:25 pm

Santhec grinned as he ducked out of the Green Dragon, pulling his black cloak over his head, and his silk scarf up to cover everything beneath his black eyes. Those eyes were strange indeed--not just black of pupil or of iris, but black from edge to edge, with an irridecent sheen of green across them. In fact, if anyone looked closely at the skin he hid beneath swathes of black silk, they would see the the diamond texture of snakeskin, and the flash of sunlight on hard green and brown-patterned scale, and the glint of needle teeth just behind his lips....<BR><BR>At the end of the War of the Ring, Mordor had been razed. Yet not every fell creature had been eradicated from Middle-earth. <BR><BR>The serpentine figure slunk--for he did not seem to walk, but to glide silently--behind the inn to the stabels, where Horror was stabled. Santhec patted the steed warmly with needle-clawed, scaly fingers, adjusting the black stallion's harness of beast-bone and silver. The jawbone bridle clacked with the hollow sound of foreboding rather than the usual merry jingling of the other stabled horses' tack. <BR><BR>The animal was of Mordor stock, with blood-red eyes and the fangs of a carnivore. "Here you are, my friend," said Santhec, passing a chunk of raw, dripping meat up to the stallion's mouth. The horse devored it hungrily. "Tired of hay, I see..." the snake-man grinned beneath his scarf. He was sure that Horror would be ready to ride at a moment's notice, and so Santhec slithered back to the shadows under the Green Dragon's eaves to wait for the group to depart. He looked back towards the stables, where Horror watched him like a dog waiting for his master's command. Several people passed the terrible stallion without a second glance, for Santhec had cast a spell on the horse--anyone who looked at him would forget what he had seen. It was a taxing spell to maintain, but necessary in a bustling town like this. <BR><BR>Santhec's irridescent eyes turned back to the door. He waited, stroking the wild-dog ears of his black hellhound, Crow, as he watched the door intensely...<BR><BR>(OOC--don't know what you had planned fot the man in black, exactly, but here you go! Let's not kill him off <i>just</i> yet, though, OK?)<BR><BR>--Aiwe
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Postby Theogwyn » Fri Dec 12, 2003 4:49 pm

((ooc ok i wont. I posted the dialogue before i read the bio. No slight was intended)))<BR><BR>Theogwyn excused herself, and went in search of the man in black. Silently gliding around the dark, flickering shadows, she headed towards the back of the inn, hoping to see if he had brought a mount. If so, much could be learned from an examination of a horse, such as where the horse came from, was he treated well, and numerous other things. As she rounded the courner of the old inn, she found herself face-to-face with him.<BR>Drawing her slim dagger and her short sword, she faced him. <BR> " Why were you listening, and what did you over hear?"
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Postby Aiwe » Fri Dec 12, 2003 6:29 pm

"Ahhh, you can't blame a man for lisssstening to the idle chit-chat of tavern-goersssss, now can you, my dear?" He continued idly stroking the hound that sat at his feet. The animal growled at the woman.<BR><BR>Theogwyn raised her dagger and touched its tip to the man's throat. "<i>Why</i> were you listening, and <i>what</i> did you hear?" she repeated, sharply.<BR><BR>Santhec raised both hands slowly in a gesture of non-violence, and gently pushed the tip of the slender blade away from his neck with a gloved hand, from which needle-sharp claws protruded. "Hmmmm," he mused, steepling long fingers in front of his hidden lips. "I ssseem to remember sssssomething about....ringsssss, yesss....Dwarven ringssss," he hissed. His voice was nothing <i>but</i> oily hissing, dripping with slyness. "Why? Wasss it....<i>important?"</i> He cocked his head, animal-like.<BR><BR>Theogwyn glared. She knew a Black speech accent when she heard one. She readied her sword.<BR><BR>"Oh, come now," said Santhec, gesturing to the hound. "He'd have your throat out in two shakesss of a rattlesssnake'sss tail. He'sss...very protective, you sssee."<BR><BR>Santhec backed away a few feet. Theogwyn stared at him--he didn't actually <i>walk</i>, he <i>slithered</i>, with fluid, legless motions. The man hissed softly. He knew the elf was seeing through his little spell of disguise. <BR><BR>He reached across his chest and drew both swords simultaneously. They glinted like quicksilver in the shadows. Crow stood between Santhec and Theogwyn as the snake-man said, "Sssseems to me you're...outnumbered, my lady." He held his swords at either side with a relaxed grip. "I'd sssay you should back away now, before...ssssomeone getsss hurt."<BR><BR>Just then, Theogwyn's companions rounded the corner, weapons drawn.<BR><BR>--Aiwe
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Postby Theogwyn » Wed Dec 17, 2003 5:45 pm

Theogwy stood alert, waiting to see what the snake-man would do now. Both her short sword and her dagger were drawn, one held in a grip ready to fight with, the dagger ready to throw into Santhec's throat without a second thought. With the arrivial of her companions, they outnumbered him.<BR> She felt only slightly more safe since the company arrived, but still, she felt uneasy about the situation. There were still evil forces in the world, and she was not sure that this was not one of them. <BR> "What is it that you want from us Snake-Man? Even though you have your animals, I have the blessings and protection of the Valar and Eldar. Choose your words carefully, for they may be your last."
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Postby qwertymoo » Sat Dec 27, 2003 2:25 pm

Rucker Blacksheaf sat at the bar of the Green Dragon Inn drinking his ale and making small talk with a couple what he considered usual patrons. They had taken an interest in him as they hadn’t seen many dwarves decked in dark colors and without any armor other than leather coverings. His throwing axes shone dully in the dim barlight and he sat on the stool digging in his nails with one his favorite daggers.<BR><BR>“Ah, “ Rucker started, “from the reputation of the friendly confines of this fine establishment, I was put at ease not to have to worry about getting a knife in my back. If you catch my meanin’?”<BR><BR>The patrons all nodded their acquiescence, and raised their flagons in agreement.<BR><BR>Rucker raised his mugs as well and drained half of it. He hated having to put up with small talk. It did nothing to further his real mission: find this Theogwyn without drawing too much unnecessary attention, and see what she knows about the dwarven rings of power. He had planned on remaining inconspicuous since she might have already been informed as to who she might be meeting with from the dwarven delegation; although, he couldn’t see how - the delegate had a letter from his Thane extending both his services and thanks upon this Theogwyn taking on such a noble quest.<BR><BR>Unknown to almost everyone, that delegate was no longer among the living on Middle Earth: stuck in the throat with the same dagger Rucker now was digging his nails with. <i>One of his favorite daggers. <BR><BR>“And hopefully, the delegate won’t be found until after this quest is long departed and on the road,” thought Rucker.</i><BR><BR>Listening to the dull droning of voices in the bar, Rucker finished his ale and ordered another… <i>Back when the rings of Power…. This is a map of Middle Earth… I believe that these six locations</i>… He heard bits and pieces of conversation and slowly turned his attention to three ladies in the corner of the bar. <i>“They certainly aren’t keeping any secrets,” mused the dwarf.</i> Thinking that it might have been more prudent for such an adventure best be taken with stealth lest an unwholesome sort get involved. Rucker smiled to himself -<i> unwholesome indeed!! </i><BR><BR>The conversation had seemed to end abruptly and Rucker saw a strange gentleman leave the bar and the lady, he assumed to be Theogwyn, was following him out at a discreet distance, but enough to know that trouble wasn’t following far behind either of them.<BR><BR>The dwarf quickly paid for his drink and downed it as the other women who had been at the table with Theogwyn left. Rucker bluntly excused himself, and set out to follow the entourage. <i>“This might work out better than I had planned,” he said to himself as he left the bar.</i> Going over in his mind in brief fashion what he had seen: conversation about the rings; one person (rather unsavory looking) being followed by the speaker of conversation and then her (accomplices?); the unsavory fellow in black apparently wasn’t to be privy to the conversation - but why should it be a big deal, as Rucker noted before, none of this was being hushed up - he had heard it halfway across the bar (albeit snippets of the whole).<BR><BR>His mind reeled with the possibilities: this black garbed man could be of use, <i>“probably of my stock,” thought the dwarf.</i> But yet, how to keep him from being killed and gain the confidence of this Theogwyn as well. <i>I have the letter, that’s all the more she would have to know.</i> He rounded on the edge of the stables in the shadows with the skill of a thief and assassin and watched what unfolded until he felt it had gone too far to be of use to him. …..<i>Choose your words carefully, for they may be your last…. </i> <BR><BR>That was enough for Rucker. Having drawn his throwing axe and dagger, he raised the dagger intending to bury it in the post next to the man being confronted by the women when he saw the hound. There wasn’t time to worry about it, if the hound attacked him, he’d have to worry about that after, but right now he needed to defuse the situation and earn some trust at the same time. He let loose the dagger, and in the rhythm loosed the throwing axe to strike the ground just short of Theogwyn.<BR><BR>As the knife found its home within the dense woodwork of the stable and the axe buried itself in the ground at the feet of Theogwyn, Rucker was pleased with himself for having distracted these two from their latent hostilities toward each other. But it was a short-lived pleasure as the hound found a new threat and moved with lightning speed at Rucker. <i>“’Tis no normal dog,” thought Rucker. “Too big and the eyes.”</i> He drew his remaining throwing axe wishing to Aule that it had been his battle axe instead, but that was tucked away in his room back at the Green Dragon Inn. This was suddenly not going as he had planned at all.<BR><BR>Santhec, being distracted by the knife’s sound through the air, turned his attention toward the far end of the stable as Crow launched himself at the new attacker. Having seen the axe imbedded at the feet of Theogwyn, he quickly realized the attack wasn’t meant to harm at all, lest the knife and axe would have been thrown to kill. Not that Santhec had been in terrible danger by the knife throw as he had already been on the move with the sound vibrations set up by the dwarf’s throw.<BR><BR>Rucker heard the man yell a sharp command, “Crow! Guard!” The hound stopped just inches from the dwarf baring its teeth. Rucker blanched slightly at the stare of the eyes from the hound and its breath as it pounded through its maw.<BR><BR>“My lady,” started Rucker trying to calm himself with the hound in his face, ”there shall be no need for bloodshed this night. For it would indeed be ill-gotten.” His eyes shifted to the man whose command probably stopped an ugly maiming the would have befallen the dwarf. “What this man may have heard or not have heard is no more than half a dozen other patrons may have heard within its walls. You certainty weren't keeping anything very quiet about want you had intended, so blame not this man.” Reaching very gingerly into his leather tunic, he found the letter he took from the delegate and held it out to Theogwyn. “I’m Quort Stonekin from the dwarven realm. The services of Thane Cutter at your request.”<BR><BR><i>“For all that is smiled upon in Middle Earth, let me not have read these two wrong,” thought Rucker.</i>
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Postby Aiwe » Sat Dec 27, 2003 3:15 pm

"Ah! Ssstonekin, my friend!" said Santhec. Before the dwarf knew it the snakeish fellow was at his side, and had given him a friendly thump on the back. "Good thing I recognised you. Crow is alwaysss so eager to make new friendss in all the wrong waysss...aren't you, my lad?" Crow padded over to Santhec's side, no longer growling. <BR><BR>As Theogwyn's gaze was distracted by the hound, Santhec gave the dwarf a look that lasted half a second, yet which spoke volumes. The main gist of it was: "Play along, and maybe we'll both survive with treasure in our pockets, eh?" Santhec, as an unsavory character himself, was suspicious of this "Stonekin" fellow. Takes one to know one, as he always said.<BR><BR>He gave the bewildered dwarf another slap on the back, and turned again to Theogwyn. "Yes, my old friend Ssstonekin is quite right. You made this Quesssst no secret at all. How could I help but overhear?" he toned down the oilyness a little. No point in making it <i>too</i> cheesey. "But, now that I know my friend is part of this quessst...how could I not wisssh to join? My friend shall need ssssomeone to watch his back."<BR><BR>He turned and gave Rucker another Look, and the grip tightened on the back of his cloak. "Won't you, Sssstonekin?"<BR><BR>--Aiwe
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Postby Theogwyn » Sun Dec 28, 2003 1:45 pm

Theogywn looked at the dwar, who had just burried his axe at her feet.<BR>" Master Dwarf,would you have been sent by Thain? I was expecting you a bit earlier, but , that's all right. Do you know Santhec? "<BR>She paused for a moment, thoughts racing. Whow were these strange ppeople that kept popping up? A quick though5t went through her head.. I wish ... <BR>Quickly she bannished the thought from her head." WEll, then, since you both know of the quest, , are you both coming? I believe before the quest is over, we shall have need of all the help we can get. If you wish to, follow us, .<BR>With that, Theogwyn bent down and pulled the axe from the ground between her feet,then steped around Santhec and went to saddle her horse. The other two women did the same.<BR>
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Postby Theogwyn » Tue Jan 06, 2004 10:16 am

As they rode out of the stables, Theogwyn turned her horse to the south, and rode out of Bree, The two other women following her.<BR>About mid-day, they came to a small stream. Theogwyn dimointed and said " lets have lunch here." The others nodded and began to dismount.Theogwyn said" you did remeber to pack rations, didn't you?"<BR>The women looked chagrinned and said " no, I tihnk we forgot to pack them...." Shepishly, they said they would be able to hunt for food, if the need was upon them. <BR>Theogwyn sighed, and then said" WEll, I guess we wont stop for lunch then. I have s ome spare rations at the campsite,, for you to use, but, next time, remember to brings some.<BR>They re-mounted their horses and proceeeded to ride the rest of the day, towards te campsite. <BR>When they got therre. there weas some peole waiting for them.<BR>
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