D&D 5E Adventures in Middle Earth: Over the Edge of the Wild (RP Thread)

[The Grassy Gnoll]

<Sindarin> The halfling is Poppy Greenmeadows. She has travelled far and is wise. The dwarf is Bromm of the Iron Hills. He is not a talker but I see in him a stout heart. The last, Thorondir, is a Dunedan. His kind are friends to your people.<Sindarin>
<Westron> I will vouch for them all.<Westron>

 

[ArtoriusaurusRex]

"Very well," the sentinel said, "You will all be held responsible for whatever deeds you commit while within the Woodland Realm."

<Sindarin>"In addition, Dreamer, you will be held partially responsible for the deeds of your companions until they leave the Woodland Realm, as you have vouched for them."


A few orders are shouted, and the water-gate is opened, allowing the ferry to pass beneath the stone cavern walls into the Woodland Realm.

 

[GreenKarl]

Bromm remains weary and watchful. His folk and elfs are not natural allies but he has nothing against them personally. Until they prove themselves to be the enemy Bromm will simply watch them...

 

[The Grassy Gnoll]

As the boat passes under the stone Ceodric turns to his companions with a brittle smile. He speaks softly.

"So. Just so you know, I'm apparently your sponsor. Of a sort. So if anyone does anything...unacceptable, they'll treat me as guilty too".

He spreads his palms.

"I mean, not that you would. But circumstances...". He sighs.

Has he made another blunder? He chews his lip, strokes Hilda's shaggy head for comfort.

"Just be careful. The elves can be distrustful."

 

[ArtoriusaurusRex]

[sblock=For Bromm] You notice, perhaps with interest or perhaps not, that the gate and stone you pass under is very obviously Dwarf-wrought.[/sblock]

With cautious courtesy, the elves escort the party through a labyrinth of stone to their living quarters. The rooms are fine, and sleep 2 each in comfort.

"You are free to wander these halls, only know that you will be seen, even if our sentinels are unseen. You have our trust, however."


Baldor is waiting in the guest rooms already. He explains it will take about 2 days to do his rounds in the Elvenking's Halls.



((Anything you'd all like to do in the meantime?))

 

[GreenKarl]

Bromm nodded his head sadly at the dwarf-work. Better days he thought. Once escorted to the sleeping area he unpacks his pipe and woodcarving set having little interest in exploring...

 

[Jago]

Unlike Bromm, Halvar was intent on exploring as much of the Elven Halls as would allow. While he had met many in his time, the Elves of Mirkwood were not exactly keen on Men traipsing through their lands, especially not their homes. Though he kept his blade, bow, and shield with him, the Lakeman felt comfortable enough leaving his gear behind and makes for the door, turning to his companions once reaching it.

" I've yet to see a place quite like this," he confessed, a bit of excitement creeping into his voice, " And I'm not going to waste the opportunity. Any whom would like to join me are more than welcome."

And with that, Halvar was out the door to see the sights of Woodland Halls. ~

 

[The Grassy Gnoll]

Ceodric asks, "Is there any need for the skills of a healer? I am happy to help if my abilities can be of use - I have some renown."

OOC: Can I pick up News from Afar? I should just pick it up according to the book.

 

[RyraK]

With great excitement bubbling up inside of her, Poppy put her things to one side carefully. She had to agree with the Lakeman...this was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Until this point in her travels she hadn't met Elves, let alone set foot inside their halls. Slipping through the door, she set off after Halvar.

 

[ArtoriusaurusRex]

Lindar waits outside the rooms. He offers a slight smile. "I suspected you would like to look around. I thought I'd wait a short while and show you Thranduil's Halls, if you like. What would you most like to see? I will guide you."

[sblock=Ceodric's eyes only]

In conversation with the few elves you've encountered so far, you've been able to exchange a bit of information and news. Thranduil is troubled. Elves are being recalled from the farther parts of North Mirkwood to the Woodland Halls. Festivities once common have become a rare sight, and the elves are more melancholy these days. One can only guess why Thranduil has ceased to indulge his subjects, but he is wise, and surely has his reasons. [/sblock]