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

[The Grassy Gnoll]

"It would be remiss of me if I was to fail to properly pass on Radagast's good wishes to Thranduil...if he would consent to my meeting him."

He thinks.

"Is it allowed for Hilda to accompany me?"

He indicates the Hound, sat up politely, head on one side, slight whimper.

 

[ArtoriusaurusRex]

"The dog may certainly come," Lindar said with a smile, "As for meeting Thranduil, that is no easy thing even for an elf. I will attempt to pass the well wishes to him, however. Perhaps someday, if you be worthy, he may deign to meet you. Will it just be you two and Hilda, then? Or will any of your companions be accompanying us?"

 

[Jago]

~ With the Halfling in tow, Halvar spoke up as if on cue. In such halls, the normally bold Lakeman measured his voice, sounding almost humbled in the presence of Lindar now that he stood in the home of the elves.

" If ... If it were no trouble," he started, " I am sure Miss Greenmeadows shares my wishes to pay my respect to Thranduil."

He looked down to the Hobbit for her answer, but felt as though he knew it long before she spoke. ~

 

[RyraK]

[sblock=OOC/Insight Roll] Sorry, yesterday got hectic. I don't feel like there's a need to hide that info, so here's the roll:
_: 1D20+3 = [5]+3 = 8 [/sblock]

 

[ArtoriusaurusRex]

OOC: Unfortunately, Poppy doesn't really know much about the elves beyond the tales told in the Shire

"Certainly, I will convey well wishes from your entire party," Lindar said, bowing, "As soon I find the opportunity. Come, now! There is much to see."


Lindar, over the next days, takes you on multiple trips through different parts of the halls, and you have the opportunity to meet a lot of elves. The elves themselves are polite, in a sort of pulled-back, suspicious way. Nevertheless, as they see more and more of you, they open up somewhat.

Yet their opening up reveals more of an inner somberness and tension than any sort of joy. Or at least, not much joy.

Lindar takes you through the system of caves, which he explains were a natural formation, in which Thranduil lived going as far back as the First Age of Middle Earth. The caves have been worked on by both elves and dwarves since then, though not in a great many years.

"Is Thranduil seeing anyone today?" he asked the Sentinel who stood near a large and intricately wrought gate of silver, which barred the way to stairs leading to a high platform, which Lindar explained was Thranduil's "throne room."


The Sentinel shook his head. "I'm sorry. He is not. Nor has he informed us of plans to open the gates anytime in the next few days."


Lindar nods respectfully, and leads you on. He shows you the many levels of the halls. Marketplaces, homes, barracks, musician's halls, crafthouses, cellars, and much more.



Until at last, on the morning of the third day, he arrives in the company of Baldor and Belgo.


"We are ready for the next leg of our journey," Baldor says, with a smile. "Will you all be prepared to leave within the hour?"

 

[Jago]

~ The time spent here had been akin to magical for Halvar. It was not often that a Man be allowed to experience such things, and whilst they were unable to meet the lord of These Halls, there were other luxuries abound. He had seen remarkable steel shaped by the finest of Elven Smiths into blades that left the one at his side feeling dull. The sound of flutes coaxed from the river reeds wafted along the scent of fresh breads, honeyed wines, and sweetmeats. While Laketown would hold his heart always, there was a small pang of jealousy that his own homeland could not be so ... so innately beautiful.

So it was that when Baldor came to continue their journey, Halvar was both ready to get away from such wonders but also sore that he had to: his place was not here, amongst craftsmen and musicians, but in the wild, serving The Good Folk of his home. It was there, over hill and under tree, that he withstood The Shadow and all of its villainies.

" I am certainly ready, Master Baldor," came the reply when he asked, his Longbow unstrung but still carried with a state of prep, " Where does our journey bring us next?" ~

 

[GreenKarl]

Bromm nods in agreement with Halvar, having spent the last few days by himself with his woodcarving. Nothing here really interested the brooding dwarf but he was happy for the elves hospitality if nothing else. But it was time to get back out into the world... there was evil about and Bromm meant to find it and face it.

 

[ArtoriusaurusRex]

"It's just more than three week's journey to take the road through Mirkwood," Baldor said, "I hope you're up to the task..."

 

[ArtoriusaurusRex]

It didn't take long for everyone to pack and be ready. After all, such adventurers tended to keep everything in their travel packs, ready to go with short notice.

Lindar escorted them through the halls, to the edge of the caverns.

"The most important thing I can tell you is to keep to the path," he said, "Everything about this forest in this time will try to deceive you, but the path is old and true. It will not lead you astray, whereas anything else might. My final warning, as you swing south, the Enchanted River follows alongside the path. Do not drink from it, lest your mind be cast asunder."


As the company passed over the eastern bridge, Lindar paused. "Be well my friends! I do hope we may meet again."


Baldor and Belgo said their goodbyes, and at 10 o'clock that morning, the company was off.


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That afternoon, as they enjoyed a light lunch, a voice called out from East, down the road.


"Hail friends," it said, "Do you journey from Thranduil's halls?"


An elven scout stood down the road a short ways, approaching the camp.

 

[The Grassy Gnoll]

"Hail!", cries Ceodric, rising from his seat on a small boulder from where he had been sharing his lunch with his hound.

OOC: before I go any further, do I have any Foreknowledge about this scout?