Citadel of the Iron Crown part II ~ Vapour From The West

Dlsharrock

First Post
The sun rises on a glorious autumnal morning. The air is brisk and a cool breeze plays across the swaying treetops. The Men of Brethilost, a logging camp high in the Mirkwood Mountains, are up with the sun, working as hard as ever. Though after the events of the previous night there is a certain palpable disquiet in the air and the expressions on the faces of those who toil are less relaxed than usual.

At the fringe of the woods, where the treeline stands like a retaining wall around the stumps and open ground of the camp, a small group have gathered. Aerec the horsemaster, Ulfang the 'barbarian' of the east lands, Aranel, Elven envoy of King Thranduil's interests in the region, Thalion, an Elf healer, and Gellion, the camp's odd-job scullion. Laden and prepared they have mustered at this spot in order to track the footsteps of those would-be burglars who escaped from the camp the night before.

Baran foredwarf, the truly injured party in the whole burglary debacle, has opted to stay behind and cover the duty rosters of those who have agreed to track the villains. Meanwhile, the captured thieves have been locked up to await further interrogation, or until those in charge at Brethilost decide how best to deal with them. The general consensus around the camp seems to be that eventually someone will need to escort the prisoners to Lake Town, and thereafter probably Dale, where they can be dealt with by local authorities.

[SBLOCK=OOC]To start as we mean to go on with this new thread, all spoken word in colour please, and thoughts in itallic. I'm going to post in white rather than blue to make for easier reading. All OOC in SBLOCKs too please.

All relevant background information, maps, setting details and rumours can be found here http://www.enworld.org/showpost.php?p=4189583&postcount=1[/SBLOCK]
 

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Fenris

Adventurer
The sun rises on a glorious autumnal morning. The air is brisk and a cool breeze plays across the swaying treetops. The Men of Brethilost, a logging camp high in the Mirkwood Mountains, are up with the sun, working as hard as ever. Though after the events of the previous night there is a certain palpable disquiet in the air and the expressions on the faces of those who toil are less relaxed than usual.

At the fringe of the woods, where the treeline stands like a retaining wall around the stumps and open ground of the camp, a small group have gathered. Aerec the horsemaster, Ulfang the 'barbarian' of the east lands, Aranel, Elven envoy of King Thranduil's interests in the region, Thalion, an Elf healer, and Gellion, the camp's odd-job scullion. Laden and prepared they have mustered at this spot in order to track the footsteps of those would-be burglars who escaped from the camp the night before.


Thalion is impatient with this percieved delay, but wants to at least get it over with and starts to scan the forest floor for the tell-tale signs of passage.
 

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