<LOTR> The Fate of The North

[garyh]

When he returns, he says, "They were traveling alone. This one," indicating the goblinish man, "apparently caught our scent." Turning to Belegon, he says - indicating the bowman, "look at the armor and sword of that one. Does it tell his homeland?"

Belegon kneels and looks closely at the bowman. "What manner of man is this?" the Dunadan mused.

OOC: I'll use any relevant Lore abilities to identify the man's origin and any other details that can be found.

 

[Mirth]

Sirandir will give some of his water to the shivering horse and turn to Eidar, "Is there anything you can do for him, horselord?"

The elf then turns to Lanwi, "Might I see those pieces of paper the man was carrying?" He examines the map to see if any locations are marked and inspects the other piece of paper to see what it is. When he is done, he shares his findings with the group. "I'll hold onto these if nobody has any objections," he says and then puts them in his pouch.

"You all should really find some shelter from this snow," Sirandir finally observes.

 

[Darth Ecks]

"I don't know if the food is edible, but it's hard to go wrong with ale, Master Underhill." Lorin takes a drink.

 

[Inez Hull]

Originally spoken by Sirandir

"Is there anything you can do for him, horselord?"

Eidar looks over the horse and shakes his head. "The poor thing has been poorly treated. Unless we plan to tarry and nurse it back to health there is little we can do. I suggest we feed it and turn it loose back towards Bree. Hopefully it will find a new owner who will treat it better."

Eidar unhitches the horse from the cart and then attempts to jury-rig a feed bag from one of the grain sacks. He then tends to the horse's hooves and mouth, steers it towards the west and whacks it on the rump sending it trotting off.

"Come, let us return to our camp and Sirandir can tell us what there is to tell from these papers."

 

[ColonelHardisson]

After handing Sirandir the papers, Lanwi walks back up the hill a ways to continue his watch. As he gazes out across the increasingly snow-shrouded landscape, he chuckles to himself, but without humor: "I believe this is gong to be a long night."

 

[Daiymo]

"I don't know if the food is edible, but it's hard to go wrong with ale, Master Underhill." Lorin takes a drink.

The hobbit crinkles his nose as the dwarf drinks from the bottle. "You are brave indeed Lorin to drink from a bottle possessed by a goblin-man. Who knows what that is-it could be poisoned." For a moment Strabo looks on with real concern.

Then, a moment later he adds,"Umm how is it ?"

 

[Mirth]

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