Middle Earth [TA 2997]: The Phantom of the Northern Marches
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ferretguy
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"Well if need be we could take from the herd, nature does supply that which any would need.." Breor pauses "Although considering the way the herd is acting, it may leave us with a smaller party..."
OOC: will be leaving town 3 days (anniversery stuff in disneyland!) will post when I get back, feel free to autopilot...
OOC: will be leaving town 3 days (anniversery stuff in disneyland!) will post when I get back, feel free to autopilot...
rangerjohn
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Arathorn follows the other ranger stealthily towards the herd.
Inez Hull
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Whilst Breor and Artos go about finding and setting up a campsite and fire, Antroine keeps a watch of questionable security and the two Dunedain stalk off towards the elk herd. Arathorn and Valandil creep cautiously southward until they have visual range on the herd and believe they are unnoticed. Arathorn draws back a shaft and releases as Valandil keeps a hawkish gaze on the herd. The arrow flies true, taking an elk through the neck and scattering its nearby brethren. The herd startles, but unaware of the rangers simply scatters and shifts further southward. Waiting for a few cautious minutes the rangers then move in to safely collect their kill and in a few minutes more return to their companions and the beginnings of a fire.
The company takes rest, enjoying the tranquility of the glade and savouring the smell of roast meat, with the exception of Artos who dissapears for a while to forage and then claims a small portion of as yet uncooked meat. The peaceful setting beguiles the party for a while and it is not until the lengthening shadows cast by the Pen-Dredi to the west darken the forest that thoughts turn once more to the phantom. There are still a couple of hours of sunlight left, but whilst the sky remains light, the shadow cast by the peak is already darkening the woods around you, lending them a foreboding eerieness that belies their daylight serenity.
[OODM: Any plans before I move time onwards?]
The company takes rest, enjoying the tranquility of the glade and savouring the smell of roast meat, with the exception of Artos who dissapears for a while to forage and then claims a small portion of as yet uncooked meat. The peaceful setting beguiles the party for a while and it is not until the lengthening shadows cast by the Pen-Dredi to the west darken the forest that thoughts turn once more to the phantom. There are still a couple of hours of sunlight left, but whilst the sky remains light, the shadow cast by the peak is already darkening the woods around you, lending them a foreboding eerieness that belies their daylight serenity.
[OODM: Any plans before I move time onwards?]
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rangerjohn
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"Agreed" says Arathorn as he nervously picks at his fletching.
Inez Hull
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[OODM: Sorry 'bout the lack of posting, very busy week. I'll attempt to get a bit of flow happpening once more]
The company boldly decides to wait on in the lengthening shadows, to Artos's reminder that Aski had his encounter with the Phantom at dusk, in this very forest. The meal of freshly roasted elk is enjoyed, but relaxation soon becomes impossible and the rich meat turns nervous stomaches queasy. Nerves fray and the lengthening shadows bring an eerie quietness to the wyd. The rangers swear that nothing is abnormal about the forest, just the normal quiet as diurnal animals retire and nocturnal creatures have yet to begin their nights activities. However, the words do little to convince anyone, and whether it be purely from the expectation of the Phantom's appearance, something feels wrong.
With time the false dusk of the westerly peak's shadow becomes true dusk and moves on into night. The light of the campfire and the glow from moon and stars above grant fair visibility in the sparse foliage of the wyd, yet the shadows seem to bear menace. Suprisingly it is Antroine, whose increasing fear of the phantom seems to have cut through his normal smoke hazed distraction, who first notices the strange light off in the distance to the west. With a strangled yelp he is on his feet pointing for the rest of the party to see. It is hard to see at first, blinking between the interposing trees several hundred yards away, upslope in the foothills of the Pen-Dredi, but with patience all spot it at last, a flickering ghostlight of pale blue-green slowly moving through the trees.
The company boldly decides to wait on in the lengthening shadows, to Artos's reminder that Aski had his encounter with the Phantom at dusk, in this very forest. The meal of freshly roasted elk is enjoyed, but relaxation soon becomes impossible and the rich meat turns nervous stomaches queasy. Nerves fray and the lengthening shadows bring an eerie quietness to the wyd. The rangers swear that nothing is abnormal about the forest, just the normal quiet as diurnal animals retire and nocturnal creatures have yet to begin their nights activities. However, the words do little to convince anyone, and whether it be purely from the expectation of the Phantom's appearance, something feels wrong.
With time the false dusk of the westerly peak's shadow becomes true dusk and moves on into night. The light of the campfire and the glow from moon and stars above grant fair visibility in the sparse foliage of the wyd, yet the shadows seem to bear menace. Suprisingly it is Antroine, whose increasing fear of the phantom seems to have cut through his normal smoke hazed distraction, who first notices the strange light off in the distance to the west. With a strangled yelp he is on his feet pointing for the rest of the party to see. It is hard to see at first, blinking between the interposing trees several hundred yards away, upslope in the foothills of the Pen-Dredi, but with patience all spot it at last, a flickering ghostlight of pale blue-green slowly moving through the trees.
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