Middle Earth [TA 2997]: The Phantom of the Northern Marches

[Manzanita]

Valandil

"I have 50 feet of good elven rope. But neither a grappling hook nor enough faith in my knot-tying ability to bet our lives on combing my rope with another's. We are not lost, though, I think. See how it remains close to us despite our slow travel? It wants us as much as we want it. Perhaps we could work our way around, or stay here, and set a trap for it."

 

[rangerjohn]

"We have no idea how far the chasm extends, and what if it trying to lead to something that is not a trap?" Arathorn interjects.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Either way, our path crosses this chasm," Antroine says, and puts his pipe in his mouth, starting to think.

 

[Inez Hull]

Actions?

 

[Manzanita]

Valandil

"Let us investigate another way around the chasm. Look at the light on the other side. I don't believe it is trying to lose us. It may well even follow us if we try to go around. Before we leave, let us try to ensure we can find this place again if need be. Also, let's try to get a sense of the direction we've been heading, so that if we do lose the light, we could purue its likely path."

OOC: We haven't noticed any tracks yet, have we, as we follow the supposed phantom?

 

[ferretguy]

"Well since it seems to want us to follow, I say we find a path around and see where it leads us" states Breor

 

[Festy_Dog]

Antroine nods.

"Going around seems the only way," he says, "It will take a long time."

 

[rangerjohn]

Antroine nods.

"Going around seems the only way," he says, "It will take a long time."

"Indeed, we'll be lucky if it comes back tommorrow night. I doubt we will reach its position tonight." Arathorn returns.

 

[Inez Hull]

OOC: We haven't noticed any tracks yet, have we, as we follow the supposed phantom?

Nothing obvious, but it is night and you have had your attention on the Phantom.


The party decides to try and navigate around the gorge and continue it's pursuit of the Phantom. You begin moving off in a southerly direction, following the line of the ridge and soon the oddly flashing lights are left behind. After only perhaps half an hour of cautious march along the lip of the gorge the slope seems to fall away and you are able to carefully climb down without the need for rope. As you stand at the bottom looking at the other side of the gorge for the best path to traverse the upslope, Breor spots the familiar green lights of the Phantom twinkling in the distance to the north, now at the bottom of the gorge.

 

[ferretguy]

"This thing is just having alot of fun with us..." Breor growls "but at least we don't have to go up"