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<blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1102264" data-attributes="member: 12631">&quot;As you can see, &quot; Banedren intoned, glancing at the empty weapons racks outside &quot;we're desperatly short on arms and armour. Even in the worst of seasons, we can usually find enough food in the woods to keep half our bellies full, and the elves allow us to take wood for shafts and spears. Now, at least,&quot; He said with a wry glance at the elven woman who sat, still staring into the diastance, to all appearences deep in thought.&quot;Even so, most of my men are forced to fight with sub-par weapons.&quot; He scowled &quot;If you've ever fought a vardatch-wielding orc with a wooden stake, you'll know what I mean. What steel and iron weapons we have break and wear down until they're barely metal clubs. With the war in the north going as it is, our hosts haven't been able to spare any Veradeen arms or any smiths capable of helping us&quot;.&quot;General Ilasus,&quot; the refugee commander continued, and Coel realsied this was the elf's name, &quot;has relayed to me a tale from her informants out in the Westlands.&quot; Banedren pointed to a map on the table.It depicted an area of the Caraheen and Erenland, stretching from the refugee camp, over 100 miles inland from Althorin, to Baden's Bluff, to the shores of the Ardune, to the elven village of Irenara in the midst of the Erethor forest. It showed the locations of the handful of known, permanent Shadow camps, and a particular ruin was marked in the middle of the Westlands.&quot;This is the castle Knightswatch&quot; Banedren explained &quot;and according to the tales, it may hold our best chance to claim a stockpile of battle gear.&quot;Once, it was the seat of some Erenlander lord who fought the Shadow in the Last Battle, but, like all that was ours, it fell.&quot; Banedren looked grimmer than usual. &quot;The stories say that even as the orcs stormed the last bastion of Knightswatch, the garrison sealed off the armoury, to prevent their foes from using their weapons against them. Ilasus has reason to think that even to this day, that armoury remains undistrubed&quot;.Banedren sat back heavily in his chair, and for a moment all was quiet, apart form a light tap-tap-tap as Ilasus tamped her pipe. Then, Banedren spoke again &quot;I want you to go out to Knightswatch, and find the old armoury, and break the seal. Beware, for they may have woven dangerous spells in their extremity, and I wouldn't discount the presense of the Fell.&quot;&quot;From there, arrangments will be made to get the arms and armour back here, to Erethor and my warriors. Coel, you're the swiftest- and surest-footed wayfarer I have, and I know you can avoid the legions of the Shadow once you leave the welcoming boughs of Erethor.&quot;&quot;Nevertheless, I've called on two trustworthy companions to join you. You'll find them waiting at Lansin's cider cask...&quot; Baendren smiled slightly. &quot;They... uhhh... shouldn't be hard to find.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dirigible, post: 1102264, member: 12631"] "As you can see, " Banedren intoned, glancing at the empty weapons racks outside "we're desperatly short on arms and armour. Even in the worst of seasons, we can usually find enough food in the woods to keep half our bellies full, and the elves allow us to take wood for shafts and spears. Now, at least," He said with a wry glance at the elven woman who sat, still staring into the diastance, to all appearences deep in thought. "Even so, most of my men are forced to fight with sub-par weapons." He scowled "If you've ever fought a vardatch-wielding orc with a wooden stake, you'll know what I mean. What steel and iron weapons we have break and wear down until they're barely metal clubs. With the war in the north going as it is, our hosts haven't been able to spare any Veradeen arms or any smiths capable of helping us". "General Ilasus," the refugee commander continued, and Coel realsied this was the elf's name, "has relayed to me a tale from her informants out in the Westlands." Banedren pointed to a map on the table. It depicted an area of the Caraheen and Erenland, stretching from the refugee camp, over 100 miles inland from Althorin, to Baden's Bluff, to the shores of the Ardune, to the elven village of Irenara in the midst of the Erethor forest. It showed the locations of the handful of known, permanent Shadow camps, and a particular ruin was marked in the middle of the Westlands. "This is the castle Knightswatch" Banedren explained "and according to the tales, it may hold our best chance to claim a stockpile of battle gear. "Once, it was the seat of some Erenlander lord who fought the Shadow in the Last Battle, but, like all that was ours, it fell." Banedren looked grimmer than usual. "The stories say that even as the orcs stormed the last bastion of Knightswatch, the garrison sealed off the armoury, to prevent their foes from using their weapons against them. Ilasus has reason to think that even to this day, that armoury remains undistrubed". Banedren sat back heavily in his chair, and for a moment all was quiet, apart form a light tap-tap-tap as Ilasus tamped her pipe. Then, Banedren spoke again "I want you to go out to Knightswatch, and find the old armoury, and break the seal. Beware, for they may have woven dangerous spells in their extremity, and I wouldn't discount the presense of the Fell." "From there, arrangments will be made to get the arms and armour back here, to Erethor and my warriors. Coel, you're the swiftest- and surest-footed wayfarer I have, and I know you can avoid the legions of the Shadow once you leave the welcoming boughs of Erethor." "Nevertheless, I've called on two trustworthy companions to join you. You'll find them waiting at Lansin's cider cask..." Baendren smiled slightly. "They... uhhh... shouldn't be hard to find." [/QUOTE]

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