Shar-gûl thrak-dug burz [IC ME 3.5 SA]

[Festy_Dog]

Sydney stands and puts down the sheet of parchment he was writing upon. His heavy coat is open exposing his expensive clothes. A rapier of exceptional quality resides upon his belt.

"Ereldon, It would be my pleasure to assist you in this endeavour, first things first though," he says and walks over to assess the elf's wounds, "Yes, I believe I can help you with that. I need but a moment."

He utters a short phrase.

"If time heals all wounds
Let us fein it has been a day,
And let the passage of time
Steal these injuries away."

[ooc: Cure Light Wounds]

He adjusts his spectacles.

"Now on to pressing matters. I can be on the road to Forngladden in however much time it takes to get my steed ready to ride," Sydney says and bows, [quenya]"Sydney Hale is at your service."[/quenya]

 

[Inez Hull]

"Let us tarry no longer then, for the folk of Forngladden await and my blade thirsts to spill the blood of orc."

Gânithlar looks over Erelden's wounds then speaks to him, "if you be well enough to travel on, ride with us and let us know what forces are arrayed against Forngladden as we travel."

Turning once more to stride out the door Gânithlar realises he is only wearing his breastplate. "I would ride to Forngladden fully gird for battle, would one of you assist me whilst the others prepare the wagons?"

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

"I will ride with ye," came a calm voice as Finwe stood up. His longbow was over his shoulder, and his sword at his hip. A cloak covered most of him, with a quiver full of arrows on his back. He moved a hair out of his face and stepped forward, "I will not see a Shadow fall on Forngladden."

 

[rangerjohn]

Aurenor ansewers the others, "Yes, it seems the orcs ride forth from thier dark holes once again, to face those of stout heart. Let us not disappoint them. "

 

[Mirth]

Aurenor answers the others, "Yes, it seems the orcs ride forth from thier dark holes once again, to face those of stout heart. Let us not disappoint them."

"Well, if it is stout hearts that are needed, look no further," a voice calls from the back of the inn. The warrior's close-cropped white hair and sparkling mithril armor can be seen under his heavy, grey cloak as he steps forward into the light, "I am called to cleanse this land of the shadow's plague, so it is no accident that this request has fallen on my ears. Gilruin of the Numenor is at your service, Erelden."

 

[ferretguy]

Taking a last draw from the Tankard of Stout Ale, Theolin pushes away from the table, Well, it looks as though we have takers on some orc slayin'. Lets get to those supplies Sir Smiths and be off 'ere its too late

 

[Festy_Dog]

"I shall leave you all to preparing the wagon then, I'll give Ganithlar some assistance with his armour," Sydney says, and helps Ganithlar don his full battle attire.

 

[Uriel]

Nalin has his gear and himself ready to go in a quarter of an hour.

 

[hellbender]

Erelden turns to Sydney, "Thank you graciously for the healing touch,( And, in Quenya 'The House of Goldenvale never forgets a kindness')" turning to the assembly, "And my sincere thanks to all of you. I fear dark days ahead when foul deviltry like this can befall such a warm and welcoming town as Forngladden. I will gladly assist anyone who wishes to follow me back, and I will also pay for any help that anyone wishes to send along."

The elf, looking much less haggered, sheaths his sword and addresses the adventurers, "What we venture to face is no common hedgemage or orc shaman. The attacks were much too swift, and the leader is canny and wise. I fear some abomination that serves the Shadow is behind this siege, and this knowledge troubles my heart. We have a ride of two days ahead. Whenever any who wish to accompany me are ready, I shall be ready to ride. I cannot rest easily knowing that many good people are in peril."

 

[Mirth]

OOC: I'll be out of town on vacation until Wed. Sept. 18th. Feel free to autopilot my character if need be.