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Author Topic: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread  (Read 94233 times)

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Offline damilano

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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1300 on: August 13, 2015, 02:34:09 PM »
GM:  I'm continuing with Gilaen on her personal thread.  However, others are free to interact and exchange ideas, as well as conduct actions if they wish.
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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1301 on: August 14, 2015, 01:54:52 PM »
After more than an hour, Gilaen returned to the camp.  With her was the Lord Tarma, who seated himself on a stump next to Funkmaggot.  The Viscount Mora joined them with Helvorn at his side.  Both men remained standing.

GM:  All spell-casters other than Gilaen have now performed their required nightly meditation.

Tarma spoke as he sat. 

"There is no need to rise or bow," he said as he took his seat.  "This is a Ranger's camp, not my cousin's court."

He reached over and took a half-loaf of bread that had remained from the party's dinner.  He began to munch on it, speaking at intervals.

"I shall send men to recover the body of my kinsman," he began.  "And both he and I are in debt for your service to him, for though at the last you failed, the deed was well done."

"Therefore I have decided to aid your quest to the Angroth Iaur, though I warn you:  I doubt you will find treasure there, neither mithril, nor gold, nor gems.  But danger you are likely to find in abundance, for hollows under the hills are rarely empty in the Trollshaws.  Likely some of you will never return.

"But if you are resolved upon this quest, then I am willing to send Helvorn as far as the Bald -- for that is the name of that desolate Hilltop -- to protect you and be your guide.  But once there, he will leave you to your devices, for there are other urgent errands that await him.

"Gear also I shall give you, for climbing and survival in the cold.  And my healer will provide you with some herbs from his small stock, so that you may find healing in the wild.

"Your own gear shall be here by morning, I trust.  And as a small token of my goodwill, I have ordered that my bursar pay to you each ten gold coins, that you may also re-equip yourselves in such fashion as you choose if ever you return to me.

"For return to me you must:  the Lady Gilaen, at least, must come to me for her final healing.  And this I charge you.  That as a condition of my aid, you will map the Angroth Iaur carefully, and that you will cleanse it of all fell creatures -- whether they walk on two legs or four, be they living or dark undead, that I may reclaim the place as a strong-point, if I desire.

"Isengrim, I am sending you with some of my men to Rivendell, and there you will resume your studies with Master Elrond, whose..."

But Isengrim did not wait to hear the rest.

"No!" he said, and the party found themselves surprised at his heat.

"What?"

"No.  I will not run away to the safety of the Hidden Valley, leaving my friends in peril!"

Tarma's mouth moved, but no words came out.  His face reddened, but finally he spoke in a gentle tone.

"No, Isengrim.  This quest is not for you.  You cannot defend yourself in the wild, having no skill with the sword."

"I'll practice."

"Impossible.  You are a scholar, not a warrior."

"Exactly, Lord!  No living man knows as much about Dunadan ruins as I do!  Not even Master Dardan.  No other has gear such as that I've designed for studying and mapping such ruins!  Without me they will only fail, and you will be sending good folk to their deaths.

"Besides," continued Isengrim, "When I was alone and in danger, Gilaen protected me and has asked for nothing in return.  And so it is with the others!  Would you have me leave that debt unpaid?  Therefore I will go with the company, or you will have to send me to Elrond tied in a sack!"

Tarma growled.  "The boy is rash and headstrong!" he muttered to Mora.

"Say rather loyal, my Lord.  But did you expect otherwise?" returned Mora, and his mouth curled up in a restrained smile.

"Besides," the Viscount went on, "Is it not said that great heart should not be denied..."

"Nor generous deed be checked by cold counsel," finsihed Tarma with obvious distaste.  "And now those words come back to sting me!

"But I am in doubt, grave doubt, Viscount.  In this matter, my judgment is is uncertain."

"Then trust mine, Lord.  For even the most gifted chess player cannot compete if he lacks experience."

"That is indeed my fear," answered Tarma.  He sat long in thought.  Then he looked from face to face, as if sizing up the courage of each member of the party.

"Which of you will take an oath," he said slowly, "to protect Isengrim, even with his own life?  Who will take the vow of Gilaen Gildarion?"

Weiric came forward and put his hands on Isengrim's shoulder.

"I will," he said.
« Last Edit: August 14, 2015, 02:18:16 PM by damilano »
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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1302 on: August 14, 2015, 02:22:50 PM »
Throk

Smiles upon hearing Lord Tarma's words and bows low with his hand upon his breast,
"I too, do so pledge to place Isengrim's life before my own. For which Dwarf worth their mettle would allow an Elf-maid and lordling man take such risk?" the last said with a low chuckle to show no ill-will.

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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1303 on: August 14, 2015, 02:30:37 PM »
Jorg looked down at Throk.

"His oaths are my oaths," he said simply.
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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1304 on: August 17, 2015, 07:39:29 AM »
Funkmaggot
 
Nervously and impatiently: "So, uhm...when we're all done with the oaths and such...uhm...you know of course we'll look after Isengrim and all...would it be possible to ask a small favour? There is this real unsavoury organisation called the Hand...maybe you've heard of them and they kind of forcefully recruited me...now of course I don't want to do anything criminal...of course, so I fled, but now they are after my poor head. So perhaps...uhm maybe, you can send some Rangers to make some arrests perhaps? I can tell you where they are and how the man looked that recruited me"

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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1305 on: August 17, 2015, 11:45:46 AM »
Tarma did not smile.

"Is that an oath, Master Halfling?" he asked.
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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1306 on: August 17, 2015, 02:09:18 PM »
Clotilde smiles fondly and encouragingly at Funkmaggot.

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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1307 on: August 17, 2015, 04:00:32 PM »
Funkmaggot
 
"Oath...as in with my life?" He gulps "Well, uhm that's more of a Dwarf thing...and uhm...I kind of agree with you Lord Tarma" he looks away from Isengrim

"I mean, of course we will protect each other and I will promise, or take an oath on that...it...uhm...I just can't promise that nothing will happen to him, or that I myself would be able to prevent that even with my life...I'm just a halfling, not big like Jorg or tough like Throk...I mean take that Ranger fellow, I shot some of his assailants good and at a very long distance too!!, but there were just too many, how was I to prevent that...what if that happens to Isengrim? I...I can't hide him either he's too tall and loud and does silly things sometimes"

He glances at Isengrim, then at Tarma, then at Isengrim again...then down and stops blabbering cheeks reddening
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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1308 on: August 17, 2015, 04:05:37 PM »
Lord Tarma shook his head sadly.
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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1309 on: August 18, 2015, 12:03:19 PM »
"And what of you, Lady of the Siol Nunaw?" said Tarma, returning his gaze to Clotilde.  "Will you swear an oath to protect Isengrim, even with your own life, if necessary?"
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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1310 on: August 20, 2015, 03:03:54 PM »
"No, I will not so swear.  My duty is to my people and my father and I cannot put him before them." says Clotilde in a small voice.

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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Game Thread
« Reply #1311 on: August 21, 2015, 02:11:24 PM »
Tarma folded his arms and sat long in thought.

"Viscount, what do you see?"  he said at last.

"I see risk, Lord," he replied.  "But I also see opportunity.  This news of the lad's... activities..."

"Yes, I see that too," replied Tarma, without waiting to hear the rest.

"Very well," said Tarma rising.  "So be it.  Your expedition shall receive the blessing and aid of the Rangers, and Isengrim will accompany you as scholar and mapmaker.

"But I entreat you, Master Throk, Jorg, Lady Gilaen, and my good Weiric.  Remember that you have given oaths to a lord of the House of Tarma!  And I will reward that which is given:  fealty with love, valor with honor, and oathbreaking... with vengeance!" 

"By the Valar, Viscount," muttered Tarma, shaking his head.  "What have  I done?"

"What you had to do, Lord," replied Tarma, with his eyes fixed  on Isengrim.  "What you always do.  You've changed the game!"

Tarma turned to Funkmaggot.  "As to Hand, his people are running Rood, it seems, and that is the jurisdiction of my cousin, Lord Eket.  But I will make inquiries.  I think you need not fear them -- for the present." Then the Lord left at once with Helvorn hurrying behind him.  But Mora sat in the King's place and withdrew a heavy purse from his coverings.  The purse bore the mark of Tarma's bursar.  He counted out ten gold coins for each of the party with a smile on his face.

"I hope you will remember that the Lord is generous man," he said as the party stowed their gold.  "And that his Rangers are good friends to have in these parts.

"In the morning your equipment will have arrived.  Also there is some special gear that Helvorn has advised me to give you; warm cloaks, new boots, climbing equipment., and of course some potent healing herbs.  Lady Gilaen, you will need to see the King's healer in the morning.  All will be ready when you awake.

"Helvorn himself will accompany you to the Bald, and see that you get inside.  But there he must leave you, for he has other errands.  Once you set foot in that mine, you are on your own.

"Isengrim, you are to see the Lord in the morning.  Alone.

"Sleep well.  And be of good cheer!  For you have done well."

Mora chuckled to himself as he got up.

"Very well indeed," he said to himself as he left.

GM:  Those who have not submitted selections for DPs may do so now.  Our next narrative will find us on the road to the old Dunadan Iron Mines -- the Angroth Iaur, in search of a treasure greater than gold or gems.
« Last Edit: August 21, 2015, 02:29:25 PM by damilano »
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