EREBOR: Ravenhill.   Posted by Eru Illuvatar.Group: 0
Thrir son of Thrur
 player, 9 posts
Fri 18 Aug 2017
at 04:01
EREBOR: Ravenhill
In reply to Evia daughter of Dwalin (msg # 14):

Thrir listened to the pitch. It was a pitch. Still Dwain, son of Balin, seemed committed to the cause. Khazad-dūm was abandoned with much riches still within it's halls. In the past Thrir's ancestor had fought in the War of Dwarves and Orcs, he had fought at climatic Battle of Azanulbizar. It was there that his ancestor had fallen in battle. It was said that they still looked after their descendants, which is why despite so many hardships Thrir had so far persevered.

Thrir though knew that Durin's Bane still was in the halls of Moria, or so he believed. "What of Durin's Bane?" he said looking at the pitiful band "How will we defeat it when our ancestors failed?"

Thrir, son of Thrur, though was really thinking about the treasures. Sufficient to reclaim his birthright, even to be greater than that which was taken. Still the odds were long that this would be successful endeavor.

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Kronin son of Krolin
 player, 17 posts
Fri 18 Aug 2017
at 05:19
EREBOR: Ravenhill
As Dwain bid them all welcome to their secretive little meeting spot, Kronin found himself comforted by the cozy little enclosed space. Ever since childhood and perhaps as a result of his Dwarven nature he had been attracted to areas that were snug, secure, defensible. Out of sight and out from under the open sky.

He was not sure what to expect. A matter of business perhaps given that Evia and himself had arrived in the same caravan? A sensitive discussion of diplomatic importance? Or maybe even the delivery of some dire news like the death of some important Dwarf. But this...never would he have guessed this.

Which led him to his next conundrum.

Why him?

He was younger by far than most here, and less experianced by the look of the scars and worn weapons that had preceded him. Dwain could have had his pick of many strapping young Dwarves...so why was he selected before them?

The young Dwarf was silent as the others discussed matters of great importance, some already sounding like they had agreed to the endeavor...at least in principle.

And so he waited, and he listened, hoping that he might learn more before he cast his lot. And so he sat and rubbed his beard with one hand looking deep in thought, his eyes glancing from one to the next as they spoke.

This message was last edited by the player at 03:48, Fri 13 Oct.

Evia daughter of Dwalin
 player, 16 posts
Fri 18 Aug 2017
at 05:59
EREBOR: Ravenhill
In reply to Thrir son of Thrur (msg # 15):

"Durin's Bane is dead, killed by the wizard Tharkūn this was the message told by Gimli son of Gloin to our king." She places her pipe back in her mouth.

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This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 05:59, Fri 18 Aug.

Thrir son of Thrur
 player, 10 posts
Sat 19 Aug 2017
at 15:27
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Thrir, son of Thrur shook his head a bit.

"I believe Gimli, son of Gloin, reported that he saw Tharkūn bring his staff down upon a bridge and both Tharkūn and Durin's Bane fell into the depths of Khazad-dūm. Presumably both were killed? But do we know for certain do we? Who has ventured to Khazad-dūm to see if Durin's Bane is truly gone since that time?" he gruffly added.

"Don't get me wrong reclaiming Khazad-dūm would be a great boon to our people. However we must prepare for the worst or suffer our ancestors fate we will. If Durin's Bane or another of his kind remain, how will we deal with it?"
Evia daughter of Dwalin
 player, 17 posts
Sat 19 Aug 2017
at 21:14
EREBOR: Ravenhill
In reply to Thrir son of Thrur (msg # 18):

"Gimili was adamant  that Tharkūn had fought the beast from the dungeons up the endless stair to finally best him on peak of Zirakzigil next to Durin's tower. He said it's bones lie there still, I see no reason he would be false in this regard and I interviewed him extensivly on the subject.. ah for the king of course." She put her pipe back in her mouth before again removing it and adding.

"You are correct though some other foul beast would have assumed the mantle of leadership and now marshal the forces, that is the way of things in that place. I have more research on the relationship between Durin's Bane, the Orc's and Goblin's, but that is for another time. That is why much investigation will have to be conducted before we even look at the gates of the hall so we know what is going on in the mountain and surrounding it. Remember it was as such with Azog and then Bolg and now who knows what." She spits on the floor after uttering the foul names of the enemy.

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Ymir son of Gunir
 player, 5 posts
Sun 20 Aug 2017
at 02:46
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Upon entering the room and seeing the august company therein, Ymir removed his hat and bowed his head slightly in respect to the sons and daughter of dwarves lost but most respected. As they took their seats, Ymir spoke to Huginn in a low voice.

"Go on and help yerself to some mice - I promise we'll stop by the Pub after this."

Huginn let out a single caw and flew off to catch his meal. Ymir listened to the first speaker, Dwain, son of Balin and heard his words of retaking Khazad-dūm. This struck a chord in the young Artificer and he listened to the others in his group speak - if there was royal permission to go, of Durin's Bane and of its reported defeat and what could have taken over Dwarrowdelf after it. He stood, to say his peace.

He looked to the son of Balin, for he shared with him what he was about to speak of.

"I am Ymir, son of Gunir. Me Da joined yers many years ago in the attempt of retakin those hallowed halls for our people. Before he left, he telled me of the honor it was to go and how his skills in Artifice would help in their quest. Before I came here, I was looking fer rentin a storefront or a lot to set up shop and begin to ply me trade as he taught me. Now I see that I will follow me Da's steps in completing a task that he tried but didn't finish.

Whether Durin's Bane is dead or some even fowler thing has taken its place is of no matter to me. I don't know the minds of the others ye brought here, but fer meself, I ask to join ye and together we finish what our Da's started - my Smithing Hammer and me skills are yers
."

He nodded once To Dwain, put his wide-brimmed hat back on his head and took his seat.
Eru Illuvatar
 GM, 63 posts
 The One Alone
 Creator of Arda
Sun 20 Aug 2017
at 04:06
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Dwain One-Eye listens intently to the exchange, then acknowledges:

"It is as Evia daughter of Lord Dwalin has said; Durin's Bane exists no more, Tharkūn slew our hated enemy and avenged our race!"

He glances over at the three hooded dwarves, watching from their seat in the shadows.  Almost imperceptibly, the three of them give a silent nod.

A confident smirk crosses Dwain's face, and a flame sparks in his eye, a dangerous flame!  He scans the room once again, then clears his throat and continues.

"And yet his armies remain, and who can say what minions of the Shadow fled the fall of the Dark Tower and abide now in Moria with the rest of their ilk?  Make no mistake, our task may well be the most daunting of our age, and we may all die in the attempt, but I for one, would rather die on my feet, like a dwarf, than sit here, chewing coal, while our ancient enemies infest the sacred halls of Durin!  This is our chance, our chance to take back what has been too long kept from us!  The King will not sanction this, however.  He forbids Khazad-dum to all by royal decree and, in choosing this, we defy his will.  There is no other way, unless someone here knows a way we may gain his favour."



He looks from one dwarf to another, pausing to see if any will offer another course of action.

The two younger dwarves look to one another for an answer, yet neither one speaks up.

The short dwarf with the mismatched eyes and dark unkempt beard gazes back at Dwain son of Balin grimly, he fingers an amulet at his neck, but says nothing.

The chestnut haired muscular dwarf crosses his arms and shakes his head, for he has no answer to give, but iron resolution burns in the look he returns to Dwain.

The sons of Bifur and Bofur, and the daughter of Nori look to one another, and then back to Dwain once more.

"If we approach the King, and he will not assent, then our intentions are made plain to him, and our whole endeavour will come to nought, or so I deem," replies Brogur son of Bofur, speaking for all three.  "And so we three are of one accord.  We shall go forth to Moria, whether the King wills or no!"

Dwain grins in agreement, then listens as Ymir agrees to go as well.

"Proud I am, to have you with us, that is four so far.  This task is arduous, and perilous as no other has been since the Oakenshield and his brave company faced the old dragon himself.  They were the salvation of Erebor; we can be the redeemers of Khazad-dum!"

This message was last edited by the GM at 05:01, Sun 20 Aug.

Evia daughter of Dwalin
 player, 18 posts
Sun 20 Aug 2017
at 04:18
EREBOR: Ravenhill

"I will join you as well. My family has invested a great deal in those ancient halls and I will reclaim it and them. You have my hammer." Avia places her pipe back in her mouth and puffs out a cloud of smoke.

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Thrir son of Thrur
 player, 12 posts
Sun 20 Aug 2017
at 06:22
EREBOR: Ravenhill
In reply to Evia daughter of Dwalin (msg # 22):

Thrir, son of Thrur, heard Dwain One-Eye speak he considered his words. Still the dwarf was not entirely convinced. It didn't help that he mentioned the mionions of shadow have taken refuge in Khazad-dūm.

He stroked the braids in his beard as he pondered the moment. His heart took hold of the saying that they'd rather die on their feet like a dwarf. Still such a journey would be very dangerous, they may well give their lives. Surely just compensation would be in order? That would make him wealthier than his father had been, and wealthier than his brother who had stolen much.

"As we all share in the risk, shall we also share equally in the treasure?" Thrir asked.
Noin son of Balin
 player, 4 posts
 Priest of Aulë
Sun 20 Aug 2017
at 07:13
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Noin son of Balin finally speaks after listening intently and just as intently watching "I am and always will be with you brother, you know that."

He shakes his head with a frown "As for the king, I too can see no other way, he is set in his view on this." He smiles "Of course a king's command does not apply to another king. If only you had the Arkenstone." and shakes his head stopping there.

"There are practicalities that should be discussed, were you planning on doing so tonight?"
Kronin son of Krolin
 player, 18 posts
Sun 20 Aug 2017
at 15:05
EREBOR: Ravenhill
And so it was that Kronin, son of Krolin, found himself quite unexpectedly arrived upon a crossroads in his life. Already the others were pledging themselves wholly to the endeavor, although it seemed that this plan, or some form or notion of it had been in the making for some time.

Armies had marched upon Kazad-Dum, armies led and manned by some of the greatest Dwarves of the last age. So many of their ancestors had fallen at it's gates and within it's walls, the countless honored dead heaped uncerimoniously in the dark.

To say that Kronin was unafraid would be a lie, he had no illusions about the cunning and ferocity of the Ork and their kith, and bold words now would soon be tested, he knew, with blood and metal. But still...that fell place called to him.

In the end it came down to the lunch he had shared with his brother Kavdin earlier in the day. So simple a thing to break bread with a loved one, but the knowledge that the Goblin men were down there in Moria, breeding, fighting amongst themselves, preparing always in their hatred and ignorance to visit violence and desecration upon some new place or people. It was this and not glory or sentiment that called him to take up his arms.

To take the fight to the enemy, now, in the prime of his life and to go among them and to fell as many as he was able. To prevent in his own way some future calamity. To do his part, and to know that if he were to refuse now, that the decision to stand idle might haunt him to the end of his days.

"I will fight with you, Dwain One-Eye" the words sounding surreal even as he said them. "Let it not be said that the Dwarves of the Fourth Age  are unworthy of their inheritance" he punctuated his words with a slight bow, drawing himself up and exhaling slowly with a series of nods.

He was committed.
Eru Illuvatar
 GM, 65 posts
 The One Alone
 Creator of Arda
Wed 23 Aug 2017
at 01:09
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Dwalin's eyes gleamed in the gathering gloom, his excitement growing with every dwarf who pledged him or herself to the vision of Khazad-dūm renewed, to his Father's vision of what could be.  Thrir voiced the question he knew many were thinking, and it was an important question as well, one that he had expected.

"Aye Thrir, before all here assembled, my oath I give you: to all who join me in this great enterprise, on my father's tomb I swear, an equal share, of all we recover, shall be theirs.  The word of the son of Balin you have."


To those who offered their service, he nodded to each in turn, like a dwarf sire of old accepting the fealty of his clan.  Dwain's voice never wavered as he spoke his oath, and his gaze swept around the chamber, holding all who would return it, with fierce resolve.  He answered each speaker, addressing them directly, as if they and they alone were with him there:

"Indeed Ymir son of Gunir, let it be so pledged.  Our Fathers both gave their lives to Moria, so let their sons avenge them, that their sacrifice shall not be in vain.  And when all is done, and we reclaim Khazad-dūm in their names, we shall find their final resting places, and do them honour, as they deserve."

"Evia daughter of Dwalin, the worth of your family, our family, is known throughout the West. Welcome good my cousin. If one seventh of the courage of your renowned sire (my uncle) runs in your veins, then our success is assured.  We shall do such deeds our family shall be rememberéd so long as the Khazad endure!"

"Kronin son of Krolin.  Honoured would I be to fight beside you.  Let us slay each and every last vile rukh (Kh. orc) who dares besmirch Durin's fair halls!  Broadbeam and Longbeard, united in arms, as our Tribes were of old; together, we shall win them both renown.  Let the servants of our Enemy beware, for none will dare gainsay us!"


Dwain stepped forward and put a calloused hand on Noin's shoulder.  "Brother, of all who came hither, you alone I never doubted.  I know your heart, Noin, but let the Arkenstone rest where it belongs, upon the breast of King Thorin Oakenshield, in the silent Halls of Thrain; the Heart of the Mountain belongs under the Mountain.  The King under the Mountain will be wrathful with us, but when he sees what we have accomplished then shall his anger be quenched."

"Your words, as always, are good council, and I take them to heart. There are many things to arrange, and we shall see to them all, as swiftly as we can.  They will take more than one nights labour, but Mahal has smiled upon us.   For we are blessed with four noble patrons who have proffered a sum most generous to our endeavor, enough to see us well on our way..."


With a wave of his other hand, he motioned towards the three hooded dwarves upon the bench, who now stood and stepped forward out of the dark.  Three venerable dwarf lords stood there, pale and wizened of skin, white and silver their long flowing beards, bespectacled and leaning on jeweled walking sticks, yet each with such regal bearing, that they seemed as mighty dwarf kings of yore:

Lord NORI the CUNNING, Lord DORI the KIND, and Lord DWALIN the OLD stood now before them, the last (save Lord Bombur) of Thorin's fabled company!

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Kronin son of Krolin
 player, 19 posts
Wed 23 Aug 2017
at 02:08
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Kronin felt a fire well up in his belly as  Dwalin continued to speak. It was not much the promise of reward, although Kronin like most of his kin shared a love of gold, gems and well made things. No, it was to be here, now, at the beginning of things.

He tried not to think of the horrors that awaited them, or of his own Grandfather and what he must have hoped, the speeches he had attended, the oaths that had been sworn, before marching off to that fated place.

For now he enjoyed the warmth in his belly and the lightness of his limbs, and he looked around at those that he had entrusted his life to, and they to him in turn.

It was as he was doing so that he spotted their guests, forgotten in the excitement, and as they pulled back their hoods Kronin found himself struck mute as he looked to each in turn. After a moment he gathered his thoughts and bowed at the waist in deep respect, and held that posture for a time.

This message was last edited by the player at 02:09, Wed 23 Aug.

Thrir son of Thrur
 player, 13 posts
Wed 23 Aug 2017
at 05:57
EREBOR: Ravenhill
After hearing Dwalin's pledge Thrir, son of Thrur gives his oath "Even as you give yours, then so shall I give mine. My blade will join with your blade. We shall open Khazad-dūm once more to dwarves or we shall die trying and tales will be told of us for our deeds."

Thrir then listened as he commented to the others oaths. Oaths given not knowing the reward. Foolishness, Thrir thought to himself. One had to be practical. What good was an oath if one had nothing to gain from it? Ah he thought to the day they should cleanse Khazad-dūm, on that day he would invite his brother and show him the wealth he had gotten. Then his father's spirit could rest.

Thrir looked on at the elderly remaining members of Thorin Oakenshield's group that had reclaimed Erebor. He even managed a nod of respect to the elders. For they had done what few dwarves had ever done in reclaiming the Lonely Mountain.
Evia daughter of Dwalin
 player, 20 posts
Wed 23 Aug 2017
at 07:13
EREBOR: Ravenhill

Evia listened to the rousing speech and its associated cheers and clapping from those around her. She to was more then eager to hear how the venture would be financed and the revelation that it would be funded by benefactors was somewhat interesting. Having to many people privy to secret never worked out well, or at least that is what her father said.

When she was mentioned by name she gave a short nod and then placed her pipe back in her mouth. When her father revealed himself she got to her feet quick smart and gave a deep bow. "Father." was all she could muster in reply.

Evia had struggled as to how to tell her father she would be leaving and to try and explain what she would be doing so he would not worry. Now with his support behind the venture she was very relieved she would not have to lie or leave with things unsaid in the dead of night.

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This message was last edited by the player at 08:01, Wed 23 Aug.

Noin son of Balin
 player, 5 posts
 Priest of Aulë
Thu 24 Aug 2017
at 20:33
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Noin smiles at his brother and when the three old benefactors make themselves known he bows deeply. "Well then shall succeed in this, to dampen the wrath of the king, to honour those who before us did similar in recovering Erebor, and by no means least for ourselves to put it back in the hands of rightful owners."

This message was lightly edited by the GM at 01:51, Fri 25 Aug.

Eru Illuvatar
 GM, 67 posts
 The One Alone
 Creator of Arda
Sun 27 Aug 2017
at 02:54
EREBOR: Ravenhill
The three dwarvish elders returned to their seats once again, slowly and carefully, yet they leaned forward now, so that their old eyes might better see the brave dwarves assembled before them.  Nori bent down and hauled up a worn leather satchel from the floor where it had been.  From it he drew forth a flask and several ornate silver goblets.  Although his aged body trembled his hands were rock steady, and he quickly filled four goblets from the flask, handing one to each of his two companions and setting the other one beside him on the bench.  He then passed the flask and more empty goblets to Dwalin, who handed them to Dwain.

The goblets and mead were quickly passed around to everyone.  Not a single dwarf there refused the offer, although four dwarves had still not agreed to the quest.  Their mutual respect for the Dwarf lords united them all.  Once everyone had a full goblet, the old dwarves got to their feet once more, and Lord Dwalin raised his glass, followed by Lords Dori and Nori.

"We stand here for our comrades: Balin son of Fundin, Ori son of Bori, and Oin son of Groin.  We've all grown far too old to waste words so I'll get to the point; there's not a dwarf here who doesn't know the fate of those who went to Moria with Lord Balin.  We four (for Lord Bombur could not be here, obviously) are united in our wish to honour their sacrifice, and to avenge their tragic deaths.  We have given what we can for this cause, for as my father Fundin once told me: 'it needs gold to breed gold.'  We will do what else we can, quietly, but none must know we have given you aid if we are to help further. I tell you truly, were we a hundred years younger, no force in Middle-earth would keep us from going. Go with our gold and our blessing, and may Mahal grant you all good fortune."

With that he drained his goblet, and sat once more, though not before he looked to his daughter Evia and winked at her.  All the other dwarves nodded their agreement and drank a toast to BALIN, ORI, and OIN and one for their followers.  Then Dwain lead a toast to their patrons.  Once he was done, he turned to the other four dwarves who had not yet made their choice.

"It is time for those who have not spoken up to make their choice; what say you?" Dwain asked, looking from one to the other.

"You know my mind, Dwain One-eye,"
replied the short dark bearded dwarf.  "You know full well why Óli son of Ōrn must needs go with you!" he glowered at the son of Balin, then looks away and said no more.

The two dwarves who looked very much like, both regarded each other, then one spoke for both.  "Nali and Rali of the Iron Hills, will join the sons of Balin."

The last dwarf, taller and muscular nodded quietly.  "Vifur son of Vofur at your service, and your family's," he acknowledged in a deep voice.

"So it is decided," announced Dwain, taking a deep breath.  "We must act as quickly as we can.  Make ready, gather what you need and no more.  We will meet here tomorrow, an hour before dawn, and then shall we depart the Kingdom Under the Mountain.  And we shall not return until Khazad-dūm is OURS!"

Suddenly at the south window, a young raven flew hrough the window, wheeled around and landed in the nest, and spoke with the old raven there.  The other guard hastened to the window, and conversed quickly with the old raven there, then returned to Dwain, his face grim, his hands tugging at his beard.

"What news do the ravens bring, Bofri?"
Dwain questioned, a look of concern on his face.

"Alas Dwain, a great sorrow has befallen us, and it bodes most ill.  Bofri pulled hard at his beard and struggled to continue.  "Frįlin son of Gįlin Wide Blade, is this very hour found murdered in his chambers.  King Thorin's anger is terrible indeed, that this should happen in his own realm!  He commands any that knew Frįlin to come forthwith unto the Great Hall of Thror!"

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Kronin son of Krolin
 player, 20 posts
Sun 27 Aug 2017
at 03:48
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Kronin drank deeply of his toast with the others, and found the mead to be among the sweetest that he had yet tasted. Perhaps it was an excellent batch meant to mark the occasion, or perhaps the threat of violence on the horizon lent the concoction a flavor all its own. Whatever the origin, he found it delicious.

The young Dwarf was overwhelmed with how quickly his life had changed, and as he listened to the words, looked upon these Dwarves of living legend and heard the oaths forsworn it was hard to believe that a scant few hours ago, his worries consisted of what now seemed few mundane trifles.

That was of course until the Raven arrived, and quickly brought his reflection to an end with his dire news.

The revelation hit him like a blow to the stomach, and seemed to rob him of his very breath. He had know Frįlin these forty years past, had dined with him on occasion , and had even counted him as a friend. Although he travelled in different circles, Gįlin's son was a lively sort, quick with a joke and never hesitant to lend a hand.

Or was....he reminded himself with a surge of grief, was.

Kronin set down his goblet, his brow creasing as he struggled against peppering the messenger with questions. More would be revealed at this meeting, he knew, but how much? And how would he account for himself these hours past before the King?

"This is grave news" he began, his voice somber "I cannot even begin to imagine Gįlin's sorrow. A loss for us all, but among my kin his passing will be deeply felt"

He looked to Evia, as if a weight had fallen upon his shoulders. "Shall we go together? Before we are missed"

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Evia daughter of Dwalin
 player, 21 posts
Sun 27 Aug 2017
at 04:11
EREBOR: Ravenhill

At her fathers wink Evia buried her face in her cup as she drained it in one to hide her smile and placed it back on the table. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before looking to the others as they spoke. She gave another nod and retook her seat.

Now she had a taste for it she wondered if there was anymore mead.

Evias mood darkened at the news the raven brought, she looked to her father as a darkness seemed to cross her face. She stood for a second before adding "I have to go then, I will see you all on the morrow." She looked to Kronin "Yes let us be off." Giving her father a nod as she passed.

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Kronin son of Krolin
 player, 21 posts
Sun 27 Aug 2017
at 04:20
EREBOR: Ravenhill
With a grim look upon his features, Kronin moved to open the floor hatch, and having given a last goodbye and a bow to those assembled, he climbed down with Evia and hastened from that edifice on Ravenhill, off across the Ridgeline towards Erebor proper and the Hall of Thror.
Thrir son of Thrur
 player, 15 posts
Sun 27 Aug 2017
at 04:57
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Thrir partakes in the toast. He only knew Frįlin son of Gįlin Wide Blade by name and reputation having never personally met this son of Galin. Thrir had heard the word gold though and wondered how much gold he might have to buy additional supplies. He had his pack mule but a mount might be a good idea if they were traveling far.

He was not sure how to approach and ask what funds were available especially with the news that a dwarf had died, here in Erebor. Thrir didn't know him but he could tell many in the hall seemed to have ties to him.

He waited for as polite a moment as possible to approach Dwain "If there is funds available I could use a mount for the trip. As I can assume others may as well need."


Ymir son of Gunir
 player, 6 posts
Sun 27 Aug 2017
at 18:26
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Ymir toasted silently and got a little chocked up but for only a moment.

I'm coming for ye Da - watch over me as we enter Moria & find and bury yer bones, he thought as he took his drink.

The raven's news was grim and surprising - who would murder someone in Erebor - and for what reason?
Noin son of Balin
 player, 6 posts
 Priest of Aulë
Mon 28 Aug 2017
at 08:52
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Noin's features turn first shocked and then grim at the news of the murder. "This is grave news indeed and more so that it should occur now on the very night of this meeting."

"I should be away to attend the King now."
and with that he heads out of the tower after a final bow to the elderly dwarves, speaking over his shoulder as he goes "Until the morrow."
Evia daughter of Dwalin
 player, 23 posts
Tue 29 Aug 2017
at 03:38
EREBOR: Ravenhill

Once through the main gate Evia said her goodbyes to Korin ”I will be in the hall in a minute I need better attire then what I have on.“ She was still covered with soot, cinder and hardened leather for the forge was not for an audience with the King.  She climbed the stairs to her and her fathers chambers in the upper halls, high in the mountain itself. She met many a dwarf on her climb most seemed to be in a hurry and could only give a curt greeting which suited Evia fine. She was not in the mood to converse at length.

Her chambers were as she left them, cluttered but clean. It took her a while to find her surcoat and its associated garb, trimmed in silver and a deep maroon it was the most ostentatious and impracticable garment she owed. Taking a moment to look at herself in the mirror she gave a humph and as she was leaving she filled the brazier in her fathers chambers and added several logs to the fire in the main room knowing that the trip outside would have chilled him.

As she again descended the wide stair towards The Great Chamber of Thrór she could not help but dwell on the day and what the meeting meant for her and her father, she already have a list of items to pack in her mind and provisions to collect from Stįngard. She had intended to take a few ales at her favorite feast hall but that would now depend on the audience with the King.



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Eru Illuvatar
 GM, 72 posts
 The One Alone
 Creator of Arda
Tue 29 Aug 2017
at 03:52
EREBOR: Ravenhill
Our Story moves to the Great Hall of Thrór

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