EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór.   Posted by Eru Illuvatar.Group: 0
Eru Illuvatar
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Sat 25 Nov 2017
at 00:19
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Kronin son of Krolin:
Kronin lingered near the entrance to Dwór's quarters for a few moments before he cleared his throat, not wanting to startle the Dwarf. He was glad indeed to see him free, and although the circumstances of their first meeting had been a tragedy, at the least the King had been lenient with his justice.

The son of Krolin chuckled softly at the address, and held out his free hand with his gloved fingers slightly raised, the other being occupied holding his helmet in the crook of his arm. "I am no Lord sir, indeed, I would argue that you have far more right to title than I...having surely spent more time in high born company"

He lingered near the door, not wanting to be too forward. "I had honestly thought to see you in a cell, or perhaps under guard, but it warms my heart to see you free." his smile fell slightly. "It was a trying night, to say the least. I cannot say with certainty that I would not have done the same in your place"

His eyes flicked quickly from the coat of mail upon the cot then back to Dwór. "Oh good. I had little doubt that the armor would find you, but as busy as they are, I was not certain as to when." he nodded slightly in approval. "It has served me well for many years, although you should not feel beholden to keep it, or even wear it, if the gold it might fetch would serve you better. It is yours now after all." he added warmly.

"Will it be back to Gond-Amon then?" he asked as he looked over the items that Dwór had been packing. "To King Gįlin's household perhaps?"


Dwór looks over towards the hauberk, sitting on the cot as if faithfully waiting for a warrior to don it.  He admired the sheen of its metal for a moment, knowing how costly a gift it is, and silently he wished he was worthy of it. He turns back to look at Kronin once more, a wistful look in his eyes, then bows his head and continues to pack.

"A Stoneguard named Forin is in the lavatory; he is to remain with me until I leave the Front Gate.  I have been banished from the Kingdom under the Mountain for four and ten years, by the King's grace."

He tugs at something on his left boot, and reveals to Kronin an iron cuff and heavy chain, the opposite end is locked around the leg of the bed.  It is clear he is not going far without his escort.

"It is not so long a ban as it might have been, and in truth, I have no wish to darken this mountain again.  My liege perished in this place, there is nothing left for me here."

He swallows and takes a long breath.  His shoulders droop and he rubs his face with the back of one hand, then gazes up once again at the warrior.  "I am grateful for your generous gift.  I am sure it will prove useful in one way or another.  As for whither I shall go..."

He finishes filling his worn leather satchel with his meager belongings and ties it shut.  Hefting it over his left shoulder, he adjusted until it was comfortable, then sat down on the cot and put one hand on his new armour.

"I will return to the Ered Luin, though I know not what waits for me there.  My Prince, my friend, is gone, and I could not save him.  I am dishonoured and ashamed to stand before my King.  How can I face him now?  I...have lost my place, my purpose.  I no longer know where I belong.  But I will wait for that old fool, Nurim and help him return home.  What other choice do I have?"

He stands back up, careful not to go further than his shackle will allow.  He extends a hand to Kronin.

"I thank you, Kronin son of Krolin.  You brought Prince Frįlin's murderer to justice and my gratitude knows no measure.  You faced that villain Gandin with courage and determination, like a true son of Dwįlin's Folk!  You are more of a noble than many who claim its privileges, and this poor servant will forever be at your service and your family's."

This message was last edited by the GM at 06:12, Sat 25 Nov 2017.

Eru Illuvatar
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Sat 25 Nov 2017
at 00:43
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Noin son of Balin:
Noin rises to his feet and then with a bow replies "By your leave My Queen." and hurries form the chamber.

Leaving he realises that he made no arrangement as to where to meet with Kronin, but supposes that the dwarf would likely have gone to his quarters to finalize things, or possibly to the princes quarters for similar reasons, so he heads to them in this order.

First though he heads for Dwain's rooms for it is the first place any might search for his brother if they did not know he were in Dale as Noin does. On his way he watches for others following and on arriving there knocks several times to be sure to look like he is hoping for an answer.

Then it is on to the other rooms before heading out.


Noin leaves the Queen, retrieving his weapon from the rack and waiting until the Iron Guard unlocks the door and opens it for him.  The Queen watches him go, sharing a grim smile with her attendant Lķs...

No one seems to take notice of Lord Noin's doings, beyond the occasional greeting from a friend of acquaintance, as he makes his way through the familiar corridors. The door to Dwain's chambers is closed, but not locked and Noin can easily slip inside if he desires.  Noin notes two things inside his brother's room: firstly his canny sibling has wisely left most of his belongings behind, most likely to prolong anyone guessing his intentions; secondly, his room has been carefully searched!  Things have not been haphazardly strewn about, nor would it be obvious to everyone, but Noin knows his brother's room well.  Things have most definitely been looked through, moved around, and examined.

This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 16:30, Sat 25 Nov 2017.

Kronin son of Krolin
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Sat 25 Nov 2017
at 01:57
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Kronin was sympathetic to Dwór's plight, to say the least. Far from home, his friend and charge murdered, only to add insult to injury by being chained up and banished for the crime of assaulting a Dwarf who (in his own opinion) was well deserving of it.

However he was also here to assess Noin's condition, and to perhaps affect a rescue of sorts if need be. He was hardly in a position to invite Dwór along on their errand, even if it were not a secret, even if their benefactor permitted it, and even if Dwór himself were not under guard and chained to a bed. But in the near future? Who could say.

Permits if Dwain were well pleased with his work, he just might permit it? Especially with the company already having been tragically reduced in number.

"It is a hard thing, to bear Prince Frįlin's death, and you knew him far better than I." he agreed. "But to feel that you have come into dishonor, that is truly a terrible burden." he added, only imagining what guilt the poor Dwarf must be harboring.

As they spoke, Kronin noted that Dwór was already shouldering his pack, and after a pause he continued. "It would seem that you will be upon the road shortly, but I wonder perhaps if you would wait for me near the Front Gate, so that I might see you off properly? It would not do to part like this, shackled and under guard. It is a beautiful day, and perhaps you could join me for a cool pint or a full pint before you set off." he suggested.

"In the mean time, I was looking for Master Noin, who was summoned hence to speak with the Queen. I do not suppose you have seen him or know where he might be found?" he asked as Kuush sniffed at Dwór's leg, perhaps remembering some familiar scent there, and set his head upon the Dwarfs knee.
Eru Illuvatar
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Wed 29 Nov 2017
at 06:02
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Dwór reached down and gave Kuush and affectionate scratch behind his ears, a shaggy wagging tail and soft whimper proof that the great hound approves.   "Good lad.  I always have liked this one.  Faithful to a fault; a true friend.   Most Dwarves don't care much for animals, but I like dogs.  I'm glad he's found a home with you.  The Prince would want him well cared for, and with you I know he will be."

He rubs his bearded chin thoughtfully. "I have not seen Noin, or anyone I knew this morning.  If the Queen summoned him I can only guess he'd be in your Great Hall.  I am sorry I cannot be of more help.  I thank you for your offer, I will await you south of the Front Gate, for I too would part under better circumstances.  And I could certainly use a pint.  Ah, here's Forin."

A young pudgy Stone guard with a dark red beard steps around the corner and raises a questioning brow at the pair.

Upon leaving the Chamber of Nain,  Kronin soon encounters Noin, who is apparently looking for him as well.
Kronin son of Krolin
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Wed 29 Nov 2017
at 07:51
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Kronin dipped his head to the guard and bid him a good day as he made his way out, Kuush following by his side as the pair made their way back down the corridor.

Having just come from Dwór, and with the guards puzzled look, Kronin felt fairly exposed as he considered his options for tracking down Noin. All sorts of fledgling plans flitted in and out of his mind, people and places to check, excuses to offer, titles to be used, when all of a sudden and much to his delighted surprise he spotted the very Dwarf he was searching for!

With a smile he raised one hand slightly in greeting as be approached. "Master Noin, thank Mahal. I hope your audience went well, is everything concluded? Or is there yet more to do?" The Hound wagged his tail happily to be in the presence of the Dwarf that had cared for his wounds, and if the coast seemed clear, Kronin drew Noin alongside him and whispered to him as they walked.

"Your brother awaits us, and says it is most urgent. Shall we make haste to him?" he asked softly with a questioning expression.
Noin son of Balin
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Fri 1 Dec 2017
at 12:06
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
"Yes, let's make a move. I need to speak with him and the sooner the better." and with that Noin falls silent as he heads for the exit and, somewhere, his bother.
Eru Illuvatar
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Sun 3 Dec 2017
at 03:19
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Kronin and Noin may easily leave Erebor, the mountain's residents too busy in their daily activities to pay them much heed, beyond an occasional gruff "good morning" here and there.  There is some activity at the Front Gate, angry Mannish merchants protesting King Thorin's edict.  Still the Stone guards are far too busy with these disgruntled Men to pay Kronin or Noin any attention.

The Front Gate of Erebor, the wide arched main entrance to the Kingdom under the Mountain is at the head of the valley formed by the two southern ridges of rock thrust out from the southern slopes of Erebor. Out of the gateway springs the stream that quickly grows into the River Running as it wends southwards. Through the gate runs a stone-paved road, wide enough for many men abreast, the Men-i-Erebor that leads south towards the nearby city of Dale.

Less than a quarter of an hour after exiting the gate, Dwór comes down the old road as well, watched from afar by a single guard until he is at least half a mile from the entrance.  Seeing Kronin and Noin, he makes his way to them and grins happily.

"Greetings, friends.  The Lonely Mountain, and all its woes are behind me at last.  I could certainly use that pint, if your offer still stands, Kronin."

This message was lightly edited by the GM at 03:20, Sun 03 Dec 2017.

Kronin son of Krolin
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Mon 4 Dec 2017
at 01:48
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Kronin's mood lifted as he and Noin winded their way out from within the heart of Erebor. At every junction, every blind corner his imagination supplied insistent guards or some official, moving as a brisk pace to catch them, wave them down...but they never came.

So by the time they were under blue sky once more Kronin wore a hesitant, almost fragile expression. They were out, Noin had come away from his audience a free Dwarf, his initial instinct had been right, or so he believed.

Upon seeing Dwór in the distance Kronin raised a gauntlet clad hand in greeting, but spoke to Noin softly while they slowly closed the distance. "You remember Dwór?" he asked "The Prince's man...recently freed and in need of gainful enterprise." he raised a bushy eyebrow slightly in Noins direction. "From what you've seen of him, do you think your Brother might be willing to extend him a place in our company? We've lost one already, and we've seen that he has a spine in him"


When they drew near he cleared his throat and met him properly. "Greeting indeed!, you look a new Dwarf, and I'm glad for it." he have a come along motion with his free hand "Come, come, walk with us a while...nothing like a bit of news to conjure up a thirst."
Noin son of Balin
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Tue 5 Dec 2017
at 12:19
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Noin nods and speaks "Greetings." but then in answer to Kronin's suggestion replies "I will speak to Dwain, tell him of the loyalty I witnessed, but of the anger and lack of restraint too. The decision will be his but an addition to our ranks will help the likelihood of success I should wager."
Eru Illuvatar
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Sat 9 Dec 2017
at 23:17
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Dwór greets Noin with a good natured grin and an eagerly proffered hand to shake.

"I do not believe we have met formally, Lord Noin.  I am Dwór son of Dįr, formerly of Gond-Amon.  I do apologize for my actions yester-even.  I hope, in time, we may be friend, your lordship.

He cocks his head at Kronin's suggestion, then nods in agreement.

"I feel a new dwarf, in truth my Lord.  I would be glad to walk a while, I no longer have any place to be.  It is a fine autumn day, properly chilly, but not truly cold and I count myself in good company."

The former servant falls in step with the other two and follows where they lead.

"News you say?  Praytell what is it?"

Perhaps a quarter hour traveling down the Men-i-Erebor, the three travelers hear behind them a party of armed dwarves quickly marching and then they are soon hailed:

"Hold fast, by order of King Thorin!  Stand where you are and await his will.  You are to be questioned and searched ere you take one step more!"  A young blue black bearded Stone-guard is soon before them, with six more to accompany him.  He opens his mouth to say more, but another, familiar dwarf glowers at him and he quickly bites his lip.

"You ignorant fool Snorri, don't you know who these fellows are?  They are the favoured of his Majesty.  Lord Noin and Lord Kronin newly of the Royal Council.  Show them some respect, they are not the ones we seek!" says Hanar, addressing the younger guard brusquely.

"My apologies, my Lords, he is young and overeager methinks."
Hanar adds.

This message was last edited by the GM at 07:09, Mon 11 Dec 2017.

Kronin son of Krolin
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Sun 10 Dec 2017
at 01:02
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Kronin did as he was asked, coming to a halt and making sure to move easily, his hands where the others could clearly see them. When the guards purpose was made clear, and the younger Guard Snorri rebuked, Kronin raised a hand slightly. "It's alright" he replied in an understanding tone. "He is duly sworn, and it would be nigh impossible to know every face that comes and goes from beneath the Lonely Mountain." he gave an slight approving nod.

Kuush, obviously not appreciating the seriousness of the situation, approached with his tail wagging lazily and sniffed at the boots of the nearest guard, looking up with his tounge lolling slightly from his mouth.

"I wish you and yours safety on the road, and...my condolences for your loss." he added with a more serious tone. With a dip of his head he moved to continue, giving a slight tug on reigns of his mule to urge the beast of burden along behind him.

This message was last edited by the player at 10:23, Mon 11 Dec 2017.

Eru Illuvatar
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Mon 11 Dec 2017
at 07:35
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
"It is even as you say, my Lord councillor, but be gladdened of heart, for the Royal Historian lives.  He was struck a mighty blow, but he will recover, his charge, however has been absconded with and the thief still unknown.  Have any of you seen aught suspicious this morn?"  Hanar asked, his eyes scanning their faces intently.

Dwór's mouth gapes as the reality of the Stone guard's words strike home, but he quickly closes it and shakes his head.   "I was accompanied all morning by my guard Forin, as well you know.  I cannot help you."  He answers simply.

This message was last edited by the GM at 07:37, Mon 11 Dec 2017.

Kronin son of Krolin
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Mon 11 Dec 2017
at 10:35
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
"Truly?" Kronin replied as he slowed, his brow furrowing. If the Royal Historian had been accosted and the Libram of Telchar taken, it must have been done so from under the heaviest guard. By what arts could such a theft have been managed? and to what end?

"I am gladdened that he was not dealt a more serious wound, but such a bold theft, when added to the many attacks that we have suffered as of late is most troubling." he shook his head slightly back and forth as he processed the news. "This all bodes ill, and I fear that the worst has not yet passed. My thanks for the news and your service Stoneguard, Mahal preserve your line."

And with that Kronin moved to continue, unless Noin felt the urge to linger. Although his heart was heavy from being refereed to as a Councilor, for you knew it could not be so and that he could not correct the guards assumption within the bounds of his Oath and this troubled him. With such an abundance of duplicity, blood and fell oaths as of late, part of him was glad to be away from Erebor, and onto the task at hand, whatever it might bring.
Eru Illuvatar
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Fri 15 Dec 2017
at 05:46
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Once the guards have gone, Dwór swiftly turns to Kronin.  He speaks quietly and earnestly.

"Forgive me, Lord Kronin.  I pride myself on being an honest Dwarf, as a Broadbeam should always be, but I spoke false to Hanar just now.  I know who has taken that accursed book, and where he will go.  It was that wizened old windbag, Nurim!  He's the only one who could have gotten close to Master Munin.  He will do his utmost to return it to King Gįlin in hopes of a reward."
Kronin son of Krolin
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Fri 15 Dec 2017
at 11:15
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Kronin listened to Dwór with a silent but intense interest, and then was silent for a short time as they walked. At last he exhaled long and licked his lips. "Although we have known each other for but a short time, you have entrusted me with much." he said. "I cannot speak for you son of Dįr, but I find myself having been suddenly introduced to the affairs of the great, and I fear that I am not experianced enough to navigate them as I should" he admitted softly.

"These matters of Kings and Nobility, of Master Craftsman out of legend, of enemies in the dark with long knives and patient smiles...I may be young, but I am old enough to know it...and I know that watching over travelers as they sleep, or discouraging trouble on the road is a far cry from meddling in the affairs of the great"

He waited a few moments and continued. "I must think on this, but I dearly hope that all of this...chaos" he practically spat the word "Does not lead to any more bloodshed among the Khazad"

He looked over to Dwór "I too must be open. I may have work for you, if you are interested. But I can speak no more on the topic until I am given leave. Although I would dearly wish to speak plainly, I cannot, as I have given my oath. It is nothing unseemly" he added with a faint smile. "I can tell you that at least"
Eru Illuvatar
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Sun 17 Dec 2017
at 02:50
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Dwór sighs, then absently shrugs.  "I concur, Master Kronin.  In truth, I am a simple dwarf, content with simple pleasures.  I have ever been a faithful servant; doing as I am bid, but I have no stomach for intrigues.  Tis one of the many reasons I valued Prince Frįlin.  He was a scholar, and more noble for it than many who claimed the title."

Once Kronin makes his offer, the other dwarf humbly bows his head towards him, a broad grin lighting his ruddy face.

"I would welcome the opportunity friend.  I am no stranger to honest labour, and I must admit I've no better offers for the nonce.  So long as it is an honourable pursuit, I will gladly place myself in your service my lord."
Noin son of Balin
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Sun 17 Dec 2017
at 20:56
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
The news the guards relay is grave indeed and this shows on Noin's features as he hears it "Of this the first I have heard if just now and no I have seen nor heard anything strange." He sighs "Though it seems strange things occur with greater frequency of late and not in a good way."

"Rest assured though I shall keep my senses open for any news on the matter."


Deep in thought he walks with the other two, so deep that he almost misses Dwór's quiet words. Catching them his frown deepens but his tongue stays still.

"We should not dawdle on the path, let us walk a little more briskly and make town as soon as we can."
Kronin son of Krolin
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Mon 18 Dec 2017
at 10:46
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Kronin replied with but a nod, hitching up his pack and leaning forward as he increased his pace, thankful already for the way the armor balanced out comfortably over his shoulders and back, more comfortably than his previous armor in any case.

Kuush follow suit, with the mule reluctantly coming along with a bray of protest.
Dwain son of Balin
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Sat 23 Dec 2017
at 18:02
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Waiting just off the main road, the one-eyed dwarf was growing impatient.  In fact he was about to start for Erebor himself when spied the trio coming in his direction.  He frowned upon seeing the one they traveled with; someone he did not know.  Being a dwarf, he was naturally suspicious, and being Dwain he was doubly so!  Why was this other fellow accompanying them?  Watching warily from behind a boulder, he could tell the newcomer was at ease with Kronin, or at least knew him better than Noin.  Perhaps a friend of Kronin's then.  Perhaps he simply wished to accompany them and the two had no plausible reason to refuse?  Or was he one of the Queen's spies?  Or the King's?  Dwain forced the aporetic scowl from his face, replacing it with a fairly convincing smile.

Stepping out from his hiding place, the eldest son of Balin strode to the side of the Men-i- Erebor and waited.  Once the party was close enough to see him, he came forwards, studying his brother's face before clapping him on the shoulder.

"Glad I am to see you, little brother.  I have been waiting for quite some time, the noonday is nearly upon us.  You are well?"  Dwain chose his words with care.  Until he knew who this stranger was, he would keep his secrets close as any wise dwarf should do.

He looked over to Kronin, and extended his hand.  "And you, Kronin, I thank you for finding my errant brother.  You are a true and loyal friend."  He held Kronin's gaze as they shook hands, quirking one eyebrow as his only good eye darted for a moment in Dwór's direction...

This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 20:46, Sat 23 Dec 2017.

Kronin son of Krolin
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Sat 23 Dec 2017
at 20:20
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Kronin straightened a little as he caught sight of another Dwarf of the road, then relaxed once he realized that it was Dwain. With a raise of one gauntleted hand in greeting he turned to Dwór and slowed his pace. "That is the Dwarf we seek" he explained. "If I might ask that you linger here for a time, I will go forth and introduce you, that he might know you by your deeds ere you meet."

Assuming that Dwór had no reservations with that plan, Kronin approached Dwain , and took his helmet by the horns as he lifted it off his head to reveal his face. With the helmet tucked under his weapon arm he nodded deeply, almost reminiscent of a bow before he spoke.

"In truth it was not difficult, your brother had found more or less found his freedom ere I had the chance to intervene" he explained, not wanting to take credit for something that Kronin felt that he had not earned. He spoke more quietly now as he continued, his voice low. "Behind me stands Dwór, son of Dįr, a kinsman of my Clan from the northern lands near Gond-Amon"

He shifted his weight slightly and adjusted his grip on the helmet. "He had come down in the service of late Prince Frįlin, rest his soul, and was present when Noin and I..." he glanced to his side. "...called for justice upon the head of the merchant Gandin " Kronin refrained from using the traitorous Dwarfs full title.

"Dwór set upon Gandin with a fury, right before the Kings eyes once he had learned of Gandin's involvement, and was exiled for it." he explained. "He fears to return home in disgrace, and has a fighting spirit." he dropped his voice even lower and met Dwains eyes. "He knows not of our plans, only that we are discussing business. I had hoped that you would allow him to join us, seeing as how we have already lost some of our number. I can pay him out of my share" he clarified, understanding that these sorts of details would be important to some.

This message was last edited by the player at 10:59, Wed 27 Dec 2017.

Eru Illuvatar
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Wed 27 Dec 2017
at 06:46
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Dwór of course, has no nothing objection, having been the servant of a Prince he is used to standing back when asked, and he trusts Kronin and Noin implicitly by now.

Dwain considers Kronin's recommendation, glancing over to his brother as he does.  "We have lost two of our number, which brings us to thirteen, a most unlucky sum to be sure..."

OOC:  Kronin make me a Charisma check please.

This message was last edited by the GM at 06:49, Wed 27 Dec 2017.

Kronin son of Krolin
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Wed 27 Dec 2017
at 09:55
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
"Two sevens..." Kronin agreed, believing that he had understood One-Eye's train of thought. There were certain things that just felt right, or felt wrong, a cultural or perhaps hereditary preference, and even Kronin had to agree that coming away with thirteen in their number did not seem right to him.

Fourteen however was a much for sound number, and made things easier logistically as well. "Another set of eyes and ears, another to take a watch...it would seem to me that another hand about camp would not be unwelcome, but I am sworn to you, and I will honor your decision of course..." Kronin trailed off, his dark green eyes watching Dwain from beneath his bushy eyebrows.


01:53, Today: Kronin son of Krolin rolled 10 using 1d20.  Charisma Check (10).

By the skin of his teeth...

This message was last edited by the player at 10:27, Wed 27 Dec 2017.

Noin son of Balin
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Thu 28 Dec 2017
at 12:26
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
"It is good to see you too brother. I am well, but I need to talk to you in private." Noin replied to his brother before listening to Kronin's request. At the look from Dwain adds "The fellow proved himself loyal to his last master. Hot headed, but loyal."
Dwain son of Balin
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Sun 31 Dec 2017
at 18:43
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
He considered all he had been told of this Dwór, son of Dįr.  He had loyally served a Prince, he had defied a King in order to do what he knew was right.  He was outcast, dishonoured Broadbeam, in search of a purpose.

Kronin had been impressed enough to recommend him as an ally; but then they were both of Dwįlin's Folk, so that was to be expected.  Noin had vouched for his loyalty, but cautioned against his temper; a wary endorsement.  He could very easily be a spy, like Vifur had been.  It was important to be sure.  If he proved to be an agent for the King or Queen, the best place to have him was close enough to watch him.

"Very well, let me speak to this Dwór,"
he said at last.  "If he's desperate enough to want a place in our company, and willing to swear his oath of loyalty to our cause he's welcome."

Dwain walked over to wear the son of Dįr awaited.

The sons of Balin and Dįr speak at great length while the noonday son travels across the cloudy autumn sky towards the western horizon.  Dwór looks both incredulous and intrigued.  Eventually the two shake hands and return to Kronin and Noin.

"He has sworn the Oath, and is bound to our fellowship now," Dwain announces smiling grimly. "For weal or woe he's cast his lot with us.  May Mahal bless us all with good fortune.  Let's find the rest, for the day wears on."

This message was last edited by the player at 00:44, Sat 06 Jan.

Eru Illuvatar
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Sun 31 Dec 2017
at 19:32
Re: EREBOR: Great Hall of Thrór
Dwór still looks dumbfounded by their conversation.  He regards Kronin and Noin with awe.  When he finally finds the words it is with an astonished whisper he addresses them.

"This is the business you spoke of, Lord Kronin?  I had wondered what sort of work you might have for me, but never could I have imagined this!  It is no small affair to reclaim the greatest dwarf mansion since Gabil-gathol!  I would count myself blessed, simply to look upon Durin's Halls.  Perhaps I will have work for the hauberk you gave me after all..."

He turns to Noin and offers his hand.  "Proud I am to join you and your brother in this, Lord Noin.  If ever Mahal has given me a sign, surely this is it!  I will not disappoint you, sir."

Swiftly you follow after Dwain, who now marches south to Dale with all speed.

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