Upon The Path Of Shadow And Light [Caranthiel]
With their first task and three days travel behind them the spirits of the of the pair continued to soar. Yet, even high spirits and good companionship can not stave off all the gloom and shadow that was Mirkwood. Long long ago the forest was known by a different name... Greenwood the Great! It was a place of light and home to elves of old. Its wide halls and aisles were the haunt of many beasts and of birds of bright song. Here was, as it is now, the realm of King Thranduil under the mighty oak and the lean and graceful beech. Yet, after many years, a darkness crept slowly through the wood from the south, and fear walked within it's shadowy glades. Fell beasts came hunting, and cruel and evil creatures such as the giant spiders laid their snares among it's boughs. The council of the Wise found out the reason for this... Sauron had established a stronghold in Dol Guldur, in the guise of the Necromancer,and had turned this once bright place into a land ruled by shadow. The council, with Gandalf's urging, moved against Sauron in the same year Smaug the Great was slain. Sauron fled before their combined might, however, the damage had been done. Much evil and shadow remained.
Five more days passed under the gloom and the last of their rations were gone. Nidhiel, thinking ahead brought along Lembas or called Elven bread or Waybread in the Common Speech, which sustained them for another fortnight under the oppressive boughs of the great trees. Though ever determined, the forest did its best to slow them and at times even stop them as they must climb over a fallen tree, crawl through a maze of briars that stretched across the path, dodge vines overhead, and avoid creepers that would entangle their booted feet. However, the most oppressive thing was the heat and the staleness of the air itself, for no breeze could reach them and the compose of the decaying undergrowth gave off a foul odor and gas. So with the lembas running low, and at last their spirits with it, Caranthiel saw his chance! For one day as he ranged ahead searching for game he saw on the path before him a great stag! One that was white as the snow far to the north or atop the Misty Mountains. The deer was not unaware of the elf! It's head snapped in his direction and the muscles of it's great hind quarters made ready to leap! Caranthiel, had but one chance...
It seems the Valar are smiling upon you. Providing something that would sustain you two for the remainder of the journey. Caranthiel must roll a Survival Check vs, DC 15 to bring the stag down. Remember, you still have advantage with Nidhiel's assistance! Galu!
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