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The Storming of Meneldorod.

Posted by SkaldFor group 0
Skald
GM, 1640 posts
Sun 16 Jun 2019
at 13:55
  • msg #1

The Storming of Meneldorod

Gathering up what you will from the vault and distributing the heavy sacks of coin between you, you take your leave of Habmor'Anto ...

Night has fallen and the mists slowly clear as you make your way north. Though the moon above is dimmed, as it has been since you broke the Orb and freed the Great Serpent from Rhiannon's clutches, it is close to full and provides sufficent light to allow you to put at least some distance between yourselves and the prison.

Despite your depredations, almost all of you are in surprisingly good health - save Brugar who yet bears the wounds inflicted upon him by the spider-demon, not that the Dwarf utters a word of complaint or lets his hurts slow his pace, but it is clear that you must rest soon.

Laden as you are and with the terrain you must travel, you realise that it will take three days to reach Faugond with no guarantee that the flying mountain atop which Ayas saw the tower will be waiting there for you.  Worse, Dark Elves patrol these hills ... and the blood-curse that Hamin now bears will manifest itself in two nights time, if Vaden Kiang is to be believed.

Yet you have your freedom and perhaps a chance to strike another blow against the Dark Gods that rule these lands ...
Brugar Armbuster
player, 1219 posts
red bearded hill dwarf
barbarian
Mon 17 Jun 2019
at 14:29
  • msg #2

The Storming of Meneldorod

Ayas:
"Faugond?" he muses as the Dwarf remarks upon it. "The name means 'gaping rocks'."

Brugar stops and stares at Ayas when he says that.

"Rocky Gap? Nay, can't be! Surely not. Not again. Be it known as it were a dwarven gold mine, long ago? If'n it be the same place in truth, that were me 'ome, in another Age. We been there once already, but that were in another Age too. None of me kin were still livin' there, then. Naught but ghosts. Naught but ghosts," he finishes sadly.
Ayas Rocan
player, 64 posts
Sun 23 Jun 2019
at 05:55
  • msg #3

The Storming of Meneldorod

Ayas searches his memories.

"Rocky Gap.. yes, that is what it was once named, so Ilthuryn said. An old mine where dwarves once dwelled. And where the Walkers slept, though Sully and I found only a broken stone seal and shadows and dust. No ghosts, or at least none that were roused by our presence."

The elf stumbles in the near darkness, cursing softly.

"I thought I'd never say it, but I find myself missing the slop they served in Habmor’Anto," he muses. "I hope the cellars of the tower that sits upon the flying mountain are well-stocked."
Hamin Carmine
player, 858 posts
Warrior
Sun 23 Jun 2019
at 09:17
  • msg #4

The Storming of Meneldorod

Hamin looks across at Brugar sympathetically, as he remembers how these lands have changed at the hands of the Dark Gods.  "We bring the light to them slowly ..." he says cryptically.

Then turning to Ayas, he grins "Oh, I am sure they will have plenty of suppliers there.  Although we may have to persuade them to share ...."
Brugar Armbuster
player, 1220 posts
red bearded hill dwarf
barbarian
Sun 23 Jun 2019
at 15:09
  • msg #5

The Storming of Meneldorod

Brugar nods slowly.

"Aye, were us as broke that seal. Ah pray it be true that my people's spirits be free now."

He sighs and lapses into silence for a while but soon enough his mood brightens again.

"If'n ye like the slop they fed ye in prison, Ah reckon as Ah can 'elp ye there."

He rummages in his backpack and pulls out an iron spoon and a stone bowl.

"This be a magic bowl, ye see? Stick a spoon in it an' it fills with right tasty gruel - enough to feed four of us well each an' every day. Not quite enough for all six of us but we'll not starve even if'n we can't find ought else to eat along the way."

He hands the bowl and spoon to Ayas with a grin.
Yetta Carmine
player, 390 posts
Sun 23 Jun 2019
at 16:12
  • msg #6

The Storming of Meneldorod

Yetta stops briefly, first looking at Brugar, eyes wide, and then quickly looking away as the impact of his loss settles in.  She'd realized when she first saw him that she hadn't seen or heard of any other dwarves here, but... they hadn't really been part of her life before, either.  She can't imagine what it would have been like, coming out to a world where all the other Humans were gone.

The change of topic to food, even bad food, is a welcome one.  She wipes a sleeve quickly over her eyes and then turns back, holding up a hand.  "I'll only need it for a little while," she notes, wiggling a finger with a simple copper ring on it.  "This thing takes... I think he said a week, before it starts working, but once it does, I don't need food, or very much sleep.  And I don't need to drink, but I still can, you know, if there's something worth drinking."  She grins.  "It's nice.  Probably the biggest down side is that nobody who's taking it away is ever serving anything you'd care to eat."
Alasha'an Mrecx
player, 633 posts
Female Elf
Mischievous Swashbuckler
Sun 30 Jun 2019
at 14:14
  • msg #7

The Storming of Meneldorod

"Never been sure if I need to eat or not," the elf shrugs. "The lack won't kill me though." She pats Yetta's shoulder comfortingly, noticing her distress.

"Besides, the dwarf lost me at 'gruel'!" Alasha'an grins at the young woman.

"So, three days to Rocky Gully," she deliberately uses the old name, not liking the taste on her tongue of the ones the dark elves now ascribe to the places she knew long ago. "But Hamin's going to be getting a bit beastly before then." She grimaces as the words pass her lips, realising that this is hardly going to cheer the old man's daughter at all.

"We need to deal with that, get to the old mine, and find a way to catch ourselves a flying mountain."
Ayas Rocan
player, 65 posts
Sun 30 Jun 2019
at 14:17
  • msg #8

The Storming of Meneldorod

"I wonder if it's too late to get my old cell back.." Ayas jests, though he regards the Dwarf almost reverently after his story, and gladly if not eagerly accepts his offer of a spoon of the gruel, intrigued by the magics of the bowl, if not by the taste of the fare it produces.
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