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Pellaadarion
10/Jun/2010, 04:00 PM
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Stronghold of the Rangers of the North</font></font></span>

</font></span></font><center style="text-align: center; ">"Little do they know of our long labour for the safe-keeping of their borders. Yet, I grudge it not." - Halbarad</font></font></span></span></font>[/center]</font>
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</font></span></font><center style="text-align: left; "><center style="text-align: left; ">In the craggen heights of the North Downs there is a large cavern that leads deep under a cliff, to a natural earthen and stone stairwell that rises through a narrow cleft in the rock to a high and hidden ledge, overlooking the lowlands. In this place of sanctuary, secreted away from prying eyes, stands Osdolen, refuge of the Rangers of the North.

Osdolen's gates are strong, and lead through the outer stone walls into the age old streets, empty now save for the rangers who frequent them briefly, before moving on. There are but a handful of residents here, driven from their lands and farms by ravaging hordes of orcs out of the Misty Mountains and ancient Angmar. Rangers crowd the taproom of the Four Winds, exchanging tales and gossip, the tongue of rumour and omens of ill augury are often spoken in this place. Warnings of grave peril are given and heeded here. Plans to foil the cunning of the enemy marching out of the east are made by courageous souls. But even the best laid plans can go to waste...</font></span>[/center]</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">
</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">Encamped within Osdolen are the Northern Dúnedain. Known also as the</font></font>Rangers of the North</font></font>, these hardy people are the descendents of the Dúnedain from their lost kingdom of Arnor.</font>For over a thousand years they have been led by the Chieftans of the Dúnedain, heirs of Isildur and rightful claimants to the twin thrones of Arnor and Gondor. The current Chieftan of the Dúnedain is Aragorn son of Arathorn, who travels Eriador in the guise of a ranger named</font></font>Strider</font></font>. Second only to Aragorn is Halbarad, trusted Captain of the Grey Company.</font></font></span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">
</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">Players might enter this thread as men, elves, dwarves and hobbits from anywhere in Eriador, to take the</font>Oath of the Rangers</font>and offer their support to Halbarad. Players might also be returning veteran rangers, bringing news and supplies from Bree and other settlements to the south. Players can also make use the hidden settlement to sharpen their skills with spear and sword and bow, under the calculating gaze of their comrades. Important news and events will also be revealed by Aragorn and Halbarad within this thread, especially news of new adventures open to Rangers of the Lone Lands.</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">
</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">All new players are immediately able to join with Halbarad's Grey Company. But after taking the</font>Oath of the Rangers</font>, any player is also free to form their own band of Rangers, with a unique name. Players can also join with an existing band by gaining the permission of their chief within an RPG or open-RP thread. To create a new band, a player should find a willing comrade-in-arms to join with them. The leader, or chief, of each band is expected to occasionally GM stories for their band within the open-RP threads of the Lone Lands, and to muster his or her band when Aragorn or Halbarad sounds the call to arms.</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">
</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">These bands of rangers come under the central authority of Aragorn, Chief of the Northern Dúnedain, but are free to roam wherever they please, and lend their swords to whatever causes might drive back the twin shadowsfrom Angmar and Mordor. Often the leader of each band will organise small-scale RPGs in existing open-RP threads like Deadman's Dike</font>http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_images/bullet.png</font> (http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=236437&amp;PID=7152828#7152828)or Paths of Eriador</font>http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_images/bullet.png</font> (http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=236255&amp;PID=7146385#7146385). Other popular meeting places include Amon Súl</font>http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_images/bullet.png</font> (http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=237368&amp;PID=7190173#7190173)The Forsaken Inn</font>http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_images/bullet.png</font> (http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=238150&amp;PID=7218683#7218683)and the Inn of the Prancing Pony</font>http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_images/bullet.png</font> (http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=236269&amp;PID=7146605#7146605). Occasionally larger storylines appear, where all Ranger bands should muster to defeat a common enemy too powerful or numerous to be defeated by any one band.</font></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">
</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">The Four Winds -</font>Taproom and council hall of Aragorn and Halbarad. Here the rangers of the north exchange news and stories over a brimming tankard of </font>Tubeng</font>, a curiously strong cider brewed by these dour faced men. New arrivals to Osdolen might visit here, and take the</font>Oath of the Rangers</font>.</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">
</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">The Courtyard</font>- Pace the grounds of Osdolen and train with Hirvegil, weapon-master of the Dúnedain. Engage in a game of horseshoes by the stables, or barter skins for coin by the tannery. There are kennels too, and an archery range for the</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">
</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">The Wall</font>- Prowl the walls of Osdolen, always keeping a keen eye to the north, and the distant wastesof Angmar.</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">
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</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Rangers of the North</font></span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: left; ">
</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">The Grey Company</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Strider - SCR Rank</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Halbarad - SCR Rank</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Sample Player - Sample Character</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">
</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">The Northern Remnant</font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Pellaadarion - Halhigil</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Dirion Telpelen - Aerondir</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Naith Liathant - Malvagor</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Taranuen - Eirien</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Turin Ringhûn - Suro Nuril</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Arothir - Halorn</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">
</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">The Southern Winds</font></font></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Fane Mordagnir - Termon</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Oro - Echthalion</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Tolkus - Lothar</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">
</font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">The Flight of Ravens</font></font></span></font>
</span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Naith - The Raven</span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Laielinwen - Koreleon</span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Arothir - Arthad, son of Mallor</span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Moriel - Moriel</span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Aig - Khallador</span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Arnyn - Carahna</span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Ibilralian - Araehir</span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">Pell - Domhall</span></font>[/center]<center style="text-align: center; ">
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Naith Liathant
10/Jun/2010, 04:19 PM
Naramael

Naramael shivered in the cold winds, as they whipped up the grit in the vales below that ran through the North Downs. He was atop a parapet on one of the circular Beraids of Osdolen, patrolling it's walls. The Hidden City was set back from the face of the bluff, and its far walls ran to the craggen cliff of the great hill against which it was built. The precipice was sheer and the tower built so that a man on top of the walls or parapet could see down below - but to fire arrows into an enemy force? This was not possible. It was that way so that Osdolen could not be sighted from the ground, but only from the air. If Osdolen ever came under assault then bowmen would walk to the edge of the ledge and fire down into the vales. They would retreat to the walls if an enemy gained the ledge, but to do they would have to penetrate the cavern below and come up the narrow cleft and its treacherous stairs. They would have to defeat the lower guard too. No, Osdolen was a difficult place to lay under siege.

Once in it's long history had orcs scaled down from the hill rise above, when accidentally they had come upon the fortress here in years past, when the Witch King of Angmar terrorised Cardolan and Arthedain. But this was long ago and the defenders in that hour of horror long since gone to dust and bone. Today there were none beyond the Rangers of the North territories who knew of Osdolen, and it's purpose now. This was as it should be for in truth it was little more than a sanctuary, for itinerant bands of Rangers under uncertain chiefs, trying to survive a life of hardship and toil in the Lone Lands of Eriador. Or trying to defend it.

Naramael knew there was a time when his peoples had many farmsteads and lands about here, farming and living as they would off the wilderness. Forging their way into a future under the shadow of a forsaken past. Now many of those farms were perished along with those who dwelled within them. Naramael butted the bole of his pipe out over the ramparts. Crenallations more decorative than carved with purpose in mind. The vale below was darkening now, and Naramael would soon end his watch this night, to visit the Tavern of the Four Winds, and see if there was news from abroad. The last supplies from Bree had come in hours ago, and the Rangers bringing them in would be in need of respite and a hearty meal. He looked forward to their stories, for Naramael rarely departed Osdolen these days. He began the long walk down, to the barren streets, heading to the Four Winds in hopes for company and something warm to stave off the chill of the night...Edited by: Naith Liathant

Pellaadarion
10/Jun/2010, 04:32 PM
The Four Winds
At the head of the table a ranger sat, wrapped in his dark cloak to stave off the chill evening air which raced through the large taproom in cold and unforgiving gusts. Aragorn he was named, son of Arathorn and Isildur's heir, rightful claimant to the thrones of Gondor and Arnor. For a thousand years the men of his line had inhabited the Lone Lands as chieftains of the Dúnedain.
In the wilds he went by the nameStrider, a better title for a Dúnadan who counted himself as the leader of the wandering folk. At his right hand sat the dour faced Halbarad, his lieutenant and stalwart leader of the Grey Company, first and eldest of all the bands of rangers that wandered the Lonely Lands of Eriador.
The sign of the Four Winds was large and draughty, with a high-beamed ceiling and rough-sanded boards on wall and floor. A long table ran the length of the taproom, flanked by benches that could seat fifty. A hearth was set into the far wall, which flickered and flared but failed to warm their hearts.
'Too few are we,' Halbarad muttered, 'too few to drink and make merry, and too few to fight.''Avo drasto im Halbarad,' Strider replied gently, 'more will come.'</span>

Fane Mordagnir
11/Jun/2010, 05:55 PM
Termon - Approaching Osdolen</font>



</font>Termon</font> had long been away from </font>Osdolen</font> for many months and had been away south down by the </font>Greyflood</font> in the marshes around </font>Swanfleet</font>. He had spent so long on his own he now hoped to gather a group of Rangers around himself and lead them once more like he had a decade ago. Any Ranger knew that </font>Osdolen</font> was the best place to recruit a group of Rangers so he had headed north, he also had news for </font>Aragorn</font> concerning the rising numbers of Goblins around the Mountains which no doubt he knew, but there were also the movements of the </font>Dunlenders</font>, they were growing more active again.</font>
</font>As he entered the cavern he stood for a few seconds until his eyes adjusted to the low light levels, as he was able to see the back wall he walked towards the stone staircase and climbed up to the ledge of </font>Osdolen</font>. He looked up onto the walls and could see only of a few rangers and remembered the small numbers that he was apart of and that finding rangers to join with might be harder than he expected. He walked through the gate to the hidden world of the rangers that was </font>Osdolen</font> and turned towards </font>The Four Winds</font>.</font>
</font>The Four Winds</font>
</font>The Four Winds</font> were practically empty apart from himself and </font>Aragorn</font> and </font>Halbarad</font>. He walked towards the two highest of Rangers and knelt before them and quickly stood to give his report. </font>Termon</font> Dunedain Ranger reporting captains. I bring news from the south and </font>Swanfleet</font>. As I am sure you are aware the Goblins have once more become active around the </font>Hithaeglir</font> and that is very apparent further south in </font>Hollin</font>. However the wild men of </font>Dunland</font> are becoming active again, I found several parties of 3 or 4 all scouting past the </font>Greyflood</font> - none of which made them back may I say - I don't know what they are doing or planning but I was hoping to find some rangers to help me in an expedition south into </font>Dunland</font> to scout out their movements and see what they are planning - if anything. </font>He stood and waited for a reply to his request and as he did he removed his pipe from his pack and lit the weed in it and took a few puffs.</font>

Pellaadarion
11/Jun/2010, 07:03 PM
Four Winds
Termon entered the lonely taproom, clearly fresh from the trail. He knelt before Aragorn and Halbarad, wishing to offer his observations made whilst scouting the southern borders. Aragorn smiled, and waved his hand, as he spoke.
'Please Termon,' Aragorn implored, 'rise and take a seat, we are all friends here.'
When he had made himself comfortable, Termon began, giving news to Aragorn and Halbarad of Swanfleet, the Mannish name for the marshy lands above Tharbad, at the outflow of the river Glanduin. Aragorn had visited the region on occasion, and seen the many swans which gave the area its name. He spoke also of goblins around the Hithlaegir, the misty peaks which marked the eastern borders of the Lone Lands. Lastly he made reference of the stirrings amongst the war-like Dunnish tribes that lived on the lands bordering Rohan.
'Your news is well recieved Termon,' Aragorn replied stoically, 'news from the south is always welcome here, whilst our eyes are cast north. From Swanfleet to Dunland to the very feet of theHithaeglir you have ranged, and much have you learned.'</span>
</span>As Aragorn fell silent and leaned back, one calloused hand against his troubled brow, Halbarad leant forward, his gravelly voice spilling forth from between thin lips, his dour face a picture of great melancholies.</span>
'None of the Grey Company</font> can be spared for the south,' Halbarad explained brusquely, 'but if you can find willing swords to return south with you, I would recommend you take them. The Northern Remnant</font> have defeated a great host of brigands named the Blackwolds, but the indentity of their survivng masters remains a mystery to us. The Watchers of Sarn Ford</font>suffered a defeat at the hands of the same villains, though we have recently learned that their leader, Thurindir survived the encounter. To have a fourth band to range the lands around Swanfleet and theHithaeglir would be most valuable.'</span>
</span>Halbarad fell silent then also, though Termon could be sure he fully approved of the plan to form a new band of rangers to investigate happenings in the south...</span>

Oro
11/Jun/2010, 07:20 PM
Ghost of Times Past</font>
A Tale of Echthalion

Born by the name, Aikanár </font>son of Barahir of the </font>Dúnedain of the North, he has since been called Echthalion, "Strongspear" by his comrades, due to his wielding of a seven foot spear, with a foot long, three inch thick black spear-tip that is sharp and deadly. Echthalion bears a sword at his hip and several daggers in his boots and belt. His deep gray cloak flows over and down his back onto the ground below, which has earned him the nickname "Ghost" from the men of Bree and the neighboring villages and lands. His loyalty was unquestioned and his talent as a scout and warrior were well known. His pride and fiery nature are legendary among the Rangers of the North but all know that Strider himself holds the true awe and respect of this great warrior.

The Ghost stepped into the Four Winds, the council hall of Aragorn and his Lieutenant Halbarad. Stepping before the two as they spoke, Echthalion stood before the Lord of the Hidden City and bowed slightly, his hooded cowl falling off as he stood up straight, pulling the cowl from his head revealing the deep brown locks that lay beneath and the neatly trimmed short beard upon his face. His dark blue eyes filled with emotion and deep shimmered as he spoke, "</font></font></span></span></font></font></span></span>Lord Aragorn, I have returned from Bree. Dark rumors from the east continue to flow through, but nothing more. Do you wish me to return to the Village of Bree and keep an eye out, or should my skills be used elsewhere?"

All knew that he was a lone wolf, he did not enjoy to work in Companies due to his dislike of gaining other's trust. He was a silent and hard working soldier, but he realized that if he ever let himself grow close to the other Rangers, he would be open to the loss that he felt when they died, which they surely would. Every one of them would die, even himself, their mission and cause too lethal to allow him to grow close. He respected all the other soldiers, but did not want to know them. The ghost worked best alone, though he would work with others when ordered.

As he stood before the head of the rangers, he adjusted his leather armor, dark brown in color, and then checked to ensure that all his gear was properly fitted. His short bow on his back with a quiver attached to his pack, and his sword at his hip. In his right hand he held his spear, the black blade dull in the torchlight. He checked his gear quickly, awaiting the Lord Aragorn's response and request. He was a man of duty, and might stop for a drink or smoke but nothing more, he knew that now was when Aragorn required more of them than ever, and he would be there for him. The ghost was ready to disappear into the wilds of the North and serve his master.

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Pellaadarion
12/Jun/2010, 07:02 PM
The Four Winds</span>
</span>'</span><cite>Telo, govado ven</span></span></span></cite>Strongspear.' said Aragorn brightly as the man known as the</span>Ghost</span>approached. The newcomer was tall and broad, armed with knife and sword and spear and bow and wrapped in a long, flowing cloak of grey. Halbarad knew of theGhostas a proud and powerful warrior, but a man who preferred his own company, the sort of man that kept his own counsel and would not suffer well amongst his Grey Company.</span>
</span>'Lord Aragorn,' theGhostintoned,'</span></font>I have returned from Bree. Dark rumors from the east continue to flow through, but nothing more. Do you wish me to return to the Village of Bree and keep an eye out, or should my skills be used elsewhere?'</span></font></font></font></span></span></font></span></span></span>'Your skills?' Halbarad asked in quiet consideration, 'Your spear is as strong as your will, but where would you suggest Aragorn send a single man in dark days such as these? What use is a lone wolf when released within a pit of venomous snakes?'</span></font>
</span></font>The hearth flickered and spat, as if the very flames found humour in Halbarad's dour words. But the captain of the Grey spoke truth indeed, for ever more usual than a single spear were ten! And there sat Termon, with tales of countless enemy, and seeking swords to aid his cause, whilst theGhostsought leave to return to Bree and lend his ear to the recieving of dark whispers!</span></font>
</span></font>'Dark rumours assail us from every quarter,' Aragorn murmured finally, a hand upon his furrowed brow, 'dark days in Angmar, whispers from the east, and the ever growing shadow in the south. More than ever are we needed throughout these lands. Do as you wish, Strongspear, but know that there are more dangerous places than Bree, and rangers who require whatever spears that they can gather to their urgent causes.'</span></font>
</span></font>Aragorn would not order Echthalion to join with Termon, that was not the way of the north, but by his tone, and that of Halbarad's, it was clear that both men wished to rally their scant numbers wherever possible, and trusted that Termon's cause was of great importance to the north.</span></font></span>

Fane Mordagnir
13/Jun/2010, 12:02 PM
Termon - The Four Winds</font>



</font>Termon sitting on one of the benches opposite Aragorn and Halbarad listened to their response and their willingness for him to create a new band of rangers to head south and take out the threat posed by the Dunlender tribes. Termon knew that the numbers of rangers in the north were thin and he had heard of the danger posed by this group known as the Blackwolds who needed to be destroyed as soon as possible but the threat from the south would be one that was sustained </font>I will see if I can gather some rangers to join me in my quest south and as soon as I discover anything we shall return here to report to you and progress from there. </font>He sat and thought for a few minutes and then watched as a ranger known as Ghost walked into the bar and approached the two leaders seated in the bar.</font>
</font>As Aragorn and Halbarad spoke to the lone wolf, Termon knew that they were driving him towards joining with him and as he sat on the bench smoking and bathing in the warmth of the fire he thought about the stories he had heard about this man and his skills and knew he would be useful in the journey south, Termon stood up and nodded in respect to the two men still sat and walked to Ghost </font>I would like to invite you to join me in a mission south to destroying any threat posed by the Dunlendings and thereby creating a new band of rangers who will roam these lands. I am looking for any able men to help me in this cause who are willing and would be very pleased if you accepted this offer. </font>He knew that the Ghost would be able and hoped he would join him and bolster the numbers of bands travelling the wilds.</font>

Oro
16/Jun/2010, 04:53 PM
Ghost of Times Past</font>
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Tale of Echthalion

He smiled slightly at the words of Halbarad and then Aragorn, he had no intention of working alone when they needed him elsewhere. He might enjoy working alone and prefer it, but that did not make him a loyal soldier who worked with others when necessary.

He nodded to them, ignoring the tone of Halbarad, he was but a Leader of the Rangers with much on his shoulders and with an impossible task before him. He nodded at their words and then spoke

"I never stated that I would only work alone, that is my reputation, and while I do prefer to work alone, I know my duty and will gladly work with my fellow rangers when the time is needed. If now is that time, If you feel that I will best serve with Termon and the Dunlenders, than I will join him on his quest."

He bowed to the Lord Aragorn, saluting Halbarad with a fist to his chest and then turned to Termon, "Sir, If you would give me a moment to drink, eat, and an evening of rest, I will follow you whereever you need. On the morrow I will meet you and you can inform me of all the details and where we shall make our base of operations."

He bowed to the man and turned, his gray cloak flowing up in the wind as he headed over to the chef and got some food and drink. Sitting at a table, his spear leaned against a nearby wall, He began to eat ravenously and nodded to Lord Aragorn and a few of the other soldiers as he prepared for his next journey for their cause.
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Fane Mordagnir
18/Jun/2010, 09:30 AM
Termon - The Four Winds</font>



</font>Termon was glad that the Ghost had chosen to accompany him south and he knew that they would have to leave soon but he hoped to recruit a few more swords for the group and his first volunteer's request was one he needed no thought. </font>You may have your evening my friend I wish to gather some more for our little expedition southwards, hopefully we shall find some more company in this fair place and we can convince them to join us. </font>He sat back down and watched Ghost cross over and get some food and a drink and then sit down. He took another suck from his pipe and exhaled a smoke ring and watched it dissipate into the air.</font>
</font>Sat not far from Aragorn, Termon thought up his plans for the campaign of intelligence gathering and decided he would share some of his plan with his leaders. </font>Lord Aragorn I thought I should give you some knowledge of our plan if the worst happens you can send men afterwards. I plan to head south and then to Hollin where I last saw any Dunlendings from there, I don't entirely know where we head. If we can find tracks then we follow them if not we wait and see what comes our way. The Hillmen aren't well known as men who hide their presence so we should find trails easily enough. If I need to act before I can get word to you do I have your approvals? </font>Termon hoped that his leaders would approve his actions here as having to wait for it when he was encamped in hostile lands was dangerous and annoying and he was sure that they would both understand</font>

Dinledhwen
18/Jun/2010, 01:04 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">"Of all the times to fall in love!" he muttered to himselfalthough in his heart he did not regret doing it for one second. Then he quickly entered the Four Winds and just as quicklyshut the door behind him although that did little to ease thestrong draftsgusting through the taproom.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Soon asigh in relief was escaping silently from his lips when hesaw a man who he had overheard calledTermon sometime ago engaged in conversation with Lord Aragorn and Halbarad since he still wasn't quite sure how he would present his news to them without sounding like a twitterpated fool.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">After that he moved over to the bar while henoticed anotherranger with the nickname of Ghost if his memory was correctenjoying a mealat a table by himself.Thenhe pulled back his black cloak's hood so all there could see it was the dark haired and bearded ranger whowas thought of as thehardest to catchbachelor around by the lovely maidens.Edited by: Balian Alarion

Pellaadarion
20/Jun/2010, 08:00 PM
Halbarad smiled thinly at Aragorn as the Ghost sought to correct the dour-faced Lieutenant's scathing appraisal. Seemed the lone wolf would run with a pack when ordered, and wouldn't want anyone to think he would shirk his duties whilst in search of mere solitude. Echthalion's offer of aid should have been well recieved by Termon meanwhile, for the return journey south would be perilous, as would be the destination. Always too few their number...



'Strongspear and Termon will venture south then,' said Aragorn, 'and cast keen eyes upon the lands of Swanfleet and Dunland, and all that stretches within the shadow of the Hithlaegir. A band apart they may be, cast in the likeness of the Grey Company</font> andNorthern Remnant</font>, and equal to them in importance. Solely charged with the defence of their domain, and the
And who was that lingering a little ways off, newly arrived and come to enjoy the company of rangers? Dark haired and bearded but silent as a rock...
OOC: Termon/Oro, if you want to decide on a name for your band of rangers you are welcome to PM me so I might add you to the opening post of this thread. You might also seek out or attract whatever other players you wish to join with you.</font>

Dinledhwen
22/Jun/2010, 11:57 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Balian was amazed by how much better hefelt once he had a tankard of Tubeng in his hand. Unfortunately, that did not last long when he glanced over towards Lord Aragorn and saw the man was now watching him.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Well there was nothing left for him to do but to approach his Lord since leaving without looking like a coward was no longer an option.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">"I'll be back for this," Balian said to the barkeep while he set his tankard down. Then he took a deep breath to steady his nervesbefore he made his way over to where his Lord sat with Halbarad.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">"Lord Aragorn, Halbaradmy name is Balian Alarion Dunedain Ranger.I have some good news to reportdespite these dark times," hemanaged to say in a clear calm voice. When that threaten to crumble he quickly moved ahead by saying in a rush "After all of these years love has finallyentered my life in the form of a lovelyelven maiden by the name of Veowyn. I know you bothare in need of all able bodied rangers, but I hope with your blessing that I can have the time to wed her before returning to my duty..."
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Pellaadarion
23/Jun/2010, 07:30 AM
'After all of these years love has finallyentered my life in the form of a lovelyelven maiden by the name ofVeowyn. I know you bothare in need of all able bodied rangers, but I hope with your blessing that I can have the time to wed her before returning to my duty...'</span>
A Dúnadan taking an elven bride, unusual news indeed. But joyous news nonetheless, a reason for excitement and celebration amongst the Rangers of the North.
The news stirred memories locked deep within Aragorn's heart....
The ring of Barahir he had passed unto his beloved Arwen, taken her hand in the promise of marriage. A marriage that was not to be concluded until Aragorn became king of the reuinited kingdom of Gondor and Arnor. So had said Arwen's father, Lord Elrond. Over three decades had passed thus far, and he felt no closer to this goal.
...He wondered if Veowyn might have to make the same difficult choice, to choose mortality over deathlessness, to fall from grace amongst the eldar to live out her life with the ranger Balian. Aragorn also wondered what Veowyn's kin might make of their lose, though he did not say it. Instead he smiled broad and replied to Balian in a tone both light and melodic.
'Love is a great treasure,' Aragorn said, 'and should be well guarded. My congratulations to you Balian Alarion, and to your bride to be. You have my blessing to marry here in Osdolen, or wherever you desire.'

Tolkus
25/Jun/2010, 10:19 PM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">The door of the taphouse came open with a gust of wind and the help of a the person standing there. He is a tall man but his gurth could not be known due to the furs he wore.
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">He came in and slamed the door behind him. In a large powerful voice he shouted and laughed, "Ah heat! Barkeep! Tubeng the largest tankard you have!" This man went to an empty table and removed his furs but kept his cloak on.
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">This was Lothar Ranger of the North. Even with the furs removed he was still a large man. Lothar looked about the place nodding and smiled to those there and he sawthat his Lord Aragorn was busy at the moment and he waited to see him. He retrived his tankard and quickly chuged it down. In another loud gruff voice Lothar called out in a laugh, "More, I am in need of another!" Though the taproom was a bit drafty it was warm to Lothar who had been in the far North for some time.

Dinledhwen
27/Jun/2010, 04:00 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Balian suddenly realized he had been holding his breath after Lord Aragorn had given him the blessing he sought.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">"I believe my Lady iswanting the wedding in Mirkwood where she is from and in keeping with tradition she and her female relatives are in charge of all the planning," he said while breathing again andgrinning at the thought ofhow men usually were excluded from such things since they were viewed as totally incompetent when it came to the fine art of putting together special occasions.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">"Congratulations on your impending marriage! Your Tubeng is on the house," the barkeep thensaidafterhe approached and handed Balian the tankardthe rangerhad left behind on the bar as well as the coins he had given for it.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">However, beforeBalian could thank the barkeep the man was calledaway by a tall man (Lothar) who appeared to want to speak with Lord Aragorn. So Balian motioned forthe newcomerto come over.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">"Looks like there is someone else who wishes to speak with you so I will take my leave," he said to his Lord before backing away to a nearby table where he sat downrelieved that all had gone well.Edited by: Artesian

Tolkus
27/Jun/2010, 05:49 PM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">Lothar nodded to the the Ranger and lifted his mug to him then drained it. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and walked over to the table where Lord Aragorn sat.
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">He saluted Aragorn and Halbarad, "My Lord it has been many a year since last we met. I bring news from the Mountains of Angmar." Lothar pauses a moment and stricks a dramatic pose,"It is ..... cold." He then laughs. "Truely my lord it is a harsh winter there and non stir. Even the white wolves do not stray far from their den. Give me a day to rest and a meal to fill me and I will be ready to go where you might send me." He saluted once more and awaited an answer.
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Pellaadarion
28/Jun/2010, 06:06 AM
Four Winds
Lothar came to stand before Aragorn and Halbarad, offering a salute before offering his report on his most recent wanderings. Lothar was a big man, even when stripped of his furs, and good choice for a northern scout, for the winters of Angmar were as long as they were cruel.



Balian withdrew, his happy news delivered to the lords of Osdolen, content now to enjoy his cider in relative solitude, and mull the merriment that surely awaited him in Mirkwood.
</span>'</span>My Lord it has been many a year since last we met. I bring news from the Mountains of Angmar."Lothar pauses a moment and stricks a dramatic pose,"It is ..... cold."He then laughs."Truely my lord it is a harsh winter there and non stir. Even the white wolves do not stray far from their den. Give me a day to rest and a meal to fill me and I will be ready to go where you might send me.'</span>
</span>In these dark days, few tales were told of Angmar, thus any news was well recieved.</span>
</span>'The hear that the mountains of Angmar remain still is favourable news indeed.' Halbarad said, 'The last thing we need now are dark armies of orc-spawn and other devilry coming south to assault our borders. You have gone far, and scouted bravely if you have learned of Carn Dûm itself Lothar. But i</span>n the foothills and plains we have heard graver reports,' Halbarad grumbled dourly, 'some alliance of Hill-men, held under the sway of the Witch-king of Angmar. A council of the north we have heard it called. An army of orcs is one thing, but an army of the Hillmen clans might be equally dangerous too us, if the Great Eye is the secret architect of their alliance. Such a thing should be crushed without delay, before they can ready themselves for war.'</span>
</span></span>Lothar might well frown, for the big ranger had heard of no such thing. Or if he had, perhaps he had dismissed the stories as mere rumours. But the tales were true, and even now Halbarad's scout fled south with news of the northern clans, pursued hotly by their scouts, who wished to cut out his tongue before such news might be delievered to their enemies' ears!</span>
</span>'We would do well then,' Aragorn interjected, ' to await the report of your scout before committing more swords to the north. I would not want to walk into Angmar deaf as well as blind. We still have until the snows melt. Until then no army might march on Osdolen.'</span>
</span>Aragorn fell silent, mulling over Lothar's report, as well as Halbarad's complaints.

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Tolkus
28/Jun/2010, 10:28 AM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">Lothar held his head low for a moment, "My Lord I did hear of the rumors and forgive me for not confirming them. I was first at Carn Dum then I went South around Mount Gundabad seeking rumor of the Orcs there and thier possible gathering to march South to Moria through our lands in the East at the foot of the Misty Mountains for as the mountain range bends it is more direct that way. I thenwent across the Ettenmoors where I heard the rumors of the HIll Men."
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Pellaadarion
28/Jun/2010, 05:18 PM
'No apology is needed Lothar!' Aragorn smiled, 'despite Halbarad's concerns, none of the rangers have yet found any truth to the rumours of which we speak!'
Halbarad mulled over Lothar's words silently. No weapons or armour? That doesn't sound like the clansmen Domhall spoke of. No, he spoke of warriors, draped in leather and furs and armed with hard iron. Perhaps Lothar stumbled across a different group of men, or perhaps some of them live in peace, even in these dark times.
'Stand easy Lothar,' Aragorn finally ordered, 'your labours in the north should be rewarded with merriment and rest within Osdolen. When we have further need of you we shall call on you. There is still much work to be done, but for now, recover your strength. If you wish to resume your duties immediately, I might suggest you seek out a band of rangers with which to travel.'</span>'Safety in numbers,' Halbarad put in, 'two swords better than one I always say...'</span>

Tolkus
28/Jun/2010, 05:49 PM
Four winds

Lothar Smiled and saluted Lord Aragorn and Halbarad then went to the bar. "Barkeep another tankard if you please and anything you have that resembles food would be most welcome and richly rewarded," Lothar said with a laugh and he threw some gold coins onto the bar and went to his table to wait on his order.

He threw his furs into one of the open chairs and sat in the other with a plop. The creeking of the chair showed it strained aginst Lothars large fram. Being nearly 6foot 6inches made life interesting for the Ranger at times. It was with a slight whence that Lothar suddenly realized he had ploped down on his dagger. He pulled it from it's sheth and layed on the table and he laughed at himself for something so comical.

His order came and he dove in as though he hadn'thad any foodin days, yet all the while studying the others who where in the taphouse wondering if anyone was in need of an extra sword.

Fane Mordagnir
28/Jun/2010, 06:55 PM
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</font></span>Termon </font>had been sitting waiting while both </font>Balian</font> and </font>Lothar</font> had spoken to </font>Aragorn</font>, trying to find a few more recruits for the mission he was about to set out on. He had already scored out</font> Balian </font>seen as he would be travelling to Mirkwood however </font>Lothar</font> was a prime candidate. As </font>Aragorn</font> sent </font>Lothar</font> away </font>Termon</font> watched him and waited until he had got his food before wandering over to the bar and picking up a bar.</font></span>
</font></span>From the Barkeep, </font>Termon</font> received a pint of the dark brew that was a favourite of his. As he headed over to </font>Lothar's</font> table he could see him looking about the taphouse for what </font>Termon</font> presumed was a band in need of another. </font>May I sit my friend </font>he asked as he took a seat next to</font> Lothar</font>. It was a strange thing that he asked but he had been raised with manners and however he had changed with being a ranger he hadn't lost them, even if he wasn't going to change his actions dependant on an answer.</font></span>
</font></span>As he took a drink of his brew he gave</font> Lothar</font> a few seconds to gauge him. The huge man was a definite possibility for his quest south </font>I hear that you look for a band to join and that you are just out of the north. I would like to offer you a place with my band the </font>Southern Winds</font>. I have been tasked by </font>Lord Aragorn</font> to lead several rangers south after having noted that the Dunlendings have become active once more. We go to push them back south and stop their march towards Eriador. I hoped that you would join us. It would be a hard mission but on the upside it will be a lot warmer than the Far North. </font>He began to laugh at the thought </font>Then again anything is a lot warmer than the Far North.</font></span>

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Tolkus
28/Jun/2010, 07:42 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar watched as a one of the men in the place got up and walked to the bar to grab a mug. The man(Termon) came over to Lothar's table and asked to sit just as Lothar took a huge bit. With a mouth full and half smile he motioned for the man to sit.

Lotharate his food and drank a draught as the man told him about the problems South. Lothar laughed with him about it being warmer in the South, this alone was the selling point to him. After the man was finished Lothar said with a big grin,"My sword is yours, I am Lothar.When do we leave." Then he gave a big laugh.

Fane Mordagnir
02/Jul/2010, 03:41 PM
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</font></span>Termon was glad when Lothar accepted his offer to join the Southern Winds and join them in the campaign against the Dunlendings. When he asked when the band was leaving and Termon smiled at his enthusiasm. Well I have given Ghost the night off so we are leaving tomorrow morning. I am hoping to get another sword so there are four of us but if we don't then I shan't mind for our band is strong with men like you and Ghost with us. I am Termon of the Dunedain and am very glad to meet you Lothar. Let us hope that we may fight beside each other for many moons to come. He took a draught of the brew and raised it while he looked at the barkeep in acknowledgement that he was glad of a good drink.</font></span>

Ibiralian
03/Jul/2010, 01:55 AM
The Four Winds

The bite of the cold air on Araéhir's cheeks, nose, and ears was not unnoticed as she proceeded towards the fortress, nor was the way the wind threw her off-blonde hair into a state of disarray, leaving no semblance of the loose braid she had pulled it into prior to departing her camp earlier that day. She had ridden hard, and the journey had not been long, but neither had it been easy, and the muscles in her shoulders and arms ached from tugging at the reigns.

She did not know why she was here; indeed, she did not know precisely where here was, but she had a general idea, and she had not spent as much time as she had wandering in the darker parts of the world only to cower at the idea of an unfamiliar place, so after her mount had been taken care of somewhere where footing was still secure enough that she didn't think it might break a leg, she made the climb up to the fortress stepped inside the door. She had drawn her cloak up close around her shoulders, not in an attempt at secrecy or subtlety, only because she was still chilled from the harsh weather, and it did nothing to disguise her save make her appear a little hunched as she approached the gathering of people.

She recognised no one, though that was hardly an uncommon occurrence these days. It had been many months since she had remained settled in one location long enough to form any lasting affection for a place. Time would tell if this might prove to be a different set of circumstances. For nearly seven years, Araéhir had wandered, with no particular purpose in mind aside from avoiding what she had left behind. But a mind with no objective is an idle one, and hers was no exception. And this...this was as much her cause as it was anyone's. Her father was of the Dunédain, after all, and her mother...well, that was another tale, and perhaps one left for a better time than first introductions.

Araéhir's physical appearance was a testament to her mixed heritage - her hair was a blonde so dark it was almost auburn, but her eyes were dark enough that in anything much darker than sunlight, her irises were nearly indistinguishable from her pupils. And her skin, perhaps the most obvious thing she had inherited from her mother, had, even in the winter months, the darkened tone of someone who had spent their life in a warm, sunlit environment.

She debated the manner in which she ought to approach those men who appeared to be in authority, and pondered whether humility or courage would be better suited here. Humility might be mistaken for timidity, which she imagined was hardly the sort of quality lauded amongst these types...but if she appeared too brazen and bold, they might assume that she was an undisciplined novice.

But then, they might be right on that count. Araéhir settled on something in between. Once the man who had entered before her had finished his discussion with Aragorn and Halbarad, she crossed the distance and came to stand in front of them. Ducking her head in a half-bow, she paused briefly, attempting to locate the right words and wishing she'd considered them beforehand.

"My lords," she began, "I do not believe you know me, although perhaps your lot know a great deal more than anyone is aware of...perhaps you know of me, for I have traveled in these lands for many days now. I am called Araéhir, daughter of Feredir, who may have been of your number many years past, though he has spoken little of it to me. But I am here not to offer my name, or even my father's name, but my allegiance."Edited by: Ibiralian

Moriel
05/Jul/2010, 10:05 AM
Approaching Osdolen</font>

“Aaah, gwador vell.” A hand patted the neck of the large, black horse firmly. “Avo visto! Beron, we will be there soon.” The horse snorted and stamped his opinion, finely drawn legs pummeling the ground, and tossed his head irritably. The woman seated atop his back tossed her head back in a throaty laugh, and tangled her fingers in his thick mane. Though a surcingle allowed for the carrying of baggage, not a strap bound Beron, and the pair moved together in harmony. A daughter of Lindon and the remnants of Númenor, Moriel rose tall and slender, pale as Ithil’s face in winter, and waving coal-black locks nearly brushed Beron’s back behind her. She surveyed the darkening landscape through keen cobalt eyes and sniffed the air; her destination was drawing near.

The cavern rose as though from nowhere, swallowing Moriel away from the light of the moon. She urged Beron onward, and they picked their way through the cavern, whose ground was worn by the passage of feet, until they reached the far edge, where the natural structure of the rock that led upwards had been cunningly concealed. Here Moriel dismounted, and pulled from a satchel a light hackamore, which she slipped over Beron’s nose, murmuring,

“Appearances,” as she tucked his ears under the strap. The horse snorted, and Moriel laughed, scratching the velvety tip of his muzzle. They proceeded upwards, the earth-and-stone staircase growing lighter and lighter as they neared its peak, until finally Moriel again felt direct light on her face and beheld the gates of Osdolen. She passed into the city leading Beron; the less attention she could attract at this moment, the better, Moriel reasoned. Long had she wandered the shadowed lands, and though it was doubtful she would run afoul of anyone here, it were better to observe her surroundings. The streets of Osdolen were quiet, and not a soul was to be seen until she entered the courtyard, where a group of men trained in the dusk. Glints of moon and torchlight flickered alternately off their swords and faces, the clash of steel singing in Moriel’s ears as she crossed to the stables. Several of them glanced in her direction, but seemed to decide to stay at their swordplay.

An exchange of words and coins saw Beron settled in the stables and safekeeping for the few items Moriel chose to leave behind. This did not include her blades: wickedly curved and shaped like a scimitar, but slightly shorter, and thus more ably wielded one at a hand for a length of time. Their shining twin pommels just peeped over Moriel’s shoulders, secured across her back. She wore no cloak, but the soft, black leathern tunic extended to her knees, nearly met by her boot-tops. The mossy under-tunic, whose sleeves covered Moriel’s arms were the tunic left off at the shoulder was also of the same length, and the intervening area revealed her legs to be trouser-clad. Long experience had taught this woman that though when she ventured thus into the more cultured reams scandal may follow, it were always best for a traveler to be practical. Moriel took a deep breath of the sharp northern air, casting her eyes about the courtyard, and moved onward, towards the Four Winds.</font>

Pellaadarion
05/Jul/2010, 11:34 PM
The Four Winds</span>
</span>The road to Osdolen was as long as it was perilous, and for Araehir to have travelled it alone was a testament to her determination and strength of character. Stronger men than she had turned back from their search for the hidden stronghold of the Rangers. Some had faced cold winds, others sharp blades, and others hungry fangs. But Araehir had walked the dark forests, climbed the wind-swept rocks and ascended the hidden staircase to arrive within Osdolen, hidden within the shadows of the North Downs of Eriador.</span>
</span>She stood now before Aragorn and Halbarad, lords of Osdolen and leaders of the Rangers of the North, grim Dúnedain who represented the last hope of men in the northern wilderness.</span>
</span>'Welcome to Osdolen, Araehir daughter of Feredir,' Aragorn intoned, spreading his calloused hands wide in greeting, 'come forward and rest a while. The winds are cold and the skies grow dark, and here you will find rest and refreshment should you choose to accept it.'</span>
</span>Halbarad studied the girl closely, taking note of her strong features and the subtle resemblence she bore to her father.</span>
</span>'I knew your father,' Halbarad muttered grimly, 'he was a good man, as far as it went. Should you share his quality there might be a place for you here...'</span>

Edited by: Pellaadarion

Hallas C. Pehwarin
22/Jul/2010, 05:32 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion was weary from traveling from ruins of Annú</font></font></span></span></font></font></span></span>minas during the sweltering summer heat and finally arrived in the hidden stronghold of his fellow kin the Rangers of the North Osdolen. Many things had prevented him from reporting sooner due to his own family and its troubles. He was here and had wished to renew his oath to the Chieftain of the Dunedain of Arnor Aragorn and his loyal second Halbarad. His blue </span>eyes gazed around at the hall and the men of women who were all that was left of a once proud and noble Kingdom. He walking slowly over to where Aragorn and Halbarad stood brushing off the dust that had gathered on his tarnished garments being done in somber Black and Grey hues. The young dú</font></font></span></span></font></font></span></span>nedain gave them both a deep bow and then spoke in deep voice, "My lord Aragorn and Halbarad I have returned from my wanderings throughout Eriador to renew my oath to you and to our people."

Hyarion now waited patiently since this was the moment whether he would be forgiven for taking leave without inform either of the two honorable and proud men. He clasped his hands together staring straight across at the stone wall and glancing cautiously around at the rest of the gathered Rangers. The young dú</font></font></span></span></font></font></span></span>nedain then to a moment to gather his thoughts including one that kept nagging him during his long travels, "Maybe my cousin Hallas might have need of a descendant of the northern kin in Gondor, fate will be decided here in next few precarious moments." This one event could cause him to evicted from his family's house, and
that he would be forced to make a living however he could in Middle
Earth.


Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Angelikus Snape
22/Jul/2010, 06:11 PM
The Four Winds

</font>Not shortly after Hyarion entered to renew his oath as a Ranger of the North. Emora also emerged into the Four Winds of Osdolen. Was it a coincidence or was it fate? This she was unsure of. What she was sure of is that she was also here to renew her oath to the Rangers. As her green eyes scanned across the room, many Rangers were here. She considered this gathering many for in this time, this many Rangers is already considered a lot, although it is a fact that they are fewer now than they were before in the glory days of the Northern Kingdoms. As she continued to scan the area, she saw Chieftain Aragorn and his second in command Halbarad and with the swiftness of a Ranger in the wilderness, she made a beeline towards them and as soon as she was beside Hyarion, she knelt and said "I too am at the disposal of the Chieftain as he sees fit. Command me as you will sir!" she said, confidently and proudly. At the same time, she was nervous. She was nervous because she did not know whether or not her services are needed or wanted at all. There was sweat starting to build up from her forehead. "Would I be accepted? Is there a time where I can stand in front of these people proudly?" She continued to bow to the Chieftain waiting for his decision which she was sure was inevitably to come.
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Pellaadarion
22/Jul/2010, 06:48 PM
The Four Winds
Aragorn turned to face Hyarion as he entered the Four Winds. He listened as the ranger renewed his Oath, pledging his sword to the continued cause of the defence of the north.
'I accept your Oath Hyarion,' Aragorn replied proudly, 'your continued vigilance throughout these lands does credit to your noble line.'
Mere moments passed, and before Aragorn could speak further Emora appeared before him. She proclaimed her wish to serve amongst the Rangers of the North, and offered her services to the Chieftan of the Dúnedain.
'I accept your service and Oath,' Aragorn intoned, spreading his arms wide in welcome, 'know yourself now as a Ranger of the North and count yourself amongst the brave men that defend these troubled lands. Stand proud before your people and hold your head high Emora of the North.'
He smiled and rose to his feet, stretching his back and twisting his neck. Too long had he sat on the stiff wooden stool in the Four Winds and already his feet itched and his fingers fidgeted. Aragorn indeed remained as much a ranger as he did a Chieftain, and so his travels ever continued.



'I have business in Bree,' Aragorn said to them all, 'and leave you all now to your own wanderings. Find yourselves under the command of your respective chiefs and continue your important work. These borders are troubled still, so keep your swords sharp and your wits sharper.'
With that, Aragorn grabbed up his sword and cloak and whirled out of the draughty taproom...
OOC: Here exits Aragorn, until a new SCR holder is chosen by the rulers of Eriador. It has been a pleasure to portray Aragorn again and I would like to thank you all for your posts here over the last month or two. Please continue to post. Players may still seek out new cheiftans and create new bands during Aragorn's absence and may make use of Halbarad as an NPC character to do so.

Naith Liathant
23/Jul/2010, 07:17 PM
And it was at the threshold of the Four Winds whereupon Aragorn, Chieftain of the Dunedain met the stranger, in the light of lamps to stave off the darkness that had stolen over Osdolen and the North Downs. Here did the two men speak in hushed tones and in haste, and the brow of the Heir of Isildur furrowed and his grim eyes flashed vitriolic anger. This anger was not directed at the stranger, for his were words befitting his station, and bearing. Words that were tidings; tidings of misdeeds and murder, an ill news carried on a bitterly cold wind. Chilling to the blood of man.

The hand of the future King wrapped now in the guise of a ranger clapped the stranger's back, and compassion lit a flame in the countenance of he who was known in the lands as Strider. Do as you must! Storm clouds gather that must be weathered, seek solace and shelter within, there might you find the steel to scourge the tempest!These words were those of Aragorn.

Watching a moment the swiftly departing figure of legend among these lands, the bearer of the Ring of Barahir, this stranger turned once more to the Four Winds and in solemnity, hardened by the decree of his Chieftain, did he enter.

" Listen one and all!" His voice rang out within the room. " Terrible have been the tragedies upon us and great evil is unleashed! Mighty grows the hand of the Necromancer and his miscreant servants befoul our homes and steads! Hear me!" Clad in dark raiment, a sullen funereal wrap, black gloves, and bracers, black boiled leather armour and tough boots, black cloak and long dark hair - he stood before the gathered men.

" Far to the north in the high places have I dwelt, and for my part have seen fields of splendour turned to ashes riven with the blood of ancient Arnor. From that same blood do I hail, for once of a time long before my memory begins were my ancestors of Rhudaur! I have long captained the Flight of Ravens, the company known to all as the Ravens of Rhudaur and I have worn the mantle of Raven for as long as any might bear it. From Druimval I come! Farthest flung of the far steadings, lands under the yoke of no King and no master! Free have we lived and freely have we died, for only a slave lives on his knees and fights not for freedom when there is freedom to be fought for!! A war host ravages the north and will descend upon all! Hear me now! Druimval has burned! It is a township razed, my people slain, my band put to slaughter! I was left for dead among a field of the fallen and I thought I had breathed my last! Our enemies believed thus too! Yet by the grace of the Valar I live, and the war host that rapaciously scourges the innocent dwellings of farmers and peaceful folk must be put to the sword! Who here will join with me to this end? Who will fight alongside me? Who will join with the Raven and take to flight into the face of such evil? Who among you has the courage and conviction? If there be any ranger here without a band then seek no more for I come seeking you! Many are the friends I have lost, this through no fault of mine own. They came upon us by night and while we Ravens patrolled the lonely forests to the east of Druimval, and we fought valiantly against a host far in excess of our number! I call upon you now. Join me! Let me lead you where I may, and put paid to this villainy! Help me cast back the shadow in the north!"

The stranger at last became silent, and his keen piercing blue eyes shone like stars in the firmament. All saw the stern set to his shoulders, the proud defiance burning within him. But who would follow this harbinger?Edited by: Naith Liathant

Moriel
24/Jul/2010, 06:31 AM
The Four Winds</font>

Moriel slipped into the taproom of the Four Winds. A gust of warmth greeted her, but was belied by the drafts that curled around her as she moved further into the room. It appeared as a small tavern, with smaller tables scattered around the room, which itself was dominated by the long table resembling a feasting board. At one of the smaller tables sat two rangers (Lothar &amp; Termon) together, and two others (Ghost &amp; Balian) sat alone. Moriel knew none of them, and passed them by. Her glance shifted briefly to the long table, and caught sight of the men she had come to see, though she had been far from certain that either would be present in Osdolen to receive her; the rangers of the north were hardly sedentary.

“Tubeng,” she said quietly to the bartender, depositing a coin on his counter. Moriel received her tankard and receded into the shadowy recesses of the taproom’s corner, where the light from the lamps petered out in their effort to illuminate the hall. Positioning herself at the corner of a table she observed the room. A woman was speaking to Aragorn and Halbarad, entreating with them to join their number as a ranger, following in the footsteps of her father. The corner of Moriel’s lips curled; a noble idea, but seldom wise. But perhaps the girl would do well enough, one never knew. In short order another pair followed, a young man and woman, both pledging their service. Tonight was a good night for the rangers of the north it seemed; an influx of new or returning wanderers to bolster their flagging numbers. After Hyarion and Emora had moved from the head of the table following Aragorn’s exit, Moriel placed her barely-touched tankard back upon the table. It may as well be now that she added her own voice to the throng.

She rose from her table with a fluidity that belied her long journey and moved across the room. Though the Chieftan had gone, his lieutenant was still present, and his authority would be enough, though she desired to speak with Aragorn. Standing before Halbarad, Moriel placed her right fish over her heart and inclined her head to him, holding the bow a respectful few seconds before straightening.

“Ni-yôzi zirbîth kiyad,” she greeted him in the old tongue, “Hail, Captain Halbarad. I have known many names, but am called Moriel, a wanderer and watcher. Long and long has it been since I have roamed with the Dúnedain, and I pray you permit me do so again.”

“Again?” questioned Halbarad. “I do not know you, and nor I wager do any here.” The master of the Grey Company gestured to the room. “Tell me of your time with us.”

A small smile crawled across Moriel’s face, and she gave a low chuckle. “When last I moved among the Dúnedain, Aravir still walked, good Captain. I have traveled many places before and since; to some I am known as the she-wolf of Nurn, and that will reveal to you my time spent in the black lands. But I have come through it, and now return to you, sir, and to my kin.”

The woman watched the slow expression of surprise from which Halbarad did not guard his face quickly enough. True: Moriel was not wholly elleth, and her time in the lands of darkness had affected her, but she could know see Halbarad examine her features more closely, noting their Noldorin influence, and the six-pointed star cloak pin which was thrust through the top fastening of her tunic. The captain shifted in his chair.

“It seems to me that though your past dealings with us cannot be confirmed, neither can they be denied, Moriel. The records we keep here do not extend back to the time of Aravir. In any case, I believe your story. There-“

In that moment, however, the door to the Four Winds banged open and a man entered, dark and dour, clad in mourning and yet it seemed for immediate action. “Listen one and all!” he cried, and both Moriel and Halbarad directed their attention to him, listening to the stranger’s tale. The woman was no stranger to the region of which he spoke, and when he had finished, Moriel cast a brief glance at Halbarad, who gave a near imperceptible nod, indicating that their discussion could come to an end. Moriel’s chin lifted as she turned to face the stranger, and answered him,

“I will join with you to defend conflicted Rhudaur, sir, thought I do not know your name. I will be led by no man into foolish trials, but so long as your quest remains governed by reason, I will assist you. My blades are yours.”</font>

Laielinwen
24/Jul/2010, 07:57 PM
The Four Winds
~ Koreleon (npc)



She had just finished the last bite of her stew and felt satisfied for the first time in a long time. The troublesome trek that had brought her here was fraught withobstacles and bloodshed. She had managed to get cleaned up and had been provided with some dry clothes by the kindness of strangers.
Sitting alone with her own thoughts she fought back the pain and loss that had carved a hole in her heart. Her hands were rough and the cuts and bruises still sore, but beginning to heal. Her heart would not heal so easily. The rumble of voices were of little comfort as she remembered digging into the hard earth. Digging and digging and digging. Determined to leave them proper. It was an impossible task for the ground was hard and cold, but warm compared to her soul. When at last she had her family buried, she walked away with nothing, but her weapons and what was on her back.
She had found kindness in this place and her physical ails had begun to improve. It wasn't until the man from Rhudaur entered with his passionate plea that she felt anything close to a kindred spirit though. Through the numb she heard him speak. Through the thaw she listened. Behind her eyes a spark... and there was life in her again.
Standing, she made her way to him and looked up into the stern impassioned face. "My name is Koreleon and I will join you. I have my bow and my blade... both of which shall be at your service."

Edited by: Laielinwen

Pellaadarion
24/Jul/2010, 10:36 PM
The northman passed Aragorn in the courtyard outside, but didn't give the chieftan a second glance, on account of him being disguised as a simple traveller. He came to stand before the big Taproom the rangers favoured, The Four Winds Domhall remembered it called. Served them as much as a meeting hall as it did a tavern, big and cold and full of dour men filled with varied melancholies. He brushed the worst of the mud off his worn boots and stepped across the threshold...
The Four Winds
Domhall stepped forward into the light slowly, cautiously, taking a look at the other figures that stood and sat scattered around the draughty confines of the Four Winds. He didn't recognise many of the faces, save for Halbarad, dourest of the lot. It was that one that had sent Domhall back north in the first place, sent him right into Strongspear's camp to do a bit of spying. Domhall supposed he might as well offer his report, since it was the very reason he had returned to Osdolen. Well, he'd been on the run from Strongspear's scouts too, but best not mention that bit...
...before he could utter a single word a mysterious stranger appeared within their fold, garnering their attentions with a sudden and dark passion, his voice crying out within the expansive hall. It was a tale of danger and intrigue, a call to arms for brave adventurers, an enemy both strong and evil, and a quest to protectRhudaur from shadow. Domhall considered it for a few moments and decided it sounded marginally less dangerous than returning to Angmar to fight an army of hulking northerners...
...the scout stepped foward, coming to stand next to Koreleon as she offered her services to the Raven. Domhall stood patiently, shoulders draped in his thick fur. One calloused hand fidgeting with his baldric, making sure it was still tight around his torso. Koreleon fell silent and Domhall stepped closer, coming to stand before the Raven.




'Name's Domhall,' the scruffy arrival muttered, his voice thick with the accent of the north, 'got myself a sword, and I'm a pretty good scout too I reckon. If there's blood to be spilt you can count me in.'
Truth told Domhall didn't much like the bloodshed any more than the next man, but it was like big Mal used to say; either a wolf or a sheep.
Better to look a wolf in front of men, Domhall reckoned...

Ibiralian
28/Jul/2010, 08:15 AM
The Four Winds

Araéhir was met with as much of a welcome as she could have hoped for. In part, she had feared that her father's involvement with this group of men had not been so great as he might have made it seem, and while it was with great loathing that she questioned anything her father had told her, she was not blind enough to imagine that many men were capable of telling any story without at least something of a personal touch, without the slightest colouring of their own perception at the time of the event. Halbarad's recognition of her father's name worked at untangling the web of nerves that had wrapped around her heart, clenching a tight fist around her resolve as if testing her will to carry out this personally assigned mission. She ducked her head in assent, in thanks, in simple acknowledgment, and refrained from mentioning what she imagined might be youthful desire to prove herself in her father's footsteps. This wasn't only about him, after all, it was about Araéhir, and her own desire to do something with her time that she could be proud of when she had spent her days and was ready to look back on her life and let it go in the knowledge that she had at least done her part to leave the world better than it had been when she came into it.

"Then I will give you whatever oath you require, and go where you would send me or where there is need," she said, lifting her head slightly to meet Halbarad's glance first, then Aragorn's.

She moved aside to allow others who had entered to approach Halbarad and Aragorn, and it felt like only a moment she was given to observe the goings-on before another entered in much more auspicious fashion than those who had come before. Whereas the others had come seeking personal business, this man had obviously come with the intent to gain the attention of others, and Araéhir's was quickly diverted by his speech. Clearly there was something greater at work here; that she had made this particular journey at this particular time, only to arrive at the precise moment she needed in order to hear this particular summons...she had never been one to avoid the call of destiny when she believed it was reaching for her, and she stepped forward.

"And I," she said, after Moriel, Koreleon, and Domhall had spoken, "I will also follow where you lead, and my sword shall be in your service, as long as I have strength in me to lift it."

Arnyn Dealedwen
28/Jul/2010, 08:12 PM
The Four Winds
NPC Carahna



She'd been standing near one of the taproom's walls for a while now. For
over half an hour before the lord Aragorn had left, she had watched
things unfold, people speak. Her blue grey eyes had watched the Chieftain
leave and followed him across the room and out of it. She was young for a Ranger, but not new to the fold. A lone scout mostly, until now perhaps. Her green eyes had seen too much now to remain a scout that stalked out on her own, that gathered and delivered news. Never before had she wanted to see blood - she could fight, well, but had never gone out looking for a fight. However... Recently she had seen the death of a friend too dear to her not to avenge - some way or another. She wanted action now, a cause, payback put simply. And it seemed like the fates had smiled upon her.

The man who raised his voice to speak up for everyone present at the taproom had a look in his eyes which she recognised. He was hurt, offended, pained by the loss of his band. And enraged. It was all very familiar . A small smile krept to her lips for a mere moment. Then she nodded to herself. It seemed to be exactly what she was looking for. She watched in silence as several Rangers agreed to join the man. Three women and one man. More and more women seemed to embrace the duties of their people, Carahna mused. Not that it mattered to her. She did not necessarily need to befriend anyone. She could, but it wasn't a must, as far as she was concerned. Her current priority was not making friends. It lay with the blade, and the blood it might spill. The blood she hoped it would spill. She brushed a strand of chocolate brown hair out of her face.

"I will come with you.," she said after the last woman (Araéhir) had spoken, stepping forward. She did not offer her weapons, for at the moment they were hers and hers alone. But she was offering herself as a force, and her weapons were obviously part of that. She would have time aplenty to decide if the righteous fire in this man's eyes was a true reflection of his character and spirit.
"I would love to introduce this war horde you speak of to the sharp edges of my blades." Her voice was soft, and calm, but her green eyes spoke volumes of the need she felt.

Naith Liathant
02/Aug/2010, 01:59 AM
THE FLIGHT OF RAVENS

His burning eyes fanatical, the Raven of Rhudaur scoured the room, and soon was he impassioned further, and humbled also. There were brave men and women here, and the blood of the north flowed strong in their veins. They knew, he could see, the tragedies and losses etched on their faces, as each of them was a tale for the telling. None of those tales would be entirely happy ones he was certain. Too much darkness had fallen over the land.

" Friends, I welcome all of you! You assistance..." He paused, emotion catching him - he quelled it as best he could. " Your assistance in this most pressing time is valued. To know you would risk yourselves for others restores my faith in the people of broken Arnor. You can ruin a Kingdom, I say to the Dark Lord, but you cannot ruin the spirit of that Kingdom. Arthedain is no more, Rhudaur almost never was, and Cardolan is long buried under the might of the Witch King and his terrible armies. Fornost and Annuminas no more - our elf friends even fear what is to come next, though time honoured their stand with us has been. Who knows what comes next? Is the hour darkest before the dawn or has the night only now begun?" He stopped himself. " I need a drink." He walked to the bar, his new allies watching him he knew, judging him for what kind of man he might be.

Furiously he quaffed some ale, quenching his thirst and wiping his mouth, before slamming down the clay tankard. He turned to the, breathing in deep and standing tall and proud.

" We will not go forth to seek vengeance friend Moriel." He said first, addressing the one who courageously stepped forward before all others. " We will not strike without purpose! We shall be the Flight of Ravens! Domhall, there will be blood spilled and I will lead you to greater fortune than befell those I know far better and have loved." He seemed distraught but in control of it, yet clear it was that the Raven had suffered. As much as anyone - they could feel his grief permeate the Four Winds along with his anger which was like a cyclone. A cyclone of pent up fury to be unleashed.

" It is my intent to seek this damned warband wherever it might travel, and to bring it to an end. Through any means at my disposal! This is why I have come here, wise people! I cannot do this alone! We shall form this band then, and tonight. That which is forged under darkness shall not fear darkness. With the morning it shall take to flight, and we shall move north from here, and attempt to intercept the enemey. There are more villages..." He looked down, shook his head. " More villages that way, good friends. Innocent people. Farmers, their wives, their children. They know little of war! They know less of how to defend themselves! Pitch forks and hoes will do little against this host!" He drank again, downing his ale and repeatedly slammed the tankard twice. The pitcher was refilled.

" Know my purpose. Once this deed is done, I will not hold you to me! There will be no ties greater than the ties you establish of your own accord. Your freedom is always thine! If you deem me a good leader, then the Raven I shall remain. If your path when this deed ends leads in a different direction to mine own - then always shall we be friends and never anything lesser." The Raven drank again and gestured to the band.

" Come we shall gather, drink. Tell me more of yourselves. On our journey I shall tell you much more of myself in return. I will also teach you the history of the mantle of the Raven - and the Flight that has long been protector in the lands to the north." Raven again gestured to an empty table and walked to back to the bar for in his passion he had strayed. " Inn keep, fetch drinks for these brave people! Whatever they want! And food too! I have coin enough to pay." He proved this, placing an exquisite ring down upon the marked wood.

" That will be ample, sir, if you drank us dry!" The Inn Keep stammered, then his wizened face changed. " Please do not though!" He protested, but there was humour in this exchange.

" So what will you have?" The Raven asked of those gathered about him. " Remember, food, drink, whatever you want my friends. Tomorrow we will leave Osdolen, so tonight enjoy as you may!" He knew that these sturdy folk would not over indulge and many would have constitution enough to partake tonight in several ales and still be hale come morning.

Beren Camlost
04/Aug/2010, 07:37 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE"> He had sought the steep and ruggedterrain of the North Downs for the great cavern that that became a tunnel that let deep under a cliff ; there was a natural stone and earthen stairway there that arose through a narrow opening in the rock toa high and secret ledge that overlooked the lands below. Khallador, was a man in his early thirties whose ancestors were oncemenof therealm once known as Cardolan here in the North. He was a tall man and pale ; his features were somber but handsome, his eyes a sad but keen blue-gray. Khallador's hair was dark and shaggy ; his boots were supple leather though travel-worn, his breeches and tunic were gray but his hooded-cloak was darker so. Inside an old but good scabbard was the eagle-marked sword of a forefather who had once fought against Angmar long ago. Khallador wanted to be one of the guardians of the North and so now he sought out Osdolen, that hidden refuge of the Rangers of the North. He was allowed to pass through the strong gates once after claiming his purpose and looked for the taproom of the Four Winds where he had been told he could take the Oath of the Rangers.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE"> He opened the door but lingered near the shadows, patiently, so he could hear the words of the man who was speaking, The Raven of Rhudaur. He was going to lead them on a mission to the north to intercept a warband. Then I've come at just the right time, he spoke to the man. I am Khallador, my ancestors were Cardolans, brave men who once resisted Angmar. Their gallantry and fiercenessremains in me. I wish to take the Oath of the Rangers and guard the good peoples of the North from the savagery ofreavers,shatterers ofPeace. I have no family, but I have honor and a blade. Khallador stepped forward and clasped the Raven's arm. I will follow you - and if needs be, die perish with the sword, and gladly. He removed his hand and shouted : Innkeep ! A new loaf, butter, cheese, and a tankard of Tubeng - your fearsomely strong cider !Edited by: Aigronding Mordagnir

Naith Liathant
04/Aug/2010, 01:36 PM
As the assembly gathered and made their requirements known, the Raven listened to Khallador as he spoke. He nodded along with what the man was saying knowing another experienced swordsman would be a boon for the band. Then Khallador spoke of oath taking and the Raven acknowledged inwardly that such would be necessary for the band. To tie them together, and forge bonds of fellowship that no evil could tear asunder.

" Khallador, you would be most welcome to join us, the Flight of Ravens. Our band is small but gathers now. Here in Osdolen this night it is my aim to forge us into a weapon that might pierce the black heart of tyranny sweeping through the north. You speak of an oath, and when we are sat down to eat and drink, then shall I speak of oaths. There are words I know, a code, ancient and seldom spoken now. We will all of us take this oath ere the night is through. Come the morning we shall be bonded, and let no enemy break those bonds!" The Raven declared.

" Your food and drink is on me, my friends! Tonight we talk. Tomorrow we take action!"

The Raven pulled out chairs for those who had volunteered their services, and he helped bring the food to the table also, before taking more ale. His eyes shone with inner passion, and a spirit unbroken through all he had seen and done. Their was hope waiting to be kindled, for those who would allow it, the Raven's fire was a burning brand.

Arothir
13/Aug/2010, 07:26 PM
NPC Arthad

The lanky fellow had been drinking a little ale, preferring not its taste, but that it was cheap and safe to drink, well safer than water. He usually sought little company, his wife handling the household of the two remaining children, his eldest, Halorn, was off serving with other rangers. Arthad was also a ranger, though would often not be afraid to put his hand to work with an axe or plow on his father-in-law's farm, for not all men could be rangers if they wished to maintain their secrecy. But his attention was broken, not by some brawl or argument, but some man calling himself a Raven and seeking aid against the foes in the hills, remnants of Angmar and its dreaded denizens.

Arthad elected to go over and see what this man had planned for the Flight, though for now it appeared that it was going to be a bit of a meet and greet, so that they would actually know who would be working with them. He looked with his one good eye, his left covered by a patch, lost fighting hill men, towards Raven and listened, picking at the meal provided, and said, "Arthad, son of Mallor, at your service." He knew that his use to the regular rangers had diminished with the loss of his eye, but his bow and sword could still find use elsewhere, and maybe even land some treasure.

Pellaadarion
15/Aug/2010, 09:48 PM
"Your food and drink is on me, my friends! Tonight we talk. Tomorrow we take action!"</span>




</span>My sort of chief, Domhall reckoned silently, better to march on a full stomach than an empty one, and this Raven knows it. Give a desperate man a warm meal and a belly full of ale and he might just follow you into hell and back.</span>
</span>Domhall surveyed the room out of the corner of his eye, taking care not to meet any stares. They were a proud and dour lot, these Rangers of Osdolen, and he didn't want to ruffle any feathers by catching the wrong gaze.</span>
</span>Still, best to see who'll be fighting at your side isn't it?</span>
</span>The adventurers had assembled mostly at a single table, a long low structure with benches and stools along its length, surface pockmarked and covered in great knots as if hewn from long dead wood. The cider was really beginning to flow, poured from large casks marked with rough chalked X's. Domhall found his own tankard refilled almost as soon as it had reached half-empty.</span>
</span>Or half-full, depending how you look at it...</span>

Moriel
16/Aug/2010, 09:40 AM
Several others stood forward with Moriel to join the Raven, men and women of the North whose service was offered in a spirit she had not beheld in many passings of the seasons. She listened as he spoke of each country fallen to the agents of the dark tower and allowed her eyes to close briefly; to have such a land for which to burn- ‘A! Anadûnê… could you have been my Rhudaur?’ she thought, gazing at the Raven as he crossed to the bar. As he addressed her, Moriel gave him a single nod to indicate her understanding. Grief stricken though he may be, this Raven seemed to retain an edge of tactical reasoning, and clearly enough wisdom to seek assistance from those who would be of the most use to him- and the most likely to join with his cause.

“That which is forged in darkness shall not fear darkness,” the Raven said. True and stout words, but it was not the darkness which frightened most, but that which lurked within its corners. As the Raven further expounded upon his mission and the assembled group of Rangers who had volunteered to join him assembled around a long table, Moriel retrieved her tankard from the table at which she had been previously seated, and slipped into a seat near the head of the table, on the Raven’s left side. As she surveyed the company, her eyes slid to the one called Domhall, who was seated a place down and across for herself. For just a moment it seemed that she caught the glint of his eye, but then both gazes moved swiftly onward; so: she was not the only one measuring the mettle of their comrades. True- this task could not be completed in a taproom, but it could be begun.

“I have seen combat in Deadman’s Dike as well as Rhudaur in the past and am familiar with the region, though not having spent any length of time there in some years.” Moriel spoke, when the others seemed to hold back at the Raven’s request for more information about themselves. Then another joined them (Arthad), and in the general shuffle she adjusted her chair to allow a space to be made for the newcomer. With his arrival, they stood even: a company of eight, four male and four female, including the Raven himself. An unusual circumstance. Once the flurry had died, Moriel addressed herself to their leader again,

“Tell us more of the Flight of Ravens, and of this oath of which you speak.”</font>

Naith Liathant
16/Aug/2010, 07:25 PM
The Raven welcomed the new man to the table and tugged out a wooden stool for him.

" Welcome Arthad, son of Mallor! We would have you sit at our table. Drink and eat as you will, for tomorrow we take to flight." The band-chief declared.

As the men and women drank and the food began to arrive, he was addressed by Moriel. His intense blue eyes fixed on the lady in question and he smiled disarmingly.

" The oath is a simple one, and a binding one. It speaks more to what I expect of a member of the Flight." Spoke Raven. " There is a darkness in the heart of many, and yet all men are capable of greatness. It is this greatness, a generosity of spirit, that I feel certain all here possess! For all ready has that generosity of spirit been proven." He paused, and swept back his hair, raking it down with his strong hands. " It is an oath based on a simple creed. Loyalty and truth, hardiness and humility, shall be the principal qualities of character. Virtue is the foundation and commencement of all nobility of the spirit. Without the desire to better the self, and in so doing hope to provide an example, we can expect no less of our fellow man. If we give in to despair, act as craven, are treacherous, disloyal to our friends, and are without scruple, then we invite all to be that way! We will see more of what we have been seeing and despise: Callous men, weak hearted rogues and criminality. Be they sell-swords who have no morals, or brigands out for themselves and themselves alone, we cannot allow ourselves to also be this way. We must guide men where we can, and judge only men unworthy who show themselves beyond redemption. Of these orcs, and trolls, wargs and fell beasts of the lands to the east and north, there is but one response. But it pains my soul to see men fall in with such, or turn also to ill deed. Thieves and vagabonds and other miscreants are out there in the night, seizing our lands, terrifying good peaceful farming folk, and putting them to slaughter as they might livestock, but with less regard and even less purpose. I speak now of honour, I speak of chivalry and personal values. It is true that to hold all to such high ideals is not realistic, and when one falls short of such ideals it is disappointing, and often in truth a depressive thing. We will not eschew understanding, we will not pretend to be better than any man - but we will try to be the best we can be, and better than we currently are. If this is our pursuit we can hope that the qualities we search for can be the qualities other then seek in themselves." The Raven raised his tankard and drank. " This is not pious, nor self righteous. It is clear to me that aiding ones fellows and helping people, caring for people and feeling compassion for man and all races that seek to live in peace and harmony with one another can only be a good quality. We must first find the qualities in ourselves from which the spring of strength arises to aspire to these goals. I encourage all in the Flight to uphold to the ideals." He then lowered his tankard, and turned his eyes to all.

" A member of the Flight will swear to uphold to these values and speak these words: 'I swear to eschew false pride, and to not be wildered by fear or parlous undertaking. I swear to be loyal to the Flight, to maintain it's ideals and to serve as an example to my fellow man in each act, word or deed. Truth, hardiness and humility will be the virtues I adhere to, and I will trust in my compatriots who are my allies in all things. So long as I am in Flight, I shall further the will of the Raven, whomsoever bears the mantle. Should the mantle fall to another I shall renew my vow so as to remind myself as to my purpose. These things do I swear to commit myself to, until such time as I pass from the Circles of the World.' And those are the words, friends." The Raven's gaze was fiercely impassioned, but his face was impassive. It was all the eyes.

Laielinwen
17/Aug/2010, 06:11 PM
The Four Winds

~ Koreleon</span></span>After she had offered her help, Koreleon stepped
backand observed others doing the same. There was one calling himself
Dormhall. He had come to stand next to her as she offered her services and took
his turn speaking to the Raven when the silence had returned following her
pledge. Following him came two more women and then two more men.</span></span>Time was passing as the food and drink were
shared plentifully. Hungry mouths ate and thirst was quenched while the Raven
shared his thoughts and his generosity. Others also spoke up and did the same.
Koreleon had found a seat on the periphery so as to be part of the group, but
at the same time not feel surrounded by it. She found herself feeling stronger
from the nourishment, but proximity to strangers wasn’t something she could
leap right into with ease after her extended time alone and the horrific past
she had fled.</span></span>She found herself wishing that she could share
her tale, but it was too soon. The pain was too great and the destruction to
her soul too raw. Here now was an opportunity to concentrate the pent up and
repressed rage, hurt and anguish into something honorable and needed. There
actually may be a way with this group to do some good and make some significant
difference.</span></span>Her mind’s eye wandered to the smoke and flames
and mist that rose from scorched land. Cool earth released a fog of sighs as
the surface was destroyed along with those that lived upon it. She had been
fortunate to escape at all and the fight had chased her for farther than she
could remember. Screams and wails pierced the deathly night. Koreleon trembled
and came back to reality with a start. She took a long draw on her ale in an
attempt to calm her nerves. Hoping that she had not brought attention to herself
she shifted uneasily on her seat and coughed into her sleeve.</span></span>The Raven was telling about the oath and his
expectations. This oath would need to be taken very seriously and with it would
come great expectations. Without needing to consider what was requested nor
needing to contemplate the wording of the oath, Koreleon found herself standing
and with her fist across her heart she repeated the word that would declare her
intentions to uphold the values of which he spoke. </span></span>

<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">I,
Koreleon, swear to eschew false pride, and to not be wildered by fear or
parlous undertaking. I swear to be loyal to the Flight, to maintain it's ideals
and to serve as an example to my fellow man in each act, word or deed. Truth,
hardiness and humility will be the virtues I adhere to, and I will trust in my
compatriots who are my allies in all things. So long as I am in Flight, I shall
further the will of the Raven, whomsoever bears the mantle. Should the mantle
fall to another I shall renew my vow so as to remind myself as to my purpose.
These things do I swear to commit myself to, until such time as I pass from the
Circles of the World.'</span>[/i]</span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"></span>[/i]</span>Koreleon felt herself strengthen and straighten as she recited the
words. She felt purpose anew and she felt less alone than she had in a very
long while. So they would leave on the morrow… She would be ready.</span>





Edited by: Laielinwen

Hallas C. Pehwarin
20/Aug/2010, 03:18 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion breathed a sigh of relief as his chieftain Aragorn pronounced his fate in the Rangers hall, 'I accept your Oath Hyarion,' 'your continued vigilance throughout these lands does credit to your noble line.' Hyarion gave his chieftain a smile and then heard another speak up beside him,"I too am at the disposal of the Chieftain as he sees fit. Command me as you will sir!" Hyarion's head turned and his blue eyes stared into the face of Emora! " Emora!," Hyarion's mind reeled at this twist of fate, " Well say something stupid! don't just stand there with your mouth open and eyes surveying her." The young dúnedain shook his shaggy head and with his left hand pushed the dark brown curls out of his eyes. </font></font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>Hyarion then spoke to Emora, " Well this is certainly a surprise my good friend!" " It has been quite a while since I last saw you, what have you been up to Emora?" He waited patiently for her reply since their Chieftain Aragorn had accepted her oath too and it pleased him greatly, since he would like to join in one of the expeditions in defending the lands that had once been their kingdom of Arnor. </font>

Naith Liathant
23/Aug/2010, 12:44 AM
"Koreleon," Raven began," I hear you." He turned his brilliant blue eyes on her. His face spoke a depth of emotion that literally breathed before the assembly. It was as though his passions and depth of feeling were a music that permeated from his very presence and soul and he seemed unaware of it, yet spoke always with distinct purpose. It was unsettling in truth to some, magnetic to others. It could bring great abhorrence or terrific loyalty in equal measure. " Your oath is pledged and accepted, among the Flight of Ravens shall ye be, for now, for as long as it is your will to adhere to your vow - for none other can forge the tie to those words other than yourself." He paused and took in some ale. " EVERY word you spoke is your spirit." He smiled. " A spirit to be admired. Would that the world were filled with such vital and decisive people." He nodded his respect. " I will not lead you into folly, this I swear to you. I bear the mantle but it is a mantle you or any at this table might in time carry about their shoulders. Once I was another man, a man I have forgotten with my vow to take on the mantle. The Raven is who I am now, and until my death. I promise you all - that is not something I keenly embrace! Though I am no craven! I will fight with my last breath for every single one of you! We will travel into hardship and danger, I will speak no lie. But I will never imperil you without cause and certainly not without regard! You are all blood of my blood." The Raven turned his sparkling azure gaze on each man, his sharp and keen features raptor like in their intensity. " Who else among you will take this oath?" He demanded!

Moriel
24/Aug/2010, 08:35 AM
The Four Winds</font>


Moriel considered the words of the Raven carefully as he spoke of the creed and virtues of the Flight of Ravens. Given that a group of ravens were collectively known as an unkindness or, less commonly but as with their lesser cousin the crow, a murder, it seemed to her that the originator of the Flight had chosen an unlikely mascot for his group of perpetrators of good. However, though ravens were seen as envoys of death, she had found their intelligence and swift silence admirable, and indeed employed one such bird in her own service. The Raven's remark about sell-swords she found callous- there were those in the world who by one means or another had found their only support in hiring their blade, and yet retained their pride and honor. Indeed, in all his talk of virtues and the goodness of men, Moriel found him accepting of little that was grey.

Nonetheless, she would remain with the Flight. It was true: the woman well knew of many who rejected all but what they knew and what was virtuous, but were at heart good men. This Raven seemed to be one such man, and therefore certain truths would remain concealed from him. Perhaps there would come a time when she would bring them forth, but for now she listened as Koreleon swore her oath, eyes alight with passion. As the Raven responded to Koreleon's oath, Moriel ran a slow, ruminative hand through her hair, studying them both, the locks settling behind one delicately pointed ear. "I shall." she spoke in response to the Raven's demand.

Quickly from the back of her belt she withdrew a dagger from its frog. "By my blood, I, Moriel, swear to eschew false pride, and not to be wilder by fear or parlous undertaking." With a swift flick, she created a small slice in the web between forefinger and thumb in her left hand. "I swear to be loyal to the Flight, to maintain its ideals and to serve as an example to my fellow man in each act, word or deed. Truth, hardiness and humility will be the virtues I adhere to, and will trust in my compatriots who are my allies in all things." Moriel watched as the blood pooled at her cut, quivering there before breaking away and running down the slight incline of her hand to pause in the palm briefly before overrunning that as well. "So long as i am in the Flight, I shall further the will of the Raven, whomsoever bears the mantle. Should the mantle fall to another I shall renew my vows so as to remind myself as to my purpose. These things do I swear to commit myself to, until such time as I pass from the Circles of the World."

The droplet of blood had run down from her palm, curling around her wrist to reach her forearm, where she halted it with a finger as she completed the words of the oath. Moriel retraced the path the crimson liquid had taken, erasing its trail with her finger. Her hand curled into a fist, applying pressure to halt the flow, but one droplet escaped, impacting the table silently. Her cobalt stare, which had remained upon her hand, now flicked upwards to meet that of the Raven.</font>

Beren Camlost
24/Aug/2010, 03:40 PM
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Angelikus Snape
28/Aug/2010, 05:40 PM
The Four Winds</font>

Emora was quite pleased and happy to hear that the service that she had to offer was now accepted. She was even asked to have her head held high which put a grin to her pretty, but wearied face. She was glad to see Hyarion here after not seeing him for who knows how long. He took the initiative and asked what Emora was up to. She then replied, "Oh, I have been all over the place lately. I usually stay at the Bree-Lands but I also tend to go back and forth from the outskirts of the Four Farthings to Imladris. How about you my friend? I haven't seen you for a long time? What have you been doing lately?" she asked wondering where his friend had gone and why she hasn't seen him for a while.
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Hallas C. Pehwarin
30/Aug/2010, 02:45 PM
The Four Winds

</font>Hyarion</font> smiled as his beautiful friend Emora told him of her journeys to Bree, the Shire, and towards the hidden elven refuge of Imladris. She then inquired how he was and where his own journeys had taken him. The young ranger again smiled and spoke in cordial tone, " My dear and good friend Emora I am well and my journeys usually take me north toward the ruins of our once proud cities of Annú</font></font></span></span></font></font></span></span>minas and Fornost and then I usually head east as far as the Forsaken Inn to keep a watch on the comings and goings of those who chose to interact with those who still live here in the lands that were once our kingdom of Arnor." " As I returned here to Osdolen to renew my oath, I was set upon three times by wolves who thought that I would make a fine meal." The ranger's expression darken a bit as he continued to tell his tale to his good friend." I managed to fought off all of the creatures though not without some bruises and the maiming of my left hand. " The ranger then lifted his left hand to show her the scars where the wolves and managed to sink their teeth in his flesh and turned his face toward her to show the faint scar by his left eye where one of the creatures had tried to maw him with its teeth.

Hyarion then moved closer and gave his friend a gentle hug and took a quick drink of his </font>Tubeng</font></font></span></span></font></font></span></span>. It was good and refreshed him as the young</font> d</font></font></font></font></font></span></span></font></font></span></span>únedain</font> ranger walked with a slow pace taking one of the few seats that were set up near the fire and motioned for Emora to join him indicating the seat opposite from his. He continued to gaze at Emora noting that she was very beautiful and things were going to quite hard for their people if the rumors he had gathered were indeed true. He then continued," I was wondering if you would care to join on a journey that would take us to our ancient cites then to Bree, and possible head east to the Forsaken Inn to gather intelligence on the movements of our enemies who still try and stomp out the resistance that we have been putting up for over a thousand years." "So my dear Emora what do you say about my proposal?" The young ranger then took another drink of his </font></font></font></span></span></font></span></span></font>Tubeng </font></font></span></span></font></font></span></span>while surveying the dark hall and his fellow rangers with his blue eyes</font></font></span></span></font></font></span></span> waiting patiently </span></span></font></font></span></span></font>for her answer.


Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Red Daghul
14/Sep/2010, 05:06 AM
The Four Winds

Mark Made his way through the front lawn of the Four winds, Lagur Mark's horse tiredly carried itself the last few steps into the light of the hall. Dismounting Mark headed towards what seemed to be a small stable house over to the side where a boy sat "Good sir," Mark began with a small bow "could I trouble you to stable my horse" he tossed a couple of coins to the boy and let him get to work.

Turning towards the Inn Mark began the last few steps of his year long exile, in some ways this was the beginning of a new life. Mark let out a chuckle and said outloud to himself "I guess this is the start of Red Daghul's life" he shook his head as he brielfly caught a memory of the day he was given the name. Gripping the long sword at his side he caught a glimer of the dragon head at the butt of the hilt, the ruby eyes staring into his soul. Pushing the door open Mark, or Red. took a step inside the four winds.

Looking for the person in charge Red moved through the crowd of rangers. Stopping at one of the table which seemed full of Rangers Red asked "if you could, friends, would you point me to the person in charge... I wish to take the oath" Red hoped one of the rangers in the room could help them out.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
28/Sep/2010, 04:59 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion leaned back in his chair letting out a small sigh of relief escape his pale red lips. "Ah!" "This is much better after nearly losing my hand to those foul wolves that we rangers still have to contend with even now as the dark forces slowly build up the strength once more." Many thoughts swirled around in his mind as he raised his grim face allowing his blue eyes to gaze upon Emora. "She is very beautiful and a proud warrior to have at anyone's side in fight or long skirmish!" "Even though I did get called away by family to attend to a private manner, and before I could take part in ridding the foul orcs who had once again infested our lands." </font>Hyarion</font> also knew from reports that his fellow rangers had managed to repel the orcs and sent them scurrying back to northeastern lands of the evil realm of Angmar. It had remained sparsely populated after the Witch King's defeat by the forces of good long ago namely his own kin of the north and those who arrived from the south and with the help of the elves from the Grey Heavens and Imladris had they managed to send the Witch King back into the deepest darkest shadows of the world.

Few now wondered if that dreaded wraith was still alive. It gave </font>Hyarion a chill that ran up his spine and sent goosebumps</font> crawling along the skin of his arms. He pushed such dreary thoughts out of his mind and gave </font>Emora</font> a wane smile as young ranger waited patiently for her reply to his proposal. Which was for them to scout through the ruins of their once proud cities of Annuminas and Fornost, before heading to Bree and resting there and then head east to the Forsaken Inn where some of unsavory men chose to meet and converse about state of affairs occurring here in the north and tidings in the far south in Rohan or in Gondor. He raised his mug of Tubeng and drained the last of the strong ale letting it slide down his throat soothing it since he had not taken a drink in a while.</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>

Pellaadarion
30/Sep/2010, 09:50 PM
It had been a long road from Fornost, and Domhall weariness knew no bounds. By the Valar, even his very bones ached. The taproom was awash with the rumble of men's voices, the clatter of platters and cups plain to his ears. Some rangers left after awhile, others arrived in their place. The proceedings were less formal than Domhall remembered, and these dour-faced rangers spent more time eating and talking than dealing with affairs of a more important nature.
But what man would wish to talk of war during a rare moment of peace? Domhall's mind asked, Even the Dúnedain need their rest...
His eyelids fluttered and fell, closing gently and shutting out all around him. He rested now in a world of shadow, and sleep came quickly, easily to him.



Seconds passed, or perhaps hours or days, for time passed strangely for those who hovered between wake and sleep. Domhall was started by a fresh voice, asking who was in charge, to whom could they offer their oath.
Domhall shrugged broadly, a cartoonish gesture that signalled his ignorance in their matters. Unknown to him, Aragorn had departed many hours before...

Hallas C. Pehwarin
24/Oct/2010, 05:22 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion now continued to look into the fire his blue eyes glancing occasionally his good and dear friend Emora. The rousing tale and his plans to head east to the Forsaken Inn that he had told her. That they could journey together to the ancient ruins of their once proud cities of Annú</span>minas and Fornost before heading east to Bree collect some supplies and head to the Forsaken Inn. The young dúnedain wondered if she actually even wanting to accompany him due that it might be time to solidify their relationship. He pushed such thoughts out of his mind and spoke in casual tone, "Well dear Emora have you given any thought on my plans to explore our ancient capitals and cities heading east to Bree to collect supplies and then continue to make for the Forsaken Inn</span> where I can procure rooms for the two of us as we sit in the common room and gathering intelligence about the movements of our Chieftains enemies?" Hyarion now waited patiently again for her answer long had he been kept waiting though he was in no hurry to leave the safety of hidden stronghold. Maybe practicing in courtyard with his sword or bow would help relieve the tension that he was feeling this day.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
23/Nov/2010, 10:01 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion continued to sit in the comfortable chair by the fire. His blue eyes</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font> continued to glance around the council hall of his liege lord Aragorn and his faithful lieutenant Halbarad at the few rangers that milled around enjoying tankards of </font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>Tubeng</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>. The young ranger looked over at his beautiful friend Emora who was lost in thought about something though he could not tell it was and hoped that she would join him on the journey across Eriador to the Forsaken Inn. He thought," She is a beautiful woman and I do have feelings for her, but should I act on them now or later since our race is slowly dwindling into the vales of forgotten time and the annals of history." He took a deep breath sighing his pink lips still covered in dried blood from subconsciously biting his lower lip a habit, that he had picked up during his long travels. It had started when he had been ambushed by that large pack of wolves, after he had visited family in one of the many hidden and scattered settlements of their fellow d</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>únedain. Their proud and noble race still lived to this day by the efforts of their chieftains who continued to keep the long unbroken line of the House of Isildur alive to maybe one day take up the rightful High kingship of Gondor and refound their former realm of Arnor. Maybe peace would indeed come again to Middle Earth though his own hope had dwindled ever so little due to his own long wanderings

In his mind he continued to think about himself and their still valiant and noble race the d</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>únedain. "Records of our deeds have now been nearly completely forgotten by most men who still inhabit the regions that was the great northern kingdom of Arnor." " Only the elves of Lindon, Imladris, Lothlorien, and Mirkwood remember our race when we were a power to be reckoned with, and respected throughout Middle Earth." "Even now they still hold those of us who continue to survive in the wilds and hidden places in regard since we still hold back the shadow of Mordor that ever grows year after year to engulf the entire world in utter darkness."</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font> Hyarion had decided the time had come for him to now hone his skills with his stout hand-and-half sword and his bow in the Courtyard. His baritone voice echoed slightly off the stone wall, " My dear Emora I will be in the courtyard practicing with my weapons should you chose to accept my offer to travel with me across Eriador to the Forsaken Inn where we can stay for a while and observe the comings and goings of the folk who ply their trade and services to survive in Middle Earth."

Four Winds headed to the Courtyard
With that said the young d</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>únedain got up from his chair picking up his worn brown leather traveling pack and headed out to the courtyard and maybe learn some new moves from Hirvegil,</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></span></span></font></font></span></span> </font>one of the few renowned weapon masters of their race having trained many in the art of swordplay, use of the bow and occasional the long steel spear. Things between him and Emora had been rather silent of late and Hyarion could not help but wonder if she had received some tragic news or something else entirely. He performed a few breathing exercises and stretched out the muscles of his 6 foot and 1 inch well toned body while waiting patiently for Emora to come to him and her decision. Still he did need to hone his skills with his prized hand-and-half sword whose design was similar to one longsword that was carried by</font> A</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></font></span></span></span></span></span></span>nárion and used duringthe long siege of the Last
Alliance against Sauronduring the final years of the Second Age.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></font></span></span></span></span></span></span> </font>


Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
24/Nov/2010, 12:16 AM
The Four Winds

Lothar watched as two new people entered (Hyarion and Emora) a man and woman. He saw as the man spoke to the women though she didn't seem to take heed of him. Lothar watched as the man looked about the place and the people there. He could see the truth of pride in his eyes that the man was one of the few, Dunedain. Lother watched as the man called out to the woman naming her Emora and his going out the the courtyard. Lothar decied to follow the man out and see if he was in need of more souls to travel with.

Courtyard

Lothar walked out into the Courtyard and saw the man preparing his sword for parctice. Before the man could start Lothar called to him, "Greetings, I am Lothar. I am part of the Southern Winds but as the group is now inactive," he pauses a momnet, "I over heard you were to travel south. Would you mind if I joined you?" Lothar stood up streight to revile his true height and large stature. More along the lines of the Beornings than Dunedain he seemed. He awaited to see what the man had to say.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
25/Nov/2010, 04:49 PM
The Courtyard

Hyarion had just finished his breathing exercises and stretching out the muscles throughout his body especially his arms and legs. The young ranger then heard footsteps approaching from behind him and turned expecting to see his close friend Emora. Instead it was another man</span></span></font></font></span></span></font> who seemed slightly heavier in build but powerful. The mans' voice carried a cordial tone, "Greetings, I am Lothar. I am part of the Southern Winds but as the group is now inactive," "I over heard you were to travel south. Would you mind if I joined you?" Hyarion's piercing blue eyes and his keen mind filed away the name Lothar. The young dúnedain now pondered this request whether to allow Lothar to join in his expedition as he and his close friend Emora if she did join him on his journey across the lands of Eriador to their ancient cities of Annúminas and Fornost Erain before headed to Bree to pick supplies then head east to the Forsaken Inn. Hyarion did wish to know more about Emora since he did have romantic feelings and stirrings of love for one so fair and beautiful.

In his mind Hyarion, " Well having another join us on our long journey and will give us another pair of ears to listen to the tidings of folk who still plied their trade and goods across Middle Earth." The young dúnedains' fair face brightened a bit in the sunlight now cresting over the hidden stronghold of Osdolen. When Hyarion finally spoke his baritone voice was polite and curterous, " Ah Lothar formerly belonging to one of scattered bands of my countrymen, the Southern Winds." " I am Hyarion kinsmen of Hallas Corintur(C.) Pehwarin</span></span>." " A proud and faithful dúnedain family that has existed since the time of Elendil, the first High King of Arnor and Gondor."</span></span>I </span></span>would be honored if you would join us on our journey across our former realm of Arnor where we visit the ruins ofAnnúminas and Fornost Erain." "After that we will head to Bree to pick supplies as needed since we will be heading east to the Forsaken Inn." Hyarion now patiently waited a response from Lothar in regards to his accompanying a pair of dúnedain on their journey across Middle Earth.

Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
25/Nov/2010, 05:40 PM
<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lothar let out a hardy laugh and was glad to hear that Hyarion was welcoming him. "Thank you my friend for leting me join you." He continued, "That is a long road ahead and a good journey." he siad with a big smile. "Just let me know when you will be ready to leave and if you wish for me to gether supplies that can be had here or anything else you think we might need for our journey. I do carry extra furs from recent journies from the far north I can give to you or trade for something." Lothar was getting rather excited about traveling again specialy South since it had been a while when he was last there. Lothar drew himslef up to his full 7'2" height and crossed his arms and awaited Hyarion replies. Edited by: Tolkus

Hallas C. Pehwarin
27/Nov/2010, 10:31 PM
The Courtyard

Hyarion continued to smile as he listened to Lothar's words thanks for letting him join the expedition. His new friend continued to inform of things that he had picked up recently, "That is a long road ahead and a good journey." "Just let me know when you will be ready to leave and if you wish
for me to gather supplies that can be had here or anything else you
think we might need for our journey. I do carry extra furs from recent
journies from the far north I can give to you or trade for something." The young d</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>únedain now began to think about their impending journey. He still needed to wait and see if Emora was going to join them on the long journey to the Forsaken Inn. He needed to practice with his sword and bow since the journey was likely going to dangerous due to passing across mostly deserted and empty lands of their former kingdom of Arnor.

The rangers' blue eyes continued to size up his new friend and decided to see if he was interested in a little sparing practice. His baritone voice carried on the cool late autumn wind, " I still need to see if Emora is going to join us since I have developed a friendly and close rapore with her." Hyarion blushed slightly with what he had just spoken since he did have romantic feelings for her. He then continued trying his best to chance the subject, "Well Lothar would care to a friendly sparring session with me since Hirvegil</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font> seems to be off somewhere else training probably one of our newer recruits." Hyarion now waited to see if Lothar would join him in the sparring session since it would allow his to judge his skills with a sword, dagger and with other weapons.

OOC: Thanks Tolkus for joining me in the impending journey to the east. Likus my love I am patiently waiting to see if you are going to join me on this adventure.

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Tolkus
28/Nov/2010, 05:41 PM
Lothar nodded with a wink to what Hyarion said about Emora showing he understood his tones. He then gladly accepted Hyarion's offer to spar, it had been a least a month since last he used his sword and Lothar was feeling a bit rusty and could use the exercise.

Lothar removed his furs to revile his sword scabered hanging from his belt as well as a dubble bladed throwing axe tucked in the belt and a dagger strapped to his rather large thigh. He pulled the sword from the scabered and twirlled it about with one hand then the other to loosen himself up. The sword was in the fashion of an Elven blade but was of western make and was almost three feet long. The hilt was large enough for both of Lothar's hands to fit on it. After a quick warm up Lothar postioned himself ready to spar. "When ever you areready, lay on." Lothar called to Hyarion.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
29/Nov/2010, 05:16 PM
The Courtyard

Hyarion's heart and piercing blue eyes brightened a bit at the chance to test his skills in a friendly sparring session. He was glad to see that his new friend was willing to spar with him. Lothar then removed his precious furs from the rest of his simple clothing to reveal his wooden scabbard wrapped in fine leather and one hand griping the leather bound hilt of his sword which to Hyarion seemed more of an elven design than one typically made by the rest of the races that inhabited Middle Earth. The young ranger then also chose to remove his dark grey woolen cloak from his own lean and well toned body, even though he was a full foot and three inches shorter! He was wearing a short sleeved dark grey leather jerkin whose interior concealed a sleeveless hauberk of light steel chain-mail attached to jerkin by sturdy leather points, underneath was a plain long sleeved grey shirt,</span></span></span></span></span> pair of black woolen pants, over the pants rested a leather-traveling skirt of matching color as his jerkin and was laced
with a series of light steel rings attached to the fabric by sturdy leather points on both the
front and back, and a pair tall soft brown leather traveling boots.

Upon his forearms rested a two-piece set of plain leather vambraces: one being made soft grey leather for added
protection during these troubling times, and on top of the first pair
were two plain hard grey leather vambraces. Covering his hands were two black tabs to protect his fingers from the snap of the bowstring when he was hunting in the wilds of Eriador. Around his slim waist was girthed a plain brown belt and attached to it was his wooden scabbard covered in black leather stained with flecks of mud from his long travels.Two gray leather pouches containing his stash of healing herbs and bandages, small fortune of coins that his cousin Hallas managed to secret away to the north for his father Rínon </span>to use to support the wandering lifestyle of a ranger and who had been kind enough to give some of the wealth to his nephew. Inside the simple scabbard rested his prized hand-and-half sword whose design was similar to Isildur's younger brother A</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></font></span></span></span></span></span></span>nárion carried during the war of the Last Alliance. The sword was </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></font></span></span></span></span></span></span>elegant but simple enough to pass for one of the swords made by his folk now since their race was still a power to be respected yet always now slowly dwindling into the histories and mists of time. The circular pommel was made from quality steel shaped in the likeness of Minas Anor now known as Minas Tirith and its seven circles, next came the hilt covered in beige leather and was wide enough for the young dúnedain to clasp his hands around it together for a two handed blow when needed, though excellent for one handed fighting style. An elegant curved cross-guard followed though it had been twisted with warrior's flourish to separate the three and half foot steel fullered blade.

Hyarion now grasped the beige leather hilt of his hand-and-half sword with his right hand pulling it free of the worn scabbard to reveal the three-and-half foot steel fullered blade. He took up a combat stance his left foot forward and right back a few more inches. He then heard Lothar call out, "When ever you areready, lay on." Hyarion now raised his sword above him adopting high guard know as the Guard of the Hawk allowing him to strike from high yet be able to defend himself from a variety of different attacks. He now moved forward his pace quick and with both hands upon the hilt of his sword brought his blade down intending to for it to strike Lothar's left shoulder and waited to see if his friend could block the blow. If not Hyarion would immediately stop and bring himself back to a readied stance.



Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
29/Nov/2010, 05:47 PM
The Courtyard

Lothar was ready for Hyarion's strick and quickly blocked the sword. Then with his strenght Lothar pushed his blade back aginast Hyarion's to force him back. Lothar smiled and laughed he enjoyed sparring with great fighters and steadyed himself waiting for Hyarions next blow.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
30/Nov/2010, 08:14 PM
The Courtyard

Hyarion continued to breath in a steady rhythm to refill his lungs with cool air as Lothar managed to block his first move. Now his friend pressed his sword's edge against his own and the young ranger heard with his ears the ringing of steel upon steel. The sheer amount of strength that Lothar had used now forced to move back a few steps and decided on his next move. His friend Lothar smiled at him and laughed out load clearly enjoying the sparring session. Now Hyarion came in again moving swiftly upon his feet twisting his hands that gripped the hilt of his hand-and-half sword so that his next strike was aimed at his friends stomach for a diagonal hack then continued the move into an upward slash aimed at Lothar's right shoulder. Hyarion now chuckled as a small smile played across his fair face lined with concentration during this mock attack. It was thrilling to test his skills against a live opponent instead having to hone his skills with a blade and bow against dummies dressed up in foul orc armor that had been recovered by their kin to used in training sessions. Now it was Lothar's turn to counterattack to see if he could break through the young rangers' defenses and score a touch against any part of his body! He hoped that Emora would join for the expedition soon since they would need to head out by the following week before Winter had fully set in here in the northern lands of the once proud kingdom of Arnor.

Tolkus
01/Dec/2010, 02:43 AM
The Courtyard

Lotahr dashed to the side and lowered his shoulder just in time to miss the blow of Hyarion. That was a close one and Lother enjoyed the compitition. He watched as Hyarion drew back and awaited for him to attack this time. Lothar smiled and laughed as he came at the man. He drew up his sword with his right hand for a two point attack. He shifted his weight and came at Hyarion's left shoulder then quickly over to his right and as he reached the right side Lothar with a quick moton of his left hand grabed his axe and brought it even with Hyarion's gut wondering if the man was quick enough to either dodge or block both weapons.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
02/Dec/2010, 03:33 PM
The Courtyard

Hyarion now exhaled sharply as he to turn sideways to his right to avoid the strike by Lothar's ax, since it was intended for his stomach. Beads of sweat now began to appear on the young d</span></span></font></font></span></span></font>únedains' brow and across his body at various points including his underarms, chest, upper back, and his legs. The young ranger continued to eye his mock opponent with determination managing to loosen his hold upon the hilt of his sword to bring down before him at a 30 degree angle to parry where Lothar's sword intended to strike his left shoulder. Hyarion heard the clash of steel upon steel as their blades met now he used both of his hands gripped tightly upon his the hilt of his sword and using his strength re-deflected the edge of Lothar's sword toward his body and ground. He then continued bringing the rest of his sword in an upward motion so that the reminder of his blade and hilt rested against his opponents neck. He spoke in curterous yet determined tone, "Do you yield my friend for I think this mock dueling session is over." "You have performed well nearly managing to best me, your skill is exceptional and it will serve us well on our journey across the former realm of Arnor as we head for the Forsaken Inn." Hyarion's piercing blue eyes never wavered from Lothar's fair face and eyes who eyed him with continued concentration and zeal as the duel began to wind toward its end. The young ranger now waited patiently for his friends reply to his concession and their impending journey.

Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
02/Dec/2010, 05:57 PM
The Courtyard

Lothar was breathing hard with sweat on his brow as he came face to face with Hyarion after his lunge. He heard the steal strick and slide. He then felt the cold blade of Hyarion aginst his neck. "Do you yield my friend for I think this mock dueling session is over." , Hyarion said. Lothar backed up, brought his right hand to his chest in salute and bowed his head. He laughed a great laugh and said, "Well done my friend. It is in deed a raer site to see someone besting that manuver. You are a truly cunningwarrior and I will enjoyfighting by your side." Lothar laughed again, "Come, let me buy you a drink to refresh ourselves."

Lothar gathered his things and put away his weapons. He waits on his friend before going inside.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
03/Dec/2010, 06:35 PM
The Courtyard

Hyarion's piercing blue eyes watched his friend Lothar back away from him a few paces. The young ranger continued to breath in regular pattern to recover his strength from this mock duel. He was now beginning to feel the cool wind coat his well toned body allow the sweat that had accumulated across his body at various points including his underarms, chest, upper back, and his legs to stick to his ranger clothing. He listened to Lothar's voice as he let out a booming laugh congratulated him on winning to completion of the duel. "Well done my friend. It is in deed a rarer site to see someone
besting that maneuver. You are a truly cunningwarrior and I will
enjoyfighting by your side." His good friend continued to laugh and continued to speak ,"Come, let me buy you a drink to refresh ourselves." Hyarion now smiled at his friend revealing his pearly white teeth and spoke gracious and camaraderie tone, " I will indeed join you my friend for a stiff tankard of Tubeng</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font> in the taproom." Hyarion now began to wonder what had kept Emora from joining them in the courtyard to observe his dueling session with </font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>Lothar.

The young ranger then resheathed his hand-and-half sword</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font> into its worn wooden scabbard covered in dark grey leather. He then pick up his dark grey woolen cloak throwing it around his 6 foot and 1 inch well toned body. Hyarion then fastened the front of the cloak a silver circular broach whose center carried a well crafted six-pointed star. This was the only symbol that discerned he and his fellow rangers from the rest of the folk that still lived in Bree and the other empty lands across Eriador. He now also grabbed his worn leather traveling pack with his right hand and waited to follow Lothar inside so that they could head to the taproom rest themselves for a while and enjoy a good stiff tankard of homemade ale known as Tubeng. He then walked with ease and somewhat grace through the rough stone halls of Osdolen to the Four Winds, the taproom and council hall of their Chieftain Aragorn II and his kinsman Halbarad.

The Four Winds

Hyarion was now glad to be back inside and with gracious luck there were three comfortable chairs open and available to him, Emora if she was kind enough to show up again for their journey and his new found friend Lothar near the fireplace which was still going providing warmth to the rest of his kin Rangers of the North. The young ranger dropped his pack into one of the three empty seats to save for Emora, and took the wooden chair with its soft cushion to the right. That left only the center chair since the young ranger had deposited his pack into the far left hand chair He sighed glad to rest himself again from the mock duel. It had been good to enjoy that session to assess Lothar's skills which were exceptional and indeed would prove useful on their journey if the was going to be one! He now waited for Lothar to bring their drinks and talk about anything be it women, stories of their wanderings or even family.





Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
03/Dec/2010, 11:31 PM
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<DIV leftmargin="1" topmargin="1" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE">The Four Winds
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<DIV leftmargin="1" topmargin="1" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lothar went in first followed by Hyarion, "Have a rest and I'll bring the tankards." Lothar said over his shoulder. Lothar then made his way to the bar and in a tired voice called for two Tubengs. As he waited on the drinks Lothar turned and leand on the bar and looked about the room. He saw the Rangers of the North, relaxing if it can be called that, more of taking a much needed break. Lothar was proud to be of these peolple, though most would never know who they were nor care for that matter, but owed much of their peace to these noble souls.
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<DIV leftmargin="1" topmargin="1" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lothar turned back and threw some coins on the bar for the drinks and took them and looked about to where Hyarion had retired to. Lothar walked over to the empty chair where Hyarion was sitting and set the tankards on the table. He then sat and relaxed in his chair feeling tired but refreshed with sparring still rolling in his mind. "Well my friend," Lotahr began as he took his mug in hand, "Tell me, where might you have begun to then end up here?"Edited by: Tolkus

Naith Liathant
04/Dec/2010, 04:09 PM
The Falconer & Gwaeros

Hirvegil's blade deftly parried the thrust and he quickly put together a series of slashes and strikes, which his young but enthusiastic opponent was hard pushed to counter. The steps were fast, lithe, honed, crafted.

As they walked up the craggen stairwell through the overhang of rock and out of the deep dark crevass which led back to the vast cave entrance, the Falconer smiled and paused.

Gwaeros mount was below, with the young Dunedain, who would tend to the horses of all who visited Osdolen. The age old stone fortress welcomed it's own, and there in the courtyard the evergreen Hirvegil put his latest trainee through his paces.

Something of this brought comfort to the Falconer. He had not been to Osdolen in many years now. As he stood there with Gwaeros, he considered how many years it might be, stroking his short growth of beard in thought. Sixty years, he decided, as Aran spiralled down out of the air to finally swoop in and land on his arm.

He drew in the sharp air, and breathed it out, feeling good to get that in his lungs. Somehow returning to this historic site carried with it an inexplicable but nevertheless keen sense of excitement for the Falconer.

The swordplay was at an end, and the weapons-master turned to squint in their direction, though there was little of sunlight on this grey day, and it had snowed that morning, albeit briefly. Both travellers thus pleased to have arrived at the promontory of sanctuary that was Osdolen.

" Hail there!" Cried Hirvegil, his young opponent leaning over with hands clasped on his knees, taking in great gusts of air to replenish his burning lungs. His lank hair and sweaty face telling much of his exertions.

The Falconer nodded in deference to the man, who was now walking toward the curious partnership, his trainee forgotten. Hirvegil's blade was sheathed and his dark blue eyes were questioning. He stopped a few strides distant, in the courtyard of Osdolen's defences.

" Palanvante! Long have you been errant!" The jubilant age old weapons-master decreed with wide-eyed astonishment. " Or my eyes deceive me, though I feared you lost to darkness."

The Falconer bristled slightly at the mention of the name, and Aran did likewise, as if sensing his master's unrest.

" That name has not belonged to me for many years, Hirvegil. Though I have lived up to it, I suppose, given my prolonged absence from these defences." He paused and turned side on to face between Gwaeros and Hirvegil. " This is Gwaeros, who has not visited Osdolen before. We bring grave news I am afraid."

" Is there any other kind in these forsaken times?" The weapons-master muttered under his breath. Then he brightened. " But welcome, Gwaeros, you travel in dubious company, but I'll forgive you that!" He laughed and he offered his hand. The men shook in greeting.

" Tell me, Hirvegil, is the Lord Chieftain here?" The Falconer inquired after the laughter died and the greetings were done.

" He is not, my old friend!" The weapons-master intoned. " Sadly you have missed his passing by many weeks."

" Then I must carry my news to the Four Winds and deal with this matter myself, I'll wager." Said the Falconer ruefully. " With my friend, Gwaeros." He added.

Hirvegil nodded.

" And I must return to my student, he might have caught his second wind by now!" Hirvegil laughed. His laughter lines were deep. It seemed the ageing Dunedain retained his humour even in times of shadow. " But later, Palanvante, we shall talk much of your time beyond these walls."

" It is simply ' The Falconer' now, or ' Falconer' if you will." The Falconer smiled, his rheumy eyes seeing through Hirvegil.

" And well suited! A fine companion there. Until later." The Dunedain bowed courteously and departed back to where stood his student.

" Let us go on." He said to Gwaeros, or was he speaking to the bird? " There is much to discuss and little time to discuss it. The Four Winds beckons."

The two men wended their way into the small settlement between the walls, until they reached the Sign of the Four Winds. It stood like a long hall, on a plinth of stone, with steps leading up to it and around it in all directions, within the square centre of Osdolen. The two men walked up the stone steps and entered through the great strong doors.



Edited by: Naith Liathant

Hallas C. Pehwarin
05/Dec/2010, 01:39 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion watched his good friend Lothar thread his way among those who had come to the taproom to rest and recover from their own wanderings and long patrols. He smiled as he saw the tall man bear in each of his hands a tankard of stiff ale setting them on the small table before him. The young rangers' piercing blue eyes continued watch his friend take the open chair next to his by the fire stretching himself out and turned his attention toward him. After a moment he spoke,"Well my friend," "Tell me, where might you have begun to then end up here?" Lothar picked up his tankard of ale taking a drink of it while awaiting his friends' reply to his life's tale.

Hyarion now sighed picking up his own tankard of Tubeng taking a swift swing of it letting the string ale cool his dry and parched throat. His baritone voice was cool and calm as the young ranger began his tale, "Well my friend I was born in the ruins of Fornost on February 1, 2996." "That was due to my parents Altéru(Joseph) and my mother Laire(Theresa) wanting to wish my uncle Rinon(Stephen) and my auntAlmaresáre( Marie) well on the birth of my cousin Hallas Corintur(C.) Pehwarin whom he had sent south to Gondor to live in his family's ancestral summer estate that was inside Minas Tirith's sixth circle." " It was a time of great joy since the birth of my cousin was fraught with danger due being only 1 pound and 4 ounces." By the grace of the Valar he survived and he has since prospered well being a scion of noble line, due that my uncles' family helped save our race during the Battle of Fornost long ago and made certain to keep alive the line of Isildur's heir Aranarth son ofArvedui last king of Arthedain and of Arnor."


Hyarion now took another swing of his strong ale savoring the rich flavor and continued, "My apologies my friend I seem to be getting off on my tale a bit by telling about my cousin instead of me." The young ranger sighed again feeling anguish since he did need to visit his family on their journey toward the Forsaken Inn. " My mother and father journeyed around the hidden villages of our race raising me to be a warrior, an engineer, and at dire times a modest healer." " I have an older brother and a younger sister who live still in one of the villages even today." "We prospered selling finished leathers and the occasional metal work usually short swords, axes, spears for hunting." Although now my father wishes to rejoin the Grey Company to again fight for our people, but he fears that if there no-one strong enough left to guard their village, it might fall to the dark forces now stirring again in the south and east."

Hyarion took an even long draft of his Tubeng allowing to the ale to wash away the doubt that was beginning to gnaw at him since he had done well so far as a Ranger of the North. He turned his fair face which seem somewhat grim due the light cast off from the fire still going and addressed his friend, "Well Lothar what about you, what is you life's story?" Hyarion shifted his comfortable chair trying to find a good position as he waited to hear Lothar and his own story.





Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
05/Dec/2010, 04:37 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar took a swig of the ale and set his tankard on the table. He smiled and spoke, "Me..? Not much to tell. I was born some where around Farnost, or so my older brother tells me. He's the serious one, much to the point no joking about, but he does have a rye scene of humor. Our mother was from Rohan and Tolkus, my brother, gets his looks from her but his demeaner from our father. I on the other hand look like our father and have mothers demeaner." Lothar pauses and laughs to himself and takes another sip. "I haven't seem my brother in while, last I heard he was somewhere South. He was one to become a Ranger first being seven years older than I. For me it was never a choice I knew what I wanted to do from an early age and my father had to keep me from running after my brother when he left." Lothar took another sip and looked into his mug as it was getting low. "I then joined the Southern Winds and now here I am." Lothar looks over at Hyarion, "I'm getten' low how bout you?"

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05/Dec/2010, 11:35 PM
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Hallas C. Pehwarin
06/Dec/2010, 04:53 PM
The Four Winds

The young ranger listened with a thoughtful mind to Lothar's own tale about his life. It seemed that both he and his own cousin had been born in the former great cities of Annuminas and Fornost. Good fortune indeed since their lives had been filled with adventure from the start of their first breath! They both had done with in this life serving to defend the free peoples of Middle Earth against the ever encroaching darkness that was Mordor and its dark lord Sauron the Deceiver! Hyarion smiles at his friend as he talks about his own family and his older brother Tolkus who also serves as a Ranger of the North. His friend then asks him if he wishes another drink. The young d</span></span></font></font></span></span></font>únedain nods his shaggy head of curling brown hair as it cascades over his fair face concealing his piercing blue eyes that always seemed to glancing around the room looking for his beautiful friend Emora wondering where she had gone off to hoping that she was not in any danger.

With flick of his left hand that bore the scars of his long travels across Eriador Hyarion pushes it back to one side of his fair face shown in the nearby light of the fire still going. His baritone voice is firm with warmth and kindness as he speaks, " Lothar my friend indeed we need another round since my tankard is now empty and a refill with be most appreciated." Hyarion now looks around the taproom and informal council hall of his Chieftain Aragorn II, known to most outsiders as Strider in Bree. He wondered how his lord was doing in these troubling times, since their efforts had done well keeping the shadow away from Bree and the land of the Shire home to the little folk, the hobbits. Hyarion also wondered if his friend had any other questions for him as Lothar busied himself by returning to the small wooden bar to refill their tankards with another round of Tubeng, their own stiff brew of ale. He also wanted to give his hand-and-half sword a unique name since his uncle had possession of a great númenórean longsword named Fornúril, Flame of the North and his cousin Hallas had a hand-and half sword named Hyarnúril, Flame of the South and a gondorian dagger named </span></span>Rómenúril, Flame of the East. His kin carried great names for their weapons and Hyarion too wanted his own sword to be a symbol of power in its own way too fighting against the evil of the east. But what would be a fitting name since great times were sure to lay ahead for their race? That was the question the circled around in his mind in between his current thoughts about their journey since they would be setting off soon.</span></span>


Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
06/Dec/2010, 05:33 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar smiled and nodded to Hyarion and said, "I'll be right back with filled mugs." He laughed as he walked to the bar. Lothar steps up to the bar and says," I need to refill these emptyed tankards Bar Keep." and he place a couple of coins on the bar.

Without a word the Bar Keep took the tankards in one hand and turned to the back of the bar and refilled them with Tubeng and returned them to the bar. Lothar smiled at him and grabed the tankards and walked back to his table. "Here you go." he said as he put the tankard down in front of Hyarion. "I do a have a couple of more question for you. Now please, if you don't want to answer, no problem." Lothar paused for a quick sip. "So, your friend you were with earlyer, whats the story there?" Lothar smiled with twinkle in his eye and took another swig from his tankard.

Angelikus Snape
06/Dec/2010, 06:40 PM
Emora
The Four Winds

It was a deep and long slumber. She had not realized that she had fallen asleep at the four winds while she was speaking with Hyarion. She was red in the face and quite embarrassed at the thought. How was she going to face Hyarion now while she fell asleep talking to him earlier? She looked around for him around the Four Winds and found him speaking to another Ranger whom she had not met yet. She then went over and said to Hyarion: "Sorry about that. I was just too tired of the travels that I have made and the Tubeng really is quite strong." She then turned to the other man that was with Hyarion and said with a smile: "Hello! It is nice to meet you. My name is Emora and you are?" she said as she asked the barkeep for something that is a little less strong than Tubeng. After all, she did not want to fall asleep again.

Tolkus
07/Dec/2010, 01:45 AM
The Four Winds

A woman walked over to the table where Lothar and Hyarion were resting. Lothar understood his question couldn't be answered right now and he nodded to Hyarion in understanding this. Lothar then put his tankard down and stood up and greeted Emora as she introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Lothar, good to meet you." Lothar said with a smile.

He sat back down and took a draught from his mug and looked over to Emora and asked, "Hyarion has been telling me about himself, how about you? How did you end up here?" Lothar had a rye smile and waited to hear Emoras story.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
07/Dec/2010, 02:15 AM
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Hyarion</span> watched as Lothar
negotiated a path through the stone hall walking by several empty tables.
He returned with their tankards filled to the brim with Tubeng
gripped in both of hands. He handed one to the young ranger saying,"Here
you go." "I do a have a couple of more question for you. Now please,
if you don't want to answer, no problem." Hyarion
accepted the tankard with his left hand nodding his shaggy head in thanks and
brought it to his pale lips opening them and allowing the strong ale to help
quench his dry throat. His friend Lothar "So, your friend you
were with earlier, whats the story there?" Hyarion </span>was saved by hearing the soft beautiful voice of his close friend Emora, "Sorry about that. I was just too tired of the travels that I have made and the Tubeng really is quite strong." The young ranger now had a somewhat awkward problem as he turned to see her approach her fair face red from either the light of the still going fire or embarrassment at having fallen asleep.

Hyarion thought, "Probably the latter you much deserve it after journeying over the length and breath of Eriador." His beautiful friend then introduced herself to his good new friend Lothar. He now chose to wait until his friend said his piece then fill Emora on his plans to journey to the ruins of Annuminas, Fornost, then on to Bree then head east to the Forsaken Inn where they would rest then maybe due a return journey curving south toward the ruined city of Tharbad then head back to Osdolen.

Naith Liathant
07/Dec/2010, 05:11 PM
The Falconer & Gwaeros

The door opened to the Four Winds and in came two windswept figures. An older ranger and a young man, strong and hale looking, if a bit weathered. The older ranger had long grey and silver flecked hair with dark routes and a new growth of silver white beard, with black flecked in the moustache. His face was long and narrow, his blue eyes rheumy and strange. Upon his wrist was a hooded gyrfalcon, for he was the Falconer. A ranger of many years who had not frequented Osdolen in many years.

The two travellers made their way to the bar and procured Tubeng, to warm their insides, while surveying the scene. No Aragorn, Chieftain of the Dunedain, or Halbarad, to speak of, and so their news was news they might as well keep. That is how it felt to the Falconer, for he felt the weight and burden of responsibility. A responsibility he had long shook from his shoulders, and with good reason. Responsibility is like to get you killed. How many times had he issued that warning to younger men than he, so adamant on leading bands of men into danger. Irony was, that he might well be about to do so himself, unless he could persuade Gwaeros to take that on. He could then act as advisor to Gwaeros. But was Gwaeros ready and would Gwaeros want such a burden? No for Gwaeros seemed wise enough to avoid such, which was something that the Falconer actually admired in the stalwart warrior.

" Well met," Said he to Lothar and to Hyarion, but espying in them a close knit and close natured conversation he said no more.

" Friend Gwaeros, I believe our journey here may be fruitless. I had feared it may be so. If we can but find some brave and courageous souls, perhaps the Watchers can be rebuilt, and the pressing charge of the southern watch over Sarn Ford recommenced. On the face of it though, it may fall to us to travel on, and seek out the one known as Strider, to impart these tidings we have learned." He paused and held his cup to his mouth, drinking slowly. " For now though, let us drink and eat and not dwell long on solemn misgivings."

Edited by: Naith Liathant

Gwaeros
07/Dec/2010, 05:53 PM
The Falconer &amp; Gwaeros

With weary legs Gwaeros entered the Four Winds tavern, following behind The Falconer as theyentered the room. The younger of the two, Gwaeros had long, dark hair that hung tangled and knotted as his shoulders. His grey eyes took in everything as they swept the room. Following the older man over to the bar, cloak catching for a moment on a table, the ranger looked around him with disguised interest.

He nodded greeting to the men dotted around the room, but said nothing as he picked up his tankard. There was no one in the room that he fully recognised; a few faces seemed familiar, perhaps from a chance meeting on the road, but he could put no names to any of them. He noticed The Falconer looking for somebody, and the silent question in his mind was soon answered. As the other man finished, Gwaeros too lifted the cup and drank, warmth flowing through him. A sigh escaped his lips and the heaviness in his heart seemed to fall away, although a shadow still lingered just out of reach.

Feeling suddenly the weight of his gear and weapons, Gwaeros moved to an empty table against the wall and sank into the seat, kicking out the other chair in invitation.

Angelikus Snape
07/Dec/2010, 08:20 PM
The Four Winds

"As for me," Emora started. "It is really quite a long tale believe me. Suffice it to say that I was abandoned by my parents for reasons unknown and was taken cared of by Iata my foster mother and Ineroth my foster dad. When I asked them why I was abandoned, they said that they had no idea. All they knew was that my real parents said that I have the blood of the Dunedain that would make me age much slower than that of others. They then died of natural causes before I got to know a lot more about myself. Anyway, after their death, I wandered around Eriador for a time until one of the elves of Imladris was kind enough to invite me into their home. I then learned that the elf that I met was a member of the Host of Imladris. Luckily for me, the elf did not think that I was a spy lest I'd be dead. In any case, it was in Imladris where I honed my skills as an archer and a swordsman. It was also here that I met Strider for the first time." Emora stopped for a while to drink from her mug before she continued once again.

"I guess he was there to visit Lady Arwen." She continued. "Strider had that aura about him that made me want to follow and be in his service. I can't really explain it. So when it was time for him to leave, I followed him. I knew that he knew that he was being followed and I guess he did not do anything and did not act unusual so that at least the one who was following him would fall into a false sense of security which would give Strider the advantage. He continued to travel until he reached Osdolen with me in tow. I camped outside the hidden city and thought long and hard whether or not I could live this kind of life. I was confused and alone with nowhere else to go. So I decided to be bold and enter the city. I then took the oath and have been in the service of the Rangers of the North ever since." Emora then took a deep breath because for one, she was out of it and two, she was not really comfortable talking a lot at one go. She then took a sip from her cup wanting to know where the conversation would go from here.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
07/Dec/2010, 11:15 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion listened with rapt attention to Emora's soft voice as she told the long exciting yet somber story regarding her life. The young ranger turned his fair face to gaze upon her with his piercing blue eyes. He looked upon Emora with one who again felt the stirrings of love in his beating heart, since their race had been slowly dwindling since the destruction of Arnor long ago by the evil Witch King of Angmar and his minions. Now he understood that she was completely devoted to the Rangers of North and to Lord Aragorn. She had served with honor and valor defending Eriador against the hoards of invading orcs not so long ago. He felt a lump form in his chest, and the young ranger thought, "Are you even worthy for one such her even though you are both d</span></span></font></font></span></span></font>únedain." This single thought brought pain to Hyarion and he turned away from his friends to gaze into the dying embers of the still going fire. His fair face was lined with remorse and yet kindness had always dwelt in the depths of his heart. For he, Hyarion was one who had always lent his aid to whoever needed it be they of the races of Man, Dwarf, Elf or even the little folk, Hobbits.

Silence stifled the somewhat deserted hall and the young ranger decided now was the time to inform Emora of their impending journey. He turned back to face her his piercing blues gazing at her and spoke with kind tone, " Well my good and dear Emora while you were taking a much deserving rest I have decided to embark on a long journey across Eriador to the Forsaken Inn." "My plans were to visit the ruins of our once proud capitals Fornost and Annuminas to make certain that nothing of value has been taken by robbers or those that try and defile the graves of our ancestors lost in the long wars that led to the tragic destruction of our kingdom of Arnor." "Fortunately our peoples' continued periodic presence within the ruins has kept most thieves and brigands away due that most still think that it is haunted lands." Hyarion paused taking a long drink of Tubeng from his tankard setting back upon the wooden table in front of him and Lothar.</span>The young ranger hoped that it put to rest the unsaid question about him
and his good and beautiful friend whom he had traveled with for a short
while He continued, "After that we would head</span> to Bree to pick any necessary supplies since Winter is fast approaching and head east to the Forsaken Inn to remain there for a short time say a week or two observe the travelers there and to gather any intelligence on our Chieftain's enemies." "Would you be willing to join us on such a quest?" Hyarion now waited patiently for his good and dear friend's response and what Lothar had to comment on her life's' story. He hoped that his new friend would not be to judgmental about their stories since they all had lived rough hard lives.



Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
08/Dec/2010, 02:00 AM
The FourWinds

Lothar listened closly to the story of Emora, a sad tale but she was of stout heart and good mind and he felt pitty for the little one. Lothar smiled a comforting smile to her as to say he understood. He then took a drink from his tankard and looked over at Hyarion. Lothar watched Hyarions reaction to Emora. He couldn't help but laugh to himself knowing that Look.

Lothar sat up and nodded to the gentelman who quickly greeted them. He then turned toHyarion and Emora and asked, "When do we head out?"

Hallas C. Pehwarin
08/Dec/2010, 11:35 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion continued to wait patiently for his close friend and kin Emora's response to his invitation for the long scouting mission and that they would observe of the folk of Eriador at the Forsaken Inn. Lothar his good comrade and friend then turned his shaggy head to him and asked the critical question, When do we head out?" To which Hyarion's own baritone voice erupted from his pale lips as an inconvenient burp came out at the same time, "My apologies my friends for that." " We will be departing Osdolen no earlier than this coming Sunday." " I suggest to both of you pack extra bedding, food, shelter in the event we are stuck staying in the numerous forests that cover the vast areas throughout Eriador, spare bundles of sturdy dry wood, and winter clothing and especially a few extra pairs of leather boots, since I found wearing the same footwear for weeks at a time can cause problems for the bottoms or souls of ones' feet, and since the temperatures are liable to drop as we journey across Eriador." "Once we reach Bree I hopefully will be able to purchase good sturdy horses for the three of us to allow us to reach the Forsaken Inn swiftly before Winter fully sets in over Middle Earth." Hyarion paused to a moment to refill his lungs with the smoke laden air of the council hall and taproom. The young ranger then chose to empty what was left of his strong ale into his mouth wetting his tongue and throat since he was still not done speaking to his friends. He set the empty tankard in front of him on the rough wooden table.

The young ranger continued to speak in the same somewhat passionate tone regarding their upcoming journey, " For some unknown reason my friends I feel that we will learn much about our enemies movements during our stay at the Inn so if you have extra daggers or knives keep them concealed on your person and underneath your pillows of the rooms I hope to procure for the three of us." " If either you my good friend Tolkus or fair Emora do not have a a dagger currently. I will out of the sheer generosity and goodness that lays in my beating heart, purchase five extra daggers in Bree's marketplace, since most usually of good quality make." </span> Hyarion's piercing blue eyes again looked over to Emora wondering if she would join them for this somewhat perilous mission. He also made a mental note to himself, "Remember to buy Emora a gift to show your affection that you have for her, since you both have been through a lot these past few months. You can probably either buy it in Bree's Marketplace or barter some goods food a spare cloak or boots for a shiny trinket."

Some travelers did at some bad timing had to surrender a personal procession of theirs to use as a rough currency to pay off any debts to the owners of the only two known Inns the Prancing Pony and the Forsaken excepting those of the Shire that were in the wide lands of Eriador. Though it had been quite some time since Hyarion had been in the Prancing Pony and he was looking forward to seeing old Barliman Butterbur who was the somewhat forgetful master of Inn. His hospitality though was known to the all of the Rangers of the North including their Chieftain Aragorn II know to most of the folk in Bree as Strider. It was going to be a grand adventure for the three of them!






Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Angelikus Snape
09/Dec/2010, 06:35 PM
The Four Winds

Emora listened to the plans made by Hyarion and that they were to embark on a long journey towards the Forsaken Inn. She was glad that they were to set out on Sunday because at least then, she could get some good rest and some fresh supplies for the journey for the food that she had had run out due to her travels to the other places in Eriador. She also has the trouble of finding a dagger or a small knife for she does not have any as she is accustomed to using her longsword and her longbow. Nevertheless, if push comes to shove, she'll just punch any attacker during the night in the face in order to give herself sometime to grab her longsword which she'll just keep beside her at all times. "Sounds like a good idea. I've only been traveling to some parts of Bree and the Prancing Pony would really be a sight that I would want to see again!" she said to Hyarion as a response to the question.

And so, once again, Emora is off to another adventure with Hyarion and Lothar, but not without sometime for food and provisions first...

Naith Liathant
09/Dec/2010, 11:39 PM
The Four Winds

The Falconer sat with Gwaeros, at the table, eating. He chewed thoughtfully on a piece of meat, and forked up more greens. Then he took a quaff of cider. He listened.

At length he gestured, with his knife, at the table opposite where sat the three northern rangers. He spoke in a cautionary air, through a mouthful of food.

" You know, I can't help but overhear - Fornost? Annuminas? I advise against it. If it is but the three of you." He swallowed, and drank again, to clear his throat. " Rumours of Fornost are true, though a few months old. Reason to believe there is great danger there. I hear a band is on it's way to deal with that problem. Chances are it will be safe enough, but still, risky. We heard so much at the Forsaken Inn not five days ago. Terrible tales. It is why we have come here." He paused, his rheumy eyes seeming to see through all at the table opposite.

" No matter, you do as you please. I think with half mad wizard's roaming about and mercenary bands up to who knows what, you'd do well to be more cautious is all. Either way I have done my part as an honest man, in warning you. Of course, there are darker matters..."

The Falconer stopped talking to Lothar, Hyarion and Emora, returning his attention to his food, and tipping Gwaeros a subtle wink.

Tolkus
10/Dec/2010, 03:40 AM
The Four Winds

Lothar sat there sipping at his mug as the old man talked. He was interested in what more he might have to say. Lothar looked over to Hyarion and Emora with a raised eyebrow. He then asked the old man, "Sorry to enterupt you my good man but could you give some more detail of what you speek?"

Hallas C. Pehwarin
10/Dec/2010, 05:20 AM
The Four Winds



Hyarion's pace began to raise as he listened the his fellow ranger
called the Falconer speak about their upcoming trip and warning them
about the dangers of heading to either Annuminas or Fornost. He then
heard Lothar voice his own concern's "Sorry to interrupt you my good man but could you give some more detail of what you speak?" The
young ranger raised his thin brown eyebrows that receded slightly into
his shaggy brown hair. This intelligence might effect their upcoming
journey and so they might actually head to Bree and then to the Forsaken Inn. Hyarion now waited patiently for the Falconer to tell him, Lothar and his beautiful friend Emora about the band of Rangers currently heading to Fornost to deal with the situation.

Naith Liathant
11/Dec/2010, 02:38 AM
The Four Winds

The Falconer swallowed his mouthful and looked across to the three rangers opposite. He feigned surprise at the inquiry, but his face was not unfriendly by any means. He nodded and drank quickly to clear his throat.

" I hear of a host of brigands and mercenaries, call themselves the Blackwolds. May or may not be in Fornost now - but were using it as their haven. They burned Trestle-bridge to the ground, which lies south of Fornost on the road to Bree. We met some of the survivors that intervened and fought off the villains, when we were at the Forsaken Inn, five days ago." The Falconer said. " There was mention of their master being some kind of wizard or sorcerer, but rumour is often an idle and wild thing." He caught his breath. He looked as though he was carefully pondering his next words.

He lowered his voice, as if about to unveil a terrible secret. It was intentional, but the Falconer had to use subtle tricks to captivate an audience, for he was not naturally one to exude charisma. In fact the opposite, he was a loner by nature.

" I have spoken to a dear friend of mine, Thurindir. He was charged years ago with the command of the Watchers of Sarn Ford, that worthy band of rangers who patrol the southern border, and keep it safe from miscreants." He took a sip of cider. " I'm afraid that is what brings us here, Gwaeros and I. Thurindir is in bad shape, physically and mentally, and holed up at the Forsaken Inn. His entire band were ambushed and slain. He was fortunate to survive. He spoke of a host of Orcs that came up from the south and launched an assault on the border. Vast Orcs, powerful, more so than their mountain dwelling cousins. We have little else to go on, save to say that these Orcs need to be hunted down, and slain. Also that the Watch must continue. Gwaeros and I hoped to come to Osdolen and find men worthy to take up that charge. The Watchers of Sarn Ford are essential to the safety of the Shire and the peaceful lands beyond it." The Falconer concluded, eyeing the threesome for a reaction. " Of course, until such time as Thurindir is healed, such a band would need a leader. I'm reluctant, as is Gwaeros. I travel alone much, and Gwaeros is not comfortable with the command of many men. We have however agreed to travel here, on behalf of Thurindir." He hoped these words might have impact...



Edited by: Naith Liathant

Gwaeros
11/Dec/2010, 11:32 AM
Gwaeros responded to The Falconer's wink by slightly arching an eyebrow, as if to say "Indeed." He was also unsurprised when the men enquired again, wishing for better knowledge; they were no fools. Pretending to beconcentrating on the food he was eating, he watched and listened to the conversation between the rangers with interest. But when The Falconer spoke again he sat up straighter, leaning forward with one elbow on the table, to see the other rangers clearly. And, he supposed, inserting himself into the conversation.

Now, as it has been said, Gwaeros did enjoy the company of others, but he spoke little unless there was real need or, during the events at the Forsaken Inn, with great bitterness and not a little despair. But he judged that here, there was neither, so he added nothing to his companion's speech, instead taking another sip of tubeng and settling himself more comfortably in the chair to watch the reactions.

It was warm inside, and Gwaeros shrugged off his cloak, hanging it over the back of his chair.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
13/Dec/2010, 01:36 AM
The Four Winds



Hyarion continued to listen to the Falconer's speak about his intelligence that he had gathered during his journey."
I hear of a host of brigands and mercenaries, call themselves the
Blackwolds. May or may not be in Fornost now - but were using it as
their haven. They burned Trestle-bridge to the ground, which lies south
of Fornost on the road to Bree. We met some of the survivors that
intervened and fought off the villains, when we were at the Forsaken
Inn, five days ago."" There was mention of their master being some kind
of wizard or sorcerer, but rumour is often an idle and wild thing." The young ranger nodded his shaggy head and his piercing blue eyes seem light up as he took in the information be given to him, his good friend Lothar and his beautiful friend Emora. The Falconer paused for moment then continued his tale, " I have spoken to a dear friend of mine, Thurindir. He was charged
years ago with the command of the Watchers of Sarn Ford, that worthy
band of rangers who patrol the southern border, and keep it safe from
miscreants." He took a sip of cider. " I'm afraid that is what brings
us here, Gwaeros and I. Thurindir is in bad shape, physically and
mentally, and holed up at the Forsaken Inn." " His entire band were
ambushed and slain. He was fortunate to survive. He spoke of a host of
Orcs that came up from the south and launched an assault on the border.
Vast Orcs, powerful, more so than their mountain dwelling cousins. We
have little else to go on, save to say that these Orcs need to be
hunted down, and slain. Also that the Watch must continue. Gwaeros and
I hoped to come to Osdolen and find men worthy to take up that charge.
The Watchers of Sarn Ford are essential to the safety of the Shire and
the peaceful lands beyond it." " Of course, until such time as Thurindir is healed, such a band would
need a leader. I'm reluctant, as is Gwaeros. I travel alone much, and
Gwaeros is not comfortable with the command of many men. We have
however agreed to travel here, on behalf of Thurindir."

Hyarion now thought, "So the Falconer is needing someone willing to lead a band of the faithful men and women of hardy resilient race, the d</span></span></font></font></span></span></font>únedain." The young d</span></span></font></font></span></span></font>únedain now began to ponder the words of his fellow ranger. He then turned his fair face to glance at both of them wondering what
their reactions. His baritone voice was soft when he spoke, "Well my
friends I would like to hear your thoughts whether we the three of us
should keep to the original journey I purposed or alter it and head to Bree and then on to the Forsaken Inn?" Will the three of them offer their aid in defeating this band of orcs, brigands, and dunlendings...




Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
13/Dec/2010, 01:57 AM
The Four Winds

Lothar sat back and took the last sip of his drink to take in all that the old man had said. He was still in thought when Hyarion spoke. He then shook out of thought and looked over to Hyarion with a rised eyebrow. He then spoke his mind, "It is in my opinion that we should alter our orginal plans. Let us go to where we are needed." Lothar sat back and waited to hear what his friends might have to say on the subject.

Tolkus
14/Dec/2010, 08:59 PM
The Four Winds

Two grey cloaked men walked into the taproom, a familar palce for the both of them.

Strider removed his hood and looked to his friend, "Grab us a table and I'll get us some food and drink." He makes his way to the bar and calls to the Bar Keep, "I need two large tankards of Tubeng and something hot to eat. We'll take it over there." he pointed to where Halbarad had sat down.

Starider walked over to where Halbarad had sat and joined him. "Well my friend one more stop and then on again." He smiled a little even though he was tired and thought that the chiar he was in felt rather comfortable.

OOC: (Taking place a day after Strider and Halbarad left Deadmans Dike.... Having to speed up time for us sorry if this confuses anyone. )

Hallas C. Pehwarin
14/Dec/2010, 09:58 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion listened to his friend Lothar speak his piece regarding the possible change in the journey."It is in my opinion that we should alter our original plans. Let us go to where we are needed." The young ranger of 18 years nodded his shaggy head of thick brown hair in ascent. His baritone voice low enough only for those who were seated near him, Lothar, Emora, the seasoned ranger known as the Falconer, and Gwaeros. "We shall indeed help our brethren in their fight against those accursed yrches, and brigands who try to defile the places where as a great people once dwelt long ago." Hyarion then paused after a moment and looked over at Emora whether she would join them the coming fight that surely lay ahead for them and their folk! The young ranger then turned his head from sided to side focusing his piercing blue eyes that caught sight of his lord Aragorn and his kinsmen Halbarad entering the Four Winds! Well he chose to remain silent for the time being and to observe whatever had brought the two most important dúnedain back to their stronghold of Osdolen. A smile began to tug at Hyarion's pale pink lips and he could not restrain himself and let it play across his fair face. Now the Chieftain would surely notice him and his friends in the long discussion and might possible send them on an important task to gather their strength of their scattered people. So that they could once again cleanse the land of the foul yrches and evil men that now tried to hold onto the ruins of one of Arnors' once crowning cities that had had a palantir and a place of light, beauty and music. Only time would tell if their adventure would turn into thrilling great tale of adventure, battle, and that the victory would belong to the free people of Middle Earth!smileys/smiley4.gif



Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Gwaeros
14/Dec/2010, 11:09 PM
Gwaeros

The ranger straightened up as he saw Strider enter the tavern with another man who looked very similar. He had met their cheiftain once or twice, and the other man was familiar, but his name escaped Gwaeros at that moment. Still, he inclined his head to them with a smile, sweeping a hand across his chest in a slightly more formal, elvish greeting.


Halbarad

As they entered the Four Winds, the heat hit Halbarad, and he allowed himself a smile as his shivering abated. At his friend's suggestion, he moved quickly to a table and saw down, stretching his legs and unpinning his damp, muddy cloak. Looking around, he saw at least five rangers; Hyarion, Lothar, Emora, Gwaeros and The Falconer.

"Aye, one more stop," Halbarad replied quietly, raising his cup to his lips and swallowing. He glanced over at the other rangers.

"Well met, friends!"

Naith Liathant
14/Dec/2010, 11:54 PM
The Falconer stood, and walked to where stood the man known commonly as Strider, who was secretly Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Chieftain of the Dunedain. The man the Falconer wished to speak to above all others.

"Mae govannen, Aragorn, Im gelir ceni ad lín. Lasto, morë lantë im achas."* He said, and bowed, before straightening, and drawing Aran, his gyrfalcon, in to himself. " Thurindir rests within the walls of the Forsaken, and there are brigands at large across Eriador. It was not however brigands responsible for the slaughter at Sarn Ford, south of the Old Forest. The Watchers, Aragorn, are no more! This will have dire consequences for the lands west, and the shire-folk will be exposed to all kinds of new danger unless the Watchers are resurrected. Long have I journeyed alone, as you know, and seldom did I visit even with the Elves of Imladris. I prefer solitude. Yet I have come here, to Osdolen, bearing these tidings. A great host of Orcs assailed the ford, and the rangers were unable to defeat them without suffering death themselves. Somehow, by the grace of the Valar, Thurindir was able to escape with his life and though in terrible mourning and beset with a despair of the spirit, he imparted this news to me. Greatly does it pain me to be the bearer of ill tidings, however someone had to bring this to the attention of others. And so I and my friend Gwaeros set forth immediately. Clear is it to me that a mighty band must resume the Watch over Sarn Ford and ever must that vigil be maintained. What do you command, my Lord? I have come here seeking a man such as whom might lead a courageous band of rangers, and those also who might be willing to be led by such a man!" The Falconer inclined his head with respect and fell silent, his rheumy eyes and sincere, sallow face spoke of great solemnity, and told the tale of his longevity. He awaited the wisdom of his Chieftain.

* 'Well met, Aragorn, I am gladdened to see you again. Listen, darkness falls, I fear.'Edited by: Naith Liathant

Tolkus
15/Dec/2010, 02:12 AM
The Four Winds

Strider

Strider sat back in his chair in deep thought after hearing the news of the Falconer. The food arrived and sat steaming in front of Strider. Finally he spoke, slowly nad with purpose. "Those are ill tidings my friend. Yet you are correct the Watch has to be reformed." He took a drink from his mug. "Tell me Falconer have you found anyone yet? I have sent a few of our kin to the Elves of Rivendell to help out with some trouble there, after words they may come here." Strider just looked at the Falconer and ignored all around him for his mind was still in thought even as he spoke.

Naith Liathant
15/Dec/2010, 02:33 AM
The aged Dunedain beheld his Chieftain gravely, and upon him did he sense a weariness. Perhaps the toil, or the recent journey, for Aragorn had in truth only arrived in Osdolen recently. The Falconer had never felt great tiredness from wilderness travel as many men younger in years than he often complained about, but he knew of such. He guessed though that whatever it was that burdened 'Estel' was of a darker nature, and it was not the shadow of his own tidings. However it was unlikely that his words had done anything to hearten, Aragorn.

The Falconer for his part mixed little with Elrond's people, though he knew enough of his Chieftain's past in Rivendell. He also was aware of the fondness between this man and Lord Elrond's jewel of a daughter. No doubt to any man or elf that she was the truest treasure of his House! None were more fair than she. The Falconer of course could admit such to himself and to others, but his days of chasing women were long gone, and in fact were few on the ground. He found women far to vexing and complex, as though they were the very bewitchment that opposed nature, not the very nature of man to desire! He did however wonder at how long it had been since Lord Aragorn had visited that place, or laid eyes upon the fair maiden. Perhaps he was brooding as some men might when apart from the one they love above all else.

" My Lord Aragorn, I have arrived only scant hours before you, and travelled with Gwaeros from the Forsaken Inn." The Falconer then relayed to the Chieftain his news from that place, and spoke of the brigands and the Blackwolds. Then he returned to the matter in hand.

" Alas, my lord, there seem to be none here who would take on this charge, and if such a man were here he would do well to ponder the responsibility of it. It would in my opinion take a man of great honour and stoic character, to maintain a constant vigil on those borders and not go wandering as many of the youthful are wont to do. It would require a man younger than myself and more commanding, to hold strong a band unused to one another. Keep their bond of loyalty in his grip and held tightly. I would end my days of lone wandering to support and advise such a man. My days for such endeavour are surely behind me, though my Lord only has to ask. I have never been a leader of men, and would not know much about it. Gwaeros feels much the same I fear. We lack the dynamism required for command, though perhaps we might ably support a man of such dynamism. We have about us some experience and some wisdom, I would hope." He shook his head and sighed.

Finally he took a long and lingering look over his shoulder at Hyarion. His rheumy eyes bore into the man, and penetrated through him. He was oblivious for the moment to the others sat with him. It was that his attention firmly rested on the hale young Dunedain, and the blinding hood of Aran cast in that direction also.

Tolkus
15/Dec/2010, 04:51 AM
The Four Winds

Strider

Striderate his stew as only a hungery man can as the Falconer talked. "Do not worry yourself my friend, those who have earned their rest shall have it." he said to the Falconer. He looked over the Falconers shoulder to see who he was hinting at.

Strider looked over to Halbarad and said, "What say we talk to the that one." refering to Hyarion.



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Lothar

Lothar was amazed when his Chieftain had entered follwed by his second. He could tell they had ridden far and were tired. He watched their actions and watched as the old man they had gotten news from went over and talked to them. He turned to Hyarion, "Maybe we should speak with our Lord and see what is his bidding?" He then noticed that the Falconer, Strider and Halbarad were looking over at thier table.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
15/Dec/2010, 11:41 AM
The Four Winds

Hyarion's ears' perked up as he heard his Lothar speak, "Maybe we should speak with our Lord and see what is his bidding?" The young ranger turned his shaggy head to one side to continue to watch his lord Aragorn and his faithful kinsmen Halbarad talking with the Falconer. Occasional as they finished their conversation Hyarion noticed that both of the men were looking at him, Lothar, and Emora with keen grey eyes. The young ranger nodded his ascent and stood up from his comfortable chair. He stretched his tall 6 foot and 1 inch body out and brushed a hand down across his clothing: short sleeved dark grey leather jerkin whose interior concealed a sleeveless hauberk of light steel chain-mail attached to jerkin by sturdy leather points, underneath was a plain long sleeved grey shirt,</span></span></span></span></span> pair of black woolen pants, over the pants rested a leather-traveling skirt of matching color as his jerkin and was laced
with a series of light steel rings attached to the fabric by sturdy leather points on both the
front and back, and a pair tall soft brown leather traveling boots. Upon his forearms rested a two-piece set of plain leather vambraces:
one being made soft grey leather for added
protection during these troubling times, and on top of the first pair
were two plain hard grey leather vambraces.

Covering his hands were two
black tabs to protect his fingers from the snap of the bowstring when he
was hunting in the wilds of Eriador. Around his slim well toned waist rested a a plain brown belt and attached to it was his wooden scabbard covered in
black leather stained with flecks of mud from his long travels. Inside the simple scabbard rested his prized hand-and-half sword whose design was similar to Isildur's younger brother A</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></font></span></span></span></span></span></span>nárion carried during the war of the Last Alliance. The sword was </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></font></span></span></span></span></span></span>elegant
but simple enough to pass for one of the swords made by his folk now
since their race was still a power to be respected yet always now slowly
dwindling into the histories and mists of time. The circular pommel was
made from quality steel shaped in the likeness of Minas Anor now known
as Minas Tirith and its seven circles, next came the hilt covered in
beige leather and was wide enough for the young dúnedain to
clasp his hands around it together for a two handed blow when needed,
though excellent for one handed fighting style. An elegant curved
cross-guard followed though it had been twisted with warrior's flourish
to separate the three and half foot steel fullered blade. Two gray
leather pouches containing his stash of healing herbs and bandages,
small fortune of coins that his cousin Hallas managed to secret away to the north for his father Rínon </span>to use to support the wandering lifestyle of a ranger and who had been kind enough to give some of the wealth to his nephew.

Hyarion now motioned for Lothar and Emora to follow him as he walked with a proud bearing across the somewhat deserted taproom and council-hall over to the table where his Chieftain, kinsman Halbarad and the Falconer sat. His piercing blue eyes noted that the two of them had just finished eating a hearty stew. As he approached them the young ranger bowed and spoke in friendly tone speaking for a few moments in the elven high tongue of Quenya, "Mae govannen, my lord Aragorn, Halbarad, and the longtime ranger known as the Falconer."
" If you do not remember me I am HyarionLossë</font> (Benjamin White) </font>nephew of</font> </font>Rínon</span> Pehwarin </font>and</font> </font>cousin to</font> Hallas Corintur(C</font>.) Pehwarin</font>." </font> " It is well that you all have returned safely from your long travels my kin since we seem to be facing more perils every day, as we defend our ancient lands and the folk of Bree and the Shire." Hyarion paused for a moment to refill his lungs with air and continued, "I assume that the Falconer has informed you and Halbarad of the tidings of his friends and the band of Sarn Ford is no more." " I would honored if you chose me to gather a new force of rangers and to lead them in guarding against any evil folk that will surely try cause trouble as they travel up the Greenway." Hyarion now waited patiently for his friend's reaction and that of his Chieftains' and his entourage.






Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Gwaeros
15/Dec/2010, 06:26 PM
Gwaeros

A few moments after the other men approached Strider and the other man, whom he realised now was Halbarad, Gwaeros also rose and made his way over to the cheiftain, taking a position near The Falconer. He announced himself in a quite moment before Hyarion's speech.

"Mae Govannen, my lord Aragorn," he nodded and turned to the other man, "Halbarad." He fell silent, listening as Hyarion volunteered himself to the chieftain for leader of the band, and a little of the darkness fled from his eyes. They would find men enough here, he hoped, to reform the Watchers.


Halbarad

Strider's second in command set silently throughout the news, but his mind was working quickly, calculating and keen despite the look of exhaustion in his eyes. He had found little rest since he left the borders of the Shire, and worry lay heavy upon him, as it did Strider. Still, he listened carefully, taking in every word spoken.

Several men greeted him, and he finally spoke, replying to them allin turn to them all, taking note as Hyarion offerred to lead the band, and of the quieter Gwaeros who stood near The Falconer.

Naith Liathant
15/Dec/2010, 06:40 PM
The Falconer kept looking at Hyarion, and his friends, as they made their approach. He was unaware of how acutely unsettling his rheumy eyed gaze could be, but then why would it be else? He was a man who knew the wilderness, and the etiquette of Elven halls, but he marked his own appearance not. He perceived himself as he was, a lean and surprisingly hale veteran who had journeyed long and seen much. However it had been many years since the Falconer had travelled in company greater than his own, and that of his gyrfalcon, Aran.

When Hyarion spoke, the Falconer felt something pass, an almost perceptible sound, that caused him to tilt his head to one side, much as did the raptor on his arm. Somehow he had known that this man might be the man he had been searching for, and now his strong and powerful words beseeching Aragorn, and his easy confidence, confirmed that. The Falconer raised an eyebrow, and turned his face to his Chieftain, to await his verdict. He already knew what he would say, and the offer that he would make. He fervently hoped Gwaeros would feel likewise.

Tolkus
15/Dec/2010, 07:07 PM
The Four Winds

Strider

Strider sat back and listened to Hyarion speak and was pleased at what he herd. Strider looked over to Halbarad and gave him a wink and a smile. Turned to Hyarion and said, "Gladly do accept your offer." Strider stood up and said to all there, "The Watch is reformed and hence forth it shall be lead by Hyarion. The responsiblity of watching and protecting the lands about the Shire and Bree are now yours. It is to you that any who wish to join have to come to for approoval or denile and for you to recrute as you see fit. You Hyarion are the Watchman leader of the Watch until your death or I or Halbarad release you." Strider sat back down and looked over to Halbarad, "Do have anything to add my friend?" Strider then took hold of his mug waiting to hear any more talk.

Angelikus Snape
15/Dec/2010, 07:38 PM
The Four Winds
Emora

After accepting another adventure, Emora once again kept silent while observing the other Rangers that were surrounding them now at Osdolen. She liked to observe as observing usually makes one see what a person is like among other people. All of a sudden, Strider entered the room, followed closely by Halbarad. She was glad to see that their Chieftain was back and still in one piece. Hyarion went over to where they sat and listened as Halbarad, Hyarion, Strider and Falconer were discussing about the Sarn Ford and how the watchers there were in grave trouble if not dead. Emora felt sadness and pity for their comrades who were slain by those who call themselves Blackwolds and would want to avenge their deaths as soon as possible. They were already few as it is and could not afford any more losses to their ranks. If Hyarion was going to lead this watch, Emora would soon follow, but first, she really needed the rest and hoped that Hyarion would set out after a couple of days.

Gwaeros
15/Dec/2010, 07:56 PM
Halbarad

Halbarad returned Strider's wink, his face breaking into a smile.He agreed with his friend; this man would be ideal as a leader. Directing his smile at Hyarion, he stood, reachingover to clasp the other man's arm. "You'll do well, I think, very well," he mused to himself, before nodding and sitting back down. He raised his mug in the air, and after a moment, proclaimed: "To Hyarion, new leader of the Watchers."


Gwaeros

Gwaeros smiled as the chieftain chose Hyarion as leader. Something about the tone of his voice and the confidence of his words won the ranger over. Not one to trust easily, this man seemed to him to almost radiate leadership. His grin finally reaching his eyes, he caught The Falconer's eye and nodded slightly.

As Halbarad raised his glass, Gwaeros stretched out a hand for his own, and joined in the echo. "To Hyarion." He drunk, the liquid warming him again, and the words he spoke next came without thinking, from the heart. It was the decision he had made in the Forsaken, back before the journey to Osdolen.

"If you shall have me, friend, I would join the Watchers, that I may help protect the land of the Shire-folk, and all those nearby." He bowed his head.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
15/Dec/2010, 08:03 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion's piercing blue eyes continued to gaze at stern man who sat before him. Here was his chieftain and lord of the faithful Aragorn II, son of Arathorn. His lord's voice voice was calm and commanding as he spoke his pronouncement regarding the Watchers of Sarn Ford. "Gladly do accept your offer."The Watch is reformed and hence forth it shall be lead by Hyarion.
The responsibility of watching and protecting the lands about the Shire
and Bree are now yours. It is to you that any who wish to join have to
come to for approval or denile and for you to recruit as you see fit.
You Hyarion are the Watchman leader of the Watch until your death or I
or Halbarad release you." Hyarion nodded his head in ascent the curls of brown hair cascading over his fair face now beaming with pride at being selected to guard a crucial area of the former lands that had once been part of the Kingdom of Arnor. The young dúnedain's rich baritone voice echoed a bit as he chose this moment to renew his oath to his Chieftain, his second Halbarad and those nearby seated throughout the Four Winds.

" I, Hyarion Lossë</font> </font>son of Altéru (Joseph) and Laire(Theresa) cousin of Hallas Corintur(C.) Pehwarin
do now pledge my life to my fellow kin Rangers of North, to defend all of the
free peoples of Middle Earth from the evil that now raises once again in
the east and to serve the rightful claimant to the throne and silver crown of Gondor and
silver scepter of Arnor Aragorn II, son Arathorn II Chieftain of the Dúnedain." The young ranger now leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford turned his head to one side looking to his friends Lothar and Emora to see their reactions and wondered if they would join him in the Watch guarding the lands around the Shire and Bree. Now he felt in his beating heart a chance to defend the free peoples of Middle Earth with honor and was willing to defend their lands until his dying breath or the world ended. Hyarion now again turned his attention back to his liege lord Aragorn and Halbarad.

He pulled out from his left pocket of his black woolen pants a silver hexagonal ring: whose top was capped white ivory and marked with a tiny representation of the White Tree of Númenor in gold. He handed it to his lord and spoke in a quiet tone, " My lord Aragorn my uncle Rinon(Stephen) Pehwarin gave me this ring as a symbol that would denote me as one of many minor nobles of our race during the height of Arnor's power and majesty." " I would like your permission to use it as my personal mark of authority in my capacity as the new leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford." The young ranger now waited patiently for his lord's reply and looked at his kinsman Halbarad who continued to observe him as though assessing whether his Chieftain had the right choice for such an important task. Halbarad then winked one of his grey eyes at his lord and soon everyone was gathered around the table. He then spoke his voice filled with pride, "You'll do well, I think, very well," The weathered ranger then rose to his feet clutching at his tankard and offered a toast to the new leader of the Watchers' of Sarn Ford. "To Hyarion, new leader of the Watchers." Hyarion now sported a huge grin on his fair face and bowed again to those assembled around him.

The new leader was then addressed by another of the Falconer's comrades named Gwaeros who also toasted to him and offered his services in defending the vital lands that made up the crucial part of Eriador. "If you shall have me, friend, I would join the Watchers, that I may
help protect the land of the Shire-folk, and all those nearby." Hyarion nodded his shaggy head in affirmative and spoke in cordial tone, " I am honored Gwaeros to have you at my side as we now wait to who else will join us in defending the Shire folk and those of Bree." The young ranger glanced around the hall with his piercing blue eyes wondering how many would join him in this crucial task.

OOC: My apologies my friends I got ahead of myself and posted halfway instead waiting for everyone to post to see the reactions of all.</font>smileys/smiley3.gif






Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
16/Dec/2010, 04:10 AM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">Lothar had a big smile as he listened to Hyarion take the charge given' by Strider. After Hyarion rededicated his oath Lothar patted him on the back and gave a harty laugh. He rised his mug also, "To you my friend." he said to Hyarion. He drained his mug and gave another laugh. Lothar said to Hyarion. "You have my sword until teh Southern Winds call me home." He put his mug down and patted Hyarion on the back again.
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">Strider shook his head and raised his tankard as well and laughed to himself reviling a rye smile. He was pleased at the young Ranger giving his oath conferming his commitment. Strider listened to Hyarion ask about his ring. "You may do so, but may I caution you not to be too free with it. I would ask that you use it as a way to confirm corispodance and messengers." Strider finshed and sat back down to pick threw what was left of his meal. He turned to Halbarad, "Sleep well my friend we ride on the dawn to Amon Sul." Strider turned to the Falconer and asked, "Do you plan on staying here or go back to your roaming ways my friend?"

Gwaeros
16/Dec/2010, 05:50 PM
Halbarad

Halbarad let a small smile sit on his lips as he watched the rangers congratulating their friend. He was pleased when Gwaeros offered his services; he would do well in a group such as these. The Chieftain's second in command pondered the young ranger, his eyes lingering on the man's grave eyes. Eyes that had seen much, he decided, but though they were troubled, courage still burned there. Halbarad smiled, resting back in his chair. He would retiure soon, as Strider had suggested, but for now he was content to sit and soak in the warmth and companionship.


Gwaeros

The ranger flushed slightly, though he hid it well, as Hyarion accepted his offer. "I thank you, friend." He spoke quietly, though his voice carried easily through the noise of the tavern. He ran a hand across his stubble, then through his tangled hair, brushing it away from his grey eyes and pale face. A small scar on his left cheekbone stood out starkly against his pale skin in the light of the fire.

He could feel Halbarad's eyes on him, perhaps taking in his appearance; his clothes were worn and patched, and beneath his jerkin and cloak histunic was irrevocably stained with blood from an old arrow wound. Almost his whole outfit was muddied, from his leather boots to half way up his long cloak, but it was well maintained; a small patch had been sewn over a recently made rent in the fabric.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
16/Dec/2010, 06:54 PM
The Four Winds



The young ranger listened intently to what his chieftain had to say regarding the ring given to him by his uncle. "You may do so, but may I caution you not to be too free with it. I
would ask that you use it as a way to confirm correspondence and
messengers." Hyarion nodded his shaggy head in affirmative as he accepted the silver
hexagonal ring: whose top was capped white ivory and marked with
a tiny representation of the White Tree of Númenor in gold back from
his lord. He then pulled out from the right pocket of his black woolen
pants a braided black leather cord and slide the ornate ring onto it. He
then clasped the braided black leather cord around his thick neck tying the ends into a thick knot to prevent it from coming apart and losing this precious gift that he had received from his uncle Rinon. Hyarion
concealed it under his plain long sleeved grey shirt where it rested against his broad chest which in turn was covered by his</span></span></span></span></span> short sleeved dark grey leather jerkin whose interior concealed a sleeveless hauberk of light steel chain-mail attached to jerkin by sturdy leather points</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>.

Hyarion then turned his fair face to one side to glance at his friends Lothar and the fair Emora. His new friend then addressed him having joined in the toast offered by his fellow rangers,"To you my friend." "You have my sword until the Southern Winds call me home." Hyarion's baritone voice was filled with gladness, "I'm glad that you will be joining us my friend and I accept your service until the Southern Winds chose to recall you into their ranks." The young ranger then turned his attention to his beautiful close friend Emora and moved back over to her walking with grace to where she sat survey the intense gathering of her fellow rangers. He spoke in tender and soft tone," Well dear Emora will you join us in the Watchers of Sarn Ford?" "For having you at my side gladly lifts my spirit knowing that I tell you this now for I do love you that single warm feeling radiates from my beating heart every time I see you." Hyarion's piercing blue eyes widened in sudden shock, since he had not meant to speak of his inner most thoughts concerning his feelings that he had for the fair and beautiful Emora! Unconsciously the young ranger continued to think about the other simple silver ring that was hidden on him. It had a stunning blue emerald set into its hexagonal top and was hidden in a soft grey leather pouch located in the left rear backside pocket of his black woolen pants. He had managed to purchase it during his long journey across Eriador. What would be her reaction to this turn of events and what he had spoken just mere moments ago?!

OOC: To all who wish to join me in the watchers of Sarn Ford, we will not be headed out for at least three days to allow everyone to recover their strength, gather supplies and fresh clothing, also if you have horses please PM their names and brief history of your service in the Rangers of the North Thanks!</font>smileys/smiley2.gif




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Tolkus
17/Dec/2010, 02:44 AM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">Lothar peered over Hyarion shoulder with a huge grin. "That would explain a lot." he said with a bit of a chukle. Then he gave Hyarion a nudge in the ribs and steped back and said, "It's been great but I'm tired and so I'm off to my room. We will need to talk in the morning." With that Lothar bowed to his Lord Aragorn and left the taproom.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
18/Dec/2010, 05:10 AM
The Four Winds

Hyarion then hear the voice of his good friend Lothar speak, "That would explain a lot." The young ranger then turned his head allowing piercing blue eyes to behold his friend sporting a huge grin on his rugged face. He heard his friend chuckled about this unexpected turn of events. Hyarion felt him nudged in his ribs by Lothar who stepped back from him and spoke again, "It's been great but I'm tired and so I'm off to my room. We will need to talk in the morning." Hyarion nodded his shaggy head and his baritone voice echoed a bit as he spoke, "Indeed my friend rest for the next few days until Sunday." " All of us will need our full strength since we as the new Watchers of Sarn Ford will stationed there for quite some guarding the crucial junction of Eriador and patrolling the boarders of the Shire from time to time." The young dúnedain still waited patiently for an answer from his beautiful close friend Emora regarding what had spoken aloud a few moments before. Hyarion was very nervous and somewhat unsure whether or not she also would declare her intentions to him at least before he chose to retire to his own small room located within Osdolen.

Tolkus
18/Dec/2010, 05:53 AM
The Four Winds

Strider was sitting back in his chair and over heard Hyarion's unintentional comment which caused a bit of memory to come to him. He let himself reminis a moment about his own heart and where it lay and how soon he would return for a little while. A slight smile crossed his lips as the memory faded and he came back to reality. He felt tired and he turned to Halbarad and said, "I think I'll follow the gentelmans lead and reitre for the night. Morning will come too quickly I'm afraid." Strider rose from the table drained his tankard and went to his room.

Gwaeros
18/Dec/2010, 11:09 AM
Halbarad

Halbarad, having also overheard the comment, chuckled at the look on the Chieftain's face. "G'night my friend, I'll see you in the morning,"he called after Strider as he left.Halbaradmade to follownot long after, yawning behind his hand as he gathered his gear and stood, stretching his legs. Looking around at the other rangers gathered, he smiled. "Till morning," he said with another yawn, then exited through the same door Strider had, moving slowly but with long strides. He was limping ever so slightly, but from exhaustion not injury. He hadn't even noticed it himself.


Gwaeros

The ranger watched as several of the others, including Strider and Halbarad retired to their rooms for the night, but he made no move himself, tired though he was. Resting his elbows on the table and his head in his palms, he listened idly to the conversations around him, but took in few words and added nothing himself. The table felt hard beneath his arms, and his neck muscles protested at the position, yet he only stirred from it to take a gulp of Tubeng from his nearly empty tankard. The rest of the time, his darkhair fell across his face, obscuring his eyes. Despite his discomfort and determination to stay awake, his eyelids grew heavy and he soon drifted into a restless sleep, slumped forward on the otherwise empty table.

Tolkus
18/Dec/2010, 11:01 PM
The Stables

Strider

The light of predawn began to break across the land. Strider was already at the stable getting his horse ready for thier long journey to Amon Sul then RIvendell. He was tightening his statle and rubing the side of Roheryn and speaking softly to him, "Are you ready my friend? We have a way to go with little rest in between." Roheryn toss his head back and forth as to answer his maters questions. Strider let out a little laugh, "I knew you would be. We wait for Halbarad, I didn't have the heart to wake him yet, let him rest while he can." he said to Roheryn as he finished putting on his full satle bags and sucuring them.

Gwaeros
20/Dec/2010, 08:01 PM
The Stables

Halbarad

About ten minutes later, rubbing his eyes and muttering under his breath in the growing light, Halbarad trudged into the stables, saddle bags in hand. Coming to his horse's stall, he flung them on the ground, then promptly cuffed Strider gently around the head. "Thanks for waking me," he growled, then grinned at his friend. "Up early were you?" He went back to his own horse and tacked up quickly. His stallion, an unremarkable brown animal, snorted and nudged Halbarad in the side, making him cough.

Before long, he was ready to leave, and, after checking he had all his gear well secured, led his horse into the yard, soon disappearing once more into the countryside around Osdolen.

Naith Liathant
22/Dec/2010, 03:44 PM
The Falconer watched carefully and observed all, as Hyarion took his oath and was accepted into the position over the Watchers of Sarn Ford. He hoped fervently that his old friend Thurindir would in time recover enough to rejoin the resurgent band, but for now, he was content. His machinations had proved a success, the mission undertaken by himself and Gwaeros had reached the fruition of it's goal. This was all that was important. Without the Watchers, the southern borders were open for all sorts of miscreant evil to exploit, and the lands of the Shire were not ready for what lay beyond their small homes. Peaceful folk were they and not born to the sword.



Eventually, the Falconer heard Hyarion attempt to illicit the aid of Emora, a woman he clearly thought of highly - and the old ranger hoped she would be a strength rather than prove a weakness! That said he would do well not to meddle in that affair. As such, the Falconer awaited the response of Emora, noting Gwaeros and his sound decision to join the band. Men like Gwaeros were hale and strong, wise and worthy.



The Falconer casually reached out his right hand, and tapped Hyarion's arm gently. As that man turned his head and their eyes met, the Falconer's expression was impossible to read.



" Hyarion, I would offer my services to the band. The Watchers of Sarn Ford have a long way to go before they are recovered. There is an enemy in the south that needs to be dealt with also. I have lived long and walked far, but now perhaps is the time to continue those journeys in the company of my kin, rather than alone. It could be this wolf will benefit from the pack, or it could be the pack might benefit from this wolf. If you accept my service, I believe it likely to be both." Aran the gyrfalcon inclined his head, hooded eyes seemingly on Hyarion. The Falconer was patient to await the response of the Chief of the Watchers.\

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Hallas C. Pehwarin
22/Dec/2010, 04:16 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion continued to wait patiently for a reply from Emora, the young new leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford was approached by another of his kin. The young dúnedain turned his head to his left feeling someone was gently tapping on his left arm to gain his attention. His piercing blue eyes stared directly into weathered face of the Falconer. Hyarion then listened to veteran ranger speak his graveled voice issued from his light pink lips, " Hyarion, I would offer my services to the band. The Watchers of Sarn
Ford have a long way to go before they are recovered. There is an enemy
in the south that needs to be dealt with also. I have lived long and
walked far, but now perhaps is the time to continue those journeys in
the company of my kin, rather than alone. It could be this wolf will
benefit from the pack, or it could be the pack might benefit from this
wolf. If you accept my service, I believe it likely to be both." The young leader of the band nodded his shaggy head as the curls of his shoulder length brown hair began to once again obscure his vision.

Inwardly the young ranger cursed mostly to himself, "Ok before you and your band set out, make certain have your long hair trimmed a bit, since it keeps getting your handsome face most of the time!" Hyarion took a deep breath trying his best control the irritation of his long brown hair getting in his way once more. He pushed the bangs of his brown hair back to both sides of his face. His baritone voice was calm filled with gladness as he spoke, "Ah Falconer I gladly accept you into the Watchers of Sarn Ford." "May we continue to hold the line against the darkness with honor and valor and be able to continue to keep out any of the unsavory folk who would continue to pray on any unsuspecting travelers who travel across Middle Earth. " "Since most usually wish to do business either with the folk or Bree, the Elves of Lindon or Imladris, the dwarves who inhabit the remaining span of the ancient blue mountains, and even to hobbits of the Shire." The young dúnedain then turned his piercing blue eyes to gaze upon the gyrfalcon that rested upon the Falconer's shoulder. He then cracked a smile, "Your faithful pet is a magnificent creature I hope that he might be able to serve as scout for our band during certain times such when we begin our journey south?" " But that will be a few more days to allow anyone some rest and that we have gathered a few more of our kin to strengthen the Watchers?" Hyarion now waited patiently for a response from his newest addition to the Watchers of Sarn Ford.





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Hallas C. Pehwarin
28/Dec/2010, 04:32 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion was now beginning to feel tired and decided that it was time for him to rest to recover his strength. The young ranger's eyes began to droop as he tried his best to stay awake and in his beating heart that it was a losing battle. He began to rise from his comfortable chair by the fire and noticed his closest friend Emora still seated nearby and decided to leave her a letter, before retiring to his quarters here in Osdolen. He pulled out a scrap of plain parchment and a quill and began to write with his right hand flowing script of elven style known as Cirth or Daeron's runes that had been invented by </font>Daeron, a Sindar elf who was the lore-master and mistral of the hidden elven kingdom of Doriath under Elu Thingol in Beleriand.

Dear Emora,

Its seems my good and closest friend that you might have once again fallen asleep. Fear not since I too am weary and will going to my quarters here Osdolen to rest. You might not heard my declaration of my inner most thoughts and the feelings that I have for you my beautiful and sweet Emora. For I will retell them here in this letter that I leave for you. So here are my words that I spoke not to long ago, </font>"For having you at my side gladly lifts my spirit knowing that I tell
you this now for I do love you that single warm feeling radiates from
my beating heart every time I see you." You can find my personal quarters quite easily as you come out of the Four Winds take a left walk down the stone hallway until it branches off into two separate directions. The passage to the left leads to a few sets of small quarters that belong to a few rangers that live here in Osdolen. The passage to the right leads to the lavatories for both genders. My quarters are the fourth door on the left, which has a small plaque bearing my name above the frame of the door. My Uncle Rinon's are the 8th and directly across from mine also bearing a similar plaque like my own though it bears the crest or coat of arms of his long family; the White Tree of </font>Númenor and set above it are Two of the Seven Stars, and upon either side the noble emblem are Two seabirds wings outstretched in full flight.

Love and utmost affection,
</font>
Hyarion Lossë</font> </font>

The young ranger's piercing blue eyes were glazed over deep in thought, as he folded the letter in half and placed inside a plain brown envelope. On the outside of the front of the</font> envelope</font> Hyarion wrote in elven t</font>engwar script For Emora. With his personal signet; </font>a silver hexagonal ring: whose top was capped white ivory and marked
with a tiny representation of the White Tree of Númenor in gold, which had been given to him as gift from his Uncle Rinon he poured a tiny amount of wax onto the readied envelope and pressed his seal onto it; where it showed the White Tree in full flower. He then rose from his seat and walked very slowly over to where his closest friend sat and placed the </font>brown envelope into her hands folded neatly over her lap as she continued to sleep.</font> Hyarion now turned to address his fellow rangers those who remained in the Four Winds speaking in soft voice, "My kin I now retire to rest and wish you pleasant dreams until the morning." With that said the young ranger departed the hall with his pack and followed to directions that he had enclosed in the letter to Emora.

Hyarion's personal Quarters within Osdolen

The young ranger</font> finally reached his modest room</font>. It contained a simple four post bed that a simple pillow at its head and was covered in soft sheets, and a heavy dark green blanket that served as a comforter. In right- hand corner of the room; lay a simple wooden stand for the hanging of his Ranger attire and weapons. Also in the room was a tiny wooden desk located beside the door with a simple padded chair where he, Hyarion could write in his personal journal about his long wanderings and doings across Eriador and their former lands of the kingdom of Arnor. He now moved on trembling feet to the bed sitting down upon and removed his boots then his socks allowing his feet to breath for the rest of the night. He stripped off his ranger clothing save for his underwear and black woolen pants. Hyarion now let another sigh escape his pale pink lips as he pulled himself under the covers and drifted off to a blissful sleep thinking of Emora.

OOC: Unless there are any objections to my description of a simple set of quarters for my primary Ranger character since surely the hidden hideaways of the rangers would have some simple accommodations for their followers and kin. even though most continued to roam around Eriador protecting it from evil that continued to grow in the far southeast namely Mordor.</font>smileys/smiley19.gif

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Gwaeros
29/Dec/2010, 06:05 PM
The Four Winds

He woke from a bad dream during the night to find the room almost empty. After jerking his head up suddenly to look around, he relaxed and let his head fall slowly back against his chest, raising an arm to rub at the protesting muscles in his neck. When he had worked them loose again, he raised his head and slowly got to his feet, pushing the chair back quietly. His sword clattered against the table and Gwaeros cursed as the noise echoed through the dark room, but nobody moved and he continued. Sighing, he gathered his things together and padded quietly from the Four Winds out into the night air.

The Wall

The cold air on his face woke Gwaeros fully as he made his way across the courtyard onto the outer wall. Staring into the dark sky, he calculated that he had slept into the early hours of the morning, and although his sleep had been troubled, he felt refreshed as he had not done in many days. Perhaps it was the company, or the relative safety of the walls, or perhaps it was knowing that he had a purpose again that caused this sudden change of mood, but whatever it was, he welcomed it.

Singing softly under his breath, he made his way along the wall. The wind whipped his cloak around his knees and he pulled it tighter around himself. In the hours he had slept his clothing had dried, and nowhe brushed the mud from the garments with his fingers as he wandered. After a while, he found a sheltered nook in the wall and sat down, stretching. Looking into the darkness, he half expected to see dull blades flashing in front of his eyes and to hear the cries of children as they died, but no such visions plagued him, and his song took flight, carried on the wind.

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Tolkus
04/Jan/2011, 04:23 PM
Personal Quarter

Lothar woke and looked around half asleep. The fire had died and embers remained. The sun wasn't up yet but this was nothing new to Lothar he was always awake before the sun, most times at least. This morning he felt stiff and old. The bed usally was comfortable enough so was the room. The room was one he kept with his brother, they either had enough barder or money to kept a permainet room. It was large enough for the two, one bedalong the west wall the otheralong the north wall, a fireplace on the east wall and the door with two small windows on the south. There was a table in the middle of the room and two trunks under each window. A large warg fur on the floor under the table and a wardrobe on the left side of the fireplace that held thier weapons, dishes and other oddaments. A nice wash stand was between the beds.

This morning Lothar had to get some money to be able to purchase a few things he would need on his journey and time with the Watch. He had plenty of wolf skins to trade with and here in Osdolen they were prized because they were good for making warm clothes. Lothar got up and his old bones cracked and creeked. Though being a Dunedain he didn't look it, and most times didn't feel it, he was only 63 in factbut to him today that was old. He was getting tired of the cold and was looking forward to going south a somewhere warmer than here. He had spent the last two years in the far north and now he was ready for a change. Lothar gathered his skins and dressed warm and went to the Court Yard to do some trading.

The Court Yard

The sun was up now and giving what warmth it could. Lothar went over to the tannery to do some bardering. After a bit of haggeling Lothar was able to get forty gold peices for the wolf skins. It would be enough it had to be. Now he was getting hungry and time to get something from the Four Winds.

Naith Liathant
04/Jan/2011, 10:32 PM
The Falconer stood observing Hirvegil as he put another youth through his paces on the practice field. The night before he had been inside the Four Winds and had pledged his cause to that of the Watchers, and this young Dúnadan of noble stock, Hyarion. He had thought that such action might leave him feeling much the fool, but he was surprised to find it not so. To the contrary he felt positive, and that his aid might prove valuable to the fledgeling band and it's mission. That gave him purpose. A purpose that had been devoid in his life for quite some long years now. It felt almost as though those long years themselves were winding back to a time when he was a young Dúnadan himself, with a lot to prove. What he lacked in youth he hoped he could make up for in vigour and wisdom. Time would tell for that part.

He had observed Gwaeros go to the Walls earlier and had not seen his travelling companion and friend return from them. He wondered at what might be seen from their crenellated battlement. Lothar was over by the tannery haggling for wolfskins, which he would no doubt need when the snows came again. The sun was mercifully high in the sky on this nevertheless crisp morning. There would be a significant thaw. The Falconer's mind took a journey to an era where that thaw after a harsh winter caused much death and famine throughout the land. He remembered the drownings and the bursting river banks. He remembered Tharbad.

The Falconer gave an involuntary shudder and drew his cloak in close, pondering the imminent departure of the Watchers from Osdolen. Somewhere in the skies overhead, a gyrfalcon circled.Edited by: Naith Liathant

Gwaeros
04/Jan/2011, 11:35 PM
The Wall

Gwaeros woke from a light sleep, shivering despite his cloak pulled tight around him. He had not yet started to wear his warmer gear, and the stones he sat upon were icy in the early morning. Unsure of where he was for a moment, his hand jumped to his sword, but the sound of motion in the Courtyard brought him back to himself, and he remembered. Letting go of his sword hilt, he rose, stifling a yawn. Looking over towards the source of the noise he saw Lothar by the tannery, and recognised the man as another who had joined the Watchers.

Another gust of wind made the ranger shiver despite the sunlight, and he turned to walk along the wall, a song springing unbidden to his lips.


"The wind-borne snow blows bitterly across the frozen lands,
Grey skies of iron gird the old forsaken hills that stand
An empty land where all who wander walk as lonely men,
Among the wind for company, across the stones for friends.
‘Gainst frozen gales in mist and ice upon the empty moor,
Through leaden trees with branches bare that line the valley floor,
What wanderer would surely pass unless he’d gone astray
Among such heartless countryside upon his weary way?"
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<DIV>Gwaeros had not the fair voice of one of the elven-folk, but nevertheless he could carry a tune when he tried, and the sound of his voice sounded strangely comforting in the morning despite the dark, forbidding words of his song. As the last line faded away, he turned to the North, gazing out into the expanse of land before him. Empty land. "Ah, but it does not do to dwell on sorrow," he murmured, "Not today." With a last long, he turned from the walls and made his way into the courtyard.

Tolkus
05/Jan/2011, 02:50 AM
The Courtyard

Lothar was on his way to the Four Winds when he heard singing. This stopped him and he looked about to try and find where it was coming from. He saw Gwaeros coming his way and asked him, "Was that you I heard with the golden pipes?" He paused and continued, "Come join me for a bit to eat my treat." Lothar gave a big smile.

OOC: great song GwaerosEdited by: Tolkus

Gwaeros
05/Jan/2011, 05:39 PM
The Courtyard

Making his way across the courtyard lost in thought, Gwaeros was momentarily startled when Lothar spoke to him."Was that you I heard with the golden pipes?" Pausing, he turned to face the other man. It was the ranger he had seen by the tannery, and it seemed wise to get to know the other man if they were to travel together.

"With golden pipes I know not, but yes, I was singing." At the other man's invitation to dine with him, Gwaeros smiled. "I thank you, friend. I would be honoured" He fell into step beside Lothar as they made their way towards the Four Winds. "Ido not know if youremember me from last night, but I am Gwaeros," he added after a moment, running his fingers through his dark hair to untangle some of the knots. "I'm afraid I did not catch your name either."

Tolkus
05/Jan/2011, 06:12 PM
The Courtyard

Lothar smiled at Gwaeros then stopped and bowed low, whcih was comical to see his 7'6" frame bend as such. "I am Lothar, second son of Torrum." he said standing back up with a large smile and started walking again. As they entered into the Four Winds Lothar looked to Gwearos and said, "Go find us a table and I will get us something warm to eat. Then we can have a good talk, what say you?"

Gwaeros
05/Jan/2011, 07:09 PM
The Courtyard

Gwaeros concealeda grin as Lothar bowed to him, before returning the bow. "Tis nice to meet you Lothar," he said, honesty obvious in his voice. He pushed open to the door to the Four Winds and followed his new acquaintence inside. The tavern was relatively quiet, and Gwaeros had no trouble spotting an empty table. With a nod and a smile at Lothar, he made his way over to it and sat down.

As he waited, he opened his pack which he had not yet set aside due to his walk on the walls, and checked that his gear was in order. He would have to gather some supplies before they left, but he had most of what would be needed for their journey.

Tolkus
05/Jan/2011, 09:39 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar went to the bar and ordered a hot mroning meal for the the two of them, he waited a few minutes and then it was ready. Something white and mushy looking in a steaming bowl along with some bacon, ham, toats, eggs and biscuitsin molasses with hot coffee and water to drink, what more could anyone ask for. Lothar took the large tray with ease, being rather large himself the tray wasn't too big for him, and brought over to where Gwaeros was sitting.

"There's plenty more if you want seconds." Lothar said with a laugh as he sat the tray down. He too sat down in the chair and pulled a knife from his thigh in one motion. "It's hot it's good, dig in my friend." he said to Gwaeros. Lothar grabed a bit of bacon and his coffee and sat back in his chair, "Tell me something about yourself my friend. I find a bit of conversation makes one eat slower and enjoy the meal more." he said with a wink.

Gwaeros
05/Jan/2011, 11:17 PM
The Four Winds

Gwaeros had finished with his pack bu the time Lothar returned, and had settled him self comfortably into one of the chairs, laying his sword belt beside his foot for more comfort. His eyes widened slightly at the sight ofthe large tray; it was more food that he had seen in a long time. Then he laughed at Lothar's remark, and took a mug of coffee, and some ham to eat as they spoke. Leaning back and crossing his legs, he considered the request. After a moment, he asked: "Where to start? What do you want to know?"

He sighed in appreciation as he sipped his coffee, savouring the taste of it. It was good to just sit and eat, in comfort and without fear of attack. The previous night he had been too tired and downhearted to appreciate it, but it struck him now just how lucky they were to have a place such as this to retreat to in times of need. Of course, they always had Rivendell, but Osdolen was their own. He smiled.

Tolkus
06/Jan/2011, 04:29 AM
The Four Winds

Lothar sliced open a biscuit and put a couple of pieces of ham in it and said, " Nothing too heavy, not good for the digestion." he laughed. "You been on the path long? Any special skills it would be good to know about?" Lothar asked awaited Gwaeros and ate.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
06/Jan/2011, 05:45 PM
Hyarion's personal Quarters within Osdolen

The young ranger had slept peacefully the entire night thinking about the beauty, grace, her skill with either bow, or sword held her powerful hands, and love that he had for this one woman. That one woman was his fellow dúnedain Emora. Hyarion recalled her beautiful face and its features; a small forehead, two thin dark eyebrows,on either side of her face were two small ears covered by her raven locks of hair that cast about her soft broad shoulders, her</font> creamy white skin that had been tanned from her long wanderings across Eriador</font>, her piercing green eyes, shapely small nose, her light pink lips, and the graceful</font> curve of her chin</font>. He smiled as the young </font>dúnedain opened his piercing blue eyes to stare at the rough hewn stone ceiling of his personal quarters. He lay in his </font>simple four posted bed, covered by soft linen sheets and a dark green blanket that acted as a comforter. He sighed and a mellon golly expression crossed the features of his handsome face; a high forehead, thin brown eyebrows,</font> either side of his face were two medium sized ears covered by his shoulder length brown hair, two blue eyes that held most folk under their piercing gaze, a medium</span></span> sized nose, pale pink lips, and a nice curved rounded chin. His room was illuminated by two </span>squat candles that still going and were set on either end of</font> of his modest wooden dresser.

With delight and utter joy filling his beating heart the young ranger kicked off the sheets and covers of his bed. Now his humble quarters were now in slight state of disarray, but it did not matter he, Hyarion</span> Lossë loved his fellow </font></font>fellow dúnedain Emora with all of his beating heart! That single and most important organ now thumped its regular rhythmic pattern against his broad and powerful chest</font>. </font>Hyarion</font> felt the urge to sing as he started to pick out fresh new clothing, but first he needed to clean himself up from the long night's sleep. He padded across the stone floor on his bare feet. It felt cold and sent shivers up and down his spine as he made his way around his four poster bed to</font> a small wooden stand with a wash bowl and two fluffy black towels. Hyarion stripped of his bedtime clothing, and quickly padded
over to the wash bowling seeing it had been filled the night before by
one of his fellow rangers. This duty was regularly given to the newest
of the recruits so that they checked all of the quarters to see about
changing bed linens, made certain to have fresh water for their wash
bowls and two towels every few months. It was a time consuming duty but
most recruits usually got a glimpse of the weapons, armor, and lifestyle
that was a Ranger of the North. The young ranger now dipped one of
towels in the cold water and began to wash down his well toned 6-foot
and 1 inch body cleaning it of the oils and dirt. Hyarion
finished this task very quickly and dried off with the second towel.
Once totally finished he wrapped the towels together and placed them
into the empty bowl.

The young ranger then walked with slow deliberate steps to sand before his modest oak dresser that contained underwear, socks, woolen pants of varying hues, and several folded long-sleeved shirts. </font>He turned his head from side to side and turned totally around in slow circuit seeing that the mess that he had made of his four poster bed, and realized that it could accommodate another person if additional rangers wished to stay here at Osdolen. </font>In right-hand corner of the room; lay a simple
wooden stand for the hanging of his Ranger attire,</font> where also his extra leather jerkins and traveling skirts
were folded neatly in two piles, it also held his two
bows; one for hunting the other was made of oak and stood nearly full foot tall than him being 7 foot! His plain </font>wooden scabbard rested against the wooden bar. It was
wrapped in dark gray leather that crisscrossed down its entire length. The
scabbard was capped with steel locket and an elegant steel chape that
matched the pommel of his ranger hand-and-half word.</span> </span>It was quality make and the design could be passed off as several types being
made currently in Gondor.

</span>The swords' conical pommel was a simple piece of steel, and continued on to the handgrip, which wide matched the young </span>dúnedains'
callused hands and wrapped in beige leather switch with black thread to hold it securely in place throughout the hilt of this elegant sword. The crossguard came next once had been a square piece
of steel and then twisted with a warrior's flourish into a crescent
still used in Gondor's armed forces swords. It was inlaid with a gold
filigree and after that was a three and quarter foot steel blade. The
steel blade was also three inches across at its widest point and had a
flattened diamond shape that could be seen still during the long
construction of the blade, and was given also given a wide deep fuller
introduced into the finely crafted steel in order to keep the weight down
and kept
the strength at the end of the sword. The blade was sharpened on both
sides and
its fuller did in fact end a short way before reaching the tip of the
sword. The beautiful crafted
steel three foot and quarter blade was unadorned save just after
crossguard and pressed into the
middle on both sides of the beginning of the steel blade was a tiny
representation
of the White Tree of Númenor, and set beside it on either side are two
eight-pointed stars representing his</span> cousin Hallas's family Pehwarin.Also set in
front of the stand were two different kinds of tall boots both being made out of two
different types of leather</font>.</font>
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Also in
the room was a tiny wooden desk located beside the door with a simple
padded chair where he, Hyarion could write in his personal
journal about his long wanderings and doings across Eriador and their
former lands of the kingdom of Arnor.</font> Hyarion now pulled on a pair of woolen black underwear, and a matching pair of woolen socks upon his feet. Next he pulled out a dark brown woolen pants pulling up them his legs to his slim slightly muscled waist tying the drawstring in the a simple bow. Next he placed around his thick neck was braided black leather cord from which hung silver
hexagonal ring: whose top was capped white ivory and marked with
a tiny representation of the White Tree of Númenor in gold. It was going to be the symbol of his authority as leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford. It was also a gift from his uncle Rinon for his exceptional service to their people thus far. The young ranger then donned a tan long-sleeved shirt but the collar carried a pair of seabirds wings outstretched in a fine black embroidery another gift from his cousin Hallas who managed to send a few sets of clothing for his father and cousin to use and needed due to their duties as Rangers of the North.

Hyarion was extremely grateful for the gift of new clothing since his own store of it was long due to skirmishes with wolfs and the occasional foul orc! The ranger then went over to his weapons stand and pulled on a pair of tall soft suede brown leather traveling boots. He then donned a long sleeved suede dark brown leather jerkin; whose interior concealed a sleeveless hauberk of
light steel chain mail and was lined with soft silk to prevent irritation
against any exposed skin and was attached to the fabric by sturdy leather
points. Over the pants rested a</span> plain leather traveling skirt matching the hue of the jerkin: whose
interior also had two small sheets of light steel chain mail attached
to both the front and back by sturdy leather points, and like the jerkin
was lined with soft silk to prevent chafing against any exposed skin. Around his slim and muscled waist </span>Hyarion wore a plain gray belt and attached to it was his plain </font>wooden scabbard</span>
wrapped in dark gray leather that crisscrossed down its entire length. Its</span> steel locket and an elegant steel chape glinted faintly in the light from the candles. </span>It hung straight down on the left side and containing his</span> dúnedain ranger sword</span>.</span> It still did not have a name and trying to find a good one was going to be a while.On the right-hand side of the rangers' gray belt rested two black leather pouches; containing some healing herbs, bandages, water skin, a medium sized amount of coin from his Uncle Rinon, and a tiny amount of pipe-weed though he needed a new pipe. Over the entire outfit Hyarion wore a long dark gray woolen cloak whose front was pinned with a silver circular broach in its exact center was a single silver eight pointed rayed star. This was only ornamentation worn by his fellow rangers while wandering across Eriador, or defending the lands that had once been their kingdom of Arnor.

The Four Winds

Hyarion picked up his faded black leather traveling pack with his left hand that still bore the scar from wolf attack nearly one year ago today. Inside the pack was his gear including; six sets of long sleeved shirts and woolen pants, four sets ranger suede leather jerkins and traveling skirts rolled neatly and tightly together, three pairs soft suede leather traveling boots, a small green tent, flints of kindling, provisions to last a month, a cleaning kit for his broad</span> dúnedain hand-and-half sword.</span> He walked down the short stone corridor of Osdolen to meeting hall and taproom of his kin. Opening the faded wooden door the young ranger stepped inside closing it behind him. Hyarion nodded to his comrades Lothar and Gwaeros. His baritone voice was pleasant as he spoke, "Good morning</span> Lothar and Gwaeros did you both sleep well last night?, I certainly did!" The young dúnedain beamed when he said this and could feel the warmth of a fire going in the stone hearth at the far end of the room. His piercing blue eyes gazed toward the barkeep who looked slightly tired but ready to serve the needs of his fellow rangers. Hyarion spoke again to call out his order of breakfast, "My good barkeep I need an order of home-style potatoes,bacon, biscuits with jam, and a mug of fresh coffee with some milk and sugar please!" The young ranger chose a table next to his comrades and placed in one of the four chairs his faded black leather traveling pack. He cocked his head to one side allowing and ear to hear their responses to his earlier question.

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Gwaeros
06/Jan/2011, 05:49 PM
The Four Winds

Gwaeros considered this for a while, eating as he thought. Finally, he looked up. "I've been wandering long enough," he said vaguely, and sorrow flashed in his eyes before he squashed it with a smile that was perhaps not as true as it could have been. "Since I was a boy," he added, taking another gulp of coffee as he regathered his thoughts.

"I sing, though I guess you already know that. People say I'm good at staying hidden, and I'm a swordsman more than archer." He shrugged. "What about you?"

Tolkus
06/Jan/2011, 11:58 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar waved to Hyarion as he came in then stuffed a biscuit into his mouth. He listened with intrestat what Gwaeros said and took it in. As Hyarion sat down Lothar said to him, "Slept great and eating better." He laughed and drank some of the water. He turned to Gwaeros and thought a bit about the question. "Let's see, I'm decent with a bow and fairly handy with a sword. Excellent at tracking if I do say so my self." he said with a smug grin. Lothar cut open another biscuit and put in a bit of egg, bacon and a slice of ham dipped in molasses. "I can hunt and skin. In fact I still have a few wolf skins left if you'd like one. They make for good bardering. I got about ten gold per skin here." Lothar sat back in his chair and sipped at his coffee and ate his food.

Leanan Sídhe
07/Jan/2011, 02:05 AM
Callandil
Innkeeper of the Four Winds

</font>It was another early morning for him, but he was used to it. Whenever there were Rangers in Osdolen, and this happened more often than not, he was often faced with having to work long nights and get up early again the next morning. It became harder the older he became, but he was used it, and therefore could handle it. Besides, in the early days when he went out foraging with the lot that was now sitting in his bar eating breakfast, a ranger himself, there had often not been time for long luxurious naps either. Now, with his leg lamed in one of their fights against those dratted orcs, he was no longer quick enough on his feet to join them. He could walk, but it was with an odd gait, and running was fairly out the question.

He had still wanted to be part of the Rangers, had wanted to help them, and therefore he had taken up the job as innkeep, then still under the old innkeep. That man had died peacefully in his sleep, a fate not many rangers shared with him. Perhaps he, Callandil, would follow him there. That was nearly two decades ago, and a lot of the new blood didn't know an innkeep other than him.

He had a wife, but she was rather handy with a needle and leatherworking tools and was more often busy with fixing the rangers' clothes and leather armours than with helping him in the bar. Truth be told, it wasn't exactly like the place was swarming with costumers. Hardly any, would be more to the truth most days. He also had a son, but that boy was old enough to run about now, and had joined of the bands to range out. He worried for him, but accepted the dangers. He had faced them once himself.

He had just brewed the first pot of coffee for the day and was about to pour himself a cup when his first costumers of the day walked in, two rangers by name of Lothar and Gwaeros. They ordered breakfast and he nodded. Before he'd made coffee he'd fried some eggs and bacon, and now tipped these into two bowls, putting two cups of coffee next to them on the tray.
"There you are." He said jauntily to the tall man as he picked up the tray.

He'd just taken a swig of his own coffee when the lad Hyarion came in, leader of that new band, the Watchers of the Sarn Ford. Well, new... Revived was a better word for it. It came with the job. It was tough, but it was life.

Swiping his auburn hair from his forehead, he nodded to show he'd understood, then rolled his light brown eyes and called back to Hyarion.
"Potatoes for breakfast? Lad, you know I don't serve potatoes for breakfast! You can have porridge or bread, that's proper breakfast food!"
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Hallas C. Pehwarin
07/Jan/2011, 05:27 AM
The Four Winds

Hyarion turned his head to listen to his good ranger friend Lothar answer his question."Slept great and eating better." The young ranger nodded in appreciation as the Four Winds barkeep Callandil addressed him,</font> "Potatoes for breakfast? Lad, you know I don't
serve potatoes for breakfast! You can have porridge or bread, that's
proper breakfast food!"</font>Hyarion now leaned back and let out a slow easy chuckle escape his pale pink lips and spoke in a slightly amused tone, "Well clearly I am not fully awake I am eh, Tolkus or Callandil?" "So I will have half a loaf of warm bread whatever is available with butter or jam, a bowl of hot pipping porridge, and that mug with hot coffee maybe it will help bring myself back into reality befitting the new leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford.". He looked out across the empty stone hall hoping to catch sight of his fellow friend, and close dúnedain Emora. Only time would tell if she would join him and the Watchers for the duties of guarding the southern approach to the Shire and the Village of Bree.</span> Hyarion now waited a few moments looking at both of his fellow rangers wondering what their reaction would be to his recent words.

OOC: Likus my love and close friend I hope RL will lessen for you as the weekend approaches, and you will be able to accompany us on our adventure in the Watchers of Sarn Ford. </font>smileys/smiley11.gif

Gwaeros
07/Jan/2011, 10:12 AM
The Four Winds

As he listened, Gwaeros finished his coffee and moved on to the biscuits, eating rather quicker now than he had before. So, he thought with a slight smile, he and Lothar would make a good team. He found the other man's company enjoyable, and decided that he could easily get used to this. He chuckled as he realised that muscles in his face ached from smiling more than he had done in a long time, and the thought made him smile wider. Ah, but it felt good to be in high spirits. He had not felt so carefree since his trip to Rivendell before making to the Forsaken Inn where he had met The Falconer.

He nodded to Hyarion as the leader entered, before turning back to Lothar. "Thank you for your kind offer my friend," he said after a while, unsure whether or not it would be polite to decline. Give him horses and he could tell you what they were thinking. Give him people and he hadn't a clue!

Beren Camlost
08/Jan/2011, 08:58 PM
</font>What about sausage, Callandil ? asked Khallador with a smile as he took a seat at a table near Hyarion and Gwaeros; he admired the brave and stouthearted men. If you would I'd enjoy a bowl of porridge - may I have slices of plum and sweet berries in it ? Bread would be sufficient, slathered with butter of course. A tankard of your fearsomely-strong Tubeng would be pleasant. He was a tall and well-muscled ; his eyes were keen and gray. Khallador's face was angular and fair though weather-beaten ; his hair was collar-length, dark-brown. </font>
</font> He wore a green cloak and gloves ; on one hip a longsword was sheathed and on his other hanged an axe. The Watchers of Sarn Ford ? asked Khallador of Hyarion. I have been recently out of Osdolen on mission and so I must have heard no tidings about the formation of a new band. Can you tell me the purpose of the Watchers ? I'm interested ; another assignment would be splendid, I hate resting idle when there are people who need protection.</font>
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Hallas C. Pehwarin
08/Jan/2011, 10:21 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion's piercing blue eyes watched as another of his fellow rangers(Khallador) entered the tap and meet of hall of his Chieftain Aragorn and his lieutenant Halbarad. The young leader of the Watchers of the Sarn Ford noted that his fellow dúnedain was dressed in concealing garments done in hues of green, black, brown and gray covered by a Green woolen cloak. Around his slim waist was a plain black belt and on rested polished head of an ax and on the other side rested inside a plain wooden scabbard covered in black leather was typical ranger longsword. </span>The young ranger filed away in his mind, additional details about his his kinsfolk; who was tall and well muscled, had keen gray eyes, face was angular and fair though had a weathered look, hair was dark-brown and kept at collar length.</span>Hyarion's</span>
medium sized ears covered by his shoulder length brown hair were peaked
with interest as he ordered his meal; being porridge, sausage, bread
with butter, and fruits. He felt </span>Khallador's gray eyes turned in his direction as fellow ranger inquired about the new band, "</font></font></span>The Watchers of Sarn Ford ? </font></font></span>I
have been recently out of Osdolen on mission and so I must have heard
no tidings about the formation of a new band. Can you tell me the
purpose of the Watchers ? I'm interested ; another assignment would be
splendid, I hate resting idle when there are people who need protection."

</font></font></span>It took Hyarion a few moments as the young ranger's heart pounded against his chest and he was glad that word might have spread to the rest of their people! The young dúnedain's baritone voice was calm as he spoke, " Ah my fellow kinsfolk the purpose of the Watchers of Sarn Ford, is to guard the river crossing there, and provide protection to the folk of the Shire and the Village of Bree." " I'm sorry my kinsfolk allow me to introduce myself </span>I, Hyarion Lossë</font> </font>, cousin of Hallas Corintur(C.) Pehwarin and nephew of Rinon Pehwarin; who is lord of a noble minor Númenórean family who has managed during the destruction of ancient kingdom of Arnor, to keep alive the hope of our people; being the Chieftains of our race who are the rightful heirs to empty crown and throne in Gondor." The young ranger now filled his lungs with slightly smoke laden air of the tap and hall waiting patiently for his kinsfolk to introduce himself so that he could formally accept his service into the Watchers of Sarn Ford.</span></span>

Tolkus
11/Jan/2011, 05:41 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lothar didn't pay much attention to the man now talking to Hyarion and kept to his meal. Yet he wouldn't be a good Ranger if he didn't at least keep an ear out of what is said. Lothar then gave a slight nod to Gwaeros as to indicate give a listen. Once he heard that Hyarion accepted this new one to the Watch, Lothar looked over to him and gave him a welcome nod because his mouthh was full of food.Edited by: Tolkus

Gwaeros
12/Jan/2011, 06:13 PM
The Four Winds

Gwaeros hid a smile as Lothar nodded to him. Having in the past spent a lot of time in the taproom of The Prancing Pony, he was already listening to the conversation, filing away the knowledge for later. He took a sideways glance at the other man, noting his keen eyes and weatherbeaten face before he turned back to his food, chewing thoughtfully and he turned his mind to the assignment ahead. It was a long time since he had last been past Sarn Ford, and longer still since he had seen the Shire. It would be welcome, though perhaps more worrying was the increase of the watch along the borders of such a peaceful land. The cheiftain, he thought, must know much that ordinary men like him did not.

Leanan Sídhe
13/Jan/2011, 09:55 PM
Callandil
Innkeeper of the Four Winds

</font>When Hyarion ordered something more sensible for breakfast, Callandil grunted his consent and began putting it together, first putting a plate with a piece of bread and a dollop of jam on a tray, then pouring hot oatmeal porridge into a bowl, adding a spoon of honey before he placed it next to the plate. Finally he poured a cup of coffee and put the whole tray on the counter.
"Order's up lad, come and get it!" Milk and sugar stood on the tables for those that preferred their coffee sweetened. Then he turned to the new costumer.

"Sausage? Aye, sausage is proper breakfast food. You want some?" When Khallador continued to order a rather sausage-less breakfast, he rolled his eyes and put a tray together for him, too, adding a few plums and a small sharp knife - he could very well slice it up himself, this wasn't a bloody palace - and also adding a tankard of Tubeng. Tubeng, at this hour. He shook his head; rangers were and always would be an odd sort. He remembered doing it himself, once, to get going in the morning when coffee simply wasn't enough.

Putting that tray on the counter too, he called over to the Khallador that his breakfast was ready, then picked up his own coffee. Taking a sip, he swore and made a face. It had gone tepid already, and he seriously disliked coffee that was anything but hot. Ah well. Downing it, he poured himself a new cup, half listening to the conversation and waiting for the next costumer to come in.</font>
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Hallas C. Pehwarin
14/Jan/2011, 05:02 AM
The Four Winds

Hyarion was still patiently awaiting an answer from his kinsman(Khallador) when he heard the Four Winds' barkeep Callandil </font>speak up his voice echoing across the mostly empty taproom and council hall, "Order's up lad, come and get it!" The young ranger stood up from his seat and made his way over to the bar. His piercing blue eyes caught sight of his meal;</font></font> a bowl of porridge, a hunk of warm bread with a dollop of jelly sitting inside a small ceramic cup, and a iron mug of pure black coffee all nestled on a wide wooden tray. Hyarion let a slow warm smile play across the fair features of his weathered face; a high forehead, thin brown eyebrows,</font>
either side of his face were two medium sized ears covered by his
shoulder length brown hair, two blue eyes that held most folk under
their piercing gaze, a medium</span></span> sized nose, pale pink lips, and a nice curved rounded chin.

He then dropped his right hand to the two black leather pouches attached to his gray belt fetching out of the first one that held his small immense fortune. He laid on the rough hewn counter top four gold coins and three silver ones as a grateful tip for the fastest service that he had known so far in Eriador safe for maybe only two other establishments located in Eriador and only to his fellow rangers! He refastened the flap of the pouch and picked up his tray of food and drink with both hands heading back to the table walking slowly so as not to cause a mess or fuss. He set the tray down and his sense of smell nearly overwhelmed him being; the warm scent of fresh bread, hot oatmeal with a subtle hint of some fruit flavor, and the strong aroma of his hot black coffee! He sat down his chair and began to eat slowly savoring the rich tastes. With his free left hand Hyarion dropped in three spoon fulls of sugar and a quarter cup of milk to enhance the flavor of his coffee. The young ranger now paused as he ate to look over at his fellow rangers Lothar and Gwaeros, wondering if they were going to pester him about when their band was going to depart and take up their assigned duties at the fords.

OOC: To both Tolkus and Gwaeros I am still having to wait on a reply from Naith since apparently he was going to be the GM for our band's new story. I will inquiry politely to Aig, Merl and Menolly to see if they have received a written plan on our forthcoming band even though we are still getting organized.smileys/smiley4.gif
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Tolkus
14/Jan/2011, 02:32 PM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">Lothar sat back finishing off a biscuit and looked over to Hyarion and asked,"You got a horse?" Then realizing that the man would have no idea what he was talking about Lothar continued, "I'm taking count who has horses now and who needs to get one, like me. I know Gwaeros has one, do you? You too Khallador do have one? And you Falconer do you ride or walk?" He awaited the answers and was ready to take stock of them and to talk of plans.
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Gwaeros
15/Jan/2011, 02:31 PM
The Four Winds

Gwaeros looked up as Hyarion sat down with his tray and began to eat. Brushing a hand across his mouth, he leaned back and crossed his feet under the table, stretching with a satisfied grunt as his shoulder popped. The meal had been a good one, and he felt full for the first time in a long time. With a sigh, he pushed his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing a cruel looking scar that ran from the inside of his right wrist all the way up to the outside of his elbow in a jagged, discoloured line. It was an old one, from many years ago, and it did not bother him, but rather looked horrific. Awaiting the answer to Lothar's question to Hyarion, he thoughtfully ran one finger along the scar. It has been a painful lesson, butone thathad taught him never to let his guard down after a fight, and it was a lesson worth learning. He had learnt it well, and it had saved his life more than once.

With another sigh, he shook his head, then tucked his hair behind his ears to keep it out of his eyes.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
15/Jan/2011, 09:51 PM
The Four Winds

The young leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford looked around the taproom and primary meeting place of his Chieftain Aragorn as he ate his meal. His medium ears perked up when he was asked a question by his friend and fellow patriot Lothar,"You got a horse?" "I'm taking count who has horses now and who needs to get one, like
me. I know Gwaeros has one, do you? You too Khallador do have one? And
you Falconer do you ride or walk?" The young ranger then took a sip of his coffee to clear his throat of the remnants of his meal and spoke, " I actually do have one my friend." "He is 5 year old gray Percheron with white patches, his name is Tirno(Gregory)." Hyarion now gazed at his fellow rangers with his piercing blue eyes wondering how this would be perceived as either arrogance or just incredibly lucky to have such wealthy relatives. The young ranger now pushed the locks of his brown hair out of his way wondering if his beautiful kin Emora would return and might be kind enough to give his long hair a trim.

Angelikus Snape
17/Jan/2011, 06:00 PM
The Four Winds

It would seem that the tiredness from her eyes did not go away as Emora had once again fallen asleep. As she woke up, she saw the bustling and hustling of the Four Winds as the Rangers that were near the area took up something to eat. It would also seem that the it was breakfast as the sun was now radiating its light from the outside of the four winds. Her hair was unkempt and there must still be something in her eyes. She looked around and people were already talking. As she looked at her own table, there she found a note. It was from Hyarion. As she read the letter, in beautiful tengwar script, she can't help but blush at the thought. She was a bit shy in these kinds of things and would rather not speak. Besides, she did not know what to say in these kinds of instances. She looked around and saw Hyarion speaking with the other Rangers about being a member of the Watchers of Sarn Ford.

Emora fixed up her hair into a tidy ponytail and then went over to Hyarion as he was talking to Lothar and Gwaeros from the night before. She then hugged her loved one to show how much she loved him and whispered in his ear, "Good morning my love! I was wondering if I could join you guys and be a watcher of Sarn Ford? I feel refreshed and much better than I was yesterday." She said. She then left for a while and went over to Callandil and said, "Excuse me, I think I'll have some bread, ham and eggs for breakfast please, if you will." and waited to be served her order.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
17/Jan/2011, 06:20 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion was finally finished with his breakfast and let a content sigh escape his lips. His piercing blue eyes roamed around the taproom and meeting hall of his fellow rangers. His heart and pulse began to race for there walking gracefully across the room was Emora! She came straight up to him and gave him a warm affectionate hug and whispered into his left ear, "Good morning my love! I was wondering if I could join you guys and be
a watcher of Sarn Ford? I feel refreshed and much better than I was
yesterday." The newly elected leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford replied in a low tender affectionate tone, " My lovely Emora I would be honored to have you at my side, and accept you fully into Watchers of Sarn Ford!" "My personal quarters are yours my beautiful minx should you wish to freshen up after breakfast." "There should be some extra spare clothing of mine from my adolescence that should fit you just perfectly, along with some leather jerkins and skirts, also some spare pairs of socks, underwear, and three sets of leather riding boots, two dark grey woolen cloaks whose interior side is lined with some black velvet to keep you warm during any inclimate weather, and a spare red leather traveling pack." Hyarion could not himself from grinning like a lovestruck puppy revealing his pearly white teeth as he watched his girlfriend head to the bar to order some much needed food to fill herself for the day ahead though He was still waiting see if anyone would join since their tour of duty would be long and filled with slight risk of danger.


OCC: Likus my graceful love glad to see up and about on the plaza again! If you would please add your NPC character to the Ranger Call I would appreciative it since we are still trying to get a list of all active rangers here in the north.</font>smileys/smiley10.gif

Angelikus Snape
18/Jan/2011, 08:23 AM
The Four Winds

"Oh no worries, my quarters are not far from here. I guess I was just too tired yesterday to do anything else, including going home." she said to Hyarion who seem worried about her. This made Emora reassured as well as happy knowing that there is someone there for her who was always understanding and kind and gentle. "I'll freshen up after I eat. I'm quite starving and I think I need to eat first before going home to my quarters. I might stop by the market to pick up some provisions for the journey after freshening up. I would not want to be caught without provisions as I do not know how long we'll be and don't know if there will be fresh meat for us to hunt along the road." she continued to tell Hyarion while waiting for the food to arrive.

Gwaeros
18/Jan/2011, 05:48 PM
The Four Winds

From his spot next to Lothar, Gwaeros watched as another ranger, whom he guessed to be Emora, came over to order food and speak to Hyarion. From his position, he caught few words of their quiet speech, but it was obvious for all that they were in love. He could see it in the way they looked at each other, in the tone they spoke with, their comfort with each other, and he smiled to himself. Gwaeros had never been in love, but he'd seen acquaintences of his fall to the charms of a pretty maiden many times, and he knew the signs. Yetsuch feelingshad never claimed him. He shook his head slightly. There was always time.

Turning to give them some privacy, he looked back to Lothar, and an idea struck him. "Would you like to spar with me later, friend?" he asked. It would be a good way to get to know the man better, and he always looked forwards to potentially improving his fighting style.

Tolkus
18/Jan/2011, 06:04 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar looked up from his plate and watched as Emora made her way over to Hyarion and understood the looks they gave each other. He had to smile. Lothar then looked to Gwaeros as he spoke. Finishing up some bacon Lothar nodded in approval, then said, "Sounds good, let me finish up here and I'll meet you in the courtyard." He gave a wink.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
18/Jan/2011, 08:39 PM
The Four Winds



Hyarion then continued to watch his girlfriend Emora with his
piercing blue eyes taking in her fair and graceful form. Her soft voice
was kind and sweet when she addressed him again,"Oh no worries, my quarters are not far from here. I guess I was just
too tired yesterday to do anything else, including going home." That made his heart leap with joy knowing that she also lived here in Osdolen. So the expression of happiness stayed etched on his face a for a little bit before Hyarion noticed that his friend Lothar, and fellow ranger Gwaeros were looking at the two of them. Emora continued to chat with her while waiting for her "I'll freshen up after I eat. I'm quite starving and I think I need
to eat first before going home to my quarters. I might stop by the
market to pick up some provisions for the journey after freshening up. I
would not want to be caught without provisions as I do not know how
long we'll be and don't know if there will be fresh meat for us to hunt
along the road."



The young leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford shook his shaggy head in understanding. His voice was calm and understanding as he spoke, "After
you have freshened up would you please stop by my personal quarters for
I have something special I wish to give to you." There a twinkle in both of Hyarion's
piercing blue eyes as he said this since the gift he would be giving
her was something very special. It was by sheer coincidence that the
young dúnedain</span> had found by chance this trinket near southwest section of ruins of Fornost Erain nearly three years ago. </span>
He had nearly broken his left leg having fallen into one of the many ancient
storerooms that had been used by their people to store food, drinks, and
when the occasion warrantied it; some weapons and armor along with a
selection of fine jeweled cloak broaches and steel clasps. The room
though was completely bare covered in dust, cobwebs and so as he had
turned to leave and his piercing blue eyes caught hold of something gleamed in the far left hand corner. The weary
ranger then said a prayer to Valar and Eru for having survive the fall
with only cuts and bruises and picked up the trinket pocketing it into
his left pocket of his dark brown woolen pants not having a chance to
examine it due to the pitch black conditions. So he said a prayer to his
his ancestors and those kin long gone in remembrance in case the
trinket carried something evil or worse a curse.



His Uncle Rinon Pehwarin had examined and determined that
his trinket of good fortune had been in fact one, his own family's
treasuries lost after the sack of Fornost by the Witch-King of Angmar. Hyarion has
then asked his uncle if he might keep it, and his caring uncle had
acceded to the tender request. He remember his words and advice, "Maybe one day my nephew you might give it to a fair lady of our race with whom you love as an engagement gift." "So keep it with you or store it in your personal quarters at Osdolen." So the young ranger done so that is until fate had caused his heart, mind, and body to fall in love with his fellow kin and fair lady Emora.

OOC: Likus my love feel free however you wish to response to my most recent post, and if I'm not online during that day PM me I will get right on it.</font>smileys/smiley10.gif


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Angelikus Snape
19/Jan/2011, 04:25 PM
The Four Winds

Emora continued to listen while waiting for her food to arrive as Hyarion spoke about stopping by at his place after she was done freshening up. "Ok, I guess I'll stop by after I'm done with buying all the stuff I need from the market." She replied. Her tummy was now grumbling and wondered when her food would arrive. Because of her tummy grumbling, it made her blush as she was embarrassed as to what her tummy was doing. However, she was seated in a comfortable spot, or at least as comfortable as it could get, as she continued to wait for her food in the hopes that it would arrive soon.

Gwaeros
19/Jan/2011, 06:32 PM
The Four Winds

Pushing back his chair and standing, Gwaeros nodded. "Thank you for your companionship. I'll be there," he said, before picking up his gear and leaving to get ready to spar. Once outside, he lay down his kit on a rock, and folded his cloak beside it. He hand paused by his sleeves for a moment, but he decided to leave them rolled up to his elbows as he didn't have his vambraces on. The air was cold against the bare skin of his forearms, and goosebumps covered the flesh around his scar, but it felt good.

The Courtyard

Swinging his arms, he began to warm up for the fight.

Tolkus
19/Jan/2011, 08:58 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar nodded to Gwaeros indicating that he would join him shortly. After he finished his meal he looked over to the Falconer and said, "I wish to speak to you later, please." then he got up and took his tray back to the bar. Lothar then made his way outside.

The Courtyard

When Lothar arrived Gwaeros was already warming up. Lothar took off his furs and revilled his marron tunic and faded brown paints with a black leather belt around his waist. From it hung a large sword and a short throwing ax. Lothar drew his sword and started swinging it about to warm up a bit before practicing. Lothar called over to Gwaeros, "When ever you're ready."

Gwaeros
19/Jan/2011, 10:11 PM
The Courtyard

Gwaeros was just finishing his warm up when Lothar appeared, and he continued to go through the motions as he allowed the other man to prepare, taking off his furs. It felt strange to be wearing so little gear; it had been a long time since he had been safe enough to lay aside his heavier outer clothes, even in sleep. Now dressed in just a shirt, dark green tunic ,and breeches, he felt strangely free. He swung his sword a couple of times, adjusted his grip slightly, and swung again, sword scything through the air with an impressive whistle. He nodded.

His boots sounded lightly as he moved into position oposite Lothar and bowed. "I am ready," he said, focusing himself as he assumed his stance.

OOC: (We should probably decide who will win, so as to make it easier to post the fight?)

Tolkus
20/Jan/2011, 03:39 AM
The Courtyard

Lothar smiled at his opponet and rised his sword. He sized up Gwaeros and posed himslef to fight. He stoped for a second and asked, "Do you want to attack first or do you want me to?"

OOC: ( Good thinking, wanna flip for it? LOL So how do we do that? )

Hallas C. Pehwarin
20/Jan/2011, 05:53 AM
The Four Winds

Hyarion listened with joyous heart as beautiful love Emora spoke, "Ok, I guess I'll stop by after I'm done with buying all the stuff I need from the market." The young rangers medium sized ears could not help hear his love's tummy rumble while waiting for her meal. His piercing blue eyes caught sight of Emora blushing as her cheeks turning rosy red. Hyarion spoke again his voice tender and kind, "I am certain Callandil is fixing up your meal as we speak my beautiful minx." The young ranger was still feeling the joy that resided in his beating heart that rested beneath his ranger attire. It consisted of a tan long-sleeved shirt but the collar carried a pair of seabirds wings outstretched in a fine black embroidery, a pair of dark brown woolen pants, and a pair of tall soft suede brown leather traveling boots.Over this was a long sleeved suede dark brown leather jerkin; whose interior concealed a sleeveless hauberk of
light steel chain mail and was lined with soft silk to prevent irritation
against any exposed skin and was attached to the fabric by sturdy leather
points. Over the pants rested a</span> plain leather traveling skirt matching the hue of the jerkin: whose
interior also had two small sheets of light steel chain mail attached
to both the front and back by sturdy leather points, and like the jerkin
was lined with soft silk to prevent chafing against any exposed skin.

Around his slim and muscled waist </span> </span>Hyarion wore a plain gray belt and attached to it was his plain </font>wooden scabbard</span>
wrapped in dark gray leather that crisscrossed down its entire length. Its</span> steel locket and an elegant steel chape glinted faintly in the light from the candles. </span>It hung straight down on the left side and containing his</span> dúnedain ranger sword</span>. </span>On the right-hand side of the rangers' gray belt rested two black
leather pouches; containing some healing herbs, bandages, water skin, a
medium sized amount of coin from his Uncle Rinon, and a tiny amount of pipe-weed though he needed a new pipe. Over the entire outfit Hyarion
wore a long dark gray woolen cloak whose front was pinned with a silver
circular broach in its exact center was a single silver eight pointed
rayed star. This was only ornamentation worn by his fellow rangers while
wandering across Eriador, or defending the lands that had once been
their kingdom of Arnor. The young leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford now waited patiently for his love's reply before heading to his personal quarters to find the special gift to give to his love.

Gwaeros
20/Jan/2011, 06:25 PM
The Courtyard

Gwaeros took a few steps to the side, then feinted inwards towards Lothar, in answer to the question. He moved back again, circling another few steps, forcing Lothar to move with him. Watching the other man's face, he tuned out to distractions, though he made sure to keep aware of his surroundings as well, and of the coming and goings around him. It wouldn't do to get caught against a wall, or miss an opponent appearing behind him while he was concentrating on something else.


OOC: Hallas &amp; Tolkus (How about we get Hallas to toss a coin for us, so it's fair? Hallas, would you mind?)

Tolkus
20/Jan/2011, 06:36 PM
The Courtyard

Lothar stapped back at Gwaeros' move then let out a harty laugh. He then lunged at his oppenet with his sword coming in stright forward at Gwaeros.

OCC: ( Sounds good to me, I'll take heads )

Hallas C. Pehwarin
20/Jan/2011, 07:13 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion continued to enjoy his mug of steaming coffee. It kept him from making a fool of himself in front of his love Emora. He then began to think about the first time that had encountered each other being in the ruins of Fornost Erain. He had cooked a meal of seasoned preserved deer meat with a few precious green and red peppers along with a jug of red wine. The meal had been good and he remembered her compliments and was glad to spent the evening with him enjoying his company.Their sleep though had been interrupted by a despicable ambush by goblins. They managed to succeed in defeating their foes and making it to Bree to recover from the hurts that they had received from a petty thief.


OOC: All right my comrades and friends Gwaeros and Tolkus here is the coin toss! The coin arched high over the heads of the three rangers flipping end over end five times before landing in the palm of his right hand. Hyarion then placed on top of his left hand moved away his right to see the image of either tails or heads since Tolkus had called heads. The face though was tails the surprised look on Hyarion's face would have made him blush red except for the stiff cold wind of the morning. No hard feelings okay?</font>smileys/smiley4.gif

Gwaeros
20/Jan/2011, 07:56 PM
The Courtyard

Not letting Lothar's laugh put him off, Gwaerosreadied himself for the next move. It came straight at him. Moving quickly, Gwaeros parried the blow with the flat of his sword, stepped lightly back, then counter-attacked quickly, coming forwards with a well placed cut aiming to disarm his friend, though not too seriously, becuase they were only just getting into the duel.

OOC: (Thank you!)

Tolkus
20/Jan/2011, 08:37 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lothar pretty much guessed where Gwaeros was going to strike at and was able to block it. When he did Lothar flipped his sword to push off Gwaeros' sword. With the palm of his hand hit Gwaeros in the chest. Lite but not too lite letting him know the first point belong to Lothar. Lothar then laughed and made a one handed swing from above Gwaeros' head as he was bringing down his sword on the man. His oppnet was quick and smaller but Lothar was quick too.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">OCC: ( Thanks my friend )Edited by: Tolkus

Gwaeros
20/Jan/2011, 09:55 PM
The Courtyard

Gwaeros acknowledged the point with a smile and slipped out from beneath the downwards swing at the last possible moment, stopping it dead with his sword then using a quick succession of cuts and thrusts to push Lothar backwards, parrying quickly. Slipping past the other man's defences, he got a point in, pausing his sword just in front of the man and tapping him gently before carrying on.

"First to three?" he asked, on his guard. Lothar was a good swordsman, and keeping him on his toes, but Gwaeros was slightly quicker. The grip of his boots in the yard was gold, and he felt the contrast from the last battle he had been in, with The Falconer, where the mud had been ankle deep and impossible to move in.

Tolkus
20/Jan/2011, 10:53 PM
The Courtyard

Laothar laughed as Gwaeros caught him, "Yes, to three." Lothar backed up and smiled big and lunged at Gwaeros again, but stopped short and side stepped him swinging his sword at Gwaeros' back. As to let the broad side of Lothars sword catch the man's backside.

Gwaeros
22/Jan/2011, 04:28 PM
The Courtyard

Gwaeros moved quickly as Lothar sidestepped him. He half turned and stepped back, allowing the swing to go neatly past him before bringing his sword up to parry the backswing. Now was time to pick up the pace. Without waiting for Lothar to gather himself, he sprung forwards, feinted low but lunged high, and found himself blocked once again, then pushed forwards another step with a series of fast strikes that rattled both blades whenever they parried.

There was now a large space behind Gwaeros, allowing him plently of maneuvering space, and giving him the advantage for the time being. However, he knew it was only a matter of time before Lothar recovered the advantage, evenly matched as they were.

Tolkus
23/Jan/2011, 05:05 AM
The Courtyard

As the last strike of Gwaeros' blade ring aginst Lothars', Lothar twisted his blade in a defencive motion then swung his large arm outwords causing Gwaeros' blade to follow knocking the man off guard. Lothar then rather quickly pulled his small axe from his belt and poked Gwaeros in the ribs with the handle. "My point I do believe." he said with a big grin.

Lhun Elcharion
23/Jan/2011, 05:53 PM
Barathon

The cold wind took on an icy chill as it swirled through the vales below Osdolen. Barathon instictively pulled his cloak a little tighter around him as he passed into the cavern under the cliff. The whipping wind moaned as it passed the mouth of the cavern, giving the rock itself the character of a giant beast awaiting its next meal. It was just one of many features that kept Osdolen safe from unwanted visitors. Barathon was not even aware of the sound. He had spent his entire childhood in and around the Hidden City. That moaning was a part of the natural surroundings to him. Some time had past since Barathon had last passed through the cavern and up the stone stair leading to his home. Far and wide had he journeyed as one of the Rangers of the North, the Dúnedain, of whom few among the Free Folk knew the truth if they knew of them at all.

Recently, Barathon had spent months in the borderlands of the Shire, keeping it free from evils that the Halflings who inhabited the land did not even suspect existed. The little folk had always interested him. While they seemed soft and delighted in leisure of all kinds, they seemed to be possessed of an inner strength and hardiness. He knew it would serve them well in the dark times of the world as it was. Once, he had tracked a lone wolf as it stalked near to a small Hobbit village, thinking he would have to kill it before it could wreak havoc upon the peacful folk. However, the clever little ones had surprised him when a small band had quickly laid a trap for the beast, luring it in and then quickly overwhelming and dispatching it with slings. Yes, underneath their lazy exterior they were a fairly capable folk.

Barathon heaved a sigh of relief as he reached the last step of the natural stone stair and passed onto the ledge. He moved forward on his way to the Tavern of the Lone Winds. There, he knew would find any of the others of his kind who might be in the Hidden City. He was mostly a solitary man who spent his time wandering alone, but he thought that some company might do him some good. His long black hair blew over his shoulder as the wind gusted, but he paid no attention. He just moved on toward his destination as he always had......
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Edited by: Lhun Elcharion

Gwaeros
23/Jan/2011, 08:59 PM
The Courtyard

Gwaeros smiled as Lothar claimed the next point. "A good move that," he said approvingly. As Lothar had knocked his blade wide, he too had found himself another weapon, but his dagger had been only half drawn when the point was claimed. He let it slide back into it's scabbard, looser than before, took three steps back, and began the sword-dance once again.

After allowing Lothar back into the centre of the yard, he began moving around him with quick feints designed to test his guard and keep him thinking. However, after the second such feint, he sidestepped quickly and, from the high position of his sword, flicked low, diagonally down to Lothar's side, following it with his body to get away from any attack that might come. He paused with the blade touching the other man's hip. "Mine, I believe," he said quietly.

Tolkus
23/Jan/2011, 11:46 PM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">Lothar laughed and steped back. "The point I concide. Now if you wish to win, you'll have to eran it." With twikel in his eye and wrye smile on his face Lothar came at Gwaeros with both blade and axe. His large frame coming at the smaller younger Ranger with an unexpected eligance and grace of form. Lother slahed across with his blade then stabbing in with his axe.

Gwaeros
24/Jan/2011, 06:18 PM
The Courtyard

Gwaeros made no reply to the challenge but to draw his dagger in his other hand. As Lothar came forwards with both weapons, he conceded several steps, parrying blade with blade and axe with dagger. And then thefight began in earnest, a blinding series of thrusts, cuts and parries, where neither gave ground nor took it. Gwaeros lost all awareness of time and feeling, concentrating only on his opponent and the surroundings. Tremors ran up his arm as he blocked a particularly hard cut, and he moved his dagger almost instinctively to parry the axe.

His smaller stature should havemade it easier for him to slip under Lothar's guard, and after several more moves he did it, the point of his dagger coming to rest at the taller man's stomach as he drove Lothar's sword wide. He smiled, before darting back, on guard despite his success.

Tolkus
24/Jan/2011, 07:27 PM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE leftmargin="1" topmargin="1" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1">Lothar put both weapons of his aside and let out a hardy and loud laugh. "Well done my friend, well done." he said still laughing and gasping for breath. Lother put back his axe and sheathed his sword and gave a deep bow to Gwaeros. "Come, I owe you a tankard for the win.", Lothar said with a large grin on his shagy face. Lothar picked up his furs not yet ready to put them back on being still warm from the bout.

Gwaeros
24/Jan/2011, 07:35 PM
The Courtyard

A rare grin broke out across Gwaeros' face as he sheathed his weapons and returned the bow. "I thank you, friend, but come, you give yourself no credit! It was very nearly yours!" He returned to his neat pile of clothes and picked them up, before running his fingers through his sweaty hair, brushing it away from his face. There was a healthy flush on his cheeks, from the exertion and the wind, and his eyes seemed to glitter with such wellbeing as was not often shown.

Gwaeros glanced down at his cloathes. His undershirt and tunicwere damp, so he left off his tunic to allow both garments to dry out thoroughly, and fastened his cloak around his shoulders instead. It was a long time since he had been in such a state of undress; normally he wore undershirt, tunic, tabbard and surcoat, all covered by his cloak.

Tolkus
25/Jan/2011, 01:55 AM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">"Go find us some good comfortable chairs and I'll get us some drinks." Lothar said to Gwaeros as they came into the taproom. Lothar walked up to the bar and got two large tankards of tubeng and turned to leave and look for Gwaeros.

Gwaeros
25/Jan/2011, 06:07 PM
The Four Winds

Coming back into the taproom after the fight, Gwaeros found that their original table was now occupied, and found instead a small table near the window with two chairs pulled up. It wasn't often used, most prefering to sit around the larger tables to talk, but it was perfect for two new friends having a drink. Moving over to it, he lay down the folded pile of his overclothes beside his chair, and sat down.

Moments later he saw Lothar turn with two tankards of tubeng, and he nodded his head to get the man's attention.

Pellaadarion
25/Jan/2011, 06:31 PM
Thurindir's Return



The tall ranger paused at the foot of the rocky steps, peering upwards into the clouds above. Keen gray-blue eyes shone brightly in a craggy face, lined with age and wisdom. But Thurindir did not feel wise, only old...
By the top of the rock staircase his thighs burned, and his back ached. He had always believed any hardships were overcome more with strength of will than bodily strength, and his will felt broken, as if Eru himself had snapped it across his knee like a child might crack sticks for firewood.
Osdolen had called to Thurindir like wine calls to a drunkard. Ironic, since Thurindir himself had taken to drinking far too often, stopping off at every tavern in and rest-house between Sarn Ford and Osdolen. Like all men who found themselves in the sway of drink, Thurindir had lost. Some men lost money, others women, others honour, but the result was always the same, a broken will and an absence of spirit.
News of the massacre at Sarn Ford had undoubtedly already reached those within Osdolen, to the very ears of Aragorn himself no doubt. Thurindir had been seen by others of his order within the Sign of the Forsaken, so news of his survival would no doubt have escaped their Chieftan's notice. Thurindir did not know whether punishment or solace would be found within for his narrow escape, perhaps none would even care, for death hung across the very land like a shadow these days.
The Four Winds
Through the tall gates and into the courtyard beyond, past the smith's and quarters and into the Sign of the Four Winds, the taproom which acted as a meeting point for rangers from all over the Lone Lands. There were faces new and old dotted around the draughty hall, the sounds of sombre talk and cheerful merriment mixing like spirits in a cocktail.
There was no immediate sign of Aragorn himself, which was a relief, for Thurindir was not yet ready to relate his grim tale to the chieftan just yet.
He shouldered past some craggen looking figures, making his way directly to the bar. He leant stoically against the counter and caught the attention of the barkeep.
'My name is Thurindir,' he croaked, throat as dry as the sands of Harad, 'I have returned from the Crossing of Sarn Ford. Give me a drink to quench my thirst...'

Tolkus
25/Jan/2011, 08:25 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar was at the bar with the two mugs when a new man walked in and up to the bar. He announced himself as Thurindir, but it was what he said next that caught Lothar's attention, 'I have returned from the Crossing of Sarn Ford."

Lothar looked over to Thurindir and said, "Here have this one." Lothar said in his deep voice and gave him one of the mugs he was holding. Lothar then stood tall reviling his 7'2" height and large frame.He could smell Thurindir, it was a smell that only a person who drinks heavy can have, but most do not notice it. Lothar unfortunetly knew that smell too well.He then tapped Thurindir on the shoulder and pointed to where Gwaeros was sitting and said, "Go over there and have a seat, join my friend and I in a victory drink of his. He's rather good with a blade." Then Lothar let out a big laugh and smiled wide, "One need not drink alone on this mid morning." Helaughed again and turned back to the bar to get himself another mug.

Pellaadarion
25/Jan/2011, 08:40 PM
The Four Winds



'Thankyou friend...' Thurindir mumbled, grasping for the tankard that was held out to him by the big man Lothar, 'your kindness is most welcome.'
Thurindir smiled crookedly up at the giant ranger, who towered over Thurindir the Dúnadan who was already tall by the measure of most common men. He watched as the large man's nostrils flared quickly, a tiny, inconspicuous sign that told Thurindir that Lothar had already marked him as a drunkard. Thurindir felt a flash of shame, for even he still had some pride. His face remained neutral of such an emotion though, and instead he smiled blankly, feigning great pleasure as he was led over to the giant's table.
'Good with a blade you say?' Thurindir remarked as he sat down across from Lothar's compatriot, 'I can handle a sword myself you know.'
Thurindir's grey-blue eyes blazed fiercely as he swung his fist above his head, miming out the motions of some great battle long behind him. It was a good show, the display of a man happy to be included in their conversation. Inwardly he cringed, knowing that sooner or later he would be recognised as the man who had captained the Watchers of Sarn Ford. And therefore the man who had led them to their deaths.
It was enough to drive his mind to further despair, and he drank deeply from the tankard of strong cider that Lothar had so kindly presented to him.

Tolkus
25/Jan/2011, 09:00 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">As came to the tableLothar gave Gwaeros a look to indicate that everything was oaky. Lothar pulled up another chair and sat down. He took swig from his tankard and listened to Thirindir speak. Lothar smiled and said, "He's very good , he just bested me in a bout we just had and we are here celebrating the victory... me buying of course," he then laughed into the tankard and sipped some more.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lothar's face didn't change a bit with the big smile on his face a ginuine smile, "Well, my friend I'm sure your wondering about us." Lothar said to Thirindir. He continued, "It was your announcement of being from the Watch that got my attention." Lothar was most earnist in speaking. "Word has reached here of you and it is very good to meet you." He paused a moment, "We, Gwaeros and I, I am Lothar by the way, are members of the New Watch fo Sarn Ford. Formed here by our Lord just days ago".Lothar was now now in close to the table and being as honest and delicate as he could, "Thirindir, I know you have been threw a lot and I want you to know you are among friends, true friends and please know we judge you not." Lothar sat back, the grin returned to his face and he said raising his mug, "He's to Gwaeros, for a fight well won." Edited by: Tolkus

Hallas C. Pehwarin
25/Jan/2011, 09:25 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion got up from where he was seated with his love Emora and spoke in curterous tone to her, "Excuse me for a moment my lovely Emora it seems that one of long wandering kin (Thurindir) has returned to our humble race's hidden abode." The young dúnedain made his way across the taproom to the bar and managed to get a quick refill of his mug of coffee. He listened to the boisterousness tones of talk coming from where his fellow rangers Lothar and Gwaeros were seated at their table enjoying a good tankard of Tubeng</font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>. </font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>The strong cider could usually help anyone revive themselves after a long journey especially defending the lands of the little people the hobbits of the Shire. </font></span></span></font></font></span></span></font>Hyarion </span></span></font></font></span></span></font>then choose to wait until asked by his friends to join them at their table with the fellow beaten and weary ranger(Thurindir).

Maybe their new comrade could give him help strengthen the newly reformed Watchers of Sarn Ford under his young leadership. Since their Chieftain Strider had appointed him to guard the critical area from bandits and other unsavory folk who had been slowly coming up from the southern lands passing around Gondor and Rohan to reach the wide lands of Eriador still populated by the remnants of the northern fallen kingdom of Arnor, the Elves of Lindon and Imladris, Hobbits of the Shire and the Dwarves who still did inhabit the northern section of the Blue Mountains or Ered Luin mining for precious metals and gems.


OOC: Tolkus my friend I will wait for you to invite me over to your table, then introduce myself to our fellow ranger!smileys/smiley2.gif</font>

Gwaeros
25/Jan/2011, 09:39 PM
The Four Winds

Watching the bar, Gwaeros saw the new man (Thurindir) enter, and noticed that Lothar had given him his tubeng. For a moment he had no idea of the indentity of their new companion, then, with a flash, he recognised the man. Thurindir, former leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford. As Lothar had also come to the table now, he let his friend do the talking, nodding to show his agreement. He waited until Lothar hadraised his tankard in toast before speaking, acknowledging the toast with a half smile and by raising his own tankard.

"And to you, my friend, for being such a worthy opponent." He returned the toast, then turned to the Thurindir, compassion shining in his eyes.

"Welcome, friend," he said kindly.

Lhun Elcharion
26/Jan/2011, 07:14 PM
The Four Winds



The door to the taproom swung open and the cold wind whipped in from outside. A figure entered, walking slowly and deliberately to the bar. As the man stopped in front of the wooden bar, he drew back the hood of his drab, muddied, brown cloak revealing a head of black hair that was slightly past his shoulders in length and unkempt from months of hard living. The man's grey eyes were tired, but there was a keen look to them that gave their owner a sense of vibrant life even in his haggard state. His face was covered in a scraggly beard that one could tell would never be quite full. There was a small, yet noticeable bald patch on his chin where a scar ran in a 2 inch line, paralleling the curvature along the front of his jawbone.
"Greetings." he said to the barkeep in a tired voice. "I am Barathon, son of Garathon. It has been some time since I have been in Osdolen. I need a bit of rest and a fine tankard of Tubeng. Would you mind pouring me some?"
The barkeep obliged not only by turning to the cask of Cider behind him in order to pour the drink, but also with a warm greeting. A few moments later, he was handing the full mug to Barathon and tossing him a key to a room. The ranger paid the man and turned to find a place to sit.
As he turned around and surveyed the room for the first time, he was somewhat surprised to find that four others of his kind were present. Considering how few of the Dúnedain were left in the world, it was rare to find many in the same place at once. He did not recognize any of the faces though, so he moved to an empty chair near where he was standing, trying his best not to disturb the conversation that was already in progress. He did, however listen to what was being said. Normally, he was not the evesdropping type, but when he heard allusions to a disaster at Sarn Ford, he could not help but listen. This was of great interest to him since he had only recently left the more Northern regions bordering the Shire, keeping the way open for trade between The Shire and Bree along the Great East Road. How close he may have been to where disaster befell several of his kin. For now though, he only listened, not wanting to interrupt....
OOC @ Merl - (I fixed my post to at least acknowledge that the barkeep is not silent. I wasn't really sure which way to go since I didn't see anything in the OP about the Barkeep's demeanor. Just to clear up any other confusion, I really have not been to Eriador before.</font>I'm just kind of jumping in like I have been.</font>I've spent a couple of stints in the old Gondor before the changes last year and now I thought I'd give the Plaza another go here in the Lone Lands.</font>)





Edited by: Lhun Elcharion

Leanan Sídhe
26/Jan/2011, 10:24 PM
Callandil
Innkeeper of the Four Winds

</font>The young lady who had, now he noticed it, spent the night in the taproom came up and asked for breakfast. Bread, ham and eggs. He nodded, then caught her hand as she turned to leave.
"Love, next time you're falling asleep in your seat, I'll have you know we have a few rooms upstairs that the missus keeps clean, so there's no need to use chairs as beds!" He winked at her, then set about her breakfast, putting up the pan to fry some eggs.

It took a little while for the pan to be hot enough, but then he slid some butter into it and then the eggs, them making a nice sizzling sound as they solidified into a white and yellow mass. Putting everything on a plate, he walked out of the kitchen to find his taproom mostly empty save for the young lady still waiting for her breakfast.
"Here you are love, you want coffee with that? Or tea?"

Sipping his own (again tepid) coffee, he noted the return of Lothar and Gwaeros, from a sparring match by the looks of it. Lothar asked for two pints of tubeng and as he poured it Callandil looked at him.
"Who won?" The reply was interrupted however by the entrance of an old Ranger, a face Callandil had not thought to see here anytime soon considering the circumstances. The man came to the bar and requested something strong, but before he could get another tankard out the young Lothar had already given up one of his. He poured a third and gave it to the young Ranger, then looked inquisitively at Thurindir.

"Neither Aragorn nor Halbarad has been in lately, Thurindir. You'll prolly not remember me anymore, do you? Name's Callandil, I trained under you at the Watchers when I was as fresh as spring for half a season before a new band was founded that I could join. That was years ago, though. Was sorry to hear 'bout what happened to the Watchers."

Before the man could respond another man entered; things were getting busy in the Four Winds. The man introduced himself as Barathon and requested a cider.
"Be welcome, Barathon, son of Garathon. In truth I cannae remember your face. Well, here's your cider, and if it's rest you want there's a bed upstairs, take the first room on the right when you're ready." Callandil tossed him a key and took the coinage in return.

@Lhun - *There's no silent barkeep here, dear. ;-)</font>*
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Beren Camlost
27/Jan/2011, 02:30 AM
The Four Winds

Well, Hyarion, I would enjoy being involved, Khallador responded. The Little People could use some Big help and we'll deliver ; their borders are threatened these days. You know of what I speak. Strange creatures and interlopers prowling the borders. Someone wants something precious in the Shire, that's for sure. Bree is the largest community of our folk, mortals, in Eriador. We have a duty to safeguard the innocent men and women that are trying to make a living there in these dark times. I'm with you Hyarion. Lotharinquired if he had a horse and Hyarion seemed to be awaiting an answer. I'm a walker but I know how to ride a steed though I own no horse, Lothar. Khallador looked at Hyarion. Would you be so kind as to purchase a mount for me ?

If it's needed, I should have one but I have no money for it. Khallador laughed which he did seldom as he remarked : My family is not so illustrious as yours, my friend ! Khallador gave Callandil a rare smirk as he set down a few plums and a sharp knife for his porridge. You're going to get such an excellent tip, friend, Khallador mentioned dryly, sarcastically afterwards. He recieved his tray - he even walked over there - a few minutes later ; he paid him the usual but slapped down three coppers with a grin and came back to his seat where he began to slice up his pear. </font>


Edited by: Aigronding Mordagnir

Hallas C. Pehwarin
27/Jan/2011, 03:23 AM
The Four Winds

Hyarion's attention was now drawn back to his fellow ranger Khallador. He listened intently to Khallador as he spoke, " The Little People could use some Big help and
we'll deliver ; their borders are threatened these days. You know of
what I speak. Strange creatures and interlopers prowling the borders.
Someone wants something precious in the Shire, that's for sure. Bree is
the largest community of our folk, mortals, in Eriador. We have a duty
to safeguard the innocent men and women that are trying to make a
living there in these dark times. I'm with you Hyarion." </font>The young leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford then spoke his baritone voice carrying a tone of gladness, " Khallador my fellow ranger and kin I accept you into the reformed Watchers of Sarn Ford." " Indeed our efforts will probably aid all of our people and Chieftain in the near future."

The young ranger was then listened to his fellow kin inform him that he was mostly a walker but could handle a horse when the occasion warranted it. Hyarion continued to listen to his comrade and fellow ranger ask him if he would be purchase a horse for him. The young </font></font>dúnedain</span> could not help himself as a slow sly grin spread across his fair weathered face. His piercing blue eyes seemed to brightened a bit due to the roaring fire going in the stone hearth at the far end of the Four Winds. The young ranger then spoke his baritone voice carried a boisterous tone, "My friend and fellow ranger all who join the watch will receive a fine horse of their own choosing." " I will be using my wealth given to me by my uncle Rinon Pehwarin; since it is quite a lot being sent secretly by my cousin Hallas Corintur (C.) Pehwarin along with some fresh gifts of clothing and a few pieces of gear over the last 3 to 4 years ago." To emphasize his point Hyarion undid the straps on either side of suede dark brown leather jerkin to reveal his tan long-sleeved cotton shirt but the collar carried a pair of seabirds wings outstretched in a fine black embroidery. He now waited to hear to remarks made by his fellow rangers since the was probably enough wealth to provide for a small portion of their still proud race.

OOC: Aig I'm glad to see you enjoying the fun and that Merl back on her feet and enjoy getting back into the thick of Osdolen.smileys/smiley2.gif</font>

Elrond edit :</font> No worries ! Just took me a few days to get back here. RP'ing, GM'ing, and Ruler'ing is a busy job smileys/smiley9.gif</font>



Edited by: Aigronding Mordagnir

Pellaadarion
27/Jan/2011, 10:08 PM
4 Winds
Thurindir looked up from his empty tankard as Callandil approached, and stared at her through red-rimmed eyes, trying to place her face. A ways away, the shadowy figure of Barathon observed the exchange, though he drew no closer...



'Callandil...' Thurindir said the word slowly, getting a taste for the sound of it upon his tongue, 'I remember you. I can only assume you've improved on your footwork since last we practiced, since your arms and legs are with you still.'
The craggen ranger laughed then, a short barking that descending into coughing, spittle running from his dry lips.
'Sorry about the Watchers</font> are you?' he said finally, quietly, 'and you think I am not?'
His hands clenched and unclenched upon the rough-hewn table, his jaw grimly set and his bearded face hard like stone.
'I did all I could!' Thurindir said, his voice becoming louder, 'but there were just... too... many!'
His mind slipped back some months, and once again he found himself knee deep in Sarn Ford, the water running red with the blood of his kinsmen. Across the water the Squint-eyed Southerner stood, his hands aloft in triumph. Dark cries sounded all around, the gruff barks of the huge orcs that would come to be known as Uruk-hai, battering sword against shield in triumph. Outnumbered and outmatched and upon jellied legs, Thurindir had turned and fled.
He did not need to relate the tale once again. But now they all knew the story of the loss of the Watchers of Sarn Ford</font>.

Tolkus
27/Jan/2011, 11:37 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar listened to Thurindir as he flashed backed when he talked to Callandil. He then lend forward into the table and looked at Thurindir and said in soft gentel tone, "Easy my friend." Lothar sat back and looked into his tankard and thought to himself "Empty...mmm" He looked up at Gwaeros and said, "I'm empty I'll be right back. You want one?" He got up and walked over to where Hyarion was first. Lothar steped in close to him and said, "It might be of interest to you to introduce yourself to our new friend." He then contiuned to the bar.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
28/Jan/2011, 12:11 AM
The Four Winds

The young newly elected leader of the reformed Watchers of Sarn Ford continued to wait patiently for his kinsman's reply. While waiting Hyarion was soon approached by his fellow ranger and friend Lothar. He spoke quickly to him his voice low," It might be of interest to you to introduce yourself to our new friend." Hyarion responded immediately, "My friend I didn't wish to intrude on your conversation." "But I do intend to meet our wayward brother-in-arms." The young dúnedain flashed another wry grin and watched with his piercing blue eyes as Lothar continued to head to bar.</span> He got up from his chair, and spoke in a polite tone to Khallador, </font></font>while refastening the straps of straps on either side of suede dark brown leather jerkin; that concealed the sleeveless hauberk of
light steel chain-mail and was lined with soft silk to prevent irritation
against any exposed skin and was attached to the fabric by sturdy leather
points</span> and his fine long sleeved shirt. "Well my friend shall we go introduce ourselves to our wayward brother now finely come home?"

Hyarion moved slowly across the stone floor of the Four Winds hearing his boots strike against grout and worn stones of the secret Inn. He also heard his chain-mail ring slightly as he continued to head for Lothar</span>'s and Gwaeros's table where their wayward brother (Thurindir) sat. He stopped a few paces away to the right side coming up more slowly so as not to startle his fellow wearied ranger. The young dúnedain then spoke in calm and respectful tone, "My apologies if I am disturbing kinsman. My name is </span>Hyarion Lossë</font> nephew of the known </font></font>ranger and one of the last noble lords of our proud and valiant race Rinon (Stephen) Pehwarin." " I have recently be appointed as the leader of the reformed band the Watchers of Sarn Ford by our Chieftain Aragorn II, son of Arathorn II." " I understand that you (Thurindir) were part of the original band of the Watchers." " I and our people know that the watchers were decimated by a band of men from the far south." Hyarion took a pulled away a seat from a nearby table and plunked his tall 6 foot 1inch semi-muscled frame down on it. The young ranger spoke in a softer tone of understanding, "Might I ask for the briefest retelling of your story?" Hyarion waited patiently for a reaction from his kin whom continued to look around at his fellow rangers staring hard and his jaw set with determination.


OOC: Glad to have you back Pell!</font>smileys/smiley2.gif




Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Lhun Elcharion
28/Jan/2011, 07:21 PM
The Four Winds
Barathon sat quietly and sipped his cider as he listened to the exchange between Thurindir and the three men. The bearded man's voice suddenly rose as he proclaimed, 'I did all I could! but there were just... too... many!'
The obvious pain in Thurindir's expression and the strain in his bearing spoke to Barathon with even greater volume than his words ever could. The effects of those events at Sarn Fordupon Thurindirweighed heavily on Barathon'sheart. In the past, he had spent so much of his time wandering the wilds alone that he had almost forgotten who he was. Now among his brethren and seeing one of his own so utterly pained, he remembered. He was one of the Dúnedain, the last remnant of the Faithful. No more could he spend all of his time alone. In honor of his forefathers, Barathonstood and moved to where the young man Hyarionwas now speaking with Thurindir.
"Excuse me," Barathonsaid, "but I could not help but overhear you saying that our Chieftain has appointed you leader of a new band tasked with guarding Sarn Ford.If you would have me, I would like to join you. My name is Barathon, son of Garathon. I have only recently returned from keeping watch on the edges of the Shire near to the Great East Road. It pains me to know that I may have been so near to where disaster befell our kin. I have spent most of my years wandering alone as many of our race are apt to do. I cannot help but feel that I am duty bound to join with others of our kin in honoring those who fell by taking up their place as Watchers of Sarn Ford. I would be glad if you would allow me to serve them so."
Having said his piece, Barathon stood silently and awaited Hyarion'sreply. Barathon did not say so aloud, but he suspected that Thurindirmay have been grateful for the distraction since it allowed him a respite from having to recount his tale and relive the memories yet again. If it was only for a moment....

Pellaadarion
28/Jan/2011, 11:01 PM
Thurindir was thankful for Barathon's interruption, and quickly shut his mouth as the newcomer took a seat at their table. Having spent over sixty summers in the north, Thurindir had crossed paths with Barathon on occasion, and had known Garathon in passing, though he had not considered himself close to either father or son. The craggen ranger further understood that Barathon was doing him a kindness in directing the conversation elsewhere, and even though his mind buzzed and his body warmed as the strong cider coursed through him, he realised it was time to lower his voice and collect himself.</span>
</span>When Thurindir spoke again his voice held a level edge that had been absent in earlier conversation. A steely glint shone in his gray-blue eyes and his hands no longer shook. His senses had returned to him, thanks mostly to Barathon's chance interruption.</span>
</span>'Welcome to our group Hyarion,' Thurindir said finally, 'and welcome too Barathon. I knew your father and am glad to see you returned to Osdolen.'</span>
</span>His eyes moved back to Hyarion, who had asked for further explanation of the events surrounding the Battle of Sarn Ford.</span>
</span>'I will not go into too much detail friend,' Thurindir said, 'for still the tale pains me to tell. But you deserve to hear of the fate of your kinsmen, as do any who ask me.'</span>
</span>His spread his hands in welcome, making clear he wished for both Hyarion and Barathon to sit with him at the table.</span>
</span>'Sarn Ford knew peace for some years,' he continued carefully, picking his words wisely and ensuring his voice was free of anger and lament, 'the occasional glace of the shadow of Angmar was all that bothered us. A dozen in number, the Watchers of Sarn Ford</font> were brave men all, experienced and vigorous in their protection of the Shire. And still, despite our skill, the enemy who killed my men were plentiful and strong, far more dangerous than any men of the south. Some tales had spread of dark men of Far Harad, from the deserts to the south, but it was not this enemy that assailed us. No, instead it was foul creatures of Angmar, Uruk-hai; large orc-like men who bore black swords and broad shields, stamped not with the Red Eye but the White Hand, a sigul still mysterious to me. They were captained by a man who I have come to know as the Squint-Eyed Southerner, a trader in pipeweed who acts as a spy for the Dark Lord within these lands. Whether he takes his orders from Angmar or Mordor itself I know not.'</span>
</span>He paused briefly, allowing the complex tale to settle within their waiting ears.</span>
</span>'We battled through the twilight hours, under the waters ran red and black with blood and gore. But still the enemy came on, plentiful and full of hatred and violence. Eventually only I remained. By the grace of Eru I made my escape, and only my knowledge of the land allowed my survival, for I lost the Uruk-hai amongst the thick forests. I wandered the lands alone for a while, before surfacing at the Forsaken Inn, west of Bree-town. I'll admit my senses and my dignity had left me then, for I refused to join with the Raven, an old friend of mine who asked my aid in keeping safe our northern borders. I was lost to drink, and to despair...'</span>
</span>He sighed, his tale winding to a close.</span>
</span>'But mark my words,' he whispered coldly, 'I shall seek revenge for the Dúnedain that died that day...'</span>
</span>His weathered hands curled around the tin tankard that stood empty before him, and slowly did he squeeze, the tendons standing out upon his wrists. With a creak the cup was crushed, and his eyes blazed with fury and vigour.</span>
</span>'Vengeance for the men that died that day,' Thurindir blazed, 'that shall be my aim....'</span>
</span>He tossed the ruined tankard to the cold stone floor, a clear symbol of his intentions to make good upon his promise. No more drink, no more despair. Only vengeance for his men...</span>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
28/Jan/2011, 11:30 PM
The Four Winds


Hyarion turned his head left continuing to gaze at his wearied ranger (Thurindir) allowing the flickering flames to illuminate the features of his weathered and still fair face; a high oval forehead, a pair of thin brown eyebrows,</font>
either side of his face were two medium sized ears covered by his
shoulder length brown hair, two blue eyes that held most folk under
their piercing gaze, a medium</span></span> sized nose, pale pink lips forming his shapely mouth, and a nice curved rounded chin. The newly appointed leader listened with attention as Thurindir
welcomed him and Barathon, son
of Garathon to the table. He kept his ears opened listening intently to the story.

The weary ranger spoke in a deep tone,'Sarn Ford knew peace for some years,'</span> 'the occasional glace of the shadow of Angmar was all that bothered us. A dozen in number, the Watchers of Sarn Ford</font>
were brave men all, experienced and vigorous in their protection of the
Shire. And still, despite our skill, the enemy who killed my men were
plentiful and strong, far more dangerous than any men of the south. Some
tales had spread of dark men of Far Harad, from the deserts to the
south, but it was not this enemy that assailed us. No, instead it was
foul creatures of Angmar, Uruk-hai; large orc-like men who bore black
swords and broad shields, stamped not with the Red Eye but the White
Hand, a sigul still mysterious to me. They were captained by a man who I
have come to know as the Squint-Eyed Southerner, a trader in pipeweed
who acts as a spy for the Dark Lord within these lands. Whether he takes
his orders from Angmar or Mordor itself I know not.

'</span>'We battled through the twilight hours, under the waters
ran red and black with blood and gore. But still the enemy came on,
plentiful and full of hatred and violence. Eventually only I remained.
By the grace of Eru I made my escape, and only my knowledge of the land
allowed my survival, for I lost the Uruk-hai amongst the thick forests. I
wandered the lands alone for a while, before surfacing at the Forsaken
Inn, west of Bree-town. I'll admit my senses and my dignity had left me
then, for I refused to join with the Raven, an old friend of mine who asked my aid in keeping safe our northern borders. I was lost to drink, and to despair...'</span>

Before the young dúnedain could give a reply to the story another of his kin(</span>Barathon) approached him. He spoke in a slightly apologetic tone, </span>"Excuse
me," "but I could not help but overhear you saying that our Chieftain
has appointed you leader of a new band tasked with guarding Sarn Ford.If
you would have me, I would like to join you. My name is Barathon, son
of Garathon. I have only recently returned from keeping watch on the
edges of the Shire near to the Great East Road. It pains me to know
that I may have been so near to where disaster befell our kin. I have
spent most of my years wandering alone as many of our race are apt to
do. I cannot help but feel that I am duty bound to join with others of
our kin in honoring those who fell by taking up their place as Watchers of Sarn Ford. I would be glad if you would allow me to serve them so." Hyarion nodded to both his kin as the latter finished his tale with a solemn oath to avenge his slain men and knocked away the empty tankard with a 'clang' as it hit the stone floor.

His baritone voice was filled with concern yet tinged with an undertone of wrath, "Well Barathon, son
of Garathon, I Hyarion Lossë</font> nephew of the known </font></font>ranger and one of the last noble lords of our proud and valiant race Rinon (Stephen) Pehwarin hereby accept you into the reformed Watchers of Sarn Ford." " Thurindir my fellow kin and ranger we will avenge our slain brothers and sisters!" " If we do encounter these Uruk-hai; these man orcs can you give me any information clues to defeat them in ranged combat worst case; close to close by use of swords and spears?" </span>Hyarion's piercing blue eyes smoldered a fraction of a single moment; then softened to keep himself aware of the possibly strengths and weaknesses of these foul dark creatures as he waited patiently for his fellow rangers' next words and those of newest member </span>Barathon.

OOC: Lhun and Pell thanks for coming back and joining us for the upcoming fun! I have given a rough draft of my Watchers of Sarn Ford RP to Aig and Merl to review it offer suggestions ;and hopefully I will have it up by this weekend at the earliest. smileys/smiley2.gif</font>

Tolkus
29/Jan/2011, 05:57 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lothar was at the bar and called for the Barkeep. "Barkeep another tankard if you please." He then could hear Thurindir call out for vengance and this caused Lothar to shake his head and some what speak to himself out loud, "Vengance only gets one killed." Lothar leand aginst the bar and looked back to where the group was and saw another had joined the ranks of the Watchers and he smiled knowing that one more would be good to have.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lothar turned back to the Barkeep and asked, "Excues me my dear fellow, but would you be interested in a bit of haggling over say, some of your store? I am in need of few things to fill me until I can get to Bree. Mind you nothing too much that you will miss. What say you?" Lothar gave a wide smile and awaited the reply. Edited by: Tolkus

Gwaeros
30/Jan/2011, 11:50 AM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginwidth="1" marginheight="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">Rather overwhelmed by the amount of people around the small table with Thurindir, Gwaeros slipped out his chair and, escaping the crush, made his way over to the bar with his bundle of clothes. His tunic was drying now so, dumping the bundle on a nearby free table, he extracted it and put it back on. He left the sleeves rolled up to the elbows; rather more informal dress than was usually his style, but comfortable. After all, he was in a tavern.
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginwidth="1" marginheight="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">Seeing Lothar was also at the bar, he went to stand alongside him with a nod. He enjoyed the man's company, despite their obvious differences, both in height and build, and in temperament. Lothar, it seemed to him, was almost always grinning, something Gwaeros did very rarely. It made a nice change. Leaning against the bar with one elbow resting on its surface, he included himself.
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginwidth="1" marginheight="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">"It too find I am need of stores," he added, half to Lothar and half to the Barkeep.

Tolkus
30/Jan/2011, 07:17 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar looked over and saw Gwaeros beside him, and he gave him a big smile, "Need stuff too huh? I like to get my food stores from the stuff they sale at teh inns, it tends to be better than what is in the market." he says to his friend. He sat down on one of the stools there, "So... what do you make of it all?" Lothar noded back at thier table. He liked his young friends sly style and ease though he seems grim of face. Lothar wondered how much of that was truth.

Gwaeros
30/Jan/2011, 07:28 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Still leaning against the bar, Gwaeros glanced over his shoulder at the table he had just left, considering Lothar's question of what he thought of what was happening. After a moment, he spoke, chosing his words slowly and carefully. "The news," he began, "I heard in the Forsaken, and I was much grieved at the loss of so many men to any enemy.Indeed, before this,rumours have reached me of strange beasts roaming, though none yetof the white hand..." He paused again with his chin resting in his hand, seemingly deep in thought or remembrance. Finally, he raised his head and shook it. "Tis good to see so many joining the Watchers. We shall need all our skill to safeguard our lands in the coming years." He shook his head again and sat down on a stool next to Lothar, lapsing once again into silence, his eyes on the wooden surface of the bar. Edited by: Gwaeros

Tolkus
30/Jan/2011, 08:38 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar sat there looking about to see if he could see the Barman but to no avail. "Where is that fellow at?" Lothar said allowed. He then rather comicly leand across the bar and said, "Hello... come out come out where ever you are...." Lothar looked at Gwaeros and siad, "I think he's done gone and took a nap." laughing Lothar gave a smerk and shrugged his shoulders.

Pellaadarion
30/Jan/2011, 11:40 PM
4 Winds



Thurindir relaxed finally, drawing deep breaths and letting his eyelids grow heavy. His path was set and will would be unbroken. His actions over the last months had been most ingracious and only through rigorous discipline could be regain his noble purpose. But as any ranger knew, his first oath was the Dúnedain, and his second was to himself.
He rose slowly from his rickety chair, opening his gray-blue eyes as he came erect to stand at his full height. His dark and grey-flecked hair was ruffled by the draughts which swept the taproom. His bearded jaw was set and gradually his dry-cracked lips began to move.
'I renew my Oath to the Dúnedain,' he called loudly, his steely voice ringing clearly aloud, 'and pledge my sword to the continued defence of the north. Let none doubt my commitment, whether friend or foe, for my cause is just, and my conscience clear.'
It was a familiar oath, one of nine that the Dúnedain could commonly pledge before the others of Osdolen...
...Hopefully now the others would see he had recovered his senses, and would be the Thurindir that many knew so well.

Naith Liathant
31/Jan/2011, 11:22 AM
The Falconer ducked into the taproom at the Sign of the Four Winds as Thurindir's familiar voice rang out. Rheumy eyes went wide with surprise for he had left his old friend in a black despair and half riven with madness. The Falconer looked upon Thurindir now and heard his renewed oath, as Aran stared also, through his hood, at the now vigorous ranger.

The grey haired and grey and blue clad man paused in the doorway, until Thurindir was done, before advancing into the taproom and standing before Hyarion, Lothar and Gwaeros, and addressing Thurindir.

" My friend..." He began, circling Thurindir and arriving at the bar. " I left you in the pits of despair at the Forsaken Inn and it seemed you had arrived there exactly that. You have to know my purpose in seeking for Osdolen was to re-establish the Watchers." The Falconer met the eyes of Thurindir. " The protection of the borders of the Shire is more important than one man, and it seemed you were reluctant or incapable of the task of resurrecting the defence. It does the heart good to see you recover your wit." The Falconer gestured to Hyarion. " This is the man who has stepped forward to be Chief over the Watchers. And I have offered to assist him." The Falconer nodded slowly. " Bear me no ill will for my actions for I did only what I had to, and not what I wished to." The Falconer smiled grimly. " I prefer my own company to that of many men, as well you know. I hope you see my actions more as a sign of my respect for you and your missive, rather than a slight." The Falconer leaned back on the bar, and with his left hand gripped Thurindir's shoulder firmly. " It is good to see the real you again, friend."Edited by: Naith Liathant

Hallas C. Pehwarin
31/Jan/2011, 04:23 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion listened to Thurindir repledge himself to all who were within the Four Winds. The young dúnedain heart was gladden as his piercing blue eyes caught sight of another of his fellow rangers the Falconer entering the humble inn of the weary rangers! He nodded his shaggy browned hair head in greeting and realized that he needed to find his gift for his new found love Emora that rested in his personal quarters. He got up from where he was seated with his new comrades</span> Barathon, son
of Garathon and Thurindir then walked across to the door. His gaze resting on his love who was enjoying her breakfast and gave her a wink before departing and opened the aged wooden door.

Stone hallway of Osdolen
</span>Hyarion's personal Quarters</font>

The young leader of the reformed Watchers of Sarn Ford headed for his quarters going down the ancient stone hallway taking a turn to the left and seeing the the torches still illuminated the set of personal quarters of those who chose to reside in their hidden stronghold of Osdolen. </span> The ranger stopped before his own door to his quarters which sat directly across from his Uncle Rinon's which bore a name plaque like his own on top with the crest of his ancient and noble line; the White Tree of </font>Númenor
and set above it are Two of the Seven Stars, and upon either side the
noble emblem are Two seabirds wings outstretched in full flight. His though bore no crest just his name </font>Hyarion Lossë</font></font>. The young ranger entered closing the door behind him. He quickly took stock of the state of his quarters being slightly a mess.

The room was still being </font>illuminated by two </span>squat candles that still going and were set on either end of</font> of his modest wooden dresser. </font> It contained a simple four post bed that had two
pillows at its head and was covered in soft sheets, and a heavy dark
green blanket that served as a comforter. On either side were two small wooden night stands each containing a iron basin filled with cool water and a set of black towels to bath and wash oneself after a long tour of duty in the Wilds of the lands that had once been their kingdom of Arnor. In right-hand corner of the
room across from the wooden lay a simple wooden stand for the hanging of his Ranger attire and
weapons. Also in the room was a tiny wooden desk located beside the
door with a simple padded chair where he, Hyarion could write in
his personal journal about his long wanderings and doings across Eriador
and their former lands of the kingdom of Arnor. Covering the stone floor since he had not been back for nearly a three hours; was a rich blue woolen with the </font>White Tree of </font>Númenor in full flower done in a heavy silver wire embroidery in the each of the four corners.

His piercing blue eyes caught sight of a plain brown envelope resting on his small wooden writing desk set beside his door.</font> Hyarion moved over to the desk undoing the clasp of his a silver circular broach in its exact center was a single silver six pointed rayed star. This was only ornamentation worn by his fellow rangers while wandering
across Eriador, or defending the lands that had once been their kingdom
of Arnor. With quick flick of his left thumb Hyarion refastened the clasp and folded his long dark gray woolen cloak in half laying it to rest over the back of the simple padded chair. He sat down hearing the wood groan under the full weight of his tall 6-foot and 1 inch frame weighing a total of 180 pounds now due to a series of daily exercises designed to keep himself in fighting shape and condition along with the occasional good sparring session with his ranger friends Lothar and Gwaeros. He opened the letter and read the contents the new gift was a present from his uncle Rinon! He had sent it when he had heard word of his selection and acceptance to become the new leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford!

Hyarion now let a warm smile spread across the features of his fair weathered face; a high oval shaped forehead, a pair of thin brown eyebrows,</font>
either side of his face were two medium sized ears covered by his
shoulder length brown hair, two blue eyes that held most folk under
their piercing gaze, a medium</span></span> sized nose, pale pink lips, and a nice curved rounded chin. He thought, "Ah I wonder when he will return from his wanderings?" The ranger glanced down since the letter contained more. His thin brown eyebrows shot up into his hairline! His uncle was currently staying at the Prancing Pony in Bree! A thought now rolled around in his mind, " Umm maybe I can persuade him to join us since his experience would be invaluable to all of us junior rangers along with that of Thurindir and the Falconer. Hyarion shook his head and began to search his quarters for the gift he intended to give to his beautiful love Emora.

After nearly twenty minutes of searching the young lovestruck ranger found it hiding in one of the bottom drawers hidden inside a spare pair of black socks that had a pair of seabirds wings embroidered into the cotton fabric. He now placed into a small soft gray leather pouch that had again an image of a White Swan </span>embroidered in stunning white thread. It was a beautiful crafted broach in the likeness of a seabird with its wings outstretched in full flight. Each feather was inlaid with slender repeating pattern of ivory, pearl and silver. Its beak was done in fine black onyx and the eyes were done with two shining topaz crystals. Now all he had to do was wait for his love to arrive and present her with his gift of his feelings that he had only for her including; admiration, gracefulness, and love which now continued to swell in his beating heart slowly as the time continued to trickle on.</span></span>

Lhun Elcharion
01/Feb/2011, 02:36 AM
The Four Winds



Having been accepted as one of the Watchers, Barathon was content now to sit and rest a moment. He was yet weary from his travels and it sounded as though he would be heading out again very soon. As always, he took rest as he could get it. At least he would be indoors this night. He was not sure he could remember the last time he had spent any amount of time beneath a roof.
As he sipped his Tubeng, he started to drift off, lost in his own thoughts. He remembered a particularly joyful day when he was still in his youth. It must have been in the summer of his twelfth year. His father had returned home from time away in the wilds, and his mother had not yet gotten sick. They had dined together outdoors on a sunlit day. He remembered the way the sun sparkled among the few strands of grey in his mother's mostly black hair. His father had kissed her deeply in front of him that afternoon and he was glad. It was one of the only times he remembered his parents openly showing their affection in his presence. He had always known there was love between them, but it had always been a quiet love. The memory of that day would warm Barathon's heart until he took his last breath.
The heartwarming memory slowly melded into a more somber one.Not three months later, she had fallen ill. Eight months to the day after the afternoon in the sun, his mother would lie cold and dead. His mind flashed through those sad months. 'Twas only a cough she had told him in the beginning. He soon knew different. She grew gaunt and pale, her appetite had subsided, and she had awoke later and later with every passing day. Eventually, she did not get out of bed at all. Barathon had cared for her until she finally succumb to her illness and died. After his mother was gone, he had begun to roam the wilds with his father.
Garathon was a kind, but serious man. For nine years, he taught his son much as they moved throughout Eriador. Barathon learned woodcraft, basic healing, swordplay, ranged combat, and lore among many other things. It was during those years that he learned of his people, the Dúnedain. He remembered when he himself had stood before Aragorn, known as Strider, Cheiftain of theDúnedain,and had taken the Oath of the Rangers, the Oath to theDúnedain. He had once stood in the very tavern in which he now sat and spoke saying, "I pledge my Oath to the Dúnedain. Ipledge my sword to the continued defense of the North. Let none doubt my commitment, whether friend or foe, for my cause is just, and my conscience clear."</span>
</span>The words of the Oath rang clear in Barathon's mind. So clearly that he thought he was still uttering them until he realized it was not he, but another that was speaking. Thurindir seemed to have cleared his head, and spoke the words of the Oath with great conviction. Seeing the man as he was touched off a recognition within Barathon. He had met Thurindir a few times before in passing. Now that he was himself again, Barathon was able to recognize him. It gave him great pleasure to see an old</span>acquaintanceagain.</span>
</span>Just as Thurindir was finishing his oath, a grey haired man clad in blue and grey entered. Barathon was not sure he knew the man so he just sat and watched for a moment as he made his way toward Thurindir and began to converse with him. Not wanting to interrupt what was apparently a reuinion between friends, Barahon remained seated where he was.</span>



Edited by: Lhun Elcharion

Leanan Sídhe
03/Feb/2011, 01:51 AM
Callandil
Innkeeper of the Four Winds

</font>As Khallador picked up his tray and added the tree coppers to the price, Callandil rolled his eyes at him.
"Oh yes, wonderful tip friend, I can go and retire now, no need to work anymore!' He winked, swiped the money of the bar and into the til and set his attention back to Thurindir.

"Ah, not enough though, I'm afraid." He answered as the man commented on his footwork. "One time I was too slow and my opponent nearly gelded me. I was lucky enough to get away with just a limp, but that put quite a crimp on my general walking abilities, so I could no longer be a fighting man for Aragorn. That's why I'm here now." He sighed, then made an apologizing gesture when the man started yelling.

"Man, Thurindir, no-one's blaming ye... All of us, we know that sometimes yer best is still not enough, and disaster happens. We..." he made a helpless gesture, not quite knowing what to say to the guilt-filled man. Just then Hyarion came and spoke to Thurindir, shortly followed by Barathon. He hung back a little, listening as the man told of what happened at Sarn Ford.

The clang of the tankard on the stone floor made him jump just a little, and he cursed himself inwardly for letting himself go like that. Still, Thurindir's tale had been chilling, and he couldn't surpress the chill that went down his spine. For the sake of having something to do, he walked back to the bar and poured himself another cup of coffee. As he took a sip, he realised Thurindir could probably use some, too and poured another steaming cup.

As he was pouring, Lothar came up to the bar and asked for another tankard, as well as inquiring for stores. Gwaeros joined him not long after.
"One second lads, I'll be right back." He said, taking the cup of coffee to Thurindir. "Here. Take this." He offered the cup to the man. He was renewing his oath, and Callandil nodded. "Welcome back to the fold, my old friend."

As he returned to the bar, he caught Lothar cracking jokes and he visibly rolled his eyes.
"There now lads, it's not a good idea to insult the person you intend to buy from. It tends to drive the prices up." He said, with only a hint of humor to show he didn't really mean it. "Now what did you have in mind for stores?"
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Tolkus
03/Feb/2011, 03:46 AM
The Four Winds

Lothar tried to supress a laugh at what Callandil had said about the price. Then clearing his throat and tring to get somewhat more serious. "Well my friend, we are looking for a bit of coffee, bacon and flour. Some dried meats and fruit you might have. Just enough to last four days should do it." Lothar finished with a big smile. The big man sat on the bar stool and waited to see what Callandil had to say.

Pellaadarion
05/Feb/2011, 10:42 PM
'Hile Falconer.' Thurindir replied brightly, greeting the ancient ranger with a wave of his hand and a twist of the mouth, 'When last we met my mind was lost to sorrow, my heart filled with darkness and despair. But time has begun to heal those wounds, and you find me now again myself.'



The craggen ranger would not apologise to the Falconer for his actions in the Sign of the Forsaken, for all men could find themselves waylaid by their emotions, when their blood ran hot. But the Falconer could see sense had returned to Thurindir, and again he could be trusted.
'Should the Watchers of Sarn Ford be refounded,' Thurindir began warily, 'then you will have my sword. Though never again shall I lead that band...'
Thurindir's eyes roamed the draughty taproom, and came to rest upon Barathorn, who watched them closely, though remained aside.
'Should you choose to join us Barathorn,' Thurindir called warmly in recognition, 'then you will find yourself made welcome!'
A chair was kicked out in inivitation, and Barathorn was beckoned closer with a sweep of the hand.
Meanwhile, Khallador went about his business nearby, and offered his sentiments in passing. The words were gratefully received, and Thurindir gave a brief nod and smile in thanks for the kind words.

Lhun Elcharion
07/Feb/2011, 01:56 PM
The Four Winds



Barathon watched as Thurindir spoke with The Falconer for a few moments. It was obvious that the two were old friends. Barathon noticed the tension flow from the elder ranger as it became clear that Thurindir was himself once again. It also did Barathon's heart good to hear that Thurindir would join the Watchers of Sarn Fordwhen they reformed.
Then somewhat unexpectedly, Thurindir looked at him and spoke saying, "Should you choose to join us Barathon, then you will find yourself made welcome."
Barathon stood slowly and made his way to the worn table that the two men shared.
"I thank you for your invitation Thurindir, and I gladly accept." he said, then he turned to the grey haired ranger sitting with Thurindir. "I am Barathon, son of Garathon. I do not know if we have met. I wander alone much of the time now that my father is gone. Perhaps we did meet when I was a youth, not yet out of my early teens. Much is dark to me in the months after my mother's passing."
He then fell silent and sat down with the two, sipping his cider....

Angelikus Snape
12/Feb/2011, 03:43 PM
The Four Winds

Emora finally smiled at the barkeep after the food was finally served but her cheeks turned red after the barkeep said that there were rooms available for the night for her to sleep in. Embarrassed at what had transpired, she simply said, "Yea, sorry about that. I was just too tired and fell asleep on the table. Thanks for these." and began to eat her bread, ham and eggs. The food was delicious and filled her empty stomach well. As she continued to eat quietly while listening to the different conversations of the inn. All of a sudden another Ranger entered the inn and this Ranger seemed to be familiar to Emora although she had not seen him for the longest time. His looks was familiar but his name was not but maybe he would get the chance to know this Ranger in person. However, Hyarion seemed to know who this person was as he asked his leave to go to this man. After saying "yeah, sure. I'll see you later", Emora finished eating her meal, and drank her morning coffee. She then stood up, went to the barkeep Callandil and said, "Here's for the meal, drinks and stay that I had for the night." she said while leaving some gold coins that would serve as payment and then she left the Four Winds.

The Streets of Osdolen and Emora's Quarters

The streets outside of Osdolen was similar to a beaten path. After all, it was a hidden city that only few people know about. With her soiled boots, she walked a little bit until she reached a house which served as her abode. Upon opening the door, there was a luxurious couch beside the window and two rooms that served as bedrooms. Emora went out to one of the rooms, removed her soiled clothing and took a bath in the bathroom which is inside the bedroom. After which, she changed into more feminine clothes such as a plain white dress and some comfortable slippers and stepped out of the house to go to the marketplace.

Osdolen Marketplace

Upon arrival to the marketplace, it was surprising for someone who would come here on an invite to see that the place itself was a hidden city. There were a lot of merchants selling stuff for the residents of Osdolen ranging from food to weapons. Emora walked through with her hair down and flapping in the wind and looked for the food that she needed first. She bought herself some bread, cheeses, some meat, salt, different kinds of vegetables such as potatoes and carrots. She also looked for herbs such as chamomile, aloe, bayberry and comfrey among other herbs that she and her comrades might need as they go to Sarn Ford. She also bought some proper bandages for serious injuries. After all, she does not know what they were getting themselves into once they reach Sarn Ford so she made sure that she stocked up on her medicinal kit just in case. She also went to a weapons shop because she needed to stock up on her arrows for they have gone few after the journey that she had. She also looked for a couple of nice daggers which she could throw at her enemies if her arrows run out during the journey. After a while of searching and buying the stuff that she needed and be able to purchase all that she needs, she once again headed home. But before she left, she was reminded of something and that is she had to visit Hyarion's house on the way home. She then left the marketplace full of stuff and went to Hyarion's Quarters, more of a promise out of anything else.

Hyarion's Quarters

Emora was panting as she reached Hyarion's place. It was tiring to walk a long way carrying a lot of stuff like she did. Upon reaching the front porch, she dropped all of her things on the front door, took a couple of deep breaths, composed herself before finally knocking. "Hello? Hyarion are you here? You asked me to stop by so here I am." she said amidst the knocking that she did to the door.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
12/Feb/2011, 05:16 PM
Hyarion's personal Quarters

Hyarion's medium sized ears soon heard a knock upon his door. He then heard his beautiful love's voice call out in a concerned and gentle tone, </font>"Hello? Hyarion are you here? You asked me to stop by so here I am." The young leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford now glanced around his room hoping that it was passable to entertain guests, even his love. The room was still being </font>illuminated by two </span>squat candles that still going and were set on either end of</font> of his modest wooden dresser. </font>
It contained a simple four post bed that had two
pillows at its head and was covered in soft sheets, and a heavy dark
green blanket that served as a comforter. On either side were two small
wooden night stands each containing a iron basin filled with cool water
and a set of black towels to bath and wash oneself after a long tour of
duty in the Wilds of the lands that had once been their kingdom of
Arnor. In right-hand corner of the
room across from the wooden lay a simple wooden stand for the hanging of
his Ranger attire and
weapons. Also in the room was a tiny wooden desk located beside the
door with a simple padded chair where he, Hyarion could write in
his personal journal about his long wanderings and doings across Eriador
and their former lands of the kingdom of Arnor. Covering the stone
floor since he had not been back for nearly a three hours; was a rich
blue woolen with the </font>White Tree of </font>Númenor in full flower done in a heavy silver wire embroidery in the each of the four corners.

He got up from his chair by his desk finally finished reading the letter from his uncle Rinon Pehwarin. He made certain that his gift was still in its small soft gray leather pouch that had again an image of a White Swan </span>embroidered in stunning white thread</span>. He then hid it on his person but would be easy enough for his love to find! A little fun game and now headed to the door and opened it to reveal his radiant and beautiful love Emora standing there in fresh ranger attire. A warm smile now crossed the features of his fair slightly weathered face;
a high oval shaped forehead, a pair of thin brown eyebrows,</font>
either side of his face were two medium sized ears covered by his
shoulder length brown hair, two blue eyes that held most folk under
their piercing gaze, a medium</span></span> sized nose, pale pink lips, and a nice curved rounded chin. He spoke in a loving and affectionate tone, "Ah my love please enter my humble quarters." " You look absolutely radiant in your new attire." The young ranger inhaled her beautiful odor of a faint perfume which smelled lovely and made him even more lovestruck! His eyes spotted her arms laden with parcels of supplies and immediately took some into his own arms to relieve her of some of the heavy burden.

Hyarion now walked backwards into his quarters turning aside and watched as his love slowly enter his room. He began to think for a split second, "Ah such a beautiful lady", as he gazed at her facial features with his piercing blue eyes. She had a small half-moon shaped forehead, two thin dark eyebrows, on either
side of her face were two small ears covered by her raven locks of hair
that cast about her soft broad shoulders, her</font> creamy white skin that had been tanned from her long wanderings across Eriador</font>, her piercing green eyes, shapely small nose, two small tanned cheekbones, her light pink lips that formed her graceful mouth, and completing it was the graceful</font> curve of her chin</font>. The young ranger eyes gazed down for a split second at the rest of her well toned body no doubt from her own long wanderings across their former lands of the kingdom of Arnor and Eriador. He now waited for her appraisal of his room since he did intend to ask to place a small fireplace in here to provide warmth. </font>Hyarion carefully placed her new s</font>upplies and gear on top of his desk, dresser, and finally turned back to face her still with radiant smile on his fair weathered face.

OOC: Good morning my sweet and beautiful Likus I am glad you are able once again to enjoy the plaza.</font>smileys/smiley10.gif
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Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Angelikus Snape
16/Feb/2011, 04:10 PM
Hyarion's Quarters

"Why thank you!" Emora said as she glided and entered Hyarion's abode. She glided because even though she was battle hardened and tested as most of the Rangers here, she has never lost her own femininity. Since she knew that she was going to Hyarion's place, she had to look her best. When she was told that she was radiant, she took it as a compliment and since it was her loved one that said it, it was something that was special and meant a lot to her. She then placed the other bag that she was holding on top of a table beside her other bag which Hyarion took from her. Emora was then escorted by Hyarion to his room. She looked around the room and wondered what Hyarion's abode would be like. Emora thought that the place was lovely and very comforting, especially the bed which seemed to her was very soft and that she might fall asleep right away if she lied down on it, similar to her own bed at home. After taking it all in, she turned to Hyarion and said, "I would have to say that your room is amazing and neat; unlike other male Rangers that have invited me to their own rooms." Feeling quite at home, Emora sat down on one side of the bed, not unless Hyarion wanted them to go someplace else in his abode.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
16/Feb/2011, 09:38 PM
Hyarion's personal Quarters

The young ranger could help but feel in his beating heart, they being scions of ancient and still respected race were destined to engage themselves in the great struggle was to come. Hyarion now had to decide if the time was right for them to possibly marry, and with hope one day to have children to continue the re-population of their still valiant race. Though both being rangers he wondered how in all Arda, could he simple ranger could make that possible. He listened to his love and gazed at her with wonder and affection, as she thanked him in helping her with her additional supplies setting in various places about his humble quarters. Hyarion continued to watch his beautiful love Emora walk around his quarters with slow strides gazing at what was contained in such a simple room within their people's hidden sanctuary of Osdolen.

</font>Hyarion's piercing blue eyes watched his love walk</font> and thought, "I am indeed a very lucky man to such fortune in my somewhat lonely life as a Ranger of the North. For Emora is in my mind and heart one of the fairest ladies to those who are of the long lived of our race." He listened intently to her words as she again spoke, "I would have to say that your room is amazing and neat; unlike other male Rangers that have invited me to their own rooms." Hyarion could not himself, but give somewhat witty and jesting retort to her kind words, " Ah thank my love for your kind words and I guess I'm not the first to desire you as a beautiful traveling companion, during my long wanderings across Eriador eh?" The young ranger then allowed a slow sly smile, and choose to reveal his pearly white teeth. He then walked slowly over two unlit candles set inside to iron wrought holders and rested on another small nightstand, where usually was set his night clothes being usually a sleeveless cotton shirt and pair of faded grey or black woolen pants sat on the far side.

The stand rested in the right hand-corner of his room and choose to relight them with his flint and tender to reveal another the aged wooden door that lead to his simple small bathroom; containing a tiny sink, with a small store of bandages and healing herbs, a bathtub/shower, and a toilet. He was glad to provide more illumination and noticed his love had chosen to stop and perch herself on top of his made bed. Her beautiful green eyes gazing at him with wonder and merriment. It made his heart beat even more faster beneath his ranger attire. He had finally chosen to seize the moment and made his way over to her standing before her for a quick single moment before lowering himself to his knees. The young d</font>únedain was glad to have another simple fur rug that stretched underneath his modest and comfortable bed for the hard cold stone did have cumulative affect after a while on his knees and his lower body </span>from maintaining that prone position.

Hyarion raised his shaggy head upward allowing his fair face and eyes to gaze upon his love with the biggest smile etched upon his mouth. He then took his gift that he had hidden upon himself decided to forgo his simple silly game and present it to her. He undid the string that held closed the </font>small soft gray leather pouch that had again an image of a White Swan </span>embroidered in stunning white thread</span>. He reached inside with trembling fingers of his right hand and grasped at the item and slowly opened his fingers to reveal it to his love. It was a beautiful
crafted broach in the likeness of a seabird with its wings outstretched
in full flight. Each feather was inlaid with slender repeating pattern
of ivory, pearl and silver. Its beak was done in fine black onyx and the
eyes were done with two shining topaz crystals.</span>

Hyarion</font> spoke with reverence and a hint of passion that his baritone voice could not hide, " My beautiful and graceful love Emora I present to you one of the long lost treasures of our people found by chance by me in the ruins of our capital of Fornost Erain, being once part of the heirlooms of my uncle's proud and noble family Pehwarin." "He has allowed me to keep it and use it as a betrothal gift for whom I wish to share my long life with, and unite our lines creating for a more rich and diversified blood, of we the exiles of isle of fair and lost N</span>ú</span>menor." The young ranger now breathed quietly for he watched the facial expressions of his love. Whom he was carefully waiting to see her green eyes widen in delight and honor at being given such a gift from someone who was distantly related to their rulers; the Chieftains of D</span>únedain of Arnor. He rested his left hand gently upon her right knee feeling the heat of her soft creamy tanned skin radiating through simple ranger attire; being a simple</span> plain white dress. But she his fair and gracious Emora looked like one of the most beautiful ladies of their ancient realm of Arnor. The young d</span>únedain now continued to</span> wait patiently for her to command him to rise, and perhaps present him with a passionate kiss to seal their love that both had for each other.....

OOC: My lovely Likus feel free to PM me if you wish to go on to the more serious and quint possibility of doing a wedding after our tour of duty as Watchers of Sarn Ford is completed or sooner. Hyarion </font></span>Lossësmileys/smiley10.gif</font>


Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
16/Feb/2011, 09:48 PM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1">Lothar leaned aginst the bar while waiting for the Innkeep to see if he could fill Lothars order. Lothar looked to Gwaeros who was beside him, "What do you think we will need once we get to Bree? What we get here will get us to Bree but that's all. I'm wondering what type of supplies and equipment we will need. Any idea of what you might be getting there?"

Leanan Sídhe
17/Feb/2011, 12:31 PM
Callandil
Innkeeper of the Four Winds

</font>He started jotting down what Lothar was summing up, murmuring to himself whether he still had enough stock to last him through to the next delivery of goods from Bree. He should be able to miss some of it, he supposed, though the next delivery was still a week away.

As he was thinking it over Emora came back to the bar, finished with her food, and put some coins on the bar for her breakfast and her stay. He could see in one second that it was too much, especially since she had slept in a cold corner of the tap room on a hard table, but before he could mention this to her she'd already left the inn. He'd remember it and serve her a free meal sometime in the future.

He said "I'll be right back" to Lothar and went into his storeroom, taking up some packages of freshly ground coffee, flour, a few rinds of bacon, a basket of apples and several strips of dried pork and beef. He put all of it in one big basket and carried that back into the taproom.

"Well my friend, this should last your four days. Now how about you propose a price?" He said, grinning.

OOC: -Sorry for being somewhat late in posting, Tolkus, I've been kept rather busy off plaza. *g*</font>-
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Tolkus
17/Feb/2011, 02:02 PM
The Four Winds

As Lothar was lieing back against the bar he quickly turned round when Callandil came back with a big basket of the supplies Lothar had ordered. Lothar cocked one eye and rubbed his beared chin. Then he looked through what was there with a lot of Hummm and himmming... Then Lothar looked shrudely at Callandil and siad, "I'll give youa wolf skin for everything.... how about it?" Lothar waited to see if his offer would be accepted or not.


OOC: No worries, quite understandable.

Gwaeros
17/Feb/2011, 06:56 PM
The Four Winds

Gwaeros watched the bargaining with interest, and when Callandil returned with a basket for Lothar, he raised an eyebrow and settled against the bar. After a moment, he nudged Lothar with his shoulder and patted his own pouch where his coins were kept, as if to say he would help pay. Then he stood there to wait for the deal to be struck.

OOC: (Sorry for such short posts, I'm really busy.)

Naith Liathant
18/Feb/2011, 12:57 AM
The Falconer watched proceedings over a cider, savouring the taste, for it would be the last Tubeng for some time he didn't doubt. He wondered how long it would be before this young chief would lead the band forth from Osdolen toward the crossing at Sarn Ford. He didn't think it would be too long, despite Hyarion's interests elsewhere. The Falconer smiled thinly, it was a fine thing to be young and in love, so it was said.

His rheumy eyed gaze swept the taproom, taking in the fellow members of the Watchers and hoping Thurindir was in truth himself once more. A proud and honourable man, his defeat and loss had weighed heavy on the mantle of his bearing. Yet here he stood, ready to take up the sword once again. The Falconer would be wary, but he knew that in Thurindir, there was great strength once - and there would be again.

Angelikus Snape
21/Feb/2011, 07:27 AM
Hyarion's Quarters

Just as she sat there on the bed, Hyarion suddenly bent down on one knee and basically asked Emora to marry him. Emora was shocked and surprised and what not, but it was in a good way. The beat of her heart was racing and it would seem that she had run for miles and miles but remained in the comfort of Hyarion's abode. The decision that she made now would change her life forever. As her eyes widened when she was presented with a very ancient, historical and yet amazingly beautiful brooch, her eyes swelled up with happiness and joy and she threw herself into the kneeling Hyarion and as she hugged him, she said, "Yes. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." after which she kissed her loved one on his pale pink lips affirming her love for him.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
21/Feb/2011, 01:57 PM
Hyarion's personal Quarters

The young d</font>únedain did not have to wait long for his love Emora threw herself upon him in a warm and affectionate hug them sent into the soft wide expanse of rug placed around the modest bet. Her soft and gentle voice was like a thunderbolt but helped ease his mind as she spoke, </span>"Yes. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Inwardly in his mind Hyarion had a huge grin on his weathered and fair face. His love then kissed him on the lips affirming her decision and love that she had for him. Hyarion now chuckled merrily while gazing into his love's beautiful face and kissed back with the same gentleness as his powerful muscled arms wrapped around her slim and muscled body. He raised his right hand upward to gently stroked her locks of raven hair shoulder length. His baritone voice was soft, full happiness, and joy. " Thank you my love since today dawns for us both another step in our journeys as we now have to decide whether to hold the ceremony now, or later after our tour of duty at Sarn Ford is complete." " I guess should we announce it to our fellow rangers and people in the Four Winds?" " It would give everyone a moment to be happy and some merriment to see that life that we lead can have a positive effects and that we still continue to hold dear to our hearts the hope of peace, that one day our Chieftain Aragorn will again be able to become High King again of Arnor and Gondor." The young ranger continued to hold his love for several minutes while they lay on top of one another breathing in her wonderful perfume and feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his in a tender embrace. Today was one of the happiness that he had felt in his entire years for today he also realized was his 21st birthday!

Hyarion's mind was now whirling with a thousand decisions, but he focused on his loves beautiful green eyes as he slung one arm underneath her knees, another draped around her neck. He raised himself up from the floor of his room and with grace and ease gently set her back upon his bed. He could feel the heat of her skin radiating through her beautiful and simple attire and made him feel even more in love since no other would stand between him and their special day. Today he felt love, affection, grace, and a whole list of the positive emotions swelling in his heart that continued to beat fiercely against his chest and the ranger attire he wore! The young ranger now plopped down beside his love Emora and slide his right arm around her in comforting gesture as he waited patiently for his loves reply's to his two key questions. Who knew that life was always full of surprises and soon the biggest day of his life would soon be upon them and their race could revel in merriment, even when things seemed so bleak for the greatest adventure was about to begin anew....


OOC: Morning my lovely Likus I trust your weekend was fantastic since you surprised me like this so feel free to PM about your decision if you wish plan the ceremony, since I actually am unmarried and a bachelor in RL. So any other questions or concerns feel free to PM me at any time* smileys/smiley10.gif</font>






Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
02/Mar/2011, 05:08 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">After getting their supplies Lothar looked to Gwaeros and said, "Well my friend we have enough to get us to Bree." Lothar smiled big and threw the sack over his shoulder. "Come my friend." he siad to Gwaeros. Lothar walked over to an empty table set the sack down and looked to his friend. "Here have some pipe weed. You have been south, can you tell me a little about it. I have never traveled there. I have spent most of my time in the northern mountains." Lothar lit up his pipe and sat back in his chair and asked *so when does the party begin!
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Tolkus
04/Mar/2011, 03:33 AM
The Four Winds

Lothar sat back in his chair and looked about with a grin knowing what was coming next. He then jumped up and in his rather loud bass voice shouted to the crowd, "To all here, please help me in celebrating the life of one of our own! Gwaeros here is enjoying a birthday today! Come! Have a round on me and some bit of cake to wish our fellow Ranger a HAPPY DAY!" Lothar laughed a hearty laugh as only he could and held his mug high, "To you my friend." He drained the mug and called for more.

Lothar had a very large cake brought to thier table andbegan ctting it to serve some to everyone, giving the biggest piece to Gwaeros. "Eat well my friend for I may call for a speech and song from you later."

Beren Camlost
04/Mar/2011, 04:32 AM
Khallador grinned as Lothar excitedly anounced Gwaeros' birthday ; he wondered if Gwaeros' was suitably embarrassed. Do we get to give him birthday licks, Lothar ? Khallador asked his comrade and began massaging his knuckles.

He and punched his own palm as if to ascertain the power in his strong fist. Khallador removed a lacquered box from out his coat pocket and tossed it at the birthday boy. You'll find a new razor in there for ya, hope you like it.</font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
04/Mar/2011, 04:36 AM
Hyarion's personal Quarters

The young leader of new Watchers of Sarn Ford could hear shouts outside his door. His piercing blue eyes glance down at his love whom was fast asleep. He bent down and gave her gentle kiss on her brow of her </font>small half-moon shaped forehead. He got up slowly so as not to jostle her and went to his desk and quickly began to write a quick letter to inform her of where he went off to.

Dear lovely Emora,

You will probably find me gone but do not worry I'm still in Osdolen and seeking the commotion that is occurring probably in the Four Winds. Feel free to freshen up and change into fresh attire if needed. I'm looking forward to our eventually ceremony to which you will get to meet my immediate family; as well as my uncle Rinon and possibly if they can find time to come north my cousins Hallas and his beautiful sisters </font>
Ríne (Stephie) Tauralmie (Leigh) as well as my aunt Almaresáre (Marie).

With love and affection,

Hyarion

The young ranger then rolled the parchment and placed gently into his love's clasped hands. He then as quietly as possible dusted off his simple ranger attire; It consisted of a tan long-sleeved shirt but the collar carried a pair
of seabirds wings outstretched in a fine black embroidery, a pair of
dark brown woolen pants, and a pair of tall soft suede brown leather
traveling boots. Over these simple clothing now rested a slightly heavier short sleeved suede tunic of dark grey whose sleeves below the
elbow and extended to the wrists of both arms had a mesh of chainmail
attached securely by leather points. The interior of the mail was lined with soft brown
silk </font>to prevent chafing against the
garments resting underneath or any exposed skin. Over this finely
crafted tunic was originally a long sleeved suede leather tunic, but now he changed into </font>a sleeveless hard leather black tunic
that offered moderate protection while not hindering mobility.
Protecting his lower body from waist to thigh was a matching black suede
leather traveling skirt, whose interior had a sheet of identical
chainmail attached like the above mentioned tunic was secured by leather
points and interior lined with soft brown silk. </font>Protecting
his forearms were a set of two-piece leather vambraces; an inner
patterned guard and an outer plate of boiled black leather tooled with</span></span></span></span></span></font> </font>a set of seabird's wings and matching black tabs to protect his callused hands from injury</font></font></span>.

Hyarion now again donned his plain grey belt cinching it firmly against his muscular waist and attached his plain </font>wooden scabbard </span>was
wrapped in dark gray leather that crisscrossed down its entire length. The
scabbard was capped with steel locket and an elegant steel chape that
matched the pommel of his ranger hand-and-half sword.</span> </span>It was quality make and the design could be passed off as several types being
made currently in Gondor. On the left hand side of the belt rested</span> </span></span></span></span></span>
two brown leather pouches </font>containing some healing herbs, bandages, water skin, a medium sized amount of coin from his Uncle Rinon, and a tiny amount of pipe-weed though he needed a new pipe. Over the entire outfit Hyarion
wore a long dark gray woolen cloak whose front was pinned with a silver
circular broach in its exact center was a single silver six pointed
rayed star. This was only ornamentation worn by his fellow rangers while
wandering across Eriador, or defending the lands that had once been
their kingdom of Arnor.

He now moved for the door moving slowly and silently over to the door opening it very slowly and closed it behind him. His footfalls were slow and measured as he made his way down the dimly lit stone corridor of Osdolen heading for the Four Winds. The young dúnedain opened the door with his left hand, and his medium sized ears covered by his brown hair heard the sounds of laughter and camaraderie! His medium sized aquiline nose smelled something sweet in the air as his piercing blue eyes caught sight of his fellow rangers obviously celebrating something! So he now spoke up his baritone voice cool and filled with tone of surprise, "So my fellow rangers what is the occasion someone getting to be a little older or something?" Hyarion now chuckled as he strode his way into the comfort of the simple inn casting a glance toward his fellow comrades who were raising tankards of Tubeng and slapping heartily on the back of his friend Gwaeros! So the young leader now waited patiently to be handed a mug of their own stiff ale and a explanation....

OOC: Lothar(Tolkus) or </font>Khallador </font>(Aig)my friends feel free to update me on what is going since I'm playing as I have had a peaceful sleep, just sleep with my new love and upcoming wife Emora(Likus)!smileys/smiley4.gif</font>
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Tolkus
04/Mar/2011, 04:51 AM
The Four Winds

Lothar made his way over to his leader and handed him a mug and said, "Drink up my friend we celebrate the birth of our fellow Ranger Gwaeros." Lothar clacked his mug with Hyarions and gave a big laugh, "Better grab a pice of cake before it's gone."

Hallas C. Pehwarin
04/Mar/2011, 05:04 AM
The Four Winds

The young ranger did not have to wait long at all before being thrust of mug of ale into his outstretched right hand. His good friend Lothar explained his voice carrying a hearty tone," Drink up my friend we celebrate the birth of our fellow Ranger Gwaeros." Better grab a piece of cake before it's gone." Hyarion's piercing blue eyes widened for a moment and clanked his own mug of ale against that of his fellow rangers. He spoke in delighted and hearty tone, "Gwaeros my friend congrats on making another year on Middle Earth and in the esteemed company of fine men and women who are all glad to celebrate the day of your birth!" The young ranger now threw back his mug and parted his pale pink lips allowing him to drain the strong ale directly into his empty stomach while it also soothed his dry and parched throat. He headed over to where the cake was and grabbed a slice along with a fork. Today seemed to be full of surprises should he announce his own to his fellow rangers......

Gwaeros
04/Mar/2011, 06:49 PM
The Four Winds

Gwaeros was surprised when Lothar jumped up and called to the whole tavern that it was his birthday today; he had assumed it was pass unmarked as always. Still, he was pleased, if rather embaressed. His cheeks flushed a little as his friend raised his mug and drank to him. By the time the cake had been brought out he was thoroughly embaressed. But, he decided, as he took a mouthful, it was good cake!

He was taken by surprise when Khallador threw a package at him, but hemanaged to catch it anyway, and a rare grin crossed his face. He turned to look at his fellow rangers as they gathered round. "I thank you, my friends, for such a warm reception," he paused, "And for the cake!"

OOC: (Thanks everyone! http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/smileys/smiley10.gif)

Lhun Elcharion
05/Mar/2011, 12:16 AM
The Four Winds



Barathonstood and walked over to Gwaeros. He then gave the fellow a hearty slap on the back and added his own well wishes.
"I would also like to wish you well on this the anniversary of your birth. Though I do not know you personally, by all accounts you are a fine fellow and quite worthy of this warm reception." he said.
Then the weathered ranger raised a mug and drank in salute to his comrade.
(OOC:Sorry I'm a little late getting in on the IC Birthday wishes. I've been a little busy in RL as of late.</font>)

Hallas C. Pehwarin
05/Mar/2011, 05:42 AM
The Four Winds

The young leader of new Watchers of Sarn Ford decided to present his own gift to his fellow ranger. He spoke in a hearty tone, " I too </font>Gwaeros have a fitting pair of gifts to present you.." With that said the young d</font>únedain</span> pulled out from behind his ranger attire with his right hand; a folded grey woolen cloak whose interior lining including the wide hood is lined with warm burgundy velvet. Pinned to the front was an ancient silver circular broach that had the White Tree of Númenor in full flower done in breathtaking black onyx and precious white ivory. In his left hand was a soft leather pouch containing a few coins that he gave to his comrade to spend as he wished during the upcoming tour at Sarn Ford. Hyarion now waited patiently for his fellow ranger's reaction to the gifts that he had just given him....</span>

Gwaeros
05/Mar/2011, 12:14 PM
The Four Winds

Gwaeros nodded at Barathon, his eyes shining with joy though his face bore only a small smile. When Hyarion also spoke of girfts, the ranger stood to accept them. Seeing what he had been given, he looked astonished, eyes travelling from the leader of the Watchers of Sarn Fordto the gifts. Then, his smile a grin now, he reached out to take the cloak and pouch. He ran his rough fingers over the brooch, taking in every detail. After a moment, he looked up again.

"I know not how to thank you, my friend," he said quietly, "for such beautiful gifts. I am blessed indeed on this day."

He sat, pushing out a chair for Hyarion and handing him a mug. "Drinks on me," he exclaimed to those around him.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
06/Mar/2011, 05:11 AM
The Four Winds

Hyarion smiled warmly at his fellow ranger Gwaeros as he accepted the gifts in gracious gratitude. He listened to his friend speak, "I know not how to thank you, my friend," "for such beautiful gifts. I am blessed indeed on this day." His friend pushed out an empty chair inviting he, Hyarion to sit down which the young d</font>únedain</span> a moment later was handed a fresh mug of Tubeng, and gave to all of his fellow rangers who were around him another quick response, "Drinks on me!" A moment after this piece was finished the surrounding area was met with a resounding clapping of hands and boisterous shouts at having a possibly endless supply of drink to slay their thirst and keep up the spirits of all during these trying times... How such camaraderie still existed among the survivors who came from the Isle of Star long ago....

It made Hyarion feel like and so the young ranger and a song began to form in his mind. He cleared his throat and looked around with his piercing blue eyes as he began to sing a tale of renown mixed with a bit the ancient lore known to all of the surviving d</font>únedain who were once part of the great northern realm of Arnor and later its later smaller kingdom of Arthedain.

</span>"In ancient times when we as a proud and valiant people came across the Great Sea to assist those who dwelled in Middle Earth against the Dark Lord's reign of terror. We fought and strove for long years finally achieving victory." "But We losses being that the realms in exile became sundered due to politics and machinations of </span>powerful councilors." "Even as dark times fell on us we still survive today with oaths to protect the innocent, weak, and those who only wish to exist with peace in their hearts and live easy and simple lives."

The young leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford now gazed around at his fellow rangers wondering what their reactions would be to his song about their people and currently their way of life....

OOC: To all this song/lay actually came into my thoughts as I thought about the history of realms in exile Arnor and Gondor, and their proud valiant people whom still fight to keep peace available for all western lands!smileys/smiley4.gif
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Angelikus Snape
07/Mar/2011, 01:11 PM
Hyarion's Personal Quarters

Emora woke from her sleep and told herself, "Oh no! Not again! Grrr...." she thought as she literally jumped out of bed. She looked around and found that Hyarion was gone. She looked at his room to try and find where he has gone off to when she saw a note on top of the table. There she saw that Hyarion had gone off to the Four Winds. She of course would follow but she had to go home to her own quarters first to freshen up and to dress up in her own Ranger attire. She then got up from where she laid, gathered her 'stuff' that she bought from the marketplace and went home to her own quarters.

Emora's Personal Quarters

Upon arrival to her own personal quarters, with all the packages that she had, she placed her stuff on her packs as she prepared to leave for Sarn Ford soon. She also placed her newly bought arrows on her quiver neatly. She then washed up, placed her Ranger garb with her green cloak, hard boiled brown leather vambraces, black boots and black surcoat. She then placed the brooch that was given to her as an engagement present by Hyarion which was crafted in the likeness of a seabird with its wings outstretched
in full flight. Each feather was inlaid with slender repeating pattern
of ivory, pearl and silver. Its beak was done in fine black onyx and the
eyes were done with two shining topaz crystals</span>and used it to pin her cloak into place. She then placed her hair into a bun and after seeing that everything was in order, she left her about to go and find out what is happening at the Four Winds.

Four Winds

Emora once again arrived at the Four Winds to find out what was going on. As she scanned the room, she saw a celebration going on. She then saw that everybody was greeting Gwaeros and it seemed that it was his birthday today. She approached the birthday celebrant and said, "Happy Birthday Gwaeros!" and gave him a present. It was a beautifully crafted dagger made by the metalsmiths of Imladris. Emora hoped that Gwaeros finds the gift useful and beautiful at the same time.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
07/Mar/2011, 01:30 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion's piercing blue eyes scanned the wide room filled with his fellow rangers. He finally caught sight of his love Emora, who was wearing somber ranger attire including a black surcoat, a pair of hard boiled brown leather vambraces strapped to her forearms. But over all that rested a fine green cloak and pinned to the front at the nape of the neck was his engagement present. His families heirloom being a beautiful
crafted broach in the likeness of a seabird with its wings outstretched
in full flight. Each feather was inlaid with slender repeating pattern
of ivory, pearl and silver. Its beak was done in fine black onyx and the
eyes were done with two shining topaz crystals. It brought a wide smile to his fair and weathered face as he sneaked his way toward her </span>lightly on his
tall soft suede brown leather
traveling boots. He spoke softly his breath seemed warm as he spoke, " Good day my love you still look ravishing whether you are wearing the garb of our people, or a fine simple dress." In his right hand he held a small tankard of Tubeng which he now waited to see if his love would be surprised and gladdened to have something to wet her surely dry throat since he had spoken only a moment before...


OOC: Good morning my fair and lovely Likus I trust your weekend was well?</font> smileys/smiley10.gifMine was not to bad spent some time with my younger nephew and niece whom were happy and delighted to see their Uncle bringing gifts of snacks!</font>smileys/smiley4.gif

Gwaeros
07/Mar/2011, 09:22 PM
The Four Winds

Gwaeros smiled slighty at Hyarion's song, before rising to recieve Emora's gift. The dagger was beautiful, obviously of an elvish make. He turned it over several times in his hands, marvelling at the craftmanship, before sliding one of his old daggers from the sheath and fitting the new one. It slid in perfectly, with a satisfying clunk, and he smiled in satisfaction.

"I thank you, my friend," he said gratefully. "I am honoured."

Leanan Sídhe
08/Mar/2011, 03:38 PM
Callandil
Innkeeper of the Four Winds</font>

"One wolf skin? Nay, two, no less!" The two of them haggled a little before settling on a price, and Callandil handed over the pack of goods. "Alright then. Hope you know what a bargain you've got!" Grinning, he turned to make a new pot of coffee.

Behind him he heard Lothar say that it was Gwaeros's birthday.
"Ah, congratulations young man! All your Tubeng today is on the house!"
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Tolkus
10/Mar/2011, 02:58 PM
The Four Winds

"Two Wolf skins!?," Lothar shook his head, "All right, though that's a bit steep." Lothar handed over the two folded skins to Callandil and took the pack of goods. Lothar took the pack back to his table still grumbling about getting the short end of the deal.

Leanan Sídhe
13/Mar/2011, 05:04 PM
Callandil
Innkeeper of the Four Winds



</font>"Steep? Not steep at all..." He
grinned. "The Weather Hills are crawling with them, but I can no longer
run after them. You can. Seems like a fair trade to me!" He took the two
pelts, checked them for quality - they were very good - and folded them
up again. The missus would use them for a pair of nice warm winter
cloaks.



"So when will you folks be off, anyway?" He asked of no one in particular.

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Hallas C. Pehwarin
23/Mar/2011, 06:13 PM
The Four Winds

The young leader of the Watchers of Sarn Ford turned around for a moment hearing the familiar banter of his friend Lothar and innkeeper Callandil. The innkeeper and fellow ranger exchanged fine wolf skins for extra supplies. Hyarion's medium sized ear covered by his dark brown hair now perked up at a question posed by Innkeeper, </font>"So when will you folks be off, anyway?" The young 21 year old </font></font>d</font>únedain</span> spoke up choosing to answer since it was his group of rangers going off into the wilds of Eriador, "Well Callandil my merry band is going to be headed for Sarn Ford taking up the Watch there, as for leaving that probably will not be too far off from now." He gave his fellow rangers a quick wink of his piercing blue eyes to inform them, that they would be moving out soon after the festivities were concluded. He turned his attention back to his love Emora while still patiently awaiting an answer to his earlier quip.

Another thought came into his mind for today was also the Falconer's birthday! A wide smile now graced the features of his weathered and handsome face. He spoke up again in a loud joyous tone, " My fellow rangers I also have some good news for today we also celebrate another birthday that being our esteemed and long lived ranger the Falconer!" Hyarion now turned his shaggy brown haired head to give his veteran comrade a steely gaze wondering if he would reply to the announcement made by his new CO of the Watchers of Sarn Ford......
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Tolkus
23/Mar/2011, 08:09 PM
The Four Winds

Letting out a hardy laugh, "AH! More drink!"Lothar called out. From the bar he grabed a tankard and a peice of cake and walked to where the Falconer was sitting. Lothar handed him the mug and cake, "Enjoy old man, and my you live to see many more."

Gwaeros
23/Mar/2011, 08:15 PM
The Four Winds

Grinning at The Falconer, who had been his companion on the journey to Osdolen, Gwaeros raised his mug. "Happy Birthday my friend!" he said heartily, then took a long gulp of tubeng. "May your days be long and happy yet." The ranger leaned back in his chair, entering into the party atmosphere. After all, it was a rare occasion they had anything to celebrate. Good times were scarce, and with the threat in the East growing with every day, they had to snatch moment of joy wherever they could.

Naith Liathant
23/Mar/2011, 09:36 PM
The Four Winds

The Falconer raised his goblet and acknowledged his friends. It had been long years since he could count himself as truly having any and he was touched at the warmth of spirit.

" To long and happy days, and to peace that may come that is not so watchful!" He raised his goblet higher, than lowered it to drink, after bringing it together with those assembled in the taproom.

" Long years it is that I have travelled alone Hyarion, and I know not how you came to know that this day is my birthday, though in truth it is. I daresay I've that blades-master in the courtyard to thank for this!" He sounded rueful, but only in jest. The Falconer was simply uncomfortable with the attention. " To all of you! The finest comrades a man could ask for, and then some!" The Falconer toasted.

Beren Camlost
24/Mar/2011, 01:05 PM
I think Tubeng should be on the house every day, muttered Khallador before taking a long sip of his drink. Khallador frowned, hearing it was the Falconer's birthday. My friend, if only I knew I would have gotten something for you, old man, Khallador divulged sadly. But he could tell that the Falconer was growing uneasy with all the attention so he decided to hush about it.

The ranger's hand went into his coin-purse and grabbed a handful of money. This should take care of your Tubeng for a week, Khallador spoke with a wink and shrugged his shoulders.Or for supplies or boarding if we ever need to stop in a village during our line of duty. Cheers, brother, and many happy returns !

Angelikus Snape
24/Mar/2011, 02:37 PM
"Oh dear Hyarion!" Emora said at the slightest sight of Tubeng. "I don't think I can accept that drink for I think it is quite strong for my taste. I'd rather have Dorwinion Red Wine because I would not want to fall asleep before we set out for Sarn Ford." she said while waited for another drink. If no drink was to come, she'll just ask the barkeep for something less of an alcoholic content than that of the Tubeng.

She then scanned the room for she heard that the Falconer was celebrating his birthday today. She approached the man and said, "Hey Falconer! Many happy returns! May you have a lot more birthdays to come." and presented him with a knife of elven-make with the words Falconer in the elven script etched lightly onto the blade. She then joined Hyarion again for the announcement that is to come.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
24/Mar/2011, 03:06 PM
The Four Winds







The young 21-year old </font></font>d</font>únedain</span> now grinned with pride as he heard his fellow ranger the Falconer
who looked a bit flustered but finally managed to speak his piece. His
tone was exuberant, happy, and filled with a slight trace of
astonishment, " To long and happy days, and to peace that may come that
is not so watchful!" Long years it is that I have travelled alone
Hyarion, and I know not
how you came to know that this day is my birthday, though in truth it
is. I daresay I've that blades-master in the courtyard to thank for
this!" " To all of you! The finest comrades a man could ask for, and
then some!"







Hyarion then raised his own tankard of Tubeng gripped
firmly by the fingers of his left hand and took a deep draft. The
refreshing strong brew helped him to clean out his sinuses, that had now
again begin to trouble him due to the change in weather. The young
leader's baritone voice was cool and filled gladness as he set down his tankard onto a nearby table, "Ah each day seems to be full of surprises." "So my friend the Falconer I have some gifts for you." The
young ranger now removed again from his person the hidden gifts being: a
short wooden scabbard covered in dark blue leather resting inside was a fine steel dagger of </font> Númenórean design.</font> The small steel conical pommel had in small filigree of gold set into the polished metal. Hyarion
also knew that its short strong steel blade had a wide fuller that was
perfect enough to be used as a throwing knife in situations that caught
even the most skilled of warriors by surprise.



From behind his back the young ranger withdrew the other gift which had been folded neatly together. The second
gift was a short sleeved hard leather tan tunic with adjustable leather
straps on either side and a matching suede leather traveling skirt; whose interior had a sheet of light steel chain-mail attached by by leather
points and interior side of the mail was lined with soft grey silk to prevent any irritation or uncomfortableness against the garments worn underneath or any exposed skin. Hyarion was momentarily distracted when he heard his love Emora's voice call out to him, "Oh dear Hyarion!" "I don't think I can accept that drink for I think it is quite strong
for my taste. I'd rather have Dorwinion Red Wine because I would not
want to fall asleep before we set out for Sarn Ford."

The new CO of the Watchers of Sarn Ford now grinned back at his love nodded his shaggy head that he had heard her request for a different drink. So the young ranger now called out in curt polite tone to Callandil the innkeeper of the Four Winds, " </font>Callandil if you can please see about rustling up some that Dorwinion Red Wine from Belfalas into a tankard for my fair Emora."</font> " If that is not available a lesser but sweet local wine will do nicely instead." Hyarion now moved over to where his love was and looped his left arm through an opening in her right arm. The young 21-year old ranger now took a deep breath and prepared himself for another important event that he now would announce to the rest of their valiant people and noble race.

He now spoke his baritone voice carrying a tone of delight, wonder, and just a sheer hint of nervousness as he began, " My fellow rangers, friends, and surviving folk of the fallen kingdom of Arnor, today I have an announcement to make before all of you." Hyarion glanced out of the corner of his left blue eye as his love for a moment before continuing in a reserved and resolute tone, "That as I and your fellow ranger Emora are going to be married!" A slow almost lopsided grin now appeared on the rugged and handsome face of the young CO of the </font>Watchers of Sarn Ford, as he gazed out across the room wondering if everyone would be either totally taken aback at this news or erupt into wild cheers offering congrats to the two of them and wondering if even their Chieftain Aragorn would have also heard the joyous news......


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Tolkus
24/Mar/2011, 05:35 PM
The Four Winds

After downing his forth tankard of Tubeng, Lothar let out a loud cheer at the announcement of Hyarion and Emora's engaugment. He walked over to the leader of the Watchers and his lady and said to them both, "Most happy congratulations... I wish you both well and a happy life together." Lothar then walked over to the bar set his tankard down and said to Callandil, "Thank you for the ale, but I'm in need of coffee now if you please." He gave a big smile.

Lothar sat down at the bar taking in all that had happened that day, two birthday celebrations and an engaugement, it was a rare and happy time among these Rangers of the North. As he sat he mused on the past few months that seemed now years ago. Lothar had come from the northern area of the mountains around Angmar where he had been sent to watch for Orc movements. He remember the cold and lonely days going by, and when his time there was up he found his way back to Osdolen hoping to have a new assignment. He thoughtof those he had met here and the friends he was making and made. He smiled brightly as he thought on the days here spent in the Four Winds. Then he shook his head and relaxed.

Leanan Sídhe
26/Mar/2011, 04:04 PM
Callandil
Innkeeper of the Four Winds

</font>"Another birthday!? You are going to drink me dry, you are." Callandil said, though he was smiling while he said it and hoisted his cup to the Falconer. "Here's to you old friend, have a good one, and your drink's on the house." He returned to his coffee-making affairs and had just finished making a fresh pot when Hyarion came over and asked for a Dorwinion.

Callandil frowned at him. "A Dorwinion? Where do you think we are, Rivendell? Any idea how far away that half-forgotten city is? Dorwinion... you'd think we were a fancy tavern on the Fourth Circle of the White City and not a small grubby hall in the middle of nowhere." He sniggered. "I have a Shire-brew for you and that's the fanciest I've got." He poured the sweet red wine in a glass and handed it over to the man.

When just a few seconds later Hyarion announced that he was engaged to the lady Emora Callandil sighed and once more hoisted his cup. "To the happy couple! I swear, we haven't had such cheer in here for a long time!"

Turning to Lothar, he nodded at his request and poured him a cup. "One coffee for you my friend, much better a drink for this time of day, I tell you!"
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Hallas C. Pehwarin
26/Mar/2011, 04:40 PM
The Four Winds

Hyarion now heard an immediate cheer and turned his piercing blue eyes to see that it was his good friend and fellow ranger, Lothar! His friend spoke in hearty tone ,"Most happy congratulations... I wish you both well and a happy life together." The young CO of the Watchers of Sarn Ford now again smiled and spoke in kind and cheerful tone, "Thank you my friend I'm sure we will have a good long life." " After our tour is completed at Sarn Ford, the wedding and its probably somewhat lavish ceremony will give all of our people a change to revile in happiness and joy." The young dúnedain then heard the annoyed voice of </font>Callandil. So Hyarion turned his fair and weathered face to him seeing the former ranger frown as he spoke,</font> "A Dorwinion? Where do you think we are,
Rivendell? Any idea how far away that half-forgotten city is?
Dorwinion... you'd think we were a fancy tavern on the Fourth Circle of
the White City and not a small grubby hall in the middle of nowhere."</font> "I have a Shire-brew for you and that's the fanciest I've got."

The young ranger picked up the tankard filled with the sweet local wine available from the Shire and spoke curt tone, "Thanks Callandil, so here is your coins for the wine." Hyarion reached down to his slim and fit waist of his hard</font></font> </font> leather </font>sleeveless black tunic</font> where his </font>plain grey belt was and noted his weapons of warfare and his two brown leather pouches </font>containing some healing herbs, bandages, water skin, a medium sized amount of coin from his Uncle Rinon, and a tiny amount of pipe-weed though he needed a new pipe. He undid the flap of the second one and withdrew the soft grey leather pouch and undid the strings. With nimble fingers of his left hand the young d</font>únedain placed on the bar's counter top two gold coins along with two silver coins which should be enough to lessen the barman's ire toward him and any more drinks he might wish to have. The young ranger then turned back to his love Emora and extend his right hand that held the tankard of sweet red wine.
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Tolkus
26/Mar/2011, 05:05 PM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE leftmargin="1" topmargin="1" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1">Taking the coffee Lothar tossed a coin on the bar. He noded to Callandil, "You are right, this is a much better drink." He took asip and reactaed with a stun look on his face than a large smile, "In fact my friend, this is the best coffe you've madeyet." Lothar put three more coins on the bar and asked, "Can I have a pot of this to take to my table?"

Leanan Sídhe
26/Mar/2011, 09:37 PM
Callandil
Innkeeper of the Four Winds

</font>The innkeeper laughed at Hyarion's reaction. "There now youngster, I was only pulling your leg. Though if you want Dorwinion red in here, you got to go to Dorwinion to get it for me; they don't generally deliver in the middle of nowhere." He winked at the young Dúnadan and swiped the coins off the bar.

He laughed when Lothar remarked the coffee to be the best ever. "It is? Well, I better have a taste myself! And of course you can, here, let me pour it into a better-looking container." He did as stated and pushed the thing handle-first towards his customer.

"I think I'm going to miss you all once you start travelling! Business will be a lot worse, for one."
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Tolkus
28/Mar/2011, 05:43 PM
The Four Winds

Lothar took the pot and said to Callandil, "It will be us who shall miss your place. Warm fire good drink, decent food..." he looked to see if Callandil had noticed that and continued, "A place to relax like this shall be greatly missed in the lone lands to the south." Lothar nodded to Callandil and walked to his table.

He sat down by Gwaeros and placed the pot on the table and an extra mug. "Have some my friend, it's the best coffee he's made in a while." Lothar said with a laugh. He looked to his friend, "I hope you have enjoyed your day and the celebrations. It may be a long time before we see this place again oranything like it."

Gwaeros
28/Mar/2011, 05:58 PM
The Four Winds

A small smile crossed Gwaeros' face as Lothar came to sit beside him, bringing a pot of coffee and an extra mug for him. He took the offered mugappreciatively and poured himself a drink, taking a long swallow of coffee. It was quite crowded in the tavern, and with more people than he had seen in a long time, he felt a little out of place. Still, the coffee was good! Taking another drink, he swallowed before answering his friend.

"Tis good, I thank you." He paused, shifting in his chair, "I have indeed enjoyed the celebrations. It does us good to celebrate; scarcely do we experience such times of hope." He gathered the gifts he had been given and placed his gear carefully in his pack. Hiseyes grew distant, sorrowful."Soon enough we will leave this place of shelter behind, and who knows if we shall ever return."

Beren Camlost
07/Apr/2011, 02:19 PM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE align=left marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1"> Toast, bacon, and porridge, innkeep - don't be stingy with thebutter or sugar,Khalladorrequested of Callandil and smiled wryly. Plum and knife, too, please. Callandil always refused to slice up the fruit for his oatmeal. And a tankard of Tubeng for me and a cup of punch for my friend. The bearded, shaggy-haired Ranger glanced at the door, wondering if she would appear. Her name's Emeralda, a local girl whose slain father was a Ranger, Khallador mentioned with a frown - shehad loved her fathervery much -as he took a seat at one of the tables inside the taproom ; he lowered his pack for the journey to Sarn Ford on the tabletop. I met her during assignment justa week ago in Archet ; saved my life from some bandits who wanted to cut my throat.
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<DIV =WebWizRTE align=left marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1"> Khallador had wanted the girl to take some time thinking this whole thing through, if she really wanted to lay her life on the line to quest with the Dúnedain. Emeralda was a dependable daughter ; though she was a young adult, she still looked after her mother. So he had given theyoung womana week ; she had directions to Osdolen that he had divulged and Emeralda was a smart girl and knew the land very well so he had no doubt she'd not get lost.Girl's pretty good in a fight and she's got spirit, wants to honor her father by joining our ranks - or fighting alongside us - so I invited her here. Emeralda will be one of the Watchers of Sarn Ford, coming with me and the guys and Emora if Hyarion thinks it's all right.
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<DIV =WebWizRTE align=left marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1"> Khallador folded his strong arms on the table and leaned, smirked at Callandil. It's going to be kind of empty while we're all gone, he mentioned ; the Falconer, Hyarion, Lothar, and Gwaeros were the regulars, always frequenting the taproom. Will you miss us while we're gone ? One thing's for sure, you'll save plums ! He chortled and kept his eye on the door, wondering who'd walk in next - a veteran or perhaps someone else newother thanEmeralda.
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Kylestiall Embersong
07/Apr/2011, 04:50 PM
The morning sun had him in a chipper mood. It's warming rays shining through the window, a beacon ofthe new day. He had arrived late last night, and after a quick bite to eat he had found a room. Today however, had a purpose. Purposefully he got dress, trying to remember the melody to a song he had been working on. He glanced over to one of his bags to see his beloved lutes neck sticking out, wishing he had time to write down the tune before he forgot. A break in the suns rays renewed his drive though, snapping him out of his short daydream.

It was still fairly early and Kylestiall was humbled to see that so many were already awake and preparing for the coming day. He looked around hoping to find someone who might fit the description he had been given. Finally he noticed one such figure sitting, cutting up a plum in front of the innkeeper he had met late last night. Just then he thought of a perfect transition for the song he had been working on, causing his smile to appear even more genuine as he approached the table.
</font>"Excuse me, Khallador I presume?</font>" He asked, just as the man folded his arms upon the table.Kylestiall placed his hand over his heart and bowed slightly before the man. "I was hoping I could join you, in more ways than one actually." </font>Callandil, turned to regard him, and then gave smilein recognition, "Ah Kylestiall or rather Ember if memory serves me right!" </font>The song stopped playing in his head, his smile slightly dropping for a moment as he searched his memory, trying to think how this innkeep could possibly know his nickname. They talkedbrieflythe night before, but he knew he hadn't given that information. Before he could think any further or harder, Callandil let out a good laugh and patted Khallador on the back, "Look at that face! You would think I tried to stab him or something! "</font> His laugh continued, " After last night I couldn't help but recognize you, though I wasn't sure how. After you taken your room I taught about it more as the night played on, and finally it hit me! You're the old Embersongs son! "</font>
"I... I.. Didn't know my father had business here.."</font> Ember replied, still a little shocked, though much more at ease.
"I am thinking there are many things you might not have known about your father my friend, take a seat here with Khallador while I fetch you some breakfast, your father always loved my porridge with a good glob of honey and banana slices, I'd bet you would too!" </font>Before Ember could even speak, his head still just a mix of thoughts and emotions, the inn-keep was off fetching the meal, and he was sitting before a bearded man whose arms were still crossed on the table. His thoughts regained instantly as he thought, if only I could grow a beard like that...

Tolkus
07/Apr/2011, 05:44 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lothar was up early as was his way, he didn't expect to see anyone in the taproom save those who passed out here the night before. As he entered he saw Khallador sitting with some one, Lothar gave a quick wave and walked over to the bar. "Good morning Callandil, tis a glorious morning this day." he said with a wink, "I would like something to eat, nothing big mind you, and some of that most delious coffee of your's that even the Elves would envy." Lothar laughed and walked over to the table where Khallador sat. "Good morning my good friend," he said to Khallador as he sat at a table beside him.Edited by: Tolkus

Hallas C. Pehwarin
07/Apr/2011, 08:40 PM
The Four Winds~ Following Morning

Hyarion had chosen to rise very early since today was when he and his fellow rangers; Barathon,</span> </font>son of Garathon, </span> his good comrades Lothar and Gwaeros, Khallador, his love Emora, The Falconer, and </span></font>Thurindir</span></font> would depart Osdolen and head for the crucial river cross point of Sarn Ford. For their long Chieftains had always stationed a contingent of Rangers there keeping a resolute Watch around the lonely vacated lands that had once been the great northern Kingdom of Arnor. The young leader let out a soft sigh escape his pale pink lips as he quickly dressed into simple but effective Ranger garb.</span></font> Hyarion </font>wore </font></font>a
long sleeved cotton green shirt tucked neatly into a pair of woolen
black pants ends were neatly tucked into his footwear. The young ranger
had </font>protected his lower legs and feet were a </font>pair of tall knee high brown leather riding boots. Over that rested a </font>slightly heavier short sleeved black suede tunic,
</font>whose sleeves from the shoulder the
elbow each had a mesh of chainmail
attached securely by leather points. The interior of the mail was lined with soft grey
silk </font>t</font>o prevent chafing against the
garments resting underneath or any exposed skin. </font></font>



Over this finely
crafted inner tunic was a sleeveless hard leather tan tunic
that offered moderate protection while not hindering mobility.
Protecting his lower body from waist to thigh was a matching tan suede
leather traveling skirt, whose interior had a sheet of identical
chainmail attached like the above mentioned tunic was secured by leather
points and interior lined with soft </font></font>grey</font> silk. </font>Protecting
his forearms were a set of two-piece leather vambraces; an inner
patterned guard and an outer plate of boiled tan leather tooled with</span></span></span></span></span></font> </font>a
set of seabird's wings and matching burgundy tabs to protect his
callused hands from injuries or carelessness. Over the waist of the
exterior hard leather tunic was his plain black belt. </font>Attached to it were </span></span></span></span></span>
two brown leather pouches containing a small amount of healing herbs</font> and bandages and a some coins part of the wealth given to him by his uncle Rinon.
Also located on the right side was a smaller wooden scabbard covered in
grey leather that crisscrossed down its entire length. The short scabbard was simple having a hard leather locket and chap that held a long steel dagger of </span></span>Númen</span>órean design.

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On the left side of the belt rested his </font>his plain wooden scabbard that hung straight down and was wrapped in black leather the crisscrossed down its entire length. </span></font>The scabbard was capped with a simple bronze </span>locket and a matching bronze </span>chape that matched the conical steel pommel of ranger hand-and-half sword inside. The hand grip was wide enough for Hyarion's callused hands to be placed upon it for the delivery of a two-hand blow when needed or necessary. The handgrip </span>also had six steel rings and was inter-laid with strips of thick red leather.</font> This sword's crossguard was </span>a
simple of flattened
polished steel was etched on either side was the stylized pattern of two
seabird's wings outstretched in full flight and was inlaid with a gold
filigree. The three and quarter foot steel blade followed and was given a
standard fuller down most of the length of the polished steel stopping
short before the end of the blade. It tapered off to a fine point
perfect for thrusting into more heavily armored foes, and was sharpened
on both sides!

Over all of the somber attire rested his dark grey
woolen cloak and upon the front at the nape of his small slightly thick
neck rested a finely crafted broach shaped in the likeness of rayed and 6
pointed silver star. This was the only present ornamentation worn by
all of the Rangers of the North, including their long lived Chieftains.</font> The young d</span></font>únedain picked up the strap of his worn faded brown traveling pack which carried additional clothing, simple leather armor and skirts, a small amount of wealth th</span></font>at he had managed to have been graciously given to him by his Uncle Rinon, a clean kit for his ranger sword and fine dagger, extra bedding since he intended to rest for a short bit once reaching their destination, and a few other toiletries.

His piercing blue eyes now glanced around the inn noting his fellow rangers and whom he counted as good friends Lothar and Khallador were already tucking into their morning meals... The food smelled good as Hyarion inhaled the rich aromas and finally spoke his baritone voice echoing a bit, " It seems </span></font>Callandil</font> may have out done himself this time in preparing a wonderful morning meal for all of us as we prepare to depart and do our duty defending the crucial river cross point of Sarn Ford." The young leader took up a seat next to his friends and poured himself a mug of hot refreshing black coffee choosing to add a hint of sugar and cream and hint of Cinnamon for extra flavor. Hyarion now again flicked his blue eyes around wondering when his love Emora might grace the Inn with her presence which always seemed to help ease his nerves and calm his raging thoughts swirling around in his mind.....
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Gwaeros
07/Apr/2011, 10:44 PM
The Wall

Waking early, Gwaeros had risen before sunrise and dressed quickly, before spending some time gathering and checking his gear. He had mended all the tears in his clothing the night before, and spent a while checking and cleaning his horse's tack. Now he was ready to leave, but, as it was still early, he set his pack in a safe place before heading out into the morning. The air still retained the dawn chill, and the stones were damp as he walked, but the rising sun promised warmth, and the sky was clear. A smile touched his lips as he turned his pale face towards the sun's rays, closing his eyes as he savoured the heat on his skin. He was wearing hisnew grey cloak; the crisp morning did not make him shiver, but it was, nonetheless, pleasant to feel the warmth, and he smiled wider, humming to himself.

The Four Winds

A while later, Gwaeros' feet led him into the taproom, and he noticed his friend Lothar was there. Lengthening his stride, he came silently up alongside the other man.

"Good morning."

Rainelle Hérandil
07/Apr/2011, 11:06 PM
En rout to, and arriving at, Four Winds

A beautiful chestnut mare clip-clopped along the trail, dark mane and tail glossy and sleek. A small white star was in the center of the horse's forehead. On it's back, in a simple but pretty leather saddle, was a young lady riding straddle, not side-saddle like most women did. She wore a dark green dress with leggings underneath, and a brown cloak with the hood pulled up, her long dark hair mostly hidden inside. She wore a wooden longbow on her back, with a quiver full of arrows, a long knife at her side. Today, she also carried a light, one handed sword, which was a bit short for a man, but for her it was the perfect length, and weight. This was hanging from her side by a leather belt, the opposite side of where her knife was. She wore durable boots of light brown leather.

Emeralda guided Elerrína along the path, glancing around as she traveled. She was following the directions given her by the ranger, Khallador. She had already been up for a few hours, traveling. She was very excited about this; she was going to Osdolen, the hidden stronghold city of the rangers, and was going to be joining them! Her emerald green eyes shone brightly with excitement, even though the journey seemed a bit dull. She didn't mind it that much though, she enjoyed nature, and she also enjoyed the company of her horse. Usually more than that of other people. She smirked slightly to herself at that thought, then, with an extra rush of excitement, she spotted a landmark she had been told to keep watch for.

Shortly after that, she found herself leading her horse through the gates of the city, looking around curiously. She left Elerrína safely with the person in the stables. She gentle stroked the horse's muzzle and neck a little bit before she left her, then walked back out into the street, the morning sun shining down on her. She pushed her hood back and smiled happily, the sun now beaming down on her dark wavy hair, which flowed around her shoulders and down her back. There was the place he had asked her to meet him at, the Four Winds. She exhaled slowly, calming herself before walking slowly up to the door. Not only was she excited, she was a little nervous as well, since she had only met Khallador. She had no idea how many others there may be in there, or how they might welcome her, or if they would laugh at her for wanting to join them.

Finally she pushed the door open and stepped inside, glancing around quickly and blinking a bit as her eyes adjusted to the light in here, dim after the brightness from outside. She spotted Khallador after a moment, and saw that he was slightly surrounded. Kylestiall, whom she had also met in the forest that day she helped Khallador, someone who seemed to be a bartender of sorts, and three others who she guessed to be rangers as well. She bit her lower lip lightly, feeling a little nervous again. She was always more comfortable getting acquainted with animals than she was with meeting new people, especially in this case. She worried they wouldn't think she would be any good at anything because she was woman, and a very young one at that, and they might laugh at her and tell her to go home or something. And, though she wanted to let it be known that she was good at fighting and archery and all of that stuff, she didn't want to boast and build herself up and such.

She smoothed her long hair back, gathering it all together and pulling it all around over one shoulder, and walked toward where Khallador was, slightly timid in her steps, but trying to seem more confident. That day back in the forest with the bandits now seemed to have happened ages ago, and though she was happy and excited to be here, she realized she felt a little bit out of place.</font> "I came, as I said I would."</font> She said a bit softly, upon reaching the group and standing somewhat near Khallador, her slender hands clasped loosely in front of her. She smiled and tried not to look as nervous and timid as she felt, taking a brief glance toward the others before returning her emerald gaze back to Khallador.

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Tolkus
08/Apr/2011, 01:17 PM
The Four Winds

With a start Lothar wheeled around to see his good friend Gwaeros standing behind him. "Feeling daring today are we?" Lothar said with a laugh. "Come, sit, I've ordered that great coffee. Will you join me?" Lothar saw Hyarion walk in and gave him a friendly wave. Then in came a stranger, a young woman, to Khallador's table. Lothar looked over to the Ranger, "You seem popular this morning, who are your friends?" he asked as he motioned at the two new people.

OOC: @Rillewen (your discrestion least other wse noted in the OP)