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Tarawen
30/Sep/2011, 04:19 AM
Maenorthrond</font>
Training Grounds of the Rangers of the North

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To receive training, you must take the Oath of the Rangers at Osdolen (forum_posts.asp?TID=241550), thereby pledging your service to Aragorn, the Chieftain of the Dúnedain of the North.

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A
few days' journey from Osdolen, among the northernmost Weather Hills,
lies hidden the ancient training grounds of the Dúnedain of the North.
Its stone buildings and well-kept grounds are hidden from sight in the
glen formed where three hills meet, shielded by the thickly forested
area. To reach it, one must navigate the hills and find the signs that
lead through the dense trees to the clearing that houses Maenorthrond ("fort of the skilled," Sindarin), the Training
Grounds.

Rangers of the North have come to Maenorthrond's hidden halls and grounds for generations to acquire
new skills as well as keep their old skills sharp. Both newly-minted
and veteran Rangers come here, for the training offered is both
comprehensive and of such quality that even the most experienced Ranger
will benefit in some way by undertaking his or her own training.

As
you enter the grounds, you can stable your horse if you have one in the
shared stables on the southeast corner of the grounds. A dirt path
leads northward to the Great Hall, where registration and some of the training
takes place. A kitchen situated there provides food and beverage to trainers and trainees alike. To the west of the Hall lies the Archery and Combat
Range, and to the north of the Hall lies the Endurance Course. You walk
toward the Hall first and once there, you must register yourself with
the Master of the Training Grounds (Peldir/Tarawen) by entering the Hall and signing in.
Seizing the quill and scratching it upon the parchment scroll that sits upon on a
dark-stained wooden table, you record the following information:



Your name:
Experience in combat, healing, and survival:
Skills to offer:
Skills desired:</font>


Once you have registered, you may seek out training in any of the following areas:



The Tracking and Survival Grounds (run by Telamar/Tolkus)</font>

Here,
trainees will answer questions about how to track a variety of
creatures through a variety of terrains. They will additionally get
practice at tracking through a series of simulated courses. Trainees
who pursue survival skills here will be quizzed on how to survive on
one's own in the wilderness and even gain practice at their new
knowledge.

Color code: #663300</font>



The Halls of Healing (run by Girion "Grizzly" Grimstaff/Rian)</font>

Inside
the main Hall, trainees in the art of healing will learn the lord of
healing in addition to gaining practice at creating medicinal recipes.
Often there will be a wounded Ranger in the Halls, and trainees will
have the chance to observe the healing process and try their own hand at
it once they have enough experience.

Color code: #339900</font>



The Archery and Combat Range (run by Aithril/Tarawen and Moriel)</font>

Here
trainees will learn the basics of archery and sword-based combat.
Trainees will learn basic skills as well as have a chance to try dueling
and combat with training partners and teachers.

Color code: #666666</font>



The Endurance Course (run by Celegon/Tarawen)</font>

All
rangers should be in top physical form, allowing them to endure
hardships and the physical demands of combat with ease. This training
course will put your endurance, agility, and physical prowess in general
to the test.

Color code: #0066CC </font>



Each
area of the Training Grounds is run by a different Ranger, highly
skilled and accomplished in the field in which they will train you. Approach
them and ask for training and they may take you on as a trainee. Be
sure to follow all directions they give and answer all questions they
may pose to you, or you may not complete your training satisfactorily.
Once you complete your training in one area, you may proceed to any of
the other areas or leave the Training Grounds altogether. It all
depends on what training you think you will need to fulfill your oath to
Aragorn, Chieftain of the Dúnedain.




Other areas within Maenorthrond and their posting colors:

Great Hall/Registration Table (Managed by Peldir/Tarawen)
Color code: #333399</font>

Dining Hall
Color code: #993300</font>


Rules:

- All are welcome, just please be sure that you have a Ranger character who has taken the oath at Osdolen (forum_posts.asp?TID=241550) first.

- General Plaza rules apply.

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Please post in the color designated for the training area you are in make note of the area you are in at the top of your post.</font>
- All posts should meet or exceed 550 characters (about 6 lines of text in the text box).</font>

- Keep it IC; white out all OOC comments (OOC comments must be accompanied by an IC post).

- Sigs off, please.

- Have fun!
















Edited by: Tarawen

Rian Eliowen
30/Sep/2011, 07:24 AM
Dairen stabled his faithful horse and walked from the southeast corner where the stables were situatedto the Hall where he was to register with the Master of the Training Grounds. He had decided that despite having been a professional mercenary soldier for most of his life, there were some gaps in his skills and experiences, and he hoped that a refresher course would help him get back his 'edge'. As well as wishing to fulfil his recent Rangers oath to the best of his potential he also wanted to stay alive for as long as possible, and rusty skills were as good as a death sentance out here in the lone lands. It seemed that he might be the first one here today, so he didn't rush as helaboriously filled in the register - Dairen hadn't had much schooling.
name: Dairen Eliowen. (that part was easy!)
experience in combat, healing, and survival: Some of each - he wrote, in his usual terse manner,Dairen wasa man of few words on the whole.
Skills desired: tracking and woodscraft skills, some healing and weapons training are always useful, and thenIwill test my fitness on the endurance course, he wrote.
Dairen then took a seat and waited for some othersto join him!

Tarawen
01/Oct/2011, 09:50 PM
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Peldir</font></font>
Registration Table, Great Hall</font></font>

Morning had broken on a crisp fall day; the leaves rustled outside of the Hall as the sun rose to herald the coming of a new day. Peldir had long been awake, striding the rooms of the Great Hall in preparation for training. He himself no longer trained Rangers here, though once he had been the master of the combat area. As his years lengthened, though, he had slipped into the more behind-the-scenes operations of Maenorthrond, manning the registration table, maintaining its grounds, and overseeing the trainers in their respective areas.

He had just emerged from the kitchens with a simple breakfast of buttered bread and an apple (he had always preferred a simple, easy diet) and was walking to the registration table when he saw a man (Dairen) enter the Hall. Peldir's grey locks were well-kept if long, his weathered and calloused hands holding his food in a firm grip as he strode through the echoing stone hall. Peldir sat himself down at the registration table to enjoy his morning meal and to greet the newcomer.

"Welcome to Maenorthrond, son," he said in a rough, gravelly voice that, despite its timbre was kind and welcoming. He reached over and grabbed the registration papers. "I see you've signed up for some training. Tracking and survival, weapons, endurance . . . Mmm. We can help you satisfy all those needs right here, friend. Thing is, they're all in different spaces in the grounds, so you'll have to prioritize what you want to do first. What would you like to start with?" Peldir took a loud bite of his apple, munching on it as he looked intently at this new trainee through dark green eyes.</font>

</font>UPDATE: The time of year is fall. </font>
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Edited by: Tarawen

Asha'bellanar
01/Oct/2011, 10:05 PM
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Elegost NPC
Registration Table - Grand Hall

Elegost put his mare Nionwen in a stable and stroked her head gently, to assure her he'd be coming back. He had happily journeyed to the training grounds, with the faith that he would sharpen his abilities, and maybe even learn a few new ones. An Oath was invalid if you could not live up to it, and Elegost wanted to not only keep his vow but demonstrate he was humble enough to learn from his fellow rangers. Walking down the dirt path to the Great Hall in his usual attire; </font>dark brown and green layered fabric, coats, and leather protective wear. If the day warmed up, or he was too overdressed, he could easily strip down to his tunic and leggings. Elegost had brought his bow and quiver of course, along with his blade, strapped to the belt around his waist. As he entered, he could see Dairen already there, Elegost greeted him as he registered on the parchment set out on a dark-stained wooden table. When Dairen had finished, he advanced and bowed his head to the dark-haired man Peldir, before turning towards the scroll and</font> signing up too.</font>

Your name:</font> </font>Elegost</font>
</font>Experience in combat, healing, and survival:</font> </font>Extensive </font>years of occasional combat.</font>
</font>Skills to offer:</font> </font>General archery mastery, hunting/tracking, fishing, and cooking.</font>
</font>Skills desired:</font> </font>Further expertise with a bow and arrow, survival, endurance, and healing.</font>
















Edited by: Sur Vanar Utírieste

Rian Eliowen
04/Oct/2011, 01:07 AM
Girion 'Grizzly'Grimstaff - Halls of Healing

'Grizzly'Grimstaff looked around at his ship shape and well stocked hospital wing. He had been retired to Maenorthrond as chief healer and herbalist for some years now, as his arthritis was only getting worse, and he could no longer get around so easily as he once did. A veteran of a number expeditions and many desperate battles with orcs and evil creatures, 'Grizzly' as he was affectionately called, had lived in the lone lands his whole life. After a close shave with death from troll related injuries, he had been obliged to dedicate himself to healing and training other rangers and had even travelled to Imladris to study with Elrond the Half-Elven at one time. That was a good thirty years ago and he was considerably greyer and more grizzly than he had been then. He was in sore need of an assistant, but many younger rangers these days were more interested in blood and glory than in the patient art of healing and herb gathering. The current chief of the Dunadain, Aragorn son of Arathorn was a notable exception to this trend, being one of the most highly skilled healers who had ever attended Maenorthrond, as Grizzly Grimstaff liked to point out to his trainees. He dug out his training materials in preparation for the next intake of rangers to visit Maenorthrond, and smoked a pipe of Longbottom leaf while he waited for the new recruits to arrive. He proposed to run through the basics of battlefield first aid, and then when they were up to speed on that, work on longer term treatments for injury and illness. It was likely that before the Autumn was through there would be a number of real live patients for them to work with.


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Dairen[/b]</st1:place></u1:place> watched an older man enter the hall carrying an apple and some bread. He soon discovered that this was the legendary <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Peldir[/B], and the veteran welcomed him after reading the cursory details on <st1:place><u1:place>Dairen</st1:place></u1:place>'s registration form. <st1:place><u1:place>Dairen</st1:place></u1:place> replied courteously, but before answering Peldir's question, turned and waved to Elegost, who had just entered the hall. beckoning him over to the table.
"Where do <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">you[/B] think we should start first?" he asked "Weapons, healing or tracking and survival?"

Hallas C. Pehwarin
06/Oct/2011, 10:25 PM
NPC~ Rinon (Stephen) Pehwarin~
Ranger of the North, lord of a noble minor Númenórean family, and father of Hallas
C. Pehwarin </span>along with another of his kin</span> </span>Sorondo (C.) Veryandil,</span> Ranger of the North

Registration Table, Great Hall

It did not take the two rangers long to reach the fabled training grounds of their hearty long lived race. Both young and middle aged secured their respective steeds; Nólaquen (Aaron) and Lilía (Lydia)</span> in the southeast corner. Together did Rinon and Sorondo enter the Great Hall their walk both one of veteran the other still new to being a ranger less than 8 years of service to their Chieftain. Rinon's callused hand pushed back his black and grey bangs of his shoulder length hair eyeing the receptionist with his keen green eyes. Taking a piece of parchment did the 62- year old northern d</span>únedain begin to write down the pertinent information in the flowing elven script used by his people known as </span>Angerthas Daeron or </span>Daeron's Runes.

Name: Rinon Pehwarin, rightful lord of this faithful and valiant</span> Númenórean family

Experience in Combat, Healing, and Survival: Great in each area for I have traveled across Middle Earth like our Chieftain!

Skills to offer: Combat being either swordsmanship, spearsmanship, and archery!

Skills desired: A bit of each to refresh my memory! Rinon chuckled heartily at that particular comment. Since this was the first time back to the training grounds in nearly thirty years!

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Sorondo then took up the 2nd piece of parchment and followed his superior in filling out the form required by his fellow rangers as they trained and honed their many skills...

Name: </span>Sorondo (C.) Veryandil

Experience in Combat, Healing, and Survival: Some in each area for I've traveled across Eriador for the last 8 years!

Skills to offer: None yet though skilled with a sword.

Skills desired: More on the tracking abilities... Since it wet weather when I read the signs usually become more harder to read to track my opponent or prey. Here Sorondo was entirely truthful since his tracking abilities were not so good!

Now both rangers took a seat beside their fellow d</span>únedain patiently awaiting each their trainer.</span>

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Moriel
10/Oct/2011, 04:06 AM
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Moriel</font>

Combat Range


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Maenorthrond: an ancient compound nestled in a shaded valley, where generations of northern rangers had come to train, the blood of ancient Númenor lingering in their veins to make them strong and virile, hardy enough to stand up to the harsh climate of their chosen land. That day Moriel was not feeling particularly ancient, but Númenor flowed as strongly in her as it did the day she was born on the Forostar. It had been more than three thousand years since the peredhel had farewelled her island nation as it vanished beneath the waves, but on days such as these, when the wind eddied and raced through the gully in little swirls, picking up her hair and carrying with it the scent of coming winter she could imagine, briefly, that she stood beneath the swell of Sorontil in autumn. But when she opened her eyes, Moriel saw naught but the fading greenery of the Weather Hills. Her cobalt gaze swept the scene- the buildings of Maenorthrond upon the next hill, the trees at the back of her small domain, and the range itself.

Moriel had been there in the beginning when, under Aranarth, Maenorthrond had been formed, after Fornost when the kings had receded into chieftains, withdrawn into hills to carve out a secretive existence. Little had changed since the time of Aravir, the fourth chieftain, and the last under whom she had served, until recent months. Mere weeks ago she had come to Maenorthrond again, seeking in her return a position in which she might impart some of her wealth of experience to the people who had always welcomed her home. Much as her history was unknown to her fellows, for the deeds of the Dúnedain were seldom recorded, particularly into the antiquity in which she had found herself a participant, the very stones of the place called out to the peredhel, familiar and enduring. It was fortunate indeed that upon her arrival to Maenorthrond that she had found the training grounds in need of an instructor in combat, a position which Moriel was eminently suited to fill.

This morning the combat range was quiet, a light wind ruffling the grass. It was a long, broad field, dirt turned up here and there the ground had been worn by sparring partners. The archery range lay just over the hill adjoining the flat field, where Aithril trained rangers with bow and arrow. At the edge of the combat range stood a long, low shed, its doors flung open to reveal racks and racks of weapons: swords, staves, spears, halberds, axes, maces, and hammers. There were wooden weapons, padded weapons, blunt weapons, and some of live steel; leather wrapped pads and protective clothing, gloves, spare pieces of many types of armor; all the accoutrements of martial training. Moriel stood alone in the center of the field- none had yet sought her out this day, and so she took the opportunity to get in a bit of training of her own.

In her hands she grasped a pair of falchions (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/TheDunedain/falchi&#111;n.jpg), weapons unlike any of those found in the shed. The twin blades gleamed in the light, razor edges singing as they skimmed through the air. Each pommel was figured like the head of a wolf, sapphires bringing a gleam to their cold eyes. The black leather-wrapped hilts were just slightly larger than a handspan, allowing for an additional grip if necessary, though the short, heavy blades were intended to be wielded each with a single hand. Every muscle in Moriel’s long, lean body engaged as she took up an odd guard: her stance wide she hunched slightly forward from the waist, left falchion extended forward across her body, while the light rested false edge down across the back of her shoulders. In this attitude she appeared much like a mountain cat- curled in relaxation, but ready at any second to strike. And strike she did, lashing out at some unseen opponent. A practiced eye watching the shadow fight could have seen the phantom antagonist strike at the peredhel and her immediate parry as she removed her left leg from threat in a fluid motion, sliding her blade along the invisible sword to engage its foible and turn it back, at once leaping forward to pass into her opponent, forcing it to give ground as she disengaged, coming forth with a high thrust from the right.

Her movements were clean and compact, without excess use of the energy clearly contained in her form, each attack and defense precise and intentional. There was a savage beauty it the combat, the subtle dance of predator and prey. Moriel’s expression grew more feral as she attacked her phantom foe, unleashing a devastating series of cuts onto it, pushing it back and back until in her mind’s eye it raised both hands to reinforce its blade and protect itself, and in that undefended moment she thrust home: one blow, straight to the heart. For a moment Moriel paused, savoring the exhilaration and the extension and engagement of her body, from the grounded rear foot to the joint of her shoulder and the perfect alignment of her outstretched right arm. With a short laugh to herself, the peredhel straightened and scraped stray tendrils of hair from her forehead with the back of her hand. With a quick, practiced motion, she sheathed both blades across her back. From her belt, Moriel retrieved a length of leather cord and, as she walked back towards the shed, gathered her thick black hair in her hands and bound it back away from her face. Upon the rail of the shed sat a flask, which she took up, and from it took a long draught of clear water. A quiet morning it had been… but perhaps new blood, or old blood wishing refreshing, would soon join her.</font>

Tarawen
10/Oct/2011, 09:32 PM
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Peldir</font>
Registration Table</font>

"Well, for a fine awakening on this clear morning I'd say start with combat." He perused the registration papers once more. "Dairen, eh? I'm Peldir, excuse my lack of introduction. I like to get down to business, see, so everyone comes out the more skilled from their time at Maenorthrond. Yep, I'd say start with weapons and combat. We've got two excellent ladies out there in the range who can show you how it's done. If it's archery you're wanting, head on out and ask for Aithril. She's gonna be the shorter of the two women you'll see out there; raven-haired, blue-eyed. Wearing brown and grey from head to foot."

He gestured vaguely in the direction of the archery grounds with one hand as he held up the apple to his mouth for another large bite with the other. Still chewing the crisp fruit, he said, "If you'd like to start with combat and swordplay, Moriel's the gal to see. Not, strictly speaking, that she's a young gal. Older than any of us by thousands of years, she is. But she's got a youthful look about her. She'll be the taller of the two women out there, and mind you watch yourself--you don't want to forget any of the information she's got to share!"

Peldir set his apple down on the registration table as more new faces appeared in the hall. The vast stone room magnified the sounds of their footfalls and the scratching of their quills against the parchment on the table. The sound mingled nicely with the shaking of dry leaves on the trees outside the windows, reminding Peldir that the year was getting older. Taking on new trainees now would be good; it would give them something to do during winter other than huddle lamely around campfires.

When the newcomers had finished their registration, Peldir took their forms and eyed them quickly. "Elegost, is it?" he said, looking at the first of the three new men who had entered the hall. "Well, friend, I'm pleased to see you've got some prior experience to offer us. Perhaps you'll teach your trainers a thing or two," he said, winking at the young man and noting that he came equipped for combat--a sign of the times, he supposed. "Rinon and Sorondo," he went on, now addressing the other two, "Glad to have you with us. Sorondo, you'll be wanting to fall in with Telamar. He'll be outside, just to the east of the building. He'll teach you all you need. As for you, Rinon, you'll have your pick. Just let me know what you'd like to start with and I'll help get you situated."

Peldir smiled, quietly overjoyed to see so many new trainees coming to the grounds. "It's heartening to see young folk like yourselves taking an interest in improving your skills. Elegost, If it's archery you'll be wanting to start with, look for Aithril," he said. "She's out on the archery range, wearing brown and grey. She'll show you the ropes. All of you can follow me outside if you're wanting training, I'll show you where to go."

Before leaving, he grabbed his toast--breakfast was always a priority in the morning for Peldir.</font>


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Aithril</font>
Archery and Combat Range</font>

Day had broken sparkling on the archery range; the evening's dew glittered in the new sunlight and gave her leather boots a shiny coating as she tramped through the grass to her part of the training grounds. The sun peered through the treetops, glowing orange in its light, illuminating the grounds and the great stone building that housed Maenorthrond.

Aithril was used to the chilly mornings by now, and she dressed for the weather. A long-sleeved tunic the color of a tree cut open reached to her mid-thighs, while a vest of deerskin provided extra warmth for her torso. Leather leggings of grey fit closely on her form, and in these and her leather boots made dark by the moisture of the morning dew she walked from one end of the archery range to the other, warming herself up for a day of training. She gave a wave to Moriel, who was engrossed in training already, then went to the archery shed positioned quite close to that belonging to the combat grounds.

Her bow waited patiently for her; it was the work of careful and skilled hands and had served her well for many years. From the time she had taken the Oath of the Rangers until now, she had strung this bow each time she needed to shoot, and for that she felt she knew it like an old friend. Aithril knew its every curve, its every imperfection that, in her eyes, made it all the more perfect for her. She string the bow this morning, silent as she took in the sounds of an early fall morning: birds fluttering by and chirping softly, dry leaves rustling on the ground and in the branches overhead, and the soft ring of Moriel's weaponry. Peaceful, beautiful sounds.

Bow and quiver in hand, Aithril stepped out onto the archery range. She could see the targets sitting idly across the range, and she smiled as she nocked an arrow. What trainees might she encounter today? It had been a while since anyone had sought her tutelage, and she anticipated a far more interesting day if she had someone to guide and instruct.

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Celegon</font>
Endurance Course</font>

"One more, one more," he urged himself. "One more, and you'll be finished for the morning." It seemed that self-talk of this sort accounted for more than half of Celegon's conversation lately; the grounds had been quiet so he had focused his energy and mind onto getting himself back into top shape. Waiting around for trainees was far less tedious when you had something to reach for.

He finished his last sprint through the endurance course, slowing to a jog as he came to the end. He would cool down now and get to setting up the course. He had seen some newcomers ride in earlier as he had been doing an endurance run, and hoped that today he might just have someone to train and teach.

Flags and ropes were the main materials to set up, so he retreated at a steady jog to the shed where he kept all he needed for the endurance course to function. Flags in hand, he set out in the brilliant morning sun to set up the course and await the arrival of the new trainees.</font>







Edited by: Tarawen

Hallas C. Pehwarin
11/Oct/2011, 03:03 AM
NPC~ Rinon (Stephen) Pehwarin~
Ranger of the North, lord of a noble minor Númenórean family, and father of Hallas
C. Pehwarin </span>along with another of his kin</span> </span>Sorondo (C.) Veryandil,</span> Ranger of the North

Registration Table, Great Hall
then heading for the Tracking and Survival Grounds</font>

Sorondo now gave his fellow northern dúnedain </span>Peldir curt nod and a thumbs up to his superior Rinon as he moved off toward the training grounds being placed under the eye of another of his kin named Telamar. </font></font>Who supervised the tracking segment of the all of the rangers's training. The young 25-year old ranger now ran with vigor eager to improve his sub-par skills in the art and skill of tracking...

Tracking and Survival Grounds</font>

The young northern dúnedain arrived at the designated area for the survival and tracking grounds. Sorondo took a breath and choose to sound off his deep bass voice rumbling across the sheltered landscape, " Sorondo Veryandil reporting Sir!" Now the young ranger waited to see what his fellow kin Telamar thought about his physical condition; attire and other critical things that all rangers should know.....

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It did not take his fellow northern kin to address his needs as Rinon's keen green eyes surveyed Peldir. Who allowed him the choice of where he could begin his refresher course. After several minutes the middle aged ranger finally decided and spoke up his deep baritone voice full of calm and sheer command presence, " My fellow ranger I've decided to keep up with my healing abilities since my ancient and venerable family is still one of the 'faithful''." " For I and my sons; Hallas and Soronto are distantly descended from the Royal Bloodline." " Being the 6th Chieftain Araglas." " Who ruled our people for 128 years the 2nd longest after </font></span></font>Aranarth who ruled for 131 years."

This knowledge was certainly known to the current Chieftain Aragorn II or more commonly known across Eriador as Strider. This revelation was not particular since Aragorn's own maternal grandfather, </font></span></font>Dírhael was a descendant of the 1st Chieftain. It would not surprise Rinon either if were few descendants of the earlier Chieftains to keep the valiant and noble blood of Númenor</span> alive and provide hope for their long-lived race again during these dark times across Middle Earth.... So now did Rinon await Peldir's response and to see who among their race was teaching the skilled art of healing the sick and injured....








Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Asha'bellanar
11/Oct/2011, 05:56 AM
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Elegost NPC
Registration Table -&gt; Archery and Combat Range

"Oh no no no" smiled Elegost, "I am here only to learn" he laughed softly to Peldir, but complimented by his remark on his experience. He wouldn't be surprised however, to be thought of as young. Despite his sixty-four years of age, Elegost looked no more than thirty. It was good thing maybe, if not a blessing, to have had such an extended prime. When told who to seek for archery, he nodded his head, "then to Aithril I shall go" Excusing himself and thanking Peldir, Elegost made his way west of the Hall. Just like the man at the registration table had told him, Aithril was there, clad in the shades of brown and gray. He jogged to her with his Dale-land bow, one his friends there, the Longbow siblings, were so kind to send him regularly.

It was almost like they knew when the one he had was lost or broken in battle. As he made his way to Aithril, Elegost thought he recognized the lovely peredhel (Moriel) from the celebration he recently attended in Mithlond. The one he knew Beren Camlost, had tried to charm. That ladies man was probably still convinced he had done so successfully. He may have bragged about it in the days that followed. It didn't matter now. Elegost cleared his thoughts and stopped at Aithril, he bowed humbly from his waist. "Greetings" he said, "I am Elegost, son of Elenvaul. I am here to see if you would so kind as to help me enhance my abilities with a bow..."</font></font>







Edited by: Sur Vanar Utírieste

Tolkus
11/Oct/2011, 01:32 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font></font>Telamar saw the young man coming up the path to the tracking ground for intruction or improvement of his skills. The tracking grounds was an open area of short grass surrounded on three sides by mid hight bushes with about ten trees behind them in various positions making a simi circal.Time to give a test to see what the man really knew. Telamar faded into the brush. When the young man came into the area and announced himself as Sorondo, Telamar called back though his voice seemed all around the grounds. "Good to see you have come. Your frist task is to find me. I am here somewhere about. Find my trail, track me down." Telamar finished with a laugh. and waited to see if Sorondo could find him. </font>

Rian Eliowen
12/Oct/2011, 07:06 AM
Dairen followed Elegost over to the archery and combat range - wondering whether these no doubt formidable female rangers (Aithril and Moriel) would have a different teaching approach to the sargent-majors he was more used to dealing with. Dairen had endured plenty of tweapons rainingduring his time spent as a soldier, but he was experienced enough to know that there is always more to learn and that weapons and combat techniques are constantly changing.
Dairen listened to Elegost's formal and to his mind flowery speech of greeting. He added his ownbriefnodof introduction to Aithril and Moriel who was not far away. "Ladies,I am called Dairen and await your instruction!" he said bluntly.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
12/Oct/2011, 04:22 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds

Sorondo did not have to wait very long for soon the voice of his instructor Telamar called out from somewhere in the trees ahead and mid high bushes. </font></font>"Good to see you have come. Your first task is to find me. I am here somewhere about. Find my trail, track me down."</font></font> The 25-year old ranger now was given his first task to track down his instructor so Sorondo went down to one knee to study the many booted footprints that were splayed into the trampled ground; three sets went off to the left path, another four had taken the center path and one set strove off to the right.... The young </font>northern dúnedain now slowly lifted his shaggy black haired head skyward sniffing the morning air with his aquiline nose and smell the scent of his 6 foot tall muscular body the smell of the nearby bushes and budding trees..... Now Sorondo slowly took off down the right-hand trail and continued to look for signs of the passage of his instructor Telamar....</span></font> This task was crucial in demonstrating his meager tracking abilities to his fellow instructors and rangers.....


OOC: Hey Tolkus my good friend and buddy I'm going to color code Telamar's lines when he is speaking to his trainees including yours truly as Sorondo. Is that acceptable to you?</font>
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Tolkus
12/Oct/2011, 05:46 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font></font>Telemar watched from his hidding poeition what Sorondo did. He noted the searching for prints, good. As he watched he saw Sorondo take the right the trail with only one set of prints, "Courious this is." Telemar thought to himslef. Now he awaited to see if the young man would find anything other signs. </font></font>OOC: Okay by me. And yes I know that sounded like Yoda...</font> smileys/smiley31.gif</font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
14/Oct/2011, 02:17 AM
Tracking and Survival Grounds

The 25-year old northern descendant of ancient N</font>úmenor continued to move down the indicated path taken by his instructor Telemar. Sorondo now continued to listen for signs of his quarry by hearing with his medium jug handled </span>ears hidden by his long black hair. The seasoned ranger could hear the chirps of birds nesting in the various trees and the possible breathing of another person. But he was uncertain since he also hear own breathing as took in the crisp air of the training grounds.... Now Sorondo choose to turn his weathered fair face upward to gazed into the branches of the circlet of trees that now surrounded him</font> with his keen grey-green colored eyes.

OOC: Tolkus my friend feel free to keep talking like Master Yoda since it give me good sly smile at remembering his funny voice during the Star Wars trilogy which I own and enjoy...</font>smileys/smiley11.gifsmileys/smiley3.gif
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Tolkus
14/Oct/2011, 02:00 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font></font>Telemar could see where the young man and entered the cirlclet and could just make out his form in the somewhat thick bushes. "Kids not bad." he thought to himself,"Now I woulnder if I can throw him off a bit." Telemar had a hand full of small pebbles which he had gathered earlyer and intened to use them as a rouse, he took one from his opened palm and gently and ever so quietly lobed it over to the right of Sorondo and watched to see his reaction. </font>

Tarawen
15/Oct/2011, 02:18 AM
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Peldir</font>
Registration Table, Great Hall</font>

"Walk with me, son," he said to the man called Rinon as he strode toward the doors of the Great Hall. He paused at the door, waving to Elegost as the former headed for the Archery and Combat Range. He tossed his apple core into the woods with a vigorous swing of his well-muscled arm. Despite his greying hair (updated from previous post</font>) and weathered features, Peldir was still quite agile and active; keeping the grounds and aiding the trainers was no sedentary job.

"Healing is a noble art," he said solemnly, nodding at Rinon as the ranger told him of his family history. "All right, I'll send you off to the Halls of Healing, then. Take the first left down this hallway, and you'll find yourself in the company of one Girion 'Grizzly' Grimstaff, who's forgotten more healing knowledge than I ever had," he said with a laugh. Peldir pointed in the direction of the Hall in which Grizzly taught and tended the sick and wounded. "Good luck to you in all your training. It's good to see some new blood around!" He waved to Rinon as he had to Elegost, then returned to the registration table to put all the new trainees' papers in order.</font>


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The arrow whistled through the air. Thud. Just off center. Aithril shook her head, half-amused and half-frustrated by this outcome. She was supposed to be the teacher! Another arrow. Thud. Bullseye. "Good to know I'm still good for something!"

Aithril had been at the training grounds for fourteen years now, joining up with Peldir when she was fourty-three. Fifty-seven now, she was aging cleanly, her dark hair long and flowing and her complexion light and clear. Though, she often thought, she was not aging nearly as well as her partner on the Archery and Combat Range. Moriel's, though, was a special gift. She admired the peredhel's strength and prowess more highly, though, than her aging abilities. Aithril saw the sun glint off of Moriel's falchions and heard them ring once more, then turned her attention back to her bow of yew.

Dark-stained and springy, Tudang's body had withstood the test of time. A notch here, a scratch there--these were all scars it had earned throughout its career. One dent in its sleek body had come from a fight with a bandit at Fornost long ago, while an orc had put another there with a slight graze of its axe as she fought in close quarters with a knife. All gave her stories to tell. All made her the more attached to this bow.

Her reverie was interrupted by the sound of approaching feet. Aithril's head snapped toward the sound, instinctively tense, though she relaxed when the approaching men introduced themselves. "Good morning to you, Elegost son of Elenvaul, and to you, Dairen. </font>My name is Aithril, daughter of Amathron." She nodded to the two men, young-looking but deceptively so, as she was. "</font>Elegost, you've come to the right place if you want to strengthen your skills in archery." At this she turned to Dairen, knowing he couldn't train with both her and Moriel at the same time! "And Dairen, you'll find excellent tutelage here--but what do you want to start with? Archery or combat? You'll have to choose between us ladies." She grinned at him.

Turning back to Elegost, Aithril got right down to business. "It's a fine morning for archery: clear, cool, little breeze. Just right to get you started. But first, show me your bow and quiver: tell me about it, what it's made of, and about the arrows you prefer. Tell me the story of your weapon! Each one has a life story, and I'll be able to tell a lot about your style from that."</font>





Edited by: Tarawen

Asha'bellanar
15/Oct/2011, 08:25 PM
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Elegost NPC
Archery and Combat Range

"Well met then Aithril, daughter of Amathron" replied Elegost, nodding his head slightly once more, "yes, the day is perfect..." He pondered for a moment when asked to share the story of his weapon. It might be a bit embarrassing, to say he had lost several already in unpleasant confrontations throughout the North. That one of beech to a troll, those arrows to the brigands of the Bree-fields. Elegost decided to skip his ill situations but be honest, if he was a perfect defender, he wouldn't be here. "All my bows" he said, "have served me well, but not lasted me long. I had to fend for myself for a while, and survived many times by only the skin of teeth. Arrows I've lost like loose change in a torn pocket. There are generous vendors in the Dale-lands, that admire the cause of the Dúnedain descendants, who have been so graciously kept me well supplied. Even at a distance. My newest bow, and certainly the one I deem the most special, is the one I carry with me now, and have for some months" Elegost lifted his weapon to show it, "it is a bow fashioned of Bois d'Arc. Iron wood. I've taken the pleasure of customizing it myself and engraved its name. Celeg (swift S.) the Flesh-Cleaver" He removed the leather quiver strapped behind his back. "All my arrows are the same... black spotted gray feathered fletchings and steel heads. The quiver itself is aged cow-hide" he said, showing his arrow container and a single arrow to Aithril, "these shant be lost easily I think"</font></font>





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Hallas C. Pehwarin
16/Oct/2011, 12:12 AM
NPC~ Rinon (Stephen) Pehwarin~
Ranger of the North, lord of a noble minor Númenórean family, and father of Hallas
C. Pehwarin

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Registration Table, Great Hall

Rinon was personally taken up by the receptionist Peldir who spoke to him in kind gentle tone, "</font></font></font>Walk with me, son," The 62-year old ranger did so standing up to his full height of 6 foot and 4 inches. The proud distant descendant of the one of the earliest Chieftains of the royal line walked with beside his fellow ranger who was definitely older probably in his 90's or just pass the hundred mark. Peldir nodded appreciatively as he, Rinon told him of his ancient family and being descended distantly to the royal line of Elendil. To small degree the middle aged ranger theorized that all of the remaining families of the northern </font></font>dúnedain did have a tiny bit of Elendil's valor within them be they male or female.</span>

The veteran ranger listened to Peldir speak about his subject of relearning, </font></font>"Healing is a noble art,"</font></font></font>"All right, I'll send you off to the Halls of
Healing, then. Take the first left down this hallway, and you'll find
yourself in the company of one Girion 'Grizzly' Grimstaff, who's forgotten more healing knowledge than I ever had," </font>The ranger also chuckled as Peldir mentioned this fact. His fellow ranger then wished him luck as he returned to main desk. Rinon continued on down the stone halls taking the first left and finding himself within the esteemed company of Girion 'Grizzled' Grimstaff.

The 62-year old northern d</font></font>únedain then spoke up his deep baritone voice full of camaraderie and candor, " Good day Girion I'm Rinon Pehwarin a veteran ranger and a distant kinsman of our Chieftain here for a refresher course in the noble and esteemed art of healing."</span> Rinon now patiently awaited a response from his fellow ranger and kin. He took a look around the large stone room with his keen and bright green eyes. He also inhaled a deep breath through his large aquiline nose smelling several herbs; including a supply of Athelas or in the ancient Quenya tongue of the Noldor as Asëa Aranion; ' leaf of the Kings'. Rinon upon inhaling that fragrant herb felt refreshed and reborn as new man even for one of the direct descendants of the 'faithful' Númenóreans who'd settled in Middle Earth during the latter half of the 2nd Age, and those who came later with Elendil; including his own family after the tragic loss of their homeland. Still their long lived race continued and he intended to be a skilled healer though still good but no where near the skill and learned as his noble Chieftain...
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Tarawen
18/Oct/2011, 03:40 AM
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Archery and Combat Range
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She saw a shadow of discomfort pass the ranger's face as she asked about his bow. To help ease this, she smiled warmly--a sign of encouragement, a sign that it was a safe place to speak of their pasts. Elegost spoke then of his life in recent years, the ways in which he had lived, and how the urgency of escape sometimes trumped taking careful stock of his weapons.

Aithril gazed at the latest in Elegost's string of bows, inscribed with intricate carvings and its name. She took in its shape, its size, and every line that was carved into it. These things would affect his grip, the way he shot, and how strongly he shot, too. "Well, you've certainly put significant time and energy into this bow. That tells me you're very personal with your weapons, however many you may have lost. In that way bows are like friends--you may lose some, but it's never too late to invest deeply in new relationships." When he handed her the quiver and arrow, she held them lightly. The quiver was soft yet sturdy, clearly of good make and craftsmanship. The arrow she turned over in her hand after handing Elegost his quiver. "A lovely color for the fletchings," she murmured, running one of the feathers over her finger. It was light and tickled her hand. "Quite well-made. Tell me, where do the arrows come from? And your bow--did you make that yourself in addition to customizing it?"

With these questions hanging in the air, Aithril turned and picked up her own bow. "I can tell you're invested in your weapons--both in their form and their function. I mark you as one who can develop a strong partnership with a bow--if you should be able to keep it long enough!" At this she laughed, her long tresses trailing in the breeze as clouds ambled lazily across the sky.

"Now, let's move on, shall we?" She nodded toward the stationary targets across the range, some placed quite close to their current location with others stretching into the distance. She raised her arm, pointing to a target about mid-way down the range. "Do you see that target shaped like a waterfowl? I'd like to see how you do at mid-range, seeing as how you've got experience with archery. I won't baby you and send you back to train in technique, unless it's clear to me after this that you need it. Anyway, show me your skill; see if you can hit it. The closer to the head, the better." She slung her own bow over her shoulder, giving it a rest in the warm sun while Elegost took on the next task. Her eyes took in his every move at this moment in training, looking for his form in all aspects of shooting: how he held the bow, how quickly he could nock an arrow, and the angle of his arm as it drew the arrow and string back, waiting to let go.

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Hallas C. Pehwarin
18/Oct/2011, 09:52 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font>

Sorondo now had stood completely still for several minutes still hearing the sounds of the forest and wildlife.. It was peaceful, serene and then heard a very faint whistling sound! The 25-year old ranger now dropped into the crouch wondering what his trainer Telamar was up to....</font> Barely a minute had passed and the whistling stopped suddenly replaced soft 'thud' Sorondo now scanned the ground around him off to his right lay a small oval shaped grey stone that was not there when he'd first arrived in this small</font> glen.

Now young ranger slowly again scanned the treeline and thought he saw a large shape hidden in among the lower branches of the trees Sorondo now stood up to his full height of 6 foot and began to move cautiously toward this hidden figure... His callused hands now gripped the hilts of his ranger sword and ancient Númenórean long steel dagger. Both still rested in their respective scabbards attached to his leather belt along with his two pouches filled with healing herbs, bandages, wooden pipe with some pipe weed from the Shire being Southern Star as the flavor, and a small amount of coin..... He definitely intended to resolve this matter of tracking quickly pausing to note another set of foots leading into the dense thicket of the cluster of trees that lay to his right... So did Sorondo follow this set while noticing with his keen and bright </span></font>grey-green colored eyes that several branches had been pushed aside and scattering of pine needles lay scattered about the ground... The chase was on now!</font>

Adalmund
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Having ridden his grey Stallion Erwin for days,
Adalmund finally arrived in the clearing which housed the rangers’
training grounds and was surrounded by hills and trees. Gently he got down from
Erwin’s back. “Thank you friend.” He said as he patted the faithful
beast’s neck. He led his horse to the south-eastern corner of the grounds where
the stables were located and set off northwards towards the Great Hall alone.</span>

He entered the hall and scanned the place with
his steely gaze. His hood was thrown back and not his clean but untidy thick
dark hair fell down to somewhere between his ears and shoulder. The only weapon
that could be seen on him was his bow and the quiver which was slung on his
back, but he also had his sword which hung on his side and was concealed by the
cloak he wore and two small daggers which would be seen only when in use,
whether that use be training or actual combat.</span>

He approached the registration table and bowed
his head slightly in greeting to the grey haired man who sat at it. Silently,
he took a form and filled it.</span>
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Name: </span>Adalmund son of
Aldarion (</span>Yes, his father shares the name of the
sixth Numenorean king. I suffer from lack of imagination</span></font>)</span>

Experience in combat, healing and
survival: </span>No experience in healing. Survival not bad.
Combat quite satisfactory; rode with and fought alongside the Rohirrim for some
years.</span>
</span>Skills desired: </span>All that there is! But I think I shall begin
with healing as it is the only one I am a complete novice in.</span>


</span>He then handed the piece
of parchment to Peldir and waited for a response.</span>
</span>





Edited by: Adalmund

Tolkus
19/Oct/2011, 01:29 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font></font>Telemar watched the young man duck as he threw the stone over head. Noting what he did. He watched closly as the Ranger did his task well in finding the light foot prints and moved brush. Telemar could tell teh young man was on his sent now and heading fast toward him. Now he wonder if the man would find him. </font></font>The thought occured to maybe play one last trick to try and throgh the young man off the trail. Telemar took a pine cone he had and fliped in the air so that it hit a near by tree and rolled down it. Now he wondered if the young Ranger would go over to that tree thinking the falling cone was any indication of the tree being occupied. </font>

Moriel
20/Oct/2011, 07:25 AM
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Moriel</font>

Combat Range


</font></font>Aithril had Elegost well in hand, and so Moriel turned to the second man who had approached them. "Dairen, welcome." she greeted him, beckoning him with her as she turned away from the pair moving off to the archery portion of the range. "I am called Moriel- I do not believe we have met before." Though it was customary to introduce oneself with reference to one's parentage, it was a habit the peredhel had long since fallen out of, and there was little her father's name would mean here in any case. "Tell me something of yourself before we begin- from whence you hail, how long you have served as a ranger, what are your proficiencies and your weaknesses. As you do this we shall warm up- that is, you shall warm up and I shall accompany you." Moriel gave Dairen the hint of a grin, "I am already quite warm from my own morning's training. This is not endurance training, so we shall complete two laps around the outer edge of the combat range," she swept out her arm, indicating the long rectangle of short grass, "at a pace which comfortably allows speech. When we have done, I shall determine our next course of action!" With a small jerk of her head, she set off at a brisk trot.</font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
21/Oct/2011, 03:06 AM
Tracking and Survival Grounds

</font>Sorondo now continued to move very slowly with his keen and bright </font>grey-green colored eyes now surveying the nearest trees to him as then heard something move to his right! The 25-year old ranger now turned his head to his right and cast his eyes down to the base of the tree to spot a pine-cone! Now did Sorondo turn his gaze upward into the upper branches of the tree to see if anyone with occupying it! Nothing! Sorondo now scowled to himself after seeing that no-one was in that particular tree, and moved into center of glade seeing a single small stone in the trampled ground. Now did the young ranger lower himself slowly into a prone position to listen through the stone in effort to hear the heartbeats of anything that lived in the vicinity other than the few birds, animals, himself and his instructor Telamar! This first task was proving to be of use for him to demonstrate the tactics used by his long lived race while hunting prey be it animal of the race of Men!</font>

Rian Eliowen
25/Oct/2011, 12:12 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Dairen was rather nonplussed to be so courteously greeted by the beautiful peredhel,who told him that her name was Moriel. She seemed far too young to be a weapons instructor - until hereminded himselfthat the elves were immortal, and therefore she might have many centuries of experience (far more than a mortal could ever hope to gain) - and she could well be down right dangerous! (He remembered being taken in by an old Sargeant major once who had a surprisinglyuncanny ability with the sword despite his white hair.)
<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">He obediently began to follow her around the perimeter of the grass rectangle, and her brisk trot was in fact quite brisk enough that he was sufficiently challenged in just catching her up, without the added stress of notwishing to sound puffed as he told her about his experiences as a mercenary in Isengard and Rohan.
<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">"Although I have been a hired sword for many years - I am in fact a brand new ranger - having only recently taken the oath - along with my friend Elegost who is over at the archery range. I was born in a small village, off the Angle, and my grandfather was a ranger - but chance or fate has only recently led me back to my homeland again." he said - breathing carefully and wishing that she would slow down just a bit!
<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">"I would like to do some work onstrengthening myattack strokes and ripostes, as I feel as if my reflexes have slowed down of late," he suggested- and after that he decided not to speak for a while, so as to not to lose any more ground as the amazing elven woman still showed no sign of tiring or of slowing down.
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Tarawen
28/Oct/2011, 03:36 AM
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</font>Peldir
</font>Registration Table, Great Hall


</font>No sooner had he seen Rinon off to the Hall of Healing and sat down to organize the parchment that contained the new trainees' information than he heard footsteps before him. He looked up, taking in the newcomer's unshaven face and long dark hair. The man looked quite alert, wary even, as he entered the hall. Peldir nodded in silent greeting as the man filled out his information.

Peldir reached his weathered and calloused hand to grab the slip of paper from the newcomer; he scanned the information written thereon. He looked up and smiled at the new ranger. "Welcome, Adalmund, to Maenorthrond! You've come to the right place for training in the healing arts. In fact, I've just sent another fellow off to see Grizzly, our expert healer. Walk with me." His sweeping arm gesture indicated that Adalmund should walk alongside him through the hall and toward the doors. As they walked, he spoke of the many skills he might learn from Grizzly. " . . . and even the different kinds of harmful bites and stings, he'll make you an expert in no time!" Peldir smiled widely, glad to see this man joining up and on the brink of filling in the gaps in his knowledge. "First left down this hall," he said. "You'll meet a man called Rinon in the Hall of Healing, and Grizzly himself soon enough. Good luck to you, and let me know if you are wanting for anything while you're here!" He waved, watching as Adalmund departed, then went for a stroll outside. He thought he'd see what was going on at the combat range as the sun rose higher into the sky.


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Adalmund
29/Oct/2011, 09:41 AM
Halls of Healing

</font>Adalmund thanked his guide(Peldir) and departed with a smile and wave. Two other men were present in the Halls of Healing when Adalmund entered. One was a ranger who stood tall and proud and apparently had come there for the same purpose as himself. He assumed that this must be the Rinon that the receptionist had mentioned. The other was smoking a pipe and could be none other than Grizzly. As he beheld the master of healing it was clear to Adalmund why he was so called. He looked grey and grizzled indeed, but no less respectable for it. He was clearly experienced and skilled in his own field. Adalmund bowed his head slightly and after raising it again said, "Hail! Adalmund is my name. I was referred to you by the receptionist, master..." he stopped short, realizing suddenly that Grizzly couldn't be the healing master's true name.

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Rian Eliowen
31/Oct/2011, 02:33 AM
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Girion[/B] had slipped into a quiet morning reverie, and was suddenly brought back to the present by an unexpectedly courteous greeting as <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Rinon[/B] introduced himself with some flowery words about "the noble and esteemed art of healing" Wondering if his hearing was playing up again, <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Grizzly[/B] gave him a shrewd look from under his grey brows and humphed in surprise.
"<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Noble and Esteemed be damned[/I]" he thought to himself – sometimes after a battle or epidemic being a healer was more like being a cross between a butcher, a gardener and a fortune teller! – Well he didn't want to dishearten an enthusiastic new apprentice too soon! – Just as he was about to answer he was interrupted by the entrance of <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Adalmund,[/B] escorted by <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Peldir.[/B]
After listening to <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Adalmund's[/B] greeting and noting a confused hesitation when it came to his saying name he gave a chuckle. and decided to be kind.
"<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">You two can just call me <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Grizzly[/B] – everyone does around here - and I won't hide from you that we are in sore need of some extra hands at present. How much experience do you two have anyway?"[/I] he growled.
"<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">I can start you off on the battlefield emergency manual if you feel like some hands on blood and gore – or if you prefer we can take it quietly and go through the herbal compendium first as it is still early and you may not have had your breakfast[/I]"

He waited to see their reaction, and to find out in what direction their preferences might lie.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
31/Oct/2011, 03:27 AM
Halls of Healing

</font>Rinon listened to Grizzly as the latter gave him a shrewd expression before pressing on to more important matters which were asking how much experience they had in regards to healing and whether they prefer battle field medicine first or refresh through the herb compendium. Rinon had eaten early so he spoke first his deep baritone voice cool and calm, "Grizzly, I'd like to refresh my memory on the healing herb compendium." " As for experience I've patched up few of our people rather well being, since I and my line are distantly descended from the 6th Chieftain Araglas." " My skill with Athelas, Kingsfoil or in the ancient Quenya tongue Asëa Aranion; ' leaf of the Kings'</font> is but a shadow compared to that our current Chieftain </font>Aragorn,</font>son of Arathorn, grandson of Arador."</font> Rinon now again inhaled the sweet fragrance that was able to heal even the most grievously wounded of his long lived race and people.</font>

Adalmund
31/Oct/2011, 05:55 PM
Halls of Healing

Adalmund smiled shamefacedly when Grizzly chuckled at his hesitation. The realization that extra hands were needed pleased him, because he always liked to be helpful. On the other hand, he couldn't really be of much help, yet. A slight crease appeared on his brow as he considered the choices Grizzly had offered</font> regarding the beginning of their training. He had no problem with blood and gore. He had seen plenty of both in the years when he had served the Lord of the Mark</font>. However, he had no experience in healing and preferred to start with that which was more simple and less perilous. He listened to Rinon's reply and his eyebrows were slightly raised. I was not mistaken when I judged him on my entrance to be a proud man, he thought to himself</font>. The older ranger seemed to have a majestic and royal air in speech if nothing else. At length Adalmund addressed Grizzly once again and said, "My choice is the same as master Rinon's, but unlike him I have no experience at all in healing. Hopefully I shall gain some with your aid." </font>

Rian Eliowen
01/Nov/2011, 04:38 AM
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<DIV>Girion 'Grizzly'Grimstaff - Halls of Healing
Grizzly was not surprised that his two new students were interested in learning more about healing herbs and their properties, as without such medicines, much pain and sickness could not be cured. However, these medicines can aslo be harmful without the proper understanding of the human body, its organs and the illnesses that afflicted it. He thought it best to begin the day's lesson with his with his rough and ready principles of healing, before they got down to the nitty gritty of studying herbal lore.
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"<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Well before we get started, I will pass on to you a few little gems of wisdom that may seem overly simple to you, but are hard learned life lessons that you may like to think on before you try to treat or cure anybody!"[/I]<O:P></O:P>
Here Grizzly sat himself down on a stool and indicated that his students should similarly make themselves comfortable.
"<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Knowledge is power so they say, so commit to learning something new every day, and you will become more powerful every day! Now the first principle of healing is to <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">do no harm[/B] and if in doubt, you should do nothing. Remember that 90% of problems get better by themselves – heck even babies deliver themselves (well, most of the time!)"
[/I]Grizzly gave a chuckle then continued,<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"> [/I]"<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Basic cleanliness is paramount - always wash your hands before touching a patient. Clean boiled water makes a great antiseptic – (so is urine but we won't go there today!)[/I]<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"> Now [/I]<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">as far as a bedside manner goes my advice to you is pretend you know what you are doing and people will believe you do. Did you know that the placebo effect has cured more people than any doctor? And strangely a comfortable warm bed fixes many a problem and a good meal fixes many more, or so I have often found![/I] <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">So don't be in too much of a hurry to mess around with things until you understand what is going on with your patient!"
<DIV>[/I]Grizzly gestured to some shelves against the wall, holding a number of tomes and a set of illustrated books. "First you might like to look through these herbal compendiums: ( http://www.complete-herbal.com/completeherbal1814.htm (http://www.complete-herbal.com/completeherbal1814.htm)and</A> http://botanical.com/botanical/mgmh/comindx.html)<O:P></O:P>
<O:P></O:P><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">and then we might take a trip out the back to my herb garden, and try to identify some of the most useful plants there. I would then like you to tell me the best ones to use for – say a <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">fever and headache[/B], tell me which plants you would choose and where you might find them growing, and how you would prepare and administer the remedy. You may have to add some of your own research, or draw on whatever personal knowledge you may already have as well, in order to answer the question. That should take us through to lunchtime!"[/I] he smiled mischievously at his audience! - I will expect your reports before the evening meal!"
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<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Grizzlys Alphabetical Herbal Hints<O:P></O:P>

<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Activated Charcoal[/I][/B] for food poisoning and wound dressings
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Aloe Vera gel[/I][/B] for skin conditions and burns
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Athelas[/I] or asëa aranion (also known as <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">kingsfoil[/I]) to treat wounds and injuries caused by fell and evil creatures or the black breath.
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Arnica [/I][/B]for bruising, pain and stiffness
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Belladonna leaves[/I][/B] - to treat irregular heartbeats
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Autumn Crocus[/I][/B] used to treat gout
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Cinchona bark[/I][/B].- to treat fever
Cloves or clove oil will deaden toothache pain immediately. Hold a whole clove in the cavity of the painful tooth or carefully rub the oil on the gum surrounding it and put a drop inside the cavity.<O:P></O:P>
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Echinacea[/I][/B] (also called <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">purple coneflower[/I][/B]) is well known for its' ability to boost the immune system, is used to treat for colds and also to sooth itching, a wash can also be made from the flowers. Brew the same as for tea
Elder flowers and berries made into a tea with mint helps loosen chest congestion and speed healing. <O:P></O:P>
Feverfew – for colds and chest conditions, for migraine, also for arthritis
Foxglove the powdered leaf of this plant is used to treat heart conditions
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Green tea is perfect for sore, stiff muscles. Brew according to the package instructions and drink often. <O:P></O:P>
Hemlock - for inflammation, swelling and tumours – dangerous to ingest.
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Mints for digestive disorders and respiratory ailments Chew the raw leaves, make a tea from the leaves, or add to other teas. <O:P></O:P>
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Nettle[/B] – The roots or leaves boiled, or the juice made into an electuary with honey and sugar is good for asthma, good for cleansing and disinfecting skin conditions
Oregano can be used just as ginger root for pain or upset stomach.
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Pennyroyal [/I][/B]for headaches<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">
Rosemary [/I][/B]the<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"> [/I][/B]oil of crushed leaves made into an ointment to treat rheumatism, sores, eczema, bruises, and wounds<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><O:P></O:P>[/I][/B]
Shepherd's Purse The juice from Shepherd's Purse stops bleeding and is perfect for minor cuts and scrapes. Crush the plant and place directly to the cut or scrape
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Tea tree oil[/I][/B] for skin infections, and more.
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Valerian[/I][/B] – for pain and anxiety
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">White Willow Bark[/I][/B] - for pain
Witch Hazel It has been used for centuries as an astringent. The bark and leaves can be crushed to release the juices and applied to burns
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Yarrow[/I][/B] – for colds and fever<BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><O:P></O:P>
<O:P></O:P>Edited by: Rian Eliowen

Tolkus
02/Nov/2011, 01:13 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font></font>Seeing Sorondo go to the ground Telmar took his last pine cone and droped it just on the other side of where Sorondo had ducked down. The idea was that the pinecone would distract him and get him searching in the other direction because Sorondo was real close now to his instructer. Telmar wondered if this little trick would work or would the young man stick to his findings and keep on the right track. </font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
02/Nov/2011, 03:41 PM
Halls of Healing</font>



Rinon listens to Grizzly continue to speak to him and another ranger named Adalmund. His words were simple being part of healer's oath, "To do no harm!" The 62-year old direct descendant of Nú</span>menor
nodded his shaggy black and grey haired head absorbing that crucial
truth. His instructor also stated that nearly 90% of a person's problems
fixed themselves even new born babies! Rinon frowned for instant since during birth of his eldest son Hallas
the healer required him to keep his wife awake by rubbing her skin
continuously! Due in part to C-section that had to be performed! His
loving wife Alma had managed to pull through but at the cost of unable to bear anymore children...



The veteran ranger now listened to Grizzly inform them of their
first task to try and identify the herbs in his garden and which ones
were best suited to treating a fever and headache. Rinon thought
to himself, "Ah this task that allows me to review that herb compendium
and relearn the key herbs that aid the healing process." Now did the
62-year old northern d</font>únedain
move over to the opened compendium begin to read the list of herbs and
their effects locking the information into the deep recesses of his mind
before heading out into the garden to identify the herbs being grown
there and to choose which ones were the best for treating common
ailments of the body being a fever and headache.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tracking and Survival Grounds

</font>Sorondo now heard another sound of movement! He froze not moving a muscle as </font></font></span></font>his keen and bright </font>grey-green colored eyes scanned the grove of trees. He now moved very slowly getting up from his prone position. The young ranger now felt that he was close to his objective after spotting another pine-cone laying against the truck of one of few large gnarled oaks that grew in this dense thicket of tress! Sorondo now moved close to one tree in particular and spoke his deep bass voice booming, " Instructor are you in here????" The weathered ranger now crouched low hand drifting to the steel pommel of his ranger hand-and-half sword just in case his instructor wanted to test his skills in close combat!
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<!--></span>Halls of Healing</font>

Adalmund</font></span> listened to Grizzly's
unusual but helpful advice with rapt attention and mild amusement. His eyes
found the volumes that Grizzly gestured to and he waited patiently and
politely for the healer to finish giving them their instructions. Rising from
the stool upon which he had taken his seat, Adalmund said with a small
smile, “In that case we had better start at once. If I may?” and with
that he made a small bow and approaching the shelves, turned his attention to
the volumes that they held. Eventually he chose one of the heaviest tomes and settled
himself down on the stone floor with his back to the wall and the large book in
front of him. He threw a slightly apologetic glance at Grizzly for his
possibly strange behaviour and then lost himself in the pages that contained
herb lore for quite a long while</font>.
</span>OOC: I will wait for a signal or something from Grizzly before I go out to the garden, if that is alright.</font> /
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Edited by: Adalmund

Tolkus
07/Nov/2011, 02:21 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font>
Telmar laughed at the site of his new student right under him. Then he said, "Well done, well done." As he climbed down out of the tree. "Your tracking skills are good." he said to Sorondo. When he reach the ground Telmar held out his hand in welcome and said, "I am Telmar master of survival and tracking training here." he awaited to see what his new student was to say.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
07/Nov/2011, 06:18 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds

Sorondo looked upward into the upper branches of the large tree and heard a deep voice!" Well done, Well done."</font> A tall muscular figure then extricated himself from the tree and dropped down next to the 25-year old ranger. Sorondo turned his fair yet already weathered face to face his instructor. The latter introduced himself as Telmar and praised he, Sorondo on his tracking abilities! The young ranger gave his instructor a wry smile as he shook the mans' outstretched hand with a firm grip before releasing it a moment later. Finally did Sorondo speak his deep bass voice equally cool and filled with praised, " Thank you Master Telmar your own skills at evading me are equally good." " You did nearly trip me and throw me off your trail with those pine cones."

The young ranger chuckled for a moment allowing the short jest regarding the latter attempt that did cause him to pause in finding out where he, Telmar had hidden himself! But in the end the young 25-year northern d</font>únedain had prevailed... So the young ranger spoke again, " So are there any other tasks you wish me to undertake Ranger Telmar?" Sorondo now patiently awaited the latters' reply to his question crisscrossing his muscular arms and folding them across his broad chest of his ranger attire that was now slightly dotted with perspiration from his exertions to find his quarry.</span></font> </font>

Rian Eliowen
08/Nov/2011, 12:31 PM
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Girion 'Grizzly' Grimstaff</font></span> </span>- </font>Halls of Healing and Herb Garden
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</font></font>After some time had passed and Adalmund andRinon had
leafed through some of the available tomes, scrolls and books, Grizzly asked if
they would like to go outside and inspect the herbarium. He slowly wandered out
a small door, which led directly to the herbarium, assuming that the men would
follow when they were ready. This herb garden really was a labour of love and
Grizzly had taken great trouble over his years as chief healer to obtain
cuttings and seedlings from many different parts of middle earth. </span>A close friendship with the elves of Imladris
had been instrumental in ensuring that Maenorthrond had a comprehensive range
of medicinal herbs and plants, and Grizzly himself had been known to harass,
cajole and even bully travellers and visiting rangers to bring him any other samples
he needed. The garden area was extensive, containing a large number of medicinal
trees and larger shrubs, as well as extending to a swampy a low lying area
which being kept well watered resembled a marsh, covered in reeds and water
plants. Well tended paths wound around the rows of healthy thriving shrubs and
plants, with small wooden plaques bearing neatly carved runes, identifying many
but not all the names of the plants.

“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Well what do you think[/i]?” he asked
the men as they followed him outside. “ Can you find the remedies that you need
for fever and headache here?”</font>

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Adalmund
09/Nov/2011, 05:18 PM
Upon hearing Grizzly asking if they liked to go and see the herbarium, Adalmund snapped his book shut and placed it carefully back where it had been before. Without a word, he followed Grizzly out into the herb garden. He felt confident and comfortable. He knew that he had a good memory and things he read with attention stuck in his mind. At that particular moment, he felt as if he was carrying the pages that he had just read in his mind. They might not be much, but they would help him.

The herbarium was beautiful. All sorts of plants grew there and were obviously very well tended. The mixed aroma of the various herbs tickled Adalmund's nose and he was having a very pleasant experience until the herb master abruptly brought him back to earth by saying,</font> “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Well what do you think[/i]? </font>Can you find the remedies that you need
for fever and headache here?”

Adalmund looked around at all the unfamiliar plants. He could identify some of them, having read about and seen illustrations of them only a few minutes earlier. "I am not certain whether you want two separate remedies, one for headache and one for fever, or if it is a herb which cures both maladies that you wish me to identify." He said hesitatingly. "I associate the name of Pennyroyal with headaches</font></font></font></font></span></font>. I think an infusion of it would be helpful, but I cannot identify it, for though I came accross a description on it in the book I was reading, there was no illustration and there are too many various herbs here. If I were to try and cure a fever I would use the dried and powdered bark of the Cinchona; I think I see a sample of Cinchona there Grizzly." </font>and he pointed towards a relatively small tree with large leaves. "The only plant I came across that was indicated for both fever and pain was meadowsweet," </font>Adalmund continued. "And I remember reading that it grows in damp meadows and as such, as its name suggests. Now I see you have a swampy area down there..." and he set off towards the swampy area to see if he could recognise the meadowsweet. As he went on the winding path he noticed the wooden plaques which bore the names of the plants beside them. He hoped the one he was after would have such a plaque. He did not remember what the meadowsweet looked like, except that it had clusters of tiny flowers.

OOC - I'm afraid I did not use your links at all Rian. There were many different indications for all the plants and I decided to just use the brief list you provided. For the descriptions I searched in googlesmileys/smiley2.gif</font>
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Hallas C. Pehwarin
09/Nov/2011, 08:06 PM
Halls of Healing~Herb Garden

</font>Rinon had spent what seemed to some an eternity rereading and compartmentalizing the information on the various herbs used to aid a skilled healer in his craft. Now did the </font>62-year old direct descendant of Nú</span>menor raise his shaggy black and grey haired head up upon hearing Grizzly speak asking he and Adalmund if they like to visit the herb garden. The younger ranger was thrilled and nodded quickly standing up. Rinon too stood up and spoke his deep baritone voice was measured and calm, "Yes a visit to your herb garden would aid my mind in identifying the herbs used to heal the ailments of the body." So did the 62-year old northern d</font>únedain follow the young ranger and ancient healer outside in the fresh air and neatly arranged rows of herbs. The various smells of the herbs assailed Rinon's large aquiline nose and so did the middle aged ranger breath in deeply absorbing the scents.

It was amazing and wonderful to know that some of his people and kin desired to heal only instead fighting against the growing Shadow. Rinon though would be doing both, since his people needed more healers as well as stout hearted fighters as the numerous skirmishes with bandits and the northern hordes of Orcs continued to grow. Now he brought himself back to the current situation and task being to identify the herbs that help cure a fever and headache. Several herbs that he remembered from his own studies including; Pennyroyal for soothing and curing headaches. and Meadowsweet for soothing both fever, pain, and inflammation. So did he share his own recalling of their newly acquired knowledge.</span></font> Rinon then spoke aloud his deep baritone voice filled with the tone of senior instructor/student,</span></font> "Actually Adalmund there is a 3rd herb of use being Yarrow used to cure for fevers and colds that would work too in additions to Pennyroyal and Meadowsweet." The middle aged ranger now combed through the arrayed herbs seeking out all three that he'd mentioned to collect small samples of each.</span></font> </font></font></font>





Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Adalmund
09/Nov/2011, 09:47 PM
Halls of Healing - Herb Garden

Interrupted in his search for meadowsweet, Adalmund turned around at Rinon's words."Yarrow? I must have overlooked it. I did not manage to complete the compendium after all. I am a slow reader." He said, forcing a small smile. He mentally slapped himself for having been careless in his study AND for showing off his incomplete knowledge. Also, Rinon's tone as he addressed Adalmund displeased him slightly. It was not a friendly and brotherly tone. It was the way a superior would talk to an inferior or an adult to a child. If Grizzly had spoken thus to him Adalmund would not have minded, but to be reprimanded by a fellow learner, no matter how much older, was tough. He shook off the feeling though. Such silliness was not acceptable for a Ranger of the North, he reminded himself. He was 28 years old and although quite young by the standards of the Dúnedain, he was no longer a child. He had overlooked a point and Rinon, a fellow Ranger, had pointed out his mistake; quite alright. He smiled at Rinon again, genuinely this time. His internal struggle had taken no more than a few seconds.</font>

OOC - I did take note of the yarrow of course, but Adal didn't. Just working on my character development. He is young after all and not very experienced</font>./


Edited by: Adalmund

Rian Eliowen
10/Nov/2011, 06:21 AM
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Grizzly was pleased with the answers given by his apprentices, and privately amused by the undercurrent of tension that had briefly emerged between the two. He slowly leaned against the trunk of a willow tree, and began a brief explanation.
"Fever and headache are merely symptoms of some underlying ailment. There could be a number of causes, including infections, heatstroke, overexertion or insect stings. You would need to ascertain what other symptoms your patient had along with the headache and fever in order to be able to treat the cause of the patient's illness. These symptoms could includes body aches, fatigue and chills, a runny nose, sore throat, cough, ear or sinus pain, difficulty breathing or chest pain, nausea or vomiting or an increased pulse rate. If the fever is mild then it may be best to let it run it's course. A high body temperature may be a cause of concern, however, if the patient is very young, or if sustained for more than three days or where the fever becomes so high that brain or tissue damage is likely. As the headache may well be caused by the fever, reducing the fever in the patient may help make the patient feel more comfortable and the headache may lessen.
Other things to look out for are signs of dehydration, (like a dry mouth, dry skin, thirst or problems being able to urinate.) If diarrhoea or vomiting occurs, then the person needs to be encouraged to drink fluids; taking small amounts frequently. In cases of severe dehydration the drink must contain not only water, but also salt and sugar. The sugar is vital for absorption to take place in the intestines if the gut lining is damaged."<?: prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><O:P></O:P>
"To reduce the fever one should reduce the coverings over the body, such as clothing and bed linens. Expose as much of the patient’s body surface as practical to the open air. Wet treatments include sponge baths, cool compresses, and rubs. By wetting the body surface you will increase evaporative heat loss. In extreme cases immerse the body no deeper than mid-chest in tepid water (<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">not [/B]cold water as this can cause the body lose too much heat, and could, through increased shivering cause an actual increase in temperature.)"<O:P></O:P>
"Cinchona bark, ground to a powder, that you have mentioned Adalmund", he said walking over to the medium sized tree with glossy dark green leaves that the young ranger had identified, "is particularly useful to treat fever that is due to an illness carried by mosquitos, and also helpful when treating some kinds of arthritis. So if your patient showed indications of malaria then it would be a good choice.
Several other herbs that you have mentioned - pennyroyal and yarrow" he looked at Rinon approvingly - "well done for finding that remedy by the way - also angelica, elderberry and rosemary have sweat-inducing properties. Drinking infusions made from these can increase perspiration and help rid the body of the toxins contributing to the illness keeping the fever from becoming too high. Thus, the healing is accomplished and the fever breaks. However, continued sweating can cause dangerous dehydration if you don't consume adequate fluids." Grizzly stopped talking for a while and found samples of each of the plants in turn, showing the rangers what the leaves and flowers looked like, and showing them how to collect, and cull them.

"Not all headaches require medical attention, and some may just be relieved by rest, applying a cool compress to the forehead, and drinking more water. If actual pain relief is required for serious pain a dose of white willow bark powder, or the extract of meadowsweet, or some yarrow tea may help, but there are some nasty side effects that can occur, if the dose is too high" Grizzly felt that it was time to move on. <O:P></O:P>
"Now why don't you do some more home work for me for the morrow?" he suggested. This time we will assume that the patient has been injured in battle and the wound has become infected. "See if you can find out what the best method of treating the wound, and reducing the infection might be? I might have an actual patient for you to try your remedy out on, so be sure that you get it right!"

Edited by: Rian Eliowen

Tolkus
11/Nov/2011, 06:19 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font></font>Telemar smiled at his new student after introductions and listen to Sorondo's question. Telemar look the young man up and down and rubbed his beard then said, "Time test some of your survivla skills. I need you to make a fire there in the clearing." Telemar pointed back out into the open area of the training grounds. "Use what is here. A good fire is most times the one thing that will keep you alive." Telemar smiled and walked to the clearing so his student could get to work.</font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
11/Nov/2011, 10:57 PM
Maenorthrond</font>
</font>
Rinon </font>had spent the night with a good rest in his large green tent. As the morning had come to the rangers training grounds the middle aged northern ranger had refreshed himself with a quick wash in a nearby stream that flowed from somewhere within this section of the Weather Hills. He then donned another set of fresh ranger garb worn by his people; a long sleeved cotton blue shirt whose collar on both sides was adorned with single seabird's stretched wing in black embroidery, a pair of suede grey leather riding breeches, and protecting his legs and feet were tall black leather boots. Over this rested worn suede leather tunic with detachable chain-mail sleeves held by thick leather points. The interior of the mail was cushioned with soft black silk to prevent snagging on any of the undergarments or exposed skin. Over that rest a sleeveless hard black leather jerkin with adjustable straps of leather on either side.

About his narrow waist the veteran ranger girthed his plain brown belt attached to it were </span></font>his wooden scabbard wrapped in dark gray leather that crisscrossed down its length.</span>The scabbard was capped with steel locket and an elegant steel chape that matched the conical steel pommel of his </span>dúnedain ranger </span>sword; which was called </span>Alcarmacil (Glorious Sword or blade) that rested inside. On the right side rested</span>
two black leather pouches filled with wealth from his ancient family occasional still sent by either his son Hallas of the Captain of his families remaining House Guard Artamir Farador, herbs for
healing along with several bandages, and a small amount of pipe-weed
from the Shire Long Bottom Leaf.</span> </font> His forearms were protected by two piece set of leather vambraces; an inner patterned guard and an outer plate of boiled grey leather tooled with the White Tree of N</font>úmenor.</span> </font>His hands were protected by matching leather tabs to prevent cuts and other carelessness during his travels across Eriador.
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This modest armor allowed many rangers flexibility and mobility during their travels across Eriador. </font>Protecting his lower waist to thigh being split down the sides and the middle at the groin to allow for riding of horses was matching black suede leather skirt; whose interior had a sheet of chain-mail attached by leather points </font>and like the inner tunic carried a layer of black silk to prevent chafing against the clothing underneath or exposed skin. </font>The final piece worn by all rangers was flowing dark grey cloak and pinned at the nape of neck area rested a silver broach. Inside it was a single 6-pointed and rayed star. This ornamentation was worn by all of Rangers including his Chieftain Aragorn II known by some as Strider. Rinon's current one was altered slightly for on the interior side was a layer of soft black leather that was also done to the interior of the wide hood with its outer edge trimmed in black fur to offer </font>additional warmth during Winter. Now did he make his way toward the stone buildings that housed the Great Hall and the Halls of Healing. </font>

Halls of Healing</font>

The 62-year Ranger now moved through the stone corridors of </font>Maenorthrond</font> entering the familiar Halls of Healing. It was empty so Rinon perched himself on one of the empty stools and prepared to present his own wealth of knowledge regarding the treatment of person whose wound had become infected. So mentally did the veteran ranger review mentally the list of herbs needed to aid in said curing and healing process, " Shepherd's Purse to stop bleeding if there is any, For dulling of pain there is Meadowsweet, Yarrow, Ginger Root, White Willow Bark and Valerian for both pain and any anxiety</font> " "Another is Rosemary</font> for the wound if it just a standard." "Otherwise if the wound is from one of the dark lord's minions weapons Athelas</font> though my own skill pales in comparison to that of our noble Chieftain whose healing hands have saved many during his long wanderings across Middle Earth." Rinon wondered what his fellow novice healer Adalmund would use in such a situation..</font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
18/Nov/2011, 05:44 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds

The 25-year old northern d</font>únedain now listened to his instructor Ranger Telmar who gave him a grin then speak rattling off his next task, </span></font>"Time test some of your survival skills. I need you to make a fire there in the clearing."</font> </font>"Use what is here. A good fire is most times the one thing that will keep you alive." </font>Sorondo now followed his instructor out of the grove of trees toward the clearing. His</span></font> keen and bright </font>grey-green colored eyes</font> now scanned the surrounding clearing noting the trees, sparse brush, rocks that protruded from the trampled ground that showed just how long the survivors of the northern kingdom had trained here! Once former soldiers of Arnor, then its chief splinter kingdom Arthedain, now after its Fall as Rangers of the North. It was still a proud history that was carried on by fathers and sons and mothers and daughters who had chosen to lead this type of life! Still many families of once noble linage including their beloved and respected Chieftains continued to the tradition to defend these lands from the forces of darkness and evil.

Sorondo noted that the some of the sharp rocks could be turned into flints with good work of his long steel dagger of </span></font>Dúnedain</span></font> design and craft. The fallen branches of the nearby trees would make good kindling. So the young ranger walked over to a cluster of trees to his left seeing several branches had broken off due to the storms of the past few recent weeks. Sorondo selected three and squatted down gathering all up into the his muscular arms and his callused hand wrapped about the rough wood. Scanning the clearing he selected a spot between to small grey rocks though to him the rocks could be boulders too!

Taking a seat on the right hand one Sorondo now deposited his load of tree branches next to him on his right hand side. With quick movements the young ranger pulled the 1st of the 3 branches onto his lap. With the palm of his right hand resting for a single moment against the smaller conical steel pommel did Sorondo grip the bronze wire handgrip and unsheath his long steel dagger of </span></font>Dúnedain</span></font> design. Its 8-inch fullered steel blade sharpened on both sides did the young ranger begin to whittle down the branch stripping it of twigs and stubs of large protrusions. The 25-year old </span></font>northern d</font>únedain</span></font> once finished with that part slice the branch into small 1/4 length pieces easier to use to start and maintain the upcoming fire. The process had begun and Sorondo soon had all three branches trimmed and ready! It was enough wood to last several hours possible even a full day or two! Now he'd scanned the ground for two small or tiny stones</font> to use as a flint to start the flame.....</font>

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Asha'bellanar
21/Nov/2011, 06:40 AM
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Elegost NPC
Archery and Combat Range

"Thank you" replied Elegost, inclining his head with the compliment, "both arrows and bow were made by me, I am... quite surprised at my own ability to have crafted them" He returned her laugh with one of his own, not minding it. His earlier misadventures were things of humor indeed, and by now Elegost had learned to chuckle at them as much as the next person. He was never a confident school-boy, and this would be no exception to his once youthful nerves. Except his palms weren't sweaty this time, and there wasn't any bigger classmates to beat him when the instructor wasn't looking. Elegost had always been the sensitive type, a good lad and then humble farmer, his time with the rangers now was however, changing that.

As it should have been from the beginning, if his father Elenvaul weren't so bent on preventing his true destiny from coming to pass. With a smile on his face, becoming more and more rugged every day, Elegost took on the next task. Shooting an arrow, seemed simple enough, though he couldn't be entirely sure of his own abilities. He assumed a shooting stance, perpendicular to the target ahead. His feet were shoulder-width apart, holding the bow with his left hand. Elegost quickly moved his right hand to his quiver on his back and pulled an arrow, attaching its back to the bowstring, pulling it back. He raised it and aimed in one swift motion. He relaxed his fingers, allowing the arrow to fly towards the waterfowl, hopefully straight to the head.</font></font>





Edited by: Sur Vanar Utírieste

Rian Eliowen
21/Nov/2011, 07:45 AM
Girion 'Grizzly'Grimstaff - Halls of Healing


Grizzly came up to Adelmund and Rinon as they were eating their breakfast the next morning, and invited them to accompany him to the infirmary, to visitsome patients that were presently recuperating at Maenorthrond.
"You will find the infirmary further along from where we were having our lessons yesterday. Just ask for directions if you get lost," he told them as he limped back to his own quarters.
When the two rangers caught up with him at the hospital wing a short while later, he was carrying a small box under one arm. He quickly filled them in on the details of the first patient that they were about to visit.
"<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Young Doren whom we are about to see was felling a tree when his axe slipped, and caught him a nasty wack in the leg. He was carried here by his brother, who managed to stop the bleeding, but there was a lot of dirt in the wound and it is not healing as I would like. I thought that you might like to have a look and learn a bit on the job so to speak[/I]"
Grizzly took on his text book lecturing tone for a while:
"<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Now the first principle of wound care is to clean the wound of all foreign matter and dead tissue to improve the healing process. If debridement (removing the unhealthy tissue) does not take place, wound repair is significantly impaired. Necrotic tissue in the wound may lead to gangrene, necessitating limb amputation, and potentially fatal sepsis. Always keep your hands and the dressings and instruments you are using as sterile as possible – and watch for signs of infection in the wound which are redness of the skin, purulence (pus) drainage, a foul odor, and swelling[/I]."
Grizzly checked the faces of his students to see if they were following.
"<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">As you will know, with some wounds despite the best care, infection still sets in.Sugar or honey is often used to treat wounds. But you need substantial amounts of honey or sugar to achieve good results. Bleeding must have stopped prior to the application of the sugar dressing since otherwise sugar can promote bleeding in a fresh wound. Once bleeding is under control, deep wounds can be treated by pouring granulated sugar into the wound, making sure to fill all cavities. The wound is then covered with a gauze sponge soaked in a salty solution. To continually inhibit bacterial growth, the wound is cleaned with water and repacked at least one to four times daily. We are running a bit short of honey at this time of year, and I don't have any sugar either at present. So it is time to bring out my little friends."[/I]
Grizzly stopped talking and still carrying the box under one arm, entered a room where a pale young man was sitting up in a bed with his bandaged leg slightly raised. Grizzly introduced the two trainee healers, Rinon and Adelmund, and asked Doren if he was ready to meet his little friends. Doren only looked paler if that was possible!
He addressed all three of the men.<?: prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
"<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">I am going to try something different with this young woodsman's wound. Maggot therapy has been shown to have good wound healing properties in cases of necrotic wounds and reduces the infection, wound odor, and may also lessen the pain in some cases, which is good news for you, Doren. Maggots as you know, are fly larvae, and I have some of my special bred maggots here in this box[/I]" Grizzly opened the box to show them a writhing mass of small white grubs. "<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Not all species of flies are safe and effective as medicinal maggots. The best flies to breed maggots for this purpose are "blow flies", especially the green blow fly. The wound however must be of a type which can actually benefit from the application of maggot therapy. A moist, exudating wound like this one, with sufficient oxygen supply is a prerequisite. The maggots are contained within a sealed pouch, placed on top of the wound for around two days at a time. The dressing must be kept air permeable because maggots require oxygen to live[/I]" He spoke to the young man encouragingly as he first washed his hands thoroughly, and then applied the maggots to the infected wound and covered it with a sealed pouch dressing. "<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">We will leave these fellows on for two days, and then see how you are progressing. We can apply another every two days, until the infection is better controlled"[/I]
Grizzly chuckled to himself as he worked, remembering the sickly green colour one of his last apprentices had turned the first time he had been shown his maggot treatment in action. Rinon and Adelmund looked a bit tougher, although you could never tell. Sometimes a big strong man could pass out at just the sight of blood. Physical strength was no guarantee of a steady head and strong stomach. Grizzly finished his work and washed his hands again before turning to Rinon and Adelmund.
"<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Well are you ready to come with me to see the next patient? – I am afraid that the next one may be a little more gruesome than the last[/I]" he said as he left the room!

Adalmund
21/Nov/2011, 04:14 PM
In his studies Adalmund had come across quite a few herbs which could help with a wound i.e. with pain and/or bleeding, but not one of them had been indicated for an infection. Despite being slightly dismayed at his failure to find the right medicine, however, he was not in a bad mood. While sitting to breakfast, he noticed Grizzly approaching. The healing master said they were to head over to the infirmary which was located a little further along the place where they had undergone their medical education the previous day.

Finishing his meal quickly, Adalmund followed Grizzly shortly after he had limped away. Fortunately he had no problem finding the place. Once Grizzly started giving information about the wounded man they were to tend, he listened attentively and he actually drank in the healer's tips on wound care. Clean the wound thoroughly, be sterile, watch our forsigns of infection. All fine. His was astonished at Grizzly's next words however. So honey was what they used on wounds! And sugar! Adalmund would never have dreamed of it. How absurdly simple and yet unexpected. The young ranger had been searching for a rare plant of some sort that would need lots of complicated things to be done with it before it could be used as a medicine! And of course a solution containing salts would be effective! He shook his head regretfully at his own ignorance and frowned slightly when Grizzly mentioned his little friends. His eyes found the small box Grizzly was carrying under his arm, but he said nothing.

He followed Grizzly into a room where they found a pale young man who sat on a bed with one leg bandaged. Adalmund noticed that the bandaged leg was slightly raised and vaguely wondered why it was so. Him and Rinon were introduced to the patient. Adalmund smiled encouragingly at young Doren. It was with difficulty that he refrained from laughing out loud when he learnt that Grizzly's little friends were medicinal maggots. He looked inside the box interestedly when Grizzly showed it to them. The white grubs were not at all pretty, but they fascinated rather than disgusted Adalmund. He was bursting with a desire to learn more about how the maggot treatment worked. He intended to ask Grizzly about the subject, but at that moment he said, "<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Well
are you ready to come with me to see the next patient? – I am afraid
that the next one may be a little more gruesome than the last[/i]"</font></font></span> and Adalmund was completely distracted. "More gruesome?" he repeated with a chuckle. "Alas! I had decided to have a greater part in healing the next patient and to do more than simply watch! I would need a strong spirit for that it seems." But Grizzly had already left the room and it was not clear whether or not he heard Adalmund's comment. Sighing audibly the trainee healer followed. He was far from unhappy; merely wondering what lay in store for them next.</font>
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Hallas C. Pehwarin
21/Nov/2011, 06:46 PM
Halls of Healing

</font>Rinon was still musing when his instructor Grizzly and his fellow ranger Adalmund entered the healing hall. Grizzly then motioned for the two to follow leading both rangers into the infirmary. The veteran healer then showed them the 1st patient, a young man with a good sized gash in his leg! Grizzly's voice </font>was gruff as he addressed both of his trainees beginning his lecture,</font>"<i style="">Young
[/i] Doren <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">whom we are about to see was felling a tree when his axe slipped,
and caught him a nasty whack in the leg. He was carried here by his
brother, who managed to stop the bleeding, but there was a lot of dirt
in the wound and it is not healing as I would like. I thought that you
might like to have a look and learn a bit on the job so to speak[/i]"</font></font></font></span>"<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Now
the first principle of wound care is to clean the wound of all foreign
matter and dead tissue to improve the healing process. If debridement
(removing the unhealthy tissue) does not take place, wound repair is
significantly impaired. Necrotic tissue in the wound may lead to
gangrene, necessitating limb amputation, and potentially fatal sepsis.
Always keep your hands and the dressings and instruments you are using
as sterile as possible – and watch for signs of infection in the wound
which are redness of the skin, purulence (pus) drainage, a foul odor,
and swelling[/i]."

</font></font></span>The middle aged ranger continued to listen absorbing the crucial bits of knowledge as Grizzly droned on informing both that common condiments such as Sugar and Honey being used to treat most wounds and injuries. such But for the one young Doren was suffering from definitely called for a different approach. Rinon's keen and bright green eyes now looked down at Doren's maimed leg that was covered with a massive amount of bandage. Then Grizzly introduced both he and Adalmund to the young lad. The veteran healer picked up a small wooden container cradling it with his right arm and hand. The older </font></span>dúnedain</font> </span></font> addressed all present asking if Doren would care to meet his new 'friends'.....

Rinon's saw the young man's face grow paler and the veteran ranger wondered what 'friends' Grizzly was going to use on Doren's maimed leg! Grizzly opened the top of the container and the 62-year old northern </font></span>dúnedain</font></span></font> peered inside to see white maggots! "Maggots?! To use as a healing regime?" thought Rinon as he focused on Grizzly's voice as he explained the healing properties of this type of maggot, called a 'Green Blow Fly' "Well I'm relearning this skill to aid my people." "Besides maggots are not that really disgusting unless they get inside you!" Now he spoke words of encouragement to Doren, "Lad I'm sure you might not like this treatment, but on the bright side you'll have your leg still instead of a stump and a wooden peg."</font> "Soon you'll be on the mend and back swinging that ax just remember to an eye on where you aim your blade edge." Rinon</font> was then informed by Grizzly that the next patient they were to meet had a far more grievous injury than young Doren's...

Inwardly the middle aged ranger steeled himself for he'd seen blood before and wounds... Even his own exposed bone of his broken arm and leg once! That sight did make him pass out but at least he'd not lost his meal.... He glanced over at his fellow healer trainee Adalmund and spoke in cordial tone, " Ready to see what Grizzly has for us to try our own healing abilities?"</font> The veteran ranger slowed his rate of speed and moved with more cautious gait as he followed Grizzly down the stone hallway....."Time to see how I well I can heal my fellow ranger from his injury." Mentally he made certain to wash his hands thoroughly with hot water and soap to prevent any infection from spreading beyond the boundaries of the room.</font>

Adalmund
21/Nov/2011, 07:42 PM
Halls of Healing

Adalmund was slightly taken aback when Rinon spoke to him, but he was also pleased. Despite being most of the time unwilling to start a conversation, the 28 year old Ranger had a friendly attitude and liked to interact with people, specially other Dunedain. Although he was one of them, he knew little of these descendants of the Kings of old. Therefore, when his veteran companion addressed him in a cordial tone, Adalmund was truely delighted. "Ready indeed!" he answered smiling. "I am certain that thou shall manage alright, having a wealth of experience. I have more reason to worry though!" he added with a shamefaced laugh. "I know barely anything of healing save what I have learnt yesterday and today. I must confess that I do not enjoy being a novice, but it has its advantages. There is more to learn and therefore less chance of falling victim to boredom and melancholy." with this he fell silent, being under the impression that he had talked more than necessary.</font>

Tolkus
22/Nov/2011, 04:32 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font>
Telmar watched Sorondo gather the items he needed to make a fire. After a moment the fire came to life and Sorondo got it going good. Telmar smiled and said, "Good, good. Now for the next thing to do. " Telemar sat down by the fire and told Sorondo his next task. "You have done well so far and now time for the next task. You need water to survive, there are three ways you can get it here. Tell me about two of them and then get the third. Your choice which you wish to get and which to tell." Telmar smile and waited to see if Sorondo knew.</font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
28/Nov/2011, 11:45 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds

The 25-year old northern dúnedain turned his head to face his instructor Telmar his </font></span></font> keen and bright </font>grey-green eyes glittered dimly in light of his fire that continued to grow strong. The seasoned ranger now listened to him as he complimented his ability to make a fire.Telmar continued to speak his voice reassuring and calm,</font>"You have done well so far and now time for the
next task. You need water to survive, there are three ways you can get
it here. Tell me about two of them and then get the third. Your choice
which you wish to get and which to tell."

</font></font>Sorondo then thought for a moment about how to obtain water to survive in the wilds. He had to give at least two ways one of which was staring at him from bright cloudy sky above! The young ranger spoke his </font>deep bass voice calm and cool, " Well Telmar there is one option available to us that is what nature provides being in the form of storms, streams, rivers, and other bodies of water.' " Most are suitable to drink from after careful boiling of the water to prevent any water-borne illnesses or ailments that can harm us." " If any of us are without a water-skin you can use certain leaves of certain trees and create a temporary one."

The 25-year old ranger now decided to demonstrate such skill and got up from his perch on the rough grey stone boulder. Sorondo headed back into the glen eying several of tall trees identifying a few by type; oak, fir, beech, birch, and spruce. His keen and bright grey-green eyes now looked at the leaves on the branches of the trees to determine which were the best to create his makeshift water-skin. After several agonizing minutes Sorondo finally selected on a branch of one particular ancient oak and trimmed off several large leaves off its lowest branch that he could reach. Securing the leaves into the 2nd leather pouch did the young ranger return to where Telmar still sat. Which the ease and grace that his long lived race was afforded did Sorondo open his pack and retrieve his black cord and needle stetting himself once more down onto the rough surface of the grey boulder getting to work.... After several intense minutes of hard labor did Sorondo show off his newly constructed green leaf water-skin!</font>

Tolkus
02/Dec/2011, 02:17 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font></font>Telamar smiled and shook his head at Sorondo's answers and demistration. "Good, good.", Telamar said with a grin, "Now go fill it." he instructed his student. Then quickly he said, "Oh, one more way to get water you missed but not many know this so it is okay. That is to take your cloak hang it from a tree limb durring a fog and spread it wide. The water from the fog will collect on the cloth and you can ring it out into your skin." Telamar nodded and motioned for Sorondo to go get the water in his leaf cup. </font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
02/Dec/2011, 09:49 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds

Sorondo</font> now listened to his instructor Telmar praise him on his rough leaf-designed water-skin. </font>"Good, good."</font> "Now go fill it." </font>"Oh, one more way to get water you missed but
not many know this so it is okay. That is to take your cloak hang it
from a tree limb during a fog and spread it wide. The water from the
fog will collect on the cloth and you can ring it out into your skin." </font>The 25-year old ranger now noticed his fellow ranger Telmar give him another wry grin which Sorondo flashed back an equal smile revealing his own white pearly teeth. He absorbed the information that his instructor told about using his cloak as means of collecting water. Sorondo now again moved off from their temporary campsite bearing his rough newly made green leaf water-skin tucked into his belt that was girthed around his slim waist of his rough rugged looking ranger attire.

Now the 25-year northern </font>dúnedain now closed h</font>is keen and bright grey-green eyes and allowing his medium jug shaped ears covered by his thick black hair to listen for the trickling of water of a stream that was known to some of the rangers that operated the training grounds. After several minutes he could hear nothing but the sounds of the wildlife, his own breathing, and heart pumping his ancient noble blood throughout his 6 foot tall lean muscular body. Now the seasoned ranger crouched down low to the trampled ground seeing a few prints of other rangers that had been tested by Telmar most were faded away by the weather that Eriador had but one set led Sorondo back again into the forest glen though much deeper than previously. So did the 25-year old roguish handsome ranger pushed aside the lower branches of the trees he'd listed off earlier and a few green bushes with his arms and callused hands. Finally Sorondo stopped and again listened to the sounds of this small grove of forest noticing barely the sounds of the trickling of water... The stream was near him and would not be long before the 25-year old ranger had his skin filled and back in at the temporary campsite with</font>Telmar swapping stories over a decent meal and filled water-skins of cool water from the shallow refreshing stream</font>....</font>

Tolkus
12/Dec/2011, 02:09 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font></font>Apon Sorondo's return with the water Telamar nodded in approval. "Good work so far.", he told the young man. Accepting the the water he poured it into his water skin to fill it. Then Telamar spoke, "You have fire and now water. There is one more ting that is needed when in the wild, do you know what that might be?" Wondering if his student knew the answer Telamar looked to Soronodo and awaited his reply. </font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
14/Dec/2011, 03:04 AM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font>

The 25-year old ranger now gave his instructor Telmar a wide smile when asked what was the final thing that they Rangers of the North needed</font> when out tromping across Eriador. Sorondo spoke plainly his deep baritone voice filled with a hint pride, "Food of course." " Either berries, fruits, or those of various wildlife; such as rabbits, squirrels, deer, bear, elk, or if one is lucky enough moose!" The young northern d</font>únedain now turned his weather lined face toward Telmar </font> h</font>is keen and bright grey-green eyes looking at the other ranger's fair face that showed his experience and his years of service to the surviving members of their long lived race that still hid in villages across Eriador and </font>hoped that his response was not to boastful... Sorondo did wonder if he'd be tasked to retrieve their mid-day meal. If so he'd show the proper methods of cleaning his kill. Such as removing vital organs, skinning it if required, then cooking the reminder of the slain creature for the two of them to feast on as lunch.</font>

Tolkus
16/Dec/2011, 02:25 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font></font>Telamar gave Sorondo a harty laugh and a pat on the back, "You are a quick one my friend and most correct." Telamar stood up and turned toward the bushes and trees. He then pointed and spoke, "There, just on theother side of these bushes teh hill fall a might to a heavly wooded area. Inside a large group of phasents stay around to the stream. How about you retrive us one and show your hunting skills." Telamar gave a wry smile wondering if his student would be able to do this task. Sitting back down Telamar set the fire a blazing by adding a couple more logs to it and began to fasion a turner so as to be able to roast the bird over the fire when Sorondo had returned with it. </font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
19/Dec/2011, 02:46 AM
Tracking and Survival Grounds

The seasoned 25-year old ranger now listened to his fellow </font>d</font>únedain Telmar congratulate him on his answer and that he, Sorondo now had to hunt pheasant for their mid-day meal.</font> Now</font> did the young ranger move open his own leather traveling pack finding his prized hunting bow carved from a fine oak that still grew near their hidden sanctuary of Odsolen</font>. Then did Sorondo withdrew his own special green leather belt</font> that was fitted with several loops or bands to hold his bow,</font> his wooden quiver that was covered in dark green leather that was adorned with the White Tree of N</font>úmenor in full flower. The mouth of the quiver had bronze band and upon it carried on the scene of the arrival of the 1st High King of the Realms in Exile; Elendil and his founding of their great northern realm Arnor. The interior of the mouth of Sorondo's quiver also had canvas tan cover to protect his stock of 30 steel barbed arrows. In his familiar place did the seasoned ranger slip his oak hunting bow beside his quiver covered for he knew to conceal his weapons using the color palette of the forest.

Sorondo now removed his stock of arrows with their broad steel faceted heads placing into a soft burgundy leather canvas pack. With care did the young ranger placed it back into his brown leather traveling pack and pulled out another black canvas pack that bore sigil of their surviving armed forces of Arnor. Being a single 6-pointed and silver star whose outline was done in fine bronze filigree. Now did the 25 ranger reveal his stock of hunting arrows with thin steel shallower head designed specifically to hunt small game up to and including pheasants!

Now did the seasoned ranger move out his footfalls swift and easy as Sorondo headed toward the indicated hill where on the other side rested a heavily wooded glen filled with numerous pheasants! Upon reaching the crest of the hill did the 25-year old ranger slow his gait down to slow stealthy walk his keen and bright green-grey eyes alert for signs of the pheasant's passage. So did he raised the wide hood of grey woolen cloak to conceal his rugged and handsome face. With his left hand did Sorondo pick up his oak bow and bending his left knee to the trampled ground of the green hill did he secure his sinew string intertwined with grey leather to prevent fraying. Now he undid the canvas tan cover to his wooden quiver covered in green leather retrieving two hunting arrows sliding them into his grey leather belt cinched about his slim waist of his ranger attire. Now with flick of the same hand Sorondo resealed his quiver to prevent any additional noise from escaping the confines of the quiver and moved off to find the perfect spot to stalk his quarry then strike!
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Rian Eliowen
23/Dec/2011, 12:01 AM
Halbarad - arriving at the Great Hall


Halbarad reined in his grey mare, and dismounted outside the stables. He had volunteered to ride from Osdolen two days ago, skilfully finding his way through the thickly forested hills and rocky slopes to the hidden clearing, in the glen formed where three hills meet that houses the ancient training grounds of the Dúnedain of the North. He not only bore messages for the permanent residents, <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Peldir[/B], <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Telamar, Aithril, Celegon [/B]and old <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Grizzly [/B]the healer from Osdolen, but also an especially large package specially made up for them for Yule which was fast approaching. Haldir was looking forward to catching up with his old friends and hearing how the new recruits were faring in their training.

He quickly stabled his horse, making sure that she had sufficient water and hay after her journey through the wild, then carefully unloading his various packages from the saddle bags he made his way along the dirt path to the Great Hall. He first stopped off in the kitchen and left a large bag of spices and preserved fruit, which had been ordered by the aged cook known affectionately as Saucy Sally. <BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><?: prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
He heard sounds coming across the still air from the archery and combat range – and noted that there was also some action occurring around the he Endurance Course grounds. Training was clearly going on here as usual despite the approaching yuletide season.

Entering the Great Hall he called out for Peldir, who usually wasn't too far away. In the meanwhile he dumped the large bundle of wrapped packages on the registration table – they were quite heavy, even for a tall and strong ranger like himself.

Tarawen
27/Dec/2011, 07:00 AM
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Peldir
Border of Archery and Combat Range, Great Hall
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Sunlight glinted off Moriel's blades as they flew and twirled through the air, the speed of her strokes revealing her agility and skill. He could hear the ring of metal on metal cease when she Dairen approached her for instruction. A little further off, Peldir spied Aithril and Elegost talking in the sun; he knew Aithril for the kind of trainer who liked to understand her pupils' backgrounds and the knowledge they already had before beginning any course of action. For that he respected her, though he knew it could seem like a lot of chit-chat to her pupils.

As a cool breeze blew over him, rustling the dry, bright leaves on the trees, Peldir felt that hollow feeling in his stomach. Hungry, he hoped he could bring about a meal for himself and the residents of Maenorthrond quite soon. Giving a wave to the trainers and trainees out on the Archery and Combat range, he turned back toward the Great Hall.

He had every intention of ordering a large lunch for the residents of the grounds when a tall figure hauling a hefty bundle caught his attention. "Halbarad!" He took quick steps into the Hall and toward the man now slinging the bundle onto the registration table. "Careful, man, with those papers! You best not have upset my ink." In spite of these reproachful words, he grinned at the seasoned ranger and gave him a solid clap on the back while grasping his hand. "Good to see you, friend. And what's this? A sack of yuletide cheer?" Winking, he strode off toward the kitchen. "Sally! The day's getting on and we're all getting peckish. Mind fixing us up some dinner?"

Soon enough a large spread filled up a dining hall off the Great Hall, where worn wooden benches and tables held up food and people alike. He heard Sally ringing the grounds' bell four times, an indication that food would be available in the dining hall.</font>

(OOC: Rian, thanks for bringing a cook into the mix--it was just what I was going to do in this post before I read your most recent one! Would you like to RP Sally or shall I -or someone else--take her on as an NPC?</font>)


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Aithril
Archery and Combat Range

</font>She watched, arms folded across her chest, as Elegost let fly an arrow from his handcrafted quiver. "They're beautiful weapons," she had said. "You've got a talent for this type of craftsmanship." The arrow soared neatly through the crisp fall air, landing squarely above the waterfowl's eye. Eyebrows raised, she nodded her approval.

"Good shot. I can tell you've got the feel of your shooting down; you were smooth, and your movements seemed almost instinctual. Can you describe what you would say your shooting technique involves--in your own words, of course, nothing fancy required. I've found that archers who can articulate their technique and style are better able to execute on that technique, reflect on it, and refine it." At this, she heard the grounds' bell toll four times. "Ah." She looked to the sun for a reference on the time. "Dinner. A bit early, but certain to be hearty food with the coming of the cold. Why don't you tell me as we walk up? Then maybe we can talk about the next step in your training over some good hot food."
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(OOC: Sur, I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond to you! I overlooked your post before I started to get behind in things. My apologies!</font>)

GM UPDATE:
Thanks to Rian's moving us along in the seasons, I think it'll be good to bring on the winter weather and the challenges it'll bring to our training regimens.smileys/smiley4.gif After a series of dinner posts, I'll start a new day with a fresh snowfall. Does that sound okay with everyone?
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Edited by: Tarawen

Rian Eliowen
05/Jan/2012, 12:56 PM
NPC</font> Dairen - from the Archery and Combat Range, to the Great Hall

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Dairen heard the bell signaling that it
was time for a meal so feeling that he had worked out enough for the time being returned to the Great Hall wondering what other
training tasks might be in store for him in the future. Perhaps it was time to improve his archery, and gain some tracking skills. He quickly washed his hands and changed his dirty clothing.
Upon
entering the Hall his eyes were immediately drawn to the tall and
weathered ranger who was waiting there – Dairen was sure that he
remembered the man's face – from years ago in his village - and - Halbarad – yes that was his name - he had been a fine young ranger then - and Dairen just a boy.
Twenty years had weathered the older man's features, but not changed his
characteristic height or air of quiet competence. Dairen decided to
approach the older ranger (hadn't he heard somewhere that he was now
one of Aragorn's right hand men?). He quietly approached and said: “Pardon me, Halbarad, for
presuming to introduce myself, but my name is Dairen Eliowen, and I
too grew up in Hoarwell – although you may not remember me as I
left when I was but sixteen years of age. I wondered if you might be
able to give me any news of my sisters, May and Rian Eliowen? I
have lost touch with my family”

Halbarad - The Great Hall

Halbarad looked closely at
the younger man's face, and let his thoughts wander back to memories
of their small village – the man's open countenance and wide set
eyes reminded him somewhat of the Eliowen's he remembered (an attractive woman -a healer who had a certain reputation and a wild brood of children) – yes Dairen did have
a familiar face now he consdered it - the families in Hoarwell had been close knit and few.
“Well, welcome to
Maenothhrond – and to The Calling – and yes, I
do happen to know somewhat of what has become of your sisters although it may not be recent news. I
think they now live in the Breelands – I believe that one was
married to a blacksmith and the other has become quite a well known
entertainer – oh – a fine singer and minstrel” he clarified
– catching an alarmed look in Dairen's eyes. Smiling a little he
steered the conversation back to safer ground.
“I'm sure if you
write care of the blacksmith at the Bree Markets your letters will
find them eventually – although mail is none too certain in these
troubled times. Shall we go to the table?" he asked – “I have
some packages to hand out to Peldir and the others, and I believe that Sally has cooked us a
meal.”








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Asha'bellanar
08/Jan/2012, 08:11 PM
OOC@Tarawen- (Oh, no worries. I completely understand </font>smileys/smiley10.gif)

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Elegost NPC
Archery and Combat Range

It was a clean shot above the waterfowl's eye, and Elegost smiled to himself. Not so much that he had hit the figure interestingly, but that he had not missed. Looking like a fool would have been the worst. "Thank you" said Elegost, inclining his head to his trainer. She was an excellent instructor, and he couldn't have asked for another. Asked to describe his technique, Elegost pondered for a moment. Just as he opened his mouth slightly to speak, the sound of a bell reached them both. Elegost did not know what to do, this was his first time on the grounds. For all he knew it meant the place was under attack. He gripped his bow tightly, eyes widening. When </font></font>Aithril </font>announced it was dinner. Then, Elegost felt like a fool. He could almost hear a donkey's bray at that moment. Hiding his countenance, Elegost smiled nervously, nodding in agreement to the instructor's words.

As they walked together, Elegost said that which he had not gotten a chance to say before. "My technique revolves around accuracy and speed. I stand quickly with each foot directly beneath a shoulder, raising my bow with my left, and reaching for an arrow in the quiver behind me. As soon as I feel a feathered end, I pull it out and then back on the bowstring. Aiming and then releasing. In my mind, though it has now become quite a natural movement. I count 'one' to raise my bow, 'two' to grab and arrow and pull it back on the bowstring, and 'three' to aim and fire. I say to myself, though sometimes I do not realize that I am - 'one, two, three...' "</font></font>






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Tarawen
09/Jan/2012, 03:38 AM
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</font>Aithril
</font>Dining Hall

</font>"A good strategy and explanation." Aithril had sat down at a table in the dining hall, grabbing a couple of chicken legs and some hot beef stew to ward off both hunger and the growing chill in the air. "I think it's quite promising that you're able to articulate the steps you take, though you may not break it down so neatly while you're actually shooting!" She grinned and stripped half a chicken leg of its meat, then washed it down with a sip of deep red wine.

Once she had eaten her fill, Aithril leaned forward toward the table to get a better look at Elegost. "The fluidity of your shooting is excellent, while shooting at a stationary
target. It's clear you focus on speed and accuracy. How are you with hunting--taking down moving targets both on
land and in the air? What's your experience like with that? Perhaps tomorrow we can begin to work on moving targets, if you feel comfortable."

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Endurance Course -&gt; Dining Hall</font>

The ringing of the dinner bell brought his hunger sharply to the fore of the things Celegon was feeling. Weary from his endurance workout of the day, he was ready for some of Sally's good, hearty cooking. He trudged up toward the main building of Maenorthrond, feeling the warmth of the interior wash over him as he crossed the threshold.

"Halbarad!" he cried, his voice echoing throughout the Great Hall. "What brings you here, friend?" Celegon smiled widely at the veteran ranger, impressed that he was gracing the training grounds with his esteemed presence. "You're not here for training, are you? Tell me all about it--I bet Peldir'll want to know, too!" With that, Celegon gestured into the dining hall. "After you, good sir."</font> He winked and walked in, piling a plate high with chicken and potatoes and filling a glass to the brim with good amber ale.</font>


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Tolkus
09/Jan/2012, 04:18 PM
Dining Hall</font></font>It was a warmth that first caught Telamar first as he entered the Dining Hall, then it was the smell. Something good was on the fire and his mouth was almost watering over it. Of the few places indoors that Telamar liked the Dining Hall was by far the best. Not really paying attention who was there Telamar made his way to the food and piled his plate with savery meats freash vegtables and a hardy mug of ale. Finding a seat close to the fine roaring fire Telamar did finally look about at first wondering if his student Sorondo had made it here yet and to see who was here. He cast a half smile when he recognized a fimlar face. There sitting among a few others was Halbarad. Telamar gave a half smile and caught the Halbarads eye then rised his mug in gretting. </font>

Rian Eliowen
10/Jan/2012, 03:48 AM
Halbarad - Dining Hall

Halbarad was just heading for the dining room when a number of the instructors and trainees arrived in the building. The muscular and energetic <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Celegon[/B] greeted him enthusiastically and then ushered him to the dining room where the enigmatic tracking and survival grounds instructor, <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Telamar, [/B]was<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"> [/B]already seated. Nearby was the elegant and renowned archer, <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Aithril[/B], speaking animatedly to a younger ranger whom he did not recognize. Old <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Sally [/B]the cook bustled in bearing a tray of hot bread rolls fresh from the oven –she had been looking after the rangers at Maenorthrond for many years, and her 'chicken hot pot' was legendary – and one of the reasons Halbarad had volunteered to make this visit rather than send another! Actually Halbarad had also been given the task of making an inspection of the entire facility, and assessing thecapacity and needs of the compound.
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Halbarad[/B] helped himself to a plate of the delicious fare as was the custom here, and once seated raised his own mug of ale in response to the welcoming gesture of <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Telamar[/B] who had caught his eye. It was always wonderful to be re-united with old friends, especially for these hardened rangers who often spent so much time alone in danger out in the wilds far from such cheer. He looked forward to a merry re-union and at least acomfortable night's lodging in a proper bed, before he returned to Osdolen.
Everyone present had obviously worked up quite an appetite during their strenuous physical activities, and there was little conversation for a while, just the occasional clink of cutlery and crockery. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Halbarad [/B]quickly polished off his meal, then waited for the last stragglers to arrive before he distributed the gifts that had been sent from Osdolen.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
10/Jan/2012, 03:53 PM
Tracking and Survival Grounds</font>

Sorondo</font> continued to</font> hunt</font> his query in this case pheasant! Now the 25-year old ranger crouched low to the ground running his fingers along the dusty trampled ground feeling several tracks very carefully did Sorondo now that the tracks had several distinctions one being a rangers' boot print several weeks old perhaps more and</font> the newer belonging to the wild pheasants that roamed this area of his people's hidden training grounds called Maenorthrond (Sindarin; Fort of the Skilled).

Now the seasoned ranger smiled and raised his weathered face to see in the far off distance two pheasants pecking at the grass eating it unaware that they were soon to become the mid-day meal and other he'd deliver to the dining hall with the training grounds for all of his fellow rangers to feast upon as the evening meal! Sorondo slowly and carefully fitted one of this two hunting arrows that he'd tucked into his sword belt and drew back the string preparing himself to aim and release it toward the unsuspecting animal!

With slow rate of breath did the 25-year old ranger release his arrow sending on a path toward the creature's core of its feathered body aiming for its heart! The arrow whistled in the air and the two pheasants looked up and sounded a warning to the rest of its fellows with squawking call! But a moment later the arrow impacted the creatures' feathered side and fell to the grassy ground! Its companion now ran as fast as its chicken type legs could carried squawking all the way! Sorondo now grimaced glancing off to his left and right flanks only to see more pheasants perhaps 12 or more start running into the grounds and </font>squawking all the while</font>! "What the heck did I just slay a mother hen type or its male counterpart?!"

The 25-year old ranger now quickly glanced at his fallen query to see that its whole body was spectrum of colors to indicate that he'd bagged a male pheasant remembering that the females were brown color had a few plummed feathers by its narrow head. With fervor did Sorondo fit his 2nd arrow to his hunting bow and quickly took a bead on another as it ran across the grounds leaving tracks to confuse even the most skilled hunter, since several pheasants now took flight trying desperately to escape this single hunter! Sorondo continued to breath slow and allowed his keen and bright grey-green eyes to fix onto another male pheasant that had slightly less color and released his 2nd arrow at it but being in motion and flight the shot passed him and took down a young female instead!

Wide eyed Sorondo now quickly prayed to the ancient deities of the elves and those that the 'faithful' dúnedain had prayed to since the lost realm of N</font>úmenor had been founded by the brother of Elrond</font> Halfeleven</font>, Elros also known by the descendants of the Númenóreans</font> as Tar-Minyatur which translated into Westron as 'High 1st Lord'. Now the 25-year old ranger collected his prizes cleaning them up a bit with movements of his callused hands and made his way back to the camp only to find it deserted! So with trepidation did Sorondo make his way back to the great hall and the dining room to show all of his fellow rangers his hunting prowess. After what seemed like two hours or possibly more did the weary ranger enter the Great Hall.

Great Hall, Dining Room

Sorondo</font> then entered the ancient stone edifice walking down its torch lit stone hallways hearing laughter and merry talk. So with his hands clutching the two bagged pheasants did Sorondo enter the dining hall and sought out his mentor and teacher Telmar only to see him conversing with another well known d</font></font>únedain that of their Chieftains' own kinsman Halbarad! With a sigh of relief and pride did Sorondo finally take in a breath to fill his lungs and finally choose speak up his deep bass voice ringing out across the stone hall and its assembled rangers, "Telmar and Halbarad!" "Come here to hand gifts to all of your fellow rangers eh?" "Well here is more food for everyone to enjoy!" Sorondo then spotted an empty section at the far end of the table and displayed his two kills; the male and female pheasants for all to see his seasoned skill in the use of the famed bow! </font></font>

Androthelm Theromal
25/Jan/2012, 07:28 AM
Several days after leaving Osdolen, Gallid finally reached Maenorthrond. He stabled his horse, then glanced around. There was a dirt path leading from his location, at the stables, to the largest of the buildings on this main square. He followed it, and inside he found a registration form. Snatching up the quill he scrawled


Gallid
I Lived in the woods near Bree, grew up a thief inthe city, I can fight, but prefer, if possible, to find another way round.


Sneaking, Archery, Knife Fighting, General Illegal activity (Thievery, Lockpicking, Pickpocketing,I only steal in order to... liberate enemy forces of supplies and equipment)



Survival in the Wilderness, Healing, TrackingEdited by: Androthelm Theromal

Androthelm Theromal
27/Jan/2012, 07:39 PM
After a few minutes, when nobody came, Gallid decided to explore the area alone. He wandered around for a little while, till he found the Mess Hall. Inside, he heard several voices. He slipped through the door, and, not wanting to disturb the rangers, he slipped to the side, crouching in the corner as he had so many times when he didn't want to be seen, but did not wish to hide either. The rangers were eating in the middle of the room, and he figured he would have to introduce himself eventually, but not yet, not yet.Edited by: Androthelm Theromal

Tarawen
29/Jan/2012, 08:41 PM
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The chatter that had burst out with the arrival of so many familiar faces faded slowly till nothing was left but the clink and clatter of cutlery against plates and bowls as everyone settled down to eat. Sally had outdone herself tonight; the chicken was tender and juicy, the drinks were hearty and warming, and the beef stew was thick and steaming. Peldir leaned back after finishing his second plate of chicken and his bowl of stew, noticing his trainers had mingled nicely with the trainees and newcomers. It was this camaraderie, this friendliness, this unity of spirit in the name of protecting the Northern lands that had brought him to Maenorthrond in the first place, and it seemed like it would keep him for a good many years to come.

As he took in the scene around him with a smile spreading across his face, Peldir noticed a newcomer (Gallid) enter the Dining Hall looking perplexed and somewhat out of place. He knocked back what remained of his ale and stood, his chair scraping a bit on the floor as he rose to greet the new arrival. Striding across the Dining Hall toward the corner just to the right of the doors, he gave a cheerful wave to the man. "Evening," he began. "Name's Peldir. You're new around here, aren't you? Here, let's go out to the Great Hall and get you all squared away with registration--then you'll be more than welcome to join in on the feast. Our cook Sally has done a bang-up job with the vittles tonight!" He gestured for the new ranger to follow him out of the Dining Hall.</font>

Peldir caught up the slip of parchment the man had left on the registration table. Brow furrowed, he read through the sheet and found himself wondering if this man was looking for a new way of life. "Thieving, eh? That'll not fly among the rangers of the North," he murmured. "Well, Gallid," he began, looking the newcomer in the eyes. "It's not every day we find a pickpocket among our crowd. Are you interested in cleaning up your act with the Dúnedain? You see, we've made it something of a habit to cleanse the northern lands--the lands of our ancestry--of folk with 'skills' like the ones you've listed here. Now, I don't want to turn you away if you've really come here to straighten up and fly right, but I felt I should warn you of what you've walked into. We can train you as one of our own if we know you've had a change of . . . occupation." He gazed thoughtfully at Gallid, wondering how the man might prove his worth to train with the rangers of the North.</font>

OOC@Androthelm: Welcome to Maenorthrond! I hope Peldir's reaction to Gallid doesn't come off as being too picky, but I did want to make it clear that rangers are those who attempt to prevent and root out criminals from the northern lands. Tolkien indicates that the rangers in fact protected the northern lands from robbers and more grave dangers: "'You see, we're not used to such troubles; and the Rangers have all gone away, folk tell me. I don't think we've rightly understood till now what they did for us. For there's been worse than robbers about. Wolves were howling round the fences last winter."" (RoTK, "Homeward Bound")</font> We'd love to have your character train here provided he's forsaking the life of crime to join up with the rangers. smileys/smiley1.gif
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GM Note:
Everyone, please see the updated guidelines for introducing your posts as well as colors for areas of the training grounds that have recently come into use (such as the Dining Hall). No need to edit old posts, but note these guidelines for the future to keep the thread neat and organized. smileys/smiley1.gifsmileys/smiley11.gif

Also, I am hoping to start a new day for training soon--if we can all wrap up dinner and Halbarad can distribute the gifts he's carrying within a few more posts, that would be wonderful.
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Androthelm Theromal
30/Jan/2012, 06:37 AM
Gallid's face went red when Peldir mentioned his history. He stuttered as he hurredly replied. W-why do you think I left Bree? I disliked the theives, but was to deep in just to quit. There was a horrible fight. Two of my closest friends in the group were killed as we tried to escape. I fled to my mother's cabin, deep in Chetwood, but they followed me, and burned it to the ground. All Ifound in the wreckage was a hastily scribbled note from my mother, telling the location of Osdolen, and my Dunedain heritage, and a her body, both burned and stabbed several times. But believe me, my abilities have come in handy. I had no supplies, and have had to steal whatIcan frombandit camps,Iwould have starved were it not formy trainingTrying in vain to make a joke Gallid added. You should see the look on a bandits face when he orders his men to attack, and they realize all of their weapons have vanished... err, that did not come out as well as I meant it, you see, it really is funnier if you see it in person, not that bandits are ever a laughing matter-

Gallid stopped, aware that he was simply babbling on, Err... anyway, I only steal when absolutely nescissary, is what i'm trying to say. Sorry. Gallid blushed again, then tried to clear his face, with almost no success.

OOC: Thanks for reminding me about the Ranger v. Robber thing. That's actually one of my favorite chapters from all of LotR. I believe that quote is from Butterbur, in the hobbit's and Gandalf's room. Isn't that just before Gandalf assures him that the Ranger's have returned,and Barliman is worried about the new folk from Gondor being just as bad, and tearing up the wild-country?

Rian Eliowen
31/Jan/2012, 04:55 AM
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<DIV>Girion 'Grizzly' Grimstaff was late for the meal – he had been busy tending a patient in the hospital wing who’s wounds were not healing as quickly as he would like.. Although pre-occupied with his own worries, he noticed that there was a stranger in the Hall (Gallid ) speaking with Peldir.
Grizzly however, continued to the dining hall – and was delighted to find they had another visitor – Halbarad, who had already finished his meal and was enjoying a pint of ale.


Halbarad called out to Grizzly to join him at the table as the old healer entered looking somewhat greyer and more lined than when they had last met, moving a little more slowly and with a more pronounced limp than usual. It appeared to the younger ranger that the old healer’s arthritis was causing him some trouble – possibly due to the cold weather they were experiencing. <?: prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><O:P></O:P>
The two friends then caught up on some news and small talk, until Halbarad decided that it was time to distribute the gifts he had brought from Osdolen. For Grizzly he carried a special gout remedy from Imladris and some candied figs. Grizzly was grateful for both gifts but protested that he was not in need of any medicine!
Halbarad then moved cheerfully around the table – first presenting the strong and muscular Celegon, who was in charge of the endurance course with a thick new cloak For <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Telamar [/B]who presided over the tracking and Survival Grounds there were a new pair of boots.<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"> [/B]To <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Moriel,[/B] the tall and youthful looking Peredhel instructor he delivered a sword maintenance kit – containing a vial of oil, a soft cloth, leather wax and a new whetstone.
<DIV><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Aithril [/B]the bowmistress, who<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"> [/B]had been at the training grounds for fourteen years, received a small parcel containing some sweet smelling lanolin moisturiser and fine soap.
<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Halbarad[/B] placed the parcel for <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Peldir [/B]in front of his place at the table as he was still absent from the room having been called to the Hall to meet a new recruit <O:P></O:P>“I bring Yuletide greetings from your fellow rangers in Osdolen” he said to the room in general. “May the winter pass quickly and the spring bring hope of better times”Edited by: Rian Eliowen

Androthelm Theromal
07/Feb/2012, 04:45 AM
Gallid waited in silence, not speaking for fear that he would make matters worse. He could see that his life as a Ranger was hanging by a thread. Of course I couldn't just go flaunting around my past among these folk. It was just foolosh he thought. The other ranger, Peldir, still had not responded, and he was worried that he might be turned out, assuming they let him live with the knowledge of Osdolen's location.
He gulped loudly.



OOC:((I only posted thsi because this thread is toptoeing close and closer to the next page,andthis is one thread that I dont think anyone would want to lose in the clutter of old posts))Edited by: Androthelm Theromal

Tarawen
08/Feb/2012, 03:39 AM
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Peldir, Aithril, Celegon
Great Hall, Dining Hall

"Well, then, Gallid." Peldir gave the newcomer a stern but concerned look over the parchment held steadily in his hand. "I'm deeply sorry to hear about the way things turned out for your friends and your mother. And I'm glad to know that you have survival skills, but you must know that if you take up training with us, stealing of any kind contradicts the values we uphold, though we may uphold them silently in the face of the wide world." He looked searchingly at Gallid, sensing the man's nervousness. As Grizzly passed through the hall, he gave a cursory nod and wave to the trainer, altogether distracted by the new recruit.

"Alright," he said. "I trust that the oath you swore at Osdolen will hold you to the values and commitments of the Dunedain of the North; for in finding the training grounds, it's apparent that you did swear the oath. Know that the oath is binding and act accordingly."

Peldir finished rather brusquely, though not out of a desire to hurt Gallid or wound his pride. Rather, he meant to give a warning about the seriousness of the oath and the life he would now lead. "You must be starving, friend," he said, warming to Gallid now that the difficult part of the conversation had passed. "Let's get you some food."

</font>With a smile, he motioned for Gallid to precede him into the dining hall. "Fill up a plate with as much as you want," he instructed, patting the new recruit on the shoulder in a fatherly way. "You'll need the energy for your training."

As he left Gallid to fend for himself at the table laden with Sally's cooking, Halbarad's joyous tones rose above the din of the dining hall. Aithril, glancing up from her conversation with Elegost to receive her small parcel with a broad smile illuminating her face. "Lovely!" she said, holding up the soap to sniff it and inhaling the fresh scent of lanolin. After a moment's thought, though, her nose crinkled mischievously. "Those Osdoeln fellows think I'm smelly? If anyone's smelly here, it's Celegon," she remarked, laughing toward Celegon who was now trying to manage his new cloak without dipping it into his stew accidentally. "Hey!" the well-muscled man called, having finally folded up the cloak on his lap. "If anything we're equally smelly. Though if you need a cloak to keep you warm, you can borrow mine." He grinned at his fellow trainer and returned to his meal, ravenous from the endurance work he had done that day.

Peldir smiled to see his trainers so happy. "Thank you, Halbarad," he said, gripping his comrade's arm in a brotherly gesture. "Winter has only begun, though we will look to the coming of spring with hopeful eyes."

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Androthelm Theromal
09/Feb/2012, 03:19 PM
Gallid let out a sigh of relief, he still had a chance of training as a Ranger. He entered the dining hall, where, as before, he saw a handful of Rangers around a table, talking.Peldir had told him he could have some food, and though his stomach warned him he should follow that advice, he was still slightly troubled. He had joined the theives several years previously, but he had never enjoyed it. Always he had thought, just this last job, then I'm done, and always he would be sucked deeper and deeper in. He remembered the terrible conflict that had ended his life there, yet it seemed that the theives haunted him yet, affecting even his new life. Grimacing,he moved forward to get himself some food.Edited by: Androthelm Theromal

Tarawen
22/Feb/2012, 03:13 AM
The dinner conversation dwindled till only a few voices could be heard within the dining hall, most others having retired to their chambers to sleep.

The dawn brings a new day--lightly sprinkled with snow--to Maenorthrond, though the trainers have not let that stop them . . .
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Aithril
Archery and Combat Range
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Aithril looped a deep green scarf around her neck, allowing it to cover part of her face as she stepped out of the great doors of Maenorthrond into a sparkling morning. A light dusting of snow covered the grounds, and the bright sun glinted off the tops of trees and the crests of hills, as if cheerily announcing the arrival of winter weather.

Small puffs of air preceded her as she exhaled, jogging slowly toward the shed where her training equipment was stored. Her worn fur-lined boots kept the moisture out and the warmth in, so she was comfortable on this chilly morning. She was happy to see a bright morning dawn, for these would be the best conditions for shooting--the day promised clear air with good visibility. Slinging a sheath of arrows over her shoulder and gripping her bow with her gloved right hand, Aithril stepped out of the shed and onto the archery range. She braced her legs in the snow, knees slightly bent as she surveyed the targets down the field.

In one fluid motion, she nocked an arrow and let it soar toward the target, a faint smile playing on her lips for the love of her craft and the crisp morning.
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Celegon
Endurance Course</font>

The sound of feet pounding on the hardened ground rose from the Endurance Course. One set of footprints left a trail through the dusting of snow that covered the ground, betraying Celegon's presence and his early-morning exercise regimen. Hand prints revealed that pushups were a part of this orderly routine, though in the winter months he donned smooth leather gloves to keep out the cold. It was a perfect morning, he thought as he sprinted up a low slope, for a workout.

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Peldir
Great Hall</font>

From the doorway of the Great Hall, Peldir surveyed the active trainers with a warm sense of satisfaction. "Ahh, it doesn't seem like so long ago that I was out there," he commented to the empty hall. "And yet, it also seems a lifetime ago." Aithril's arrow sped toward the target, hitting center as the manager of the grounds knew it would from the second he saw her take her stance. And of course, that crazy Celegon--always out at the crack of dawn to strengthen his body when Peldir was still asleep or in the kitchens, pestering Sally for some breakfast.

Of course, he knew the trainers dined early. He knew they had a training regimen to stick to themselves if they were to be in any state to train new recruits and old veterans alike. They had to be the best, the sharpest, and the ultimately the most humble in their areas--for they were always learning, even from the most newly-minted rangers. And for this Peldir respected and loved his trainers. He took a bite of his usual morning apple--though this one was somewhat leathery from the time it had spent in storage--and retreated from the chill morning air to sit at the registration table, awaiting the bustle that would come when the trainees awoke or arrived.</font>
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Rian Eliowen
22/Feb/2012, 01:28 PM
Halbarad did not wake as early as usual - mostly because the comfort of sleeping in a bed and in safety was so unusual an experience for the seasoned ranger that he instinctively made the most of the extra few hours sleep. When he finally awoke he dressed quickly, remembering that he was to take a tour of the training grounds with Peldir in the morning. Alerted by sounds coming from the building and from outdoors, hefirst made his way to the hall. "Ahh, it doesn't seem like so long ago that I was out there," he thought he heard Peldir say aloud - but almost as if to himself he then added "And yet, it also seems a lifetime ago." By the timeHalbarad rounded the corner Peldir was sitting at the registration table.
"You must miss the action my friend - but look at the bright side - you and I can go and inspect what is taking place, rather than having to be inspected - that has to be a bonus!" he said with a smile as he neared the table. "Aragorn has specially asked for a report as to which skills each of the trainees most excells at. What time and where will we begin our tour of the grounds?"

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</font>Dairen</span>
was already up and making the most of the fine but crisp winter’s morning.
After a quick breakfast he had taken his bow and arrows , making his way over
the snow covered grounds to the archery and combat range as he wished to get in
some training with Aithril this
morning. It looked as if she was going to do some practice </span>herself. He watched, as muffled up in a deep
green scarf to protect her face from the cold, she took her first shot on the archery
range. Aithril was certainlyan expert archerand he hoped to gain some pointers from her
to improve his technique here - archery had always been one of those skills
that he knew he could do better with consistent practice, but time had not
always allowed him that luxury in the past. Today was the day! He waited for
her to finish her own practice before he approached. </span>
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Androthelm Theromal
22/Feb/2012, 08:37 PM
Gallid
The Great Hall

Gallid had woken early, as an instinct from traveling for so long. After visiting the Dining Hall for a light meal, he walked to the entrance of the Great Hall. To his suprise, several rangers were already awake and practicing. You should have expected that he muttered its not as if these folk seem likely to laze about is it? He could see that there were already two Rangers near the Archery Range, Aithril and Dairen, Peldir and Halbarad were near the table where Gallid had submitted his form, indeed, Gallid had walked past them on his way to the entrance.
Well, no time like the present for finding things out
He approached Peldir, then began Excuse me for interrupting, but is there any specific way I must begin training?
He used his most polite tones, wanting to make up for his poor first appearance last night.

OOC((Tarawen The Events of his first evening will continue to haunt Gallid for the rest of his time at Maenorthron http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/smileys/smiley3.gif))

Gilrandir
27/Feb/2012, 10:29 AM
<b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">Your name: [/b]Tallas Gilrandir

</span>Experience in combat, healing, and survival: Proficient in archery and survival skills

</span>Skills to offer: Good at tracking and hunting

</span>Skills desired: Needs training in hand-to-hand combat and some healing</span>



</span></font>Tallas finished scrawling his name on a piece of parchment, and began to list his skills...Archery, the thought. That was his forte. The day he had learned to run was the day his father Talladan had taught him to use a bow and arrow. Every good ranger, his father had said, must be handy with a bow and blade. Your survival depends on it, if you expect to spend long weeks in the wilderness.Just like his father before him, Tallas was an adept hunter, and the talk of the town when he brought home his first boar after spending nearly a week in the Chetwood alone. His mother and sister had worried that he had gotten lost, or killed by wolves; but Tallas had proven himself as skilled a hunter as any wolf in the Bree-lands, if not better.</span></font>
</span></font>And here he was, among Rangers. His father's people.</span></font>
</span></font>Tallas and his sister, Andriel, had parted ways after they had sworn their oath to Khallador at Osdolen. Andriel insisted that she needed to say goodbye to some friends in Staddle....or was it Buckland? Tallas couldn't remember off the top of his head...his sister had somehow gained favor with the local halflings some time ago when she had foolishly attempted to track down the brigands who had killed Talladan only a few years before. Aside from admiring their hospitality, Tallas could never understand what his sister saw in the little people.</span></font>
</span></font>Tallas had arrived just before dawn; he decided to hurry to Maenorthrond, as the days were quickly getting colder. Although he had proven to be an excellent outdoorsman, he was not particularly keen on spending his time sleeping out in the cold. It had snowed the previous night, and Tallas was not about to lie down for the night and freeze to death so soon before he'd begin his training. As he finished writing, he noticed another novice (Gallid) approach the man behind the table (Peldir) and ask about training. The young man looked a bit nervous as he spoke. Tallas tried his best to hide his own apprehension...he did not want to appear weak in front of these men.</span></font>

Moriel
29/Feb/2012, 04:22 AM
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Combat Range


</font></font>Snow puffed around Moriel's ankles as she walked, treading through the night's fresh snowfall on the path to the archery and combat range. One set of tracks stretched out before her: Aithril had beaten her to duties this morning, and was no doubt already limbering up her bow. The peredhel's pace was leisurely, and as she traveled a rhythmic crunching accompanied her steps, and neat bites made quick work of the rosy apple in her hand. No appointments yet, and her progress was a stroll, taking time to breathe deeply of the crisp winter air, not a breath of which stirred her heavy black locks. When at last Moriel reached the combat range, the apple's core had long since vanished into the eager paws of a squirrel, and her blood was warmed with a pace quickened to jogging. As expected, she could see Aithril there across the way where the archery range abutted her own field, occupied with bow and arrow. Crossing to the weapons shed, Moriel threw open the door and strode inside, straight to the task she had appointed herself for the morning. A trio of swords stood, unscabbarded, against the opposite wall, their blades speckled with rust. They had been discovered the previous evening, and the peredhel now gathered them up, along with a scouring-stone and a flask of oil. Taking herself back out into the open air, Moriel sat on a bench outside the shed and, tucking one leg up beneath herself, went to work.</font></font>

Beren Camlost
14/Mar/2012, 06:40 PM
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</font> Eat whatSallybrings you, Camlost, and here -Strider shoved the unfinished pancakes and bacon towardsBeren.Enjoy.Berenhesitantly smiled and began to consume the eggs first.Aragorntook a long pull of his ice water and set the emptied glass back upon the table. You should shoot something, Aragorn proposed with a laugh,How about you practice your archery with Aithril ?Try giving the other courses a go, too.Take your mind off this unhappy situation for a while ;Jaenawould want you to.Eyes brimming,Berennodded wordlessly andAragornrubbed his shoulder before he walked out of the mess hall.</font>
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Strider</font>The Great Hall</font>
</font> Good morning, Peldir, Aragorn greeted warmly as he appeared suddenly near the table where the sinewy, white-haired Ranger sat ; Aragorn's smile was impish, he had not sent a message to anyone of his coming arrival before today. Aragorn embraced Halbarad manfully and reverted his attention to the overseer of Maenorthrond.</font>
</font> I didn't expect to come here until recently, which is why I told Halbarad weeks ago that I'd like a report about the strengths of the recruits, when my betrothed's father contacted me two days ago by dove at Weathertop ; Elrond's Herald will be touring the facility at this appointed time and it's been a few months since I observed the instruction here. I thought it would be a splendid surprise if I came unexpectedly.</font>
</font> Aragorn extended his hand toward the man named Gallid and Strider beamed at young Tallas whom he knew. Fancy seeing you here, son ! Strider clasped his wrist comradely. I suspect your sister Andriel has taken the Oath as well at Osdolen ? Aragorn questioned. Is she all right, Tallas ? Aragorn tried to settle down. Great, he wryly thought, fearful,now Mr. Camlost has me nervous......</font>
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Androthelm Theromal
14/Mar/2012, 11:42 PM
Gallid</font>The Great Hall</font></font>Gallid had seen the man who now approached on several occasions in the Prancing Pony, back in Bree. It made sense to him that he would be one of the Rangers, when the man stretched out his hand, Gallid shook it nervously, hoping to make a better impression on this man than on Peldir. </font></font></font>(OOC</font> Let's see how long we can go before Gallid realises Aragorn is the leader of the Dunedain, he only knows him as Strider</font>)</font></font>



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Gilrandir
03/Apr/2012, 11:13 PM
<b style="text-align: left; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">Strider[/b]beamed at young</span><b style="text-align: left; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">Tallas[/b]whom he knew.</span><i style="text-align: left; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">Fancy seeing you here, son ![/i]<b style="text-align: left; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">Strider[/b]clasped his wrist comradely.</span><i style="text-align: left; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">I suspect your sisterAndrielhas taken the Oath as well at Osdolen ?[/i]</span><b style="text-align: left; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">Aragorn[/b]questioned.</span><i style="text-align: left; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">Is she all right,Tallas?[/i]



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[/i]Tallasgrinned as Stridergreeted him. It had been several years since he had last seen this esteemed ranger, and yet it looked as if he hadn't aged a day. The wonders of being blessed with the longevity of the Dunedain, Tallas thought.</font>
</font>"Andrielis all right, sir," Tallasassured him. "She took the oath with me at Osdolen. She just had to tie up some loose ends back home before coming here. She should be here in a day or so."</font>

Tarawen
08/Apr/2012, 07:25 PM
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Apple core in hand, Peldir found himself in the midst of a small crowd of rangers, all vying for the opportunity to speak about the training at the grounds. Halbarad had arrived first, wide-awake and ready to begin an inspection of the facility. "It's certainly nice to be in here when the weather's chill like today," he grinned, "But I do miss the more active life. Now it seems like all I'm good for is giving walk-around tours!" He chuckled as he tossed his apple core out into the snow--fine food for rabbits that might venture out into the open today.

"I expect Aragorn'll be happy to hear your report regardless of where we begin," he went on. As more young faces appeared in the hall, his eyes widened a bit in surprise and happiness. "Let's start after I make sure that all these newcomers are off to a good start this morning."

"Gallid, isn't it?" he said to the sheepish-looking ranger. "Well, that all depends on where you'd like to hone your skills most, son. There's training in the healing arts, archery, combat, and strength. All are important for survival--but what would you like to tackle first? That'll be the best place to begin."

Another young man approached the registration table with a completed parchment in hand. Peldir beckoned for the newcomer to hand over his parchment form. "So, Tallas. Hand-to-hand combat, eh? Well, then the first girl you'll want to see is Moriel out on the combat range." He gestured out the door toward where Aithril stood shooting with Dairen by her side and where Moriel had just begun the careful process of cleaning her weapons. "Though if it's healing you'll want to start with, you'll want to head down the hall to the Halls of Healing and speak to Grizzly. What do you think?"

Before the new ranger could respond, however, another newcomer emerged from the dining hall--though this man Peldir recognized. "Aragorn?" he cried with incredulity as the Chieftain of the Dunedain embraced Halbarad and greeted him warmly. "Why, I'll say this is a surprise! Halbarad and I were just speaking of how we would get started on a tour so he could report back to you. Seems like you'd rather get the job done yourself!" He laughed lightly and leaned casually against the registration table. "A splendid surprise, indeed!"

While Aragorn spoke evenly with the new recruits, Peldir observed how his kind manner and softly strong demeanor mixed well to create an air of a man whom one could trust. He was building relationships and showing those who had signed on as rangers that he, as their leader, cared deeply about the people in the northern lands.

"Good to know we'll have another recruit!" Peldir said, nodding toward Tallas. "It'll be a regular ol' beehive of activity here once we get started today." He grinned toward Aragorn and Halbarad, noting a lull in the conversation. "What say we get started by touring the grounds outside, then come back in to see the Halls of Healing and warm up before lunch?"</font>

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She had just loosed another arrow into the chill. crisp morning air when she heard the soft crunch of snow beneath boots. Keeping her eye on her arrow until it thumped into the target across the range, Aithril turned toward her new company (Dairen) with a smile.

"Come for some work on archery?" she inquired, noticing that she had seen this man the previous night in the dining hall. "You must have been working with somebody else before. What have you worked on so far? And what is your name?." Her bow hung by her side in her hand, stilled for the time being as she got to know her new trainee.</font>

Androthelm Theromal
09/Apr/2012, 09:50 PM
Gallid </font>Great Hall</font></font>When Peldir asked him what he would like to begin with, Gallid's answer was almost instantaneous. I need training in healing, definitely, if I had been better trained, then much sadness would not have come to pass. Where must I go to recieve training in that respect, sir. Gallid stopped, wondering if he was overdoing the politeness and if it might be taken as insolence. That would be just perfect, wouldn't it...</font>

Rainelle Hérandil
16/Apr/2012, 01:47 AM
Great Hall
Emeralda

Emma </font>had finally taken the time to venture out to this place, riding her horse Ellerina. She stopped and looked around the place before taking the horse into the stables and put her securely in a stall. Then she found her own way to the great hall and looked around before walking up to take the quill and record her information.</font>

Your name: </font>Emeralda (still in OOC uncertainty about last name</font>)</font>
Experience in combat, healing, and survival: </font>quite a lot in each</font>
Skills to offer (forum_posts.asp?TID=242359#): </font>Healing, archery, sword fighting, tracking, hunting, etc.</font>
Skills desired:</font> just basically refinement in each, especially sword fighting.

She finished, then smiled a little as she handed the paper to the person who seemed to be in charge. She wasn't sure what to do now so she just waited for further instructions.
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Tarawen
21/Apr/2012, 03:20 AM
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</font>Great Hall
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"If it's healing you'll be wanting, Gallid, you'll need to seek out Girion Grimstaff--known around here as Grizzly." He gestured toward a hall leading off the Great Hall. "Take the first left down this hallway," he said. "There you'll find Grizzly; I know he's got a couple of other trainees right now, but you can be sure that he'll be happy to take you on."

Before he could set off for a tour of the grounds with Aragorn and Halbarad, Peldir heard the soft falling of new footsteps echoing in the Great Hall. He turned, grey hair and grey eyes flashing in the sunlight streaming into the hall through the open front door.

"Well, well, well. Seems like quite the busy day here at the training grounds," he said in greeting to the young woman (Emerelda) who had just finished filling out her registration form. He took a step toward the table where she stood, picking up the parchment and scanning it quickly. "Looks like you've already got quite a few skills, Emerelda. The direction your training takes here at Maenorthrond will be up to you--where would you like to start? We'll point you in the right direction once you've chosen what skill you would like to begin working on."</font>

Rian Eliowen
23/Apr/2012, 05:34 AM
<DIV>Dairen - Archery Range
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<DIV>Dairen rose in courtesy from the log on which he had been sitting, as Aithril approached. Close up she was even more arresting than at a distance, and for a moment Dairen felt tongue tied and clumsy in her presence. Forcing himself to appear more relaxed than he actually felt he answered her questions.“I am called Dairen, maam, Dairen Eliowen, originally from Hoarwell. “ He paused and then tried to explain his level of knowledge. “Although I have been a soldier for a good few years, and done quite a bit of training in the basics of archery, I have to admit that it is not my strongest skill. I find that my shoulder (the bow arm) becomes incredibly sore after a few shots, and then of course that affects my aim – while others are getting a bead on the target I seem to get worse - and by then I fell so mad that I just want to use the bow as a club instead – or just get out my sword. I hoped that you might be able to see what I am doing wrong.” He smiled at her boots, umwilling to meet her eyes. <?: prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><O:P></O:P>
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<O:P></O:P>Girion 'Grizzly' Grimstaff heard his name being mentioned as he made his slow and painful way to the main Hall – there to his surprise he found Aragorn and the famous Beren Camlost. Maenorthrond was certainly being treated to some special visitors this season! Aragorn was, along with Elrond the Half-elven, one of the greatest healers in the land, and Grizzly had often used him as an example of what his students should aspire to as both a ranger and a healer. Surprised but very delighted that they had taken the trouble to visit Maenorthrond, he waited for them to finish their conversation. He looked over to where Peldir was speaking with some new comers (Emerelda and Gallid) - the young man looked rather ill at ease. One of these must be the person whom he had been telling to “seek out Girion Grimstaff” Well he had saved them the trouble!Edited by: Rian Eliowen

Rainelle Hérandil
23/Apr/2012, 10:01 AM
Great Hall
Emeralda

Emma </font>had no sooner finished filling out her form than she was addressed by the person in charge. She thought for a moment before replying. "I should think swordsmanship would be the thing I need to work on the most." She told him. She was rather good at it, but she had never been as satisfactorily at it as she would like. Especially after that near catastrophe in Deadman's Dike, when she had been ambushed and nearly killed, if not for her grandfather's aid. Plus, her childhood friend she had grown up with, Dare, had always been better than her. Of course, she was always better at archery than him, but she felt that she needed to master all of it. So here she was, to get official training.</font>

Gilrandir
23/Apr/2012, 12:37 PM
OOC: ((</span>Before I start my next post, I need to clear some things up...is Peldir just taking Halbarad and Aragorn on this tour of the grounds? I wanted to know before I posted so I don't accidentally have Tallas ask to tag along on this tour uninvited. I must apologize, I've been a bit busy with school these past few weeks and haven't had time to read through some of these posts. &lt;__&lt;</font>))</span>

Androthelm Theromal
24/Apr/2012, 03:33 PM
Great Hall</font>Gallid</font></font>Another man approached just as Peldir suggested that Gallid seek out Girian Grimstaff. He nodded politely to the man,and introduced himself saying Hello, sir, my name is Gallid, Son of Maridir, He was a Ranger once, but that was many years ago. Better to make a good impression than no impression, and as He'd already made a rather bad impression on Peldir, he might as well try his very best to be respectful of the other senior Rangers</font>

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27/Apr/2012, 01:39 AM
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Girion 'Grizzly' Grimstaff heard Gallid's greeting </span>"Hello,
sir, my name is Gallid, Son of
Maridir, He was a Ranger once, but that was many years ago."</font>Grizzly looked thoughtful and then replied "Maradir -
hmm I think I knew him when I was young - a valiant man! So, what brings
you
here - were you the one I heard asking for training?" He looked briefly
at Peldir and his exhalted guests - but
they were deep in conversation, so he decided to greet them properly
later on. "I could do with some more trainees - why don't you come along to see me in the hospital wing when you are ready. I have a few patients to catch up with - then I should be able to find out what your ready to learn!" With that comment he stumped away to his own area of Maenorthrond. - He never was much of a one for company!</font><a href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRGibs&#111;n%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cms ohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" target="_blank"></font>
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Androthelm Theromal
27/Apr/2012, 07:14 PM
Great Hall</font>Gallid</font></font>At Girion's descrption of his father, Gallid blushed slightly. Yes, sir, my father died just after I was born, and I can't help but worry that it will happen again. Especially since my mother was killed a few months back. I need training, sir, and I need it soon. If I don't... I don't want to think about what will happen.</font>

Tarawen
01/May/2012, 03:07 AM
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Aithril</font>
Archery and Combat Range</font>

She nodded as her new trainee spoke of his past experience with a bow and arrows. "Sounds like you may have some issues with form, my friend. Give me a minute, and we'll see what we can see about the way you are shooting." Aithril then set off at a light jog across the archery range, kicking up powdery snow as she went. Sensing that she would need to see Dairen shoot some, she meant to retrieve her arrows from the targets at which she had aimed earlier that morning. Gripping them firmly, she extracted her precious arrows and slid them back into the quiver slung across her back, trotting once more across the range to where Dairen stood.

"Now that that's cleared up," she said, breath forming white clouds in front of her as she stood and faced her trainee. "Let's see you shoot. You say you've got some pain when you shoot for long periods? I can see why that might be frustrating for you. Let's see you shoot and then we can go from there. Try to hit those five targets across the range--get as close to each bullseye as you can."
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"'Tis a noble pursuit, and a skilled art," said Peldir when Emerelda had stated her choice in training. "You'll want to see Moriel for aid in that area. She's outside on the archery and combat range, just getting herself ready for a day's training. She'll be glad to take you on, I'm sure." Peldir gestured toward the front door with a wide, sweeping motion to guide Emerelda to her training site.

Just as he finished, however, yet another figure joined the crowd assembled in the Great Hall--none other than Grizzly himself! "Morning, Grimstaff!" he boomed in greeting to the master of healing. "On your way for a little breakfast?" He chuckled a bit as Gallid introduced himself, a polite lad despite a somewhat uncertain start. As Gallid told the story of his family, Peldir found himself thinking that this young man had much more to tell than he had revealed on their first meeting the night before. "Well, Gallid, it's a sorry shame to hear that such things have happened in your family. But I'll be looking out to see that you are training hard to avoid a repeat of those sad events." Peldir looked at the young recruit kindly, then waved to Aragorn and Halbarad. "Come, my friends. What's say we have a look around the grounds? First stop--the archery and combat range!" He took a step toward the door, hoping the two leaders of the Dunedain of the North would join him on an official tour of the grounds.

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Rainelle Hérandil
02/May/2012, 01:48 AM
Great Hall
Emeralda

Emma </font>listened as he told her where to go, and nodded. "Thank you very much." She said in reply to Peldir.</font> She was a little nervous about this. It wasn't
like she didn't know how to fight with a sword. She had been training
with sword and bow since she was very young, in play first, then more
seriously. But her friend Dare, whom she had grown up with and used to
train with, could still usually beat her in a duel, and recently she had
been almost defeated by a pair of bandits who ambushed her. So she
thought it best to sharpen her skills. Maybe the rangers could teach
her things that Dare couldn't.</font> She walked in the direction he had pointed, and </font>soon</font> found herself outside.

</font>Combat Range</font>

Upon arriving at the combat range, she stood quietly and looked around for Moriel. She laid her pack against a post so that it would be out of the way, and took her bow off of her shoulders, leaning it against the post with her pack. She left her quiver with it, but kept her sword strapped around her waist with a thick leather belt. She wondered if she ought to use a different sword for practice, because she didn't want to get the blade dented or dulled. It had been her father's sword, and she liked to keep it in good shape. She decided to ask Moriel what she should do, when she spoke with her.

(OOC: I'm not sure where Moriel is, so I didn't want to just say that she's there when she might not be</font>)
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Rian Eliowen
04/May/2012, 05:19 AM
Dairen - Archery and
Combat Range

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Dairen, tied a
leather bracer over his shirt, then
picking up his bow and quiver he took his
place where Aithril had indicated - a fair distance from the
targets.
Aware of her close scruitiny and feeling rather self conscious, he set
his feet
carefully shoulder width apart in the traditional square position, and
tried
not to lock his kees leaving them slightly relaxed. Pulling an arrow
from the
quiver which he had slung on his back,
he inspected it briefly for flaws and then laid it across the
bow
attaching the nock of the arrow onto the bowstring. It was indeed quite
some
time since he had been on a training ground.</font>




He curled the
fingers of his drawing hand around the
bowstring and gripped the bow with the other hand. Stretching forward his bow arm he raised the bow and
pulled on the string using his broad back muscles and letting his elbow draw
back
until the thumb was resting at the corner of his mouth. Dairen centered
his
attention, forcing all thought from his mind lining up the arrow so that
it was
pointing at the first target, On the count of three he exhaled and let
his
fingers straighten and slip off the bow string.
He tried not to flinch as the bowstring
lashed against the leather bracer, watching to see where the arrow
landed. The
first arrow at least thwacked into the
target, although somewhat off to the right of the bullseye and slightly
on the
high side.

He worked through this routine
several more times, his movements feeling mechanical rather than
inspired, although he
attempted to correct his aim with each shot. The second shot buried
itself
slightly below the centre of the target
and to the left because he had over corrected.
The third was carried away by an errant gust of the morning
breeze, and
so he continued, his aim not greatly improving and the familiar ache of
his arm
muscles beginning to burn towards the last few targets. When he finished
he had
he had several arrows embedded in each of the targets at least. It was
workman-like archery but not especially fine shooting. He hoped that
Aithril
might be able to give his technique some polish and stop his shoulder
becoming
stiff and strained afterwards.
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Asha'bellanar
18/May/2012, 02:52 AM
OOC@Tarawen - (</font>I suppose it's my turn to apologize? smileys/smiley13.gif *shakes fist at real life*</font>)</font>
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Elegost Whitehorn NPC
Dining Hall

Elegost chuckled. "Of course, and I am happy to see my technique is satisfactory, as constructive as it is" he joked, not afraid to analyze his own organization when it came to a bow and arrows. It was his tendency in various aspects of life, those close to him could verify such notion. Elegost smiled, content to have such an excellent trainer to refresh and improve his acquired abilities. He helped himself to food items similar to Aithril, but chose ale over wine. Elegost felt spoiled almost, good remarks and good sustenance - what more could you ask for? Perhaps he wasn't use to such generosity, he had had his share of ill fortune all his life, few that knew him thoroughly could verify that. Once Aithril had finished eating she mentioned hunting, Elegost smiled but blinked at her words concerning moving targets. "I think, I can do that" he mumbled, before slapping the palm of his right hand to his forehead. "Sorry" he continued with an airy laugh, "of course I can do that!"</font> Elegost had forgotten for a moment of all the bandits and fell creatures that had demanded a good chase before eradication, and boy could they run!</font>

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</font>Archery and Combat Range

</font>He jogged up to Aithril, content to work with her once again. A white frost trimmed his boots, and icy flakes had nestled in his short beard. Clad with a warm thermal cream-colored shirt beneath his leather vest, Elegost was ready to challenge himself with the next step in his training. Nodding to Aithril in greeting, he waited patiently and ready with his bow, as he witnessed the one known to him as Dairen shoot.</font>

Beren Camlost
14/Jun/2012, 08:54 PM
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</font> I'm a busy man but observing the training of new Rangers I'll take a particular interest in whenever I'm in the region, my friend, Aragorn assured Peldir. That sounds like a plan, commander, Aragorn agreed when Peldir offered they and Halbarad take a tour of the grounds outside then afterwards visit the healing chambers before resting for lunch.</font>
</font> Beren, who had emerged from the feast hall, heard Peldir recommend they stop first by the archery course where he was headed so he lingered amid the powerful men as they walked out of the building. And hopefully we can keep Bear occupied so we'll have enough food to eat, Aragorn suggested, grey eyes glittering in amusement and he chuckled as he saw Camlost roll his eyes with a broad grin.</font>
</font>*</font>Archery and Combat Range</font>
</font> We have a special guest today, Beren whispered to Elegost as he passed near his friend and jerked a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the ruggedly-fair leader of the Dúnedain, Aragorn son of Arathorn, swathed in green gravitating toward the archery and combat course with Peldir and Halbarad. You better wipe those boots ! There may be an inspection ! Beren jokingly told Elegost and, chuckling, lightly thwacked his arm before opening the doors of the shed nearby.He removed a quiver of black-fletched arrows from a weapons shed and a recurve bow ; Beren approached Aithril, the brown-haired archery master wearing a deerskin vest, but politely waited to see if Aragorn would say anything inspiring to him and Dairen, Aithril and Elegost, Emeralda and Moriel, and others present.</font>
</font> The Chieftain of the Rangers, aglow in the morning light, clasped his hands behind his back, addressing everyone in hearing distance. Do not allow my presence to overwhelm your concentration ; I'm only a watcher here and won't be tutoring nor grading anyone's performance, trainer or trainee. Carry on and best fortune to your future deeds in protection of Eriador. It was a short speech, most likely because he didn't want to disrupt practice here. Aragorn smiled as he reached to grip Aithril's hand. Good morning ! How goes it ? Aragorn released his firm hold, asking respectfully, Would you mind it if I asked what your method of teaching and testing are ? He glanced at Dairen, Elegost, and Beren knowing they probably wanted to know what they had to do to pass the course if they weren't here just to hone their skills ; he would ask the same ofall Rangers who oversaw the completion of a progam's sequence here.</font>
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Edited by: Aigronding Mordagnir

Eafurth
16/Jun/2012, 12:50 PM
<b style="color: rgb34, 34, 34; : rgba255, 255, 255, 0.917969; ">Gederas Swythe[/b]It had taken Gederas some time to find Maenorthrond, since he had had some business to attend to in Osdolen. Then when it finally came to it, his skills were put to the test in finding the secret training grounds. When he finally discovered it, he was overjoyed. He would actually betrainingwith the Rangers! The tall and newly-become Dúnedain, who had shoulder length dark hair and a clear, clean, and smooth face with dark blue eyes, enetered Maenorthrond with a thumping heart. His horseÆtior, a Friesian, was tired and sweating. Seeing the path to the stables, Ged led the horse down it. He unsaddled him and watered him, then led him to a stall. Hoping someone would feed him since he didn't want to just up and take what food was there without asking, he followed the path to the </span>Great Hall.</font>
</font>Great Hall</font>Gederas entered the Great Hall just in time to see what looked like something very important. There appeared to be a very important person there, a commander of some sort. Ged stood back in awe of the people and remained in the shadows. He wasn't sure what to do next. Should he wait, or introduce himself, or leave? Ged was not one for uncertainty. He simply thought through the problem. Important people here....no good introducing myself. Important people here....no good standing here looking awkward hoping one of them will have mercy, since they have their own things to do. Leave? Of course not! What did I come in here for? Wha-....... What did I come in here for? Oh, right, to register as I was instructed at Osdolen. Right. Register. Over....there. He headed over to the registration table. Even though he was a very simple young man, his father had taught him to read and write, as well as a few of his own skills he had learned in the Rangers, but not many since he had passed too soon.</font>
</font>He looked over the form, picked up the quill, and in a small flowing script filled out the following.</font>
</font><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">Your name: Gederas Swythe (Ged)
Experience in combat, healing, and survival: Very little combat, none in healing, and much in survival
Skills to offer: I know the woods and rocks, and can hunt any living thing given the time.
Skills desired: Anything my superiors think appropriate (so basically, everything you have to offer!)</font>[/b]<b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">
</font>[/b]He finished filling out the form, ending it with a flourish, and looked over it. Good. It appears to be in order. He liked to think himself very witty but not in an arrogant way; so he chuckled a bit as he read his last entry. He hoped his training at Maenorthrond would go well so he could serve the Dúnedain, and their lord, Aragorn, worthily. But that was something that Ged didn't worry about. He didn't bother over whether he would fail or succeed in the future. He knew that all that mattered was what he did in the present. He would not live in the past or the future. He would remember the past and plan for the future, but would stop there. He looked around, waiting for someone to come check over his form. However, he was not impatient because he knew he was doing exactly what he was supposed to right at this moment, so he continued to wait, knowing he was being a good Ranger.</font>
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Haflin
14/Jul/2012, 02:34 AM
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Erathor
The path he had taken to finally arrive here had not been a straight one. Nor had it been wide or obvious, but for one of such profession as Erathor it was not at all impossible to find. The morning he had begun the skies had been clear and the air cool and crisp. Of course that had been a day before and now that he had cleared the woods and found the northern hills it was a bit more chilly, not to mention overcast and windy.It was adubious combination but nothing compared to the cold he had come to Osdolen in. He shivered just at the bare memory, but that man had gone and the one he had been replaced by was stronger for his struggles.

The path through the woods was well concealed, he had to admit, it had taken all of his garnered woodcraft and the focus of the keen eyes of a hunter to find the runes etched into the trees and stones which signified the otherwise invisible trail to his final destination. And now he could see the fruits of his labors, from the crest of the hill where his horse stood with him atop it, he could see the tall stone buildings away off in the distance nestled amidst the glen of three hills: Maenothrond; the lair of the rangers. A feeling of satisfaction filled him, despite his troubles and his past griefs, he had overcome and he had proven that he at least still had some skill in reading the land about him. From there, it was just a matter of a small ride under a grey sky until he found the trail that led to the fort's entrance. There he left his horse to rest next to a Fresian that had also been tied there and approached the doors to the hall before him. As he neared them, the great stone buildings towered above, and to him it seemed that they were but remnants of a former glory; relics of a more powerful kingdom but by no means bowed before the steady passage of time. As there was still strength in those walls, so too were there still strength in the Dunedain. With a final long breath, he opened the doors to the Great hall and stepped inside, throwing back the cloak that surrounded his shoulders.

Great Hall

So entering, he felt himself dwarfed by the size of the building around him. In fact, he was so busy looking at all of the nooks and cranies in the ceilings and walls, he almost didn't notice a familiar face standing off to one side patiently.

"Gederas!" He exclaimed happily, his rough face broadening into a genuine smile as he approached the fellow trainee. "I had hoped to meet you here after I left Osdolen. I suppose you beat me to it." He laughed and nodded to the man even as he went over to the table and looked over the form, then taking up a quill, wrote:

Your name: Erathor of the Darthelyn family
Experience in combat, healing, and survival: I am no healer but have met the enemies of men before in battle, although that was long ago.I have lived mostly as a woodsman and hunter before now so the wilderness is not new to me either.
Skills to offer: Competence with bow and blade, the aforementioned woodcraft and the determination to learn more valued skills.
Skills desired: I would readily appreciate training in the art of healing and of course practice with a blade is always welcome.

Finishing the form, he turned back to his new friend, remembering the conversation and camaraderie the two had shared upon their meeting at Osdolen which seemed so long ago to him.

"It appears we'll be learning the craft of rangers together. I don't know about you but I look forward to showing them what I can do."

He said standing next to Gedaras and folding his armsas he waited. The days of his youth may have been behind him but that did not mean he couldn't have an eagerness to prove himself.

Tarawen
23/Jul/2012, 06:36 AM
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Peldir
Archery and Combat Range
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"Not a problem, young lady," Peldir replied to Emerelda. He turned back to Aragorn and Beren as she made her way toward the door and the combat grounds that awaited outside. He, Aragorn, and Beren strode into the grounds, which were warming considerably in the mid-morning sun.

Their first stop was the archery range, and even from the doors of the Great Hall Peldir could espy three figures down on the lawn, one of which was releasing arrows which thunked neatly into the targets. As they got closer, Peldir could see that Aithril had two male trainees (Dairen and Elegost) on her hands--one was practicing while the other waited his turn for instruction. "Morning, all!" he called jovially to the group, though he quieted down when he remembered--too late!--that the man shooting would probably want some quiet. "Sorry," he whispered to the other man, sidling up close beside him and eyeing the shooter with a keen glance that took in the young man's stance and the way his shot changed subtly as he shot more. "Can't help being enthusiastic to see trainees hard at work!" He winked at the young ranger and moved to stand next to Aragorn.

From his new position, Peldir espied two new recruits (Gederas and Erathor) entering the Great Hall. He gave them both a wild wave to acknowledge them, thinking to himself that he should get back soon--or employ someone else to watch over the Great Hall in times like these!

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Aithril
Archery and Combat Range
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"Good morning!" she said cheerily, waving to Elegost as he approached the archery range. "You're just in time to see Dairen do some shooting." She smiled at the new arrival, then glanced up toward the Hall whence he had come. Her head craned back to see behind her, she spotted Peldir and two other figures approaching the range.

Aithril gave the commander of Maenorthrond a quick smile when she noted his presence, though as the three men approached her grin turned to a look of embarrassed surprise to see the Chieftain of the Dunedain and another man next to Peldir. She quickly turned her focus back to Dairen's shooting, watching and looking for signs of the archery-associated pain he had mentioned earlier. She saw the change with each shot, noting the positioning of the arrows on the targets in relation to the time that he had spent shooting.

"Are you feeling any pain right now?" she asked, once Dairen had embedded an arrow in each of the five targets. "If you do, I can see that it's affecting your shot. You adjust the mechanics of your shooting in response to the pain. That is firstly not ideal for your shooting--you want perfect control over your aim. It's really going to affect you in the long run, too, if you keep shooting through the pain. We don't want you to do any damage to your arm or shoulder. I've seen plenty of promising archers think they can push through, but really they are damaging their arms quite severely in doing so. In the end, they aren't able to shoot effectively--or even at all, in some cases." She gave Dairen a kind yet serious look. "If you're feeling any pain right now," she went on, "I'd suggest taking a break for a few days. Maybe focus on getting to know the grounds, and do some arm strengthening exercises. Keep your arms limber by stretching out a bit each day, too. That should help--once you have taken some rest, we can begin with a lighter shooting load." She smiled at him, hoping he would follow her advice so as not to do permanent damage to his arm.

Done for the moment with advising Dairen, Aithril turned to face the group of men who had descended to the archery range. "Peldir, I see you've brought guests!" she remarked, giving them each a smile and a nod of her head. She reddened slightly when Aragorn addressed her directly, but responded with head held high. "Things are well here, sir," she replied. "As to testing . . . well, it's good that you asked. The other trainers here and I have been devising a new system for testing whether or not trainees are truly internalizing the lessons learned during their training. Each of us will now have a series of tasks that all trainees must complete, to be assessed in sum at the end of a trainee's time with us in a comprehensive exam or task. Of course, it differs from area to area. And I won't spill any secrets about the nature of the tasks," she said, grinning over at Dairen and Elegost. "These men should be able to handle it all without any warnings about what they'll have to do."</font>

GM UPDATE:
ALL: With the implementation of the new Ranger rank structure (&gt;&gt;here (http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=244311)&lt;&lt;), the structure of training tasks at Maenorthrond will now become more focused.

Each area will not only equip trainees with knowledge and skills, but also test them on those same things. Each area will have 5-7 "levels" of training, each of which will be followed either by a "quiz" over new material or a "final exam" that incorporates everything taught in that area.

Leadership of some areas will undergo subtle shifts, which will be updated soon. Trainees currently receiving training may elect to continue training with their current and/or new trainers, t</font>hough they will begin at level 1 of the new training sequences to ensure consistent training experiences for all.</font>

Please see The Calling: Deeds of the Rangers &gt;&gt;here (http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=244311&amp;PID=7507480#7507480)&lt;&lt; for information on how successful completion of training at Maenorthrond will count toward rank promotion.</font>

Haflin and Eafurth--I will respond to you as Peldir ASAP to get your training started. We need to change the leadership in a few areas of training before you can begin, though. smileys/smiley1.gif</font>

Moriel
23/Jul/2012, 07:51 PM
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Moriel</font></font>

Combat/Archery Range

</font></font>Rust fell away beneath Moriel’s steady scrubbing of the blades, and soon the last sword joined its gleaming fellows within the shed, hanging from one of the many racks by their crossguards. Stretching her arms over her head, she leaned back and twisted in each direction, working the kinks from her spine with a satisfied exhalation at the simple job well done. It was as she turned to leave the shed again that she saw the bird. Its wings flared and it landed with a soft clatter on the rail outside the shed, and Moriel stepped quickly over to it. The large dove offered its leg, whereon a scroll was tied, and inside seconds the peredhel’s nimble fingers had detached it. She unrolled the scroll and her eyes flitted over it swiftly, taking in the contents and the hand in which it was written. Once at the end of the missive, she re-rolled it and stuffed it into a pocket, turning quickly to shut the door of the shed, and catch up the baldric that held her falchions. As she was buckling them into place on her back, she noticed a female figure (Emeralda) walking down the path towards the combat range, but did not stop her departure- she would have to trust that Peldir would find someone to attend her.</font></font>

Speaking of the master of Maenorthrond- Moriel saw him across the way, at the archery range with Aithril and several others. Beren Camlost for one, and Aragorn, the chieftain, for another. An inspection, it seemed, and the corner of the peredhel’s lips twisted wryly. Unabashed, she trotted across the range until she had reached Peldir, who stood by Aragorn, a little apart from the others. Pressing her fist to her heart she gave Aragorn a slight bow, before turning to Peldir, to speak quickly and quietly. “Peldir, I’ve just received word from Tar-Taidron Mordagnir of the Halcyon Guard, requesting my presence on a mission north to Lindon.” Moriel had more than once served as a courier to and from Osdolen and Ost-Halatir, and had become increasingly more involved with the Halcyon Guard, at the request of Mordagnir. </font></font>

On her last trip to the fort, Aragorn himself had given her the task, and bade her make her own report, as it concerned the Phantoms that now threatened Lindon. “The bandits I told you of before are pressing, and it seems he desires my expertise. I am not sure how long this will take, but it seems that I am no longer able to give the combat training of our new recruits the consistency it deserves.” Moriel smiled, a little sadly- she had been here at the beginning, after all, and greatly desired to stay, but other commitments called. She had Peldir had spoken of this before, but it had come to pass more quickly than she had realized it would. “I hope it will not leave you in too much of a lurch for me to go now. As I have said, I will be by whenever I am able, to help administer final tests! Can’t keep my fingers completely out of the pie, now can I?”</font></font>



((OOC Rill: Tara will see to you with her NPC taking over the combat range!</font>))</font></font>

Rian Eliowen
24/Jul/2012, 05:56 AM
Dairen - Training Grounds




Dairen was glad to have an excuse to cease his
archery
practice, as he was now being observed by far too large an audience for
his
taste. He had suddenly come under the spotlight of a whole circus of
dignitaries. The ‘inspection team’ as they were being called, lead by
Aragorn,
Halbarad and Peldir was now becoming a focal point in itself ,
attracting the
notice of many of the trainees. Dairen was not a natural performer and
did not
wish his uneven archery skills to become a topic of conversation. He
respectfully thanked Aithril for her advice, packed up his gear and
decided to
go to the hospital wing and get a heat pack for his shoulder that the
old
healer, Grizzly, had mentioned to him the other evening.







Dairen walked back to the main building and made
his way to
the well stocked hospital wing where Girion 'Grizzly' Grimshaw was
usually to
be found. Everything seemed very quiet after the crowd and bustle
outside. He
called out “Hello, are you there Girion?”
hoping that he was looking in the right spot for the grey bearded
old
veteran.

It might have been his ranger’s intuition – but he
he
immediately felt that something was wrong. While looking around the room
his
eye made out the huddled shape of a body slumped on the ground near the
corner
– “No!” he exclainmed almost involuntarily, realising that it was the
old
healer, Grizzly himself, who had collapsed on the floor.





Dairen his heart racing, hurried over to the corner
to see
what he could do. He gently turned the old man over and was immediately
sure
from the feel of his skin that Grizzly was already dead. Dairen carried
out the
usual checks anyway – checking for signs of life - breathing and pulse –
but
there were none. The old man’s face was unusually peaceful and there was
a
still and reverent atmosphere pervading the room which was completely
different
to the deaths that Dairen had witnessed on the battle field. This old
man,
having lived a full and busy life had simply outlived the usefulness of
his body
and his soul had embarked on the journey to the halls of Mandos.



There was no-one around to help him as everyone who
was able
seemed to have followed the inspection team outside. He carefully laid
the body
back down on the floor, and speaking a brief prayer covered it with his cloak.



Dairen knew where Peldir was to be found, so
quickly ran
back outside to the archery area where the group of rangers were still
standing, Peldir now speaking with Moriel.

“Sir” he said urgently, catching Peldir’s eye once
the
director had finished his conversation, moving him aside so they could
speak
quietly. “You are needed back at the Hospital wing. I have just found
Girion
Grimstaff – he is dead! It looks like he only passed away a short while
ago” He
knew of no easier way to break the news, and wished that it had not
fallen to
him to be the messenger of such sad tidings, but he was sure that Peldir
would
know what to do next.








Edited by: Rian Eliowen

Lôkhî Agân
29/Jul/2012, 08:43 AM
</font>The days passed. Blurred into the unending repetition of
journeying in a hard land. Food was rationed, sleep scant and unrestful. The
paths he sought were hidden. Often considered legend. He hunted a myth. And
yet, hope and knowledge pushed him ever onward. He was instructed to find
Maenorthrond, therefore it existed. Agân plunged deeper into the wilderness,
pushed his body ruthlessly.<?: prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

</font>

</font>Dense woodlands held their secrets well. But there were
signs of passing. Paths too straight to be made by wild hooves. Runes and
glyphs etched into bark and stone. Remains of fires and scattered bones of
hunted beasts. Agân found a trove of buried arrow heads under a marked tree,
and left them undisturbed. They were a cache, a storage in case of war.

</font>

</font>He hunted little, only to sustain life. His fires were
small, barely enough to cook a meal and boil water. He broke his fast on the
cold remains of his suppers, and foraged for small handfuls of berries and nuts
as he walked. His appearance, already worn and weathered, grew even grimmer.
His hair, worn long, became ragged and slipped from his braids to stream down
his back. Rain and river crossings washed the filth of travel from him, and
still he longed for a bath.

</font>

</font>And a healer, the thought glimmered across his weary mind.
He lifted his hand, stared at the grimy and bloodstained bandage. The wound, a gash
across the palm of his hand and down his wrist, was a parting gift from an
unstable rockslide. He had washed it with burning spirits kept in a flask on
his belt and bound it tightly. Thanked whatever spirits watched him that it was
not his sword hand. And yet, he wished for hot water to wash it, and herbs to
slow the fiery path of poison that would soon devour him if help was not found.

</font>

</font>He journeyed on. His feet wandered strange paths. Climbed
the steep hills. He drank from hidden springs. Then, suddenly, as though a
dream, he beheld the rocky spires of Maenorthrond. Agân pushed his weary body,
and as dusk painted the sky, stepped onto a well-worn path leading to the Great
Hall.

</font>

</font>It was quiet, still. His eyes tracked to an unknown figure
and he bowed slightly. Paper was offered, and a quill. He stared at it for a
long moment. Sought to remember the lessons learned so long ago. He deciphered
the words, and slowly, meticulously, wrote his reply.

</font>

</font><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Your name: Lôkhî,
called Agân.

Experience in combat, healing, and survival: Moderately skilled in combat, more
towards one-on-one combat, sword and knives. Very skilled in herbs, but not in
a healing setting. </span>Can survive in the
wilderness, but only on a personal level.

Skills to offer: Ability to enter places relatively undetected, very handy with
a knife. Extensive knowledge of herbs. Proficient at tracking, hunting and
guarding

Skills desired: Healing, Archery and Melee type combat[/i]

</font>

</font>He studied the words. Nodded. Keen eyes watched and waited
as he returned the paper silently. Another thought flashed as lightning.
Perhaps healing training would exist around his hand.

</font>

Galastel
05/Aug/2012, 12:46 AM
Aiwe
Great Hall


One of her teachers had once told her "No matter how long you train, you might still die in your next battle. And you can't spend all your life training in Maenorthrond - then your training would be for nothing. Also, real battle teaches better than any training session, if you survive. But do not look down on Maenrothrond. Give a day or two to Maenrothrond whenever your road passes nearby, and Maenrothrond will repay you. You never know when a lesson learnt here will come in useful." Aiwe had taken this advice to heart. Sometimes she spent only a day in Maenrothrond, sometimes more than a week, but every year she returned to the ancient training grounds of the Dunedain.

This time, the young ranger came to Maenrothrond tired and hungry, a weary traveller returning home. In truth, she had no home. A camp-fire and a blanket spread by it where all the shelter she had known for many years. Her foster-parents, whose protection she had left several years ago, had not stayed long in one place either. And now even they were gone. She was alone. In this, Maenrothrond was a place of stability, a place of safety, a place where a fight held no danger, and at night she could rest peacefully. It was a welcome, much-needed respite.

Aiwe was young, twenty-one, though years in the wild had roughened her skin, and the days of hard toil sat like a bag of stones on her shoulders, and bloody battles had stolen the mirth from her eyes. She was small, barely 1.50 meters tall, and lithe, and in another life she might have been beautiful. But no man would call beautiful a girl with black hair cut ruthlessly short, with a stern set of the jaw, and with cold grey eyes.

There were others in the Great Hall of Maenrothrond, but none whom the young woman knew. She nodded to all politely, and approached the registration table. Removing the worn leather glove from her right hand, she filled the form with surprisingly elegant script, rounded letters with long flowing tails and accents done by adding just a little pressure on the quill in the right places. Her weapons, her weather-worn clothes, the way she walked, all said "warrior", and yet her handwriting almost said "calligrapher".</font>

Your name:</font> Aiwe</font>
Experience in combat, healing, and survival: </font>I am skilled with the bow, and also with a knife. With a sword I studied recently in Rohan. Of the healing arts, to my great regret, I know little. Survival skill I have enough to have survived for six years now as a ranger: I can hunt, I can find my way in the wild, I can collect edible plants and cook them, I can find a shelter and build a fire. </font>
Skills to offer: </font>Archery and knife-work.</font>
Skills desired: </font>At this time, I would gladly learn something of the art of healing, and practice further with the knife. However, if the Masters of Maenrothrond suggest I practice something else, I will take their advice.</font></font>




Edited by: Galastel

Androthelm Theromal
09/Sep/2012, 02:41 AM
Gallid</font>Great Hall</font></font>After Girion stomped off to the Hall of Healing, Gallid followed nervously. The man had seemed friendly enough, but Gallid was worried he'd make a mistake, as he had in his first conversationwith Peldirthe previous night. Following the man, he entered the Halls of Healing.</font>The Halls of Healing</font></font>Upon entering the Halls, Gallid searched for Girion, not seeing him anywhere. He was just about to search another area of the Maenorthrond when he spotted something laying deathly still in a corner. Hurrying over, he found Girion, dead, with a peaceful expression. Checking the body, Gallid saw no wound nor blood nor injury of any kind. The man seemed simply to have... died.</font>Remembering Peldir, Halbarad, and Strider, all three of whom who had gone on a tour of the grounds, Gallid hurried back outside, hoping to catch them and tell them of the grevous occurance.</font></font>(OOC </font>Sorry for the short post. I don't have any idea what the room looks like. Could someone PM me a description? I'll edit my post then</font>)</font>(OOC Edit Wow, I was totally oblivious to the fact that Grizzly had passed away... Editing my post</font>)</font>





Edited by: Androthelm Theromal

Rainelle Hérandil
14/Sep/2012, 04:00 AM
Cára </font>and </font>Cánë Laisar </font>
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On the way to Maenorthrond
Since taking the oath at Osdolen a few days previously, Cara had finally talked her brother into leaving the library and coming to Maenorthrond to get some training in. Cara didn't need it quite as much as her brother did, since he spent most of his days holed up in with his books and such. They traveled together to the training ground of the rangers, just as they had traveled together to find Osdolen. Finally, after a few days of traveling, they spotted the place just up ahead. Cara stopped her horse and rested for a moment, waving a bee away from her face.

"What do you think you'll get training in?"</font> Cara asked curiously. She could think of many things her brother needed to train in, like sword fighting, archery, tracking, etc. With all his book knowledge, there were so many things that he didn't know how to do, which would be very helpful to know. Cara knew how to use her weapons already, and how to track and survive on her own in the wild. She still intended to get some training from these professionals, however, because she was sure she could still learn more.

Cane thought for a moment, wiping his forehead.
"I don't know. I'd rather stay in the library." </font>He replied quietly. Cara flicked the same bee off of her arm, frowning.
"Hopefully you'll train a bit in everything."</font> She said. The bee came back, buzzing around her head. "Go away!" </font>She tried to brush it off again. Cane smirked a little. "It's not funny. He's probably planning to sting me." </font>She said, glaring at the bee.

"Actually, it's a she."</font> Cane told her, shrugging. "And I doubt that it's going to bother with stinging you.. she's probably just curious."</font> Cara looked at him strangely, with a look kind of like, 'Dare I ask?' She paused a moment, then decided to ask.
"And... how do you know that?"</font> She asked slowly, hesitantly.
"Because, all bees are female."</font> He replied. "Except for the drones, but they never leave the hive." </font>He explained. Cara looked at him, wondering how, and why, he even knew this. "The drones, the only males of the hive, are born uncoordinated and basically stupid.." </font>
"Much like humans.."</font> Cara commented sarcastically. Cane ignored her, continuing on.
"The worker bees are all female. They do all the work around the hive.."</font>
"also like humans, for the most part.." </font>She said with a small smirk.
"And in the winter, the workers stop feeding the drones and let them die out."</font>
"Sounds like those bees have it figured out." </font>Cara said, still being sarcastic.

Cane rolled his eyes at her. "Are you saying men are lazy and stupid?"</font> He asked. She smirked a little and urged her horse onward. Cane sighed, because she took off before he could get into a discussion about that. He made his horse follow hers. "You know that's not true. Women don't do all the work you know.. men do stuff too.. and we're not stupid..."</font> He mumbled as he followed. He knew she was kidding around about that but it was still slightly annoying.</font>

Great Hall/Registration Table</font>

They soon arrived in the great hall, and after tying the horses outside, Cara led the way up to the registration table. She smiled to whoever was running the registration table. "Hello, it's a nice day isn't it?" She asked pleasantly. Cane stood quietly and gave a shy smile while Cara grabbed a couple of papers for them to fill out. </font>

Your name: Cára Laison
Experience in combat, healing, and survival: quite a bit
Skills to offer: Healing, archery, behavior analysis, tracking, survival, etc.
Skills desired: just some extra practice, brush ups, anything else I may not have as much experience in. Let's start with swordsmanship.

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Your name: Canë Laison
Experience in combat, healing, and survival: Not so much
Skills to offer: anything book related! I know the basics of healing, too.
Skills desired: um, everyhing I guess.
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After quickly filling the form out, Cara handed it back with a smile. Cane took a bit more time, appearing to take more time to be thoughtful about his answers. Finally he finished, and laid the paper on the desk, still quiet and a bit shy. He was a bit uneasy to start training in some of this stuff, because he was more suited to staying indoors with a book or something. He wasn't so sure he'd be good at learning this sort of thing. That was Cara's field of expertise.
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Tarawen
16/Sep/2012, 11:23 PM
Erynien
The Grounds -&gt; Hall of Healing

Her fists carrying what her satchel could not, Erynien hurried back to the training grounds from her errand in the woods. Master Grizzly had needed more valerian, so she had set out from the Hall of Healing to fulfill his request. Hoping to return with the herbs before he awoke and began a day of remedy-mixing and training, Erynien walked swiftly and softly toward the great building that towered around the surrounding clearings that housed the archery, combat, and endurance ranges.

Coming upon the slight slope that led to the great building's front doors, she entered swiftly and found herself in the echoing confines of the Great Hall. She made her way to the Halls of Healing to deposit the herbs and find out what Grizzly might have in store for her today. Entering the Hall, she saw that a man she did not recognize (Gallid) was bent low, and he was looking at what appeared to be someone sleeping on the floor. Thinking that Grizzly had not yet entered his Hall, Erynien approached the newcomer to greet him. "Good morning! Is there any--" She stopped short, arrested by the sight of the man on the ground. The herbs that had been so carefully cradled in her arms only moments before dropped to the floor. "Wh- what?" she stammered, blinking back tears. Grizzly was still and pale on the ground. She looked at the newcomer with tears in her blue eyes. "When did you come upon him? How did this happen?" She stood, and a solitary tear rolled down her left cheek. "We need to alert Peldir," she said, forgetting that she knew nothing of this newcomer--not even his name. </font>

Erynien, Aithril, and Peldir
Archery Range
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She followed as he rushed out the door and down to the grounds, scanning the grounds for a glimpse of Peldir's silvery hair. Spotting him with a small crowd gathered around him on the archery range, she peeled off in a sprint, tears now streaming freely down her face.

"Sir," she gasped as she and the newcomer approached the gaggle of rangers, "I've just come from the Hall of Healing, and . . ." Peldir solemnly held up his hand to stop her from continuing. The grief that Erynien felt was written on his face as well as those of the rangers surrounding them.

"Dairen here has brought us news of this most unfortunate turn of events," he said softly, looking up at the sky and then back again at Erynien. "We will need to move his body," he continued after a long and painful pause, "And we will need to see to it that he gets a proper burial." Peldir paused again, taking in Erynien. Her tears had all but stopped now as shock at the loss of her master gripped her. "You, my dear, will have to take up the training in the Hall of Healing." Her shoulders sagged at the thought of taking on this responsibility in light of Grizzly's passing, but she steeled herself, determined to carry on the noble work that he had pioneered at Maenorthrond.

"It will be an honor to work with the Rangers of the North in the art of healing, sir," she said quietly, bowing her head in gratitude to the master of the grounds. "I hope that I can do Grizzly's memory honor by carrying on his work."

"No doubt that you will," Peldir replied, brow furrowed in concentration. "Dairen and Elegost," he said, addressing the two hardy men that stood by, "Would you be so kind as to assist me in the burial of our dear friend Grizzly? We should do him honor by seeing to it that he is laid to rest properly." Wearily, Peldir started up the slope to the great stone building that stood in wait. Turning back to the gathered group, he added ruefully, "It is a shame to lose two such wonderful trainers on one day."

Aithril looked to Moriel, who stood by having just announced her resignation from the post of combat instructor. "Means you," she murmured to the woman with whom she had shared their portion of the grounds. "We'll miss having you and Grizzly," she added, her bow hanging idly in her hand with the sadness of the news they had received. She put out her hand to grasp Moriel's in a sign of friendship. "I hope you'll find your way back here, both to visit and to train," she said, a smile emerging on her lips. "And be sure you eradicate some bandits for all of us, won't you?"</font>

Terthedir
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It had been years since he'd trodden the fair grounds of Maenorthrond. Those years he had filled with much travel, toil, and, above all, combat. Combat was necessary to the safety and protection of the peoples of Eriador, and he had ensured that his training was put to good use whenever an ill-doer had run afoul of him in the wild.

He trudged through the woods, winding along familiar tracks that he knew from all those years ago. Someone had recently been in the woods gathering herbs. He imagined good old Grizzly stalking about, picking out the plants he needed and then returning to brusquely training new recruits.

These thoughts occupied Terthedir's mind as his worn leather boots padded softly across the ground. Pine needles muffled his footsteps, though if he had wanted to, he could have moved soundlessly. But he was nearing the safety of the grounds, where he would almost certainly find old friends and some of Sally's delicious cooking to welcome him back . . .

Later that day . . .</font>
Peldir and Terthedir
The Great Hall

</font>The master of Maenorthrond sat with his hand to his forehead, eyes closed with weariness. In the space of a few hours he had lost two of his strongest trainers, having to bid one farewell as she left on a journey and having to lay one to rest under the needle-covered forest floor. They had buried Grizzly beneath a towering pine tree, near which grew shrubs and bushes of many herbs and berries whose medicinal properties Grizzly had often extracted. Erynien was the obvious replacement for Grizzly, there was no question in his mind. But how would he fill the role of combat trainer?

As the question crossed his mind for what felt like the thousandth time that day, Peldir saw a shadow appear on the floor of the hall, signaling someone's entrance to the great building. He glanced up, not quite as cheerily as he was wont to do, but instantly brightened when he saw who had passed the threshold of his beloved hall. "Why, Terthedir! Is it really you?" Peldir jumped up and strode over to embrace his newly-returned comrade.

"Indeed, Peldir, old man," laughed Terthedir, a great booming laugh, which resounded in the cold hall and instantly warming the place. He returned his old friend's embrace without hesitation. "It's good to know I'm still recognized and even liked around here after such a long absence!" He laughed once more, happy to see his old trainer. Upon taking in Peldir's eyes, which had not entirely lost their darkened, gloomy look, he frowned. "What's wrong? Has something befallen you that so darkens your eyes?"

Peldir turned his gaze downward. "I am afraid you guess well, Terthedir." He sighed before continuing, "We've lost incredible talent today. Moriel--you remember, the lass who took over the combat range a while back--well, she's off to Lindon to rid the area of bandits. So she's had to resign her post. And not minutes after she told me that, what happens but two people run to me, having found ol' Grizzly dead in his hall." He shook his head at this, not knowing even now what had happened to the old healing trainer. "And I've been puzzling over who to call in for the combat job--Erynien's been good enough to take over the healing, you see. So it's a considerable amount you've done for lifting my spirits by showing up here! You wouldn't have any interest in staying on to be a trainer, would you?"

Terthedir was momentarily speechless. When he found his voice, he noticed his hand had gone to the hilt of his sword as if answering for him preemptively. "Peldir, if there's one place I could settle down for a bit, it's here." He smiled and embraced his old trainer once more. "When can I start?"

Peldir nodded to him, shuffling the stack of parchment that new recruits had recently filled out. Some of them were even still standing in the Great Hall, awaiting their trainer assignments. "How about now?"

"Hey, Cara!" he called, nodding to the young woman who had just entered the hall with a man. "This here's Terthedir. He's new, but that doesn't mean he can't whip you into shape with regards to combat. Meet him out in the grounds to begin your training."

Peldir turned back to Terthedir. "There's another trainee looking for combat experience, too. Emeralda her name is, I think. You'll have fun with the both of these newcomers," he said. "Lots of practical knowledge of yours being put to good use!"

Peldir then called out the names of four more newcomers. "Gederas! Erathor! Aiwe! Lokhi! I'd like you four to report to the Hall of Healing. Erynien, who's just taken over for our late friend Grizzly, will see to it that you get started on your training."

The master of the grounds perused his stack of parchment once more. "And you, Cane," he said, pointing at Cara's companion. "You'll leave it up to me, eh? Well then, I'd recommend you start with the endurance course with Celegon. He'll whip you into shape so that combat, archery, and tracking are easy as pie for you."

He looked around the hall. "Everyone got an assignment? Good!" He look around the hall, feeling his spirits rising somewhat and watching as Terthedir strode out to the combat range to get a look at his new area.

</font>GM UPDATE: Everyone, please make sure to report to your new trainer! If for some reason I overlooked you, let me know and I will edit in an assignment for your character. Otherwise, enjoy! The new trainers are as follows:
Erynien - Halls of Healing
Terthedir - Combat Range</font>








Edited by: Tarawen

Androthelm Theromal
21/Sep/2012, 07:33 PM
Gallid</font>The Halls of Healing</font></font>After the terrible incident this morning with Grizzly, Gallid had taken a little while to settle his nerves. He didn't believe in the legends of ghosts an' the dead out on the Barrow-Downs, or in the north up the Greenway, but that didn't mean he didn't share the superstitons common among the Bree-Folk. And a man dying just when you arrived somewhere was most definitely under the catagory of 'Black Luck'.</font></font>Making a sign over his heart to ward off evil, Gallid approached the Halls of Healing. Within he hoped to find Erynien, who was to begin teaching him the arts of healing.</font>Peering inside, Gallid called:</font>Hello? Is anyone there?</font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
23/Sep/2012, 01:37 AM
NPC~ Rinon (Stephen) Pehwarin~
Ranger of the North, lord of a noble minor Númenórean family, and father of Hallas
C. Pehwarin</span>
</span>Maenorthrond
The Great Hall

Rinon clad in his customary ranger attire being cotton, suede leather, and a bit of chain-mail as well as the dark grey cloak the summer version worn by his fellow rangers had entered the main hall of the training grounds. He'd been refreshing his retinue of healing abilities under Grizzly when the latter had passed away! Sadness could still be seen in the 62-year old northern dúnedain's keen and bright green eyes. His fair yet weathered face carried a similar expression. Thus did he approach Peldir giving the latter a curt nod before speaking his baritone voice cool yet saddened, "Morning Peldir I was wondering who shall replace Grizzly?" "As well as when the funeral service be held?" Rinon patiently awaited the current head of the training regimen that had produced numerous Rangers to serve his distant kinsman Aragorn, son of Arathorn who reigned as their 16th Chieftain of the remnant of surviving dúnedain of ancient Arnor.


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Eafurth
23/Sep/2012, 09:12 PM
Gederas Swythe</font>The Great Hall</font>
</font>"Erathor!", Ged exclaimed. "I was hoping I'd run into you here." He smiled at his fellow ranger, one of the first he had met after making his Oath at Osdolen. "I am looking forward to it as well; I wonder when we'll start?"</font>
</font>Tidings had reached the Great Hall of the death of one of the trainers. Gederas was taken aback at hearing this; no wonder things seemed to be quiet! He had wondered what was happening but everything was clear to him now.</font>
</font>Peldir, the Master of Maenorthrond, entered the Great Hall and Gederas immediately snapped to attention. He followed the Master's movements and listened to every word he said. At the mention of his own name he leaned in to make sure he didn't miss a thing.</font>
</font>When everyone had received their assignment, he began to move towards the Hall of Healing, saying to Erathor who happened to be training there as well, "Now we can show them what we know.....or in my case, what we don't! He chuckled, because Gederas had absolutely no experience in healing. But that was the whole point in his bing there, and he looked forward, albeit with a little uncertainty, to the new course he was about to begin.</font>
</font>The Halls of Healing</font>
</font>Gederas entered the Hall with others, wondering what kind of course this would be. Would it be easy? Would he understand? Would he pass? All these and a thousand other thoughts took hold of Gederas as he made his way thorough the chamber. He looked around the hallowed halls, thinking of all the other Rangers who must have trained here at some point. Why, even Aragorn, their chieftain, must have spent some time here. His heart swelled with pride as he took it all in.</font>
</font>He spotted the trainer,</font>Erynien, and strode over to her. He bowed and introduced himself with a smile. "I'</font>m Gederas Swythe. We've been sent here by Peldir to train." He stepped back so the others could introduce themselves and waited for the fun to begin.</font>
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Haflin
27/Sep/2012, 04:15 AM
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Erathor
The Great Hall

His rather chipper outlook lessened somewhat with the news that one of the trainers had passed on. Erathor was momentarily confused upon hearing it, knowing nothing of the trainers here, he had thought perhaps an assassin was loose inside the fort. But after looking about himself, he could tell this was not the case. Surely in such a case the alarm would have already been raised.

Soon, a man entered the hall and it was obvious to Erathor that he was in a position of authority by the way he walked and talked. If he wasn't convinced by watching, it was pretty clear that the man (Peldir) was the group's superior when he called them all to their assignments.

The man quickly dismissed them after dispersing some orders and it seemed Erathor would indeed be getting the medical training he sought. He had mixed feelings about it; he had never liked to watch others suffer...well, others that didn't deserve it anyway. Add into the fact that the most he could do was mend a cut or two and he couldn't help but wonder if he was going to end up hurting someone today...

His spiralling thoughts were silenced when Gederas piped up while they headed towards the Halls of Healing.

"I know." He said with a sympathetic chuckle. "You think being a midwife to a cow counts as knowledge of healing?" He asked rhetorically. That was as far as his healing prowess went. Hopefully when he began to learnhow to be a healer he wouldn't get the two mixed up.

The Halls of Healing

Erathor followed his comrade as they entered the facility and soon enough they were able to find their trainer. Gederas greeted her first and Erathor was next in line.

"Erathor ma'm." He said, nodding his head reverantly. He noticed she lookedtroubled, if only a bit, and remembered that just earlier one of their number had died. "For what its worth, my condolences to your loss." He said as sympatheically as he could manage, goodness knew he had lost people close to him as well and to just put on a mask and carry on was not the easiest thing in the world to do.

Beren Camlost
09/Oct/2012, 07:00 AM
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Beren and HelchonThe Dirt Path
"Going my way ?"a familar and masculine, wry voice asked. Beren Camloststopped and turned around. Behind him walked a young man with short dark hair and grey eyes ; his features were handsome and brooding, his skin was pale. He wore a dark-blue cloak, its clasp the rayed-star pin of the Dúnedain. The Dúnadan was in his early twenties and his name was Helchon, a son of a Ranger who had vanished years ago in the Ettinmoors; Helchon had been working in the Four Winds tavern at Osdolen but had decided recently to become a Ranger like his father had been. Since his parent's disappearance, he had spoken little and Beren had seen him only working at Callandil's place. He had become a tactiturn recluse. Beren was glad to see him finally getting some air and admired Helchon for putting himself to greater use. "Glad to see you discovered this hidden training grounds on your own ; it's not an easy task for a novice. I wasn't able to serve with Daeroch because I went adventuring in the East but I knew him when I was younger, back in Bree he used to visit when the opportunity allowed him. I'm sure he would be proud of you, son." "Thank you, Camlost." Helchon, near Beren now, gripped his hand. "So you've been here before ?" "A short while ago, yes," Beren answered as they walked the dirt road to the main building ; a cool breeze stirred his black hair. "I get attached to plenty of quests though so I haven't been able to get much done here yet that can be counted toward my next promotion." "What does a new recruit do first if you don't mind me asking ?" "Certainly not. Well, first one finds the registration table and fills out this sheet of paper before starting any of the available courses," Beren explained, "I'll show you where it is."

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Beren and HelchonThe Great Hall Beren led Helchon into the Great Hall and toward Peldir, the commander of Maenorthrond. "Guess who !" Beren exclaimed to the white-haired man and with a broad grin he began to write on one of the provided scrolls. "Heard you got a few new instructors here, old man," Beren commented, laying aside the quill. "I'll be at the archery range ; I know how to wield a sword and a dagger better than I do a bow ; that ought to change, I reckon. Hey, this man here is Daeroch's boy. Helchon." Camlost gestured at him and Helchon outstretched his hand to clasp Peldir's in greeting. "He's joining up, has already taken the Oath." Beren watched Helchon as he struggled with the writing ; he had the pen tightly held within his hand, furiously glaring at the paper, frustrated with himself for his lack of knowledge or talents. "Don't sweat it, Helchon ; that's what Maenorthrond is for other than providing avenues for vets not to get rusty. Teaching you what's valuable in the kind of work we do," Beren assured him and Helchon nodded though hesitantly, giving Peldir his sheet and Beren a thankful smile. "Where you going to start first ?" questioned the grey-eyed, raven-haired older man in the black duster-coat. "The Halls of Healing," Helchon responded. Beren arched a brow. "I had been thinking you'd want to acquire skills in the combat range or tracking," Beren admitted, still taken aback ; he figured that Helchon would want to first learn how to use a weapon that would enable him to maim and to wound and to kill. Didn't he want to avenge Daeroch ? "If someone gets hurt on a mission, if I'm available to help I need to be capable enough to do so." Your name: Beren CamlostExperience in combat, healing, and survival: Brief stint in the Gondorian military,fought Dunlending warriors in Rohan during a short service in the Cavalry, served along sideEastern rebels for years, slew vile things in the south of Middle-earth and Palisor, killed dragons and hobgoblins in the Grey Mountains, have battled Orcs and ruffians and werewolves and trolls with the Rangers in Eriador and the Misty Mountains.... Had some healing experience on errantry with Halcyon Guards, still don't know much though. Tracking and hunting ; I can fashion a lean-to and I can cook....Skills to offer: Sword and ax and spear combat, tactics, hunting and tracking, camping, knife-throwing, I can speak Dwarvish and Sindarin.
Skills desired: Archery and healing
Your name: HelchonExperience in combat, healing, and survival: I've never been in an armed fight before, only school brawls....plenty of them....so I know fisticuffs rather well. I've never learned how to heal. I know how to camp and live off the land ; my father taught me.
Skills to offer: I can cook and camp. Fight in un-armed combat, I can fashion a passably-well snare. I can mimick the cries of birds and the sounds of several other creatures. I'm a fast runner, agile.
Skills desired: ....pretty much everything, like Canë (I glanced at his form. Wasn't cheating, really ; I'm serious. I'll hit all the courses.
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"Hello, Aithril !" Beren merrily hailed the master of the archery range as he approached her outdoor course here in the brisk autumn weather. "I've returned." Camlost removed a recurve bow off one of the tables on the sward once he had affixed a quiver of white-fletched arrows to his belt. "I'm here for instruction...obviously." Beren laughed, stepping near her. "How should I begin with the tasks ?"
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As Helchon walked into the Halls of Healing, he found himself relaxing just by looking at the trainer, Erynien. She was soft and willowy, blue-eyed ; she exuded a gentleness that made Helchon smile. "Hello, ma'am. I'm Helchon son of Daeroch, new to the Rangers of the Dúnedain. I would like to know how to heal ; how should we start, if I may ask ?" he introduced himself and waited for the medic's response.<b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">
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Galastel
09/Oct/2012, 11:30 PM
Aiwe
Halls of Healing

</font>Aiwe</font> followed Gederas, Erathor and Helchon to the Halls of Healing. It took a moment for Peldir's words to register on her: "our late friend Grizzly". Grizzly. How could he be gone? Aiwe remembered his old face well. It had been he who had treated the cuts and bruises the young woman sustained at the combat range, as well as that nasty wolf bite she had taken once, two days from Maenorthrond. It had been he who had urged her time after time to take the healing course. Each time, the ranger promised to do it next year, and in the meanwhile made do with what she had learnt from her foster-parents. And now, finally, here she was, and Grizzly was gone. He had not been young, true, but the death still came as a shock to Aiwe. The old healer had seemed to her an unchanging part of the ancient Training Grounds.

Entering the Halls of Healing, Aiwe bowed her head respectfully before Erynien. "Good evening, my lady I am Aiwe, ranger of the realm of Arnor these six years." she introduced herself. "If I may ask," she sontinued, "when did Grizzly pass away? And how? He was still alive and master of these Halls of Healing when last I visited Maenorthrond." After the lesson, the young woman would go visit the old healer's grave. In the meantime, she knew she'd have to concentrate on whatever Erynien would teach, but how could she not ask?
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Rainelle Hérandil
10/Oct/2012, 02:36 AM
"Hey, Cara!" he called, nodding to the young woman who had just entered the hall with a man. "This here's Terthedir. He's new, but that doesn't mean he can't whip you into shape with regards to combat. Meet him out in the grounds to begin your training."

Great Hall - Cara Laisar

Cara listened as the man introduced Terthedir, who would train her in combat. She gave a nod and glanced back in time to catch her brother's glare. She smiled sweetly at Cane, sarcastically of course, and waved goodbye before heading off to the combat range.

The Archery and Combat Range - Cara Laisar and Emeralda
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Upon arriving, Cara saw another young woman not much younger than herself, waiting there. She gave a polite nod, taking in the girl's appearance. Long dark hair, emerald eyes, petite frame. She didn't have a delicate, fragile look though, more slim yet strong, like she was used to the forest and hunting, probably an excellent archer. Being fairly good with a bow herself, Cara recognized signs of the same skill in the other young woman. And the fact that she wore earth-toned and forest colored clothing, she made a guess that her skills in the forest were probably rather good as well. Cara leaned against the fence encircling the combat area and waited for the trainer to show up. "Didn't I see you in Osdolen not long ago?" She asked conversationally. The other girl nodded, giving a warm smile.
"Yes, I run the archery range there. I'm Emeralda, Emma for short." She introduced herself, offering a hand. Cara shook her hand, smiling.
"Cara Laisar, pleasure to meet you." She replied.

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"And you, Cane," he said, pointing at Cara's companion. "You'll leave it up to me, eh? Well then, I'd recommend you start with the endurance course with Celegon. He'll whip you into shape so that combat, archery, and tracking are easy as pie for you."

Great Hall - Cane Laisar
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Cane felt something like dread when he heard these words. Endurance course? Whip him into shape? He shot a glare at his departing sister. What kind of torturous doom had she sentenced him to? He managed a tiny nod, but had an idea. "Perhaps.. I could start with healing instead?" He asked, hoping to begin with something that he could actually do relatively well at. He had read a lot about healing techniques, and he had a bit of experience with healing because of Cara being so reckless growing up. She'd fall out of a tree and he'd bandage her cuts. She'd get into a fight at school and he'd get her ice for her black eye. And so on. It was the least he could do, considering most of the fights Cara would be involved in would be because of some kid picking on Cane. But no way was he going to be telling people that his sister used to be the one to defend him. "If it's alright, I'd prefer to start there." He said quietly.

Healing Halls

Cane wandered to the healing halls after leaving the registration desk. He stood quietly, glancing around. There were others here, but he found himself standing near another young man(Helchon), around his own age, maybe a bit younger. "Hello.." He offered him a smile, trying to be friendly although Cane had a hard time being outspoken like his sister. He was more reserved and shy. Actually, right now he'd rather be reading. But at least he was fairly sure that this was something he could do, healing. Because this was something he had read about a lot and knew at least the basics of.

(@ Tarawen: for the record i was going to have him just tough it out and go to the endurance course but as of yesterday, I decided I wanted him to meet someone at the healing halls, so that's why i requested to go there instead. hope it's ok!)

Androthelm Theromal
25/Oct/2012, 02:25 PM
Gallid</font>
The Halls of Healing</font>
</font>Approaching Erynien, Gallid saw that she already had several students questioning her. That was fine, as it gave him an excuse to hold back, and to survey the other Trainees.</font></font>Gederas Swythe, a young man who seemed to have arrived first, and was asking about the course.</font></font>There was a man, perhaps inhis twenties, though it was hard to tell with the Rangers, with dark hair and grey eyes, clad in a blue cloack with an intricately worked clasp. Gallid heard him introduce himself and Helchon, son of Daeroth.</font></font>A woman, Aiwe, she called herself, stood, asking about the cause of Grizzly's death.</font></font>And last, there was another young boy who seemed slightly nervous (Cane). Gallid had always been good at reading people, and he'd spent many years sizing up his targets when working as a thief. This boy clearly was the type who preffered the company of books and scrolls than that of people.</font></font>Four other trainees. Gallid would guess that they were all fairly new, save Aiwe. Their stance and tone carried just the slightest hint of trepedation, save the last boy (Cane), who seemed to be terrified of even approaching anyone.</font>

Beren Camlost
19/Mar/2013, 05:30 AM
ATTENTION :

Sur and I feel that it's best
if Maenorthrond closes for a time
so that she and I can make a new revamped thread.