Wrath
Wraith
Endentured Servant to Mandos
why did the geese cross the road...?
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Post by Wrath on Jul 5, 2006 17:35:35 GMT -8
Siriel cocked her head slightly at Thalion's reference to her name. She was rather young (140- something) by elven standards, and she had not studied lore as much as she should have, so she had never heard of the place. Tasarinan. She made a mental note of the name, planning to visit it in the near future. It was difficult trying not to get her hopes up, thinking that it might somehow be tied to her family...
"Thank you for the meal, you're a good cook!" she said as she inhaled the food as gracefully as possible. Poise did not come naturally to her. And she was in no mood for eating lightly, as elves do.
"Well, I'm not great, but I manage alright..." she said humbly in response to his comment on her skill with a bow and arrow. Truth be told, she couldn't shoot a bow to save her life.
I wonder if he can tell I'm only half elven....? She thought nervously, and decided that she would say nothing about it.
"I lost them," she paused. It was impossible to keep track of time in the dense forest. "a few days--"
She stopped midsentence, noticing Dagoron casting a somewhat evil look at an unknown object behind her. She turned and saw what she expected, a large brown hound walking cautiously towards them. She couldn't imagine how she had made it through the mob of dwarves....
The dog was growling softly, legs slightly tense, hair raised. The growling did not stop as she dropped a limp bird at Siriel's feet as a gift.
Siriel glanced nervously at Dag and then to the other dwarves, hoping they wouldn't do anything foolish before she could explain.
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Post by Gwyn on Jul 6, 2006 19:00:21 GMT -8
Thalion packed the few items he had used to prepare Siriel’s meal back into his pack and tied it firmly to his horse. Bessain, Siriel and her dog were off to one side along with several dwarves and Dagoron was only a couple paces to Thalion’s right. “You amaze me Dagoron with the number of elves you know.” Thalion turned to face Dagoron and leaned back against his horse with his arms crossed. “I mean what are the chances that an elleth would to ride into camp that just so happens to know you? You’ve covered a lot of ground with Bessain over the years, a lot more than I know about by the looks of it. Tell me, what do you know about Siriel. I don’t remember seeing her in the Mirkwood before I left. I think I woul…….”Thalion stood his attention suddenly shifted and he grew quiet for a minute and his face grew serious. “Dagoron, can you smell that? The wind carries a foul smell. I think we've been here quite long enough.
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Post by Bessain on Jul 7, 2006 21:02:52 GMT -8
Siriel and Bessain went off to the side discussing the events that had passed since they had last met. Bessain danced lightly around the groups destination topic and grumbled to herself about how annoyed she was of Dag's game of secrecy. There was nothing threatening about Siriel.
Bessain greeted Derra (that is her name correct?) but did not reach down to pat the animal. They had not seen each other for awhile and she wasn't about to test the hound's memory. Derra started to growl a little before Thalion suggested that they leave the area. At first Bessain thought the dog was being cautious of their group, but as soon as the smell penetrated their camp she immediately started herding dwarves to their mounts. She could kick who ever supplied their party drinks. This group wasn't going to get anywhere fast. She quickly reached down to her sides and gave her weapons a slight tug, lossening them from their sheaths.
The dwarves that had slightly sobered up looked up defensively into the quickly dimming afternoon light. Squinting as hard as they could when their eyes could not transition fast enough.
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Post by Bessain on Sept 9, 2006 7:56:39 GMT -8
((For the sake of any newcomers I think this died. Feel free to try and revive it, but in its current state it doesnt look likely.))
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Post by Naucoaran on Nov 20, 2006 19:26:23 GMT -8
Curiously, Dagoron scans the area with a cold eye. Not seeing anything the dwarf casually leans over and takes a light sniff of the elf standing next to him. Wrinkling his nose at the somewhat feminine smell all elves seemed to have, Dagoron rubbed his nose.
Glancing around again the dwarf sniffed under his arm. "I dun smell a thing, other then the usual smells that is." the fire tempered dwarf muttered with a dismissive wave tried to walk away. Perhaps it was the booze that had smothered Dagoron's sense of smell so thoroughly, or perhaps he was just to head strong to admit that an elf had smelt something foul before he did. Whatever the case was, the smelly would-be assailants were not hidden for long.
Granite, having not consumed any drink, could smell the stench quite suddenly as he walked over to the dwarf and his elf friend.
"Now that I've fixed everyone up from the litt-" he sniffed. "Dagoron is that you?" he sniffed again, "That’s quite a repulsive smell, even from you." he said.
"It isn't me y'dolt! It's some sorta...smell." he muttered as he tried to smell it again.
"Your powers of observation are astounding Dagoron, perhaps we should leave?" Granite looked around as he felt at the weapon at his belt. Muttering something incoherent Dag walked over to the tree line.
"Oi you! You with the...smell!" he shouted as he swayed. "Maybe ye should come out an' I can introduce ye to the gang!" The dwarf made a rather lewd gesture and then chuckled. Right before he turned to leave and put the smelly suspicions to rest, a shadow shifted in the trees. Slinging down his shield and taking his axe from his belt, Dag waded forward. "C'mon ye leper spotted pig smellin son-of-an-orc!" he taunted as he waved his axe.
"I think he's lost his mind..." Granite muttered as he stared at Dagoron from the camp.
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Post by Bessain on Nov 20, 2006 23:29:31 GMT -8
((This may get a little confusing, so sit tight peeps. Thalion Im going to take your charrie for a sec.))
The not too distant past...
Maethoron hummed an old elven dance tune as he worked dirt and grit out of a stallion's hoof. The animal was young, and thanks to his previous master, was easily spooked. With absolutely no sudden movements, and a calming song on his lips, he was able to contend with the flighty quadruped.
"Well, sir," he said to the animal. "I think you'll do just fine as a border horse, once we calm you down a little, of course." The stallion flicked his ears back and forth, feeling better around the elf's soothing tone. Maethoron started to slowly lower the horse's foot from it's resting spot on his thigh. He stood cautiously and patted the stallion on the back. "See? Nothing to be frightened over."
At that exact moment, the stable doors nearly swung off their hinges with a loud 'BANG', as an angry Lalaith entered. Poor Maethoron couldn't get out of the way as he detected the horse's movement behind him. With enough force to crack a man's thigh bone in half, the back hooves of the stallion connected with his buttocks, launching Maethoron into a day old heap of manure.
Because of Bessain's arrival he had neglected the duty of taking the dung to a compost pile, he now cursed his sister. Little did he know, this wouldn't be the first time tonight.
Groaning from the pain, he was forced to take the fetal position in the pile of horse scat. His legs wouldn't obey, and his spine spasmed from the aftershock. Lalaith stood there, as if waiting her turn for his attention. There was no way she was going to wade through dung to fish this ellon out. He was only a horsemaster after all.
When Maethoron finally stood and brushed himself off as best he could, Lalaith shoved a bandana in his face. "Do you recognize this?" she asked.
"Yes. Where did you get it?" Covered in horse shit with pain coursing through his body, Maethoron was not the happiest ellon in the world. Short answers would do for this inconsiderate noble.
Lalaith paused for a moment. "I found it and thought you may need it."
"My door that swings from it's hinge seems to confirm your willingness to help."
Lalaith scowled, her lie had no depth to begin with and she knew it. "An elf maiden carried it. I would like to know who she is."
What did Bess do now? he thought to himself. Lalaith was stationed higher than he by blood, it would not be in his best interests to disrespect or lie to her.
When Maethoron didn't reply, the elleth continued to question him. "She rode right by me and dropped this. Her saddle packs held many things then, a bandana was obviously not on her mind. I saw the crests on her clothing, she is related to you, is she not? A cousin perhaps?"
"If you wanted to return the bandana, you could have done it when the cloth fell at your feet. Why do you seek her?"
"All I need is a name, and perhaps where she hails from."
Bessain was possibly one of the hardest people to get ahold of. Her name and place of birth wouldnt do anything for this elleth, except get her a record of Bessain's reputation (which would likely lead Lalaith in circles). "She is my sister, and I would know your intentions before handing over anything."
"Really? So he's taken to a horsemaster's sibling..." Lalaith muttered, incoherently to herself for sometime afterwards.
"Who's taken to my sister?" Maethoron asked, trying his hardest not to use Bessain's name in the conversation. Bessain had said she was with Dag, but this elleth was clearly not Dag's sister.
Lalaith gave Maethoron a smile that sent him backing away a few steps. "You're innnocent little sister did not tell you? My my, this is unfortunate. But, my brother does so hate family affairs. It's no wonder that they didn't come out to you."
Maethoron was angry and in pain, adding Bessain to the mix made him feel like the over protective older sibling. "And your brother is?"
"Your sister is?" Maethoron refused to answer this and Lalaith knew it. She strode over to the ellon, ignoring the fact that he was covered in horse scat for the moment. "Come come now master..." she paused here, but acted as if Maethoron wasn't important enough to merit a name. Flattery obviously wouldn't work, it was time for threats. "The guards outside think I only came here for a mount. Ive been absent from their presence for too long now. What might they think if they heard a fight?"
In his bruised and smelly state, Maethoron must have looked half crazed. She was planning on making trouble for him, and had obviouly done so from the start. By giving an alibi to the guards, she had already thought out the roots of his false infidelity. With a groan, Maethoron sprinted for the door, and made it out just as Lalaith started to scream.
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"I can't think of a goblin or orc thats ever smelled like this," Bessain's voice came to Siriel in the elven tongue, barely above a whisper. Have Derra circle around."
Siriel motioned for Derra, and the hound took off silently.
Bessain noted that they were all standing upwind from the intruder. Whatever it was, its stench was enough to penetrate the wind.
A low howl told the group that Derra had found their smelly friend. The hound came back minutes later, dragging what could only be identified as a foot. The rest of the unconcious body seemed to be covered in what appeared to be horse dung.
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Post by Naucoaran on Nov 26, 2006 15:30:38 GMT -8
As the unconscious body was removed from the brush Dagoron took a precautionary step back. When the body made no movements the dwarf wandered over and prodded the smelly thing with the head of his axe. Clacking his teeth he nudged the manure packed face of what appeared to be an elf. Some of the drier bits crumbled and flaked off as Dag's foot angered the filth. After a moment of recognition Dagoron started to laugh, bawl, then roll on the ground in hysterics. He was mindful to fall backwards from the still unconscious elf so that he wouldn't touch the filth.
Standing weakly the dwarf, now red faced from laughing, wiped a tear from his gray eyes. "Oi Bessain, I think ye should come an' see this!" he managed to sputter before another fit of laughs took him. "Granite, fetch me some o' that fire gut brew!" The dwarf exclaimed as he nudged the elf once again.
"You've had enough to drink already Dagoron!" the robed dwarf said as he folded his arms over his chest.
"It's not for me ye dolt! For him!" he said as he motioned to the elf on the floor. Granite nodded, slightly confused, and went off to retrieve the very potent drink.
After shoving some torn pieces of cloth up his nostrils to clog the smell, Dagoron was manipulating the elf with sticks to move him but not have to touch him. "Yer kin just go down a couple ranks in stature Bess?" Dag asked mockingly as he hefted the foul elf on his wooden sticks. It was at this time that Granite returned with a small flask of the fire gut brew.
Dagoron took the stopper out of the skin and breathed in the fumes, coughed, then wiped a tear from his eye. "This'll do it." he said hoarsely as he hesitantly forced open the elf's mouth and poured the dark red liquid into the unconscious elf's mouth. "Burns all the way down and comin’ out!" he said with a chuckle as he made the manure coated elf swallow.
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Post by Bessain on Nov 27, 2006 22:04:40 GMT -8
"Dag wait! Don't wake him up!" Bessain pleaded as she recognized the ellon. Unfortunately, her request came to late. Dagoron shoved a mouth full of the foul liquid into her brother's mouth and roughly rubbed the elf's throat to make him swallow.
A cry of alarm echoed from the forest the moment Maethoron sputtered awake. Bessain rushed over and brushed any left over horse feces from his face, sitting him up to look at her. He whimpered in pain though, as he settled on his behind.
"Bess? I-"
"Quiet," she commanded, covering his mouth with her hand and turning around to the group behind her. "We're leaving. Mount up! Now!"
With some help from the drunken dwarves and Siriel, they lifted Maethoron to sit in front of Bessain on her horse. Again, when they had him straddle the horse, he gave a painfilled cry; muffled of course by Bessain's hand. They had no time to figure out if he had any other injuries and it was apparent that there was something wrong with his back end, so they strapped him behind the saddle like a deer. After he was done, Bessain and Granite grabbed flung every dwarf they could onto a pony and directed them in the opposite direction of the elvenwood.
Bessain rode in the middle of the group with Thalion in the lead and Siriel in the rear. She looked back as often as possible to check on her brother, but in there was no light to pinpoint anything familiar on the mass of flesh strapped behind her saddle.
An overly drunken Dagoron rode alongside Bessain, constantly trying to get the wounded ellon to talk to him. Bessain could not allow this while they were trying to escape whatever fate her brother had chasing them. So, everytime the dwarf came too close, she'd swat at his pony and ask him to quiet down. Bessain had a feeling that they did not want to meet whoever it was behind them, and Dagoron was not helping.
In the front of the group, Thalion pick and chose both small and wide trails, trying to find ground that would leave less tracks. Bessain had shoved him in the front because he was from this area, she had only hoped that he knew it well enough to find a safe haven for the group.
((I realize Thalion's not here. Just drag his charrie along till someone spots him or he decides to show up.))
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Wrath
Wraith
Endentured Servant to Mandos
why did the geese cross the road...?
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Post by Wrath on Dec 6, 2006 21:59:02 GMT -8
It was dark by the time Bessain allowed the group to stop and set up camp. Thalioin had found a secluded spot in one of the small copses of the countryside, covered by dense brush on three sides. All of the dwarves were rather unlively, sice they were not allowed to have a fire and certainly no beer or games. All of them soon retired to their beds, except for Dagoron, who was hiccuping and doing little else.
Siriel had been left in charge of Maethoron for the time being, while Thalion and Bessain kept watch of their shadowy surroundings. He had finally woken up.
"Fancy running into you here." he said in a somewhat disgruntled tone. He was embarassed by his hygeine condition and awkward injury.
"You're the one who came to us. What's wrong with you anyways?"
"Horse kicked me."
Siriel tried to stifle a giggle at this, but failed. Maethoron turned a little red.
"What? I suppose its happened to you before." "My horse has never kicked me. The Rohirrim know their stuff, I guess."
"Anyways, I was looking for Bessain. I know she's here; you're always tagging along on her little adventures. She got me into some deep..." Maethoron shook his head. "When I get ahold of that elleth... she made someone mad and who suffers for it? I do."
"Can it wait till tomorow?" asked Siriel, obviously intent with keeping this friend to herself for now. "I mean, you are hurt and there could be something seriously wrong with your back. We have a healer dwarf with us by the way." But Granite had already fallen asleep and she couldn't wake him.
"No, it had better be found out tonight."
"Alright. I'll go bring Bess back."
She stands up to walk away when Maethoron says something.
"What are you doing out here anyways? Where are three elves and a pack of dwarves going?"
Siriel shrugged. "It has something to do with a request of Dagoron's father. But I just got here, too."
Siriel walked to find Bessain.
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Post by Bessain on Dec 7, 2006 17:20:20 GMT -8
Bessain came out from her scouting spot at Siriel's call, her worries put aside from the lack of movement in the forest.
"He's awake?"
"Yes, he wants to have a word with you."
"About?"
"The usual," finished Siriel.
The last comment left Bessain groaning. When an injured man wanted to talk to you NOW, in Bessain's experience, it usually meant he had something urgent to say, or he was extremely angry. Siriel's short usage of the phrase "The usual", suggested the latter.
"Can't you keep him busy? I'm really not in the mood." Bessain pleaded.
"Well, you'll have to talk to him sometime. He is in our care after all."
Bessain sighed. "Alright, but stay close. Maybe if you're around he'll be less inclined to stab me."
The two walked back to the camp, stepping over dwarves that seemed to be strewn all over the place. Maethoron had managed to strip himself naked to the waist to get rid of some of the horse smell. Slightly clean, he had propped himself up on Bessain's packs, his feet resting on her saddle. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his facial expression matched the look she used to get from her father whenever she was in trouble. The fact that he looked like her father did not help. Bessain shuddered.
"Evening Bess," he said in a low voice.
"Is it? I hadn't noticed. But, you are right! Time for bed!" Bessain replied, deciding to play stupid as she hid her shudder and spun around on her heal to leave.
"So who's your new friend?"
Bessain stopped. "Pardon?"
"Do you know a Lalaith?"
"A what?"
"Don't be stupid."
Bessain just stood there and blinked. "How much horse scat did you eat?"
Maethoron became angry and almost rose out of his make shift couch to strangle his younger sister. "Tell me Bess, what have you been up to lately?"
"Maethoron, please, I'm tired. Stop trying to weasel out whatever it is you want me to say. What's going on?" Bessain could not remember a time where she had ever seen her brother overly angry at her. As siblings they were expected to fight, but circumstances being what they were, the two never really had a chance to.
The injured ellon studied Bessain's sincere (for once) expression for awhile before deciding that she really didn't know what was going on. Maethoron finally broke down and went into his story with the horse and overly nosey elleth in the stables, watching his sister the entire time for a change.
"I see," Bessain finally said with a sigh. "Well, first off, if you really need to know, I am still single and I don't have any plans to change that in the near future. Second, this story stays here." She nodded at Siriel as well, asking her to keep this amoungst them. "That, I believe, was the elleth I saw on the road. Thalion did not seem too happy with her presence. Maethoron, If he asks you about how you came to be with us, tell him your story. If he doesn't, then leave it at that. Considering Thalion didn't tell us why he did not wish to enter Mirkwood, he probably doesn't want us poking into his background."
"How do you know my story is even relevant to Thalion?"
"You didn't literally get kicked out of Mirkwood for nothing, Maethoron. That elleth is digging."Bessain gave a weary yawn and bade Siriel and her brother good night, leaving their conversation at that. Maethoron had her bed roll and she wasn't about to pull it out from under him. So Bessain, being the good sister, took Dagoron's and left the night's watches to the others.
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Post by Naucoaran on Dec 8, 2006 20:41:06 GMT -8
Dagoron had sat for the most part to try and sober up. When it didn't work fast enough he had taken out his pipe and tried to pass the time with a more enjoyable activity. The smoke came out in big swirling clouds as he puffed on the wide-bowled pipe. Soon after he had finished he declared himself sober enough and stood up on stiff legs. Tapping the pipe out on a knuckle he replaced the pipe into the folds of his clothes.
He spotted Siriel and Maethoron talking amongst a pile of equipment. Seeing his opportunity to talk to the elf he bounded over to the two of them, his unsteady legs forgotten. Slowing to a stop he smoothed his wild beard and plopped down next to Rinben who had made some attempt to get clean.
"So I gather me group o' dwarves have better fortune then I thought!" he declared as he smiled a rather dumb smile at the obviously irritated Rinben. I s'pose I should tell ye, both o' ye, why were out 'ere." he started, a slightly somber tone to his speech.
"See, me clan was wealthy, like all dwarf clans. Not all of this wealth is accounted for though see, so we’re out t'get it." He said lightly, trying not to go into deep detail on why exactly they were out there. He had been over the story of his father’s death far too many times for his liking. "But what 'bout yerself, elf. Why're you out 'ere all a-smell like shite?"
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Post by Bessain on Dec 19, 2006 20:23:15 GMT -8
Maethoron really didn't care why the dwarves (and elves of course) were out there. He was overly grateful that they were there to assist him. But, as for Dagoron's treasure, who's to say he not just babbling nonsense? The dwarf was drunk after all. Gold wouldn't heal his aching back, or fill his empty stomach; not in the wilds anyway. Even his story did little to lift the injured ellon's spirits.
He had a feeling that Dagoron would not be the only dwarf to ask him of his plight, and when it came to dwarves, he'd much rather keep his story to himself. Dagoron really didn't need to know, he was sure that the irritating dwarf didnt have in mind to let Maethoron forget about the parts he did know. So, he didn't answer. He waved Dagoron off and settled down onto the bedding he had stolen from Bessain.
By the time Maethoron got done grumbling about the goings on of the afternoon, he realized how hungry he really was. Siriel and Dagoron were really the only ones around, as his sister had gone through her usual routine of disappearing, and he was too tired to get up and fix something for himself. He didn't imagine that Dagoron was a good cook, and he didn't wan't to bother Siriel; so he decided to starve until morning, when there would hopefully be breakfast.
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Bessain awoke before first light, assuming that all was well since no one had woken her for a watch shift. She pulled her hood and cloak around her to ward off the morning chill as she dug a small pit to hold a small fire. There were a good many dwarves, and if things continued the same way they had for the past few days, there could soon be just as many elves. No matter their race, they would all need a good breakfast. The sun was rising, thankfully, and it would be harder to spot a campfire from afar during the day.
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