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History
As elven folk see time, the century that spanned the end of the third age’s second millennium saw many important events occur in rapid succession. The kingdoms of Arnor were finally overrun by the Witch King of Angmar and the palantiri of Annuminas and Amon Sûl lost. As a result of this, in 1976 Aranath took the title of Chieftain of the Dunedain and gave the remaining heirlooms of Arnor to Elrond for safekeeping. Four years later a darkness was awakened in Khazad-dûm. King Durin VI was slain and his folk driven from their ancestral halls the following year with a terrible loss of dwarven life and lore. The fall of Khazad-dûm also forced many elves to abandon their homes in the green lands around the Dimril Dale in favour of safer refuges. In 2002 the Nazgûl captured Minas Ithil and its palantir after a bitter two year siege. Within fifty years Eärnur, the last king of Gondor, was lost answering the Witch King’s challenge and the era of the Ruling Stewards began.
In 2063 Mithrandir decided to go to Dol Guldur in response to the fears of the Wise that the growing power of Dol Guldur was due to Sauron taking shape again. The Dark Lord retreated before this confrontation to Mordor and there followed a quiet period of four hundred years known as the Watchful Peace. Mithrandir gave to Elrond the fiendish devices that he had recovered from Dol Guldur telling him and Galadriel of the evil that he had encountered there. Reflecting on the tumult of recent events and on Mithrandir’s news from Dol Guldur, the bearers of the Elven Rings decided to create a network of elves to redress this sudden loss of so much lore and to keep a watch on all threats to Nenya, Vilya and Narya. These elves came to be known as the the Tirin Kormi or Watchers of the Rings. Unknown to most historians, it was in hidden reference to them that elven chroniclers originally named the period.
While their aims and the events which caused their formation are well known to many elves and not kept secret from other folk, the Tirin Kormi remain a discrete fellowship about which little is known. Tirin normally only divulge their membership to known colleagues, rarely even to elvenkind and only with compelling reason to non-elves. Tales, whispered among elven folk and seldom repeated even to elf-friends, tell of a hidden store of lore and artifacts guarded by the Tirin. Reputedly the heirlooms of Arnor and the discoveries of Mithrandir in Dol Guldur along with all the documents and artifacts since recovered by the Tirin are preserved there for study. For those not initiated any discussion of the Tirin Kormi will be limited to vague generalities that do not go much beyond these rumours and the established history given above.
OOC note - What follows should be considered knowledge unavailable to non-members! ;)
Names & Symbols
· Formal name: Tirin Kormi - Watchers/Guardians of the Rings (Quenya)
· Informal name: Tirnidri - Guardians of the Jewels (Sindarin)
· Symbol: Three interlocking rings in a triangular formation
Aims
· The search for all lore and artifacts relating to the three Elven Rings and the other rings of power.
· The preservation and use of such lore and artifacts to:
- defend the Elven Rings and all elven folk against any and all threats;
- educate elven folk in the crafting traditions of their heriatage;
- preserve and nurture the natural world.
Fears
· The destruction of elven lands and the three rings.
· The loss by elven folk of lore and artifacts relating to the rings of power and their abuse by the enemies of elven kind.
Structure
· The guild is lead by the three bearers of the Elven Rings Elrond, Galadriel and Mithrandir. Other senior members include Círdain, Celeborn and Thranduil.
· The guild operates wherever elven folk live and its members work as part of a simple, flexible organisation. Given it’s leadership structure the guild has three main areas of operation.
- From Imladris Master Elrond, bearer of Vilya the sapphire ring of water, directs the guild’s efforts throughout Eriador from the Misty mountains to the Great Sea and particularly the watch on Eregion. Under Elrond’s library lies the guild’s most secure meeting place and repository of documents and other artifacts.
- In Loth Lorien Lady Galadriel, bearer of Nenya the adamant ring of air, watches over the guild’s concerns in Rhovanion east of the Misty mountains and north of the River Limlight especially the surveillance of Dol Guldur.
- Mithrandir, the bearer of Narya the ruby ring of fire, organises the guild’s activities in Rohan and Gondor from no single place. These are normally preoccupied with Mordor and increasingly Isengard.
Rules & Customs
· Full guild membership is open only to those of elven race and forbidden to those of evil heart.
· Members must never act contrary to guild interests.
· Members must never divulge guild secrets.
· Players should learn and use basic Sindarin phrases.
Contact
email: ptolomy@MERP.wanadoo.co.uk (http://)
mIRC: #TirinKormi
Cúrandir the bow wanderer is informed a long time now as a member of the 'tirnidri'
Following the paths of his brother Cûferedir isnt the only reason that he left Lorien after 1000 years of staying there without any fighting practise and now wanders around bree and the shire. Mithrandir already has a suspect and ordered not only dunedain rangers to watch the shire but also the members of tirin kormi are alerted!
Lacho calad! Drego morn!
Originally posted by kobe
Ami (having decieved Jonalin) traveled to Rivendell and placed the dark tome In Elrond's care once more. The hearts of men are too easily corrupted, and many clues about Tharbad point to an answer that would be too horrible to be true.
Hopefully, Lord Elrond will be able to make something more of the tome and succeed where others have failed. The infestation of Tharbad must be stopped first before the investigation into why the spiders arrived there can begin.
Originally posted by DM_Olórin
Elrond had words to say regarding the tome... and his musings were not encouraging... he fears that something beyond our ken and power to overcome is stirring in forbidden depths. Something of it, he has had news of at least, in reports brought back by adventurous souls who brave those hellish regions... in the horrors they have met there, cloaked in creeping shadows... in the shapes it leaves in others... in those it has consumed.
Troubled in mind and heart, and fitful in rest, plagued by dreams of forboding, of what, he cannot or will not say... the Lord of Imladris broods upon the will of the Valar, the sign of the White Hart, and the Doom that awaits...
Discretely messengers have been sent out summoning many elves to a council with Master Elrond. If the weak willed men of Tharbad bring danger to Eriador then the Tirnidri must be prepared!
I have got the impression over the past few weeks that there is some misunderstanding about how this fellowship is supposed to run. I thought I'd clear this up now.
The Tirnidri is a DM-led fellowship both in and out of character. In game it is led by DM controlled NPCs and when out of character membership and strategic decisions should be taken by the DM Team.
It is therefore more of an ongoing elven-oriented plot rather than a true player-controlled fellowship. So, if you want to get one of your characters involved, please feel free to contact a member of the DM team (IC or OOC) and/or to post your ideas in this thread. There is no need to involve me at all :)
Silivrendil
01-06-2005, 05:32
The following is the text of a note written in carefully-penned Sindarin tengwar, sealed in wax with the sign of a star, and delivered by the captain of the guard as a favor to its author:
My most esteemed Lord Elrond,
I write with sincerest humility and contrition, to seek a special commission in your service, and in the service of the Valar who have protected us all since before there were days and nights. I present myself as the least among your holy warriors, a paladin trained now nine seasons in the use of blade and shield, and dedicated to a simple life of prayer and healing in the name of the most-sublime Elentari, Queen of the Stars.
But beyond these common devotions, I have also begun a study of the ancient ways--and it is along this latter path that I have found greatest joy: discerning those things hidden in the shadows of past ages, and tracing their influence to our present times and challenges. The histories of certain artifacts and relics I have committed to memory, as well as certain of the subtler nuances of elven tongues--those spoken now and those from the elder days. Finally, I have developed some modest skills as an inquisitor besides, able to discover the truth shrouded in the deeper recesses of troubled hearts, plying both compassion and mercy.
Evidenced by what tests my path has presented me, I trust there are those who will speak to my fonder qualities.
I know not what service these skills might bring to you and your House, but my destiny compels me to ask that you consider this interest of mine, and recommend a course by which I can develop these talents, further your most urgent interests, and to which I can fully commit my heart and all that I have.
If such a commission exists, Lord Elrond, I fervently pray that you will commend me to it, that my truest purpose here in Arda might be revealed, and the blessings of Elbereth might find ever-greater expression.
Your steadfast servant,
Silivrendil
Faithful of Imladris
No in elenath hîlar nan râd gîn
Aaye Silivrendil,
It was with the greatest of interest and joy that I read your letter, for your name has been spoken of well by those who seek my council.
The world around us is changing, with omens and signs all pointing to a gathering darkness. Meddlesome stirrings and unnatural happenings are to be found around every corner and it would seem that the will of men is to be tested terribly in the coming of days. Now more than ever we have to stand vigilant to what transpires directly outside our borders and in the lands furthest from them.
The skills of which you speak, there is always a need but never more so than now, as such I task you to seek out one of our kin known as Vinduil, a lore master held in the greatest of esteem in these halls. To him I entrust your training and acceptance to one of our most important orders, for it is there that I foresee the fullest application of your abilities.
Elen síla lúmenn’ omentielvo
Elrond
Finare Anduncale
02-06-2005, 12:56
My Lord Elrond
I am writing to report on some of the discoveries I have made concerning the unnatural occurrences in the Trollshaws. Recently, when I had the honour of having an audience with your gracious Lord, you requested that I research into the situation that I told you of; the disturbing happenings in the upland woods.
My research unfortunately has not been very helpful or in any way enlightening. All I have learned is that the area has this area has been inhabited by trolls for several ages, and I found nothing, even in your own Library of Lore, that indicates to any unnatural activity in the past.
With greatest humility I suggest that we look further a field for clues as what caused this occurrence, indeed it seems that the trolls were disturbed as we were at what occurred. The only possibility that comes to my mind is that some great external, and yet hidden force, is causing such things to happen; for I believe the Trollshaws is not an isolated incident.
I will not give up on my task however, and I would like to formally pledge myself to you my Lord and your realm. While I am not as great a warrior as I used to be, I promise I will fight with both mind and sword until this evil has been put down. Indeed, after this evil has been dealt with I would be honoured to continue in your service my great Lord.
You, my Lord, have been gracious and have helped my person many times, and recently you have brought a joy back into my life that I thought had forever perished. For too many years of my life I have been wrought with grief and despair, and now my resolve to aid you and your House have never been stronger.
I would be greatly honoured my Lord if you would accept my pledge of service, as I have never had such a great resolve since my early years, many ages ago. I would humbly ask that you please accept my pledge my Lord.
May the blessings of Ulmo be upon your house my Lord, and may he ever keep this refuge hidden from those of evil intent.
Finàrë Anduncalë
Extract from the journal of Vinduil:
My dear sister Silidril told me the following account of a recent expedition to Tharbad.
Following persistant rumours circulating in Rivendell of disease and plague afflicting Tharbad, three elven followers of the Valar decided independantly to investigate. So it was that Silvrendil a warrior dedicated to Varda, Mana a devotee of Ulmo and my sister Silidril a healer of Este met by chance in the streets of Tharbad.
After inspecting the docks district the three agreed that something needs to be done to alleviate the suffering of the poorer people of Tharbad and went to speak to the mayor about this. However, the mayor would entertain none of their ideas until the three had undertaken what he described as a "treasure hunt" on the Isle of Himling.
Hoping to please the mayor and suspicious of what interest Tharbad has in ancient elven ruins, Silvrendil, Mana and Silidril sailed to Himling and investigated the activities of the mayor's agents on the island.
On their return to Tharbad the three proposed to the mayor that he allow them to esablish a humanitarian mission in the docks district to provide healing and rest to the bodies and spirits of Tharbad's poor. The mayor seemed inclined to accept this offer and admitted that his town was in great need of help. However, the mayor's shadowy councillor changed his mind by whispering doubts and slander into his ear as he came to his decision. The three were suddenly accused of a plot to meddle maliciously in Tharbad's affairs and expelled with threats from the town hall.
Returning to Rivendell much disheartened Mana, Silvrendil and Silidril reported their experiences to Lord Elrond. They gave to him ancient elven artifacts that they had discovered on Himling and warned him of the mayor's interest in the old Noldor ruins. They also told him of their proposal to the mayor and of his strange reaction. Elrond counselled them not to strain his relations with Tharbad by interefering unwelcomely and promised to think on both the question of Himling and on how best to help the people of Tharbad.
Lastly the three asked Elrond to hold the coins which they had raised on their adventures as a fund for the relief of suffering in Tharbad particularly and elsehwere. Lord Elrond agreed and said that he would welcome an further donations from like-minded souls. The fund currently stands at 1600 gold coins.
// Any further donations made should be posted here so that we can keep track of the total, thank you :)
Aaye Finare,
I am heartened that you continue in the task which was set to you and there is wisdom in the insightful comments you have made regarding this matter. On receiving your communication I have given further thought to this and after deliberations with Lord Glorfindel have come to the conclusion that although the root cause of the events you spoke of may well be distant, the events themselves would no doubt require an agent to be in the nearby vicinity.
As such I ask you to redouble your efforts and unveil or destroy this agent of the dark who clearly seeks to eventually gain influence over the adjoining lands by way of terror. I suggest that you become familiar with the inhabitants of the bordering lands and seek the aid of any sheriffs, individuals of influence or others that you may feel able to trust.
After the completion of this task I ask you to return to Imladris so that we may discuss your desire of greater service and aid to our Kin.
Quel fara!
Elrond
Steve-Law
02-06-2005, 18:05
Originally posted by Ptolomy
// Any further donations made should be posted here so that we can keep track of the total, thank you :)
To who would they be made?
They would be made to Lord Elrond I suspect.
Finare Anduncale
02-06-2005, 18:11
My Lord Elrond.
I am writing this short letter to inform you of happenings in Bree Village. It seems that somehow word has got about the unnatural happenings in the Trollshaws, and rumours are flying. How the rumours got out I do not know, since the only people I told of this happening were Silivrendil and yourself, my Lord. Unless others who were in my company have spread the rumours I do not know how this could be know to the villagers.
I was unable to find out where some of the villagers had heard the rumours, and I fear such rumours will alert whoever is behind this to our efforts to track them down.
I have planted a false trail for whoever may be trying to stay hidden, claiming that a 'magic goose of terrible power' is behind the trouble in the Trollshaws. As ridiculous this may sound, my Lord, the Villagers seemed to accept it, and I do not wish to cause a panic. I feel that the notion of a magic goose will not alarm people to same extent as a dark mysterious force.
I will continue my efforts, though I do not think that listening to idle gossip and rumours will get me far. I am going to talk to known magic users in the area; the main one who comes to mind is the owner of the Lorestore in Bree village. I will also be tracking down several of the Shirrifs, they may be able to enlighten me on other happenings in the area.
I will try and send reports as frequently as possible my Lord, and if you know of any other people in the area who may know of something I will be extremely grateful if you could inform me of them my Lord.
Finàrë Anduncalë
Writing from Bree Village.
Finare Anduncale
02-07-2005, 20:45
My Lord Elrond.
I must be breif, but I am writing to you wish some good news. Silivrendil and myself travelled north to Angmar to investigate further into the situation concerning the evil force there. Silivrendil and I sought help from the locals of Forochel, and they gave us shelter, information and aid.
Silivrendil and I then invaded the pits of Angmar, and we did our best to destroy them. We then found the force behind the whole trouble in the north, Morek, a Witch-Wraith of Angmar. Silivrendil and I managed to slay him and his forces, though we ourselves were almost destroyed. We are returning to Imladris with proof of his demise, and hope to have an audience with you soon to bring this matter to a close. It will have to wait to see whether his evil has truely ended.
I hope we have been of a good service to you my Lord, and hope to be able to speak with you soon.
Your loyal servant, Finàrë Anduncalë.
Letter from Elrond to Finàrë Anduncalë
Dear Friend,
Your efforts have not gone unnoticed -- it is our opinion here in Imladris that you will go far, and please accept our praise for the persistance with which you serve our cause.
Hearing of the trouble in the north, I was indeed afraid it may be connected with some wraith returning. You confirm this, and although it brings me great joy to hear that you triumphed, I fear such a triumph may be short-lived, as your opponent didn't (and cannot) die. I expect the trouble in the area will resume (perhaps redoubled) in the near future.
I will be looking for a way to remedy the situation. Once I have researched one or two ideas I have, I shall summon you (and your friends) and explain how the evil could be ended permanently... if you feel up to the task, you would be doing the Lossoth a great service.
Until then, farewell --
Elrond Half-elven of Rivendell
An extract from the diary of Vinduil
A little while ago, as men measure time, Amithiewiel Di'amanesh sent word to Imladris of unusual arcane activity troubling the Lakemen of Esgaroth. Messengers were sent out and soon a band of Imladris' friends had gathered by the Long Lake. Those offering their aid to King Bard that were known to me included Amithiewiel, Argon, Frain, Lolinus, Rufus and Samir. We were joined in Esgaroth by a pair of travellers named Culkett and Aldor.
King Bard directed us to the town's sorceror, the infamous Mythran, for an explanation about the strange beasts that had been terrifying the Lakemen of late. Unfortunately our interview with the old archmage did not go well. He complained that an extra-dimensional realm with which he had been experimenting was slipping from his control. In a fit of pique, provoked by an ill-advised joke from one of my more direct companions, he cast us all into his illusionary realm perhaps hoping that we would resolves his troubles for him.
Mythran's illusions seem all too real when you are in the middle of one, he is still a great master of the arcane regardless of his eccentricities. Despite his power, his creation had been taken over by foul beings that men called demons and devils and we were hard pressed as searched for a way out.
Stumbling through a maze of portals we found ourselves in an icy cavern where we were ambushed by a horde of enemies. We all would have fallen there were it not for the heroism of the stranger Cullkett who scrambled up to a vantage point and rained arrow after arrow down upon our foes who stood gloating over us. In this place I found the fragments of a mighty blade, which I kept thinking that it might shed some light on the power assaulting Mythran's realm.
Shortly after this we encountered a magical recreation of Smaug the Golden, destroyer of Erebor and Esgaroth in the recent past. Even as an illusion, this terrible wyrm proved too much for us and we all fell one by one. We were saved only by the nimbleness of Samir Hall. He pushed each of our prone bodies through a portal before jumping through himself to find us all lying in a heap near the gates of Esgaroth.
Weary and battle sore, our company dispersed to rest and heal its wounds apart from myself, Aldor, Amithiewiel, Rufus and Samir. Driven by heedless curiousity, I persuaded the dwarven smith in Esgaroth to reforge the fragments of the blade that I had found and the result was both unexpected and terrible. The sword bore an inscription in the Black Tongue but written using the Tirth of Daeron, the runic script named after its inventor, the bard of king Thingol the Grey, and last used by Celebrimbor's Gwaith-i-Mirdain in Eregion. The inscription identified the blade as //to be remembered//, a fell weapon used of old by the captains of our ancient enemy and whose terrible memory is preserved in several elven laments for the lands that we have lost.
All my remaining companions agreed that we should hurry back to Imladris to give this terrible weapon to Hir Elrond for safe keeping. There was, however, one dissenting voice. The stranger Aldor tried repeatedly to persuade us to surrender it to him. He claimed to be of the Dunedain and that they know much of such weapons, as if they did not originally learn almost all of their lore from elven teachers! He also claimed to know of a way that its cruel enchantment against my folk could be undone and seemed a little too eager to get his hands on it considering its fell character. His pleas were refused and he left soon after this grumbling to himself and leaving the four of us to face the road home.
Thankfully, considering our burden, the journey to Imladris was largely uneventful. However, as we neared home, we got caught in a storm fiercer than I have seen in hundreds of years up in the high pass above our objective. With all the paths down off the mountain blocked by snowdrifts and snowgiants sporting in the tempest our situation looked grim indeed. We were saved only by the quick wits of young Rufus who melted a small way through one drift by lighting many fires all around it.
Finally arriving in Imladris weary and chilled to the core we were able to give the foul blade to Hir Elrond and tell him our tale. He was understandably delighted that a blade so dangerous to elven kind had been secured for the Tirin. Despite Aldor even showing me a Dunedain broach to prove his claims of heritage, I find the memory of his behaviour over the sword troubling. A weakness runs in the blood of the Edain as wells a many strengths. I shall ask some of the Tirin to ask after him with the Dunedain and the people of Tharbad and the Breelands, surely someone will bring us word of him to Imladris.
Saved by two good freinds and a perfect stranger in short succession, I feel that the Valar must have meant for this weapon to be made safe. What secrets will a further study of it yield I wonder?
// Thanks to all the players involved and DMs Mandos and Aule for a great adventure// :)
Finare Anduncale
15-08-2005, 21:12
My Lord Elrond
I am afraid to say we have made little progress in our efforts against the wraith Morek in recent times. I have seen no evidence of him since Master Silivrendil and I confronted him at his fortress in Angmar, yet we suspect his evil is still present. I have hunted and searched, but have yet to find anything that could be of use in finding a permenant solution. I have only one thing, the former skull of the wraith. I do not know how this may be of use, yet I hope you may be able to make something of it and perhaps use it against the wraith, who is more elusive than ever.
Myself and others, such as Lady Anarial Goldenleaf, the Herald of Imladris wish to meet with you and others of our cause. It has been some time since I have seen Master Silivrendil and Lady Silidril and I wish to do so. There are also others I have yet to meet, such as Master Vinduil. Master Silivrendil speaks very highly of him, and I would wish to meet him. I also understand there are others who I do not know of. I feel I am without direction and allies, since I know few which serves your cause.
Therefore I humbly request an audience with you my Lord, as well as a chance to meet others who serve you. While many will be serving your will, I feel I cannot at the moment without new direction and this brings me great frustration.
I do not wish to sound ungrateful my Lord, for I am not, yet I do wish more guidance in the matter of your service.
Your humble servant,
Finare Anduncale.
Silivrendil
15-08-2005, 23:32
Most esteemed Finàrë,
In so many respects, I regret contacting you in this way, as I fear it will most certainly bring great peril to you—perhaps even mortal danger.
I have, you see, been the past two months in desperate pursuit of an altogether unholy evil—one whom I believe, if successfully captured and interrogated, will offer up important clues as to the present nature and whereabouts of the Wicked Remains of Morek. Twice I have taken very capable comrades to my side in this pursuit, but each has come to a tragic end.
And so it is with a heavy heart that I now ask you to engage the enemy once more with me—for there is no hope for me to proceed alone, and yet I hold out some glimmer of hope that you and I will succeed where those prior partnerships have so grievously failed.
It is a manhunt that will most certainly transpire over the course of many weeks, and involve outings that take us every direction the wind blows. It will bring grave hardship. And if you elect to join me, I'd ask that you secure your family especially carefully, as this foe knows no decency, and might invite agents to strike at any potential weakness.
At your next convenience, contact me with your reply—yes or no—by leaving a note in the crook in the twelfth elm tree (silivrendil@daledavaz.com) that you and I have used for such communication before. Take care that you are not followed. Indicate also what dates and times might be best for our face-to-face meetings to advance this campaign—if you be willing—perhaps we can proceed on a regular [once a week?] schedule, if such is possible for you.
My prayers are that the blessings of Elbereth shine down upon you from the starlit sky, my friend,
Silivrendil
Faithful of Imladris
Silverleaf
18-08-2005, 13:02
My most humble Lord Elrond,
I write to you with news of a recent discovery of a Sindar artifact long thought lost by my people. Nought two nights ago, myself, a Silvan friend, and two knights of Gondor sent by Captain Balros made discovery of a tower in Mirkwood filled with vampires most likely sent by Dol Guldur. These vampires had caused panic to my people, the Sindarin elves of Mirkwood, and stole a most precious scabbard of one of our most magnificent and triumphed blades.
The vampires were difficult to defeat, as well as the many large insects that had come to dwell in that defiled tower, but after a great battle and magical aid, we emerged victorious. I returned the scabbard to a messenger from the Bight, where he returned the scabbard to its rightful place.
I inform you of this, My Lord Elrond, to ask if my "abilities" would be of any use to the Tirnidri. I am a skilled ranger of Mirkwood and other woodlands, with excellent tracking abilities and an aura of stealth unmatched by our people. I wish to join Tirin Kormi for the protection of my people, that they may last and outlive this coming war with the dark forces of Dol Guldur and its spawned minions. And although I have no Valar to call my own, I grant to you my highest dedication and respect, that you may undertake me as a member of the Tirnidri, that I may continue my watch over Dol Guldur. Any information I collect I will send to you, so that if the time arises, Imladris and Lothlorien may come to aid the Sindar.
May the blessings of the Valar be upon you,
Valen De'Vir
Ranger and Protector of Taur-nu-Fuin
Finare Anduncale
19-08-2005, 19:17
My Lord Elrond, Vinduil and Silivrendil
No doubt you have heard about the events that befell me in the recent past; that we have finally uncovered out enemy, a powerful Necromancer, and located their base of operations to the ruins of Ost-in-Edhil. While this encounter nearly cost me my life, more good has come of it since we have now found our foe, and their location.
Master Vinduil, Master Silivrendil and I held council after these events, and Master Vinduil asked me to seek out allies so that we may assail our foe and destroy his evil ways. I have good news, I have met with Argon Balros, Captain of the Knights of Gondor, as an ambassador for Imladris, and he has pledged his support, though I sence somewhat unwillingly. To be frank he did not recieve me very well, and was rather hostile towards me. He also added to tell you that he has 'aided Lord Elrond much in the past', and I took this as rather an arrogent statement. Still, he has pledged his support for whatever our plan is.
I am also seeking to meet with Shirrif Rufus Proudfoot, for I believe the Halflings may be a useful ally in this battle. I would also conclude that the Necromancer may have had some link with the trouble that has recently disrupted the Shire, so they may be willing to pledge some support. I will have to speak to the Shirrifs. I am unwilling to approach any dwarves, well any dwarven leaders for obvious reasons, but I still believe the help of single dwarves may be obtained in this battle.
Lord Vinduil I trust is setting a watch on the northern border of Eregion, though I believe we must act soon if we are to succeed. I fear where the Necromancer may strike next.
I will continue to seek allies in this battle, though I do hope that another council of the Tirindri can be held soon to plan our next move. We must also co-ordinate with our allies.
Your humble servant,
Finàrë Anduncalë
Argon Balros
20-08-2005, 03:28
Quote Finares letter to master Elrond "I have met with Argon Balros, Captain of the Knights of Gondor, as an ambassador for Imladris, and he has pledged his support, though I sence somewhat unwillingly. To be frank he did not recieve me very well, and was rather hostile towards me. He also added to tell you that he has 'aided Lord Elrond much in the past', and I took this as rather an arrogent statement. Still,"
Quote Captain Balros when asked if he will help "of coarse i shall aid master elrond as i have always done in the past"
Quote finares letter to Master Elrond"he has pledged his support for whatever our plan is"
Quote Captain Balros when told of the threat "tell me where it is theni shall send scut to access the threat then despatch a foce to destroy it"
(OOC: i think someones telling porkies don't you?)
Finare Anduncale
20-08-2005, 12:57
(OOC: i think someones telling porkies don't you?)
(OOC: Not at all, not in Finare's mindset. Finare also added at the end of the meeting that Lord Elrond wished to co-ordinate the attack, after Captain Balros said that he wished to send a scout force and destroy the evil, and Finare believed he had obtained an agreement in this matter. Finare may also interpret things differently from how they where intended, and this is one of the common problems in war, lack of correct information and communication. Bear in mind that is completely IC, and I have deliberatly made Finare mis-interpret some information, due to his character and stance. If there is something wrong with this I will stop it, but I didn't think our characters were supposed to have an over-all view of the world, and we were supposed to make them have different attitudes and may interpret things differently from how we ourselves would. If Finare thought (as he did think) that he had Captain Balros' agreement, and they did not completely understand each other well that is bound to lead to interesting problems later down the line.)
// In-Character tension between between men and elves is great. Please let's *everyone* make an effort to keep the Out-Of-Character vibes positive and friendly! Thanks :)
Argon Balros
20-08-2005, 17:55
ooc i understand things can be interpreted differently by different players but it seemed like what you said bore no resemblance to what acyualy transpired that is whi i made my last post, now that i have explained i'd like to say that i could not agree with ptolmy any more than i do and i hope not to be posting here to clarify anything else. thank you
Extract from the diary of Vinduil
I have recently had the pleasure of a rare meeting with one of the Tirnidri's most reclusive watchers, the scholar and craftsman Dregoth Earbril. He has been tasked by Hir Elrond to translate a strange text that has recently come into our possession and came seeking to discuss the mystery with me.
A little while ago, the leader of the periannath's Shirriffs, one Shirriff Took, sent out a call for aid in dealing with a strange series of burglaries and robbings that had been troubling the East Farthing. Silidril was dispatched by Hir Elrond to offer the aid of the Tirnidri. Several others answered the Shirriffs' plea including an eccentric hobbit woman called Frim, Adhemar an initiate of the Knights of Gondor, a quiet warrior called Skyre, a dwarven mercenary and an assortment of other characters.
This party was led by the resourceful Shirriff Rufus Proudfoot and, after an extensive investigation, the source of the trouble was tracked down to the woods that the periannath charmingly call the 'Old Forest'. It transpired that a gang of bandits were using the woods as a base from which to raid the peaceful Shirefolk.
In a short but bloody battle the bandit camp was destroyed, their leader slain and the survivors scattered and driven off into countryside. Now all of this would not merit much concern but strangely a mysterious letter was found on the body of the dead bandit leader. Returning to report (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/showthread.php3?s=&postid=3208109&highlight=plea#post3208109) to Shirrif Took the letter was given to him but he could not make anything of it. Thanking the adventurers for their help he suggested that the letter be taken to Imladris for examination by Hir Elrond and his loremasters.
Hir Elrond received the party warmly, listened to their tale and examined the letter. He was unable to translate it immediately saying that although the script was elven the words were from an obscure dialect of the black speech which he did not understand. By great fortune the scholar Dregoth was attending Hir Elrond at this time and was present throughout this discussion. Knowing of his great skill with such matters, Hir Elrond gave Dregoth the letter and asked him to translate it.
Contacted by Dregoth, I arranged a meeting with him to discuss Hir Elrond's task. I told him that another text in the black speech written in an elven script had recently been discovered on the evil blade that was recovered from Mythran's realm. Dregoth undertook to make his best efforts to translate the letter but said that the work would take some time. I truly hope he is successful for, even if the two texts are unconnected, the discovery of such a letter in the possession of what appeared to be ordinary bandits is a cause of some concern. Perhaps we shall learn more when the meaning of the letter emerges.
timppako
25-08-2005, 12:39
Following letter was given to Lord Elrond in a sealed envelope.
Nae saian luume' Heru Elrond.
The world is changing. The houses of atani are dwindling and the Shadow is growing again. Even some of our own lesser kin are diminishing! Now is the time that rise once more, heir of Gil-Galad! The atani need our quidance, our teaching, our dicipline if they wish not to fall in to the Shadow.
Sadly I have been absent for too long. But now things are going to change. I have spoken to Heri Gladriel and she quided me here telling here is much to be done. And indeed there is! For among first things I saw was avari who desecrated dunedain graves in the Barrow Downs with some little folk! Has our own kin sunken so low? Heru Elrond, we need now a strong leader who will set us the example and you as the heir of Gil-Galad should be the one!
I now offer to you my help and my skills, use them as you see fit Heru Elrond! Show us that the spirit of Gil-Galad is still among us! That the path he set before us still shines brightly!
Ná Elbereth veria le, ná elenath dín síla erin rád o chuil lín.
-Signed Corintur
//ooc I'm sorry for my english, cannot write as beautifully as I'd like to
Prophet7
26-08-2005, 08:21
A messenger arrived last evening Father. It appears a scout discovered several orc corpses north of the Ettenmoors and upon them was this note, stained by their foul black blood. The note is written by a fine hand, not an orc. It speaks of elven twins, a sight I have not seen in many seasons. Perhaps you should study this.
--Elladan
"If the elven twins will not give up the hunt then it is time that you stopped them. You must not let them reach Angmar. If you do I will skin you alive myself."
A note sent by bird, written in a delicate hand
Corintur -- Goth en gothamin, Astalder!
How good it is to have received your note. You write with a wisdom that does you honour. Times are darkening, whole races are failing -- alas for the spirit of Gil-Galad, which seems so rare in the present times!
With darker times come darker minds, my friend -- and so the news you bear concerning the desecration of Dunedain tombs surprises me little, but worries me a lot.
I would be honoured to accept the service that you so generously offer. Every hand is needed, every pair of eyes, every bow.
I intend to call a meeting of our kin in the next few days -- you would honour me greatly if you could grace it with your presence. More details will reach you as they are decided upon.
Aa' menle nauva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale'quenle!
- Signed Elrond
The following transpires from an internal council in Master Elrond's household:
- Yes, my son, I received your note... Elven twins, most interesting. A rare occurence among our folk, so it leaves me wondering... whether I.. know them.
- What about the note, father?
- That... I don't know. It seems confusing to me.. who is it from, who is it for? That's something worthy of investigation, I think. The dead orcs suggest that we may have a potential ally...
- Shall we send out scouts to see what they can find, father?
- *nods* Yes, I think that would be best.
DM_Gwaihir
28-12-2005, 13:03
Haldir, First Warder of Loth Lorien, to Erestor, First Councillor of Imladris, all hail.
Greetings from Caras Galadhon sage Erestor, I hope this letter finds you well. I write to tell you that a group of our Sindarin kin has decided to leave the sanctuary of Loth Lorien and begin their final journey westwards.
They currently await the final gathering of all their families in the western glades of Loth Lorien while our scouts look ahead along their road as far as the mountians for signs of danger.
When all the preparations have been made and they are ready to leave, I will send word to you again warning of their imminent departure. Loth Lorien would be very grateful if you could arrange for them to be met on the western slopes of the mountains and escorted to Imladris for a break in their journey. I trust you will be able to make arrangements for them to be escorted through Eriador to Mithlond at a later date when they have recovered from the mountain crossing.
I have made it widely known in Loth Lorien that volunteers are needed to escort this party over the mountains to Imladris, I am sure you will do the same there. I hope that between us we are able to find enough willing souls to guard these peaceful folk.
On the subject that we discussed during my last visit, I will trust no more to paper than this reminder of what one of these travellers carries.
May Araw guide your path,
Haldir
//OOC:
For details of this event please see the Events and Gatherings Timetable thread (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/showthread.php3?postid=3238594#post3238594)
*A dark clothed figure stands muttering to himself*
"So some of . . . them . . . need aid, maybe this will be another step along my path to . . ."
*He starts off towards Lothlorien, scrubbing absentmindedly at his hands as he goes*
Silverleaf
28-12-2005, 14:16
*A sturdy looking Elf ranger looks towards the sky*
"The Great Eagles soar towards the North.."
*Looking down at the ground again, he grips his bow and makes his way towards Lothlorien*
Cindi Angelheart
29-12-2005, 05:45
My Dear Lord Elrond,
I ask with all humilty to be permited to follow my beloved Silivrendil in all his undertakings. I know I am not worthy of memebership in your service but my heart will break if I am forced to be apart from him for any more than a few days. I am without question the least of your servants but I do hold dear the health of our people, from where stems all the things I hold dear. I do not claim to fully understand all that this entails but Silvrendil is my guide in these things and I honor and cherish his beliefs. I beg that you do not exclude me from this part of his life, for I know such service could well consume him, if that is to be I too wish to be consumed for I will have no more reason to live. I place myself at your mercy oh great Lord. As proof of my devotion I would like to pledge 2000 gold coins to your cause.
Your servant Lauralea
DM_Gwaihir
30-12-2005, 03:45
*Elrond hands the letter to Erestor smiling nostalgically* Ah, this reminds me of when I first met my dear Celebrian.
*after a pause for thought the elf-lord pens a reply*
Greetings Lauralea,
I had thought my old heart too hardened by long seperation from my own love to be so moved by your letter but again, and to my joy, I am proved wrong.
I fear that our situations in these matters are opposite. For while I am far from my lady Celebrian I yet have hope of rejoining her one day. You, however, may spend your days with the noble Silivrendil yet I deem his heart already given to service of another, greater mistress, the blessed Elentári. Yet I am gladdened by your concern for the welfare of our people and welcome any who will follow the principles espoused by that good warrior in their defence.
I have given Silivrendil leave to seek your aid in his duties, I hope that your devotion will prove a support to his efforts rather than a grief to you both. My counsel is this. Seek not to press the matter urgently with one so devoted, rather offer your friendship and sympathy. Who knows what may grow of this in time if it is so fated.
My thanks for your generous offer of a donation. However, at this time I am accepting no more as our plans for their use are still being discussed in the council.
Half a moon hence, some of the Galadhrim will gather in the western glades of Loth Lorien to begin their final journey west. I bid you meet them then, if you may, and escort them safely through the mountain passes to this valley. This would be a great service to all our people.
I hope you will come to see that your own thread has its place, which none may fully understand, in Vairë's great tapestry.
Respectfully,
Elrond Peredhil
DM_Gwaihir
17-01-2006, 10:01
A stir was caused in Rivendell by the recent visit of two great eagles who departed after speaking with Erestor briefly, one eastward and the second to the west. This fine sight, combined with tales from the valley's guards of a recent skirmish near the Ford of Bruinen, has set many rumours flying among the people of the valley.
Erestor, First Councillor of Imladris, to Haldir, First Warden of the Inner gates of Loth Lorien, all hail and greeting from Imladris!
I hope this letter finds you and all the Galadhrim well. My master Elrond has asked me to send you his warmest thanks for welcoming all those that came in answer to your call to help Finculin, Rumilnen and their kinfolk journey to our valley.
By the accounts we received from these loyal travellers and their wards, their road took a winding course and was not uneventful. Therefore it is with great relief that I write now to tell you that the pilgrims, as they have elected to call their fellowship in thanks to Silivrendil's so naming them, have all arrived safely in Imladris with no losses. Some have suffered minor injuries and one of Rumilnen's kin was sadly more seriously hurt by orcish arrows near the Gap of Angren yet most are little more than wearied from the rigours of a long journey through forest and over mountain.
Of graver concern, is that it seems clear this journey did not go unmarked. One Beornin, a man of Beorn's folk, sensing the forest astir with crebain, met the pilgrims between Celebrant and Nimrodel. There also appeared Adanoth, again offering aid we did not seek, this time from the rangers of the Dunedain. Not two days after Finculin and Rumilnen had arrived, a cumahtar spotted two men, one a particularly barbaric looking warrior, and a huge armoured beast guessed to be a great orc or another breed of glamhoth; these three were watching the Ford of Bruinen, a few short leagues to Imladris!
They were clearly no simple brigands, as they let a pair of travelling dwarves pass unmolested and even offered them gold not to warn anyone of their presence. To my dismay, one of them reportedly accepted and we certainly heard no word from them! The love of dwarves for gold remains fixed in this changing world it seems. Near the foothills, the cumahtar spoke a brief warning to Caril Peir of Imladris and sent him in the direction of the hurrying dwarves. I am hopeful that he might have overtaken them before the mountains and would be eager to hear any report he might make.
As it happened, I needed to send word to the captain of the Dunedain of the pilgrims' intention to pass through the lands they guard on the road to Mithlond. By good fortune, as it then appeared, another of the rangers was visiting Imladris and agreed to take a message to his captain. Just as our scouts were preparing to help the ranger slip past the three guarding the western bank, disasterously, they crossed the ford to join an even larger band approaching from the south. Discovered, the ranger fell back towards Imladris and a war party from Elrohir's tower that had emerged to challenge the now sizeable force pursuing him.
In the confusion of the ensuing battle, the Dunedain tried to dash past his pursuers but the more disciplined southerner spotted this and ordered him caught. The brave ranger was soon beaten to the ground and captured but he got far enough to allow us to recover our wounded before any were too far gone. The bravery of Beothor will be long remembered in Imladris.
Harrying their rearguard, our scouts drove them into the Trollshaws where they waited for nightfall and the pursuit to fall back. A large company was seen crossing the ford under cover of darkness and at dawn a trail of blood was discovered leading towards Eregion. My hope is that they mean to keep him alive for a Dunedain ring was found pressed between the roots of a tree where they went to ground in the Shaws. Yet what drew our scout's attention were the blood stains at the foot of the tree and I fear what he might tell them under further torture.
The ranger knows a famous mirdain of Ost-in-Edhil has recently arrived in Imladris from Caras Galadhon and intends to continue to Mithlond. Thankfully I did not tell him of Finculin's guidance in our 'explorations' of the ruins. How any other than elven kind knew of his departure from Loth Lorien, I cannot guess. Yet both Beornin and Adanoth had heard rumours and appeared near the Dimril Dale, though I am reluctant to cast doubt on the good faith of any of the Dunedain or Beornings without proof. Unless the Dark Lord's arm has grown long indeed, I fear we may face other enemies Haldir.
Elrond is being urged by the council to order the path to Imladris from the foothills, that used to be open to all visitors, to be concealed amongst the rocks. The help of the great eagles has been called to bring this letter to you in all safety and also by their wings an account has been sent to the Captain of the Dunedain. They are invited to establish a small camp near the ford to watch the road.
Saying that his heart foretold the Ford of Bruinen would soon have some greater part to play, Hir Elrond is currently in reflection at the source of the river. It troubles me when the foresight of his ancestors comes to the Peredhil, for often in such times Bruinen's song becomes strange and deep.
Ulmo and all the Valar keep you and your kin in peace,
Erestor
DM_Gwaihir
17-01-2006, 10:14
A noticed is fixed outside the guesthouse in Rivendell bearing the following proclamation in both Sindarin and the common speech.
Anyone providing information leading to the location of a ranger of the Dunedain recently abducted by force near the Ford of Bruinen will be rewarded with either two thousand gold coins or a single item of their choice from my personal armoury.
May Araw guide you,
Elrohir Peredhilion
Cindi Angelheart
08-02-2006, 02:35
My Dearest Lord Elrond
Well after much work and searching I was finally able to give Vinduil the potion that you ordered me take to him. That being the elixer made to make orcs stronger , but which seems quite addictive, found by Silivrendil, myself and some S & S memebers, 2 atani and a hobbit. After he produced his ring I was convinced he was the elf that I sought, I advised him of your request, that he examine it and report his findings. I can only hope that this has not endagered him or *gulp* me.
*The following letter in Sindarin is rather vague and clearly meant for someone already familiar with what it pertains to.*
Greetings Lauralea,
I am heartened to hear that whom you sought on my behest has been found. I am sure that you’re actions after acquiring the "item" have gone unnoticed and the contact you have made will be able to advise you wisely. Unfortunately I must press for urgency in getting information on this matter as I am receiving word of activities to the east of Mithlond which are most unusual for those quite lands and I have reason to believe that they may be associated with the item in your care.
Respectfully,
Elrond Peredhil
Cindi Angelheart
13-02-2006, 04:11
My Dearest Lord Elrond,
There is a new developement in this Uruk plot which I fear we must consider a failure. A large force of Uruks decended apon the Mountains just North of Edoras with 5 of the elixered ones at the front. It seems they sought the blood of a Dragon for a potion of some sort. By fortune, I encountered a large group of both the Fair Folk and Atanis that had gone to investigate unrelated orc movements. This group was led by some Knights of Gondor included the one Silivrendil and I helped in our last Mission, I believe he is called Nord. We advanced as far into the cavern as we could before the Uruks arrived in large force when this Nord decided we should allow them to take the Dragons blood while we took cover. By the accounts of the scout who watched..Astafin I believe, the 5 Uruks dosed with the Elixer defeated the great Dragon alone, though they were greatly wounded, the villians then extracted as much blood as they could from the Great beast, filling a barrel. The army then left the cavern collapsing sections as they went to slow our departute and eventually made thier escape. We also managed escape but not before we defeated the Great beasts youngling , many Uruks, and the Giants and Orcs native to that region. Apon our arrival back in Edoras, we informed the standing Captain of the events that had transpired, he was both upset with the news and the realisation that both our people and the Knights of Gondor had been aware of this new developement with the Uruks for some time and niether had informed them. As you may recall , at the end of our last mission I was under the impression that the Gondorians would inform the other Atani chiefs, but this does not seem to be the case, I am not sure if this was by design or oversight, I have assured them that in the future no such assumptions will be made. To his credit, the Knight Nord took full responsibility for the oversight. I then informed the Captain of all of our finding regarding this Elixer , its use and its side effects, though I did not reveal what we know of its contents, it is not clear what the S&S or Gondorians did with thier vial of the Elixer. The final result I am afraid is a major set back in the relations of our 3 kingdoms and the advancement of whatever dasterdly plan the Uruk commander was acting out. The Horsemen intend to hold council shortly and ask that we have a representive there to inform them of our findings and conclusions, and though I find the Atani difficult allies I do understand how important they are in this great conflict. Only your great wisdom cand mend this break in relations and perhaps set about a course to correct this growing problem. I have sent word to Vinduil to attend you immediatly so that he can inform you of his findings in time for this council, I myself will also attemp to find him and bring him to you in haste. I apologize if I have failed you in this my Lord but I am not the leader that my beloved Silivrendil is, nor do I have his wisdom, but I shall be before you when I have seen to Vinduils attendance and you may pass judgement on me then.
Your loyal servant
Lauralea Tirr'eir
OOC Excellent post giving the elven perspective Cindi :).
A Rohirrim ranger arrives in Rivendell, leaving a message for Vinduil of the elves.
Vinduil of the elves,
In the name of King Theoden I ask you’re attendance for a council to discuss the matters of the Uruk potion and incident involving the dragons blood which I am sure you must by now be aware of. We have reason to believe that the dragons blood at least may be in the Wold and would like it destroyed before those behind its acquisition put it to whatever evil use they have in mind. Our alchemists have also found some of the substance employed in the Uruk potion left to us by Captain Argon of the Knights of Gondor but one component eludes them to its nature. We are also requesting attendance from the Knights and hope that they will answer our call.
You may bring to attendance or send in you’re name any whom you trust and whose council you would except.
(There follows a date and location for the gathering)
Eomer
Lord and Third Marshal of the Riddermark
DM_Gwaihir
22-02-2006, 00:47
First Counsellor Erestor was recently seen taking delivery of a locked box brought from Mithlond by one Mithfindel.
First Counsellor Erestor will have given any well trusted elves visting Rivendell recently the following note.
Greeting, I hope this finds you well and in good heart!
The Rohirrim have called for the counsel of their allies in response to several recent encounters with strange orcs in Enedwaith, Rohan and Anorien. [There follows a date and location for the gathering.] (http://forums.wireplay.com/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=60&day=2006-2-22&c=3)
In these times, it is more important than ever that our few remaining allies see a demonstration of the friendship of elvenkind. All who have any knowledge of this matter or who simply wish to accompany a delegation from Mithlond and Imladris are invited to gather in the Hall of Fire in Imladris well before the time appointed for the council.
I hope to meet you there yet I may be delayed as I am currently attending the dwarves of Erebor on another, far happier, matter of which I hope to share more soon.
If I am unable to reach Imladris in good time, I ask those assembled to proceed to Rohan to represent our peoples at the council. Erestor has a written account of my findings on the composition of the elixer at the heart of this matter that he can give to any who undertake this task in my absence.
Aa' menle nauva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale'quenle!
Vinduil Galdirion
Cindi Angelheart
23-02-2006, 03:33
My Dearest Lord Elrond
I have attended the meeting of the Horselord as was your command and I would say that it was for the most part positive. I chose to excercise my right to bring a guest by taking my friend Miss Pippy Smalls of the Shire. In hind sight this proved a fortunate decision as we learned new facts about the movements of our unknown enemy and that this terroble plot has reached as far abroad as the humble Shire. Much was discussed at the meeting that will be unknown to you so I will begin with Miss Smalls revelations.
It seems that some atani had made thier way to the Shire in an attempt to aquire some of thier precious pipe weed for use in this elixer, the agent was an atani named Ferney that lives in nearby Bree. According to Miss Smalls, she and a Shirriff stopped the transaction and were able to find out that the intended buyers were a woman and a man, the man having a missing eye and hand. Its seems the Shire was working to further our cause without thier knowledge, but in doing so have done us a great service in impeding thier supply of this herb. The council concluded that Miss Smalls should further pressure this Ferney for more information, but that the Shire was not to be included in greater actions, so that it may remain unnotticed, the reasons for this was not clear except that was the Horse Chiefs desire, perhaps you understand more fully, I'm sure you do.
The Marshell also revealed some intresting facts that are also most troubling. It seems the barrels of Drake blood that I had previously reported came into the posession of a White Drake. Some atani agents of our unknown enemy , as I recall referred to in the letters as "S" , purchased the barrels from this Drake and took them somewhere into the area know as the Wold, you will recall previous strange happening in this area in which I have been involved and reported. It was reported that the Horsemen lost many men in this movement and have concluded that the blood made its way to whatever foul place this elixer is being made in.
It was with this that our dear friend Vinduil revealed knowledge of an old Numenoreon stronghold that lies underground somewhere in this area, the council concluded that this is the likely chosen place to make the elixer. A dangerous location considering its proximity to both Rohan and Gondor. The council requested that I lead a party of our people to search for the entrance and observe the activities in the area. I task I accepted on your behalf knowing the importance of this situation to you, I hope I chose correctly. I would suggest that there are others more suitable to lead such an exersion and will make no plans until you confirm your desire for me to do so, and outline my authority in the matter if I am to do so.
The natural conclusion of this search is so that we may attack the stronghold and destroy the supply of the elixer before it can be used in a major attack. It was the hope of the council that all of our peoples would contribute in such a task, I made no commitment of warriors on our behalf as I do not know our own strength at this time, nor would I recommend risking our people under the command of the Knights of Gondor, who continue to confirm all my worst fears about them as an ally, but I will try to set my personal feelings aside for this report. I did however state that I knew such an act would be of great importance to you, and that you would no doubt feel such action should be taken, leaving you as much leaway as I thought possible without offending the atani .
Last and least, the Knights of Gondor. In truth I see little constructive energy they brought to this meeting , thier contribution being to check with thier contacts "the S & S " to invesitgate imports of the ingredients, which should have been done already, but it seems they did not analyse the elixer as we did. To suggest meddling in the affairs of Tharbads politics so that a more friendly leader was in charge (not seeing that this instability may create an opportunity for the enemy to attack), an idea I made clear we were not in favour of. Lastly, the suggestion of sending battalions of men ( Rohans men I might add) to police the Wold. Thier leader, Argon I believe he is called, finished the meeting off by insulting the Marshall, suggesting his Falcons were better suited to returning messages to Edoras than the Marshalls, I must confess this arrogance forced me to lose my composure.
It is a tribute to the Marshall that the meeting kept the order that it did, and that he was seemingly not offended by our heated discussion that sometimes came close to anger. Though I do not think relations were weakened by the meeting, they were unfortunately by no means brought closer. With Rohan on the hand I believe progress was made and the sting of thier exclusion has begun to heal. I think this Marshall is a wise and reasonable atani and an excellent ally, he is no doubt a fine commander in war. On your behalf I gave the atani HorseChief a blue elf stone to symbolize a virtue that all our people would required. I am certain the significance was not lost on him and it was well recieved. I also imparted your well wishes to the Chief and his clan, the Knights of Gondor, and to the Steward of Gondor. I am sure there were many things that I could have done better My Lord, but I can assure you I did my best in this, I only hope it was enough. I have been assigned a falcon to return news of the scouting mission on the Wold, I shall give a quick assesment before reporting to you directly where I can recieve your verdicts and your council. I hope that in no way have I overstepped my bounds or earned your displeasure, I wish only that I could have done more.
Your Loyal Servant
Lauralea Tirr'eir
OOC
Nice post of the Council gathering Cindi :). Thanks.
Just one correction which could lead to future misunderstandings in the plot. No one knows that Ferny is an agent of Saruman and Ferny himself doesn’t know who the barrels were ultimately for. To him the whole affair was a welcome opportunity to make an extortionate profit, which unfortunately for him was thwarted by the two hobbits.
I wont respond IC to your post as I think DM_Gwaihir is best placed to do that. ;).
Cindi Angelheart
28-02-2006, 21:24
One fateful day in Erabor our lives forever changed,
unwittingly I searched a store not knowing what would come,
and then you entered the tiny shop, your courage filled the room,
our eyes did meet, my spirit sang, and I began to swoon,
Oh Silivrendil, there you are, my whole life I did wait,
all this time so incomplete, not yet knowing what would pass,
but here you are, my missing piece, the stranger I have always known,
Do you see this also ? of course you must, but do you know your heart ?
My path forever changed, my will no longer mine, no longer incomplete.
You read the tale with bardic skill, your voice was like the wind,
now I see, this is a dream, then I shall never wake, for life could never be this grand
But then you finish , and you stir, this is not a dream
I know I have moved you, I am not alone, and yet I see your doubt,
Silivrendil hear your heart ! my soul begins to shout,
But then you leave , you wished me well, then set apon your way,
I want to cry, to scream aloud, but I know you will not be stopped,
so long ago that day does seem, the child I was is gone.
Oh Silivrendil I have not the words, to show you all you have done,
How you move me, how you have changed me, how you have shaped my course,
You too are marked, that much I see,
a man that knew not fear, but now you do, if just for me
And now the day approaches soon, our bond for all to see
such happiness you have given me my Love,
I pray it is the same for thee
Lauralea Tirr'eir
Evrilo split the recently discovered antidote potion to the Uruk Elixir in to three parts.
He gave two parts to Rofan for transport to Rohan and Gondor, one part he has sent to the Tirin Kormi.
Tirin Kormi, Rohan and Gondor have now received the samples and are hard at work to try and find a way to best utilise it in the limited time they have.
//checkout "nothing venture nothing gained" in this thread. (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/showthread.php?t=306112&page=9)
A member of the S&S hands a message to Evrilo for delivery to the Lords in Rivendell, in the message, Rofan respectfully requests that the elves provide representation for the following (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=71&day=2006-3-8&c=3).
Cindi Angelheart
09-03-2006, 05:30
My Dearest Lord Elrond
I have just attended the latest meeting in Edoras and am encouraged by the outcome. The man known as Rofan hosted the event which was attended by Capt Balros, Sir Nord, Idril,our kinsman Galdir, a hobbit named Bilbo and myself. The meeting opened with the revelation by this hobbit that he had been assigned to follow "the man" by the S&S, I assume he is an agent of thiers. The hobbit followed "the man" to a Uruk encampment near Helms Deep, it seems this is the point for his communications with his mysterious superiors. Bilbo took advantage of an opportunity to aquire one of these letters from the fellow known to us as "S" . It seems the attack on the Wold was not the great failure that it at first seemed, that the conflict with the Uruks while we were in the fortress depleted thier force of Elixer ehanced Uruks greatly. If the contents of the letters are to be believed they will abandon further developement and apply the resources to other tasks, potions of some sort were implied. It seems that they think another attack on the Wold is unlikely and therefore the defences will be unprepared , they will instead focus thier attention to the mischief and unrest that is currently underway in Tharbad.
The Marshall comanded that Captain Balros and I , as equal partners , plan a response and set it into motion. I immediatly suggested we stage a simultanious attack on the two spots and then applying our joint resources to the problems in Tharbad. Captain Balros dismissed my idea stating the camp was unimportant and that we should attack the wold in full force and then set about change in Tharbad. Much discussion ensued and the notion of ambushing "the Man" when next he was in Helms Deep, was put forward by myself and the Hobbit. The idea captured the imagination of the good Captain as he made it clear he desired "the man" dead and with much urgency. It was later revealed his hatred of this man was a result of an attack on his son, the good knight Ivan, which was orchestrated by "the man" . He agreed that the attack on the camp would be useful but insisted that "the man" be killed during the operation. I suggested that the captain command the "important" operation in the wold, while I command the much less important attack in Helms Deep, he accepted this plan with the stipulation I bring about "the mans death". I reluctantly agreed. My intention is to allow "the man" to escape so that he can be followed perhaps exposing the identity of his master in his path of escape. My desire was to capture him if he chose the way directly to Tharbad, but before I could fully express this, the Captain walked out in anger, thus leaving me with the commitment of killing "the man".
Despite council from all present including Sir Nord, that the murder would not serve us well and may even endanger the situation in Tharbad, the Captain would not conceed this point. I fear he was not at his best due to two factors, his passionate hatred due to the attack on his son, and his indignation at my being set as his equal and his lack of absolute authority. I left the meeting after imploring his Knight Sir Nord to ask the Captain to reconsider his position on "the man" and to impart this message with all urgency, I trust that he will do so as he seemed sympathetic with my views.
I then reported the conclusion with the Marshall. The Marshall, who continues to impress me with his wisdom agreed with our course of action and also shared the concern at the risk of killing "the man". He commended my patience and efforts and seems genuinely pleased with my contribution. He also seemed equally concerned with the behavior of the Captain and unimpressed, a trend that cannot continue or the effectiveness of our "Alliance" will be greatly deminished if not shattered.
My Lord, the result of all this is I have offered up a small force of our people to attack this camp which I am to lead, I have little doubt I can recruit a band of younger elves eager to prove their worth, and to serve the good of thier people, or perhaps the Tirin Kormi of Ilmadris could deal with the matter. This of course is only speculation as I await your decision and approval of all these matters. If the resources of our people cannot be spared in this then I can assemble a band of friends and allies I have garnered over the years, but I suggest the show of solidarity would have immense value.
I also ask My Lord that I be given some clearer guidelines in these matters so that I may better understand the resources at my disposal. I should not like to promise something on your behalf and find later that it is not possible. I believe some definition of my position would make these tasks easier if they are to continue as well as enhance my credibility with our allies. I am certain my lack of title or rank impedes my relationship with Lord Balros, as is illustrated by his lack of response to the gift I sent to him, and his yelling at me during the meeting. Perhaps assigning someone with a place in our military would be more effective as they would have both a better knowledge of our capabilities, and perhaps higher esteem from the allies with which we deal. I of course yield to your wisdom as always in this, for these are just my conclusions based on what I have seen, I naturally do not have the benifit of your unique perspective, nor would presume to know better.
I make haste to Ilmadris now my Lord that I may begin to assemble a team for the task at hand, for we shall have to be at ready when we become aware that "the man" intends to move. I will await your council and judgement then.
Your Most Loyal Servant
Lauralea melethril Silivrendil
Greetings Lauralea
I have been commanded by Lord Elrond to guide and instruct you in matters raised in your recent letter.
First we are particularly curious about this hobbit, Bilbo. We also know of a hobbit by this name. You will, with the utmost urgency relate all you know of this individual to us. On a related matter, you are commanded to play down any involvement of the Shire folk in your activities and speak of the Shire as little as possible in your dealings. The reasons for this even I know little of but the command is direct from Lord Elrond on the request of Mithrandir.
The news from Bilbo is indeed welcome and offers us relief from a full scale war with an unknown enemy we are ill prepared for. The wisdom of the Lord Marshal in placing you and Captain Argon in joint command in this matter is apparent to us, he has offered you both an opportunity to, as the humans say, work out your differences. He knows full well that any friction between you two would jeopardise not only joint operations but co-operation on a wider scale also and has chosen the current events to resolve them or bring them out in to the open so that ohter representatives can be requested from Gondor and Rivendell.
As regards the Captain, we are advised by those of our kin who know him that he is a man of action and not of words. It is his prowess, courage and relentlessness on the battlefield which have earned him the loyalty of not only his men but many others. Do not expect great wisdom from his words, especially when matters of the heart are concerned. However, there are those whose advice he has been known to take even when his heart is against it, look to them for aid if you ever feel the Captain is being unreasonable, which I am sure will be often. I have taken the liberty to look in to this matter and I have the following names: Our own kin Vinduil, Sir Gregoire Althan, Frain Hairylobes and Sir Nord Ashald. You certainly did the correct thing to let the matter rest until the Captain was in a better frame of mind. As regards your mention of discrepancy of rank between you and the Captain and its part in his actions at the meeting, I am seeking council if this is in his character and will then decide accordingly.
For your part in the upcoming activity, you have full authority to recruit and lead those of our kin able to aid you.
Finally, regarding the S&S, it is known to us that they wish to control precisely when to act on Man. They have in the past voiced great concern of the turmoil which may result in Tharbad, if they do not have majority support of the populace when indirectly acting against the Mayor by removing Man. You would do well to tread carefully if the final decision is to remove Man, lest the S&S act in a way to maintain their support in the city. In this you may wish the council of Valen and Galia who act for the Tirin within the S&S.
Erestor.
DM_Gwaihir
14-03-2006, 02:24
Copies of a letter are delivered to Cirdan, Galadriel and Thranduil by the eagles of Gwaihir. On first inspection the letter contains a cheerful, rambling account of Lindir's last performance and other social news from Rivendell. However, when read under the light of the next waxing moon, runes of Daeron's cirth are revealled on the parchment. Application of the Tirin's substitution cipher to these runes produce the following message in Feanorean tengwar.
The guardians of the Three have been active in recent moons and their ranks strengthen as many of our kin, sensing the changes afoot in our world come forward to offer their service in defence of that which remains to us. I write to inform you of their news.
Silivrendil, sadron of Imladris, has been charged with command of our efforts to support the Rohirrim against the mysterious orcish attacks that have plagued them of late. In recognition of his tireless years of service in matters too numerous to list here and the weight of this latest burden, I have seen fit to grant him a ring of the Master Guardians.
Lord Shipwright, I understand one of your own Masters, Vinduil Galdirion, has delivered a good quantity of an antidote to the orcish elixer to Evrilo, a friend of ours in Tharbad.
Of the Guardians, Finare Anduncale, who was charged with nurturing our alliance with Gondor, has not been seen since leaving this valley bound for Minas Tirith many moons ago. It is feared that some harm may have befallen him on his journey south.
Dregoth Earbril is entirely occupied with the restoration of our library here. Such is his devotion to his research that we can only hope for his presence anywhere else very occasionally.
Teclis Alethas is currently tending to his troubled brother's condition in Mithlond with the aid of Silidril, the Guardian responsible for identifying the ingredients of the elixer used by the orcish raiders. It is my hope that his brother will recover enough to allow Teclis some freedom to travel again before too long.
The most recent addition to the ranks of the Guardians is Lauralea, a daughter of this valley. Her energetic efforts to build our people's friendship with the Rohirrim in the face of challenges from foe and friend alike are doubly to be commended considering her lack of experience in such delicate matters.
Three who, each in several ways, have helped our cause recently have been initiated into the first secrets of the guardians' fellowship. Among them two of your folk Lord beyond the Long River, one Galdir Feannur notably saved an ancient relic from the mayor of Tharbad's looting the halls of the Glint of Metal. Another, Galia Sentholin, has managed over time to gain the trust of the invalid lady Silversword. This may yet prove vital in our efforts to deliver her safely to the Knights of Gondor. The healer Alasse recently lead a party that recovered the document of Finculin's that we have long spoken of and hope will aid in his search among the halls of the Mirdain.
Others also emerge as spirits of courage in all its forms yet time prevents me from setting out their deeds here. I trust you will all take comfort, as I do, in this reassurance that the Watchful Peace remains as resolutely kept as ever before.
I pray it may it long remain so,
Elrond Peredhil
Cindi Angelheart
15-03-2006, 20:12
My Lord Elrond
I have just met with Captain Balros, and it seems he has placed authority over the attack on the Wold in the hands of Sir Nord. Sir Nord favours allowing the man to live, good news to our friends in Tharbad and in Rohan. I would advise you send whomever is in command of the attack at Helms Deep to meet with Sir Nord as quickly as possible. I hope you find the new development as encouraging as I do.
Your humble servant
Lauarlea melethril Silivrendil
Greetings Luaralea.
It would seem that you have not received my previous letter. As Silivrendil’s Second, and in his absence, you have the authority to make arrangements for whatever aid is needed by the Horse Lords. Please continue to proceed in this matter with caution, wisdom and diplomatic diligence.
The valar be with you and guide you,
Erestor.
karakedi
17-03-2006, 02:09
A report to Master Elrond
Hir nin:
I am following up my oral report to you with a brief note to put what I told you on the record. As I told you, Rofan is no more, and you know more than I how dire that news is. I was present at the farce of a trial under the aegis of Man, and was part of an intense effort to avert the inevitable.
Rofan was accused of inciting riots in Tharbad and encouraging a goblin invasion. It was obvious that the the accusers had set up the riots and suborned witnesses, whose truthfulness was, shall we say, clearly open to question. In fact, it was obvious that either they were lying or had been bribed or threatened. I had no chance to bring that to light, nor did we have any opportunity to provide a meaningful defense. Rofan was found guilty by the puppet of a Mayor and sentenced to a summary execution. He died with dignity and grace, but that makes the loss to us no less.
There is more, and none of it good. The Mayor of Tharbad is fully in the power of Man, who appears to have cast a glamor on him. He is but a puppet now. Equally bad, those involved in this tragedy appear to be trafficking in Gort. They have addicted a number of innocents and seem to make free use of this vile drug to bend others to their will.
The people of Tharbad resent Man but also fear him. They are unlikely to rebel, but their hatred of him and his misrule will surely grow.
I remain firmly at your service,
Alasse
OOC thanks for that post Karakedi, nicely sums up the happenings from one perspective.
Just a couple of corrections which could lead to future plot problems for DMs if not highlighted.
Only two people were definitely known to be on Gort, Rofan’s brother and his lover.
All that any in the court could have gathered regarding the Mayors condition is that he is under "Mans" influence. Anything more would be guess work under those conditions.
:)
Steve-Law
17-03-2006, 09:42
I would add an outsider's perspective, if I may? (and only coming into this story half-way through (or near the end?)) that there was also some doubt (in some of the audience at least) as to whether the executed man, claiming to be "Chal" was actually "Rofan" or his twin brother - general confusion as to identity anyway, not sure I remember the name Rofan being mentioned in court?.
Jach, for one, seemed to credit this possibility - his sister's twins being infamous in their village for impersonating each other. (Jach wasn't, mind you, in the slightest bit interested in the whole, "puppet" or miscarriage of justice thing (most of it just whizzing over his fickle and somewhat self-centered head) he was only there to be entertained for the most part and didn't see these "larger" events as being anything to do with him :) )
//Probably would have been better to post your (welcome) perspective in the whats going on in the world thread with a linked ref here. This being the Tirin thread :P.
Steve-Law
17-03-2006, 11:02
I'll move it if you clean up (delete it and related posts ;) ) (Sorry about that, wasn't totally paying attention)
No props, just wanted to give you heads up. :) I've done it myself often enough to know how easy it is.
karakedi
17-03-2006, 13:31
DM_Araw writes:
All that any in the court could have gathered regarding the Mayors condition is that he is under "Mans" influence. Anything more would be guess work under those conditions.
Alasse observed that the Mayor seemed to be behaving as if drugged and so made a point of moving near him to assess his condition. She found that he was not drugged but that his state was highly unnatural, and she detected signs of something more than normal influence. Using her elven sensitivity to 'magic' and her healer's skills, she has thus made an informed inference that there is something more than ordinary charisma at work and that it has earmarks of a spell. She has shared this perception among the elves, but it need not reach beyond them.
If this is still inconvenient for the DMs, we can leave it that she reports that the Mayor is apparently under Man's nearly complete control and that he does not appear to be drugged.
I'd repair the original post, but there appears to be no edit function.
karakedi
17-03-2006, 14:04
Sometime after the report to Elrond and Erestor, Lauralea asked Alasse to travel to Tharbad to take charge of some of the famous elixir that Evrilo was holding for the Tirin Kormi. Riding a fast horse, she arrived in Tharbad and entered the troubled city, well camouflaged by a hooded mantle made of Lorien cloth. There she identified herself to Evrilo, who passed on to her a goodly supply of the substance. Her horse bore her quickly and without incident back to Rivendell, and the box of potions is now safely in Lauralea's possession.
//Regarding the mayors condition, if what the character is doing is making educated guesses due to her skill and "elven" abilities thats fine. The educated guess aspect does need to be stressed in the rp though. Any definitive conclusion should be arrived at through a DM. During an event players assume things at their own risk ;) or the characters at least, and if they spread rumours without caveats they could take hits on their reputations with their leaders.
Finally I would like to request that if this discussion needs to be continued a thread be started as we must refrain from ruining the subject of this thread.
DM_Gwaihir
17-03-2006, 14:28
*The following notice in Sindarin is posted prominently beside the bar in the guesthouse of Rivendell.*
Reports of recent events in Tharbad have gravely concerned Master Elrond. It is feared that there may be elements within the town's authorities that may not wish our people well.
Master Elrond has asked me to warn all elven travellers visiting or travelling through Tharbad that they should take great care not to incur the displeasure of any of the town's officials or citizens.
This latest news, combined with the recent abduction of a traveller near the Ford of Bruinen by a party that then returned to Tharbad, has finally convinced Master Elrond of the necessity of concealing the last path to our valley that, until now, had remained open to all.
All travellers are kindly requested to take great care not to reveal the locations of the paths leading to this valley to any that are not well trusted by them.
May the Valar shield this valley and its people from all harm,
Erestor, First Counsellor of Imladris.
*There follows a single sentence in Westron*
All travellers are kindly requested to take great care not to reveal the locations of the paths leading to this valley to any that are not well trusted by them.
DM_Gwaihir
17-03-2006, 14:31
*The following notice is quietly distributed by Amanir to any elves passing through the guesthouse in Rivendell.*
Any elven folk of stout heart and a willingness to serve in the protection of our people's interests are urged to gather one week before the midsummer moon at a small camp that our cumahtar will establish in Calenardhon just north of the gates of Edoras.
We have promised the Rohirrim to strike against an encampment of orcs that has been sighted near the great coomb known by men as Helm's Deep. It is hoped that the destruction of their camp may finally see an end to the raids that these orcs have been launching throughout the wider region for many weeks now. As a peaceful solution to the presence of the orcish camp is highly unlikely, only those ready to assume the risks of battle should answer this call.
Those willing to aid in this task should journey to the camp of our cumahtar at the time and place given. There they should report to Lauralea who has been assigned responsibility for our relations with the Rohirrim as the deputy of Hir Silivrendil, the overall commander in this matter.
Should you answer this call, I wish you all the blessings of the Valar in your endeavours,
Elrohir, Commander of the southern borders.
*A detailed map of the West Emnet is attached, it is marked at a spot a very short distance north of the gates of Edoras with the symbol of three interlocking rings. Below this are details of an exact date. (http://forums.wireplay.com/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=75&day=2006-3-19&c=3)*
.///ooc ok tomorow I.e sunday i'm hoping we can finish the quests that araw started but sadly could nort finish as he is too down heartened to dm anylonger probably be about 8 or 9ish gmt time
karakedi
27-03-2006, 17:24
Memorandum to Elrond:
Hir Elrond:
I bring grievous news, another setback to our plans. I present it in narrative form; when you are available for interview, I shall report in person.
At Edoras gathered a party of elves, men, and a dwarf to undertake the long-planned attack on an orc camp near Helm's Deep at which the Man was expected to be present. Before departure, Lauralea, who was in command of the party, asked Alasse to carry the party's banner and appointed her alternate in case Lauralea fell. Needless to say, Alasse hoped devoutly that such would not be the case.
The party, consisting of Lauralea, Alasse, Galia, Sereg-Mirth Almir, Kyle Gallagher, Sir Nord Ashland (sp?), the hobbit Pippy, and the dwarf Thur*, met first with Captain Damas of Gondor to confirm the mission and then departed for Helm's Deep. They expected to find a smallish camp of ordinary uruks; instead they were met by a veritable army of elixir-enhanced uruk fighters of exceptional power. Though they knew that they were outnumbered and would probably be overwhelmed, they chose to kill as many of the foul creatures as they could. Lauralea set up a viable line of battle, and this plan was followed. The first wave of orcs was slain, many of them by the doughty Sir Nord, who seemed to have the favor of the Valar, for the orcs could not touch him. The others were badly wounded and hors de combat until healed by those who could walk.
At this time, distraught by the grievous loss of her fiancee and by the defeat just suffered, Lauralea berated herself for her failure of leadership, a point of view shared by no one else in the party. She would hear no comfort but fled shouting that she would take the ships West. Though dismayed and deeply concerned about their leader, the party had to return to the immediate situation, though they followed Lauralea for a short distance until she disappeared from sight.
After a short respite during which the company tended their wounds and regrouped, the next wave of orcs was brought in by none other than a small figure thought to be the Man. Again, all fought valiantly, and Sir Nord again enjoyed an astonishing invulnerability--even when the others fell to dire wounds--and thus slew a great many of the foe. While the party members lay wounded, the shadowy figure was seen to walk among them gloating at their fall.
Fortunately, before even Sir Nord was overwhelmed, Captain Balros arrived from his victory in The Wold and dispatched the remaining uruks. He and his men applied further healing, and of course those who had been patched up helped heal their companions. The individual thought to be the Man was spotted leaving the area, and the party gave chase. They followed him into Fangorn Forest, but there they lost his track. There, however, Alasse and Sir Nord agreed that further steps would be needed, but both agreed with Kyle when he suggested that the open woods were no place to have detailed discussions of the matter.
All then returned to Edoras, where they briefed Captain Damas on the day's disasters, mitigated only by the survival of all who had left Edoras for Helm's Deep. Hir Vinduil was there waiting with Captain Damas, so he heard the report the party gave. There it was agreed that the elves, Knights of Gondor, and such representatives of the hobbits and dwarves as were deemed appropriate by their communities would meet to discuss further strategy in a month's time, in Edoras. Alasse strongly encouraged the leaders, especially those of Men, to look to their own ranks for information leaks and conduits of misinformation such as that which had led the company into such an ambush.
All then departed to report to their various lords; Alasse took the opportunity to brief Vinduil on the day's events after they had reached the borders of Lorien, where some discussion might be safe. Vinduil was especially concerned about Lauralea and her welfare; he said he would take next steps for the losses to Tirin Kormi under advisement. Galia and Kyle arrived part-way through the discussion. Kyle was included in view of his status as an elf-friend, though Alasse and Vinduil became more discreet.
Upon their arrival in Imladris, Galia and Alasse sought Hir Elrond, but he was not available for a meeting.
That is my report, Hir Nin, and I hope that I shall be able to deliver it in person soon, though at your convenience of course.
Most respectfully,
Alasse, of the Healers of Imladris
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*OOC: forgive me if I have omitted anyone. If I have, I will edit the text to make the needed changes. This is done on the basis of my memory on the following day.
Duin Flamestone
02-04-2006, 22:58
Aaye tur Elrond,
I greet you in the name of Amon Lind. Rumors of a secret fellowship responsible for defending the Three Elven Rings and all elven folk came recently to my people. I do not know if these rumors are true and that is the reason why I am writing this letter, maybe your ageless wisdom can help me to answer this question.
I dedicated all of my life to the forges since the days of Ost-in-Edhil. But my soul still burns in pain every time I hear of the minions of The Black Enemy. I will never forget what they did with our people in Eregion. I was there, I have seen everything…
If these rumors are true I would like to find and join this fellowship. I am one of the few representatives of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain still living in Middle-Earth, it would be a honor to search and protect our people’s artifacts, to defend the Three Rings of Power and to use my magic to destroy all of the Black Enemy’s servants. It would be a honor to serve under this fellowship’s name.
Aa i' iva en' Elbereth Gilthoniel suor llie,
Fënowe son of Fënwe.
karakedi
19-04-2006, 17:24
Hir Erestor
I write to you from Esgaroth, where we have discovered a situation that has brought dismay into our hearts. In short, there seems to be growing--and virulent--hatred among the Lakemen toward the elves who are their neighbors. We have at least some evidence that it is being fostered, though we cannot be sure by whom. The dark tower to the southwest comes to mind, of course.
As you may remember, the dwarf Naighin Snakeater arrived in Imladris full of rage about a woman he had found dead near the Old Forest Road in East Mirkwood, a lock of elven hair clutched in his hair. He said that he could find no elves to inquire of in Mirkwood, so he had made his way to Imladris to see what he could learn. There he met Kyle, Galia, and me; we attempted to calm him with some success, but we had to tell him that no one in Imladris would have any information about the circumstances. Of course, we immediately thought of a crude effort to stir up discord between the woodelves and their human neighbors.
Fortunately, Hir Elrond had time for us, and he dispatched us to investigate the situation and take what steps we could. Master Naighin was able to lead us to the spot where the corpse still lay, somewhat the worse for weather and animal predation. Inspection showed a combination of slash and bludgeoning wounds.
A contingent of woodelves had returned and had restored the camp. We agreed with them that we would take the dead woman to Laketown to seek information about who she might be and return her to her kin if she was one of theirs. Master Naighin built a wagon in record time, but while he was busy with that project, there was an incursion of orcs heading to Dol Guldur with some chained Beorning thralls. They attacked the camp and were slain by our combined forces, though unfortunately they managed to kill their captives, depriving us of what we might have learned from them. Inspection showed that the dead woman had probably been manacled at some time before her death, suggesting that she might have also been enslaved for a time and prompting more guesses about how she came to die.
A contingent of woodelves arrived from Thranduil, tasked with dealing with the rumors of trouble in the vicinity. I showed him my brooch and had his attention for a short while, but he was preoccupied with the immediate military situation and gave little attention to the political implications. I hope that he will still report to the Court on the apparent attempt to provoke trouble among the folk of the area.
Finally, we returned the woman to Esgaroth, where the gate guard recognized her as the daughter of the miller. It was there that we came to realize how much hatred seemed to be building up for Galia's kin. The grief-enraged father was implacable in his hostility to the elves in general and to Galia and me in particular. Fortunately Kyle was able to talk with him as a fellow human, and finally he left. Further evidence of the trouble came when his equally grief-stricken wife came to apologize for his manner to us and say that though there was ill-feeling toward the woodelves, her grandmother had told her of how fair and kind they really were.
It is our hope that we will be able to investigate further to find the causes and sources of this growing friction. We also need to talk with the elves themselves and, if possible, the Beornings, to see how far this matter extends.
We all look forward to hearing from you about your wishes and for those of Hir Elrond in this matter.
With greatest respect and with regret for being the sender of bad news,
Isaniel
misterroboto2
05-05-2006, 01:08
Aaye tur Hir Elrond,
It is very sadly that I must announce the following news to you. I was recently entangled in a series of events that might very well strain our relations with the proud people of Erebor. I had recently crafted a couple of axes in order to give them to the Erebor guards as a token of gratitude when I met two acquaintances. The two dwarves Rahkn and Rugni offered to escort me to Erebor, for , as you know, I'm not too great on self-defence. When we arrived to Mirkwood, we noticed a few shady characters apparently fleeing from someone or something. with their disappearance, we decided to move on when we found the most ghastly of sights. At least ten wood elves were laying on the road, murdered. To our surprise, we found a dwarf there who was very mad at the elves for some reason.
He said that he had found a stolen necklace on the slain elf captain as well as two incriminating letters. Despite my attempts to calm him down and explain how we found suspicious characters earlier, he took the corpse with him to erebor. We followed him there and reported to the Thain's subordonate. I was able to make my point accross and he charged my two companions and I with the mission to investigate the matter. The two suspects names are Sauraquen and Grendel.
I hope that you may be able to provide me with some advice, milord, for I am not sure what to do.
Sincerely yours,
Sereg-Mirth Almir
Hir Elrond,
I am writing to you in thanks for inviting me to join the secret fellowship Tirin Kormi. As you know the task escorting Hir Finculin was a success (with the aid of other such loyal warriors Artaher, Hirilorn and Fenowe). I will be glad to pledge my skills toward the cause that is held so dearly in all our hearts. Should there ever be the need to summon me as my current role, a Herald of your House, allow me to deliver any messages or gifts you may wish to send, escort any guest or companion, and fight any evil that may oppose our kin.
At your service,
Signed : Anarial Goldenleaf
Silverleaf
10-05-2006, 20:32
My Hir Elrond,
I write to you from the city of Minas Tirith in the far western kingdom of Gondor. It is both with regret and joy that I bring you news from the White City.
Most recently, I and my fellow Tirnidri Galia Sentholin, Sereg-Mirth, Artaher, and a fellow kin by the name of Illumielle Dy'ner dealt with the most serious threat of orcs sent from Mordor that had taken control of the Woses' home of Druadan Forest. While scouting the forest, I had been seen by an orc with particular keen eyes and was forced to flee into the Pelennor Fields, upon which I happened to find my fellow kin who were on their way to Minas Tirith. Our combined forces managed to defeat the orcs in the forest with ease, and even now the Woses prepare to reoccupy their beautiful home blessed by Yavanna Herself.
A few days later, upon leaving the White City, I came upon a Knight of Gondor known to me in the past by the name of Sir Nord Ashald. By sheer chance he was on his way to the southern borders of Harad, where he was to take control of a bridge key to the defence of Gondor's borders from the Haradrim warriors. Interested in the situation, I followed Sir Nord and did my best to aid in this capturing. The battle which we fought was fierce and bloody. Although the Haradrim raiders far outnumbered us, the Knights of Gondor along with Sir Nord's careful and excellent tactics helped win the day. I believe the common saying, "Quality, not quantity" can be approprietely used here. I myself experienced the full heat of battle as I fought along side some of the finest Ithilien rangers that Gondor has to offer. Together our bows struck down the many crossbowmen who defended the high cliffs looking down upon the bridge. The battle concluded with Sir Nord slaying the Haradrim Blade Master, who appeared to be the leader of the Haradrim warriors, with a hefty blow from his sword.
With the battle concluded, Nord Ashald and I set up a defence perimeter in case of a suddent counter-attack from Harad, and headed towards Minas Tirith to debrief with Argon Balros, the Captain of the Knights of Gondor. As a representative of Imladris, I told the fine captain that Imladris was pleased to aid in Gondor's battle and hope that the relations between our two nations will be improved by this. Captain Balros especially sends his warm regards and humble thanks. As our debriefing ended, Captain Balros put Sir Nord in charge of the new defences of the bridge taken.
Hir Elrond, I would ask that you would send aid to the setting up of this bridge. Whether it be spare archers that you could possibly afford to send or merely supplies of fine herbs or food and arms that would help the soldiers and knights in combat, is your ultimate choice. However, this bridge is a key structure towards the defence of Gondor. Losing it again would mean that the Haradrim would once again have an advantage over Gondor, and would surely have the initiative against Minas Tirith should they press an attack. Now that Gondor controls this bridge, they hold the initiative and Minas Tirith will be forewarned of any attacks from Harad. Sending any supplies would also further strengthen the relationship between Imladris and Gondor.
Should you have need of me as an emissary in this situation, I would be more than willing to help towards this cause which I am already involved in. The blessings of Yavanna upon you and your household.
Faithfully yours,
Valen De'Vir of Eryn Lasgalen
DM_Olórin
10-05-2006, 20:56
Excellent post. sorry i missed it :)
Mhyradin
14-05-2006, 12:47
Galia Wandered from the Hall of Fire to the library paddling through the stream between as she did so, lost in her thought. Elrond was in a meeting with his advisors and her news could wait until he emerged. She took another sip from the spirits bottle before entering, already being familiar with the quiet dissapproval with which her drinking in the library had been received before.
Galia's bare feet left soggy footprints on the carpet as she made her way to the desk. The librarian lowered his book for a moment and slowly shook his head but said nothing. She sat down and whistfully gazed at the moon peeping through the window far above and desperatley tried to remember what she'd come in here for. She had been talking to... There was toast, and another. She nodded to herself and and uncorked the inkwell.
Hir Elrond.
I have recently had the pleasure of meeting a kinsman of mine here at Imladris. He tells me he is known to your sons and they will testify that he is a valued friend to Imladris, Astafin is his name. Now, as you are doubtless aware I have been making my home here of recent months. I have been avoiding Thranduil's court for personal reas...
Galia sighed deeply and and took out a letter that had been left for her shortly before leaving Thranduil's court. It was now battered, dog eared and tear stained but still readable.
Forgive me Galia, I cannot love you. She knows. This must stop.
She looked furtively around and took another sip from her spirits bottle. She took a deep breath and swore to throw the painful message onto the next fire she made, just as she had many times before. She wiped a tear and copied all but the last sentance to a new piece of paper. The unfinished letter was screwed into a tight ball and she continued:
In the interests of maintaining our connections within the Greenwood in my absence I have Inducted Astafin into the first tier of the Tirin Kormi. He has been appraised of our concerns regarding Erebor and Esgaroth but he is not yet privy to any secrets other than those conferred by our brooch, as is proper at this stage. I look forward to introducing you both and am confident that you will find him worthy and of good heart.
Faithfully yours. Galia Sentholin.
Galia left the letter with Elrohir and then secreted herself in the trees by the waters edge in the valley itself, as she often did when she wanted to be alone. She could witness the comings and goings of Imladris from this position while at the same time choosing what people she was to involve herself with. She uncorked another bottle of wine and again started to count the many reasons she now called this home.
Finare Anduncale
22-06-2006, 18:59
Hir Elrond, and my other friends,
I cannot convey how it good it is to have returned from my travels, I have missed Imladris dearly. The whole valley seems even more beautiful than I remember, though I would guess that is down to homesickness. It certainly seems you have been busy while I was gone, the new archives look wonderful and I am most impressed with all that has been done in my absence. I am really looking forward to pouring over the books and papers, but of course I looking forward to catching up with the Tirin in the near future.
It has deeply saddened me to hear of Silivrendil's unknown fate, he was like a brother to me and I know I will miss him dearly. It seems that I have not met many of you before either, and that does just emphasise how long I have been absent. I have met with Lady Galia and Lady Isaniel, though I hope to be able to meet with the rest of you soon.
I would offer this proposition to you my Lord, that perhaps a large council of the Tirin be arranged in the future, not only for my benefit but to discuss how process is or is not being made, as there seems to be a large number of issues facing the Tirin at this time. I do not wish to make this urgent, as I understand you are very busy but it would still be a momentous thing to do. I leave this with you, my Lord. I was also thinking of writing an account of my travels for me to tell or read, for there was a lot more detail as you can imagine than I expressed to you in our meeting my Lord Elrond.
I hope you meet with you all soon, and safe travels until then.
Yours,
Finare Anduncale.
The following call to council is delivered to those members of the Tirin Kormi whose whereabouts are known and within reach.
“I hope this letter finds you well and in good spirit.
Matters have come to my attention from Lord Glorfindel for which you are called immediately to attend council. I cannot go in to great detail for obvious reasons but suffice it to say that the anticipated interest of the enemy has turned to the many secrets of Moria.
Erestor”
A date and time (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=103&day=2006-6-27&c=3)for the gathering follows.
The Tirin council gathered and discussed the interest of the enemy in the depths of Moria. Those present were agreed that Tirin members should be fully active in any forthcoming actions in case lore pertinent to their own cause came to light, for little is known of the secrets of Moria, and of course to give assistance in efforts to thwart the enemies own cause.
It has come to the attention of the Tirin that troubles caused by orcs, hillmen and bandits in the Misty Mountain passes are a misdirection attempt for some other activity. A torn and barely legible parchment found on the body of a dead bandit leader made mention of Eregion and trailed of with “lesser r….”
Alerted to the possibility of some one seeking a lesser ring of power, Tirin are now directed to thwarting this. It was agreed that it would be particularly useful if one of these bandit leaders could be captured for questioning. If such an opportunity arises, you are ordered to take it and contact Unien for the captives interrogation.
Finare Anduncale
03-08-2006, 11:55
Hir Elrond,
I am writing to inform you of a disturbing discovery that a group of elves, including myself have stumbled across. It has come to our attention that the mayor of Tharbad has been conducting 'treasure hunting' expiditions to the isle of Himling, with the desire of uncovering old elven artefacts.
While this is an insult to the fallen culture of that land, that the old ancient treasures of the Noldor should be disturbed, there appears to be something even more dark behind it. We managed to find a young man, by the name of Aston who claims he has been on one of the expeditions for the mayor, and has provided us with much information on ths subject. According to him, the mayor has been selling these artefacts, some which may be powerful and dangerous to traders and 'thugs' in an underground black market. There is even suspicion he has been selling these items to men of the south, rather than back to the elves themselves.
This concerns me, for a number of reasons. Firstly, and perhaps most trivially, I do not at all like the idea of a bunch of unworthy money grubbers defouling the old isle, and such expeditions should be stopped. Anoter greater concern is why the mayor wants these items, and what he is doing with them. It appears he just being greedy, which would not be surprising, and is too stupid, which also would be not be surprising, to sell them off to the highest bidder, who happens to be those who do not take kindly to elves. It has also crossed my mind that he has been more calculating than this. I know the mayor has a great dislike of elves, and I am more concerned that perhaps there is something darker than this, and he has allied himself with those who are not friends of the elves.
Perhaps I am thinking too much on the matter, but it is disturbing me greatly and I wish to seek your counsel on the matter. It has already been suggested that perhaps we could get an insider into the office of the mayor to try and uncover what is going on, though I am sure your judgement on the matter with be best. Several elves, led by Lady Eldawen of Lothlorien have already made plans to journey to Himling and uncover as many of these artefacts as possible and bring them to Imladris.
I hope you will help us bring this matter to light, and advise us on what is to be done.
Your faithful servant,
Finàre.
DM_Gwaihir
03-08-2006, 21:14
Hail Finare,
I thank you for bring this new information on the mayor's intentions towards the Himling Isle to my attention. As you know, these expeditions have troubled our councils for many moons now.
We have never been able to learn what it is the mayor seeks as all our kind are well marked in Tharbad, even faithful Evrilo, despite his best efforts to become accepted by the townsfolk. Several of your fellow Guardians are pursuing other lines of inquiry, one of which seems to be the most promising thus far.
A few moons back, one of the Lossoth was seen leaving Tharbad town hall followed by two guardsmen bearing a heavy trunk between them to the ship Dauntless. Fortunately, the Tirin present were accompanied by a certain shirrif of the East Farthing who has in the past aided us by making discrete inquiries on our behalf. Unsuspecting the hobbit's interest, the captain of the Dauntless, one Fearshall, revealled the name and destination of his passenger as Olga Ulriksdottir bound for the western Icebays of Forochel.
Shortly before this, Hiril Unien had retrieved from Himling a tablet ingraved with truly ancient symbols of our forefathers from before the Tengwar and Cirth were devised. After much study, Hir Ranachil determined that the tablet identified a cave in the Ered Luin a little to the north of where the gates of Belegost once stood.
When news of events in Tharbad was reported, a group of Tirin was despatched from Mithlond to investigate a possible link between Himling and Forochel or the Ered Luin. They learned from the Lossoth that a small band had been seen heading west into the mountians and, after searching those peaks for sometime, they found a large cave containing a strange and ancient device.
It seems we are not the alone in making a connection between this mountain cave and the Isle of Himling for the Tirin investigating were soon assaulted by the wild minions of a powerful sorceror who appears to have been camped there to study the device. He was either unprepared for battle or judged himself outmatched by the Tirin and fled, salvaging, as his guards were cut down, what he could from what has emerged to be the same type of trunk used by the mayor of Tharbad's expeditions.
In his haste, the fleeing sorceror left an ancient tome that may well have been recovered by one of the mayor's expeditions and brought north by Ulriksdottir. Sadly the ancient paper was badly decayed, I enclose what we have able to recover of the text for your interest.
I urge you to speak with the other Tirin involved in investigating this mystery if you chance to meet them, these include Unien, Hirilorn, Isaniel and Fenowe amongst others. Hiril Alasse and Sereg-Mirth also have some knowledge of this matter.
I thank you for befriending the Lady Eldawen. I have heard favourable reports, from the Dunedain among others, of the deeds she and some of her companions such as Thurion have performed of late. I trust you will introduce them to the first secrets of our fellowship when you judge the time is right.
I have word from Lady Galadriel that she will shortly send an emmissary from Caras Galadhon to Imladris. It is my hope that as many of the Tirin that can will join us there in the Council Glade to discuss what each has learned about this mystery and other matters that any assembled wish to raise in council.
You have my thanks as always, may the Elentari guide you in all things,
Elrond Peredhil
Folded inside the letter is another sheet of paper bearing a crest of three stars followed by a series of short fragments of Quenya in an antiquated tengwar.
"...this night we do not need our scouts .........the fires burning to the north.........they are coming...."
"...flames come before them......Ard Galen is a smoking ruin...................they have taken the gap........we have seen flames in the highlands...............the hill will hold..."
"....the Voice of the Gap has been sounded....many have come, save for the valiant one.....should we not return, I leave this in sad excuse of our defiance...................and safely stored with the Voice.......rock, flame, wind and wave guard the Sanctuary...should all four come together...will be revealed...........we break camp now to meet wirh the Naughrim...."
**The following is the important content of a communication from Elrond to the Tirin.**
The document stolen from Minas Tirith and recently recovered, details some of the lore relating to the three elven rings and the outwitting of the enemy upon their creation.
Unfortunately there was no option but to allow the text to be taken back to Minas Tirith. I doubt very much any of their scholars can translate the dialect but we cannot risk such information falling in to wrong hands. In light of this, Mithrandir has agreed to keep vigilance over the document in Minas Tirith and prevent any copying of the content, until such time that we can find a peaceful means to bring the documents back to Imladris. This information has also been forwarded to the Lady of Lorien. Erestor will soon be calling a gathering to discuss this matter in depth and how best to resolve it.
A letter seen by the Tirin, from the Mayor of Tharbad to the murdered woman speaks of an unknown benefactor who seems to be behind the Himling expeditions. This will also be discussed, as well as the latest findings on the mysterious White Hand.
On another note, I would like you all to be aware of the new Captain of the Knights of Gondor, Nord Ashald. I have had dealings with this man and trust him. You are instructed to show him the respect due his title and treat him as a valued ally.
misterroboto2
21-08-2006, 00:05
Sereg sat down at his desk, his thoughts were all over the place. "Hmm what can I say to the first elf to give me a chance in life?", he wondered.
Dearest Hir Elrond...
"Grr! No, that's no good... too personal." He throws the letter away.
Master Elrond,
I hereby officially thank thee for granting me this pro...
"Now that's just too dry...". He shreads the letter with a bit of difficulty on the account of being about as strong as a 6 year-old human boy. He thinks about two minutes before taking out another sheet of paper.
Master Elrond,
As I mentionned to you personally, promoting me to be hir Ranichil's assistant is the highest honor I could ever hope to get. Your trust in me has made me happier than I've ever been in my short life. I can only hope to prove myself worthy of it.
I have recently been contacted by a student of mine who told me that hiril Validriel would soon be ready to negociate with Gondor to get the ancient runes back. I have asked him personally to act as a guard to hiril Validriel as well as to the runes. I would also request to be part of the team assigned to decyphering the said rune as soon as they arrive here.
Salutations,
Sereg Mirth
"Now that oughta do it", he told himself with a smile. He folded the letter and headed toward the halls of fire.
Mhyradin
27-08-2006, 14:09
"But did I do the right thing?" Galia asked. Unien looked up for the third time from the book she was painstakingly piecing back together. It was becoming clear that simply saying 'yes' wasn't working. She smiled pleasantly at her friend to cover her irritation at the constant interruptions to her work.
"You took a great risk Galia, but then you knew this when you sneaked into the mayor's office. Sometimes great risks bring great rewards, as was the case here. The mayor would have opened the greatest wound in elven memory and taunted us with it for his own political ends. It is unfortunate that your position in Tharbad is now compromised, but your personal interest in the Silverswords has now returned to Imladris." Unien considered her friend carefully, noting the anxiety in her face. "You did the right thing, and exposed yourself to much danger in doing so, we cannot ask more." She smiled reassuringly.
Galia stood and paced the small library room. "Ashal did the right thing, I doubted he would until the last moment and even thought that he would throw the book into the river at one stage." She shrugged. "Which might have been for the best."
Unien flinched, but managed to mask her disdain for Galia's veiw of these important writings. "Maybe, maybe, but it is here now and safe thanks to you, and I suppose Ashal, in his way."
"Maybe the fact that I have spoken for him in the Hall of Fire swayed his heart. I do not know, though Elrond showed little sign of ever trusting him again. His companion was easily bribed however. I watched them for some time, she knows her heart, and it is dark."
There was a knock on the door and, sighing at the interruption, Unien answered it. A ranger bowed low to her. "Your horse awaits by ford Hiril Unien."
"So soon?" Unien bit her lip for a moment and glanced at the book on the desk. She was tempted to take it with her, but knew it was too risky. "Very well, I shall be with you presently, and if you could inform Ranachil or Sereg that I have important documents in here that require careful storage then I would be most grateful." She smiled briefly and dismissed him.
Galia frowned. "You are leaving? You didn't say."
Unien took Galia's hands and squeezed them reassuringly. "Forgive me Galia. I have been too buried in my work to think of much else. I ride to Mithlond, I have been offered a position of much importance there. Visit, won't you? Perhaps you could presume upon Miss Trista's ample hospitality upon your journey, you could do with a rest. But first this..." She handed her an envelope.
Galia tore it open and quickly read. She sighed. "It seems we must both away. Validriel needs me to scout for her and I already fear that I shall miss her party's departure from Minas Tirith." She embraced Unien and they both pondered their friendship, and the tasks that would part them, in silence for a moment.
Unien kissed Galia on the forehead and drew back. "Visit as soon as you may. And see to it that Sereg doesn't get too above himself in my absence." She smiled.
Galia chuckled. "You can rely on that."
misterroboto2
09-09-2006, 15:31
A letter is sent to every Tirin Kormi members:
My Dear Comrades,
A foul event happened yesterday that could have dire consequences for our kin. We have lost a kind soul by the name of Aregath. I would like to summon as many of you as possible to discuss the event and to offer Hir Elrond our services to find the culprit and make sense of this.
May Mandos have pity on our souls,
Sereg-Mirth Almir
//OOC contact me for further time specifications. Sometim in the weekend is what I aim for.
DM_Gwaihir
17-09-2006, 15:16
A Sinda pads softly along the southern shoreline of the gulf of Lhun, the noise of Harlond's docks fading behind her. A watcher might notice her worried glances as if she takes unusual care not to be followed. Coming to a sandy promontry, she pauses to look at the great stones standing in a circle at its end and takes a breath to steady herself before slipping towards them with all the stealth she can muster.
Reaching the circle, she approaches the central stone and runs her fingers across the worn carvings on its western face in a deliberate pattern. A small crack opens in the swirling patterns into which the elf hastily pushes a sealed note before it closes again without trace. Pausing only to gaze out to sea for a moment, she turns and retraces her steps as hurriedly as she may, glancing over her shoulder anxiously from time to time.
Shortly after a mountain hawk is released from the Hall of Cirdan and speeds eastwards like an arrow in flight. Cirdan nods gratefully to the Sinda woman saying simply "Now, we wait." Within days of these events word spreads among the Tirin and their elven associates of a council in the Halls of the Shipwright at a near appointed hour (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=146&day=2006-9-17).
misterroboto2
26-09-2006, 05:28
This letter is delivered to Hir Vinduil, hiril Unien and Hir Noletaro.
Dear mellyn,
I have been informed that a meeting has been held by hir Cirdan at the halls of Shipwright regarding some tasks concerning the reforging of the Sword that cut the Eye. I as unable to attend due to personal complications. I would be very happy to help with the investigation in any way I can if you could tell me what is the best way I can aid our cause.
May the Light of Elbereth shine on your Path,
Sereg Mirth, Guardian of the archives.
// I'll be available tomorrow early afternoon (GMT) as well as late in the evening wednesday (still GMT) :)
Silverleaf
26-09-2006, 08:26
The solemn elf ranger looks at his broken body, wrapped in bandages and the best of healing poultices with sadness and anger. Imladris' Master Healer, Hiril Alasse looks down at him and smiles.
"No running through the woods in this state, young Valen. It'll be a month's rest fir you, if you're lucky."
"Hannon le mellon. Your healing touch is appreciated. I should've known those Tharbad marketers would sell me a faulty grapple...."
// A most of you already know, I will be unable to attend any meetings or events for a month or longer due to a broken arm.
Silverleaf
26-09-2006, 16:27
Bah, ignore my poor spelling please. I'm typing with one hand. :)
Mhyradin
26-09-2006, 18:58
Bah, ignore my poor spelling please. I'm typing with one hand. :)
//I think we could have worked that out, I hope it mends soon.
A letter from Joel Quilby arrives in Rivendell.
Lord Elrond, I beg of you to send aid and provide safe refuge for my humble self. My two close friends, now murdered at the hands of a vicious enemy, and I always saught to foster good relations between Tharbad and your kin, even in the most dire of circumstances. Now, at the time of our need I still await word from you, despite having asked for aid.
Are we to be sacrificed for the stubborn policy of not interfering in the affairs of men? Is this then the way of elves, to ignore the plight of those who risk life for them? I hope not. I hope you will send aid, before the Mayor has opportunity to gloat that all citizens of Tharbad are treated equally by him, even those who speak against his policy. I hope you will send aid before my demise and the mayor speaks of his efforts to keep me safe and a lack of the same on the part of whom we spoke for. I hope you will send aid before my beloved city slips further in to the dark.
OOC All elves can assume that this information has been imparted to them by Lord Elrond and they can use it as they see fit. A council regarding the matter will be held on Monday 6pm UK time, elves may bring anyone to the council they trust.
DM_Melian
19-10-2006, 15:46
OOC: please pardon my confusion with times. Araw, are you talking about GMT or UK time? That is, I need to know many hours I should subtract for EDT. Thanks!
misterroboto2
19-10-2006, 15:51
5. It'S always 5.
UK time, not GMT :)
and mr. roboto, very naughty to use this thread for journal entries, please be using seperate thread in future.
misterroboto2
19-10-2006, 16:39
Ah sorry, I was using it as an original way to brief other members on the recent events in the Kormi (well in Sereg's perspective) and to tell people of a possible TK event. Will do it in a seperate thread in the future, then. Or erm.. let someone with better writing talents *nudges kara* do the writing here ¬_¬.
DM_Gwaihir
20-10-2006, 12:52
Gildor Inglorion has found someone he expects to be helpful in unlocking a gate behind which Mirwen, foster-daughter of Gilgwath, is apparently being held.
Tirin of all ranks have received a message inviting them to gather at the Halls of Cirdan the Shipwright at the appointed time (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=160&day=2006-10-22&c=3)and permitting them to bring any trusted associates that they wish to.
It is hoped that Mirwen's rescue will finally be accomplished with the aid of Gildor's unknown acquaintance.
Any queries are directed to Wireplay Community Forums (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/member.php?u=60500) and Wireplay Community Forums (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/member.php?u=60261)
Note: This was not a Tirin only event but this thread seems to be the most appropriate for the post.
What follows are the outcomes from the council gathering to discuss the plight of elf friend Joel Quilby.
As prominent elves gathered to discuss the matter of Joel Quilby’s request for aid an unexpected visitor also arrived from the city of Tharbad. One Ashal Waynn, long known in Rivendell, arrived at the behest of Joel Quilby and also in his new capacity as Envoy to Rivendell from the Mayor.
Upon questioning he remained resolute yet polite and cordial as befits his new role. He maintained his position that he was only in Rivendell to inquire on behalf of Joel Quilby as to what the delay was in sending aid and on behalf of the Mayor to find out if aid would indeed be sent. When it was clear that no information was forthcoming from Ahsal, he was requested to wait outside while the council deliberated what course to follow.
After much discussion and council from Anor against involvement in the affairs of men, it was decided that efforts would be made to ensure the safety of Joel Quilby. For not to do so would send the wrong signals to foes, dishearten allies and leave the bitter taste of dishonour in not having aided an outspoken friend of the elves in his time of need. Furthermore, the intent to aid Joel would be no secret as discovery in such a case would do more harm. Also if the intent of aid is in the open it is for the Mayor to outright and openly refuse it and thus diminish the chances of protecting a citizen of the city. So if he does not refuse the aid, we will be seen to be helping an ally, if he does refuse the aid then the burden on him increases to ensure Joels safety and Elven honour is still maintained for having made the offer.
If aid is accepted, the Dunedain Rangers will be approached to lead the operation, to keep elven profile in the city as minimal as possible, thus only one elf will accompany them. The rangers will be contacted as soon as possible so that they can discuss the matter between themselves to decide if they are able to take on this task. Those attending the council were all tasked to agree on the elf who would travel with the rangers.
The method and mode of operation of Nadia Braheeni, as far as is publicly known, was also discussed. During these discussions it also transpired that a barbaric activity known as the gladiatorial arena takes place under the Greyflood Inn and that Nadia seems to use this as a cover of her activities and possible point of contact for accomplices. As detestable as this activity is, an elf has been tasked to attend this barbaric activity regularly to gain insight in to the clientele and perhaps ascertain the true powers behind Tharbad.
Finally, it was requested of Ashal to seek clarification on the status of Galia, for she still does not set foot in the city, thinking that she is still wanted by the authorities, yet her name is not on the publicly available list of wanted individuals.
The following letter arrives from Ashal Waynn, Elite Tharbad City Watchman and envoy to The Valley from Tharbad.
Honourable Lords of Rivendell,
First allow me to thank you for the courtesy shown on my recent visit.
I have now completed inquiries in to the matters raised at the time, please find below my findings or response otherwise.
-Regarding Joel Quilby. On this occasion, his Lordship the Mayor is agreeable to the involvement of Rivendell so long as I am involved and kept appraised of plans.
-Joel Quilby is currently being kept in a safe house in the city (details to come from DM_Araw).
-You inquired about the Arena, this is a legitimate activity and source of revenue to the city as per the laws of the city and no concern of honourable Lords of Rivendell. Although if so wished, elves are welcome to attend.
-Regarding Galia, unfortunately she is still unwelcome in the City. Her actions in snatching the historic elven tome from the city is considered a serious act against the best interests of the city and as such cannot be easily forgotten. If she wants to return to the city she must first return the book, otherwise she will be arrested if spotted in the city. However, as a gesture of good will and demonstration of his Lordship the Mayors compassion we will retract the bounty on her head and not seek her outside city walls. Never let it be said that we made no efforts to improve relations between our two peoples.
- You requested a full description of Nadia Braheeni, please find this below
*full description follows, particular mention of tattooed face, slender physique and black attire*
Mhyradin
25-10-2006, 18:40
Galia handed the letter back to Erestor and scowled. "Liars!" She took a deep breath to calm herself and stared into the fire and imagined the message from the mayor of Tharbad being reduced to ash within it.
"Perhaps." Erestor calmly replied, gently nodding to those in the hall alarmed by Galia's outburst. He sat down beside her and took another look at the letter, watching her out of the corner of his eye to monitor her state of mind.
"Perhaps! You have read my report and know very well that I did not steal the book. Ashal gave it to me while we were still on Himling." Galia stood and paced, clenching her fists in irritation. "And if that fool were a little more decisive then I could have been saved this!"
"And perhaps the mayor felt it prudent to distance himself and Ashal from this matter, Galia. I would remind you that he has made concessions."
Galia calmed a little and sat back down. "That book is ours by rights, you know it and he knows it and even if I still had it I would not return it. Besides which, they are powerless to prevent me from entering Tharbad anyway, just as they were powerless to prevent me from sneaking into the mayors office and finding the truths of this affair. Perhaps we should make known Ashal's history known, just to cause embarrassment to the mayor."
Erestor sighed. "No, as you said, he gave you the book, which already makes him more of an ally than his superior. Also he is known to us, weaknesses and all. I am content with him as envoy for this reason, and so we must not jeopardize his position."
"Even if this means the mayor telling lies about me and using me as some political pawn?" She glared at Erestor, daring him to agree.
Erestor held Galia's Gaze for a while, relaxed and unflinching. "Yes." He said, simply. Then, seeing her face, he added; "You will be around long after the Mayor and Ashal are dust."
// Action required from elves as a result of previous council for THIS (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=165&day=2006-10-30&c=3) event. Read last paragraph of the event details. Thanks.
DM_Melian
25-10-2006, 19:53
To: Master Guardians of the Tirin Kormi
From: Erestor, Counselor of Imladris
Subject: Relations with Tharbad
Please be aware that there may be signs of improvement in our relations with the city of Tharbad. The Mayor has reached out to us in the matter of one Joel Quilby, a known friend of our folk, who is perceived to be in danger of assassination by an outlaw called Nadia Braheeni. This assassin has been responsible for other murders of Tharbad citizens sympathetic with the cause of the Free Peoples.
In response to a letter delivered by one Ashal Waynn, now in the service of the Tharbad Guard, we have offered the services of Rivendell in the matter of Master Quilby; they have been accepted, at least according to a letter from Master Ashal. The letter further states that our engagement in the matter should involve the envoy, who will keep the Mayor informed.
We have decided in council 1) to assist Master Quilby by helping him leave his current residence or leave Tharbad (his choice) and 2) to help seek the assassin and deliver her to justice (either summary on the spot or delayed after trial). Much of our work will be done with and through the Dunedain, if they are agreeable, since many still dislike our kind in the city, and the watchmen are likely to accost them.
A further note: Galia, of our number, is still subject to arrest if caught in the city, though the bounty has been removed from her head outside the city.
Please ensure that your Tirin members (initiates and up) are informed of these matters. They should know that you are all asked to be ready to be called on for the effort to protect Master Quilby and to be on the alert for Nadia Raheemi. She is dangeous to an extreme, so you are advised to track her but not accost her unless accompanied or very, very adept at hand-to-hand battle. Reports can be provided both to the Tharbad authorities and to Master Evrilo at the Magic Shop in Tharbad.
Request is made for someone extremely adept at stealth operations and loyal to Imladris and our the heritage we guard so carefully. Please recruit any of your Tirin group who might meet these specifications and foward the name to me.
DM_Olórin
01-11-2006, 22:22
//OOC: By way of a belated thank you to all those who DMed and played on the rescue of Gilgwath's foster daughter Mirwen from the clutches of the unseelie, here is a snapshot of the Coblynau perpetrators. I realise that all were not Tirin members but the plotlines began with Gilgwaths first contact with Elrond and the interest generated in council thereafter :)
http://www.silverdelve.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/images/unseelie.jpg
News has arrived from the rangers that they have now gathered as much information as possible regarding the activities of Nadia Braheeni. As Strider informed the elves in Rivendell, Nadia has been trying to find help in her final task. To this end it seems she may have succeeded as stocks various items which may prove useful to her cause seem to be running low at some sellers. The number of off duty watch men visiting the Hillmans head has also seen an unusual rise and it is suspected that this is an effort by Nadias accomplices to extract information from them.
A proposed date for the safe extraction of Joel Quilby in light of this information is suggested. Those to be involved in this activity should gather at the ranger camp to receive the latest information before setting off to collect Joel.
OOC: More details HERE (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=166&day=2006-11-5), I will be on this evening should any one need me about, or feel free to PM me.
The letter in front of you seems to have been written carefully, and seems to be written on fine elven parchment. At the top of it is a seal of a long, curved "E". The nature of this seal seems unimportant, and you commence with reading the letter
Lord Elrond,
We have met several times on occasion, though I am but a humble servant of the elves at this time. As I stated earlier, my roots are of Loth Lorien. My Lady Galadriel told me to seek you out, and to offer my services to Rivendell, so as to establish further connections between these two elven provinces.
The true nature of this letter is this, I am slightly inexperienced in combat, but I know my way in the woods, and I am experienced in gathering information and the likes. I am a defender of the peace, and I seek naught but justice to be dealt unto the foes of the common good. My Lord Elrond, I desire to be a full fledged servant of a commission of yours, if such a thing exists. My ears have heard from the winds that there is an order in Rivendell that is comprised of the most elite of elves, whose goal is to further secure the peace existing in Middle Earth. And this is my goal as well; and this is the purpose of this letter.
Please consider me, M'lord, as though I am not very experienced, my arms and my intelligence are given to you, and to the benefit of my elven brethren.
May the blessings of those who have departed to the Grey Havens be with you.
Signed at the bottom is a sprawling "Belduil Naricen," along with a small insignia of the same, strange "E."
DM_Gwaihir
18-11-2006, 12:25
Elrond folds the letter and glances at Erestor.
"..."heard from the winds"...our secrecy is not easily breached...perhaps one of the Tirnidri at Caras Galadhon has told him something of the fellowship...or even the Lady herself, he cites her name...What make you of this greeting?"
Erestor pauses cautiously, as is his way, before responding.
"Hir nin, I have not had word from any of the Guardians of any such revelation being made...yet this address is made with a noble voice although the meaning of this insignia is unknown to me."
Elrond nods slowly, reading the letter again carefully.
"Yes, mysterious...very well, please instruct the Master Guardians to make contact with this Belduil and inform you of their impressions. As he is of the Galadhrim, please send the same message to Validriel, the emmissary of Laurelindórenan. I myself will ask Hiril Galadriel for some report of his character."
Erestor bows his head before turning to his correspondence. "As you wish Hir nin."
Cindi Angelheart
21-12-2006, 07:43
Dearest Hir Erestor,
Now that the matter with our atani friend from Tharbad, the honorable envoy Ashal has been resolved I find I am now free to to focus on my duties to the Tirin Kormi.
At present I have two tasks for which I am responsible, the continued questioning of those that call Imladris home or are positioned to threaten the House of Elrond , and the coming meeting in Mithlond. On both matters I have requests that I believe will make my duties easier and more efficient.
On the first matter, I feel waiting for random meetings with those that should be questioned to be both inefficient and much prolonged. I think that this matter could be far more quickly resolved if a general meeting were held where Sereg, Validriel and myself could do a complete questioning of those that may pose a danger. This would free our time to pursue other concerns of the Tirin Kormi as well as lending more weight to our contibution to the conference in Mithlond.
The second matter is regarding one of our kin that very much wishes to serve our cause. Ama' lian, a woman that now calls Imladris her home is anxious to contibute to her new haven. She is by all accounts a skilled warrior with a troubled past, seeking to find her place in our world. I would like to take her to Mithlond to help me, I find her clever and insightful and wish to encourage her desire to help our beloved Imladris. At the risk of sounding arrogant, I think she would also benifit from my influence, she is distraught at the loss of her friend Glorfindel and needs to be with steady focused people. I see a potentially valuable member of Tirin Kormi here when she works through her troubles, which I think I may be able to help with. I would therefore ask for permission to bring her with me. I understand that I am but a minor part of the Tirin Kormi, and that recruitment is not my concern, but this woman has touched my heart and I feel I must do something to distract her from dispair. As always I will accept your wise council and judgement on these matters and await your reply.
Your loyal servant
Marlynna
Mhyradin
21-12-2006, 12:05
I hope you will forgive Hir Erestor for forwarding your message to me, he was aware that it concerned a situation that I was keeping my eye on.
Sereg, Galia and I have shared your veiws concerning Ama'lian for some time Marlynna. However, it was felt that her problems with her memory may constitute a risk to our security and I was recuctant to welcome her to the fold for this reason. She recently visited me on an errand and I took the opportunity to speak at length of her troubles. I was successful in divining much of what plagues her thought and although the process was difficult for both of us I am now satisfied that her mind is her own and that it has much to offer us. Rest assured, you are both now welcome here. I thank you for your caring and attention in this matter, it is all now well in hand.
I await Valadriel's response to your other points with interest and you can be confident of my full support. My thoughts often wander to Imladris so do keep me appraised of any developments. Vinduil and I continue to apply ourselvs to the points raised in our recent meeting.
Unien. Mistress of Elostirion.
DM_Gwaihir
03-01-2007, 16:28
A copy of the following note is delivered by songbirds to all those carrying a Tirin broach
There is a mounting urgency to resolve the plight of Ashal, the emmissary of Tharbad, currently convalescing at the guest house of Imladris.
This unfortunate is suffering from the attentions of a malign spirit. Discretion forbids providing further details in writing but suffice it to say that it is in the interests of both Imladris and Ashal himself that this matter be dealt with in all haste.
A solution may have been found and my master asks that all who can, attend the council glade to form and act on a plan to implement it. The council will begin with the setting of Arien on the fortieth day of Rhîw. (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=172&day=2007-1-3)
Honour and vigilance,
Erestor
DM_Yavanna
03-01-2007, 17:48
Alasse receives the note and reads it carefully, dispmissing the bird with her thanks. Already thoroughly familiar with Ashal's plight, she ensures that she will be able to attend the meeting, to speak not only as an officer of the Tirnidri, but also as a senior healer of Imladris.
DM_Yavanna
16-02-2007, 16:14
To Hir Elrond
Copy to Hir Erestor
From Alasse
Topic Summary of our oral report to Hir Elrond, after meeting with Curunir in Orthanc:
Participants: Sereg-Mirth, Marlynna, Alasse, Hirilorn, Elenuial, and the adan Lance
In travel to Isengard, we encountered a few scattered attacks from uruks and a troll. The return trip was uneventful.
The White Wizard was irritable at being interrupted from his studies and short-tempered. Nevertheless, he received us and took the time to discuss the matters that we brought up. He has set several tasks to gather more iinformation so he can assist further.
1. The plans: There are some ingredients and more of the plans needed (they are incomplete) before it can be pursued further. Most of the ingredients are common, but two are not. Elbereth's Tears is a mineral that must be found in a very high place--the top of Durin's Stairs comes to mind; the other is a branch of a tree of Yavanna, about which we could begin by inquiring of he Lady of the Golden Wood. With your permission, we may mount an expedition to seek those.
2. The artifact that Lance found: the Wizard was able to give almost no further information. He has suggested that more information be sought in Umbar, since that is more likely to give information about its provenance. He did not seem to take a great deal of interest in it, unlike the plans and the shards of the sword. When it was mentioned that elves would be unwelcome there, he said he assumed that you, Hir amin, have agents there. This matter is at something of a standstill, pending further discussion. We do know that the key is related to something fell.
3. The shards: After some discussion of the metal from which the sword was made, Curunir said that he could not provide further information without seeing the shards. His eagerness was, at least in my opinion, rather unseemly. I strongly recommend that, as you have already decreed, the shards remain in the Valley, in safekeeping. It would be better to invite Master Gilgwath to consult with us on the matter.
As mentioned, Curunir was irritable and short-tempered, often abandoning the Voice for which he is known. Nevertheless, at least two remain under the sway of the Voice (and idealization): Sereg-Mirth and Hirilorn. Marlynna was the target of a rather savage verbal attack when she said something that Curunir found patronizing, and Elenuial remains suspicious. Lance did not find the encounter comfortable, though he seemed less bothered than Elenuial and Marlynna. I agree with Elenuial that something in Orthanc does not smell quite right. Our reception was far from welcoming; given the long cooperation between the Quendi and the Istari, it seems very strange that we were treated as nuisances at best, even by the staff of the tower.
I recommend that we proceed with the search for components and see what Sereg's plans may result in, but do so cautiously. Lance's artifact is in safekeeping in the vault now, and as far as I am concerned, it can stay there indefinitely--I see no value in raising yet another foe. Finally, I am in full agreement with you about the shards and the need for them to remain here until reforged.
As for the White Wizard, there has been a definite change in him. Although Sereg-Mirth continues to idealize him--and who knows, perhaps he is correct--an age-long life of enemies and betrayals of our folk lead me to suggest more caution in our dealings with him than in the past. He seems clearly to be involved in largish-scale activities that he wishes to keep secret; messengers came and went, and there was indeed not only a symbolic smell, but a rather rank physical one in the vicinity of the tower.
Most respectfully,
Alasse, Second Healer
Mhyradin
21-02-2007, 14:31
(To be circulated among full Tirin members and above)
I have spoken to Elenuial and explained to her what we need her to do and have equipped her as well as I can for this task. In doing so however she related to me a troubling tale. It seems that she went to the deeps of Moria with Lance and a sorceress who calls herself Anna, they were told that she was seeking steel but they continued down beyond the iron seams and met such foes that left them afeared that they would never see the surface again without without the considerable powers of this mysteriouse woman.
While in the deeps some spell or device rendered them unconscious and Elenuial awoke with the scent of this woman upon her. She fears that she was searched and that her Broach was found. Of course one hundered of our Broaches could be found and little could be concluded, for it is a mere token with a small enchantment woven into it. What is worrying is that someone is searching elves for some purpose that is yet unclear.
Elenuial and Lance were clearly foolish for allowing themselvs to be dragged into this expedition but I would say in their defence that it seems their own good natures were abused by this woman. Elenuial has expressed her deepest regret at this incident and is keen to make amends in whatever way she can in her service to us. It was speculated that this woman may be the source of the key that Lance brought to Imladris, if this is the case then we already know much of what we wished Elenuial to find out.
Galia put quill to paper again and read back what she had written so far. She pushed her hand through her hair and sighed deeply. She muttered to herself. "Don't know, don't know, don't know." And bit her lip in frustration. She continued
It may be wise to reconvene and discuss things in light of what I have learned. Either way I feel it would be wise for the key to be removed from Imladris, whether by our current plan or by any other.
Galia.
Cindi Angelheart
21-02-2007, 14:57
My Dearest Hir Elrond,
Though you will know many of these details in full by now it is my duty to give you a formal report on the tragedy that struck all the hearts of our Valley. Our dear friend, the Marksman ,Tanuvian (poetic licence) was murdered in cold blood while guarding our south gate, at the hands of some Atani women dressed in black. As fate would have it I was present when the terrible event occured. I took our friend Lance with me to investigate the scene of the crime. We quickly learned of the terrible event that had occured and began a quick chase on foot in hopes of catching the fiends behind this. Our chase led us in a large circle to Bree, then Tharbad where we finally lost the trail in the smaller dock area just west of Tharbad. It was with a heavy heart that Lance and I returned to the Valley, unable to provide any useful answers. It is by a twist of fate that we have had something of a breakthrough. While visiting LothLorien word reached me that our kin in Mirkwood were being terrorized by a lone assailant, a woman clad in black. I found the woman while still in battle with a camp to the far west, she claimed she was unjustly attacked by our people and refused to enter my custody, I do not mind telling you Hir that in this instance I did not mind uses force. After defeating the woman in a brief battle I saw that she shared much in common with the description of the killers I had just days earlier been chasing, I therefore took it apon myself to bring her to the Valley that she may be questioned under your supervision. I believe it has now become clear that this woman is clarly insane and a weapon of our enemy, there is little doubt based on Lance's insight that she was involved in dear Tanuvian's death, perhaps with this woman " Krystell". I can only hope she will stop her foolish denials and provide us with some useful information. Who is this woman ? What does this tatoo mean ? Why has she so many items of strong enchantment ? I can only conclude she is an operative of our unknown enemy, and I am hopeful she will provide us with answers to our many unanswered questions. I have instructed the guards to be very careful with this one, and have placed double guard at her door in the Guesthouse, additional guards have been placed near or around the Guesthouse in a visible show of strength, many more watch unseen. I myself will not rest while this woman is in the Valley and will be close to her at all times. I hope I have performed my duties to your satisfaction Hir and anxiously await the news we may learn from this fiend. Lance will begin to follow the trail after the fact , examining the scene in Mirkwood, and using his Dunedain contacts near Bree , in hopes of gathering more knowledge of thier actions while in that region. I would like to commend Lance's skill and friendship in all of this, he is most skilled in these matters, rivalling one of our own more skilled trackers, and has once again shown us that he is a loyal ally to Imladris.
Your Loyal Servant
Marlynna
DM_Yavanna
21-02-2007, 16:37
A note to the Tirin Masters, to be circulated among full Tirin
Copy to Erestor and Glorfindel
Much has happened in a short time: we now are pretty sure who murdered our Tanuvian, and we have her in custody. (Marlynna's report is appended.) Hiril Validriel, Marlynna, and I began interrogation of her last night, with the result that we are fairly sure that she is the culprit. Master Lance was present to identify her feet as matching the tracks left by the killer.
She is mad, apparently damaged from childhood if not before, but that makes her hardly less dangerous. Marlynna has ensured maximum security and vigilance in and around the guesthouse; I have warded the door to the room in which she is currently detained. We do not yet know her name; for now we are using the name Caulwen (afflicted one) so that we have something to call her. She is in the healers' section of the guesthouse, which makes it convenient for Ithilnen and her mind-healers to see what can be done for her--with alert and agile guards present of course. Make no mistake, she is very dangerous, even more so because she is unpredictable.
It remains to be seen whose tool she is--for one so deranged is unlikely to be acting independently. We suspect that her companion at the time of the murder was one Krystell, an outspoken enemy of our kind, according to Master Lance. Krystell has been seen much in the company of Anna the smith, who turns out to be Master Lance's 'friend.' This was revealed in a conversation I had with him and Dianiel of our Vale; he reluctantly (but rightly in my opinion) told us who she was, and mentioned that she was both a skilled smith and familiar with the arcane. (See also Galia's report on the events in Moria, which makes it clear that this Anna is no friend to us, and probably not to Master Lance, either.)
One of the matters that prompted Master Lance's request to see me was his breach of his promise to mention the artifact to none. He told Dianiel--with whom he is infatuated--about it, and confessed to me. He decided that, under the circumstances, it would be right to share the information about his friend with me, solving the dilemma of his promise to Anna by deciding that his loyalty to us is the higher of the two. The more I see of this situation, the more I think Dianiel's time in Lothlorien will be of benefit to all concerned, including the Tirnidri, though perhaps not so beneficial to the elven princes of the Wood on whom she is now said to be setting her sights.
I have asked Validriel to keep a close eye on Dianiel, in view of her apparent naivete and impulsivity; she seemed not to want Master Lance to tell me about Anna, and she put pressure on him to take a short-term view of his promise rather than the long-term one on which he decided. Validriel will also ensure that the Lord and Lady of the Wood are informed about current events--including Dianiel's role, and I have dispatched messages to Cirdan and Thranduil. Validriel and Dianiel are scheduled to depart a week from now.
Given the large amount of information that has come in recently relevant to the artifact that Master Lance brought to the Valley, I recommend that we re-examine our options. We now know who gave it to him and that her intentions were not benign. If Master Lance is being used as a pawn, we must also ensure his safety outside the Valley to the best of our ability.
With that in mind, I would like to call council--the lords, the Tirin Masters, and such full Tirin as may be in Imladris at the time. I shall announce a time.
Elrond Peredhel
ooc: will seek a time this weekend to work out next steps and perhaps start them.
Validriel
22-02-2007, 01:22
Hiril Galadriel, most-sublime:
I lament that grievous events have prevented my personal delivery of this report, arising from complications to which I refer much further below.
At your request, I surveyed for activity in the upper Undeeps and, while no merchant activity was there engaged during my visit, I did notice where certain barges may well have recently docked at the shallows' edge, confirming those various reports that you'd received. No clues remained as to the type of cargo being there conveyed--I will return when the opportunity next presents itself to further that investigation.
With great delight and enthusiasm the elf-maid Dianiel has accepted your invitation to take an extended residence in Caras Galadhon, improving her artistic skills as the traditions of the Galadhrim might afford. By great coincidence, this same sabbatical affords her time to carefully consider a rather controversial betrothal, the details of which I will spare you. Leave it to say that the matter has stirred some concern among those family and friends who care for her future, and the invitation you sought to extend to her seems to have calmed some of that anxiety--hoping that greater wisdom will reveal itself with the passage of her time among the telain. Though an extraordinary beauty, true to her reputation, Dianiel does not seem to be given to prudent judgment or length of foresight--and Hir Elrond has asked that I extend a watchful eye upon her, and urges the host at Lothlorien to do the same, that her simple nature not become a complication to her own safety or the progress being made in yet another investigation started in the Greenwoods, but now centred at Imladris.
In this last matter, it seems that one touched by darkness has been implicated in three dire incidents: the deaths of many of Thranduil's watch, of an even more depraved assassination of one of Elrond's own rangers not far from the Valley, and of conspiring to undermine the safety of Imladris through the delivery of a magical key of sorts, by means of an innocent--by strange happenstance, him to whom Dianiel is engaged to eventually wed. This suspect was only recently captured and brought to Imladris for detention. I accompany Hir Elrond and others in the interrogation of this suspect even now, hopeful that the blackness that tarnishes her heart might be purified, and perhaps revealing the mastermind behind this wicked plot. If all goes well, much will be learnt over the course of the next few days, so that Dianiel and I might make our way without concern to the Goldenwood in a week's time. Following her introduction to the Court, I hope to return to those other needs so imminent: that unusual traffic where the Anduin meets the Limlight, and finalising that accord betwixt Thranduil's commanders and the Men of the Lake, which will firm the defenses of the northern tier.
I pray that the light of Alcarinque continues to bless these works in the furtherance of your interests,
Validriel,
Elentarindur and Envoy
DM_Yavanna
22-02-2007, 13:10
Journal entry by Elrond Peredhel
A swift strike by Elenuial, Galathalion, and one Kix has brought us Krystell, the companion of the murderer. Intense interrogation of this saucy and slippery young Umbarian has provided us confirmation of much we had been learning: the identity of the murderer, the sequence of events, and the involvement of this Anna in less than savory activities. The killer is called Moia, and Krystelll describes her as one with a 'habit of killing.' The act appears to have been on of impulse, not plan. By her own account, Krystell had no intention of doing violence to any of our kin, though she is resentful of us for what appears to her arrogant treatment of her. She is obsessed with the idea that she is considered less because her skin is a darker color than that of most in these northern limes. This is only part of a twisted world-view that could lead her to become a formidable enemy.
We will ultimately release her with the gold she was promised, though I fear we have not increased her love of us and have given her information that will do us no good when passed to Illyana (Anna). Some unnecessarily rough treatment on the joiuney here, a stern (but not unkind) interrogation led by Marlynna, and her very detention--though under conditions of comfort--have not improved her view of us. Nonetheless, in justice we cannot harm her.
Marlynna has made further investigations, and the results combine with what we have learned Krystell and others. It is now clear that the killer is Moia, the artifact is sent to us by one of fell intent, and there may be some kind of growing network in Tharbad under Illyana's control.
*Elrond pauses, his head in his hands as he ponders.*
What shall we do about Moia? She is deranged and not in full control of herself. Full of hate and darkness, she constitutes a grave danger to our folk and to innocent atani, and yet there is the urge to see if she can be salvaged. A child of Eru, no matter how short-lived, is not to be cast aside lightly like a broken toy. This dilemma taxes my wisdom, such as it is...I shall bring it up in council to see what others think.
DM_Yavanna
23-02-2007, 13:40
Hir nin
I fear you will be as disappointed as I am with the results of my visit to young Krystell. When I went to see her, she was covered with bruises and cuts, and the room was a shambles. I am quite sure that the wounds were self-inflicted; she spoke of 'elven gods' sent to punish her. They consisted of voices in her head. She greeted me in deep fear, and it took much patience and persistence to get her to come near me and out of the corner of the room. It took even more to get her to let me treat her injuries, though I was finally able to do at least that.
Krystell is deeply paranoid, much of the paranoia focused on the Quendi, whom she perceives to be demonic--ironically, much the same as our view of the Dark One and his servant Thavron. In fact, based on a later comment, I suspect she is a Melkorite, or perhaps a worshipper of the corrupted Maia of Aule. Such paranoia, if treatable at all, would take much time, time we did not have, as she was obsessed with her detention and her view that she had been betrayed.
After earning a small amount of trust, I invited her to come outside to enjoy the fine evening which she accepted after some fearfulness. As it turned out, she expected to find dungeons and devils and a scene worthy of Angband the cursed. She was surprised to see the reality, and I assured her that this is how we live, in harmony with the natural world. We spent a while longer talking--Marlynna, Lance, and Validriel were present as I had told Krystell they would be. (Marlynna accompanied me to Krystell's room but remained silent as I had requested of her.)
Krystell turned out to be dug in about her view of the broken agreement, and Marlynna seemed almost equally so. Krystell flatly refused to speak of where and what she had stolen from the Shire, and since we already knew, I decided that there was no reason other than 'winning' to persist with the question.
In the end, I thought it best to cut our losses with her, since she had nothing more to tell us that we did not already know and I wanted her to leave with the memory of some kindness that might pop up later on amid the hate and fear. I arranged for her to be sent off with some miruvor and finer waybread (not lembas, as that is too rare), both of which will help restore the health she has willfully damaged with a refusal to eat or sleep. She was told she could leave at dawn and given the choice of returning to her room or resting under the stars. She chose the latter.
At daybreak, Marlynna escorted her to the Fords and returned to say she had headed west. She will be kept under watch by our folk and by the Dunedain. Sadly, I believe we have released an enemy, but I saw no real alternative. Attempting to heal her against her will was all but hopeless, inasmuch as it would have required an extended stay in Imladris, which in turn would have confirmed some of her paranoid views of us. A spiritual purging of the sort that Validriel can offer would also have done no good, as the young woman is not possessed, just twisted in mind.
Disappointedly,
Alasse, Second Healer
Cindi Angelheart
23-02-2007, 14:52
My Dearest Hir Elrond,
It is with mixed feeling I must inform you that the young Adan prisoner known as Krystell has left the Valley and our custody. Though it go's against my intincts to allow an obvious enemy of our people to walk away freely I believe it is the only course in which we can aquire more information from her, through following and observing her actions. Apon reflection she provided us into much insight about this new enemy, the woman Illyanna, but I see that much is still shrouded in darkness and I am at a loss to see what type if any action can be taken against this woman. What have we learned ? That Illyanna is a sorceress of some power and skilled in Lore and weapon making. She employs and associates with weak willed unstable women that kill for pleasure and hold emnity for Elfkind in thier hearts. That she has had Krystell act in Bree against rogues and in the Shire in an as yet unknown capacity. We see that she is likely from Umbar and willing to go to great lengths to conceal her true nature, building a web of intrigue and manipulation.
The trouble Hir is that this leaves us with yet more questions and very little true understanding of what this womens real intentions are. It is clear now that the murder was probably an unplanned random act of violence and we cannot lay blame for this on Illyanna. We know that she sent Lance to us with this object with the stated intentions of learning its nature, though I am begining to suspect this may have been a diversion, to keep Lance from Tharbad and learning her true activities. We know that she had Kix perform some act for her and then tampered with her mind, something we may yet be able to restore and learn from. After this we know little else except she is a sinister person that has yet to do something on which we can act, I recommend observation to learn more, and have suggested that Lance avoid her and Tharbad for the present time. We could attempt to confront her but I doubt little constructive results will come from it and must now look to the resource that we do have at hand, the woman Moia and Krystell's trail in the Shire for the documents she aquired from the " high stone building ". The girl apon release immediatly headed west and I have little doubt she will lead us to Tharbad and her patron, I shall leave my thoughts on a course of action until our council has gathered. I am hopeful that Moia will provide us with more answers but she is damaged beyond the point where any interogation tactics would produce fruit. If she is to be of use to us it will only be after treatment from our dear friends Validriel and Alasse. My role in this will now be limited to seeing that the Valley is safe from her, and that she cannot escape or harm anyone, including herself. I am anxious to hear your insights on the matter Hir and hope I have performed my duties to your satisfaction.
Your servant
Marlynna maethor Imladris
DM_Yavanna
26-02-2007, 18:51
Hir nin
I have time only for a brief note to update you on Moia. I paid her an extended visit last night, during which I learned much more about her state of mind--she has had a terrible past, one that would leave anyone badly damaged. Hiril Validriel joined me part-way through, and she is of the belief that there is possession; I am not yet convinced and would like more time to learn both about and from our sad 'guest.' When I have had a chance to talk further with her, I will provide a fuller report.
For now, in haste...
Alasse, Second Healer of Imladris
DM_Yavanna
02-03-2007, 15:40
From Eladwen, courier of Imladris, to her superiors:
By now you are no doubt aware of my recent abduction and ultimate safe return to our home; here are some of the details I relayed to Hir Elrond and Hir Glorfindel shortly after my arrival.
I was returning from Mithlond on a routine mission, during which I had helped escort a small group of our kin to the Havens. As usual, I was alone and traveling just off the road, keeping inconspicuous and silent. The group must have been lying in ambush, for suddenly I was surrounded, and a huge orc--about whom more later--seized me before I could put up the fight I had intended. I saw that it might be possible to slay some of the assailants, but not all, given the orc's strength, so I decided to give up overt resistance and see how much I could learn, in the hope of a later escape. Perhaps this is among the most worrisome features of the event: they seemed to be aware enough of our routes to be able to set an ambush for me.
I asked them what they wanted, and one of them...a woman with light-colored hair...said that they wanted me to come with them. I asked for what purpose, and she said, 'You will see.' At that point, I prepared my mind to meet Lord Namo at the Halls of Mandos and vowed to say nothing other than what they could tell for themselves. We rode in silence to the vicinity of Tharbad, at which point they blindfolded me and led me to a cave not far away from that point. There they tethered me to a wall but left my limbs free and provided some coarse food, a pitcher of water, and a chamberpot. There was almost no light--but enough for me to see far better than the Second-born would.
The huge orc, whom I heard them call 'Horse' (perhaps because of his size?), was the one who brought me food and water and tended the chamberpot. He is one to watch, my lords, for he is not only unusually large and strong, he is also far brighter than the normal run of orc. He appears to enjoy an unusual status among those who captured me; at least once he was addressed as 'First Orc,' an apparent reference to a rank among them. He had top-quality gear and an air of confidence that few orcs would have among humans or with one of the Quendi, even a captive one. I found him also--perhaps because of his better mental faculties--less mindlessly brutal than the normal run of orcs.
I came in for some minor bullying by 'Horse,' but it led to a bit of conversation, in which I learned more of him than he knows. By judiciously flattering and taunting him in return, I learned of his status among the 'bosses' and of some kind of connection with Umbar. I did not want to take these efforts too far for fear of his realizing how much I was learning, but they proved both useful and diverting in an otherwise largely tedious detention.
There were a few attempts to get information from me about Imladris and our plans. Most were crude--those by the men who had accompanied the light-haired woman. However, she herself was more subtle in her inquiries. Fortunately I had a pretty good idea of the kinds of thing she wanted to know, and so I was able to make good use of ignorance (both real and feigned) to evade most of them. Sometimes it is useful to be of relatively low rank and thus have little to tell. To those things that I would be expected to know, such as how to enter Imladris, I gave misleading answers--enough truth to conform to what they doubtless already knew, but enough untruth or vagueness to make it all but useless.
There were threats of physical coercion, but none were carried out. I maintained a pleasant and (apparently) cooperative demeanor throughout, believing that politeness to hide resistance is better than unnecessarily provocative rudeness. On a few occasions, I had to say directly that I was forbidden to share some information, but once again, no serious attempts were made to extract it. The reason for their restraint is now clear--the information they could gain was only a side benefit to their possession of a hostage.
Although I could not move freely, those set to guard me were unaware of just how keen our senses are. They talked in low tones at a distance that would be far out of earshot for one of the Hildor, but I picked up much of what they said. While they were not in the full confidence of their employers, I learned further of some connection with Umbar. There was one who made frequent references to the foul one in the Void as if he were a deity and, I believe, to a high priestess of a Melkorite cult. None mentioned her name, but she appears to have some connection with those who abducted me. The light-haired woman who accompanied the group was only referred to as 'the Smith.'
Days passed this way, and ultimately the orc Horse came and removed the chain from the wall of the cave. I was told to make ready to ride--such few preparatons as were possible--and was then bound and lifted onto a mount and secured there. Again blindfolded, I listened and smelled for signs of our passage--we skirted Tharbad and stopped not far from the South Gate. There I was removed from the horse, my legs bound, and left by a campfire while my 'escort' waited.
You have had the story from Marlynna, Lance, and the mage sent to effect the exchange. Let me simply add that Horse showed signs of great pleasure at receiving Moia; apparently they are more than somewhat acquainted. Moia appears to enjoy considerable status among those who ambushed and held me.
The exchange went without incident, as did the return trip to the Vale. We were not followed, though I did note that at least one of our trackers was present and did not return with us. The Aftercomer Lance also did not return with us, but remained to attempt to track the other group, returning later to give his report of following but losing them not west of Tharbad.
I recognize that there was a great price to my rescue, primarily in the loss of information and vengeance, and I would have understood--had I known--if you had decided to refuse the exchange. Nevertheless, I am grateful that even such an ordinary Quende as I was valued enough for you to pay the price to bring me home. I hope that you were able to learn something of this Moia while you had her.
Gratefully,
Eladwen, Courier of Imladris
DM_Yavanna
03-03-2007, 00:30
A small scrap of parchment received in Imladris, borne by a falcon:
Hir Elrond and my other kin: I send this swift messenger to tell you to expect one Muti-Sar-Muti-Muti, a Druadan from Druadain Forest bearing a letter from Mithrandir himself, and Mistress Kix, the ranger involved with capturing Krystell. The latter has a dire tale to tell, one of mind-breaking duress. Please set watchers to intercept tham and welcome them cordially; I believe both have much to offer us.
Gildor Inglorion
The following letter is written in runes which only the most trusted of Gandalf’s friends would understand. If anyone else is reading this then they only understand it because they read a translation provided to them through Lord Elrond.
Lord Elrond
Before you stands Muti-siar-Muti Muti. An inhabitant of the Druadan Forest of the race of the Edain, and specifically of those named DruEdain by your kin.
Muti comes to you after much pressing and cajoling of his Chief from me, for consideration of aid from you. They are a dwindling folk, in servitude to all that which Araw and Yavanna hold dear, not dissimilar in this respect to the ways of your own people; although there efforts are of a much humbler nature.
The Druadan are pressed by orcs, yet they hunt them with vengeful wrath and so keep them from spreading and menacing others. Still, the Druadan find themselves hunted by those who benefit most from their triumphs against the orcs. I speak of the Horse Lords, who have taken to calling them Pukel-Men, Goblin-Men in the common talk. Some even consider them so lowly that they hunt them down as if they were orcs indeed.
What do I ask of you in this? you wonder no doubt! I request no direct intervention but ask that you and your councils, in their wisdom, keep these folk in their minds and watch over them from a distance. And should the possibility arise, ask your kin to speak well of them in the company of the Horse Lords so that they may hunt them no more. They are enemies of our enemies and protectors in their own way of what is held dear to us. They have unique gifts and I have no doubt that they have yet to sing their most important part in the grandeur of creation, be it small or large.
Muti himself is a fine warrior and of the more inquiring of his people. Still, he comes reluctantly away from his lands and then only with the knowledge that he goes to seek the Lord of the Noble Wise Ones; as his folk refer to the elves. He comes as an example of but an average warrior amongst his kind and to offer his skills to the service of the elves; so that they may know better of the Druedain. To this end I also ask that his skills be made use of should the need arise, and he be allowed to live in and off the wild lands of the foot hills. Few will notice his presence there for his folk are not easily seen unless they wish it, and you will have one outside your immediate borders who will tolerate the sight of no orc while even caring for the Olvar and Kelvar.
OOC With thanks to all players and DMs who have helped advance the story thus far *bows*.
OOC: So annoying!!!! please read Druedain in instances where Muti or his people are referred to as Druadan.
Nolëtáro
15-03-2007, 08:36
*a letter is delivered to Hír Elrond's High Councillor, Erestor, by one of the guardsmen of the Valley of Imladris. Little inspection is needed to discern the origins of the letter; a folded parchment of exquisite beauty it is, sealed with blue wax depicting the crest of the House of Gil-galad, and with the crest of the Havens on the front. The very language used in the letter is an ancient form of Quenya, written with flawless skill, not a single drop of wasted ink marring the paper. Below the seal, is written L-R-ND in silver ink, most clearly the person to whom this letter should be carried to.*
Inside the circles of the world, the flow of the Outer Seas, beneath the light of the fruits of the Trees and the ever watchful eyes of Eru, I greet you, Elrond Eärendillion.
Two Ages have passed ever since our last meeting. The Fall of the North brought an end to the First, and then, I departed; The Fall of the South brought an end to the Second; The Rise of the East shall bring the Third to an end, if action is not taken.
I digress, however, for those matters should be discussed another time. We have met scarce months of the Atani ago, yes, yet as I write this letter, I shed the tears I should have shed an Age of the Sun ago, when our Lord fell to the hand of Sauron, and I was far to the East, seeking our lost place of birth. I aear canad bar nín... the sea calls me home... and it brought me back to the West of Endor... yet I feel I have a task to complete in this Middle-earth before I return to my home, which I long for above all else.
I have offered to you my advice on a number of things concerning the affairs of our kin. I have been as dormant as one of the Onodrim who wane from the world, like us... I have been too disconnected from my own people. Alatariel, I have spoken with, and this advice she gave me; That I should come to you, and learn more of our kin in this Age, while awakening my insight, blinded from two ages of travel.
Thus, I pledge my service to you, son of Eärendil. I have grown tired from the seats of power. All I seek is some peace and inner light amidst this raging chaos, a chaos provoked by the seduction of Celebrimbor. Seducted towards what, I know not. I fear I shall know soon enough.
May Manwë keep you under the One, and send fair wind to your sails, and may all the Valar watch over us all,
Nolëtáro Meneldil Khelekirion
*written below are three other distinctive waves of tengwar, written numen-lambe-tinco-ore, N-L-T-R*
DM_Yavanna
25-03-2007, 05:35
Unien and Vinduil, my friends and colleagues,
I write to let you know that Validriel and I have brought a new member into the Tirin Kormi fold. It is none other than that Noletaro to whom Unien showed the Palantir of Elostirion. After a rigorous interview and discussion, Validriel and I, with the acquiescence of Hirilorn who was also present, presented Noletaro with a Tirin brooch. He has sworn to guard our secrecy and to serve as requested, whether by a lord of one of our domains or by one of those senior to him in the Tirnidri.
Noletaro has expressed an interest in settling near the sea, in your domain, so it is likely that in due course he will join your chapter. For now, however, he wishes to rest from his travels and labors here in Imladris, so he will be attached to our chapter until he chooses to depart the Vale. He is aware that you two are his contacts for the Tirin in Mithlond and that Sereg-Mirth and I take that role for Imladris. Validriel and Hirilorn are also available to assist him if needed.
I trust all is well in your maritime home? Things have been fairly quiet here since the recent uproar initiated by the wanton killing of one of our rangers. We are diverted by the arrival of a Drug at the behest of Mithrandir--it has been fascinating to have him with us, and both Sereg and I look forward to learning of the ways of his people from him.
May the stars shine on your paths...
Alasse
Second Healer of Imladris
Mhyradin
25-03-2007, 17:26
Hiril Alasse.
It greatly heartens me that my discussion with Valadriel has lead to this and that she sought you wisdom in this matter. Noletaro took great interest in the library here when he visited, so I will look forward to seeing more of him now that he has joined the fold and so may come and go as he wishes.
I was aware of the risk of showing Noletaro the palantir, on many levels, but felt is was worth it. The sea calls this soul, but now he has purpose here which may, by some measure, temper that longing. He knows that with diligence and concentration all that he misses will be revealed to him. What better incentive is there to help one persue the subjects that the Tirin Kormi hold dear? I advise you to keep him occupied though, for he seems to ponder subjects it may be unwise for us to reveal the secrets of to one uninitiated.
May you and all around you be well.
Unien.
Cindi Angelheart
17-04-2007, 01:07
Hir Erestor
I wish to impart some knowledge of a recent meeting that the court is not caught unaware when a concerned kinsman comes calling. Recently, while in Tharbad, I had the pleasure of meeting a resident of the Valley who's origins lay in Mirkwood, by the name of Haered Ivrem-Ithil. Shortly after our meeting he expressed his concern about the mayors dealings on Himling, a matter that many of our kin are concerned with. He expressed a desire to action to stop this crime to our heritage. Knowing well our policy on such matters I advised him that for an Elf to be seen meddling in Tharbad affairs could have negative repercussions for all of our kind, and relations with Imladris in particular. Not wishing to completely discourage this servant of Manwe I have directed him to the Hall of Fire for council. I know that he may not receive encouragement of actions, but perhaps comfort may be given that will appease him, I advised him this may well be the case. I would leave him then in the able hands of the higher court members to guide, and hope that I have served him well in this council.
Your loyal servant
Marlynna maethor Imladris
Commander of the East Gate
DM_Yavanna
30-04-2007, 14:23
A Message Sent to All Tirin and Brooch-holders, to be shared with Friends of Imladris at your discretion
As most of you know, Muti-Siar-Muti Muti of the Drug far to the South has made his home with us, at the command of the elders of his tribe. We have made him welcome in Imladris, though by preference he dwells in the woods nearby. He has been the source of invaluable information about his people.
Part of his mission to us, however, was to seek aid for his folk, hard-pressed by the Rohirrim and the increasing number of orc-kind in their land. It is that part of his errand that we should respond to now, and to that end, I call a council* to address this issue.
Depending on the results of the council, we are likely to mount an expedition to the Druadan Woods to deliver such aid as we determine most helpful to Muti's people. Our travels may also take us to Edoras for discussions of the Drug with the Rohirrim.
Members of the Tirin Kormi and Brooch-holders, please let friends of the Tirnidri know of this meeting and encourage their pressence. I shall look forward to seeing both new and old faces.
Elrond, Master of Imladris
*Saturday 5 May 2007 at 2 p.m. EDT (19h00 GMT). Meet in Rivendell.
To Unien, Mistress of Elostirion, fond greeting.
As you have no doubt learned from Hir Galdor, our master the Shipwright dispatched me some moons ago on a long voyage to the desert shores of the far south. Given that my absence has been so long and one of the two ships sent on this expedition now sets its prow once more toward the northern lights of the Valacirya, I send this message by the hand of Elenglin, her helmsman with others for Hir Cirdan and also Silidril. Please pass my warmest wishes to all our friends in Lindon and the eastern lands also, should you travel that way, and explain my absence to the extent you see fit.
The purpose of the expedition was to explore this barren coastline and determine if any peoples now dwell here that may, if open alliance with the Free Peoples of the north be too grave a risk, be at least able and willing to give the wretched corsairs of Umbar and Mordor's other southern allies cause not to leave their backs unguarded in their harassment of beleagured Gondor.
This is a harsh land whose stars are strange and the peoples I have spied upon are, at first sight, a reflection of their land. Yet, as you might expect, they are as diverse in their manners and customs as the various races of men to be found in the north. All of them, however, have a code of honour of a kind and I have seen many exhibit great tenderness and consideration towards their fellows. The image of the wild Khandish raider is as unrepresentative of these varied races as that of the Lossoth hunter would be for the different men of Eriador.
The further south I have sailed the freer I find the people from the baleful influence of what they call the Black Land and the corruption of the City of Sails. There are many here whose loyalty is a simple matter of fear and expediency. Sadly I have, as yet, found none with the power and authority to unite the disparate tribes in opposition to their northern masters.
Conversation by sign language and drawings with some fishermen has hinted that even further to the south the desert gives way to a rich land of mighty forests where great cities may be found. Perhaps there I might find a power such as Hir Cirdan hopes for. Yet maybe any power shall in fact be an enemy as yet unknown. With this uncertainty in mind, the company has agreed that Elenglin's ship should return with news of all we have learned and the second shall remain in these waters a short while longer.
I hope this message finds you and all else well. Please visit my dear sister for, knowing her as I do, my decision to remain in the south will earn me a terrible scolding on my return which might be lessened with your wise intervention!
Despite Silidril's inevitable remonstrances, I hope to return to the Havens before very long. Until then, may the Tintale's gifts watch over you,
Vinduil Galdirion, Master of Nimrastirion, aboard the Palrandir
Mhyradin
10-05-2007, 00:06
Unien took a deep breath and concentrated. The mists that hung over the pool before her swirled and parted. Her murmering echoed around the small chamber and she clutched the brooch upon her robe. The water's surface became the surface of the wide sea and there upon it, but a speck, but growing fast was a ship in full sail. The enchantress moved her hand to within a hair's breadth of the pool and the veiw moved to the ship's prow where a proud elf looked out with one hand shading his eyes against the bright sun. Unien took a deep breath, tense with concentration.
"Your message reached me, but it greives me that you now travel without your sister ship to far and dangerouse waters. Silidril shall forgive, for you know that her fussing is simply an expression of love, I shall comfort her as I may and pray with all my love, for I too would have you with us again. May Manwe guide your sails my friend."
Unien slipped and her hand touched the waters and the vision slipped from veiw, lost as it was in gently expanding rings. She sighed, but knew there was little more to say. She needed sleep after such an effort but knew there was one more duty to perform. She returned to the library and carefully folded the letter that was still open on the desk. Pulling her cloak around her she placed it safe in a pocket of her robe and set out, bound for Nimastirion.
DM_Yavanna
10-05-2007, 16:03
To the Tirin Kormi, to be circulated among others including friends of Imladrisl:
Subject: An Expedition to the South
After a meeting to discuss the matter of our Drug (Druadan) guest Muti-siar-muti Muti from the Druadan Forest and the message from Mithrandir that he brought to us, we have decided that there are many questions as yet unanswered about such matters as the degree to which the Rohirrim hunt the Drug and why, and exactly what the Drug need in the way of assistance. We have therefore decided that we will mount an investigatory mission, which will be largely diplomatic in nature for the time being.
With the Drug, we will attempt to establish a trusting relationship that will serve us in the future as we attempt to aid them. We will learn more of their ways and more of how we can assist them without creating dependency on us.
With the Rohirrim, we will look into the kind and degree of harrassment of the Drug. Is it common to all Rohirrim? Is it done intentionally? Is it done because the Rohirrim do not recognize the Drug as sentient beings of the same race as they and as Children of Eru? What will be required to induce the Rohirrim to cease hunting their cousins?
The purpose of the mission is to bring back information for considered discussion among us, but the expedition will be empowered to take such immediate action as they deem necessary to address emergencies.
For now, Sereg-Mirth, Alasse, Marlynna, Hirilorn, Validriel, Unien and Valen will represent our folk. Lance of the Edain and Azaghal of the Khazad have volunteered to participate as well. Others who read this message are welcome to volunteer. Muti will accompany us both to help us with his people and possibly to participate in discussions with the Rohirrim.
Departure will be soon. If you wish to be a member of the mission, please be ready to depart from Imladris within the week (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=182&day=2007-5-12&c=3). Folk of goodwill are welcome to join us.
Elrond Peredhel, Master of Imladris
(http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=182&day=2007-5-12&c=3)
DM_Yavanna
16-05-2007, 02:50
A report from the field
We are now in Edoras, after a long and only somewhat eventful journey south, during which we were attacked by a few creatures of nature, some assassins of the Black Numenorean sort, and some scattered wandering orcs, all easily managed by our party. All are, I am pleased to say, in good health.
At Edoras, we asked Hiril Validriel, who is know there and trusted, to broach the presence of Muti with our party. This she did, disarming Captain Damas' suspicions and fears; in fact, he took it on himself to ensure Muti's safe passage in Edoras, once he realized that the Drug was sentient, and not a quasi-goblin as he had imagined. At the door to Meduseld, he vouched for Muti, and also introducted the party to King Theoden.
King Theoden was surprisingly quick to accept Muti, mostly surprised and most interested to learn that what he thought was only a legend indeed still lived. (He is, of course, a most sophisticated member of his people, having spent much time outside of Rohan.) We discussed the matter of the hunting of the Drug by Rohirrim, and the King is willing to put out a notice to cease such harassment. He did, however, ask us to help him and his folk determine that a distant figure is a Drug and not a goblin or orc. He has left us to ponder this while we spend this night and possibly others as his honored guests.
Once we complete our discussions with the Rohirrim, we will continue on to Muti's land and assess the situation there. I will be sure to keep you informed.
I am heartened by the success of the mission so far!
Alasse
Second Healer of Imladris
http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=184&day=2007-5-19
//Sadron is not in the Tirin but I am hoping it is not wholly inappropriate to post this here. I suspect the information would be communicated to them eventually.
A note from Sadronaraw addressed for the attention of Lord Elrond’s Councillors.
My Lords I must inform you that I have this day, having taken all precaution to ensure the secrecy of the paths to the Valley, brought within its borders one by name of Vesp. Vesp being a human female, distraught of acts committed by her person and now fearful of capture by those she claims forced her in to such actions. Having listened to her converse at length with two whom I suspect to be of the Dunadain, I became convinced that Vesp should be brought to the Valley. I took this decision not lightly and even then insisted that she agree to be put to sleep by ingestion of a draught of sleeping some distance before crossing the Ford of Bruinen. Below I give detailed reasoning for having brought her to the Valley.
From my observation and listening, it would appear that there is a contradictory nature to Vesp resulting from whatever extreme circumstances she has experienced. She exhibited a very strong desire not to inflict pain or suffering, yet there is no doubt in my mind that she has killed or aided in the killing of innocents; she suggests these acts were committed under duress or acts of mercy for those she cared for. Her mental state, as much as one only humbly gifted in the healing arts can deduce, is such that she constantly perceives enemies in the shadows and faces unknown; as a result of which she seems barley able to contain herself from flight or to a lesser degree confrontation. Her contradictory nature was no better demonstrated by her clear mistrust of elves when I first came upon the conversation, an attitude seemingly induced and cultivated by her former masters. Yet she seemed also to seek sanctuary among us from those she had run from.
All of this I watched, listened and experienced, however it was her speaking of languages which eventually resolved me to bring her to The Valley. While I watched and listened, she spoke in Westron, Sindarin, the Black Speech and I am certain in Adunaic also. It was this display and all that it suggests about her past and perhaps origins which eventually decided my mind to bring her to the Valley; not only for healing and nurturing her better qualities which I think are likely her true nature but also for us to learn of those lands under the dominion of darkness and how those of an underlying gentle nature and sympathetic bearing fare there; for surely there must be such even in those lands.
Ever in your service,
Sadronaraw
DM_Yavanna
17-05-2007, 15:01
Sadronaraw
Thank you for your thorough explanation of your reasoning behind bringing Vesp to our Vale. As First Healer Ithilnen is otherwise occupied, I am attending to her--not the first case of mental illness among the Afterborn that I have dealt with, but one I hope will be more amenable to treatment than the two most recent with which I was involved.
We shall house her in the Healers' area, in one of our chambers of restoration; for her own safety as well as that of our folk, she will always be watched when she ventures from that haven, for so I hope she will come to think of it. Such supervision will be inconspicuous but nevertheless omnipresent.
I have discussed the matter with Hir Elrond and his closest advisors, and we shall arrange for him to interview her at an early opportunity. In the meantime, I will begin talking with her; others of good will are also encouraged to do so, in particular to help her reduce her (understandable) fear.
I hope to include you in some of the meetings with her, as she already seems to have some level of trust in you.
Alasse
Second Healer of Imladris
DM__Sauron
27-05-2007, 10:14
The following letter has been delivered to the Hall of Fire by a ranger of the Wood Elves of Mirkwood.
Hir Elrond,
I fear I bring ill tidings with news of recent happenings that may touch our interests in Esgoroth and the Alliance we seek to build there.
Recently, one of our agents was able to make contact with a citizen of Umbar that was open with information about activities in the court there in exchange for gold. Through this person, we learned of Umbars intentions to influence the talks seeking to bind the peoples of the region around Esgoroth. We began to watch the waters near Tharbad for sign of any activity born of that dark city and in time were rewarded for our patience. A small task force had been sent to Esgoroth, by way of Tharbad, to have words with King Brand. Our attempts to delay or capture them were met with strong force, we took many losses. In the end these people, a woman and two men were taken in to King Brands Hall and met with him at length, what was said is still unknown to us and Brand refuses to discuss the meeting.
This spector of other nations poisoning this alliance we wish to build concerns a great many and we must learn more.
Captain Sulrilion
Mirkwood
DM_Yavanna
30-05-2007, 18:56
Hir Elrond and colleagues
I am pleased to report that we have met with all the success we could wish in Edoras. Hiril Validriel provided a bit of introduction of our Drug member to Captain Damas at the gate. He was at first suspicious but generally cooperative, and he was the first of many Rohirrim to be charmed by Muti. He arranged for us to be received by King Theoden, who was surprisingly quick to accept Muti, perhaps because of the sophistication of his upbringing. In any event, after thorough discussion of the reasons for and the ways to deal with harassment of the Drug by the folk of Rohan, we came up with a number of things for both sides to do.
The main thing is that King Theoden will put out a decree that the Drug are not to be hunted, and if the Rohirrim are in hot pursuit of orc-kind that head into the forest, they will stop at the edge of the woods. They can trust that the Drug will make short work of the invaders. On the Drug side, they will be asked to prevent their adventurous young from raiding local farmers' chicken coops and the like, so there is no provocation that might result in their being hunted. The people of East Emnet will be told of the Drug and the fact that they are under the protection of the King.
Furthermore, at the suggestion of one of our party members, the Rohirrim will set up a simple exchange station, where gifts can be left--healing supplies and the like from the Rohirrim, and the fruits of nature from the Drug. It would be a start at mutual understanding.
With thanks for the King's gracious hospitality, we will depart soon* for the Druadan Forest, where Muti will meet his family and friends again.
With pleasure at the good news to pass on,
Alasse
Second Healer of Imladris
* Sunday 3 June 2007 2:30 pm EDT, 19:30 UK time
http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=186&day=2007-6-3
Nolëtáro
06-06-2007, 20:11
*dirty with moss, a letter is delivered to Erestor by a hawk, with an odd-looking Tengwar note saying "Urgent". Upon opening, the letter seems to have been written in some kind of soft bark as thin as parchment but stiff and almost transparent. The words seem to have been either hastily written beyond comprehension or in some different form of Sindarin and Tengwar*
[N-L-T-R] ... dead ... ambush ... fell enemies ... Redhorn Pass ... wolves, many wolves and ... shattered steel ... Brooch ... my possession ... meet me ... mourning ... small ones ... valley of Great Water ... city of boats ... road ... towers ...
*the rest seems illegible, except for a childlike scrawl in the alphabets of Westron; Legebril*
DM_Yavanna
25-06-2007, 18:12
Hir nin:.
We have arrived at the Druadan Forest, where we were guided by Muti to his kinfolk. With his reassurances to his kin, we were well received and have made temporary camp with the Druedain. Muti was of course ecstatic to see his friends and family, and they seemed equally happy to see him in good health and spirits. We were able to tell his Elders good things about him and how well he represents his people.
After introductions and initial pleasantries were done, we talked with the Elders about the agreement we had made with the Rohirrim to prevent (or at least reduce) their harassment of the Drug. The Elders were agreeable to an exchange post, and they will place seasonal offerings there, to replaced by healing supplies and other simple items of Rohirric make. They will also attempt to curb the raiding of nearby farms by their young.
As far as material help goes, we have offered to arrange for a local agent to suppy the Drug with such things as they need for survival in hard times. (In good times, they are generally self-sufficient.) The gold to pay this agent will come from Imladris, of course, through our usual channels. It seems important to me to ensure that we do not disrupt the Drug culture and way of life with our aid, so they have control of what to ask for and when to ask for it, and the available items will be such that they do not become dependent on our assistance.
There was in fact an orc incursion, which we joined the Drug in quelling, and we also found a staging area in a cave, which we destroyed along with the Mordor orcs stationed there. The Drug will be even more vigilant than before.
We remain here for a time so that we can get to know the Drug better, find ways to help them further, and so that Muti can spend time with his kin before returning north with us. I offered him the choice to stay with his kin, but he says that the wind and the Great Shaman wish him to serve us in the Valley, so he will return with us in time.
A pleasure to continue to report good news...I hope that all continues well in Imladris.
Alasse
Second Healer of Imladris
DM_Yavanna
10-07-2007, 23:27
From Erestor, First Counselor, to Hir Elrond
Hir nin, I am pleased to report that our new group has been launched. As you wished, I told them of our mission to assist the Free Peoples our joint participation in the effort, wherever it may be needed. We have several Aftercomers and some of our folk; one of ours is Sadronaraw, who, I believe will be a most important member. As we already discussed, this will also provide us a chance to evaluate future inductees to the Tirnidri.
Those who attended were Sadronaraw and Morwen of our folk, and Feredir of Ithilien, Turuna of the northern Dunedain, and one Micreal Locke of Tharbad, who was vouched for by trusted sources. Feredir was deeply concerned that this might conflict with the interests of Ithilien for which he is seeking help, and Master Locke was generally skeptical, but all agreed to join with us.
I am committed to provide them further information; I hope very much that our kin will end their inevitably long debate about the name of the organization so at least we can provide them that.
I also recommend that we interview Sadronaraw for the intial stage of the Tirin Kormi. With your permission, I shall do so soon.
A promising start, Hir nin, but much left to do.
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*apologies if I left anyone out
DM_Yavanna
14-07-2007, 16:14
First Councilor Erestor puts down the message he has just received, takes a sip of Dorwinion, and turns to writing an announcement:
Recognizing that many of our kin, and many of other races who visit us, have indicated a wish to be of help to the Quendi in our efforts to prevent the Shadow from having his way in Endor, we have decided to establish formal group to assist in these endeavors. It will be called Aphadrim Giliath, somewhat loosely translated as' The Order of the Stars.' This name was chosen to symbolize the importance of Elbereth's creations to our folk.
1. Membership: The group is open to any of good will who are willing to commit to assisting the Elves in opposing the influences of the Black Vala Morgoth or the encroachments of the upstart Sauron. For now, application is made to First Councilor Erestor, though eventually requests for membership may be addressed to designated senior members of the Aphadrim Giliath.
2. Duties: At the request of the leadership of Imladris (and eventually of other elven domains), members may be asked to assist with--for example-- finding objects of historical value, rescues, forays into enemy territory, rendering assistance to allies and friends, gathering information, or serving as liaison between one group and another.
This is not an exhaustive list, of course, but it represents some of the possible duties.
3. Privileges: Members who contribute to the Aphadrim Giliath will receive an especially warm welcome in elven domains. Increasing contributions will receive appropriate recognition and reward.
4. Secrecy: The Order is not a secret organization, but at the same time, for reasons of safety and effectiveness, members should not advertise that they are part of Aphadrim Giliath outside of elven domains, nor should they mention that anyone else is a member.
5. Commitment: Members are not required to make a lifetime commitment, but if they wish to leave the Aphadrim Giliath, they are requested to say nothing of it or their former membership to those who do not already know of it. They may be asked to return items that were provided to assist them in their duties for the Order.
Please note that membership in the Aphadrim Giliath is not intended to interfere with loyalty to home or other organization; if anything, it is meant to enhance service to allied or friendly nations and groups.Satisfied with what he has written, Erestor reads it once more, and then he arranges to have it copied, posted appropriately in Imladris, sent to other elven domains and to trusted agents elsewhere. After another sip or two of Dorwinion, the hard-working First Counselor picks up a dispatch from Evrilo in Tharbad, detailing the latest events there. Soon Erestor is already thinking of possible missions for the new Order....
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OOC: If you are interested in the Aphadrim Giliath, please send a PM to DM_Yavanna, who will arrange for Erestor to talk with you the Order.
DM_Yavanna
17-07-2007, 14:15
To Hir Elrond and the Master Guardians of the Tirin Kormi:
Today I have interviewed Sadronaraw of Thranduil's folk, who has rendered exccellent and loyal service here in Imladris. After asking him his plans for the future--which are focused indeterminately on contiuing to assist the Quendi in our various endeavors--I brought up the existence of the Tirin Kormi behind and at the heart of the Aphadrim Giliath. Needless to say, he was intrigued and eager to become a part of the Tirnidri. At the same time, he seemed fully aware of the weight of responsibility it entails.
In the course of our discussions, he raised several pertinent and thoughtful questions, which I appear to have answered to his satisfaction. I also gave him the names of the Master Guardians from whom to seek further guidance. He bound himself by oath to loyalty, secrecy, and discipline, and in return, I provided him with the Tirin Kormi brooch. He understands that this is but the first stage, and that his seniors in the Tirnidri will decide when it is time for his initiation.
I am pleased to have inducted such a promising member into the the inner ranks of the defenders of our heritage and people and urge that the Masters provide all possible support to him.
Erestor, First Counselor
DM_Yavanna
10-09-2007, 17:45
To Hir Erestor, to be passed to all with an interest in the matter
It has been my pleasure to induct Alyae Helcariel of Lindon into the Aphadrim Giliath. She comes highly recommended by our friend Galia of Mirkwood for her craftsmanship and stealth skills, and none other than Unien Evrinfaluin brought her to Imladris for a conversation with me. Unien and I are pleased to welcome this promising Sinda into the Order and have high hopes for her progress to the Tirin Kormi.
Alasse
Master Guardian
Second Healer of Imladris
Cindi Angelheart
19-10-2007, 15:12
My Dearest Hir Erestor,
I have recently come from the camp of the Dunedain where my beloved Lance asked me to translate a document they found somewhere in Rohan. It seems this document was discovered by a Rohirim Commander while searching a ruined campsite of our people. What it contains is quite shocking. The document claims to be written by a descendant of the great Fëanor , it tells of a helmet of great power such as only one of that line might make. Upon close examination I noted two sets of moon letters, one of which matched the moon at the time of my reading. These letters revealed a list of unusual items that would be required for the making of this item and implied that it could only be done by one of our greatest smiths. The next set of moon letters will only reveal their secrets at the time of an equinox, not coincidently the time of King Theodens meeting with the Dunedain to discuss this matter. My beloved Lance rightly asserted our claim to this document which was hidden in a journal and locked away for nearly half a century. I fear King Theoden believes his people have a rightful claim to it. I know you shall want to have some of our people present for this gathering . I would like to remind you that King Theoden has shown me favor in the past, honoring me with their great spear to battle our common enemies. I hope you will consent to allow me to attend as I am very much apart of this now and may be able to soften the kind Kings heart. I will naturally bend to your wisdom on this and shall await your words.
Dianielle of Imladris
Validriel
24-12-2007, 15:55
Hiril Galadriel, Hir Elrond, my lords and ladies of the Tirin Kormi,
With each moon there seems greater evidence of mounting dangers… the stars now cross themselves in their heavenly paths and the rivers rumble solemn warnings with each watery song they sing. The birds nest higher in the tallest trees, and those beasts closest to the earth burrow deeper that their winter slumbers might not be disturbed by the gathering storm.
Our hearts sense these changing atmospherics, well before the first clap of thunder.
And so I gather with renewed commitment those who would join us against the trials ahead — those who can fathom and faithfully defend the ancient mysteries. To this end, I have called forth from an already distinguished career as a warrior poet that kinsman from the Golden Glade, Tindomeon. With no reservations in his heart for the risks he takes upon himself, he has received the broach of our Order, taken an oath to learn what he can of our ways, and received the blessing of this humblest of the star-queen’s servants.
I’d ask that in your wise deliberations forthcoming that you consider my own petition to act as Tindomeon’s initial advocate to the Order, presenting him with those preliminary teachings which stretch his depth of understanding, and challenge him with those preliminary tasks which test his depth of courage. Such would be my profound honour and privilege: to discern the essential character of one so promising.
Aurë entuluva…
Validriel
Envoy of Laurelindorenan
DM_Yavanna
24-12-2007, 23:32
Hiril Validriel, most valued envoy of Lothlorien and great friend to Imladris:
Your news of a new recruit to our ranks is most welcome, and I am happy to authorize you to mentor this new recruit. If you have questions, the venerable Alasse will be available to assist as needed, when she can be drawn from her other duties.
My heartiest congratulations on the induction of this new member; I look forward to the opportunity to make our new comrade's acquaintance at your convenience. I can hardly imagine that Hiril Galadriel will have any disagreement with your action and your continuing role.
Cordially,
Elrond of Imladris
Validriel
28-12-2007, 00:21
“The recovery of the first dozen is set in motion.”
Validriel peered into Erestor’s eyes as she spoke, watchful for the slightest hint of personal ambition or, just as unlikely, some indication that the counselor might bend events to favour the interests of Imladris at the expense of Lothlorien.
It was only a week earlier that the clear-white Wilderstone had come to Imladris — one of only a handful of first-age gems that merited mention in the eleventh Tome of the Sages. To an untrained eye it seemed not unlike any other well-cut diamond… but it took Celebriel only a moment to sense its weak inner enchantment, and urge the librarians to undertake further research. Their report had come six days later, the day prior to this day, sketchily disclosing the gem’s mysterious origins, but also how — with the assistance of three sets of a dozen amplifying artifacts — its power might be magnified by a thousand-fold.
Unfortunately, according to the scholars, those artifacts — bearing modest powers of their own — had been lost early in the second age. The first dozen, first crafted by dwarven smiths to summon the power of the earth and of ores, were lost to certain kings of the second-born who settled to the south, in the lands now governed by the Horselords of the Mark. Long since had those men passed from the living and from memory, but the power of the artifacts kept anger seething through their spirits and they did not slumber as did other fallen men — indeed, they still wandered dusty paths in shadowy places, not alive but neither dead, one artifact held by each of twelve in the kingly line of succession. It would be no easy task recovering all twelve, one after the other.
The second set of twelve was suspected lost to still others who walk the plane between life and death — but these far to the east and north. Much less is known of these artifacts, but that they were crafted by the first-born and then embedded onto scabbards to conceal their power to channel the light of certain stars. Again, the presumption is that they were now held by twelve of an unholy order, one by each in a line of succession, to be wielded as each ascends to primacy.
Of the third set of artifacts almost nothing is presently known — not their shape nor substance, nor their current disposition — only that they refract the oscillating energies of the waters. Validriel held to a very thin confidence — that the recovery of the first two dozens might point the way to the third dozen.
Toward that end she had sent communications earlier that day, disclosing some of the nature of the first dozen artifacts to many capable champions — initiates to the Tirin Kormi, members of the Aphadrim Giliath, as well as allies from among the dwarves and the Dunedain. Her hope was that final rest might be visited upon the tortured souls beyond Dunharrow by means of a dozen engagements by these champions and by her own ventures there, each capturing one of the dozen artifacts of the king holding current reign, and returning the relic to Imladris.
“Let us hope that the results of the ritual that summons so much power unto this stone is an answer to our present needs,” Erestor said, optimistically.
“Power cannot be harnessed until power can be understood,” Validriel spoke gently in return. “For now, we have far too many questions and far too few answers.” She bowed low and turned, the evening prayertime only a few minutes away.
//OOC: I would ask that those who would offer their aid in this challenge please show greatest respect for the integrity of the game, roleplay their travels to Rohan well, and not use these events as a reason to engage in a sordid "mining" of the artifact in question. Thanks!
the-small-print
22-02-2008, 00:41
Elenuial concentrated for a moment, absently chewing the end of her quill, before stopping in distaste and clearing out her mouth. Then, dipping it in ink, she put her pen to the page and began to write:
"Hir Elrond,
I have some information that may prove useful in our attempts to stem the flow of the dark into Tharbad and the greater plains, namely information of one whom I now know to be allied to the enemy.
On my business in Tharbad, I saw a man dressed so deeply in black that he stood out like a shadow on white sand, and I followed him into the Greyflood inn, thinking that there was something familiar about him - a bearing and a foul air that I have known before, but I can not be sure.
I am ashamed to say that I lost sight of the man inside, though he led me to another whom I did recognise; the woman introduced to me as Aine long ago, whose alignment is not in doubt. She was dressed similarly - in deepest black and conspicuous red, her face uncovered, and so I came close to listen to her words, for she was conversing with a young human woman.
I heard nothing of import from Aine - only questions, though she was asking of the woman as if they were acquainted and perhaps affiliated, but did not know one another well. The woman, whose hair was black and whose features might have fitted in any dwelling of man, seemed yet to have something of the East about her, and she spoke of her birth in Umbar, and leaving there at an early age to be raised in Near Harad. Their discussion was broken shortly after as a woman, who is named Finn, sat too close to them and broke their conversation. Aine left after a moment -I believe to her room in the greyflood- and the woman with her moved over to Miss Finn's table to speak, origninally to make her move on.
She introduced herself as Gilmith, claiming to be of Pelargir, and I thought it best to join them, that way being able to question her myself and find her intent. She spoke of her father's death at sea at the hands of the corsairs, which I took to be a perversion of the truth - I suspect that she has grief with the men of Gondor for slaying her own father who was a corsair, and has been seeking to join the enemies of Gondor more fully. Inded, she seemed very interested when Miss Finn spoke of the Knights, and so I steered the conversation away as hastily as I was able.
As far as I could take measure of this 'Gilmith', I would say that she was a danger to us, or will be soon. She lied and covered expertly, only once or twice allwowing her face to betray scepticism as we spoke of what drives men - strength and weakness; love, power and greed.
I do not know how much use this report will be, except that it speaks of one who, as far as I know, has not been exposed before and may be a danger. Her fine display of deception has left me unsure as to whether my words made her question her direction. I would like to believe they did, but I do not have much hope, though I feel certain that neither she nor Aine knew or suspected that I had overheard so much as a whisper from them.
Highest regards,
Elenuial Craban-nim"
Checking over the letter, she tightly rolled it and tied it with a stem of sedge cord, then held it out to the raven that was impatiently hopping to and fro on the mossy stone before her. The bird croaked sharply, then snatched it from her hand and fluttered away into the twilight, its shape seeming just another bird gathering twigs for its nest.
DM_Yavanna
23-02-2008, 18:07
Dear Elenuial
Hir Elrond asked me to respond to your helpful alert about 'Gilmith.' We have added her to our watch list.
I hope that you did not endanger yourself--you cannot hide your origins in direct conversation--and urge you to be cautious in Tharbad. Though it is much less unfriendly to our kind than before , it is still unsafe, especially if you deal with such as the ones you mention.
We very much appreciate your keeping us informed. May your work prosper and may you find some joy in these darkening times. We will, of course, be happy to see you back in Imladris whenever you return!
Elen sila
Erestor
*Erestor seals the note thoughtfully and summons a young elf, to whom he provides instructions on how to get the message into Imladris' communication channels.*
Instruction for elves. An incident has been brought to my attention where a company of elves came under attack by two humans whilst engaged in combat with goblins near the high pass. The humans are thought to be called Isolde and Mereke (descriptions follow). They were in pursuit of one of our kin who had discretely listened on them while they conversed south of The Carrock along the Anduin. They changed to conversing in Adunaic as a third joined them (describes Numenorian Assassin) and much else hints at them being from lands under the dominion of the Enemy. Not all they spoke was understood and so their full intentions are unclear but that they pursued our kin so far speaks ill of what they think may have been overheard. This much we know, that they discussed The Hidden Wood of The Lady of the Galahdrim and perhaps seek it or three items of unknown nature.
All are ordered to be ever more so vigilant of our borders. As the matter concerns the realm of The Lady of the Wood this information is sent with haste for her attention.
Glorfindel
//please consider the relevant information forwarded to Lothlorien and then disseminated to relevant PCs. MilouOpo, apologies, I couldn’t remember the name of your character, I hope you can post it and it can then be considered incorporated in to the IC text. Any who have had interaction with one Gilmith may possibly make note of the similarity of description with one of the above mentioned.
//Maenthaliel Eriolon is the name of MilouOpo's character who relayed this information to Glorfindel, and of course Mereke should read Mareke.
Validriel
04-04-2008, 20:57
With a careful turn of her wrist, the elf-maid laid open the last fold of the long leather hide in which a dozen small gold scepters and a dozen rune-encrusted scabbards had been wrapped. Candlelight flickered off the objects lying there on the low table in the meeting room above the Hall of Fire, and Hir Erestor’s aged eyes sparkled with their reflection.
“Can you feel their energy’s vibration pass through the air to your fingertips?” Erestor asked.
She nodded. Validriel had felt a subtle charge emanate from the artifacts after the first few had been gathered, and the effect had doubled and redoubled as the collections were made complete — to the point to where she now had difficulty resting, their low hum resonating within her head like the low sound of a distant hive of bees.
“Perhaps they have collected unto themselves the agitations of the many grievous wounds received by so many hearty allies in the course of their gathering,” Validriel speculated. “But here they are. Have the scholars been successful in discerning the nature of the third dozen from my descriptions?”
Erestor frowned. “Well, yes. They have. And their findings are most unfortunate.”
Validriel raised her eyes to meet Erestor’s, and he continued:
“The third dozen that you seek are those twelve crystalline vials so long ago made containers to that which was called nen-duath by some… that is, liquid shadow… but it is also known as nen-peleth by others… the fading water… that which thins the substance of things so that sight passes through them to what lies beyond. Have you heard of these?”
Validriel’s eyes narrowed. Cautiously, she reached into a pocket of her pack and withdrew four faint cylinders. Only the slightest smoky luminescence along their edges made them visible at all.
Erestor nodded. “I see you are no stranger to the Uruk-hai, then, for these were lost to great armies of orcs near the end of the first age, and then known to be passed again from those to their more savage kin, with their far more recent appearance to Middle Earth.”
The elf-maid nodded, remembering the four desperate encounters that yielded the glass tubes she now held.
“You will find a fifth vial in the safe-keeping of Hir Evrilo — I have already sent word to him to expect your retrieval of it. The other seven, though… those, I’m afraid, might well be anywhere… jealously hoarded by these fiercest of orcs, for reasons unknown. We can only take satisfaction knowing that they are unlikely to know what they have in these treasures, nor the ritual means to open the vials and access the contents.”
With a deep breath, Validriel nodded, and returned the four crystalline vials and two dozen ancient artifacts to her pack. They would be safer kept with her, at whatever distance from the Wilderstone kept safe here in Imladris.
“Gen hannon,” she said, appreciative of the Counsellor’s guidance, though sorely aware of the difficulties of the path ahead. “Perhaps the now that these many relics have been reunited, they will help me seek and find their lost cousins.”
She bowed respectfully, turned, and descended the stairs — it was yet early enough that she might make some progress toward south before sunset.
DM_Yavanna
12-04-2008, 18:46
To Erestor
From Alasse
I am pleased to inform you that Eldaeron has accepted the Tirin Brooch, with the rights and responsibilities it entails. I am sure that we will be pleased with his dedication, discretion, and courage as a Tirin.
I await our next mission with anticipation.
Validriel
22-04-2008, 22:26
She slid the back of her hand down the shimmering golden plates protecting her arm, let it glance against her armoured torso, and watched as twin stars in the western sky seemed to twinkle in reciprocation.
Only nine of her order could be chosen to wear the Blessed Plate of the Elentarinduro. The craft which had long ago fortified the elf-lords’ nine most-trusted holy warriors was no longer celestially possible, even if the ancient lore had not been lost to the ages. Now, with scarcely an hour having passed since the Lady Galadriel’s most sublime performance of the Rite of Bestowal, Validriel was only beginning to fully appreciate both the unsurpassed honour and the daunting responsibility born of truth of it: she could count herself among those nine.
“Rejoice, you leaves of the great mallyrn!” Her own ritual response to the presentation of the gift still reverberated in her mind. “Rejoice, you waters of the Anduin; rejoice you birds and beasts of Arda!”
The song was no empty celebration. In Galadriel’s solemn act the blessings of the Valar were once more made manifest, magnifying Validriel's modest devotion, and calling forth the hope that she might become an even sturdier bulwark for the defenseless, an even clearer clarion sounded for justice, an even brighter beacon to dispel the darkness.
She smiled, took a step forward, and then paused — wondering if it hadn't betrayed a somehow slightly different dignity. No... rather, she wondered in her heart if it wasn't — in a mystical sense — the first stride she’d ever taken, into a entirely new world.
// Profoundest thanks to DMs Yavanna, Araw, and the entire UTT2 admin team
The expedition from Rivendell has arrived safely at the gates of Erebor to negotiate aid from the dwarves. This despite being harried most of the way. Though in so doing the enemy may have shown more of itself than desired, for now a name at least is known if not the face or person to whom it belongs. As well, King Thranduil now interrogates a man captured from among the harrying force.
//Next event Sunday 4th May circa 1800 GMT (1900 UK time), gather outside gates of Erebor. PLEASE SEE EVENTS CALANDER FOR MORE DETAILS. (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=209&day=2008-5-4&c=3)
The elves and their allies having acquired the aid of the dwarves in retrieving the missing pages of the tomb, find their path back to Rivendell blocked at the High Pass by some sinister force which has stirred and made converge a huge many trolls in the mountains near the High Pass.
Do they now try and force their way through or take to the much longer route at the cost of losing valuable time.
The participants of this event will mainly be only those already at the Carrock, however should some good aligned characters have their own rp reasons to be travelling that way and bump in to the party then thats another matter .
Ideal Level 14 or over barring those already in event.
Good aligned
Date, Friday 9th May 2008
Start, UK time 1900 hours or 1800GMT
Nolëtáro
06-05-2008, 09:36
A letter written fully in Quenya arrives Imladris, adressed to Erestor.
"To Erestor, First Councillor of Imladris, Lord Elrond of Imladris and all those whom it may concern;
Lord Elrond, Master Erestor and friends of the Tirin Kormi, to thee I extend my fondest greetings.
As you may have noticed, I have been absent for some time. I regret not having been available for any enquieries or assignments, but I now present myself as partly available. The reason to this is twofold; As you know, some have survived the massacre that occurred in the lands to the East, and have been brought to Mithlond for healing and estabilishment. Organizing their fates has been difficult, given the language and cultural barriers so evident between the folk of Lindon and the Avari, but I am glad to report that most of such issues have been resolved thanks to my caretaking. I ask of some more time to properly help these kinsmen, who have lost so much in such short notice, for I fear my state of unavailability might return in very short notice. Should this not happen, I will take my leave of Lindon and Mithlond, and will travel to Imladris and Laurelindorenan to update myself on the most current events.
I am also glad to report that the gap in my knowledge concerning the Second Age is being progressively filled thanks to the many visits I have done to the Elostirion. I am very grateful for Lady Unien's aid in this, as her wisdom and knowledge has been nothing short of refreshing.
I would also like to enquire about Lady Validriel and her whereabouts. We had a number of conversations before I was forced into silently retreating, and I would very much like to speak with her once more. I may have a reply and some suggestions to the thoughts she has exposed to me.
Once more, my deepest apologies for the silence and unavailability. I ask for your understanding in this, and will work, as soon as I am able, to re-estabilish my connections to the current state of affairs.
May the winds and wisdom of Manwë Súlimo never leave you, and may Varda Fanuilos' radiance forever clear our skies and hearts,
Most Sincerely,
Elostirion, Emyn Beraid,
Nolëtáro Meneldil Khelekirion."
//My apologies for the long absence, but college and real life have messed up my free time quite a bit. I hope I am able to re-estabilish myself enough that I can return to playing regularly.
Nolëtáro
06-05-2008, 11:05
//Addendum, since I can find no Edit button;
The second paragraph continues as follows; "I have also been preparing a full written account of my travels, to be passed to you once it is completed. It has been a painful process, putting to the parchment all that I have experienced in the East, but I hope the resulting written account will serve to better enlighten you to the state of the lands there before I left."
Sorry Araw, but as it seems now, I won't be able to attend on Friday evening. I hope that Tindomeon and/or Eldaeron can lead the entourage safely to Imladris. Really sorry about that, since I really enjoyed it last time.
No probs, thanks for the heads up :).
Considering the High Pass impenetrable, the elves and their companions chose to take the Redhorn Pass. Though this path also was found to have been considered by the enemy, they managed to break through. Where in the mountains they had no aid but their own strength and courage to get through, in Eregion fortune favoured them in the guise of an inept robber. From him they learnt that already others laden with gold and jewels had passed this way and made haste for Tharbad.
The choice of returning to Rivendell and considering a strategy for negotiation now taken from them, most of the company turned for Tharbad, whilst two returned to the Valley with the news. In Tharbad, with no chance to rest the company made quickly their appearances pleasant. Then, first the dwarves presented them selves to the Mayor, and after, the elves also made it known that that they too wished to bid for the pages; for this way they sought further to misdirect any who may have thought them in any association with the dwarves.
There also were three men, one who made him self known as Alashirin, and claiming to be of Harad. Though he spoke it soon was clear that the words were not his, for he looked to a fourth diminutive man and took reassurance from his nodded agreements.
The mayor spoke to the gathered, informing them that he not only sought monetary compensation for the pages but also wished it to server as the foundation upon which to build a lasting relationship where by Tharbad’s freedom and prosperity may be secured for the future.
Alashirin was first to speak of the matter at hand. Laying claim that they were the first to seek purchase of the Tome for which payment had been already made when the elves stole it. Yet he offered even more for the pages and in addition offered to provide forces at the command of Tharbad for the defence of activities on Himling, towards which 250 men would me made available straight away. The Mayor thought this an offer of merit, though he disputed any association between the pages and the tome for he considered them two separate items and payment of one could not be seen as contributory towards that of the other.
Naighin Snakeater then spoke for the dwarves. As is the way of them his offer was straight forward and to the point. The dwarves would pay handsomely for the pages and as for the matter of the security and future prosperity of Tharbad, did dwarves not have established trades in the city and where a dwarf traded, his axe was always nearby to defend his interests and where one dwarf had an interest, all dwarf kin had an interest. The Mayor thanked Naighin for his forthright bid and turned to the elves.
The Lady Validriel spoke for the elves. Already she had pointed out the flaw in Tharbad’s association with Alashirin, who had failed in the defence and security of the tome, which had been taken from the very clutches of his men. Also what aid could they offer Tharbad in its time of need when they were of such a distant land. As to the bid of the elves, they offered wealth in abundance but other than that they could offer no more, and for this she would give no reason.
The Mayor considered the three offers, the elves offered no more than wealth and advice and he made it known that more than this he would not have expected from them, for they excelled in the giving of advice and never offered anything more, instead taking by force what they thought they had a right to. Though Alashirin’s offer had merit it was conceded by the Mayor that Lady Validriel’s words spoke true of the flaws inherent in it. The only choice was that of the dwarves, who had already proven of value to the city in the trade they brought to it and in so doing the martial expertise of the dwarves, this he would be eager to foster. The case holding the pages was presented to Naighin, and after scrutiny from Ren the authenticity of them was confirmed. So the deal struck all that remained was the safe passage of the pages to Rivendell for the fulfilment of the deal within the deal.
//I'll post the date/time of next event in the next few days.
Validriel
20-05-2008, 00:20
With a deep breath of satisfaction Validriel laid the twelfth of the crystalline vials before Erestor, its faintest outline reflecting only the yellow sparks from the flames warming the hearths of the Hall of Fire.
“I dare not ask how much Uruk-Hai blood was spilt in gathering these,” Erestor muttered, admiring the collection. “You have accomplished much in reassembling the three dozens, and I will set the scholars of Imladris upon the ritual to empower the Wilderstone directly.”
Validriel curtsied to Elrond’s counselor. “It is apt to take the might of many similarly ancient relics — not just the Wilderstone — to protect the free peoples against the threats of this age. But I trust the stone will serve us in some noble way, Hir Erestor. Perhaps, with the work of your learned ones, we will soon know the true value of this asset.”
Erestor smiled kindly, but with a hint of sadness. “Alas, daughter of Laurelindorenan. Perhaps I was not clear when last we spoke. These three dozens do indeed catalyse the multiplication of the stone’s powers, but the ritual is a complex one.”
Validriel nodded slowly. “Great power is often sequestered, as you say, and requires lengthy incantation to summon it forth once more. Patience is warranted. Shall I return for the conclusion of the scholars’ efforts in a fortnight, then?”
Erestor shook his head and set a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We’ll know little of the Wilderstone’s nature and power until the ritual is fully completed.” He paused, then added, “in two hundred seventy-one years’ time.”
The elf-maid smiled, paused, then spoke in the style of Lothlorien’s diplomats, “Then let us both count the passage of those seasons in the fondest parts of our hearts, and pray that the stars lead us to ever greater blessings by the end of them.”
Nolëtáro
25-05-2008, 01:29
*a letter is delivered to Hír Elrond's High Councillor, Erestor, by one of the guardsmen of the Valley of Imladris. Little inspection is needed to discern the origins of the letter; a simple folded parchment, sealed with blue wax depicting the crest of the House of Gil-galad, and with the crest of Thranduil on the front. The very language used in the letter is an ancient form of Quenya, written with flawless skill, not a single drop of wasted ink marring the paper. Below the seal, is written L-R-ND in simple ink, most clearly the person to whom this letter should be carried to.*
Inside the circles of the world, the flow of the Outer Seas, beneath the light of the fruits of the Trees and the ever watchful eyes of Eru, I greet you, Elrond Eärendillion.
This I write from the depths of the palace of Thranduil, as I tend to the injuries and wounds of Aerendur, a companion in a journey I shall now report to you.
Upon our arrival to Esgaroth, Aerendur and I were surprised to find kisnmen from the halls of Thranduil. Apparently, Esgaroth was not keeping to its agreement of protection with the Wood Elves, due to lack of forces; I, Aerendur, Mîrwen Nimros and Random, a halfling, accepted to investigate what the Elves said was cause for concern; The infestation of northeastern parts of the forest by insects of foul growth and spiders of darkest birth.
We entered the woods, guided by the directions of our kin, and nigh immediately we were beset by creatures. Spiders and beetles assaulted us and ambushed us by the dozens, but we managed to push off each wave of attacks. Upon exploring the section of the woods we came upon traps that lead us to a seemingly abandoned tower in the midst of the woods. I cannot describe the sense of impending danger that I could feel upon standing in the threshold of the tower. I will not even attempt it.
Inside, we were beset by the creatures aforementioned, but this time we faced also spiders of pure darkness and malice. I will not enter into many details, for the memory is still fresh in my mind; suffice it to say they were heavily reminiscent of Nan Dungortheb...
Those were not the only ancient evil we faced. Foul vampires were there as well. As you know, such creatures were devised by Sauron during the War of the Jewels. Their presence in the woods is greatly disturbing, for these were even more powerful than those I remember from the days of the War. They rose not once, but twice after being felled, in a different form each time. They battered our defenses heavily, and I had to exert much of my willpower to keep them at bay, for our odds at the end were quite hindered as Aerendur and Random fell under an enchantment. We made camp, trying to awaken them, but to no avail; my expertise could not aid them in any way. We resolved to leave them how and were they were, thinking they would be safe due to the fact the room had been cleared, and moved on to clear the remaining rooms.
Once the task was completed, we returned to them. But we found the door to the room locked, and we could hear fell sorcery being spoken inside. I managed to break the lock and get inside, Mîrwen at my side, but the creatures vanished. We came upon Aerendur and Random further afflicted; Random, we could aid, and he came to his senses, but Aerendur was a different matter. He needed sunlight and elven medicine, and quickly.
While Random followed behind us dazed, I carried Aerendur. But insects once again overwhelmed us, and this time, weary from our battles and lacking any strength in our chants, we were defeated.
Were it not for the opportune arrival of Thranduil's soldiers, we would have been killed.
I urge you, Lord Elrond, to consider this tale; If creatures so dark as these are inhabiting the Mirkwood, I cannot begin to imagine what kind of horrors are being conjured by the Deceiver. I have already sent a letter to Thranduil concerning this matter, bidding him to send troops to destroy that place of evil. But since it was them who asked Esgaroth for aid in the first place, I cannot see how such an abode of evil can be cleansed, without the aid of fellows who command more power than I do. I ask you to send these, for without them, I fear that place will never be healed in full.
May Manwë keep you under the One, and send fair wind to your sails, and may all the Valar watch over us all,
Nolëtáro Meneldil Khelekirion
*written below are three other distinctive waves of tengwar, written numen-lambe-tinco-ore, N-L-T-R*
//Excellently account of the happenings *bows humbly*
Erestor reads the letter, and the more he reads the more disturbed does the look upon his face become. Folding the letter , he hands it to a near by elf. Directing him to take it to the lady Alasse for her considerations also and then himself turns to seek out Hir Elrond.
The two missing pages of the Tome now rest in the safety of Imladris. The anxiety and concern of those tasked to the journey from Tharbad to Imladris was palpable in the very air from the onset; for that which they had desired was in their hands and fear of losing it on the journey was uttermost in their minds and hearts. They took painstaking and at times even tortuous care in choosing the direction they travelled at each stage. A long time they delayed at the camp of the Dunedain, where they learn’t that dark watchers had been spotted on the roads looking for their passing.
In the Midgewater Marsh they found that the Dunedain had seen through the attire hiding the southerner and had laid deathly ambush on his men; many of them they cut down, but many more of them broke through in desperate hunger to claim that which still eluded them. It was in the Troll Shaws where at last they managed to block the path of the party, and had it not been for the wisdom of the Dunedain in already having assailed Alasharin and his men, that the party would perhaps have failed in its task from so near to its destination. So, triumph they did, and for now at least there is one less to lead the enemies of the free, and the complete Tome lies out of the reach of darkness.
// Thanks to all who took part :). Not quite the last of this series of events after all. Will soon post date and time of next event, to give report to Elrond and for any discussion, speculation etc etc, so it will be rp only.
Harvest of Death
Prologue
Somewhere in Mirkwood in the not so distant past.
The elves had secured them selves in the north of the wood and the humans of the lake too had proven resilient, so the two had in one way or another eluded the will of his master to overwhelm them and now it was too late. His master was discovered and others moved to drive him out, he had to retreat before his work was complete. But no matter, though incomplete, enough was done now that even from a distance his will could make the darkness fester and grow, much occupied would be the elves and humans with it. And to ensure even more that their attentions did not drift to other matters, one last gift he would leave them on his master’s behalf. Slow would this fruit be in ripening, but should it come to its fullness such sweet terror it would bring to those who yet defied his master in these parts. Even as those who would evict him gathered at his very door, his malice soaked heart rejoiced at the thought. The Vampires would gather strength from the darkness his master had spread, and in time they would awaken, and through them he would bring to heel the dogs who still defied him. Only a tinge of anxiety touched him, quickly to be dismissed. Surely his enemies would not discover the way to overcome his 'gift'--no, not unless that fool of a Mayor were to yield to his ever-present greed. But of course his agents would prevent such a thing....
A Tome Incomplete, the lest event of this tale is scheduled as follows;
Sunday 1st June 19:00 GMT (20:00 UK time).
This will be an RP event, starting with the delivery of the pages to Elrond and then hopefully player driven. Part of the event may also be used as a launch pad for the next series of events should opportunity allow (Check the post above, dated 27 May, Harvest of Death).
Finally, please do use this thread for any IC musing, thoughts etc of your characters which are related to the Tirin Kormi, not only do we enjoy reading them but they also inspire development of new events, of which Harvest of Death is an example ;).
The tome of the teachings of Aule was now complete, the two missing pages delivered to the safety of the Valley of Imladris. Elrond expressed his gratitude to all who had made possible the recovery of the pages. Master Ren of Erebor too, was most pleased at the outcome and his delight was apparent for all to see, not least from the copious amounts of ale and food he partook of. As the discussion progressed, it became clear that there was no obvious solution to the continued activity of some men in Tharbad. The majority of those gathered were clear in their mind that nothing more, other than vigilance of activities on Himling, could be done with regard to this matter. The most notable objection being that of Lady Alvae, who thought it possible to secure the Isle and prevent further pillage.
As is the want of dark times, no sooner is one difficulty resolved yet another quandary takes its place. The gathered were informed of the vampire activity in the Greenwood as first brought to the attention of Elrond by Noletero; of the resulting affliction now upon Mirwen beloved of Aerunder, and of the resistance of the vampire chief to the incantations of Eleri. The purest light was deemed to be the only way to defeat this foe and two suggestions were presented. The first from Noltereo, that if the light of the stars itself could be captured, that may prove most effective. The other was from Anor, who suggested that should it be possible even, to find and acquire the aid of a tree herder, then the canopy of the forest itself may be parted and the cleansing light of the sun be brought to the dark infestation.
These wise councils were heeded and it was agreed that an expedition would set forth to the Golden Wood, to seek the guidance of that high authority in matters of starlight, who resides there.
the-small-print
08-06-2008, 22:39
The shadow grows long indeed, to reach the feet of the mountains.
Again and again the maddened face shattered into ash before her dozing eyes as Aerendur's rage-driven mace broke into the fell man's chest. It had not seemed right; his lack of fear, the darkness in his eyes, and yet even when she set his fate final - to be killed, he did not flinch. That had been the truth of it; her testing him showed clear what he was, and yet me closed the decision for her; leaping up and attacking unarmed those he could not hope to defeat.
The rest of their journey had been beset with such shadows of Morgul; assailing alone and making in the most for Aerendur, Mirwen's love. By whatever craft they fought, their rage and hatred seemed distilled and transfered to the man of Gondor, and with grief Eleri watched his features reflect more and more that of the shadow. He and Mirwen, struck counterpoint, a terrible balance; both tainted, she led by her lust to do well by those whom she perceived to be in need, he by bloody vengeance against all odds. The fatal duality of the edain expressed by a curse. It was a saddening sight.
But they came at last unto Laurelindorenan - the Golden Wood, and stood before the undying wisdom and splendour of the Lady of the Wood, and Celeborn the wise by her side, his calm presence grounding all grief and fear. There they spoke of the shadow that hung over Greenwood, and with effort and discipline, Eleri had kept emotion and fear from her tone, as was stated the dark threat that might yet sweep away all she loved. Only in the deep eyes of Galadriel had her thoughts been recognised, and consoled.
Now the companions awaited counsel and advice, and sat upon the lawns of Calas Galadhron, taking fare of the elves who dwelt there. Sitting upon the great green lawns beneath the trees, allowing the warmth of the sun to soak through them and give them comfort, they stayed, each finding their own solace and repair.
Nolëtáro
12-06-2008, 00:28
*a simple letter comes to Lord Elrond, delivered by a messenger; It holds no identifying crest or sigil beyond the signature of N-L-T-R in tengwar*
Lord Elrond, my fondest greetings.
I come to you to denounce a most foul and disturbing situation that occurred not too long ago after the departure of my party to investigate your suspicions of sorcerous activity in the ruins of Eregion. Upon our investigation, we were beset by waves and waves of skilled assassins - presumably Black Numenorean, for Lorinol, a companion, found a message in Adûnaic, a language now only used by them. Upon entering one of the few intact structures in the area, we were further beset by enemies who overwhelmed us utterly, taking advantage of, I admit it, our rather poor defensive standing (we were not expecting hostilities so soon, and I did not expect to find the ruins so well guarded).
We were imprisoned. After several attempts at an interrogation, none of which successful in any significant way, we were rescued by Lorinol - the only one who managed to escape - and a group of your soldiers, whose assistance I hereby appreciate.
However, one of your soldiers committed an error and dispelled the conjured tiger brought forth by Lorinol. He was disturbed, as one would expect, for seeing an ally fall in such a manner. He cast cold and offensive remarks at the soldier, and I fully agree with the soldier in this regard; Lorinol acted rashly, and his actions were inexcusable.
But further inexcusable was the retreat of the soldiers upon the hour of our greatest need. Your soldiers ignored the fact that the enemy still held a captive and that most if not all of us were too tired to move any significant offensive. Instead of aiding us in rescuing our conrade or helping us retreat, they went away for us to fend for ourselves, only a healer remaining behind and complying with his duty.
I do not need to remind you of the repercussions of this. These soldiers acted in callous disregard for others and outside of all codes of conduct followed by all Quendi, especially military procedures. They proceeded to disregard their duties in favour of personal spite. If our troops are this easy to break, on mere dissent and cold words, then I fear for the safety of Rivendell.
As such, I request that this matter be fully investigated and that these soldiers, with duties to keep, be reminded of them, for their retreat caused much harm to the likelyhood of all of us escaping alive from the clutches of the enemy.
I would write to you a full and earnest account of what has happened beyond this most regrettable incident, but I feel any further discussion should be done in person, and I myself am filled with such indignation that I cannot share it properly in the form of a letter. I thus request an audience with you, that these matters may be treated in full.
May Manwë keep you under the One, and send fair wind to your sails, and may all the Valar watch over us all,
Nolëtáro Meneldil Khelekirion
DM_Yavanna
16-06-2008, 09:42
(This is an OOC post, as I can't think up an IC context for lacking this information.)
I am sorry to say that I have lost track of the members at all levels of the Tirin Kormi. I would be very grateful if you would give me the information I need to make this roster completely accurate. Please do it through PMs on the forum, or directly to me on IRC, to avoid any further OOC in this forum. Many thanks!
Tirin Kormi as of 061408
Masters
Alasse
Vinduil
Validriel
Guardians
??
Current members and my guess about rank (M) /initiates (I) /brooch holders (BH)
Alvae (BH)
Ama'lian (M)
Artahir (M)
Dianiel (BH)
Eleri (M)
Glorfin (M)
Elenuil (Eleri's sister) (I)
Marlyna (I)
Tindomeon/Elcamring (both BH)
Valduil (BH)
vulpex's bard (forgot his name) (M)
Missing-Alums
Unien/? (Master)
Sereg-Mirth Almin (Master)
Status Uncertain
Noletaro
SadronAraw
Yavanna, SadronAraw is err, ahem at the lowest rank, whatever that is ;).
MilouOpo
16-06-2008, 15:11
Letter addressed to Validriel
Hiril Validriel,
I approach you in form of this letter for I have witnessed grave happenings in Tyrn Gorthard.
Yesterday a man arrived to Bree and sought refuge from local inn, Prancing Pony. By my observations he seemed to be paniced and severly injured. Luckily few frequent visitors of Imladris, me included, where enjoying the fine draughts of Master Butterbur's establishment and his mundane injuries were promptly treated by Noletaro and Ilcamilya. Adan refused further care regarding his injuries when it was offered and ran back to the night regardless the harm those wraiths had caused.
It became clear that group of men had broken the peace of King Vondil's tomb. That had roused foul spirits of Angmar of the might I have not encountered around those parts before. I found some resemblance between these spirits and the ones that linger in the old crypt of Rhudaur. While this is mostly clearly an issue that concerns Dúnedain by their ancenstry, I can not be but troubled by the danger, both this, and the crypt of Rhudaur pose to their surrounding areas. True it may be that those stronger spirits have not left the interiors of those tombs for many long years, but something might be changing.
With the help of coraugeous adan Ashal and ranger Cousin, Me, Noletaro and Ilcamilya travelled to barrows to counter those foul spirits before they could wreak more havoc. Luckily right after we had made our entrance to the complex Eleri joined us, and soon after Lorinol aswell. Together we managed to purge those chambers of their evil, but only for a moment I fear.
Four men perished that night, and I doubt that they will be the last.
Ps.
I send this to you and trust that these words will reach the ones that you would see appropriate, without me disturbing their more urgent duties.
Sincerely yours,
Tindomeon Silfin of Laurelindórenan
Validriel
17-06-2008, 09:21
Hir Tindomeon,
I pray fervently that you hold firm to your faith in the blessings of the Valar — for though dark phantoms and vapours such as these awaken from their long slumbers to torture the living whose vitality they so envy, their time of torment will soon enough pass, and give way to a new age of light, and of hope, and of tranquility blown by the breezes from west to east and south to north. Indeed, I draw confidence from many of the elflords’ wisest scholars, who tell that the increased appearance of these sleepless ones is itself a sign of the nearing end of these years shrouded in shadows. So, far from despair, I call on you and your brethren to battle each with hearts that rejoice that another day has been lost to their time, and another has been gained for ours.
I will dutifully report the events as you have described them, nonetheless, to those who commit to our records such incidents, and to those who test them for patterns that may reveal deeper meaning. Additional investigations might well be conducted, also, to assure that the most daunting of these befouled ones do not confound the second-born further — while their lives are short, they may yet prove to be important allies to the defense of that region.
My special thanks for your report, and my fondest wishes that your travels are led safely by the light of Alcarinque.
Validriel
Envoy of Laurelindorenan
the-small-print
19-06-2008, 01:39
The wind blustered along the rim of the valley, and a lone tear meandered its way down the pale, ivory skin of a fair face, as hair the colour and sheen of hazel fluttered in the wind. One long braid bore a pure, bright-white feather bound about silver wire, rising, falling and spinning in the breeze. Eleri looked down upon the vale of Imladris, breathing deeply to banish the urges of her heart.
There have been many of the second-born unwilling to mature, allowing the selfish child in them to rein, not allowing the word 'consequence' to enter their thoughts. Had it been him, who had slain Nimros, or Ránawen? Mãneldor or Thuriel? Their faces skittered across her mind, smiling warmly, embracing one another at the Midsummer feast; every deed of valour, good-heart and virtue, every moment of friendship, every shared smile, every little mark of kindness between them, tossed aside in a moment. Slain, defending the land that they loved so that those who bore no bows might live without fear. Cold fury twisted a knot in her stomach.
Such a bitter, hateful, unforgivable waste. All of those deaths, untold dozens and hundreds more, fueled by a moment's spite. And what had it achieved? It had not hurt those with whom the man was angry, but had only served to devastate the fool's heart and send him crawling to her to repent. But balance...
To allow herself to fall to hatred of the wretched man would be folly; she would make precisely his mistake; to let the churning of her gut wreak further death and destruction, and by the Valar, she knew that there was more than enough of that in this world, without her making more.
She sat down upon the grass and took from her belt a roll of message-paper and a quill. Brushing aside the drop upon her cheek, she began to write everything that the man had said; his wrath, his betrayal of his own people, his subsequent enslavement, murder and transfer, his hunting of the elves of Greenwood and the periannath of the Vales.
"...and yet, I could discern no lie in the man's eyes. His remorse seemed to me to be true and all-consuming. A fool he is, without doubt, and crimes has he committed that can not be forgotten, or forgiven. Nevertheless, Findil has unwittingly armed himself with the tools to thwart his former masters.
His knowledge might well be probed, and news sent to Gondor of precisely what he told the Enemy, that they might adjust their defences accordingly, if indeed they have not already done so. Equally, he is likely in his time, to have met with or learned of other agents of the enemy, and his knowledge may well prove pivotal in their rooting out and destruction.
With greatest respect, I counsel that this man be questioned personally by those who are of the Tirin Kormi and our allies. Were he not to be allowed to redeem himself, which decision I lay in your hands, I would advise that he need be incarcerated indefinitely, for I deem that if he feels there is no recompense he can pay, his despair may drive him back to the enemy. It is not with a light heart that I counsel such, for despite all, I pity this man and all he has brought upon himself.
It speaks well of Findil that he did not once seek to deceive me. Though by no means did he reveal all - and I would doubt that the name he gave (though it was to the messenger, Tinwen, and not to myself) does not seem likely, its meaning awry - he told to me and to others enough to give us just cause to slay him upon the spot, and yet he was alone and did not make any move to defend himself.
Indeed, if his tongue speaks the deception of the enemy, then it is beyond my wit to see, and I am deceived, for as well as I could read him, I would say that he is true at the core.
Yours in Trust,
Hiril Eleri, sell uin Hir Doronras ned Craban Nim o'r Taur-nu-fuin"
She folded and bound the letter, summoning a nearby messenger to take it to the Hall of Fire, and then looked up into the sky. The pale silver clouds reflected bulbously in the tears that welled in the corners of her shattered-emerald green eyes and she pinched them tight, wiping her face.
She could not weep before the Noldor, an appointee of Hir Thranduil's realm. To send the message ahead would give her time to grieve alone for her lost friends and wash away the bitterness that twisted tight her throat. Then, perhaps, she could resume the mask of serene calm and dignity that so shielded her in her role as impervious protector of those in need.
*Muti approaches one of the Noble One watchers at the borders of The Valley and in his own fashion relays information about many dead trolls and orcs in the High Pass, and of two Noble Ones and their company seeking another way to the Valley because they think their most direct route blocked. With prompting the fullness of his tale comes to light and is no doubt swiftly relayed to those in authority*
The strangest of creatures Muti had ever seen; bony, with fragile looking limbs, wide eyes and a drawn out face. It moved half like an animal, on all fours and ever so fast. And it’s smell, that of damp and musky. What it was he did not know but it definitely wasn’t an orc. Muti tried to follow it unseen, a difficult task if it had not been for the smell, and the thing still managed to keep well beyond his sight. It was then that two elves, in the company of dwarves and men came by Muti, also it seemed on the trail of this creature.
Muti had willingly agreed to aid the two elves and their company to follow the creature; though even his sense of smell failed when the trail led to a cold mountain cave where the smell of orcs overwhelmed the fading smell of the creature. Follow it in they did though, and the Druadan set upon the orcs with his usual silent vehemence; so much so that a dwarf had to remind him that charging in to orcs of such numbers blindly, lacked wisdom. Yet the restraint that followed could not be held on to when he saw that noble beasts of the wild had been forced in to the service of the orcs and once more his rage got the better of him; were it not for his companions no doubt he would never have come out of those caverns again.
As they exited the caverns they came upon a sight of dead trolls and orcs, one of the later badly wounded but still alive and to whom Muti charged with clubs raised. If one of the elves had delayed shouting at him to stop a moment more, the orc would have joined the others of its kind. Instead, Muti stepped away and a discussion followed among the company on the fate of the orc, some for killing it and others for interrogating it, one of the elves eventually saying that they could do as they pleased with it. one of the men raised his sword and made for the orc, yet hesitated at the last moment. Seeing that he hesitated, Muti sprang from where he was and viciously smashed the orcs skull in.
It was then that they spied the creature watching them from atop a slight hillock. No sooner did they chase after it and it quickly vanished in to the nearby woodlands. Only to reappear again and get cornered by the company. Muti watched it a while with much curiosity, as the others discussed the nature of it; the dwarf among them adamant that it was a orc. But this was no orc, it was strange and unknown to him, it was afraid and perhaps hungry but not an orc. He rummaged his back pack and threw some food at it, then broke the semicircle about the creature, making it clear that he had no intention of holding it penned as it was. No sooner had he done so that it sprang and once more vanished in to the woods.
As the company talked more on the nature of the creature, they were set upon from the direction of the High Pass and the shortest route to the Valley seemed blocked. It was clear that the elves wished to take word to the Valley as quickly as possible and so Muti had volunteered to take the shortest route. Yet instead of having to stealthily make his way past dangerous trolls, he instead had to weave his way through dead bodies of them and orcs.
Nolëtáro
29-06-2008, 13:52
To be passed to Validriel, Lorinol and the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien as quickly as possible;
Lord, Lady and friends, my reverence and greetings to thee;
I regret to inform that due to my studying, modifying and testing of the enchantments that call upon the light of the heavens, I may not be able to attend the next great meeting. As such, I may not be able to describe to all of our friends and allies in the meeting the process Híril Validriel, Lorinol and myself have designed for the capturing of light. In case I fail to come, this letter can be passed along or read aloud for our friends to understand the challenges at hand.
Híril Validriel and myself met at the lawns of Lothlorien and discussed at some length our task at hand. We traded opinions and wisdom, and we came to the agreement that the gems the Híril holds may not be enough to contain the light and fires of the heavenly stars. They can purify and augment the light that passes through them, but to contain the light within might be too much of a strain on them, and they might fail, or worse, shatter. Beyond such a conclusion, we did not go far - our expertise is in the inner fires, their manifestations and their strength, lore brought to us by the Valar themselves.
Lorinol then arrived, and all changed henceforth. His mastery over lore and his keen clarifications of our problems soon set us back on advancement. He described to us a possible process which we elabourated from then on. He rightly described our problems as threefold;
- We do not have spells that can bring the light to the earth in a continuous manner, something which would be needed in the creation of an artifact passible of holding such light;
- We do not have elements with which to channel and direct such light;
- We do not possess a proper vessel for the holding of the light.
The first issue I adress already - I have begun work in the designing of words of power that can help us. The process is reasonably morose, but with some effort I should have the spells ready quickly enough. The second has been solved already, for the stones Híril Validriel holds are perfect for the task, and are indeed essential for the process described by Lorinol. The third will prove to be the most difficult problem to solve, for the making of a new vessel would take too long for the standards of Men, and we require utmost haste. Lorinol then brought forth a suggestion; The lamps of Khazad-dûm of old are known in songs to have held most marvellous light, gathered from the heavenly bodies, and they were strong enough to hold the light for some time. This may very well be the one thing we need, but Khazad-dûm is now dark, and it has been plundered repeatedly according to the loremasters, except the dwarven vaults hidden in its depths. In one such forgotten vault, an intact lamp could be found, though it is not likely. Nonetheless, a broken lamp could still be used, provided it be repaired beforehand. To find an intact lamp would save us time, but to seek one in such condition might actually take longer than repairing a broken one.
The process is straightforward, yet the results should be powerful. One or more kins(wo)men would call forth the light from the heavens through the stones by means of the properly modified spells and chants. For the finest results, two learners of the inner fires can achieve the summoning of great power and purity. The light would pass through a row of gems, each time the light magnifying and intensifying in strength. Then Híril Validriel would summon forth her affinity with the work of Varda to finally bind the light to the Lamp. For best results, again, I suggest two kins(wo)men. The result should be a Lamp the likes of which the waking world has not seen since the Elder Days, the holder of such pure light not even the accursed leaders of those creatures can vanquish. Unfortunately, not even the structure of the dwarf-lamp would suffice. The light will be released slowly but continuously, and the pure fires within will deplete in about a century. More than enough time for the defeat of the vampires of Mirkwood, I hope.
Lorinol has been given the task of searching for physical descriptions of the lamps. If my guess is not wrong, the most perfect shape for the holder of such light would be a sphere. Validriel gathers with those who would enter the deep dark of Moria and seek out one such lamp. I, as I said, devise the chants and spells needed. I trust in the wisdom of Híril Galadriel, should she suggest any further measures than those already taken. I would suggest that Aerendur be focused on aiding in this task, as it directly helps in the recovery of his beloved, and that could serve to ease his ever-increasing lack of caution.
To thee I give my fondest of farewells, and expect to meet thee once more in the very near future,
Yours, now and unto the Day of Days,
Nolëtáro Meneldil Khelekirion
Nolëtáro
05-07-2008, 00:33
A simple letter comes to Lord Elrond, delivered by a messenger; It holds no identifying crest or sigil beyond the signature of N-L-T-R in tengwar. The letter is written fully in Quenya. To Validriel comes the exact same message, carried by a white dove. It is adressed to both her and Galadriel.
Hír Elrond Eärendillion and Híril Validriel, Híril Galadriel beneath Moon and Star, beneath the light of the Sun and the winds of Manwë, I greet thee.
I hath taken a great decision this day. Months ago, I was introduced to the Tirin Kormi by Híril Unien, and received the Brooch from Híril Alassë[?]. I was told that there were other chapter houses of the Tirin in the other elven-lands beyond Imladris, and that I could align myself with any of them, should I so desire. I shall not hide from thee that my heart hast greatly desired to come to Lindon and settle there until the time of parting comes, and in this knowledge, Híril Unien has most graciously allowed me to dwell in Elostirion. But most recently, I have realized that, for now, my path lay away from the foam of Ulmo's vast sea-realm. The song of the Nimrodel is in my ears, and the murmur of the Celebrant appeases me, and the light and splendour of Laurelindórenan bring me memories of much warmth and merry hours passed in days of old. Lady Galadriel is the sole remaining blood of Finwë in Endor, granddaughter of Indis of my kindred; I feel doubly obliged to serve her. Though my elder oaths related to Fingolfin and not Finarfin, though I was released from them by the High King Ereinion Gil-galad, I feel inextricably bound to the house of the Noldor, ever a servant as I have always been. I have decided to lay myself under the servitude of Híril Galadriel and Master Guardian Validriel, and the chapter house of Lothlorien.
In other related news, I have made an advancement that I consider to be of some importance, relating to the suggestions of the employing of mirrors in the matter of the vampires of Mirkwood. I now believe it is possible. Though with other means, and other "mirrors"... I shall describe this best once I am before thee, and will bring this to Lorinol once I find him, to learn his thoughts in this.
I wish to speak to both Híril Validriel and Híril Galadriel my oaths of servitude as soon as my work allows. I am currently wandering the Naith, but any messages adressed to me will reach me easily through the usual channels.
I await a response from thee eagerly, and continue to work for the benefit of the Quendi and the Free Peoples,
Yours now and unto the Day of Days,
Nolëtáro Meneldil Khelekirion
The letter is written in terse, spare Quenya, and completely devoid of any flowery well-wishes or pleasantry. It reads as follows:
To: Noletaro, Validriel
From: Lorinol Noldo
Date: 06 July
Regards: Common Khazad-Dum lamps: description and most likely finding places
The Lamps of Khazad Dum
A comprehensive description of all the lamps used in Khazad-Dum proved impossible since there is no record of all the models that were produced and because the Hadhod were inventive in creating a variety of lamps based on a more or less standard design, ranging from small to large.
What was often done was to produce a Lamp (the light-source proper) separately from the artefact used to hold it for display (the Lantern). The Lamps themselves were austere and functional (it was difficult enough to make them at all it seems) whereas the Lanterns were often beautifully crafted and made of precious metals. For our purposes it is relevant that the Lamps contained no precious materials but instead consist of a spherical crystal in a bronze setting.
The make of lamp we will be most likely to find
Given the nature of the end of the dwarvish occupancy of Khazad-Dum, it is more than likely that any working Lamps will have been smashed, Lamp and Lantern, during or immediately after the expulsion of the Hadhod, so that a search for them will in all probability prove fruitless.
I believe our best hope lies in locating a Lamp without Lantern that had not yet been filled but was kept as a spare. Not being lighted it would not have attracted immediate destruction, and after that it might well have escaped notice from the orcs as it had no beauty which they would wantonly destroy and contained no precious material which they could gather, and also seems to have been quite robust so that destroying one would have required some effort.
In addition I believe that we should look for a medium-size lamp rather than a large one, since a medium-size Lamp would certainly be portable whereas large Lamps might not be. In addition I fear that small Lamps might not be able to contain light of the strength and intensity we have in mind.
I have for that reason narrowed my search to medium-size Lamps of the most common type of which I copy a small painting from the records.
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Most likely locations to search
As noted, the Lamps we are looking for were not ornamental but rather the unadorned light-source of the more ornamental lanterns.
For that reason we cannot expect to find such lamps in the main halls or in the main passageways. We might find one in the upper levels where the stores were kept, or alternatively in or around the second deep where the workshops were, or the third deep where the forges were. On no account should we have to descend into the mines, as those were not used for storage and neither as workshops.
There are one or two points that need further study after we bring back the Lamp in order to make full use of it, but there is no need to delay the expedition into Khazad-Dum until they have been cleared up.
DM_Yavanna
06-07-2008, 16:35
A note from Elrond to Noletaro in equally elegant Quenya, the gist of which follows:
Esteemed Noletaro
It is with gratitude that I and our branch of the Tirnidri release you from your commitment to Imladris, so that you may place yourself at the service of the Lady of the Golden Wood. May you prosper in your new allegiance, and may your new Lady and Lord prosper by your service.
As I know that you care about all your kin of the Quendi, I am sure that you will be back in Imladris on one mission or another--or simply to visit--and you will be most welcome here.
Elrond Earondilion, Master of Imladris
Dark, silent and foreboding was the lost kingdom of the dwarves. Stirred dust rising from their steps and echoes reverberating from the heavier feet. Any slight hope of an uneventful search soon being put to rest as small pairs of light began appearing here and there. The party was set upon by the orcs and goblins; so it continued, only with short respites. Some of the areas were barricaded by the goblins themselves; the reason soon becoming clear as huge trolls charged at the party, only to retreat after light was brought before them. No clear route to the upper levels becoming evident, and with a limited supply of rations and a potentially endless search before them, they continued their effort in the general direction of the westward exit. The goblins never far from them; watching and harassing at every opportunity, no explanation evident other than their usual chaotic and destructive natures. The wounding strike of an arrow was soon to reveal more than random violence behind the acts of some of the goblins though. Following the trail the group came upon a chamber where at least some of the goblins had taken to organising them selves. The chamber itself was protected by many of them and only after a huge struggle were the party to learn that the goblins had been hoarding dwarven artefacts there. A search of the bounty soon revealed two lamps, one which looked promisingly like that which they sought. Gathering all else they could carry the group made haste further west and for the Hollin Gate.
//Next event in continuation will be on Saturday 26th July circa 1800 GMT.
DM Elessar
04-08-2008, 15:18
A short letter delivered to Eleri Craban-nim, currently visiting Lothlorien:
Mellon Eleri,
Your presence is requested at your soonest availability in Imladris. One of your charges, the young girl Karbi, also known as Vesp has harmed herself and very nearly taken her life. She is in a panic, and we are barely able to calm her. She states you as friend, and it may be, that you can have a positive influence that myself or the healers of the valley cannot.
Glorfindel
the-small-print
08-08-2008, 03:18
A stone dropped to the pit of Eleri’s stomach as she read the smooth, perfect tengwar of hir Glorfindel’s hand once more.
“…nearly taken her life…panic…”
But what might have befallen? There was only one fear that ran so deep that the girl would seek to destroy herself. Eleri’s eyes stung, and she glanced up at the waiting messenger.
“Hannon le. Boe enni lhu an dangweth, ae neth cenha o mae.”
The messenger nodded once, bowed and descended the rope ladder to the lawns below. So much to consider, so many to defend… and it began to seem as though she could not turn her back on any charge of care, for fear that that which was thought safest were to die in her absence. She sighed, and found a quill and parchment to write her reply.
“Hir Glorfindel,
I thank you truly for your informing me of this, though I fear I will not return to Imladris before the turning of the year. My duty lies with my people and the lands of the King, and of this must I think before all other concerns, lest balance be lost.
I grieve truly to hear of what mischief befalls in my absence, for this child, under whichever name she chooses, is dear to me and I would see no harm come to her. I can only surmise that she felt the threat of capture loomed too close to risk, for no other cause that I may imagine would lead her to harm herself so. She fears pain and death more than most do, yet her fear of capture is truly justified. In our shared time, the child whom you name Karbi has confided to me what punishment she would face in Umbar, were she ever to be returned there. The horror of it still haunts me, for I had not dreamed the depths of depravity to which the races of men may sink.
All that I may do, I feel, is to make two requests as they pertain to her. My first is that one who is wiling and capable might be charged with her care in my absence. Though such a task is neither simple nor wholly rewarding, my heart would be eased to know that I have not abandoned her without recourse.
Should you find such a one, this wisdom I would ask you to pass upon to them; her trust may not be won by goodness and sympathy alone, nor by the care of a parent to a child, speaking from high unto low. He who has brought her most grief in her life has done so under the guise of a father, and so such an approach will earn nought but hatred and resentment. Trust must be allowed rather than asked, by one who holds within herself enough surety and stability not to demand anything of her, but to offer friendship without thought of charity or a sense of duty. That one must hold only a respect and desire to see a wounded child become a strong and good-hearted woman, and the patience to see that she becomes so.
What she lacks is one whose mantle she may take up by her own choice, for a child who was taken young, but not so young that the teachings of her true parents are lost, knows and craves lightness of heart and goodwill. This being said, in her time as a slave of Umbar, twice was she offered love and friendship, and each time it was cruelly taken away from her and those who offered it murdered. So be not surprised if her tongue is harsh and she seeks to run from those who press friendship upon her; it is not only herself whom she seeks to protect by this distancing
That she has taken the name Karbi tells me much of her character, and it pulls at my heart, for it is the name of a dear friend for whose death she was unforgivably blamed. It tells me that she bears the hurt of that with her, a reminder that she is poison to those who love her, and in memory for her friend, whose life she was powerless to save. No blame may be laid to those who have called her by such a name, for they can not have known, but I would ask them to stop and never call her so again.
My second request may be simpler than the first, and yet it may also be vain. It is true, that she sees no need for a name that is false, and yet knows not what her name is in truth. Nimloth, I would name her, though its meaning is naught but symbolic; Arrow others have called her, and many tags beside. I have not had opportunity to find her true name, but my instinct and surmise tell me that she was high-born of Dol Amroth, and if her name is to be found then it will be there. She holds much store by what is true and what is false, and to be left without a true name to give herself gives her no identity that proves to her that she is not of Umbar; that the cruelty of that place was inflicted upon her from without and that there was something of more worth before. I believe strongly that if she is given back her past, then she will find a future, and so I beseech you to ask all you may of travellers from that land.
I guess the girl’s age to be not far from twenty, and from her tales I would tell that she became enslaved at a tender age, young enough to forget except in essence what had come before, but old enough not to accept the values of Umbar as truth. I would have you question any who may know what tales they know of children taken around their fifth year of life, born to a family whose blood was unquestionably of the West, and beg of them the names of any surviving kin, or at the very least the name of the child.
If any or all of this may be done, then my heart would be lightened greatly, and indeed one who offers little but harsh words and short comfort may in time become a valuable ally; one who knows the mindset of our foes almost as well as if she were of their closest kindred. Until then, I apologise that I can not be present to lift this burden from you.
With eternal gratitude,
Hiril Eleri, sell uin Hir Doronras ned Craban Nim o'r Taur-nu-fuin”
Pausing to look over the long pages she had written, Eleri looked down and sighed deeply, then laid aside her quill and unclasped from the end of one long, hazel-lit braid of hair the purest-white crow’s feather with its ornate silver grip; the mark of her House. She turned it in the candlelight, watching as the ribs of it took the golden flicker and laced it with silver, seeming to throw it back doubly make the skin of her hand glow like water under moonlight.
Raising the quill again, she penned.
“I enclose with this message a token, whose sentiment will be understood. Please, bear it well to her.”
On a midsummers eve, the elven smith Hiril Alvae Helcariel enters the halls of Hir Elrond in whos service she had remained since her arrival in Imaldris, and hands a bundle of reports written in tengwar to Hir Erestor. The writing is done precisely, but hints a note of arousal. As Erestors eyes fly over the the parchments that she had handed him, he looks at her pondering what to say.
The first parchment reads as follows (DM Elessar)
Hir Elrond,
your wisdom is my trust and your faith shall not be barren.
I am quite concerned about the Edain Karbi who has taken refuge in the valley.
This though is not only the result from the harm she has done to herself. I sense that this is connected to the dreadful time she must have lived through before she has entered the safety of the valley. It might have aswell been caused by the actions of a stranger, a human, who seems to have penetrated the borders of the valley and utterly terrified the girl. At least if one is to believe what the girl and the Rohirrim woman Eolun tell about this recent incident, and that I do.
This stranger seems to be after Karbi, though the true nature of what he seeks from her, or others he follows, is still hidden from me. The girl for sure thinks, that she is to be retrieved to face punishment in Umbar. As for the details on this incident, I would advice to question Eolun and Karbi about it. Furthermore I see the need that someone takes care of the condition of this unstable young Edain, who surprisingly speaks flawlessly Sindarin when enraged. A point that could back Hiril Eleris presumption that this Edain is from Dol Amroth.
And then, we have this human, who so easily has slipped into the valley unseen, right under our watchful eyes. I shall elaborate in another report why I do believe that this could had happened. Since this human also has seeked me.
The parchment is signed with a silverblue star next to the name “Alvae”.
The second parchment continues (DM Morgoth)
Hir Elrond,
your wisdom is my trust and your faith shall not be barren.
It is those days when things come into my grasp too easily, that my doubts about their qualities are greatest. At this moment it is hard to say if what has found me brought anything good or grief alone. And then, I can not keep this matter from thee, since it is troubling me greatly. And as I see it, it endangers us all.
On my journey back from the forrest of Eryn Vorn I took rest and shelter in one of the Dunedain camps. After nightfall I wandered up a hill to find peace in the light of the stars, when I strongly felt that I was watched by someone. I soon spotted a dark hooded figure stalking after me, when I walked to a narrow passage to get the upper hand, just in case it intended any harm. Though the human that had followed me, was hardly surprised by this move. Thus I presume that he must have been following me earlier. Asked why he was seeking me, he started to remind me of my concerns for an Elf and a Perian, directing the conversation towards Hir Elcamring and the Hobbit Bingo Sandybanks. His knowledge about the events involved was unsettling, and yet he seemed merely to be a servant to the power that moves behind this scheme.
The human bore one of the palantir shards that have so unnervingly altered Hir Elcamring and our former close relation. He willingly handed it to me on demand, though I fear the worst for the Perian, since he was keeping that shard when I had seen him last. The hooded human then made clear, that either way, the shard would only bring pain and grief, be it allowed to be reunited with the other parts or not. If any truth is to be read out of his words, the damage seems already to be done, leaving only the question how many it will affect. And before the human vanished into utter darkness that suddently covered him like a cloak, he did not forget to send greetings to the girl Karbi, who resides in the valley.
The parchment is signed with a silverblue star next to the name “Alvae”.
The third parchment elaborates the following (DM Yavanna)
Hir Elrond,
your wisdom is my trust and your faith shall not be barren.
The council is well aware about my feelings regarding the human depradations on the island of Himling, and I would like to state here again that this should be stopped lastingly. The plundering though still continues and thus I have assigned a number of trustworthy humans to keep an eye on the various, though mostly Tharbadian activites on the island.
One of these men has proved valuable greatly over the past month, and not more then three weeks ago, he has made an urgent contact with me. When I met him in Bree, accompanied by Hir Tindomeon and Hiril Elenuial, he showed an ancient eldar scabbard to us that was inscribed with Noldorin poetry. We soon gathered that the text on the scabbard must have been inscribed soon after the old lands had sunken beneath the sea.
The text directed us to the woods of Eryn Vorn in the very south of Harlindon, right in the shadow of the Ered Luin. Not surprisingly Tharbadian mercenaries lead by a scholar were alread on the way to that dark wood. They had gotten knowledge of a hidden treasure under the forrest, but thanks to my contact, we were well aware of their ambitions. The scholar had recovered a silvery blade from Himling, that I assume is now in the hands of the greedy mayor of Tharbad or someone even worse. The superstition of those humans and some apt actions by Elenuial, Tindomeon and myself made the men leave the forrest quickly, though unfortunatly two of them attacked us and faced a bitter end.
After some time we found what we were seeking, well hidden, and even the better protected. May Yavanna be blessed. We soon decended into an ancient place, that the humans had believed to be a Naugrim hoard. On the contrary though we found elven structures, again inscribed with Noldorin texts that spoke of a place that was build to contain. If it were those horrors of the ancient time, that we faced down there I can not say. But we also found remnants of a battle that had taken place there long ago. A battle where Eldar and Naugrim alike had fallen. If as foes or allies, we could not make out.
For days, we were exploring the maze of corridors deep under the forrest, and more then once, terrifying creatures of the ancient time assailed us. In all that dust and remnants of battles, we found some precious ancient items. Amongst those were shattered pieces of dark metal, with surprisingly still sharp edges. Parts of a curved blade, that had been broken by immense force. At this point I instantly became aware that those dark metal shards are from an ancient blade forged by Eöl, the mastersmith who had dwelled in Nan Elmoth during the first age. Since long have I studied the few sketches of his works and all the scarce lore that is left about his life and the destiny of his craft. But never had I dreamed to hold or study one of his makings in my own hands.
Now that we have returned safely from this place, we should consider exploring it further, since I doubt we have seen more then half of what is left from this structure, nor do we know of its real purpose or what other artifacts it might hold. And more concerning is the thought, that sooner or later, those and other men might return to seek that place again. I for now shall start to study those metal shards, I wonder what secrets they will tell us about the ancient craftsmanship.
The parchment is signed with a silverblue star next to the name “Alvae”.
MilouOpo
28-01-2009, 19:31
Letter is delivered to no other than Elrond of Imladris and written with thin elegant hand.
Hir Elrond Peredhil, Lord of Imladris,
I bring you ill news from East and a piece of a puzzle that is beyond me.
Shadow’s grip has grown hard and clutched former dwarven hold, Silverdelve of Ered Mithrin more firmly than I could have foreseen. Bogmar, apprentice of the dwarven loremaster Ren, has taken his unexpected breakthrough with Aulë’s tome to his early grave. The foe I encountered there while learning this hasn’t left me other options, but a need to prepare my return very carefully. Burden of that confrontation troubles me, but I shall make haste as soon as I am able to travel securely.
I dare not say more with this letter for the delicate nature of the news. Expect me within fortnight after this letter reaches the valley.
Yours,
Elcamring of Uichith
Illustration of bright blue star over a mist covered isle is emblazoned next to the signature
MilouOpo
16-07-2009, 00:10
Which affiliates of Tirin Kormi are still active? PM me and I will make one post of them within one week
MilouOpo
24-07-2009, 22:45
Soft, rustling sound of quill dancing over parchment caught the attention of keen eyed squirrel. It was climbing upwards along a big tree and looking at a bird that flew across the beautiful valley filled with flowers, trees and a small twirling river. The bird landed gently on a branch just outside of one of the tall windows of Imladris' library and sat on it for a while, observing an important looking elf whom was writing with clear flowing hand.
"...Alasse... ...Elcamring... ...Elenuial... ...Eleri... ...Hirilorn... ...Tindomean... ...Valduil... ...Vinduil."
As the words didn't much mean anything to the bird, it jumped off, circled couple of times around the tall tree and flew onwards, plunging under the arching bridge and towards the small shallow were small fish liked to nibble watergrass. Squirrel didn't actualy mind much about the bird either, but the important looking elf usually had all kinds of nuts on the table by the window.
Stroking its whiskers the squirrel skipped closer keeping an eye on the elf whom was now pouring fine sand over the parchment. All that never ceased to amaze the squirrel and it quickly moved under the branch as it knew what was coming next. It heard a sharp blow and saw a small puff of light brown dust flying out from the window. Taking a deep breath the squirrel pranced quickly towards the opening now. This usually was the time for it. Looking in from the window it did see the small bowl, but not a single nut nor acorn. The squirrel stared at the preoccupied elf for a brief moment and hopped back to the branch again, trotting disappointedly higher to the tree.
Had the squirrel stayed it would have only witnessed how the elf was muttering in sindarin and pacing back and forth in the study. Glancing at the parchment for a one final time he decided to pick up the quill again. The elf nodded as if agreeing to himself and inscribed few words more:
"Of Aphadrim Giliath; Canith Nain and Maenthaliel" he raised the quill in hesitation and added the last word quickly; "Eriolon."
After that the Elf quickly sanded the parchment, folded it to a one third and sealed it. Grabbing one of the fine honey dipped walnuts from the first drawer of his desk he straigtened his robes, made his way out from the library and towards the study of the Lord of the Valley.
Wonder_Horse
07-09-2009, 18:19
Should this thread be up with Gray Company and such so that it dont get burried (please)?
Yep Champ, this thread should be turned into a "sticky".
It seems like Milou wanted to take care of the guild, or at least replenish its members to show up and take action. As it is now unsure if he will be back and to what degree he wanted to manage the Tirin, I would ask, who of DMs or Playerbase would be willing to take this position (I do not mean as Tirin Leader or whatsoever, but the one who keeps this thread going, and organizes events, meetings etc.)
What about Ptolemy? TSP? You both have PCs with longer ties then any of the other Players to the Tirin, any interest?
btw. my PC Alvae is also member of the Tirin Kormi, as I suppose so are a few other PCs that have not sent Milou a PM at the time he made that inquiry.
Edit: And as I browse through the names, I see a fair number of PCs that should be members already rather then Aphadrim *bonks Canith*
Validriel
09-09-2009, 17:29
Behind the Lady, golden leaves fell lazily, catching glints from the sunlight that shone through the great mallyrn branches.
“The watchers of the wells of power and the keepers of the solemn secrets have well-slumbered through these recent seasons whilst dangers have been few and observed with relative ease. But now, my envoy, new enemies gather strength unto themselves, and greater mysteries reveal themselves, and it is time for the watchers and keepers to renew their commissions so that all which must be protected can be protected.”
Galadriel reached out her arm and touched Validriel’s shoulder as she knelt.
“Go to Imladris. Speak these things to the Guardians. Share the concerns of Caras Galadhon, but offer our commitment as well. And present yourself in service to this end, if the stars so favour you as I expect they do.”
The elf-maid turned the gold band on her left ring finger with her right hand — felt the imprint of the three interlocking circles — lifted her head, looked squarely into the Queen’s eyes, and nodded solemnly.
It had been too long since she sat in the company of the wisest of that order. As she turned to make preparations for the journey, she began assessing those many grievous matters to which they would soon have to turn their best talents.
Celas Ma'fel
29-10-2009, 14:08
It would be very nice to see Tirin Kormi going active once again. :)
Wonder_Horse
29-10-2009, 17:08
Indeedy!
Wonder_Horse
03-12-2009, 09:19
Maethoraglar returned from his duties and let himself fall upon the bed, his mind turning to the discussion of the night before between Hir Elrond, Elcamring and Alvae. Too many questions remained unanswered and the concern of the lore masters had been obvious. In particular they had turned their thought for the purpose behind the spirit binding bowls, of Southern origin, being taken on a path northwards in the general direction of Angmar. Even more puzzling was why one had seemingly been broken near a small village in Minhiriath and the other in a forgotten Keep in the mountains to the north of the Rhudaur. Both relatively quiet areas of no apparent interest or value and so hard to fathom what motive there was to release evil spirits there.
Subsequent to the last alliance of men and elves and his voluntary stationing with a force of men of Gondor just inside the borders of Near Harad, he recalled coming across talk of binding spirits as in the manner of the bowls recently found. He leaned to the side of the bed and poured himself a little wine, taking small sips and savouring it as he mused that he had paid little attention to the detail of such things then and so it will no doubt be again; for the wise it is to delve in the mystery through thought, and for the soldier to follow such instruction as followed through action. Sipping the last of the wine, he lay back on the pillow and closed his eyes, drifting off to elvish sleep.
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