View Full Version : The Grey Company - Tales of Rangers of the North
Dakota Strider
21-02-2007, 17:15
This thread is dedicated to the Dunedain that roam, mostly unknown and unrecognized throughout the land, helping the free people of Middle Earth and their allies. While our deeds go unnoticed by most, a log is kept by Captain Bence in the makeshift outpost our brethren have been manning north of Tharbad. He is our main contact with our countrymen and women that still guard the borders of our homeland to the North.
Since we are a loose-bound organization, correspondence amongst each other will most likely be limited to chance meetings while on our patrols, or through our contacts with Captain Bence.
Tirinhir - aka Lance Karrigan, Ranger of the North
Dakota Strider
21-02-2007, 18:07
Captain Bence,
As you know from our last discussion, I have been spending some time in the Valley of Imladris, in the company of our fair allies. Events have been unfolding rapidly, and I must inform you of several things that will be of interest to our cause.
First of all, it has been decided that I must expand my search for information regarding the object that I had come to be responsible for. If your efforts to learn anything of this has born any fruit, it will be most helpful. I hope to see you in person before my departure, so anything you know of this can wait until then.
But of more immediate importance, I must inform you of an event that has all of Rivendell enraged; a foul murder of one of their guardians, upon the very doorstep of the valley. I was present when the alarm was raised, and was one of the ones that was first upon the scene. As fate would have it, I was the only skilled tracker available, and so I led one of Elrond's officers on the trail of the killers that led us to Bree, then Tharbad, and then west, where from all appearances, they boarded a ship.
The two were on foot for the many leagues between the Ford of Bruinen and Bree. I do not need to tell you, that after following such a trail for so long, you can learn very much about your quarry. The killers were undoubtably two women. Due to what I saw of their tracks, and descriptions the guards of both Bree and Tharbad provided us, I am certain I would recognize either of them should I come across them.
Also, before the murder of the elven guard, reports were filtering into the valley, from travellers about a pair of women. One of these women is one that has become known to some in the area of Bree and Tharbad. A young woman, of unknown origin, named Krystell. As your other sources have probably informed you, this young woman frequents the taverns and is often very flamboyant. More importantly, of the pair I tracked for so long, one of the women was definitely Krystell's size. This Krystell, and the other woman were seen to be near Imladris, not long before the murder occurred.
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Captain Bence, a new development in the murder of the elven guard has just happened. One of the valley's officers apprehended a human woman that she witnessed attacking sylvan watcher camps in the Mirkwood. She subdued this woman, and brought her to Imladris, where I was asked to participate in the questioning, due to my familiararity of the killers I had gained from following their trail. From my observation of this woman, and the soles of her armored shoes, I am certain this was one of the murderers.
The woman was questioned by none other then Lord Elrond himself, as well as other high ranking elves. She seemed to be insane, and she openly despised the elves. She spoke with a foreign accent, and had poisons, as well as Morgul charms in her possession. But most shocking to me, was her appearance. For a moment, when I first saw her, I thought she was Anna, the woman you know I have travelled with on several occassions from Tharbad.
It is now, that your words of caution about Anna caused me to remember another coincidence. The young woman Krystell who I mentioned, I have seen in the company of this Anna on several occassions. Krystell appears to look up to Anna, and treats her with respect I have not seen her show anyone else she speaks to. And there have been times, the two have excused themselves from my company, to speak alone. This Krystell, I believe is dangerous, from all I have heard, and now I question her involvement with Anna. It is possible, it is strictly of the same business that Anna openly conducts with other travellers, but now I wonder. I have learned that coincidence is rarely happenchance.
Sir, I believe we have a golden opportunity to earn some good will with our elven allies, if we could aid in finding this Krystell, and bring her to Imladris for questioning. It is possible she is not the one we seek, but too many signs point to her. In the aid of this, I will offer 1000 gold crowns from my own funds, to offer as reward to any that will aid in her safe capture so she may be brought to Rivendell. This should aid in changing the hearts of some of her supposed friends or allies, that may otherwise hold their tongues regarding this.
As for Anna, perhaps our eyes that watch her, need to pay more attention to others that she has frequent dealings with. She may have no involvement in these events, but your words of caution regarding her now ring true to me.
I hope to see you in person soon, and will keep you informed of my findings.
Your faithful countryman
Lance Karrigan
Dakota Strider
24-02-2007, 07:11
Captain Bence,
The elves have managed to capture the second of the two that fled from the murder of the Elven Guardian ourside of Imladris. It was as suspected, the strange young woman who had only recently started associating in the Bree and Tharbad region, Krystell. Through questioning, which was done with the most gentle techniques by the elves, some interesting information has been confirmed. (I suspect, that if any elves or their allies were captured by the ones these two work with, they would not be treated nearly so kindly). Krystell confirmed that the other prisoner was the one that murdered the elven guard, as well as identifying her as Moia, a name that has been heard by some. More importantly, Krystell proved to be linked to "Anna the smith" of Tharbad, and revealed that her true name is Illyanna, and is most likely from Umbar, the same as the elves' two prisoners.
Through lengthy questioning, as well as Lord Elrond's presence to detect when Krystell tried to evade the truth, we determined that she had performed differernt jobs for Illyanna, around the Bree/Tharbad region. Some petty bandits were killed for apparently crossing Illyanna, and documents were stolen out of the Shire for some purpose. This Illyanna is obviously as ruthless, as she is clever to have operated in Tharbad so long.
There was obviously more that Krystell could have revealed in time, but the elven healers feared for her mental stability, as she did not take capture well. She was released outside of the valley just a few days after her arrival, with a full bag of gold, for her inconvience, as well as for selling out the identity of Moia, and of Illyanna, and confirming she was not as she seems. Of course, she started moving westwards as soon as she was free, so she is likely going to try to warn Illyanna, and perhaps save herself from severe punishment or execution for her betrayal. But, she had not slept or ate the entire time in the valley, and she was on foot. I am confident that the rider that carries this will reach your camp many days ahead of her.
I am unable to go to Tharbad at this time however. Unfortunately, my identity will be known to Illyanna's agents, so any chance of moving about unnoticed would be compromised. Also, as I have mentioned, I have been asked to perform a task for Imladris, and I do not believe I can turn it down. I know you have contacts in the city, as well as some of our own men that are present. If you should decide to try to capture this woman from Umbar, to question her, I must caution that those involved excerise extreme caution. I have seen her skills in the arcane, and who knows what allies she has available. If she tries to flee, I am guessing she may try to go by ship, but there is no guarantee she would do what is expected. Perhaps the most prudent course, would be to just increase the surveilance you have on her, and see what more we can learn about her allies.
As for Krystell, she is obviously a criminal, but she was given amnesty for all her crimes by Lord Elrond, in return for naming Moia as the murderer and identifying Illyanna. Granted, many or all of her crimes she may have committed were not against elves, so were not really under Lord Elrond's power to pardon. However, for the sake of our friendship with those of the valley, I suggest we honor that pardon, and not persecute her for her past misdeeds. But I would suggest increased surveilance of her, by our eyes and ears in the region. If she should cross the line, we can be free to act to take appropriate measures to protect the innocent citizens we watch over.
The condition of the murderer, Moia, suggests a very unstable mind, possibly touched by the Dark One himself somehow. Some of the most powerful elven healers are going to attempt to remove this madness and relieve her pain. Perhaps then, we may learn even more of why these three (and possibly more) are here from Umbar. Since they do plan to heal her, if that succeeds, I fear there will be no further punishment, so the elves will be releasing one that has killed many innocents loose. Hopefully their methods will work, and Moia will be a changed person afterwards. But having never witnessed such a thing before, I must express my doubts. You may want to prepare your rangers to be on the watch for her as well. As for what she looks like, as I mentioned before, very much like Illyanna, except Moia is a soldier or at least a trained fighter of some type.
I shall stay in contact with you, Captain, though I am not sure the next time I will be able to report in person. I am not sure how far away, or how long my task for the elves will take.
Your faithful countryman,
Lance Karrigan
Dakota Strider
04-03-2007, 15:07
Captain Bence,
Once again, I must report on the developments from Imladris, as the repercussions concern a much larger region then just the valley itself. Mainly, it concerns the murderer Moia, and the ones that she is associated with. Apparently their reach is longer then was originally expected, as they have struck out against elven interests to the west of the Shire.
What I speak of is the kidnapping of an elven guide, named Eladwen, who was captured as she returned east from Mithlond. The leader of the band of brigands that captured her was actually an orc. The purpose of this bold attack, was to use the prisoner as leverage to secure the release of Moia. Apparently this Eladwen must be more valuable to the elves then I could imagine, because Hir Elrond authorized the trade, even though it meant releasing a criminal thought to have been directly responsible for the death of dozens of elves.
I was in Imladris when the word of this capture was learned, a message that was written by Illyanna . Since the trade was to be made far from the valley, I was asked to accompany an elven commander, Hiril Marlynna. The journey itself was uneventful, the prisoner was kept subdued by an elven sorceror of some apparent power. We avoided any settlements, circling east and south of Tharbad, to an area along the main road that was surrounded by hills.
Wary of an ambush, Marlynna sent me to scout the area. I located the enemy camp, and the aforementioned orc that commanded them. This creature was large, even for one of the southern tribes that we know are used by our enemies. He was well equipped, however his armor appeared to be of stolen Gondor origin, so I was unable to discern any identifying marks on it. The men, and I use this term loosely to describe those that would follow such a beast, were Dunlanders and they seemed to willingly follow the orc's orders. We have known for some time that many of the Dunlendings were hostile towards the elves, and towards the men of Rohan and Gondor, but I had never suspected that there were some that would openly align themselves with orc-kind.
I was able to move close enough to this orc, that I was tempted to attack him and eliminate what I estimated to be an important member of Illyanna's network. However, the elven prisoner was closely guarded, and such an attack would have jeopardized her life. So, detecting no other enemy hiding in ambush, I returned to report to Marlynna. The trade was made, and Eladwen was surprisingly unharmed. Once the elves were safely enroute back to Imladris, I took my leave to attempt to follow the enemy, to see what I could learn, and possibly take any opportunity that may present itself to damage them. They fled west towards the plains of Minhiriath and the Gwathlo' river. Since the flatlands offered little cover for me to use, I attempted to circle around to the smuggler's harbor, where we have known Moia to have used before, and attempt an ambush of my own.
However, they took another route, and after a long wait, I travelled back to where I had left their trail. I followed it a ways further west, until it finally intersected the river far west of where the sea-going ships normally docked. I found signs of a small boat, that they must have used to row out to a larger vessel.
Captain, it is obvious this Illyanna's network may be larger then we could have guessed. Since we believe she is from Umbar, it takes little imagination to guess that she receives aid from that source. However, for them to be able to move in the area east of the Grey Havens, with an orc no less, must mean that they have the area well scouted, and most likely may have traitors in their employ that hide them. Also, the elven routes to the west are a secret the elves hold dear, so I have to wonder how they were able to find this elven guide, in what must have been a planned capture.
Also, the significance of their Dunlending allies cannot be dismissed. The well-known hostility of some Dunlendings seems to have turned to active aggression against our allies. I would suggest even further scrutiny of their actions, and with who they deal with. Perhaps this may lead to information that will lead to capture of Illyanna and her agents.
I know that most of our presence in the region is to observe, and serve as guard to the Chieftain. However, it is my opinion that events are moving at a pace that may require more active involvement on are part. I ask that in your next correspondence with Commander Halbarad in Annuminas, to request he send as many rangers from protecting the border as he can spare. Even if he is hesitant to send his veterans, some of the younger of our brethren would be welcome. I would gladly help train any that were to come join us in the south, and I am sure my old intructor Wanderer would welcome the chance to pass on her wisdom as well. My thought is we could form an elite band of rangers that may be able to act to change events in the region, rather then just observe.
Your faithful countryman
Lance Karrigan
Dakota Strider
23-04-2007, 17:43
Captain Bence,
While I expect to deliver this report to you in person, the seriousness of the news I bear requires me to put it in writing and send via courrier to increase the odds of you receiving it, in case something happens to me.
It is with deep shame and regret, I must report that I encountered the enemy agent Illyanna south of Carrock, and not only was I unable to capture or kill her, but fell victim to her sorcery. When the blackness she called from the Void encompassed me, I was certain I had drawn my last breath in this world. But I awoke, bound securely as her prisoner, although the pains of her spell still wracked my body, and I felt closer to death than life.
How long she questioned me, I cannot say. I do not recall telling her anything that she wished to know, even when she applied the red hot iron to my flesh. But in the state I was in, there is no guarantee that my tongue did not slip as I slipped in and out of consciousness.
In the end, I guess I should be thankful for Illyanna's extreme hatred of me. I was certain that she was going to have me delivered to agents that would have taken me to her superiors for further interogation, or worse. Or in the least, that she would end my life by her own hand. But apparently she did not have the time to devote to the death she felt I deserved, and in the end deposited me in a cave that was the home of an ice drake. It was her hope, that I endure prolonged suffering before the beast finally consumed me. The Valar must have decided to show me mercy, as the drake did not awaken when I tumbled down the shaft into its lair. I was able to crawl into a small corner, that was filled with the rubble from a past cave in, and behind the frozen rocks and ice shards, my body heat was shielded from the drake. Also, the necromancy Illyanna had used to disable me, did not cause physical wounds, so there was no scent of blood to attract the large predator. Using a jagged rock, I was eventually able to cut through the rope that bound me. After that, it was a matter of waiting a couple days for the drake to leave the cave to go hunting, before I attempted to climb out myself.
I won't go through the details of my trek through the wilderness. I did make my way east, and was found by some of Lorien's guards near the Celebrant. It was my goal to reach the Goldenwood, and warn the elven maiden Dianiel of the danger she was in. Apparently, my affection for her, had become known to Illyanna, and was confirmed when she went through my possessions and found some of Dianiel's writings amongst them. The witch had vowed she would capture the elf, as her last words to me. Unfortunately, Dianiel was away, accompanying some of the court on a visit to Thranduil's halls. The most I could do, was pass my warning on to the commander, and received assurance that all vigilance would be taken in protecting her. After receiving some healing, which gave me some new vitality, but did not remove all of the pain from the spell that still wracked my body, I was given a ride up to the Ford of Carrock, where I continued my journey to Imladris to report what had befallen me.
There is some good news that happened due to my defeat, however. Illyanna either in an attempt to goad me into talking, or just in an attempt to hurt me further, slipped a few hints that may be useful in uncovering her network and plans in the region. Apparently, she has further plans that are based in the Shire, as she ridiculed us for not using the information we had gained during the questioning of Krystell. Another thing, which I confirmed, she is of Numenereon blood, although not sure how this will benefit us, accept to give us a better understanding of our enemy.
(continued)
Dakota Strider
23-04-2007, 17:56
I managed to arrive in Rivendell, just hours before the council of nations you had asked me to attend. I am sure you will hear reports regarding most of what transpired, so I will just touch on the highpoints. The weapons you asked me to inspect are indeed lethal and of dark design. I was asked by Hir Elrond, and the council to ask for the aid of the Dunedain and whatever agents we have, to gain intelligence about the creator of these blades. I did notice, a small symbol etched into each of the blades, which may be the mark of the smith. Look for other weapons, or perhaps other smithed goods, that have this on them: x + x . I know it is not much to go on, but I believe capturing or eliminating this person could aid our cause greatly, for he cannot be permitted to continue the manufacture of such weapons.
The alliance on the eastern border of the region, does appear to be a positive step. Both Imladris and Lothlorien promised aid to help our eastern neighbors. As we agreed, I promised Dunedain aid in the form of funds to help pay for the equipment, training, and provisioning of the force that is to be raised.
Currently, I am awaiting council with some of the elven leaders, to discuss what I learned about Illyanna. As soon as I have completed this, I shall be heading to the Shire, to seek out clues regarding her scheme. I will pass by your camp, enroute, and fill in any details I may have missed.
Your Faithful Countryman
Lance Karrigan
LongEarMage
16-05-2007, 22:49
To the Chieftain, the Captain, and my brethren do I, Haragost, son of Elegos, send greetings:
I met a young woman named Vesp today on the Great East Road outside of Bree. She sought help in clearing Weathertop of the hobgoblins, which I gave. During the course of the removal, she used an odd word for goblin: snaga.
After the ruins had been emptied of hobgoblins, she and I returned to Bree. After selling her loot and giving me part of the gold, we went into the Prancing Pony. There we entered a discussion on her use of the word snaga. This started a long discussion/argument on the black speech, sindarin (which she can also speak), as well as a language that vaguely resembles the Westron speech that all tend to use.
We also discussed elves, and the fact that she had both attacked and been attacked by Elves. She harbors resentment towards Elves, Men and basically everyone trying to care or be helpful.
Now we come to an interesting part of the story. I later came upon her talking to another one of us, and we started talking about her experiences, and where she had learned her philosophies. I believe that she was taken by the Black Ones some time ago.
So it came to pass that she sought to stay with "our side" as she put it. An Elf guided her, another woman and myself to Rivendell. She consented to be put into a deep sleep past the Last Bridge and was carried into the Valley.
I think she is safe there. The healers consented to tend to her, but we're awaiting the word of the Lords of the Valley. I believe that Vesp is a confused young woman, taken by Dark Powers and twisted into what she is today. I believe with the healers of Rivendell and the beauty of the Valley her mind and spirit will mend.
If you meet her, introduce yourself. She will need friends in the time ahead.
H
P.S. - She looks remarkably like us. She may bear watching. Winds of the Sea lift your steps.
Dakota Strider
25-05-2007, 16:32
Captain Bence,
I have returned from my scouting mission on the Isle of Tolfolas a few weeks earlier then expected, but I have some news to report that may have more ramifications for our region, rather then the southern border of Gondor.
As you know, The Knights in the White City have had some concerns about enemy activity on the large island in the Ethir Anduin for some time, but have been unable to discovery exactly what the enemy's true intentions are there. On previous trips I have made with some of our elven allies, we have seen some signs of the enemy, but most were washed away by the constant rains, and the rapid growth of the vegetation. As of yet, they have not dared to construct any type of base, or perhaps the savageness of the creatures have been more then they were prepared to deal with. Yet, we have seen enough, to know they continue to send ships to the island with scouting parties, so we know they seek something.
On my most recent trip, I decided to try a different strategy then we tried in the past. I commissioned a small ship from the port of Dol Amroth and had them drop me off near the small harbor that seems to be the only safe place for large ships to dock on Tolfolas. The crew was to return for me in a month, rather then wait for me. I then donned my old armor, that had been modified to look like that of a lower officer of Nurn, and did a quick search around the shores of the island with the borrowed horse I had brought with me. Finding nothing to indicate any recent landing, I returned to the harbor and set up camp in as safe a spot as I could find and waited.
It was in the second week of my vigil that a ship approached in the dead of night, and pulled up to the small dock that had been constructed there in times past. On closer inspection I was able to see it flew the colors of a ship that has frequented the Tharbad harbor. Besides the sailors that were securing the ship's moorings, and getting off to replenish fresh water, two people got off the ship, a man and woman, each well armored. As they approached the bluff I had made my lookout on, I hailed them, and made my introduction. By now, having not shaved since leaving Imladris, my beard looked quite scruffy, nevermind the muck of the jungle my "uniform" had acquired. They seemed to readily accept my story of being shipwrecked on the isle, and being the last survivor.
However, they did seem to be of a rather suspicious nature, not uncovering their faces, and being of rather hostile demeanor, so I kept my face covered as well, and maintained my disguise. They claimed to be hunters, and looking for sport, and even when I tried to discourage them from hunting on this island because of the dangers, they were persistant in insisting they needed to travel across the island for game. I asked if I could ride back on the ship with them, but was told I must either pay for passage in gold, or contribute my knowledge of having survived on the island for several weeks as a guide. Knowing full well the dangers of the jungle's denizens, it was not hard for me to act reluctant in accepting the position as guide, although it was what I was hoping for.
It was easy to see that the woman was the leader of the two, and when the man appeared to be getting a bit too talkative, she quickly silenced him. The man called himself Ryan, though I have no doubt it was false. When I asked the woman's name, she merely said I should call her Mistress, which confirmed to me, they were not from anywhere in our part of the world. Although they claimed to be game hunters, when I described what I knew of the island, instead of travelling to the area where I told them was the largest number of wild beasts, the woman decided she would rather travel to the place where I described some old ruins. It was not long before we met some of the permanent residents of Tolfolas, some of the deformed creatures that vaguely resembled huge misshapened cats. The woman proved to be a most skilled warrior, and fought almost as savagely as the beasts that attacked us. The man, while obviously skilled with weapons as well, did not seem as well equipped nor as eager to engage our attackers. Instead he used his bow, and made no attempt to hide the fact he was using arrows dipped in venom.
When we reached the opening to the ruins, we found the remains of a long dead soldier of Nurn, which I readily claimed to have been one of my former companions. They seemed to show little care of this, but were eager to enter the dark building we had found. I kept my thoughts to myself, but they were obviously not hunters, they did not even consider skinning the animals we had killed, or to take any trophies, even though the beasts were quite formidable. I continued to do my best to make myself useful, in hope they might have given an indication of what their true purpose on the island was. So, when we entered, what turned out to be a long twisting maze, I pointed out a few traps in the path, so they would further gain trust in me.
The maze proved to be the home of two types of very hostile creatures. My thoughts are they both may have been some type of troll, as they stood on two legs, although were both monstrous in appearance. The most numerous type had the visages of wild bulls, and fought with weapons and much ferocity. We were almost over-whelmed a couple times, and all of us took heavy wounds, though I fared better then the two of them. The man actually fell under one onslaught, and needed some time to recover after we fought off the bull men. Finally, the woman decided that whatever it was she was seeking was not in the ruins, and made to look for a way out. When we did, it turned out that we had come out on almost the far north east edge of the island, and had to either explore a new jungle to make our way back to the ship, or go back through the ruins, and brave the troll kin that defended it. Neither of them seemed to relish the thought of back-tracking through that, so we pushed onward.
It was then, we met the great cats, that I had tried to warn them against hunting. Almost supernaturally stealthy, the huge felines pounced upon us from the least likely places of concealment. A couple of them fell to our blades, but it became clear that we were going to be overwhelmed. An attempted retreat was doomed, as the tigers were faster and seemed to be all over. My two "companions" were slowed by their heavy armor and soon fell. However, I was able to lure the cats away from the bodies and by first taking to the tree branches, and later to some steep cliffs, I was able to escape the carnivores and make my way back to where the two of them had fallen.
It is now, where I discovered that which is of most interest from my mission. After making sure they were both stable, and not in danger of immediately sinking closer to death, I began to search the bodies of the two of them. Upon removing their hoods, I discovered the woman was none other then Moia, the one that had been a prisoner in Imladris for a time. The man I did not recognize, but he had the looks of a man from the south. I will describe him to you better when I am able to speak to you in person.
I had mentioned to you before how Hiril Marlynna had described the tattoo the elven healers had found on Moia, looked exactly the same as the one Illyanna used as a branding iron. Since I needed to loosen their armor to tend to their wounds, I took the liberty of verifying this, and saw the tattoo over the heart on the Moia. On a hunch, I checked the man and found the same tattoo in the same spot. I feel strongly, that this is more then a coincidence, and is some type of insignia, that may be used to uncover others they associate with. Searching through their possessions, I was dissappointed to find few documents that might tell more about themselves, though I did find on the person of Moia, a letter granting her audience to the Vizier in Umbar, and a manifest of ships in the port of Umbar. This may prove useful in watching ships that travel near our region, to know which ones may be carrying contraband or spies from that nest of vipers. Other then that, I found on each, several items that were obviously touched by Shadow, but nothing of overwhelming power. As I mentioned before, Moia had some very good equipment. On closer examination, her armor appeared to be of high quality Gondorian, that had been altered to a degree. Almost as troubling, but not surprising is she carried a cloak of the Tharbad Watch.
Each carried some tokens of various places they had apparently visited or perhaps served. Most curious to me, was the symbol of the White Tower in Isengard, and how they would have that. One other thing they each had in common, was they each carried a key, which appeared to be used for the same lock. I wish I had the means to make a mold, but unfortunately, was not prepared for that possibility.
Now knowing for certain these two were enemies, I had a small dilemna of what to do with them. I was pretty confident, I could have made my way back safely to the ship without them, by avoiding the beasts of the jungle. However, there was no guarantee that the ship's captain would have granted me passage without those two. Also, the thought occurred to me, that since they came from Tharbad, it may prove more beneficial to our cause, to allow them to return, and monitor their actions, so as to uncover more of their kind, and uncover what plots they may be scheming to do. So, it was with some reluctance, I returned their possessions as I found them, and healed them to recovery. (continued)
Dakota Strider
25-05-2007, 16:33
(continuation)
Eventually, we made it back to the ship, although not without great trouble, and they were eager to leave the island, rather then search its entire mass. I was mildly surprised they honored their promise to allow me to ride back with them on their ship, and soon we were back in Tharbad. It was there, they chose to go their seperate way, and gave me my dismissal. I of course followed them by going through back alleys and the shadows, and listened to some of their conversation. Nothing vital was learned here, except it only confirmed that Moia was the one in charge of these two, as she was clearly giving him orders. When they split up, I chose to follow Moia and she went to the Greyflood Inn, where she went to retire. It is my guess, she is a frequent occupant. We shall have to see if we can get a look at Matthas's books, to see how often she stays there, as well as other guests of questionable origin. Since the Greyflood is where the woman Illyanna was known to frequent quite often as well, I think this place will prove to a wealth of information if we know how to look.
Pass this information on to our brothers, and agents so as they know who they are looking for. I would suggest caution in attempting to apprehend Moia, unless success was assured. At this time, it may be more valuable for us to let her be observed, and see what she will lead us to. As soon as I am able to get a hot bath and a shave, I shall be travelling to the east, to pass this onto our allies in Imladris. I shall also be writing a message to be sent to the Knights in Minis Tirith as well, since this concerns them as well.
Your Faithful Countryman
Lance Karrigan
Lady Igraine
26-05-2007, 08:09
I very good post Dakota, it is a fine illustration why honest folk and gentle hobbits would do well to distrust the Rangers. The rumours that more of your disgusting kind are running around Arda is something MC may have to give some attention to :) .
Dakota Strider
01-06-2007, 14:11
Currently we have seen an increase of Dunedain coming down from our Northern borders to aid the Chieftain. Captain Bence has asked me that I gather them all from their patrols for a short time, and hold a meeting to pass on lore of the region and to learn each other's strengths. When you receive this notice please make your way to Bree and stay in the area until all have gathered.
Tirinhir
//OOC If you have a Dunedain character of any class, feel free to post on this thread, and introduce yourself. I am thinking perhaps the middle of next week, around June 5th as the time to meet, probably evening GMT, afternoon North America. Also, visit our channel on IRC #TheGreyCompany Please indicate what times or days work for all.
*A badger, weaving its way through the undergrowth, keeping undercover, finds its way to Captain Bence. On its leg a small leather cylindrical pouch within which is a note*
My captain,
All is quite at the borders of my station. Within there is no other concern apart from continuing rumours relating to the marsh of frogs, of which you are already aware and to that knowledge I have no more to add.
On other matters, I had reason to find myself in Tharbad the day before yester, where I came upon one Toman, a man from the jewel in the south whom I had also met in Bree. On this occasion upon his person was that which identified him as having aided us and thus I engaged him in conversation. He had on our first meeting asked how he could get to the far north, on this I had given him some guidance. It transpires that since then he had travelled to Forchol and what he reports is ill news. A beast he talked of, with form of goblin and head of hound, numbering many and setting upon the Lossoth. He claimed to have put this threat to rest with the aid of some others, but went on to mention unions of men and orcs. Such unions are not unheard of but when the same tale has in it mentioned Mount Gundabad I thought it worth bringing to your attention. It also seems that the Lossoth have been keeping some record of the history of Mount Gundabad in a tome, a tome now strangely in the hands of a hobbit, whom Toman was unwilling to name out of some loyalty. I am at a loss on the worth of all this information but present it to you for wiser minds to fathom any insights, should it be other than isolated incidents seeming to be co-ordinated by singular intent.
William.
Dakota Strider
05-06-2007, 00:26
Barliman Butterbar noticed the tall man in grey cloak and hood enter the common room. The man glanced about and saw a couple of like dressed fellows sitting back in the corner, and made his way back to join them. Barliman shook his head, and went back to polishing the beer mug he was holding. "Damn rangers seem to be gathering," he muttered to himself. "Can't be a good sign."
The meeting for the Dunedain shall be this Thursday, June 7th at 7 pm UK time (2 pm EST). The actual meeting will take place at the camp, but feel free to stop at the Pony to get a few ales to drink in the camp.
LongEarMage
05-06-2007, 05:41
To the Captain, the Chieftain and my breathen do I, Haragost, send greetings:
I have heard whispers of a meeting of us, my brothers. Unfortunately, I will be unable to attend this gathering. My thoughts are with each of you, my brothers,.
William learns of the gathering and sends word via his trusted messenger that he shall seek to attend barring anything urgent needing his attention.
Dakota Strider
26-06-2007, 16:22
Captain Bence,
I send this to you from the White City, as I have just attended the Knighting Ceremony of two squires into the Knights of Gondor. I had intended to first travel to Imladris with this news, but upon learning of this ceremony, decided I should represent the Dunedain at this prestigious event. After the public ceremony, I was graciously invited to attend the feast in the Knights' Stronghold, along with emissaries from other Western lands.
Once the festivities had started to come to a close, I broke the news of events in Tharbad that we have been monitoring for the last several months. Of course much of what I had to report was old news to our elven friends, however most of it was new to the Knights, as well as the representative from Erebor.
First, I spoke to them of them of the agents of Umbar we have discovered active in the Tharbad and surrounding areas. This included a full description of the sorceress Illyanna, and two of her known aliases, Anna the Smith, and the healer from Minas Tirith. The warrior Moia I was also able to fully describe. In doing so, listed the crimes we know they have committed, including murder, kidnapping and torture, as well as their suspected plots we have been trying to unravel, in The Shire, Tolfolas, Esgaroth, and of course Tharbad. I also disclosed the information we had learned, of how these two, especially Illyanna, seem to make Tharbad their second home.
I also gave a lesser account of Moia's associate known as Ryan, though we are certain that is an alias. I was sure to mention the description of the tattoo we have seen on all agents we have had in our custody. I also mentioned, the young woman Isolde, that Healer discovered was in the area from Umbar. I told them, only so they could understand how porous the border was proving to be, and that we had this woman under watch.
Secondly, I spoke to them regarding the recent gang warfare that has broken out in Tharbad. I told them that we had no solid connection to Umbar to this, yet. However, I warned them, we had signs of an yet unknown, outside force, trying to influence how this gang war evolved, in a possible attempt to control the city.
As I said, some of our allies had not heard of some of these events and much concern was expressed. The Dwarven representative, Bofur, seemed to be especially upset about the possibility of Esgaroth being infiltrated and the Knights alarmed that Umbar agents were passing through their land to cause havoc. Hopefully, this concern will turn to action.
After this missive is handed to the courrier, I shall be departing north from Minas Tirith, to further consult with our friends in Imladris. Perhaps I will be able to gain some assistance for us, in our efforts to keep the region from falling into total lawlessness. In the least, I will be assuring that Hir Elrond knows all of what is occurring.
Your faithful countryman
Lance Karrigan
p.s. I will be hoping to spend some time in Imladris, if all possible. But if I am needed, you will know where I am to be found.
Dakota Strider
17-07-2007, 13:17
Word goes out that all rangers need to gather to the camp, by order of Captain Bence. No reason is given with the message, but the urgency to make no delay in returning is stressed.
A DM Event will occur Saturday, July 21st, 10 am Central Standard Time, or 4 pm GMT. Level range approximately 8-12, but all levels welcome for rp. If this time does not work for someone, please let me know via IRC or In Game ASAP.
Healer sends word via his usual means that he intends to attend the gathering
Dakota Strider
20-07-2007, 16:36
The stars shone brightly down on the small camp, as the men relaxed for the evening. A few that had just arrived, were helping themselves to the stew. Bergil had purchased some fresh vegetables from a nearby farm, and added with the fresh venison and herbs gathered in the wild, it was a welcome change to those that had been subsisting on trail rations for days or weeks. Some men were carefully sharpening weapons, or oiling their armor. A couple were busying themselves with small repairs of camp gear. A few were content to just relax as they conversed in low, but friendly tones with their fellows. The sweet scent of pipe weed mingled with the other smells of the camp, as a couple men had taken up the habit of the Shire.
"Its good to see so many back at the camp at one time," Bence said to those nearest him. Strider, released a small puff of smoke from his pipe and nodded. Others nearby also showed their quiet agreement. The Captain continued, "Word from Halbarand, is that more can be expected from the homelands, in the coming weeks."
Tirinhir tossed a small stick into fire, and watched it crackle as it caught flame. "This talk reminds me of one that I have not seen here for some time. Have any of you heard from my old teacher, in the last few months?"
Captain Bence nodded slowly, "You mean, Raniel. Aye its been some time, but while you were away to the East. She has been travelling far, but she is well."
The younger man gave a small smile, "I do miss her company. And her wisdom. Anytime I see new faces around this camp, I cannot but help think of something Wanderer told me once."
Some of the other men around the camp, turned their attention to them as they heard the name Wanderer. Bence noticed and smiled to Tirinhir, "What was it she said? I am sure many of us here would like to hear the words of our absent comrade."
Looking at the attention that was upon him, Tirinhir hesitated before continuing. "One time, when she and I were near the Druadan wood, she was telling me of some of the tales of Malbeth. This day, she told me of one in particular that I have pondered since."
Tirinhir looked about and saw all faces were turned to him, all other conversations halted. Without further urging, he continued. "This is how I remember it, though its possible I don't have every word the way she taught me." Grins slightly sheepishly, "Surely she would scold me for not paying full attention."
Clearing his throat, he started to recite the words in a clear, deep voice:
"The Dunedain
Thirty sons of the Sea Kings quietly striding,
grey eyed, fierce in armor old all a'riding.
Set to the path a'wild toward fair Gondor's green lands.
Born in destiny to deliver Isildur's heir from grim shadows hand.
Fortunate sons long lost of Northern realms and kings.
Sworn to serve he who bears the emerald serpent ring.
They waiver not in their pride and devotion.
The blood of numenor long lost from across great oceans."
Finished, he looked about the others. For some time, no one spoke, but just sat silently contemplating the words.
I want to give credit to Intel_ninja for relating that tale to me, and thank her for sharing.
Healer came to a stop from his slow walk, taking a respite for the benefit of his aging legs but ever watchful for unusual activity despite the thoughts weighing heavily on his mind. The events of the last few days sat like a dark cloud on his conscience and despite any outward appearance he had yet to come to terms with them. From the moment he had sat foot in the supposedly private room of the Greyflood he had felt uneasy; things had moved from bad to worse. To have used the misery of another human to there own advantage was a step in the wrong direction in itself, but the manner of it had left him in disgust. Placing coins barely in reach of the already tormented woman, and releasing them to her only once she had provided information judged useful, Arrgh! He shook his head as if to rid the thoughts from his mind.
Was this what it had come to? Bribing women of the street, and that in such a way as to fortify whatever sad, cruel and selfish worldview was inherited by them through circumstance? Was part of their role not to offer such pour souls hope of an alternative view of the world and allow them to make a choice to aid or not from a sense of right and wrong? Rather than putting 100 crowns within their reach, and thereby nod in agreement that so long as they earn coin enough to feed themselves all acts are justified? If so then perhaps the darkness of the South has already reached too far in to our souls and the last glimmers of hope were fast dwindling to an insignificant nothing.
As for the trust in privacy of the back rooms of the Greyflood! Huh! It certainly had turned out to be misguided, although he would not have thought Mathas so complacent of his reputation as to risk financial disadvantage and ignore complaints. Perhaps lose of coin from such instances is already compensated to him by some dark benefactor. What ever the reason for Mathas’ lack of concern in this regard, the woman’s life now was in danger as a result of their actions. To his credit the Captain had tasked one of their number to watch for her safety, but Tharbad was a big city and Healer doubted even one of the Dunedain could watch her day and night in such a place. It seemed to him that Tharbad teetered on the very edge of a long fall; if indeed it had not already crossed the threshold. And he could not shake the thought that perhaps actions of the Grey Company had not nudged the city along in the wrong direction in recent days.
With a sigh and sad shake of his head he stood and continued his vigilance, at least the act of it offered some degree of reprieve to his heavy heartedness!
Dm__Sauron
23-07-2007, 15:10
Wonderful post SNarfel. A shame you are wasting such talent on a treacherous, immoral, self rightous band like the Dunedain.
Dakota Strider
25-07-2007, 15:16
Just a quick update on group activities. There will be a continuation of last Saturday's DME, commencing on Wednesday, August 1, 7 pm GMT, or 1 pm CST. If this time is a problem for anyone, and needs to be adjusted, please let me know as soon as possible. Many thanks to DM Sauron for helping our group stay busy.
Also, a current roster of active members is long overdue. If you know of someone that fits our guidelines, and I have not included them, please bring that to my attention.
Lieutentant
Tirinhir aka Lance Karrigan
Sergeant
William Mennard aka Healer
Rangers of the North
Turuna Culaen
Beregor II aka Rhavan
Canendula aka Honeyed
Serendur Atanaryon
Elegost
*A note left in the Rivendell Guest House for the attention of Hennewen*
Greetings Hennewen,
I hope this letter finds you well and in good spirit. I have had to take leave from The Valley in pursuit of my duties, also I did not wish to crowd your thoughts on the question of joining our number and hope that my absence will allow you freedom to think in the tranquillity of Rivendell with no sense of coercion. Your conduct and skills at all times have been exemplary; in fact I am certain that if not for your skills in the recent foray in to the dark pit, the plans we sought would not now be in elven hands. Such skills and one as you would be received with open arms amongst our folk, and though I know not the detail of the personal matter you mentioned, I hope that in itself will not be a barrier to your consideration of committing to our company.
In friendship and alliance
Healer
Dakota Strider
31-07-2007, 14:47
A short reminder about the DME that will be held tomorrow night, Wednesday August 1, by DM Sauron, investigating the shady side of Tharbad, and trying to find and hopefully rescue the missing Sally. All Rangers and any that wish to associate with our cause are encouraged to show up at the Dunedain camp, if your duties permit you to.
http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=191&day=2007-8-1&c=3
The time listed is 12:00 to 15:00, I believe that is meant to be CST. So, 7pm to 10 pm GMT, 2pm to 5pm EST.
And also wish to welcome two more to our small company.
Rangers of the North
Alantar aka Alan
Alemnir
Also, I wish for our members to give me the names of allies of ours who while not meeting all of our standards to be given the title Ranger of North, may wish to be considered to be listed as Associates.
*This is a background story about what has happened earlier, years ago*
Memories... they can be clear and vivid as a bright spring day or blurred, clouded images cloaked in darkness that creep into your consciousness slowly, only to be evaporated almost at the moment they are detected. Yes, memories... they can be a blessing or a curse. What we remember from childhood we remember forever – permanent ghosts, stamped, imprinted, eternally seen - and nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it. And he had tried to forget, but he had also tried to remember. Much of that which he could remember he wanted to forget, and much of that which he had forgotten he wanted to remember. But do not misunderstand the man, for a man he is: black-haired and grey-eyed, grim, proud and of noble birth. He does not hide from the past nor has he never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. He lets them flow freely whenever they come, and sometimes it is those memories that give us the faith to go on.
To the man sitting by the fire of an dim lit inn the leaves of memory seemed to make a mournful rustling in the dark as he was transported back through time and space to a long-forgotten moments in his past.
[A group of young boys, the laughter and the clatter of their wooden swords rings in the yard as they play their children's games... A black-haired boy around seven years old, his bright eyes are full of joy as he wields his sword like his father taught him... A beautiful woman of noble birth, she calls out to the boy “Seren, come here and say goodbye to your father”. The boy, an image of his father, runs laughing to the arms of his father, who is clad in green and brown. “Goodbye ada, do not stay away so long this time”, the boy says and laughs as his father tosses him in the air and then catches him... A dark scene in the dusk, a funeral service, a group of figures stand in semi-circle. A mother, silently weeping, stands behind her son, her hands on the boy's shoulders. The boy's countenance is grim and laden with sorrow as he watches men pay their last respects to his father. The men are clad in green and brown and they have a star-shaped emblem on their cloaks...]
In the dim lit inn the inn-keeper glanced at the stranger. There was something about the man that he did not like and the look in his eyes made him nervous. The stranger had been sitting by the fireplace for a long time now, motionless as if he was asleep, but his eyes were gleaming as he stared into the fire and his fists were clenched tight.
[The boy standing beside the sick-bed of his mother. She looks very feverish, her breathing is hard and her face is morbidly pallor. She speaks “Be strong now, Seren. Always remember the faces of your fathers”. She coughs, there are drops of blood on her lips... Fire and screams in the night, a homestead under attack. A faithful servant escapes with the young master into the night... The servant and the boy, now around 10 years old, enter the city of Tharbad. They have managed as best as they could... A knife in the dark, a robber stabs the servant, a group of urchins intervene... With nowhere else to go the boy is among the urchins now. He grows quickly and taller than the other boys... A scene in a street of Tharbad, the boy is now a young man 15 years old, a brawl ensues on a sell-word mistreating a woman. With his knife the young man wounds the sell-sword's face, who swears vengeance on the young man. The young man is forced to escape from Tharbad and jumps to the first vessel that is leaving the port... ]
The inn-keeper approached the stranger cautiously. The stranger was still motionless, staring into the fire. “Sir? Sir?”, but there was no answer. Reaching out his hand, the inn-keeper was about to shake the man by the shoulders when the stranger grabbed his hand and wrung it by the wrist. The inn-keeper made a cry of pain. The stranger woke up with a start and let go of the inn-keepers hand. “I cry your pardon”, he said but the words did not contain any real feeling. The inn-keeper rubbed his wrist and glared at the man. Finally he said, “There is a message to a man who fits in to your description”. The stranger took the message, read it, and left without a word.
[A mercenary camp, a sorry group of rabble, vagabonds and brigands, willing to sell their services to anyone how will pay for them. The times are hard, and their actions are not always honourable. The boy, now a full grown man, is among them... A wealthy merchant, he seeks to hire men to guard his caravans. The merchant looks inquiringly at the young man, “Could it be? Tell me, young man, where are you from? For if I am not mistaken, I used to know your father of whom you are the very image of”... A villa in Gondor, the merchant becomes a patron to the man. He teaches many things to him, most notable among the teachings are those that concern the history of the Dúnedain... A call to arms, like rest of the young men of Gondor the man does his military service in the ranks of the rangers of Ithilien... Years pass... ]
The man walked through a large well-kept garden and entered a terrace of a rich villa. An old merchant was waiting for him there.
“I received your message”, the man said.
The old merchant looked inquiringly at him. “Have you pondered about what I have told you yesterday, Serendur? About your heritage? My days are soon numbered. It is time to choose”.
“I have”, Serendur replied gravely. “I now remember the faces of my fathers. When the time comes I will seek out the remnants of the Dúnedain you have so often spoken of. For if that what you have told me is true, that they are my kin, I wish to find them”.
“'Tis true.” the merchant said. “You should look for them in northern Eriador”. The merchant looked at the setting sun. “The day grows old. We will speak more about this tomorrow.” With a nod and a bow Serendur left the terrace and entered the villa.
Outside in the terrace the shadows lengthened. The old merchant sat brooding in the gathering darkness. He was approached by an old, grey and bent man.
“Have you told him?”, the old man asked.
“I have”, the merchant replied.
“Good. A storm is gathering. We need every dúnadan we can get, and their valor, if we are to endure what is to come.” the old man said as he charged his pipe and lit it.
“Even so, I am not sure this was the right thing to do. The shadow lies heavy on his heart”. There was a look of concern on the merchant's face.
“You have taught him everything you know, have you not, and you tell me he has changed a lot during the time he has been here. There are many forces at work in this world, and I think it was meant for you to come across him before he would fell into the wrong hands. No, I do not think this will bring any ill to us. He has suffered many hardships and pain, but on the other hand they have strengthened him. And everything you live through helps you to make you the person you are now”, the old man said and puffed his pipe.
The old merchant sighed and nodded. “I trust your wisdom as always, old friend. I must retire now. My strength is failing, we will not meet again.”
“I know”, the old man replied.
The moon was riding high when the two old friends said their last goodbyes and the old man went his ways.
In the west bank of Bruinen a man was hard on the trail of deers. The tracks were leading towards the region called Eregion. He had been following the tracks for hours now, and now he was close. The man walked carefully through some bushes and trees, and came to an opening in the forest. There ahead of him was a herd of deers. ”Finally”, the man thought and raised his bow, but before he could take his shot the deers jumped in fright and bolted in the forest. There were noices coming from the near by trail. ”Damn”, the man cursed and hid himself among the undergrowth. A group of men emerged between the trees. They were a curious looking group, foreigners for sure. One of the men had strange rings and tattoos on his hands. They passed by the road. ”This is interesting”, the man thought and decided to shadow them from the distance.
The group was passing Eregion now, and the man followed them. Suddenly, a hooded figure stepped beside him among the trees. He was clad in all green and his face was covered by his hood. The man was carrying a bow. ”Friend or foe?”, the hooded man asked. The man startled and examined the stranger. ”It depends”, he replied. Apparently the hooded man was not satisfied by the answer and raised his bow. ”But I do not want any harm to you, though”, the man replied hastily and raised his hands. The hooded man lowered his bow. The man ventured to ask a question, ”May I ask you what you are doing here?”. The hooded man gestured in the direction of the strange group and said, ”Them”. Then he disappeared among the trees. ”This is getting very very intresting”, thought the man.
Not long after this the man came to an opening and to a scene of carnage. There lay bodies who were clad like the hooded man. A closer examination of the bodies revealed them to be elves. The face of the man was grim as he raced after the group of strange men. The tracks were leading towards the city of Tharbad. After entering the city the man hurried through the streets. By a chance of luck he was just in time to see the group enter the tower of the Silverswords...
(To be continued)
(Continued from previous entry)
The man stood on a near by bridge looking at the tower. He recognized it to be the tower of the notorious Silverswords and therefore he had no business in there. While he was pondering what to do a hobbit walked by. ”A halfling in Tharbad! This is peculiar”, the man said to himself. ”Ahoy there little fellow”, the man called out to the hobbit, ”may I speak with you for a moment?”. The hobbit turned towards the man and greeted him. The man said, ”A halfling in Tharbad is not what you see every day. May I ask you what you are doing here?”. The hobbit then recounted a tale about a farmstead that had been terrorized by a troll. The troll had taken a woman's baby and the hobbit had promised to try and get the baby back if it was still alive, but when he found the trolls lair he had been too scared to enter it. Now the hobbit was ashamed about it. The man thought about this. ”Hmm... I will help you on this matter, but I want you to help me on something”. At this moment three men came out of the tower. The man quickly turned his back towards them while pretending to speak of everyday matters with the hobbit. From the corner of his eye he saw the three men walk in separate directions. He did not get a good look at them, but one of them was surely a woman. ”What is it you want me to do, sir?”, the hobbit asked. ”I want you to take a look into that tower over there. But beware, there are some shady persons in there. They might hurt you”, replied the man. The hobbit considered this for a moment and then agreed. ”I will do this, sir!”, he said. ”Very well”, replied the man, ”But be careful, and act as if you just popped in out of curiosity”. The hobbit nodded and hurried towards the tower. ”This better go well”, the man thought and frowned as he looked after the hobbit.
After several minutes had elapsed the hobbit emerged from the tower. He quickly walked to where the man was eyeing the tower. ”Well?”, asked the man, ”What did you see?”. The hobbit had a frightened look on his face. ”There were strange looking men in there, and one of them threatened to eat me!”, the hobbit exclaimed. The man's face was very grave, ”What is this you are saying?”. ”Yes, sir, one of the men had a monstrous face and he wanted to eat me but the others restrained him”, the shaken hobbit answered. The man looked about and said, ”We better talk about this in a more secure place than this”.
A day or so later the man looked down into a secured valley. There was a camp down there with pitched tents and a campfire. He saw men walking down there. Raising his hands, the palms facing outwards, the man walked down into the valley and shouted, ”Ahoy there, I come in peace!”, and continued with a lower voice, ”I seek the Rangers of the North”. He was greeted with something that was between amity and animosity. Several spear points were pointed at him, but the men had slight smiles on their faces, and they seemed to be more cautious than hostile. One of the men stepped forward. He was clad in green and brown garment as the others. ”Who are you? And why do you seek the rangers?”, he asked with a voice accustomed to command. The man replied, ”I am Serendur of the house of Atanaryon. I seek the Dúnedain for I have been told that they are of my kin”. The green clad man looked Serendur up and down and then straight in the eyes. Finally he gestured to the other men to lower their spears and said, ”Come with me. We have much to talk about”.
The sun was rising when the two men were finishing up their conversation. ”I have something to tell you which you might also find interesting”, Serendur said. ”Not long ago, I was hunting near the region called Eregion....”. He related the story about the strange men, the bodies of the elves he had found, and about the hobbit who had ventured into the tower of the Silverswords. ”The halfling told me about the men in the tower. One of the men was tattooed with strange rings in his flesh, and according to the halfing he had a monstrous face. The other men called him Kashaniash. Another man, called Sikham, had also many tattoos on him, and he wore strange rings in his hands. The third man the halfling described as a gentleman by the name of Syrenik. I saw two other men and a woman leave the tower, but I did not see them so well that I could describe them”. The other man's face was grim as he said, ”So, Syrenik is back then”.
As soon as they stepped in to the area thought to be the camp of the raiding Dunlanders the weather worsened and a lightening bolt hit a nearby tree, setting it aflame. The three of them however thought it no more than a natural occurrence and Roan whispered to Healer.
“Will you be scouting Healer?”
“I can do if wanted”, he responded and Roan nodded.
Healer silently pressed on in to the rain and howling wind, returning a short while later to his companions.
“Six well armed Dunlanders, around the next hill.”
His companions nodded and the three of them pressed on to confront them. No sooner had Roan and Alan turned the corner though, that the Dunlanders set upon them before they could utter a word. However their disorganised attack was soon overcome and the three pressed deeper in to what was now clearly a foe seeking combat. It was not long before huge wooden gates were scouted, set between two hills; a group of Dunlanders seemingly guarding them. This time no chance was taken in attempt at talks; arrows were set loose from afar, bringing two of the Dunlanders down. As the remainder charged, Roan and Alan met them with swords drawn, but not before one opened the gates and raised the alarm. Still the battle was soon won and the Chief of the enemy yielded, asking for his wife to be spared. But she continued to press her attack and it was too late to restrain blows already in motion, and as she fell the Chief of the Dunlanders stepped back.
Helaer looked at him with sadness in his eyes.
“We are sorry at the loss of your wife, but too late did come your words and even so her own attacks was pressed on”
With that, he turned to tend to those of the Dunlanding who still had breath, uttering, “there has been enough death this day”
“Why have you been attacking those who travel the roads near here?” asked his companions of the chief.
Yet his only response was to fall on his knees with a look of reverence, then his expression changed to confusion or was it fear? He looked about left and right, stood and took a few steps back and then plunged his knife in to himself; slumping to a lifeless heap. No sooner was he dead that the weather turned from bad to worse. The wind howled louder and the rain fell stronger. Lightening struck in quick successive bolts as if trying to seek out the three. Fearing something unnatural and beyond their understanding the they fled back to Tharbad and sought the council of Dunthir in the Hillmans Head. He had little to offer and directed them back to the ranger camp where Strider informed them that they needed to seek the council of Thorongil. The person of this name was unknown to all three and Strider agreed to take them to him, he lead them deep in to a forest, taking good care to ensure they were not followed. Eventually they came upon a clearing were Strider informed them Thorongil would speak with them now. Yet the three looked most confused for there was no other among them than Strider. As the three continued to look bemused, Strider sighed and informed them that he was Thorongil and as the laughter subsided he asked them to tell him in detail what it was they experienced. Having heard what had transpired Strider was able to offer no insight to the strange weather or the Chiefs behaviour.
“You must travel to Isengard and seek entry to Orthanc for the council of Saruman the Wise” he finally said.
The three were taken aback at this, for none had ever expected to see Saruman the Wise, Saruman the White. Yet they agreed even though none had ever even set foot in Isengard. Strider lead them back to the camp, where they rested and then made for Isengard. The way was clear for them and on arrival at the entrance to Isengard the door lay open as if they were expected. They made their way to the top of Orthanc and there found Saruman, observing all that lay below as far as the eye could see, and perhaps further.
“We come seeking the Wisdom of Saruman the Wise”, spoke Healer.
As he finished his sentence Healer felt a fleeting presence upon his mind but no sooner was he aware of it that it was gone, living him thinking that perhaps it was in his imagination.
As no answer came from Saruman; who continued to have his back turned to them, Roan spoke.
“Do you know what happened recently in the land bordering Isengard?”
At this Saruman turned, “I am Saruman the Wise, Saruman the White, I know all that happens near and much of far also” He then took a step towards them and seemed to grow tall to them. The three stepped back and looking upon Saruman once more saw him as he was.
Each spoke in turn of the strange weather, the lightening of which seemed to seek them out.
“Weather is Weather” replied Saruman and as he spoke the presence briefly returned to their minds and was once again gone just as they begun to perceive it.
“At times it is bad and at times it is worse” Saruman continued and they nodded in agreement to the Wisdom.
“And what of the strange behaviour of the Dunlanding Chief? first he kneels before us, looks upon us reverently and then kills himself?”
“You need not concern yourself with this matter” said Saruman, “the ways of the Dunlanding are old and unlearned, only now have some begun to accept my guidance” and once more was the fleeting presence in their minds.
Each nodded at Saruman and bowed, clear in mind that Saruman had spoken wisely and all was well and the time right for them to departed. As they left and Isengard became distant, their minds seemed to become clearer, though some thought they heard a rumbling, yet others said they heard nothing. They pressed on and it soon became clear that there was indeed a noise! Noise of orcs on a fast march as if in pursuit of them.
Alan and Healer suggested flight, for the foe sounded great in number, but Roan held his ground, declaring that he could not leave such a menace so close to the border of Isengard unchecked. So the three managed to hold ground until day break, on the first ray of which the orcs fled in to the forest. No such orcs had the three seen before; stronger and faster in movement than any other they were. With these thoughts they turned once more to Tharbad where they eventually rested their weary bodies. Alan and Helaer then proceeding to the Ranger Camp to report on the White Wizards reassurances, and the Orcs of the like they had never seen before. Roan turned his steed towards Gondor, hoping to report to the Knights of Gondor, not only of this but other matters relating to Tharbad of which Healer had mentioned to him.
//OOC please consider this reported to the Grey Company
Dakota Strider
07-08-2007, 06:31
Wednesday, August 15th, 7 pm GMT/2 pm EST will be the next installment of our efforts against the Viper gang of Tharbad. The following is a short summary of events leading up to this point.
After a short but violent gang war, that left the city of Tharbad on nerve's edge, a little known gang called the Vipers seemed to turn out victorious. As little was yet known of this gang, Captain Bence sent some of the company to discover what they could.
While in the Greyflood Inn, a prostitute approached and a decision was made to ask her to trade information for pay, instead of her regular "services." The woman's name was Sally, and told of some of the areas that the Viper's worked, namely the docks, prostitution and gambling. She also gave the names of her pimp, Barad and of a "collecter" Jadin. As the conversation ended with Sally, a sound at the door was heard, and on checking a "drunk" was found next to the door. Without the authority to hold him, and with a guard standing nearby (that the party decided had been paid off to look the other way while the snoop listened), the man was let go.
Deciding that Sally could be in danger for giving the information she did, they tried to persuade her to leave town, but she refused, even though she was offered a generous amount of money for the trouble. This was all reported to Captain Bence, who ordered a watch on Sally to try to protect her. However, despite these efforts, after several days, she turned up missing. A search of her apartment showed a dead viper upon her bed.
A sizable number of the company returned to Tharbad, prepared to search wherever necessary to find the missing woman. Even though she was of dubious morale character, the Rangers felt responsible for her safety. They found the man Jadin, where she said he would be, and for a sizable sum, gave some information of where she might be found, a cave west of the city. The company entered the cave in force and encountered over a dozen of the Vipers that fought to the death. After the melee, the body of Sally was found, beaten, and tortured to death.
On the trip back through Tharbad on the way to report to the camp, they came across some toughs in the dock district that were mugging a man in an alley. After rescuing the victim, who fled during the scuffle, it was discovered by the tell-tale serpent tattoos, that these were Vipers as well. One of them had a letter that spoke about about making a transaction with a Lieutentant Valrillon. A strange key was also found on the body. Upon some investigation, it was discovered that this Valrillon was 2nd in command of the 6th cavalry of Rohan.
Finding the Lieutentant was not difficult, as he was at his post in Dunharrow. He readily admitted selling a box that belonged to his grandfather, a rather famous cavalry commander of Rohan. But, the key had been lost, and Valrillon had no way of opening it to discover the contents. A man named Viperion had contacted him, expressing interest in anything that belonged to his grandfather, and the Lieutentant agreed to sell him the box. On learning the true nature of who he was going to sell the box to, Valrillon gave the box to the rangers, as well as giving the date and location that the transaction was going to take place. He also offered the cloak that was supposed to be used to identify himself to the Vipers. All he asked in return, that if anything in the box was of importance to Rohan, it would be returned. The rangers promised him, that all would be given back to him, once it was determined what inside, could be of interest to the Vipers.
Armed with this new knowledge, the rangers prepare to set an ambush of their own against the Vipers, and hopefully capture this Viperion, who is suspected of leading the street gang.
On learning of the fresh information regarding Valrillon, Healer sends word of his hope to be available if others of the company are elsewhere occupied.
Captain, I hope this report finds you well. I have two significant matters to report; which have transpired in the period of the last three months or so.
Here please find the details of the first of these matters.
The first concerns Lord Elrond and Captain Boromir. On a routine watch of the Shaws for troll activity I happened to come across Alan near the Last Bridge. We were settled around a camp fire in discussion when bird activity alerted us to the possible presence of another. We doused the camp fire and set about investigating the nearby trees and bushes for anyone spying on us. Finding no evidence of such we thought the bird activity caused by something other than a watcher of us.
We then decided to travel to Rivendell, for Alan had heard from elven scouts of increased orcish activity about the Misty mountains near The Valley, and hopped to offer aid. As we approached one of the concealed paths, we came upon a sword stuck in to the ground. It was well lodged in and my old arms were unable to pull it out but Alan met with success on trying. Examination of the sword revealed it to be of Gondorian make and closer inspection revealed a few blood stains; suggesting it had seen possibly recent use on orc or troll. Having already had a strange experience by the Last Bridge we set about searching the surrounding area thoroughly for signs of recent activity. By this time an elf by name of Unen joined us and agreed to aid us in the search. It was not log before Alan had picked up a trail which lead in the direction of Eregion. Turuna came upon us and was able to aid us breafly before pressing on with her own task. Alan ably managed to follow the trail despite the worsening light and weather and soon came upon a small locked box; such as is often used to securely relay important documents. With some effort the box was opened by Unen, though he lost what seemed like quality lock picks in the effort. Within was found a sealed letter for the attention of Lord Elrond.
The document was sealed and we thought it not our place to open the letter. There was also the matter of having found human blood nearby and we decided that perhaps the messenger was yet alive, if only we could find him in time. Alan painstakingly continued to find trail and lead us deep in Eregion here our hearts sank at the sight of the broken and tortured body of what was clearly a Ranger of Ithilien. All about him were the orcish instruments of his torture. My companions and I could not leave the body of one so brave and set about constructing a stretcher, upon which we laid the fallen ranger and so with much effort and sharing of burden we eventually arrived at the ford of Bruinen, where our horses still grazed and which then took the load from us and we travelled to The Valley.
Lord Elrond was handed the letter and asked me to return at Dawn for a response. The elves aided us in the burial ceremony of our Southern cousin and after a short rest dawn came and I presented my self to Lord Elrond. He provided me with a box containing a letter for the attention of the Steward of Gondor or his sons. Alan and Unen accompanied me and we set off immediately. Passing near Tharbad we were set upon by what looked to be Dunlanders, we were blessed with the guidance and forewarning of Elbereth; the noise of their charge reached our ears before they were upon us and we met them with full preparedness. We triumphed; though Unen lost his beloved steed in the battle and rode behind me for the rest of the journey.
As we crossed the Isen, a familiar sound came to my ears of moaning and the fast thumping of many feet! I thought it the sound of orcs as when returning from the council of the White Wizard and bade my companions to dig in to their steeds and ride like the wind. It was not long before the noise was far behind us and we eased on our horses. The rest of the jourey was without danger until we neared the White City itself. There a hooded figure blocked our way and sought to question us! At first we pleasantly answered his inquiries but soon his questions became of a nature not welcome! We demanded he move aside and allow us to pass upon which he gave command of attack and a company of Orcs was upon us. I asked my companions to hold them off and made for from the city which was within our reach; for I could not risk losing the letter. Valiantly Unen and Alan stood their ground as I charged ahead, eventually arriving at the city and raising the alarm. I returned with a company of Gondorian Cavalry, but my companions had already managed to defeat their foes! We then made for Minas Tirith, were the Captain fo the Gate informed us the Stewerd was not seeing anyone and we should seek out Captain Boromir. Eventually we found the good Captain to be the very person we stopped to ask of the where about of Captain Boromir, in our tired state we had not noticed the Captains attire. After apologies we handed the captain that which we came to deliver. The letter clearly carried information of considerable importance fort the captain was most pleased with our effort and in thanks presented us with well made battle belts for the support of the back and greater strength to the sword arm; for which we were most grateful.
Finally I would like to commend the actions of Alan through out this endeavour, his skills were invaluable and his conduct exemplary.
Captain, now follows the second matter which I would like to appraise you of.
Recently it came to my attention that a significant number of the free folk would be gathering in Edoras for a matter of concern to the Rohirrim. I thought it best to travel to Edoras to look in to the nature of the concern so that we too were aware of anything significant and to offer aid if needed. First, I am pleased to report that others of our company had also heard of this gathering and were already in Edoras upon my arrival; these being Scout and Serendur. Turuna also arrived shortly after I did and Almenir arrived about a day later.
Of the others present that I knew well were Hennewen, whom I consider one of us and Roan, in whom I have the greatest of trust. It seems that some activity involving trolls or a troll in The Wold had been noted by an elven lady who was also present. The task set us was to investigate the Wold, as mention of Orcs was also made.
We all made our way to the Wold, and I chose to give command only to those of the Grey Company in the group for no clear leadership was agreed and I was unlikely that the words of one not known to all would be headed. In the Wold we came upon what appeared to be an Orc camp; nearby lay what was clearly a dead Ent. Some in the company were clearly surprised to see it, for they thought them but things of legend. Looking about the camp, no reason could be fathomed for the orcs to have killed and dragged it there. In another part of the camp was found a circular area in the ground; from which came light like that of the noon sun but no heat. One among us who was learned in deep and old lore reasoned it to be a tunnel of sorts. As the bulk of the group gathered around the light, I and some of the Grey Company lingered at the back watchful for any danger. It was then that I heard the now familiar moan and thudding and screamed that an ambush was upon us.
Well placed on hilltops were this new breed of orc, fast did they shoot at us! and few of them missed! In turn it took 3 to 4 of our arrows to bring one down! I counted no more than 4 of them when there were near twice that many of us, yet with considerable difficulty did we over come them. As we tended to our wounds and returned our attention to the light, once more were we attacked; this time by the same breed of orc brandishing melee weapons. Once more we barely overcame our foe and the manner of using the light tunnel still eluded us, for I saw no other reason why those gathered about it would not use it. Anticipating more attacks, I was of a mind to return to Edoras and voiced my thoughts, but no sooner had I done so that it seemed a decision had been made to attempt travel through the light tunnel.
We found ourselves in what was the strangest of places, like of another world. We were in a room filled with mechanical contraptions exuding small amounts of lightening; some formed traps, the setting off of which sent painful balls of light upon us. In adjacent rooms were found metallic monsters, what I can only describe as trolls of metal. Only two in each chamber but formidable in battle. As we progressed smoke filled the rooms and made seeing and breathing difficult, we began to see apparitions of the dead or what appeared to be a King and child. With no apparent way out we fought the battle within us and without, eventually coming upon another light tunnel which, blessed be the Valar, sent us very near to the foot of Edoras and safety.
Within Edoras one of our company returned to the King to inform him of what had transpired. The rest remained near the gates and discussed what they had experienced and what it all could mean. Some were eager to seek the council of Saruman the Wise but this did not sit well with me; for once already had Saruman opened the doors of Orthanc to myself Roan and Alan and it had soon become apparent that he already knew what we had come to report and thus we had taken him away from matters of concern to him. On that occasion Saruman had given us council that he was already aware of what took place outside Isengard and that we need not be concerned. Surely he already knew of what had transpired with us and if anything of worth needed to be relayed to our Lords, no doubt he would already be taking steps to do so.
As these thoughts passed through my mind and I voiced some, a hooded fellow came upon the party and bade us not to speak ill of Saruman; clearly he had misunderstood the meaning of our words, yet there seemed to be some unspoken exchange between this man and Captain Damas of the Rohirrim. For at one point the man said to Damas words to the effect that “ Do you not trust the King, Damas?”. Little exchange took place after this but it left an uneasy doubt in my mind about Damas, though I reassured myself that if Saruman the Wise is watchful of Rohan then Rohan is in safe hands.
I then convened a brief gathering of those of the Grey Company and invited Hennewen also. We shared our thoughts and agreed to be watchful of the new breed of orc. We were all agreed that the exchange between the hooded figure and Captain Damas suggested some discord in the Kings Court but agreed that such thoughts would be kept within the Grey Company alone, lest we spread rumours and create problems where none exist in reality. I cannot be sure but it was perhaps in these discussions also that it was mentioned to me that Sally of Tharbad had a son. Due to the other pressing issues I was unable to look in to this further but will do, should the opportunity arise. As I am sure will others of the company.
I would like to commend the actions of Scout and Serendur during our aid to the Rohirrim. They provided me with excellent council in difficult circumstances and contributed significantly to our understanding, though still little at this time, of the events which transpired. To Serendur I also provided the Gondorian Belt which was given in thanks by Captain Boromir; for I thought him better able to make worthy use of it than myself.
Also of note was the contribution of Almenir, who though was too late in arrival to offer aid in combat but in the arriving itself, showed his determination to be where he is needed in the name of our cause.
Finally, I would mention that Turuna was as ever at the front of the foray; determined to vanquish the enemy in the name of the Valar. Without such as her among our numbers we would truly be a shadow of what we are.
So ends my telling of recent happenings.
A quick report to the Captain, Lieutentant, Sergeant and all rangers involved.
Lance has allready been informed personally, but I figured a formal report would be appreciated to avoid confusion.
In the aftermath of the happenings at Edoras, myself, Scout, Serendur and Turuna stayed behind to see what aid we could offer to it's people and to see if we could find out more about the hooded man who confronted Damas.
In the days following, we dealt with a large group of orcs and giants massing in the White Mountains. After much hardship we came back with bags full of weapons we found. We decided to give them to Rohan's armory, since they were of little use to us. A good choice it turned out to be, since it was because of this that lord Eomer granted us audience to thank us in person.
There, in the Golden Hall of Meduseld, we saw the hooded man again. He stood near the kings throne - a king who's ailing appearance shocked me. He seemed at the end of his life, stiffly hanging back in his seat, staring about with glacy eyes and unable to utter anything but a mumble. The hooded man constantly whispered with the king, and seemed to be an advisor of some sort. Eomer certainly did not enjoy his presence. The man, called 'worm' by Eomer, constantly interrupted his speech, protesting the fact he let 'outsiders' into the Golden Hall, and condemning him when he offered us a reward. Worm often spoke as though he represented the king's words. Eomer himself did little to hide his hate and anger towards the man. At times I thought he was going to fly at him, had he not been calmed down by a golden-haired woman standing near.
I fear that the king is no longer in the condition to rule, and that this 'worm', having gained the trust of the ailing king, is now in control of him. If 'worm' will be able to get rid of those who oppose him, it will be him who pulls the strings in Rohan.
ooc: the above was a report from Alemnir, if you didn't allready know
And here is a pic of them in the Golden Hall :)
http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/b...kingscourt.jpg
Dakota Strider
14-08-2007, 17:16
Just a quick reminder about the DME that will be held tomorrow, Wednesday August 15 at 7 pm GMT / 2 pm EST. For a summary of events leading up to this, see post #29 of this thread.
Having read it, he gently let it go; allowing the wind to carry it away and with it any anger he felt. Thankful for the recent success, he briefly pondered the layers of hidden meaning in the mayor's writing (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/showthread.php?t=317351). He then let these thoughts pass him by also, and turned his face in to the gentle evening breeze; the laughter lines on his face becoming more prominent as a slight smile crossed his face in remembrance of the determination and valour shown by his companions. If the mayor could only muster a few words and vague reference to rangers then their own secrets and ultimate purpose was safe; and there was no mention of the boy, which bode well for his future. Let the mayor try and twist recent actions in to words of advantage; no doubt he clung to the wisdom of the quill being mightier than the sword, but no words would conquer the hearts of such as his companions and whilst such as them were still prepared to risk all in hope of a better day then such a day was theirs every day.
With these thoughts to warm his heart and soul, he looked to the horizon and let the sun's rays play across his face; savouring the glow within long after the setting of the sun.
Dakota Strider
29-08-2007, 20:41
Looking to gather the Rangers together on Saturday, approximately 5 pm GMT, or Noon EST. Have a plan for an expedition to try rescue some items out of the clutches from Morgoth spawn in dark places. Since this does not have a scheduled DM, we can be flexible with time, let me know ahead of time if you need an adjustment. Meet at the Camp, of course.
//Saturday 5pm GMT or later is good for me, that day earlier is dedicated to taking the two ladies in my life to shopping and theres no get out clause;)
//Sorry for the no show today, as you likely guessed, the shopping trip overran some what.
Dakota Strider
03-09-2007, 13:45
The application for full guild status of The Grey Company has been sent to DM Kev to consider, and I have received this reply.
Thanks for your TGC document. Best looking guild proposal I’ve seen in a long time.
What is more pleasing is that your guild fits nicely into our expansion work of the north. There will be a nice shiny new region for your guild to operate in and some of the best quests I’ve ever made for your less experienced members to enjoy. Rising in the latter half of the Forochel quests is a real evil, something which a guild like TGC is well suited to stopping.
I’m happy to let this start now...
Kevin
Dm__Sauron
03-09-2007, 17:48
Congrats Grey Company and well done !
DM_Yavanna
03-09-2007, 17:59
Congratulations to the Grey Company! It's splendid news for opponents of the Shadow. Rivendell, with its long ties to the Rangers of the North, will happily offer assistance as needed.
A more suitable forum for this thread I think.
A well deserved addition, have fun :)
Dakota Strider
03-09-2007, 19:19
Even though the defeat of the Vipers has been a solid victory in taking back the region from those that would prey upon the helpless and innocents, we have little time to sit on our laurels. There are still issues to be resolved in the aftermath, and other problems that need to be dealt with.
DM event scheduled 7 pm GMT (2 pm EST) Wednesday, September 5th. All members, and prospective new members are invited to attend, at the ranger camp north of Tharbad.
Just want to thank everyone for the support and well wishes from everyone. I would also like to applaud the efforts of the group and dms to help make this guild a reality.
//Yay! Well done all, especially Dakota; whose enthusiasm is the backbone of the guild. Thanks to the DMs for the encouragement along the way, especially Sauron who gave very pro-active support in the form of DMEs.
Should be able to make it for the event on Wednesday, but don’t wait around for me; work hours a bit erratic at the moment and likely to be for some time.
Dakota Strider
03-09-2007, 20:57
Charter for The Grey Company, the guild of the Rangers of the North, the vigilant watchers of the last remnant of the Dunedain who had once peopled the North Kingdom of Arnor.
The purpose of The Grey Company:
1. Protect the last heir of the Dunedain, Aragorn II from harm and ensure the continuation of the line of royal blood.
2. Protect and watch the Shire from outside sources, as per the order of Aragorn (passed down by Mithrandir).
3. To preserve and maintain the northern region known as Eriador, and protect its borders from all enemies.
4. To provide aid to our allies from the forces of darkness who may in any way, pose a threat throughout the Western Lands.
Membership qualifications:
1. Members must be of Good alignment (Lawful, Neutral, or Chaotic). No exceptions.
2. Northern Dunedain, regardless of class, that fit the above qualification are automatically considered members if they apply.
3. Rangers of other human races, that meet the first qualification can be members, though will never be told of the Rangers most sacred secret. (The idenity of Aragorn).
Associates:
There may be non-Northern Dunedain of various races and classes that do share many of the same goals and philosophy of the Rangers. These can be considered associates, and may receive some benefits (to be determined later) for their service to the rangers.
The Grey Company's Place in Middle Earth and MERPUK II.
We are basing our guild off of the actual Grey Company that was formed in the Return of King, that met Aragorn at the Gap of Rohan and assisted him in his role of defeating the Armies of Sauron and claiming the title of King of the Western Lands. Before the One Ring left the Shire, the Rangers were busy guarding the borders of the region, even though they did not know specifically what it was they were guarding, they understood its importance. Also, it would have been assumed that just like Aragorn, many of the elite members would have been travelling throughout Arda, assisting allies, and trying to stem the spread of evil whenever possible. However, as the numbers of the Rangers were small, they could not hope to achieve their goals by pure strength of arms, but had to rely on stealth and deception at times, never letting their enemies know exactly who they were, or how large their numbers are. Member of TGC may be considered as elite scouts or reconnaisance members, that often work in the shadows, not expecting glory, and rarely receiving it for their deeds.
The Grey Company Player Code of Conduct
Being a member of a guild is a priviledge and not a right and the members we select will be expected to meet the highest standards expected of players on the MERPUK Server. All rules of the server must be observed, and all DM's and administration should be dealt with respect and tact. We expect that members of the guild will be able to be used as an example for other players on the server, as a standard for player behaviour.
The Grey Company Character Roster
Name...............Alias................Rank...............Player
Tirinhir.............Lance Karrigan...Lieutentant......Dakota Strider
William Mennard..Healer.............Seargent.........SNarfel
Elegost.............Scout..............Sergeant.........Astalwa
Alantar...........................Ranger of the North...Steve Law
Alemnir.............Cousin......Ranger of the North...Myzel
Beregor II.........Rhavan.....Ranger of the North...Aqualung
Canendula Honeyed...........Ranger of the North...Red-K
Serendur Atanaryan..Seregram...Ranger of the North...Jarmov
Turuna Culaen...................Ranger of the North...Eqvinox
The Charter has been worked on by members, and approved by the administration of this server.
Hurraaah!!! Well done!
I'll be there for the event on Wednesday.
Dakota Strider
03-09-2007, 20:59
((accidental double post, admin please delete))
InVinoVeritas
04-09-2007, 20:33
Great stories here! I wish I will be able to make a ranger one day and join your Elite Ranks! :)
A small parchment finds its way in to the hands of Captain Bence.
Captain, I present news on the mountain paths, known and hidden,from the High Pass to the Lossoth Lands and how fares our watching of them. Much of the way is as treacherous as ever. For the unwary or overly confident the lightest of steps can result in seemingly solid ground giving way in front of you; or a careless cough bringing a mountain of snow down upon the head. High winds and blizzards continue ceaseless in some parts, and seem strongest more often than not where a path is narrowest. However, of such natural matters I am content to report that with preparation, they can be over come; should our kin ever have need to take to this way.
As of foes other than wind and snow, I came across a band of orcs just past the High Pass; they were still as stone but blocking the direction of my travel. They were in numbers which I would not have wished to engage even on safer ground and here it seemed worse than folly to do so. Hoping that in such a cold and deserted place they may have been some time without food, I sacrificed what little meat I had carried with me. Laying the meat on the ground, not too distant from one of the orcs, it was not long before it smelt and made for it. Despite its efforts to keep it concealed, the others were soon upon it and it was not long before they were squabbling and in the ensuing battle most of them fell to the mountain depths and to their death, those remaining were helped along behind them with a few well placed arrows.
The remainder of my journey was without event apart from coming across a solitary orc easily dispatched. Not far from the orc I came across a pack of wolves headed by a Warg, it soon became clear that they had been on the scent of the orc. My attempt at waiting for the pack to move on was futile, the Warg soon sniffed me out but in its starved state it was easily overcome, and upon its death the remainder of the pack dispersed. The remainder of my days of travel were free of danger, even the weather improving as I came closer to the Lossoth lands.
So ends my telling of the current state of the mountain paths of the North.
May the star be soon in rising and long in setting.
Your kinsmen,
Healer.
Dakota Strider
12-09-2007, 02:58
The rangers have been called together to ride south to Edoras, to meet with Theoden, King of Rohan. To be discussed will be the possession of the long lost elven page, found in the diary of an old Rohirrim cavalry commander. Along with them, will be the late Sally's orphan son, Matty, who will be given a new family on their arrival.
Tentative scheduling of this DM event, is Saturday, September 15, 4 pm GMT (11 pm EST). Please respond either here, or on IRC if you can or cannot make it. If this time does not work for us, then DM Sauron will hold it on the upcome Wedneday, September 19th, 7 pm GMT (2 pm EST).
Weekends are usually a no for me.
A small letter finds its way to the Ranger camp
Captain and fellow kinsmen, I send my regards to you from Rivendel!
Unfortunately my news are not very good at all. As you may have already heard, the wolf activity in the Misty Mountains
has increased significantly in the past few months. The elves, concerned about the abnormal aggressive behaviour of the wolves,
wanted to seek out an answer to their bahaviour. Together we found out that the wolf pack was led by an enormous wolf which we were able to
slay with great difficulty. The beast was branded with a symbol of an Eye and a Claw.
Anxious about this finding we returned to Rivendel to share the news with Elrond and to seek his counsel. Upon hearing of our findings
Lord Elrond told us that he believes that there is something going on with the orc tribes of the Misty Mountains and some unknown force.
As you surely must know, the Eye in the symbol that was branded into the skin of the wolf is a well-known symbol used by the orcs, but
about the Claw symbol Lord Elrond was not certain about. He said that the Claw was a symbol used by a clan of wildmen, but the clan was thought to be wiped
out about 10 years ago. Long ago the Claw symbol was also used by a much more sinister force. In the First Age of the Sun the Gaurhoth, or werewolves,
walked upon the Arda, and the Claw was their symbol. The Gaurhoth have not been seen for thousands of years, and Lord Elrond did not want to draw
haste conclusions. He said that we needs to learn more on the matter and to study the symbol that we found.
Whether it is the Gaurhoth or the wildmen in question, one thing is certain: the Misty Mountains and especially the High Pass has become more
dangerous to travellers. I am sure that you will do everything that is necessary to warn our allies and all those who we are protecting about this new
threat.
This is all that I have to report for now. I have been very busy here. It seems that the forces of the Enemy are everywhere and that they are growing stronger as we are growing weaker. Yet I have still hope that the strenght of the Dúnedain will prevail and by our actions we will overcome and see our glory restored.
Until our next meating
S A (The letter ends with these two elven runes)
// OOC Concider this information reported to the Grey Company
Captain, I hope this finds you and the Grey Company well. I recently took respite in the Valley of Rivendell and on my arrival found one of our own, Canendula, in conversation with Feredir; an ally from the south, and an elven lady called Canith. They spoke of having encountered a man by the name Fardor of the Hillmen, having at his call, orcs. The encounter took place in mountain caverns north of Rivendell and south of the Ettenmoors. I understand that battle ensued but Fardor made good his escape; his activity during the battle suggesting skill in setting of traps and a defensive contribution. Whatever activity this man was involved in may have been ended by the intervention of Feredir and Canendula, but it may be prudent to relay the name to our kin in case he has intention to regroup or is directed by a master.
As you will know there has been increased wolf pack and Warg activity in the mountains in recent months. This was certainly apparent in the Valley, for during my respite news came, first from an elven scout and then one by name of Saurequen that wolf packs were gathering in numbers. Prior to my departure from the Valley a large force of elves and allies was being gathered by the elven princes to meet with this threat, I pray that they fared well.
Finally, I would report the meeting with two strangers at the High Pass. Nothing strange in itself and not worthy of mention had one not spoken of Harrad in conversation regarding a drink called caofee. He mentioned it in passing but the manner of it hinted at familiarity with Harrad. This man called himself Kang, he was dressed akin to our manner and wielded bow, short sword and what appeared to be a rapier skilfully. I had some sense of knowing Kang but could not place the feeling. The other man initially did not give a name, but Kang called him Eril, this one had a hook for one of his hands, spoke in a friendly manner akin to one who frequents taverns and made good use of a crossbow he had named Bessie. The two were not at all hostile, in fact quite friendly and aided in keeping the pass clear of orcs, yet I think them worthy of report for the aforementioned reason.
So ends this account.
Healer
Dakota Strider
15-09-2007, 23:46
The rangers have been called together to ride south to Edoras, to meet with Theoden, King of Rohan. To be discussed will be the possession of the long lost elven page, found in the diary of an old Rohirrim cavalry commander. Along with them, will be the late Sally's orphan son, Matty, who will be given a new family on their arrival.
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We are going to attempt to hold this Tuesday, September 18, 7 pm GMT (2 pm EST). While we did have several people ready to do this on Saturday, it was decided to postpone this, as DM Sauron feels this event will have role play consequences that will affect many, even outside of TGC. Let me know how this date & time works, we can make adjustments to try to include the maximum number of our members. However, with the size of the group we have, it is difficult to get everyone there at the same time anymore.
Also, a belated welcome to Saelmeth aka Strongman, who has been watching the borders around Bree. Saelmeth is officially recognized as a Ranger of the North. We all look forward to his contributions to our cause.
Nolëtáro
17-09-2007, 05:00
A loud, heavy thud roared across the Eastern parts of Bree. A most peaceful town in every measure, Bree was not much used to such a ruckus, and it showed, as a crowd gathered around the epicenter of the troublemaking. All women quit their daily chores, all men dropped their working utensils, running off to pile up near the East Gate, like the opportunist mosquitoes of the marshes nearby. Amongst them was young Broler Hairspin. A clever, cocky fourteen year-old with a touch for mischief and girl-picking, Broler was used to be the one provoking the damage. This would be a different time; he would not have the spotlight this day.
"HUUUUUUURRGGH!" A cry sounded, scaring off the children nearby.
"YEGADS, STRONGMAN, SHUT YER BELLOWIN' DOWN AN' THAT THING TOO!" Cried Harry the Chief Watchman back, as a series of guards kept the crowd from compacting even further. The scene was finally visible for young Broler; A man was trying to pull a relatively large and filled cart of Dwarven make. Sporting huge, bulging muscles over which a small ragged linen cloth that fought desperately to resist the tension of the physical strength being employed, this man appalled the women and livened up the men, who were now cheering wildly with the excitement of one who sees his favourite boxer winning the fight.
The crowd opened way to the still crying out man, as he dragged the cart into the small town and near Alegard's smithy. The dwarf had interrupted his smithing as did everyone else; Such a racket kept him unfocused during his smithing, and it might as well be good to check out the source of it all. Standing slightly over six feet tall of pure muscle was Strongman, his one-eyed face wet with sweat, his chest inflating and deflating with furious breaths. Broler observed, astonished at what he had just seen.
"You, lad, are one crazy idiot. Draggin' a cart on yerself! A bloody Dwarven cart, fer the looks of it! Do ye want ter lose yer arms, ye dimwit?!" Alegard barked, as he inspected the vehicle.
"I've pulled stuff you wouldna' imagine, Alegard." Replied Strongman. "This 'ere baby lost a wheel at the South Road, near my farm. Lost the other three at the entrance, as ye could listen just now." He said, spitting afterwards. "Yer mates are at me house. I told'em ye'd fix it."
"Oh, why don't I just prepare some wee tea for'em, while they have their sweet little time?!"
"Don't worry, I'll cover the damage. Can you fix it or not?"
The dwarf began groping his beard, as he checked the cart.
"It be on tip-top condition, but the wheels are missin'. They slid off..." He pointed at the spot where the cart wheel was once attatched. "I'd love ter smack the bloke who did this... it was messed up with."
Broler gulped. He thought his handiwork was not the spotlight this day; Apparently, he was wrong, as he slowly stepped away, acellerating out of sight quickly.
"...well, see me at the Pony then. I need a drink."
Strongman tossed his trusty pouch over him, as he stepped towards the Pony. The women returned to their chores and the men to their plows with a renewed hope in their minds; The Common Room of the Pony would be quite entertaining that evening if Strongman was at the village. Bloody odd a man, but at least he helped around.
Dakota Strider
17-09-2007, 13:56
We are going to attempt to hold the next DME Sunday, September 23, 6 pm GMT (1 pm EST)[if this is too early for most, we can do it one hour later.]. While we did have several people ready to do this on Saturday, it was decided to postpone this, as DM Sauron feels this event will have role play consequences that will affect many, even outside of TGC. A couple did tell me that Tuesday would work, but because I have not heard from a majority of the members, would like to shoot for a day that may be better. Let me know how this date & time works as soon as possible, we can make adjustments to try to include the maximum number of our members.
The DME will begin in Edoras.
Captain, I send word from Rivendell of further revelations on Fardor. Tracking orc prints I found myself in caverns near the Lossoth camps. A tribe of small orcs, in the company of a few wolves and trolls was found within. By various means I was able to overcome them, though one of there number learned in dark chanting at first eluded me. It was when this one had escaped and I was searching the caverns that I noticed a man watching me, clad in dark garb and remaining mostly in the shadow. He called himself Lugnut, a joke on me, for it later transpired that this was Fardor. We talked a while and on asking what his purpose was in such an unwelcome place he replied that
he was looking for a girl called Heinen, of 17 summers. He further suggested the Lossoth had been told of her and would know what to do with her should I find her. He described her as having long white hair and was last seen wearing thick furs. I agreed to watch for such a person and take her to the Lossoth should I find her and should she be agreeable to aid. He then shrouded himself in darkness and was gone when the light returned.
On the way out of the caverns I came across the goblin who seemed to have made good his escape, he was in the company of wolves. I managed to overcome the wolves with fire oil on my blade at which point the goblin suggested Fardur had sent him back to finish me. The goblin was clearly in fear of Fardor, which suggests Fardor has some power over them than merely employing them. I told the goblin that I would let it live should it tell me all it knew of Fardor but it seemed too afraid, yet the mere fact that it had mentioned Fardors name resulted in him appearing from the shadows and attacking the goblin, hoping to kill it before it gave me more information. As I turned my attack to Fardor he fled, but not before inflicting serious wounds on the goblin, clearly something was on his blades which started an infection to begin almost immediately. The goblin also mentioned that Fardor is not a real name and that many names are used by him; at which point it also became clear that the one called Lugnut was Fardor. I also learned from the goblin that Fardor never tells the truth but pays them well; hey uses the claw sign and is forging an alliance of wolves, men and orcs. The goblins dyeing words were "Fardor is a......". I would guess that the sentence would have ended with “werewolf”. I have with me a sample of the infected blood from the goblin and will present it to the healers of the Valley at first opportunity in the hope that they can uncover whatever was on Fardor’s blade for further clues in this whole matter.
Regarding the girl Fardor mentioned, it is possible that this was merely a ruse to throw me off his trail but I would urge one of our number to speak to the Lossoth and see if they are aware of such a person.
Finally, on my way to the Valley I met up with the elven lady, Canith. She was eager to report something to me but we were distracted by further troubles in the High Pass and subsequently had to separate. If the lady has not yet been able to communicate with us then I suggest we seek her out.
Healer
aqualung
23-09-2007, 12:43
Beregôr wandered along a small river. The sun stood high, but it was not very warm on this day. Eight days ago he left his home that is east of Lake Evendim. His family got that land after his fathers of old once rescued the king of Arnor from a battle. As a reward the king gave some good land and a token to Beregôr's family. Since then they lived there. His mother, Aldarië, is still there. She did not want to leave it. In the far he saw some hills, and the sun began to fall. He remembered the day the Dúnedain rangers came to his home and told his mother that his father, Baratôr, was killed while hunting orcs in the Misty Mountains. It was the most horrible day for him, but he still wanted to be like his father. He was just eight years old that day, but since that day he trained even harder and was often alone in the wilderness or near the mines of Annúminas, the old city of the king. One day - he remembers as it was yesterday - he heard a moaning from inside a badger hole, he tried to crawl inside to help the injured animal, but he got stuck. He took hours until his mother found him. Since then she often called him also "Rhavan" (Sindarin: "The Wild") and at the afternoon they laughed together. His mother seldom laughed after the day the rangers came. With the rest of the daylight he could see now some smoke at the horizon. There had to be a village or town. Is that already the land called Shire? His mother told him that he may meet some of his kind there. At that moment he totally felt excited and he remembered the words his father told him every night before he went to bed. "Protect the good, fight the evil, for the king shall return." He would not fail.
Dakota Strider
23-09-2007, 17:23
It appears that the King of Rohan has refused to speak to the Rangers on the issue we have petitioned him for at this time. Rumours around Meduseld that he does not quite seem himself persist. Some of the higher ranking officers in the court, that remember the assistance members of our company have provided in the past, have suggested that perhaps further deeds in the service of Rohan, may help to get King Theoden's attention.
Due to circumstances, we will not be holding the DME today. Sorry,