Thread: Roleplaying time!
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"I think he's important cause he was guarded by 7 others....plus he carried this with him..." and Howlett produced a metal box.
"I have tried to open it but with no luck....the metal is strong and unknown to me."
Grundig examined the box...
"So did I miss anything"
"Doesn't look fashioned by Dwarves, or Elves and I've never seen a lock like this either," he remarked as he continued his inspection.
"Looks like it would withstand even a blow from my axe, and us Dwarves can't detect magic. Either of you sense any dwimmer force about it?" With that he handed the box to Dar. "Maybe it'll take a Wizard or a Master Thief to unravell this puzzle."
Beneguld jumped towards the sound, found the pony, recognized it, looked around, and found the hobbit. "Why you little eavesdropper," he snarled as he grabbed Gotho and shoved him into the clearing with Renegad.
"What is this?" Renegad asked.
"This, my master, is a spying little hobbit." He turned to Gotho. "How much did you hear?" he growled.
[Edited on 21/7/2003 by Rednell]
"I don't believe you," said Beneguld. "How long have you been listening??"
"Answer wisely, lad," Renegad said menacingly. "We've murdered before and we will again."
Gotho started to cry. "I heard the whole thing," he sobbed. "I won't tell no one, I swear!"
Beneguld looked out on Weathertop. "They will have heard the pony. They'll be here any minute."
"Can you lead them off?" asked Renegad
"I could try, but it won't be easy. Can your camp leave until morning?" Beneguld asked.
"All right," Renegad conceeded. "I'll lead them away, but only until morning. Lead them back the way the Nazgul went--that will slow them down. And if you run into the Nine, simply tell them you are a friend of Renegad."
Gotho sat silently, hoping the others were coming. He didn't much like hearing all this. Beneguld bent down to him. "If you so much as let out a whisper of this, I won't hesitate to kill you." The look in his eyes made the little hobbit almost start crying again. The man was not joking.
Rengad left them and went the way the Nazgul had first come, and Beneguld sat down to wait for the others.
"Is that what happened?" anatea asked.
The hobbit paused, and Beneguld gave him a meaningful look, gripping and releasing his dagger. "Yes," Gotho said, "that's what happened. If it weren't for Beneguld, it wouldn't have gotten me. And my pony Griff."
"What in he*l is going on here????" growled Howlett
"If you hadn;t noticed there are Ringwraiths and orcs outthere and we don't need to be letting them know our postion now do we..."
Frigolian Slip or do
"Some fighting force this os gonna be" he thought as he laughed to himself
Beneguld smiled. "The halfling would have gotten to Weathertop, if he hadn't come back for the pony. We should leave now, before the wraithe comes back with his friends."
(Dark's signature is more than three lines long (including blank lines) and contains an URL which is against our rules. Val told him this via PM on 19 JUL 2003 and requested Dark fix his signature. Dark will receive an official final warning via email he doesn't soon comply voluntarily. - Grondy)
[Edited on 24/7/2003 by Grondmaster]
Beneguld stepped forward. "What is your name, friend?" He wanted to make it clear to Renegad that they were not to show they knew eachother.
"There body language is there undoin'. Beneguld and Renegad our lying..tryin' ta hide sumthin'......"
Howlett stepped forward from the shadows....
"Right what is goin' on here Beneguld....I know ya hiding sumthin'...." he shot a quick glance at Renegad
"And times are more perilous than you know friend" as he stood beside Grundig
Rosie-Posie (the one who had found the note) stepped forward.
"I bet it's got something to do with the fire and this note!" exclaimed Rosie-Posie, "I bet they set this all up and..." but before Rosie-Posie could finish her sentence, Beneguld grabbed her and held his dagger to her throat.
"If any of you continue to investigate this, the hobbit-lass is gone" Beneguld threatened. With that he grabbed Griff the pony as he and Renegad took off into the darkness with Rosi-Posie.
she stared into the eyes of Beneguld from the ground and standing she said. "what is it you hide from us who trusted you, and know you've risked the life of a hobbit, your life will be taken if she dies, by my sword if it may. Take us to her."
IC: As Grundig helped the Sea-lass from the ground, where she had been knocked when the traitor ran by, he yelled, "And her threat goes doubly from me!"
"Let's after the Varlets!," he continued, "Howlett, would you like the lead? Oops, I apologize, that pun wasn't intended; I mean with your special abilities, could you track them from the point?"
ic: Gotho stood silent . 'If you so much as let out a whisper of this, I won't hesitate to kill you' Beneguld's snarling voice still rang clear in his head. The threat of Beneguld (and his recent actions) did not make the hobbit eager to share information--he was still terrified of Beneguld's promise. But something else was bugging him. Why did his master's face look so familiar?
ic: Gotho stood there, silently thinking. He could just go back to Bree. He'd lost his pony, he'd been threatened with death--that was quite enough of an adventure for any hobbit. But something in him wanted him to follow. He didn't have his pony Griff anymore, but he still had his legs, if he could keep up. Without ever really making up his mind he ran after the dwarf.
ic: Grundig hung back a little, not wanting to also lose Anatea and Gotho. Soon they caught up with him and he picked up the pace a little faster.
"Hope Dark is okay, we haven't seen him since the Ringwraiths. And I hope Howlett marks the path if Beneguld leaves it. You guys holding up alright?" he asked over his shoulder to those following him."
"They should be able to follow me with no problems"
ic: Beneguld didn't know where exactly they were headed, but Renegad seemed to know where he was going. "The pony won't hold us much longer!" Renegad shouted back. Beneguld held tighter to Rosie.
Renegad suddenly jumped off the pony. "Come on!" he shouted to Beneguld. Beneguld jumped off the pony, with Rosie in tow. After securely binding her arms, they were off again. After a few more minutes Beneguld asked where they were headed.
"As far as we can get from the camp. If they found it, it would all be over." Renegad suddenly laughed. "Where are those Ringwraithes when you need them?"
looking down at the hobbit she could tell he was deep in thought, that worried him. "are you allright there my friend?" she asked him.
ooc. I'm not gonna be signing in for the next couple of weeks, I'm going on vacation!! to the beach, but please if somebody can "be" my character for the while I would appreciate it! feel free to add anything on my behalf
please and thankyou!!!
ic: Gotho had been thinking as hard as his hobbit mind could think. Why did his master's face look so familiar? He didn't know why, but something in it reminded him of a story he heard as a lad.
Long ago, in Bree
there was a man, and he
had a band of men
that numbered ten.
Tall and strong was he
(the man who lived in Bree)
and started fights
on all the nights
From week to week and more.
The others of Bree
(it was easy to see)
didn't like these men
and again and again,
they kept them from ale
and bread, even stale
stuff that never saw light of day.
And so this man
with his scheming band
hied away from Bree
and none again did see
that tall, strong man
and his outlaw band
in the walls of the town of Bree.
The man swore to death
with every breathe
to wreak vengeance on the town.
Gotho was always brought back to that one rhyme. The story was probably untrue anyway. People liked making stories up like that. But Gotho couldn't be sure.
"I'm okay. That ringwraithe startled me, that's all."
ooc: Sorry the poem's not very good. I made it up on the spot.
[Edited on 31/7/2003 by Beleg_Strongbow]
"There workin' for the otherside the back stabbin' wee cretins....there goin' down"
Howlett went ta jump them when suddenly he was enveloped in some dark light....." a wizard always a da*n wizard"
ic: "Ah good, Howlett's been marking the trail for us," said Grundig as he trotted along. "Keep your eyes and ears peeled for anything out of the ordinary," he tossed back over his shoulder to his companions as they chased after Howlett and the abductors. He started to pick up the pace ...
Rosie-Posie, although binded could still hear perfectly well. There was a slight rustle in the bushes behind her, and she half-turned to see what it was, expecting it to be another Ringwraith. But fortunately it was Howlett. Realizing they hadn't abandoned her and left her to die, she began to think of a way to distract her two captors.
So she screamed. Beneguld and Renegad both turned their attention towards Rosie-Posie. Now to frightened to do anything else, she continued to scream, hoping the others had something else better planned.
But Renegad had also heard Howlett and immediately set a spell upon him. Howlett, who now could not move, was brought forth from the bushes, bound and gagged.
Great, thought Rosie-Posie, Now I just got someone else in this mess with me, now they have two hostages!
[Editat el 4/8/2003 per Andrea]
Renegad swung the base of his staff and tripped up the Dwarf, who landed in a heap at Beneguld's feet. Beneguld placed his dagger tip at poor old Grundig's Adam's apple. The Dwarf immediately relaxed and gave his whole hearted attention the wielder of the blade.
Now any attempted rescue was left up to Anatea and Gotho, and the number of hostages had increased to three. This was more than the malefactors could easily control, they must either truss them on the back of pony like rugs, leave one or more of them bound and gagged by the wayside, or kill them outright. Which was it to be....
[Edited on 5/8/2003 by Dark_Duelist]
Howlett held the stick and started to speak softly....
"By the light of the Vishanti undo this bindind spell"
and suddenly a purple light shone forth from Howlett and the binding spell was broken.
"Now who else wants some" as Howlett landed on the ground and unsheathed his weapons just in time as well cause a horde of orcs came burstin' through the treeline...."Now it gets interestin'"
With a Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu! Grundig entered the fray; and this time when he swung "Slyce", it cleaved Orc-flesh like butter.
Rosie looked around in the darkness to see Renegad being carted off on Griff the pony, Beneguld running along side.
Rosie looked around, spotted Gotho and yelled, "They're geting away, and they've got your pony Griff!"
Grundig replied, 'Then you better follow them Dark, we can handle these Orcs.' With that he removed the body from another Orc's head. 'Rosie, you and Gotho can follow after Dark and mark the path for us if you don't feel you can whack these Orks.' And another Orc bit the dust.
Grundig turned round just as the spear shot passed him and went through a orcs head
They raced through the woods, the sounds of the battle growing fainter behind them.
I hope Dark knows what he's doing, 'cause I sure don't!