Misty Hollow (RP)

[Nóm]

Misty Hollow


Around dusk Ranuial apears at the end of the street. He stolls through town realising that there is trouble. He overhears people arguing about crops and farm animals. It looks like the town is having a food shortage this winter. He decides to visit the Misty Inn where many of the town's farmers spend their evening. He opens the door to the Inn and people look up and watch as the wandering Elf enters with a cool draft of air. Ranuial see's familiar faces and wonders who to approach first

[Nóm]

There is no song or music, no sounds save a few men grumbling quietly to eachother.
"strange indeed"
No one in the Inn makes a move to aproach or gives a sign that they are interested in conversation with Ranuial..

Ranuial strolls through the room which is less smokey than usual but no less gloomy.

[Dwarf Lord]

a stout looking dwarf watches the elves swift, elegant moves with a smug look on his face.

[Nóm]

Ranuial takes and seat and requests an ale. Hearing heavy footsteps approach he glances back at the dwarf.

'This dwarf is as stout as this ale' thinks Ranuial, and he turns back towards the bar with a thoughtful look.

[Dwarf Lord]

The dwarf walks arrogantly up, and sits upon the stool next to elf with a grunt! He angles himself away looking very emersed in his ale.
"What brings an elf to these parts?" he says half turning, and looking sidelong at the fair creature.

[Nóm]

Ranuial turns, facing the dwarf and says "The same thing could be wondered of a dwarf. Though I've come to these parts because I am fond of the inhabitants."

[Dwarf Lord]

"As for me I really don't think it's any of your buisness, but i will tell you anyway. For it maybe to my advantage. I am wandering east after a wayfarer who ambushed me farther back. He seemed to have Queer powers. His face had no shadows, and was sickly white." The Dwarf looked very grave." This man has shown me a fool, and will pay for my misgivings!" The dwarf said slamming the mug to the counter.

[Nóm]

Runial caresses his chin with his thumb and first finger
"Two things I wonder: What ***** powers did he seem to have?...and what can you tell me of his voice?"

[Dwarf Lord]

The dwarf was very reluctant. not wanting to talk further of his failure says, " He approached me from the wayside, and barred the way. He talked in a shrill raspy voice. He told me to turn away or it will be the end of me. I took this for small talk, and simply walked around him not saying a word. He didn't say or do anything until I was well on my way with him close behind. The man made me very anxious so i sped up not wanting a confrontation. Then he just stopped his heavy footfalls seized. He watched me until i was at least twenty furlongs ahead. Then a nasty sharp cry arose from him. it seemed amplified. I turned to face him only to find a bright pulsing light and something very large hit me in the stomach. I was thrown into a tree along the farther side. My first reaction was to grab my axe. The cry came again, but the lights faded out only to be replaced by an inpenetrable shadow. The only thing i could do was throw my axe at the nothingness. when it hit it slashed the shadow an released a fallow light that shown greater then the sun. the shadow then morphed into a terrible flaming shape and threw its bulk against me. pinning me against the tree. To my relief and for some odd reason it moved swiftly away. I lay there for some time unable to comprehend what had happened. Eventually i got up and followed it's massive tracks to the edge of this town. and here i am." The dwarf took on a tired exspression, sighed and took a big gulp of ale.

[Nóm]

"Perhaps something more than a bad winter is disturbing this town"

Ranuial looks aroound the room before turning to the dwarf, and in a whisper speaks: "I feel that something is off in Misty Hollow. Upon entering I heard bitter words exchanged among some of the people. I at first took this to be due to a bad winter"

Ranuial sighs...

"We should talk more away from this small croud"

Placing hand against his chest he speaks now "I am Ranuial."

[Dwarf Lord]

" I too think we should talk else where, all the ears and eyes are upon us now. I am not familiar with this place, but maybe you have a place in mind where we can go." The dwarf replies looking at the many faces and sharp glances from around the room. He then stands and imitating Ranuial's gesture he says " I am Bolon the second...son of Mori!"

[Nóm]

"For now we will request a room and talk there. In the morning I must speak with some of the town's people"
The two of them walk down a dark hallway that leads into a large room.
Ranuial takes a seat near the fireplace and pours a glass of wine

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon enters the room searching it's contents. He can only see the two arm chairs around a small table in front of a fire. Vague shadows rippled across the unseen walls. He takes in a deep breath catching scents of burning birch and mothballs. He walks forward and seats himself across from the dark haired elf facing the small glowing hearth. He looks over his shoulder at the elf. " So, what do you make of these strange tidings?"

[Nóm]

"For now all that i can make of it is that something evil is aboout. This thing that you describe to me, I've heard him mentioned before"

Ranuial stares into the fire...

"I do not know what it is, it I do not like what it reminds me of."

Ranuial remembers tales that he's heard of the dark lord Melkor, and of Balrogs

"It sounds like something... that I doubt it could be."

Ranuial thinks of what he has heard of the dark creatures and he is aware that Bolon's description does not fit... he hopes that it does not fit

"I do not know what it is, but I hope that it is not a demon."

He turns back to Bolon.

"I hope that it has nothing to do with this town, but I fear that it does. I wonder if it wasn't trying to keep you front coming here. if so, why? How far did you say you were from the town when this thing came upon you?"

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon replies while stroking his beard," It's hard to say I was...a little out of it from the blows that creature delt. But i would estimate around two miles maybe a little more." Bolon looks over his shoulder at Ranuial to see if his answer was fitting. He showed no sign of unrest or weirness, but he sure felt it!

[Nóm]

"That is nearer than I like. But I s'pose there is little more than can be done about it tonight"

Ranuial sits back and hums to himself...

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon satisfied with the elfs answer lays back. after a moment he reaches down and unstraps his boots. He lay them and a small hooded cloak he had been wearing beside the fire place. after warming by the fire for a bit he moves around the room finding three small beds along the wall to the right of the fire place. he approaches a small window to the left palely lit by the late rising moon. He sees a snow drift has almost piled up to the window. The glistening flakes look like a sea of dimonds streching and molding around trees and leafless bushes far into the distance. Far off among a thicket of trees a shadow dashes between two trees. Bolon thinks he saw something, but thinks nothing of it.

[Nóm]

Ranuial tosses some logs on the fire and gives it a stir before going to a bed. He there lays on his back with his a hands folded atop his chest. he sighs at the night, and wonders at Bolon's tale.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon seeing Ranuial lying down to bed decides to get some sleep as well. His bruises are hurting, and he is all too tired. He takes the bed closest to the door. A small feather pad covers the frame with a small patchwork quilt at the end of the bed. He sits down bouncing twice to test the softness, and to check for any hard spots. Slowly he swings his feet upon the bed, and let's his head fall on to the large pillow. with a sigh of relief he let's himself drift into a smoke filled dream of battles long ago, and of honor to be won. He thought of his father and his mother, and finally of the creature. It was a shadow beyond any shadow filtering through the darkness feeding on fear. Bolon swore he could feel the dark tentacles of shadow engulf his body. The feeling made him want to scream, but when he tried nothing came forth. There was no hope of escape...

[Nóm]

Ranuial is carried away for hours by Elvish dreams of dancing on along the shore amid silver trees and the music of harps

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon wakes suddenly. only to find himself tangled in the sheets. He untangles himself and sits up on the side of the bed. Feeling very overwhelmed by the dream he goes to the window not wanting to sleep any longer. Outside it's early morning the sun can be seen as a tiny speck through a break in the dark snow filled clouds. Being very cold and not at all rested he decides to sit by the fire. Over the night the small fire had burned down to glowing embers, so Bolon threw a few logs on and got it going again. The small fire began to glow happily, and the room was becoming very warm and cheery. Bolon tried to press the dreams that came in the night far back in his mind. Not wanting to relive that nightmare, but he knows sooner or later he should tell Ranuial if he wants his help in this enigma. He pores himself some wine left in the pitcher from the night before, and sits thinking of happier times and all the nice people he had met. he had met many people in his days of wandering, but none were as strange or kind as the elf Ranuial.

[Nóm]

"Good morning Bolon"
Ranuial gets up and moves through the room, taking a pot of water and hanging it above the fire.
The smell of bacon and baking breads can be smelled coming from the common room.
Ranuial goes through his bag and pulls out a small bundle wrapped in a thick heavy cloth. He unrolls it and pulls out a cookie.

He then offers Bolon some.

"I will be going to the common room for breakfast this morning, you can join me if you wish"

[Dwarf Lord]

"Thank you,"says Bolon excepting a peice of the cookie. "I think maybe I shall join you in the common room. I would like to talk to some of the commoners. Maybe discover the mystery of this small town." Bolon Raises himself up from the chair and grabs his boots from aside the fireplace. Sitting on the bed he straps them on, and stands ready to follow Ranuial.

[Nóm]

Ranuial cleans himself up and straps on his sword.
They make their way up the hall and into the common room. Some children on their way out stop and stair at the Elf and dwarf.
One child waves franticly and calls "Ranuial!"
Ranuail signals his hello to the child and takes a seat.
"His father was less excited to see me last night"
In the room several small groups of men sit around tables talking as though nothing were wrong in town.
Some men are seen dinning alone, there are also a few women and children having breakfast.

[Dwarf Lord]

"Everything around here seems strange. no one is happy, but I can't say i'm to happy with all this bad weather, and evil buisness," whispers Bolon. Not wanting to make any of the seemingly angry commoners any angrier. " You say you know some of this pople, so maybe you could talk to a few of them. I don't think they would open up and talk to a strange dwarf," states Bolon leaning in closer to Ranuial.

[Nóm]

A cheery looking man walks through the door and up to the bar.
he can be heard laughing with the barman...
He then turns and seeing Ranuial and Bolon raises a brow.
"This ia Bregor, he is a friend of mine." Ranuial tells Bolon in a low voice.

"Ranuial!" cries Bregor coming over to the dwarf and Elf.
Ranuial stands to greet him, and gesturing to Bolon speaks: "This is Bolon the second, son or Mori."

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon stands up next to Ranuial, and raises his hand to his chest. " Bolon son of Mori at your service, Sir Bregor friend of Ranuial." says Bolon looking at the man with surprise." You seem to be the only happy soul in this wretched town."

[Nóm]

Bregor takes a seat next to Bolon And Ranuial
Turning to Bolon he says "So you've noticed!...Yes.." then is a whisper he speaks "We've had some mysterious deaths here in town..."
Bregor glances around the room
"By mysterious I mean funny...see...some of our farmers been dyin'. People sayin' these deaths aint no accident"
Bregor stops speaking as the barman nears carrying two trays with plates, cups, a pitcher, pancakes, bacon, eggs, and biscuits..
The three thank the barman and he tells them to give a shouth if anything else is needed.
After the barman slips away Bregor continues in a whisper

Ranuial and Bolon listen intently.
"Old Moffin's out near the lake went to sleep one night and he never woke up...this heres a young man too. About my age....his wife moved in with their daughter and her husband...then old Furin..he goes out there and he starts runnin' the farm.....and.....(he glances around the rooom again)...thats not all by a mile...folk have been saying to stay out of the woods at night. They're sayin' something about a monster that shanges shape...s'posed to look like a man....but isn't a man...Now i dont know anything about a monster-man...but some folks here are takin' it dead serious...Making the little ones come in before dark and all"

[Dwarf Lord]

"So a man-monster you say. I believe I have seen this elleged creature." Says Bolon stroking his dark beard looking very hard at Bregor." Has anyone actually seen the creature. I would like to make sure the two creatures are the same. Even though i doubt there are two of these man-monsters."

[Nóm]

Bregor in taken aback a little by this dwarf's response. Bregor does not know much about dwarves but he doesn't think that the race would make up anything like that the way humans do.
"well..." continues Bregor "My sister's girl said she heard a scary voice and saw a man dashing through the trees... but she said this man was 'too dark'... she's only a little girl... 4 years old, so we dont know what to make of it...Scary voice? Heck! That could be anything to a little lady her age...little girls are always being scared of something...little boys too."
Now Bregor looks from Bolon to Ranuial who is smearing honey over a biscuit.
Ranuial looks at Bolon and raises a brow...."scary voice..."

[Dwarf Lord]

"It seems strange but that sounds like the creature i met along the road. And his voice wasn't normal by any standards. Well, I believe we have nailed the creature down, and we know that it's in the forest. What do you think we should do next Ranuial?"Says Bolon tirning to the elf.

[Nóm]

Bregor looks a bit surprised but a faint grin comes to his face "You two plannin' somethin?...I want in..nothins gonna drive my neices and nephews to hidin' out in the house"

Ranuial answers "How Willing are the townpeople to talk openly about this? We might be able to get some information from someone. It is my thought though, that anyone with Enough information is probably not a friend of the town (sighs)...I think we should find this creature and stalk it out for a bit. It would help in chosing the correct course of action if we know more about what is going on"

Ranuial takes a gulp of milk and wipping away the milk mastache says "I dont know about you two, but I'd also like to know what we are up against before I go shooting my arrows off at something"

Bregor chuckles...."I guess I would like to know what we're going up against myself...By the way Ranuial...I've always wanted to see an Elf with facial hair..should put that mastache back and leave it...it's fitting for you" he chuckles loudly

Ranuial smiles and shakes his head...he then looks to Bolon

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon chuckles at bergor's jest. "The plan isn't the best, but it is our only choice. all other paths may lead to evil or even worse...death. I am more then willing to lend my axe to help the town, and to settle a score with the creature. But now i must eat, or i will surely shrivel up like a prune." Bolon says grabbing a basket full of small fire-baked biscuits.

[Nóm]

Bregor looks back and forth between the Dwarf and the Elf.
"Bolon" he says "maybe you can improve on the plan?"
Ranuial looks to Bolon

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon looking up from his meal says," Well I really shouldn't have criticized your plan because i won't be able to come up with something better. I just don't think it would be safe to stalk around after it. I think that it's more powerful then we think, and it will know we're there. Let me think for a while and maybe I'll come up with something." Bolon sat back and began to stare at his plate.

[Nóm]

Bregor snatches up a slice of bacon..and takes a bite.
With his mouth full he calls to the barman..."Another ale!"
he sits back chewing his bacon.
Ranuial eats more biscuit with honey, and he thinks: There must be someone else who can aid us. Surely someone else is town knows more about this creature. Someone must know which town people are invloved with this thing, if any. Furin?...he is a bad man, and i wonder about him. Why did he of all people take over Moffin's farm?

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon looking up gives a sigh of frustration. " This creature Baffles me. I wish I could figure it out, but my efforts are futile. We must find a weakness, or what it is. I think the key to this is my encounter. Something I did or something that happened by chance around or near me sent the creature running." Bolon said looking at the rafters up above. "I believe I injured it with my axe but I don't think that was enough. Again i draw a blank. I think that we should go into the woods, but not go looking for the creature. If we go and stake out in the woods or near the farm we might find something out," proclaimed Bolon looking at the two to see if they approve.

[Nóm]

Ranuial speaks
"I agree that we should watch the farm, I think that Furin may be a key to this. Bregor, who else do you think should be watched?"

Bregon replies "We should watch him and anyone invloved with him!!..I mean, anyone who frequents the farm, or the Frosty Inn"

Ranuial "It is true that Furin and his scoundral buddies frequent that Inn. It should be watched. As well as the outlying woods. Bregor should watch the frosty Inn, since he does go there sometimes, his being there would arouse the least suspicion. Bolon and I can easily keep an eye on the woods, but this farm of Furins will be tricky. If an out of towner is spotted loitering around, it will cause suspision I am sure. Bregor...are you in a position to get closer to the farm without this happening?"

Bregor replies "I reckon I could do it easy enough, Furin buys lambs from me. I go out to his farm too!...Every now and then when he has a big slaughter job to be done. Easier than bringing 'em all down to the shop."

[Dwarf Lord]

" So," inquires Bolon, " Are you implying we should send Bergor in alone to the farm. Or were you thinking we will stake out a try not to be seen while he investigates?" asks Bolon of Ranuial.

[Nóm]

Bregor replies to that
"I could go up to the farm alone easy enough, but you folks might like to come along and hide out? Who can say, maybe you will see something!"

Ranuial "perhaps we will do that. Bolon it is strange what you say of this creature: him being scared away by something"

Ranuial wondered...

Bregon spoke up "I'll be getting off to the shop now, there's lots of folk bringin' in wild animals these days. Most of 'ems cleaning and carvin' em up themself....but i do a fair amount of work. Might I meet up with you two later on this evening? we may go out to the farm tonight. I got some baby lambs on the way, I s'pose I could go out to the Furin farm and enquire about a sell...if ya know what i mean"

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon looking at the man replied," I think it would be wise if we fallow you but keep out of veiw. We should meet up here for dinner later tonight. I thank you, Bregor for your service, and i wish you a good day!"
Bolon got up from his seat and bowed to the ground.

[Nóm]

"You're most welcome Bolon...it's darn good to see that someone aims to do something about all this mess, we're gonna get it before it gets out of hand!"

Bregor chugs down his ale.
"See you folks here around dusk!"
Ranuial replies "See you, Bregor"

Bregor stands up and bows to dwarf and Elf....he grabs another peice of bacon before he turns and hurries out the door.

Ranuial and Bolon notice that the common room is clearing out some.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon looks to Ranuial, " What do we do now. We can't go out searching the woods, but we may want to have a look around the town without attracting much attention." Bolon stands streaches his arms into the air with a big yawn.

[Nóm]

Ranuial stands up "Yes, I would like some fresh morning air. I hope the mood outside is better than it was last night. (Ranuial moves his hands in a puzzled and expressive gesture) Though I fear this will not be so. When I entered town last night there was anxiety in the air. Such that I quit singing and wallked into town silently"

Ranuial heads for the door leading outside..

[Dwarf Lord]

"I too felt the atmosphere was off when I walked into town. Where would you propose we go, I am not familiar with this place but I would like to be." stated Bolon clasping his cloak around his shoulders and fastening the strap holding his axe to his belt. instinctively he felt for the flask that was held at his side making sure the precious item was there. Feeling ready Bolon waited for Ranuial to lead the way.

[Nóm]

Ranuial says on his way out the door.."For now I would like to walk ,(ranuial looks over his shoulder and lowers his voice) and listen closely to all that is said on the street"
He glances to the flask at Bolons side...and continues out the door.

When outside he turns west and strolls forward.

It is a clear breezy day out. All was quiet so far. A few people can be seen further up the street, some walking this way and that, others gathered in small groups.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon follows Ranuial's lead, looking into the small shop windows and small road side houses. Most of the houses were closed up with all the curtains drawn. Every so often Bolon would glance towards a house, and the curtains would suddenly snap shut. "Everything about this town feels so sureal," thought Bolon to himself. Not much was going on in the streets a few people would walk by heads bent down, trying not to acknowledge the presents of the two wayfarers.

[Nóm]

Up the street walked Bolon and Ranuial, and after awhile it begins to snow lightly. Suddenly Ranuial hisses "Listen!"...he whispers "Those men up ahead"

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon snaps his head forward. There was a group of men huddled up in front of a building farther ahead. Bolon herd nothing, but Ranuials ears were keener. and could probably pick up what they were saying. Bolon made no move to speak, letting the elf listen to the conversation. He tryed to make himself fit in. not wanting to draw the mens attention. Feeling soft flakes fall onto his head and ears he lifts his cloak hood.

[Nóm]

The men look down the street in the direction of the dwarf and Elf. They then disapear through a door into a small building.

Ranuial speaks "Just before those men went indoors one of them gestured in our direction before the others looked at us. I heard some of what was said. They spoke of that creature. I am sure of it. I heard one of them say 'he attacked the Dwarf, but he heard something' this voice was cut off by several other voices. Amid the chatter I picked up 'is he affraid of that Elf?' There was laughter too."
Ranuial took a deep breath and paused, running a hand through his hair he spoke again.
"I heard the phrase 'shape of a balrog' I wasn't certain if I heard correctly until another voice stood out, speaking 'balrog? what is that?' I must think a bit and diguest this all"
The Elf looked sadly at the ground, then he pressed is lips tightly together and look over at Bolon with wide eyes.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon turning to Ranuial his face hidden under the shade of the hood say's," I don't know what to make of this, but I know of this creature 'balrog'. My father used to tell me tales, and one of them was of the war of the ring and many other stories pertaining to it. He mentioned it being in The mines of Moria, and that it was the cause for the great city of dwarves to fall. The story goes that the dwarves mind a very strong and rare metal there called mithril, but they got to greedy and mined to deep and unleashed an evil creature. That creature was the Balrog. It's shape is a massive flaming creature with wings." Bolon threw his hood back and looked as though he figured out something big. He looked to Ranuial and exclaimed, " That must have been what that creature was that attacked me on the path. But there are still a few holes in my theory. The creature had more than one form, and if that thing really was a balrog why the blow it delt did not kill me I don't know." Bolon tug at his beard as if it would help his mind figure it all out.

[Nóm]

Ranuial speaks "I too have heard of balrogs, but was what you saw large enough to be one? I heard the phrase 'shape of a balrog'. It think the creature may have been something that looks like a balrog but is not one" Ranuial starts forward again, slowly.

[Dwarf Lord]

"Yes, now that I think about it, it was all to small. In my fathers tale it was several stories high. The thing in the forest was probably 3 feet taller and 2 times broader than an average man. Then it surely wasn't a balrog!" Bolon pulls harder at his beard. " Another thing comes to my attention. you said one of the men mentioned it possibly being affraid of you. I believe we came into town around the same time, and if some how he sensed you coming he would have become frantic and more worried with you then me." Bolon finally let go of his beard and looked to the tall Elf.

[Nóm]

Ranuial speaks "Sensed me somehow? (a look of recognition grows on Ranuial's face) Indeed, I think he must have heard me singing. As i came upon the town from the South-Eastern side I was singing in the woods. This does time out well. I wonder why he would fear me. There is a magic in my voice, but never have I used this to desroy an evil creature. My voice can be soothing or strengthening, encouraging, tiring, even fear inducing, but that is only when i wish it to be so. Singing in the woods along the town i did not aim to induce fear but to uplift myself"

[Dwarf Lord]

"Maybe he heard your voice, but that wasn't what made him afraid. It could have been the fact that you were coming, and your voice gave you away." Bolon looked from Ranuial to the building where the men entered." What is that building that the men entered?"

[Nóm]

Ranuial speaks "heh...a blacksmith's place"

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon bites his lip in thought. " I wonder what they're doing there. could just be ordinary buisness, but with what you just heard from them I am not at all sure. Do you think we should check it out?" Bolon questions.

[Nóm]

Ranuial says "Let's go inside, I will have my sword sharpend, we'll see what they think of that"

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon nods in agreement, " My axe could use some sharping, It has been to long scince last i had it fixed. But we should be careful without our weapons they might try to make a move!"

[Nóm]

Ranuial looks pleased...."That they might, for this reason you should request your axe be sharpend only after My sword is done and in hand. We will be altert, I think an attack is unlikely though."

Bolon and Ranuial head to the Blacksmith's shop. It is a rich dark red wood and above an archway there is an extremey large iron sword, upon this sword is written "Weaponcraft"
Ranuial turns to Bolon before opening the door inwards.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon nods to the elf. " alright let's go, I've got your back if any trouble should arise." Bolon whispers. He can hear man deep voices speaking with great mirth with a laugh here and there.

[Nóm]

Ranuial pushes the door open and walks up to the coounter paying little attention to the men talking inside.
The room is dark and smokey, many weapons are hung upon the walls on all sides. Behind the counter a narrow way can be seen. This way apearantly leads back to a furnace room.
"Good day,what can i do for you" the blacksmith says scruffily with eyes aboout the room
He is short young man with dark skin and small piecing eyes.
Ranuial pulls out his sword and sets it upon the counter as he speaks.
"I'd like to have my blade sharpend this afternoon"
The blacksmith replies..."i can do that" taking up the sword and looking it over.
He then looks intently at Bolon.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon looks back at the Black smith." When you are finished with his blade I would wish to get my axe head sharpened , and tightened."
The Blacksmith nods and walks down the hall and into a back room with Ranuial's blade. Bolon turns around looking at the many weapons hanging from the walls. His gaze then drops to the now silent men staring at the pair. " Good morning dear sirs." says Bolon unclasping his cloak and hanging it over his arm.

[Nóm]

Ranuial walks over to a wall and looks at some knives

[Dwarf Lord]

One of the men emerges from the group and stands in front of Bolon. grasping both hands to his belt, and smiling he speaks, " Would ya look at this lads. What an odd pair I'd say. An elf and a dwarf." the man looks back at his companions with a laugh." What brings you here?" He asks looking at the Bolon And Then to Ranuial.

[Nóm]

Ranuial turns and walks up to the man. with a smile he says "I am here visiting old friends, or more specificly I am Here to have my blade fixed"

[Dwarf Lord]

The man scowled at Ranuials words and looked down to Bolon. Bolon stated with a gentle smile on his face, " I'm simply passing through." Again the man scowled.
"Well Dwarf you will find that strangers aren't welcome here. If you ask me you should leave, and leave soon. As for you elf I have seen you before. And I don't like you, I think you should just stay a way." The man spat.
" Well If you push one more of your stupid ideas you will find we don't care what you think," says Bolon placing his hand on his axe.

[Nóm]

One of them bursts out laughing at this.
Ranuial goes to the wall and takes a small knife in his hand and turns t'wards the man nearest Bolon.

Ranuial putting the enchantment of fear in his voice speaks "We do not care! I have saw you before too, and I know that you do not speak for this town!" Ranuial slowly steps t'wards the men...He holds the knife as if examining it, not as if to attack.

[Dwarf Lord]

To Bolons surprise the man became squimish." Hey I wasn't trying to start anything here. I mean you have the right to be here if you want." The man said figiting with his shirt cuffs. He let out an exsaperated laugh, and half walked half ran out the door. His companions looked at each other confused. Shrugging it off they began to file out the door.

[Nóm]

Ranuial smiles..
He then takes a seat at a bench along the wall
He speaks "we've probably not saw the last of them, but they know we are sharpening our blades"

[Dwarf Lord]

"That was wonderful!" exclaimes Bolon. " Was that the magic you spoke of on your voice?" asked Bolon taking a seat on the wooden bench next to Ranuial.

[Nóm]

Ranuial answers..
"yes, that was the magic of my voice"
After awhile the blacksmith apears with Ranuial's Blade.
Ranuial examins his blade and is quite satisfied with it.
He gives the blacksmith some gold
Turning to Bolon he says
"There is a small market a few doors down, I am going to get some fruit. Would you like to come? If you rather stay with your axe i can bring back something for you"

[Dwarf Lord]

"I would rather stay with my axe. It means alot to me. I made it myself after the fashion in which my father made his." Bolon unfastened his axe from his belt and layed in the hands of the blacksmith. The young man took it carefully seeing the grave look in the dwarf's eyes. Again the man retreated to the back room.

[Nóm]

After the blacksmith is out of earshot Ranuial asks Bolon "Would you rather that I wait here until your axe is finished?...I doubt any trouble will come again, but one can never be sure with men like those" he looks t'wards the door

[Dwarf Lord]

" No you go. I will be fine. If I am in need of weapon there are plenty hanging along the wall, and the way you handled that man i don't think he'll be back for a while." replied Bolon cracking a wide smile. " I'll say this though I'm glad your on my side."

[Nóm]

Ranuial returns to the blacksmith shop with a small bundle in hand.
"Anything new?"

[Dwarf Lord]

" Yes, I have found a small knife among the others. It's finely crafted, and there are some sort of runes along the blade. I am not very educated in that field, but I was wondering if you would be able to tell me anything about them." Bolon hands a small sheathed blade. The handle is made of pure silver wrought into a form of a hammer.

[Nóm]

Ranuial looks pleased at this knife
"That knife reads 'Gundon' In ancient Elvish runes, but the common Westron tungue. By the looks of it, it was crafted by the dwarves of the Lonely mountain. I would have to guess that Gundon was the name of the man for which it was made. When it was made: I do not know"

[Dwarf Lord]

"I like this knife, I think i shall buy it even if it sets me back. Maybe sometime later I will find out it's history." Spoke Bolon looking very pleased at his find.
Just then the Blacksmith came out from the back room holding Bolon's axe. The smith had done a wonderful job with it. The double sided head was as keen as the first day it was forged. The axe head was tightly fastened to the handle which was poloished to a golden shine.Bolon hefted the axe from the man. He held in front of his eye's looking it over from handle to cutting edge. " Magnificent! This looks perfectly new. You deserve great praise my dear sir."
"I could tell that you charished it by the way you held it. And it is made of such wonderful craftsmanship that it would be a shame to not replenish it's beauty." Said the young smith, his cheeks turning a deep red.
Bolon handed over more then the man asked for the services. " And now, i wish to by this blade." proclaimes Bolon handing over the knife.
"Ahhh, this has been in my father's collection and his father's collection before that. It is very old and puzzling. Maybe it would be more useful in your hands I think." says the smith. Bolon paid the smith the price he asked. it was very high, and would set Bolon back Quite a bit, but he thought it was worth twice that which he asked.

[Nóm]

Ranuial speaks "it is a nice knife, far older than most others here"

Ranuial looks to the walls again. "I am ready to move on when you are"

[Dwarf Lord]

"YEs I am ready to go. thank you for your patience Ranuial." says Bolon walking to the door while whatching ranuial over his shoulder.

[Nóm]

Ranuial follows Bolon out the door.
"Where to now?"

[Dwarf Lord]

" Maybe If we Walk further up this road we will find something interesting." Says Bolon strapping the small blade next to the flask on his belt.

[Nóm]

Ranuial and Bolon walk through town for some time.
It is now late afternoon..
"Is there anything else you'd like to do before heading back to the Inn?"

[Dwarf Lord]

" No, I think we should go meet Bolgor at the inn. I am Hungry, and go for a good meal under my belt." Bolon replied tighting his belt. The Two walked back through the now empty town in the growing darkness.

[Nóm]

The two walk into the Misty Inn and through the common room.
There is no sign of Bregor.
Ranuial turnd to speak to Bolon, but before he can the barman hails him from behind the counter. Ranuial walks up to the bar.
Bolon sees the man hand an envelope to Ranuial...Ranuial nods and heads back to Bolon. Opening the envelope and reading from a paper
He speaks "Bregor is here in another room, our dinner or waiting"
Ranuial leads Bolon through a hallway and into a room.
There sits Bregor, at a large table with hot food.
"Bolon! Ranuial! I was starting to fear that the barman forgot to give you my letter! Ha-ha!...now wouldn't that just be it? All this trouble and everything goes gettin worse because some barman forget to give his message! Ha! I can only imagine (Bregor's face changes, the humor is gone and replaced with anxiety) what might have happin if you two waited for me in that common room" he trails off
Ranuial takes and seat and waits..

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon Walks to the table and seats himself across from Ranuial. It is good to see you in good health sir Bregor. We had an encounter with some...shall we say rather angry men." tells Bolon grabbing a lamb shank from a bowl. " So, did you learn anything today?"

[Nóm]

Bregor replies around a mouth full of food
"I learned what happend at the weaponcraft up down....
Some guys come in this afternoon just loiterin' around, they do that often enough. They was talkin about you two, said you was aragant and stepping out of your places. One of 'em Druno Braks, he was all ticked off about Ranuial real bad. Said he's gonna get you yet, Ranuial. but thats not all i heard today. Ol' Furin's son Burin came by the shop, under fake reasons i dont doubt it, said his dad has some slaughtering to be done up at the farm. I went along with it too. I says 'no problem at all, I was comin' out to the farm tonight about some lamb anyhow' then i realised I maybe shouldn't have said it. Well this kid Burin, he sees all regular and stuff, and he starts out the door, and he makes like an afterthought and all. he says to me 'I hear Ranuial is in town' so i says 'He is' and Burin says 'I hear he's got a friend with him, a dwarf'...so i say "that, he does' so he says 'I hear you were talkin with them thismorning' so i says 'sure, i ran into Ranuial and met his fread, a good dwarf' and Burin just looks at me, a look like, he wants me thinkin he knows something"
Bregor looks from Ranuial to Bolon and back.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon stops eating, and whatches the man while he speaks," I think that you might have let your tongue slip to much. This may prove to foil our plans, but there is nothing we can do for now. I fear that they will be watching for us when we come, and we will be watched very closely while in town. We musn't use the front entrance when we leave tonight. We will have to exit through the back and travel through the woods avoiding the roads as much as possible." Bolon gave one last look to each of them and began to devour a great heap of potatoe on his plate.

[Nóm]

Ranuial speaks
"That is true Bolon, however i think it might be best is Bregor walks out the front door...they will be looking for him. His walking through town may throw them off of our track. We can meet up once we reach the western side of town, there shouldn't be anyone out that way to see us"

[Dwarf Lord]

" That is true." said Bolon sitting back in his seat feeling very content, and full. " so when should we set out?"

[Nóm]

Ranuial answers
"I am going to my room to get my bow and have a glass of wine. When I am done it should be late enough to set out. You're both welcomes to join me. If not, I will be back here shortly"
With that Ranuial heads out

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon and Bergor Look at each other. " How about a glass of the house brew at the bar?" asked Bergor.
" I guess I could have a glass to calm my nerves." Came Bolon. The two of them rise from there seat, and exit the room into the hallway. They walk down the corridor into the well lit common room were there are a few men sitting at tables. Most of them are drunk, swaying in their seats. One had even passed out. The Bartender looked at the two of them, and asked, " Will you be having something to drink?"
" Yes two ales please." Replied Bergor.
" Coming right up." The bartender said wiping his hands on the dirty apron he was wearing. Bolon pulled himself up into one of the high barstools next to Bergor. He was rather uncomfortable, and could just barely place his elbows on the counter top. The Bartender Brought over to foamy mugs, and set them in front of them.
" You can put that on my tab." Bergor told the man.
" Indeed." The man said passing them by with a tray full of mugs.
" Thank you I will repay you later." Bolon says to Bergor.
" No need It's no trouble."The two of them sat quitly enjoying there drinks, and thinking quietly to themselves.

[Nóm]

Ranuial enters his room and takes a seat by the fireplace, though it is not burning.
He pours himself some wine and thinks about what Bregor said..
He seemed quite thankful that the barman gave me his letter. Why was that? He might have been thinking that had we waited in that common room and he never showed, that Bolon and I would have gone off in search of him and got ourselves into trouble. Why did Bregor wait for us in a back room? I s'pose it may be that he did not want to be seen in The Inn. But why not? He's gone off to the common room with Bolon. For some reason he must not have wanted people to see him waiting for us. That must be it. This way our meeting tonight will apear more random.
Ranuial sighs and swallows the last drops of his wine..

"On through the night
my song take flight
on the breeze
riding through the trees

flowing ever on it's way
to where?
Passing the air it's free
ever on the wind
and ever wiith me
On through the night
with the breeze
wandering in the lands
with thee"

Ranuial heads out to the common room

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon and Bergor Finished their drinks. Bergor belched holding his chest. " I think I'll have another." he tells the bartender"
" Right away Bergor." Says the bartender with a scowl. He has been serving Bergor for quite sometime, but Bergor always finds some way to dodge paying his tab. Twice he had been put in jail and forced to pay the bill.
" Are sure you should have anymore to drink? Our dealings later tonight aren't going to be easy even when sober." Bolon whispers seriously.
" Don't be silly, It'll take more then a few glasses to get me drunk." Bergor jests. Just then Ranuial enters the room.

[Nóm]

Ranuial walks over to Bregor and Bolon. Quietly he tells them "Bregor you can go anytime you wish. When he goes out the front, yoou, Bolon, come get me and we will sneak out the back. I will go back to the room and change into night clothes and wait."

[Dwarf Lord]

"Aye, Ranuial, I will leave as soon as I finish my Drink."
"You might want to hurry, I don't want anyone to get suspicous about us all being together." Bolon whispers
"Okay, Okay." Bergor said gulping down the last of his ale. He gets up, nods to his two companions, and walks out the door.

[Nóm]

Back in the room Ranuial switches into black clothes and grabs his bow and arrows. He carries also a small pack with him. "Bolon?" Ranuial looks over to see if Bolon looks ready to go.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon grabs his dark hooded cloak, and wraps it titly around him. He clasped it together in two places to keep warm. He looked to Ranuial," I am ready." As the two of them left the room Bolon checked for his flask, and newly found treasure. Finding them he pulls the cloak back over his waist.

[Nóm]

Ranuial leads the way. They move up the hall way passing a few doors that lead into rooms like their own. Ranuial then stops infront of a large green door. Putting his head to it he listens.
"This is the wash room and I hear no voices. I think it is safe to assume that no one is in here. If anyone should be, just follow my lead."
Ranuial opens the door and steps into a small room that is uncomfortable with hot moisture in the air. There is a small passage way through the room. To one side A Large furnace is going under a big flat grill, upon which are two hudge pots of simmering hot water. To the other side are carts and hooks for carrying things to and from the room. Ranuial and Bolon make their way quikly up the isle to the end of the room. Here they find a large window partially open about 2 feet off of the ground.
"For ventilation" Ranuial pulls a handle and the window opens up wide. easily enough could they both fit through this.
"Who first?" jokes Ranuial.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon chuckles softly trying not to gove them away. Bolon not wanting to tarry, jumps out the window and onto the ground under the buildings overhang. There is no snow under the overhang, so little can be heard of there passing. Ranuial lands without sound next to Bolon. Bolon peers into the dark night. The sky is clouded over, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. " Where to now." questions bolon in a quiet voice.

[Nóm]

"Look there! A figure! Off under that tree. It is not a man. Too short!..it looks evil."
Ranuial stands still and watches the figure which appears to stare back at them.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon stares into the gloom. He can't see the figure that Ranuial speaks of. This can be explained by the elves keen eyes. Just then Bolon sees a dark shape about his height moving among a thicket of trees. THe figure stopped and looked back at them with small beady eyes that glinted in the washroom's fading light. " What is it...I can hardly see it." Said bolon in a searching manner. He pulled his small knife from it's sheath.

[Nóm]

"I do not know for sure, but I think it is some kind of orc. I think we should go on our way and I will keep an ear out. If the creature follows us I will double back and sneak up on it."

[Dwarf Lord]

" Alright, I will put my trust in your keen elf ears friend." Bolon headed off around the back of the building. The woods came right up to the walls. Bolon led out into the woods away from the building then let Ranuial take over leading.

[Nóm]

The two of them make their way quickly along the edge of the woods. After about 20 minutes of walking Ranuial says to Bolon "That creature has been following us, but now he is quite close. You go on ahead, I will wait behind this tree up here and ambush it. If you hear anything come quickly back, if not, come back anyhow after a few minutes. Have your Axe ready."

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon nodded and headed forward. He walked between the boughs of the fir trees. The clouds moved slowly overhead. Bolon walked for awhile. when he had gone far enough to not hear the din from the inn. He decided to turn back.

[Nóm]

Ranuial waits silently behind the trunk of the tree. Bolon had been gone for awhile and the stalking creature could now be heard coming up close. Ranuial seeing the creature pass him by, fits an arrow into his bow and comes up behind the creature. It is an orc of some sort. Ranuial calls from behind the creature "Why do you follow us?" The creature turns unholding a sword, at that moment Ranuial hears something to his left. He glances quickly over to see a wolf, it looks at thought it had been sneaking up, but once discovered by Ranuial it leaps into a run. Now leaping into the air just a few yards from Ranuial, it is shot down. The orc advances on Ranuial. Ranuial giving hs attention quikly to the orc now that the wolf is taken care of, pulls out his sword and stands ready for the Orc. Behind the Orc Bolon can be seen hurrying back. Bolon has gone just a few more paces when the orc too, turns around expecting to see the Dwarf.

[Dwarf Lord]

The orc draws his sword, and swings at Bolon in one swift movement. The sword hits home swiping across Bolon's left arm. Bolon shoulder rolles to the right onto his feet. He swings his axe down onto the back of the orcs neck severing the head in a black bloody mess.

[Nóm]

Ranuial rushes over to Bolon to see how badly he is wounded.

[Dwarf Lord]

The wound was only a quqrter inch deep. The blade had cut clean through the cloak and broke leaving shards in the wound. Bolon sat down and began to pick the shards out. Ranuial came to Bolon's side to examie the wound.

[Nóm]

Ranuial rumages through his small pack and pulls out a jar. In the jar is a small amount of dark greenish brown pasty stuff. Ranuial tells Bolon "This will keep your wound healthy and ease the pain. It is a medicine of many plants." Ranuial rummages in his pack again..."ah here, this is merely cloth but it is strong, it will make a better wrapping for your wound than would a piece of that cloak."

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon flinched when Ranuial tightened the bandage around the wound. A sudden warmth spread through out the wounded arm. The wound felt warm, and pain free. " Thank you." Spoke Bolon Standing as tall as he could, and bowing low. " Now, What of these dark creatures. I felt a chill farther back, and began to run towards this place. I feared the worst. I am glad to see you in good health."

[Nóm]

"And I am glad to see that evil creature did not take off your arm! if you felt something bad up ahead we should not go back. Let us get out of these woods right now!" Ranuial gathers his pack together and The two of them head out of the woods via the shortest possible route..a straight line. "We should be in out of here in a few minutes"

[Dwarf Lord]

"Yes we should stay on the edge of the road. Bergor has probably reached the farm by now, and I don't feel safe leaving him unwatched. At least by us." Said Bolon striding behind Ranuial.

[Nóm]

Ranuial and Bolon go through part of town in their hurry to reach Bregor. "That is the farm up ahead" Ranuial tells Bolon

[Dwarf Lord]

They make they're way to the side of the road among the thickets and brambles. They see a large open exspanse with a large farm house in the center. There is a lighted walkway paved with granite slabs. Nothing is moving in the yard area. Bolon can see a large building shape behind the house, but nothing more.

[Nóm]

"I would wish that there were more of us. Bregor may or may not have made it to the farm. I think that we are to be expected either way. I say that we walk openly up to the farm house. What do you think?"

[Dwarf Lord]

" Yes you are right, we are probably being watched right now. We should just show our selves openly. But should we go to the door or have a look around?" Asked Bolon as the two entered the road again.

[Nóm]

"I am going to the door!" Ranuial says in a voice grimmer than Bolon has heard from Ranuial yet.
Ranuial starts forward, Bolon at his side, they approach the door of Furin's house."

[Dwarf Lord]

They follow the winding path to the door. on either side of the path are large bushy gardens, or they would have been if they wern't dead. The plants were all dried and whithered. Bolon looked up to the door. THe door is wide semi-circle. There is no visble door knob or hinges. Bolon notices a large bell hanging from the canopy roof. He rings it several times. Then turns to face Ranuial.

[Nóm]

The door flies open! Bregor rushes out yelling "Run! Run!" Ranuial turns to follow Bregor. 5 Men with swords and an 2 Orcs one with an axe, the other with a bow and sword rush at them from all directions. Bregor,Ranuial, and Bolon are surrounded. Another figure steps out of the door, it is an especially large orc with an ugly sword.

Ranuial shoots down the Orc with the bow. He looks over to see Bolon fighting with the large Orc. He looks to Bregor and is in horror to see that he is without weapon. Ranuial readies a bow. As he pulls back the string one of the 5 men rushed at him, Ranuial shoots him down. Ranuial readies another bow, 2 men swing their swords at Bregor. Ranuial shoots each of them down and rushing over to Bregor...he looks back at Bolon on his way.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon finds his streangth no mach for the creature. As if by some instinct, while the orc raises his axe for a second blow he pulls the small knife from it's sheath. In a fraction of a second Bolon had sliced the orc acrossed the midway. Blood and gore flowed over the ground. Bolon turned sheathing his knife. He sees two orcs runnin at the unarmed Bergor. Like a Flash Bolon is in front of Bregor barring the way. With one strong swing he caught the first in the center of the helm. He removes his axe from the cloven mans head just as the second takes a feathered arrow through the stomach. Bolon and Ranuial turn to the remaing two men.

[Nóm]

Ranuial sees that Bolon has defeated the Large orc and is now on his way to Bregor. Ranuial see's that Bregor is badly injured. Ranuial sees two men coming at them. Ranuial fires off an arrow into the belly of the man. He turns to see Bolon taking care of the other man. At this Ranuial pulls out his sword and walks right up the man with the arrow in his belly. "Tell me" says Ranuial with the inchantment of fear on his voice. "Who do you work for and what is that strange demon-like creature in the woods?" Ranuial stick the tip of his sword against the man's throat. "Tell me everything!" Ranuial looks around to make sure that Bolon is safe.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon kneels next to the fallen man, and wipes his axe blade on his shirt. He looks to Ranuial, and then to the fallen manwith the arrow in his stomach. He lays there gasping holding the shaft of the arrow. A look of tired fear comes upon his face. Bolon walks to his side. " Are you going to answer his question or not?" crys Bolon fingering his axe blade.

[Nóm]

The dying man groans, sweat stands out on his face..he answers in a groaning angry voice
"Furin! Furins runnin' stuff for the Hidden Guy! I don't know what he is though, some kind of demon or something!...the man pauses and now looks frustrated. He shakes his head. His tone is different now, it is that of sorrow. "They were gonna take over everything, i had to take care of my family thats all, Don't slice my neck I"ll tell you everything" The man stops for a moment, panting. Looking from Ranuial to Bolon he speaks again "you have to stop them, they've been killing people and they're selling everything this town has, they're selling everything off thats all I know..please don't kill me...." Ranuial leaves Bolon saying "learn what you can from this man, but we must get away from here soon!"
Ranuial hurries over to Bregor

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon looks to Bregor who looks hurt pretty bad. Prying his gaze from him looks to the man. "We're going to have to get that arrow out."
"No there is no hope, but you must take care of Furin. He has turned this place into a place of evil. I wish you to see it in it's true beauty.
" I will ostrasize the evil from this place if you will tell me what it is." Bolon told the man reasuringly.
" Furin is not the only evil as your friend has pointed out. That thing that you see in the forest is a wizard. He goes by the name of Freom. That is not his true name, but that's what he has us call him.Every now and then he comes to the farm for a week or two. He Talks with Furin for hours in secret. Then just takes up and leaves." The man said with many a gasp, and blood filled coughs.
" Thank you, I will hold true to my promise." Bolon said holding his head from the ground."
" I...Tha..nk...!" The man died sluffing to the ground. His eyes roll back, and he dispells a last breath. Bolon crosses the mans arms acrossed his chest, and walks to Bregor.

[Nóm]

Ranuial see's that Bregor is hard worse than he feared. In his right arm is a long deep gash. Ranuial sees blood staining Bregors clothes around his abdomen. Ranuial calls to Bolon who is already on his way over. "We must get him out of here, now"...Ranuial looks at Bolon with wide eyes and raised brows, then he shakes his head back and forth a couple times. Bregor groans "Furins been killin people, that monster in the woods is invloved, go Ranuial, you and Bolon go. It aint safe here and I'm dyin"

As Bolon reaches them Ranuial speaks "Bregor is..injured badly and we are not safe here. He must be carried away."

[Dwarf Lord]

"If that is the case. Then we must get him to the nearest healer. I have got some information that might help, but that must wait till later." How will we carry Bregor with his wounds?" spoke Bolon searching Bregor's wounds with his eyes.

[Nóm]

"Bolon, your axe. Use it to break away a couple boards from that fence"
Ranuial points over in the direction of the fencing. Then he looks at Bregor's wound but can not say how deep it is. Ranuial again takes out his jar of medicine leaf (Minarloth). Bregor groans about his family, but Ranuial can not tell what he is saying. He also catches the word "Furin"in Bregor's babbling, pain-sticken groans. Ranuial does what he can to sooth Bregor, but the cuts are deep. Ranuial treats the wounds with Minarloth while he sings to him, using light words in Elvish, using too the full power of his voice to keep Bregor from being in pain.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon Walks to the fence. Pulling his axe high he brings it under-handed against the bottom of the plank. It gives way easily. He does the same to the next. then gathers the two boards and brings them to Ranuial. Ranuial is singing in a soft sweet voice. It seems to have some affecr on Bregor. He relaxes a little, but he still shows pain visibly.

[Nóm]

Bolon comes quikly back with two boards, each out 2 meters long and a foot wide. Bolon and Ranuial lay the boards side by side, Ranuial removes his long black cloak and places it over the boards. The two of them carefully move Bregor onto the boards, he stirs a little and Ranuial resumes song. Dwarf and Elf lift the big Bregor and start off on their way, quick as can be.
"Bolon, I should have noticed sooner that Bregor was without weapon."

[Dwarf Lord]

" I wish I would have notice as well. He was very brave to go into the farm all alone, and without weopon, but things have turned for the worst." Said Bolon disapointed in himself for passing over such a vital thing. The road strearchs a long way until the first lights of town can be seen.

[Nóm]

"I do not think Bregor would have gone in without a weapon. I am guessing that his sword was taken from him. (Ranuial sighs)..We can only hope to find out later from Bregor himself."

[Dwarf Lord]

"Yes he probably had a sword, he is not a stupid man." The two of them came to a causeway. " Which way do we go now?" asked Bolon looking down the three roads.

[Nóm]

"Here we go left. A healer lives not far from here."
Ranuial wonders what Information Bolon has that might help Bregor, because now it is his only hope for the man's survival.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon turns to the left, and walks with the Two planks on his shoulders. He walks with his head up, looking at the hanging street signs. finally they come to a large sign with *apothicary* written in big gold letters. "Let's hope this mans medicine and healing will help our fiend." Bolon says pulling a large gold colored oak door. once inside they set Bregor on a bench next to the door. The lighting was very scant, and hard to see by. But Bolon can see a small candle down a hallway in the back wall.

[Nóm]

Ranuial starts down the hall.."Hello?"
"Half a moment!" I mans clear voice is heard
Ranuial continues back..."We have a man seriously wounded up here, you must help..." Ranuial trials off seing a dark figure moving t'wards him in a hurry....The man's face is illuminated by a small torch..His face looks old and kind.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon looks to the man. " Surely you can help him dear sir." says Bolon looking at the maning Bregor. The Man Stoops low to look at Bregor.
"hmmm" the healer mumbles rubbing his chin.
" What does hhmmm mean?" Bolon cries
" I think I can help him. You must bring him into the backroom." Bolon and Ranuial picked up Bregor and follow the man into the the room with the candle in it. They set him on an operating table in the corner, while the man lights many candles around the room.

[Nóm]

Ranuial and Bolon watch anxiously as the man inspects the wounds. The healer pulls oout bottles and intruments from a drawer beneith the table. The man digs around in Bregor's abdominal wound. For the first time since Bolon and Ranuial began to carry him he speaks. it is tooo babbled and charbled to understand though. Ranuial stands next to Bregor and sings the elvish song that eased Bregor earlier.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon could do nothing but watch and mumble soft curses to himself. He watched as the man moved quickly, but with the greatest of care. He bandaged his abdominal wound with many herbs, and a soft white cloth. Ranuial's song looked as though it was working. Bregor looked like he was in pain, but he was still tossing his head and mumbling every so often. The healer moved to his right arm wound, and shook his head while cleaning it with a liquid in a glass jar. Bolon watched anxiously for almost an hour until the whole process was finished. The man wahsed is hands in a basin against the far left wall. " He will be fine. All he needs is alot of rest. you will have to leave him. if you move him it may hurt him more andruin all that i have done." The man said looking down his nose at Bolon, and then to Ranuial.

[Nóm]

"May we stay here with him?" Asked Ranuial standing over Bregor, taking his hand.
"If you fellas want to stay in this dark place, it's all the same to me"
Ranuial opened his pack and took out a pouch.
"I owe you more than I could ever pay in gold and gems, but in this I will pay you well"
Ranuial pours cold coins and rings from the pouch. Some of these rings are decorated with gems of many colors.."Take what you will"
After the healer is payed Ranuial and Bolon sit next to Bregor...
"I was scared Bolon"

[Dwarf Lord]

"I must admit, I too was afraid for the life of our dear friend." Says Bolon seating himself against the wall. " I was over loyed to hear that he would be okay. Otherwise I would have taken his death as if it were my hands that cut him down." Bolon told the man looking into the darkness. His rage for the creature was freashly renewed. Bolon's arms began to quake with rage. The shadow seemed to be all around him mocking him.

[Nóm]

Ranuial can sense the rage of Bolon. He too, is angry. He stays comforting Bregor to the best of his ability.
"We will get these guys Bolon. I must go to his wife now, I will be back within an hour"

[Dwarf Lord]

Ranuial left th room. After hearing the door slam Bolon stands and goes to the healer. " I also have a wound, and I need it checked. I was sliced on my arm, and I fear the blade may have been poisoned."
" I see." said the healer looking at the wound. " There is no trace of poison, but the cut is pretty severe. I will have to sew it up."
" Do what you must, but please be gentle." said Bolon blushing. He had had an experince with needles before. It was not a good one. The man placed a wet cloth over the cut. It immediatly began to smoke and burn. " What the drat is that?" Bolon cryed out.
" Do not worry, it is but a cleaning liquid. Your wound was not properly cared for, and it was dirty. It was necisary for your benefit." Bolon gave in to the pain, and layes back with a sigh.

[Nóm]

Shortly after Bolons wound is cared for see see's Deriel enter the room. She is an small dark dark skinned woman, who looks about the age of Bregor. She rushes to Bregor with tears in her eyes and worry in her face. "Ranuial says that the healer tells you that he will get alll better" She speaks to Bolon "I can't thank you enough for saving my husband..... How did this all happen? What is going on around here? Who did this to him?"
The healer enters the room now.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon stands and bows in front of the woman. " I except your gratitude, but My part was small. If not for Ranuial your husband might have passed. We should not talk of what happened hear." says Bolon looking to the healer who looks rather offended. " I mean not to offend you good sir. you have more then prooved your trust. I fear that you are not the only one listening now." Bolon tells the man with a grim look on his face. "By the way I am Bolon the second, son of Mori from under Kahzad dum."
The woman looked at the dwarf, and offered her hand. " I'm Deriel, Bregors wife." THe dwarf excepts her hand, and gently shakes it.

[Nóm]

Ranuial speaks briefly with Bregor's songs in the front room of the healer's house. The 16 year old son Dregor...if quite angry and wants all the answers Now. Holding up his sword he tells Ranuial "Who did this to our father! I will kill them! I will do it now!!"
"Dregor" says Ranuial, "The men who wounded your father our dead. Please me calm when you go back there, your father needs rest more than anything."
Dregor relaxes a bit now. "Come too Bregon" says Ranuial going to the youngest son "lets go see your father"
Walking down the hall Ranuial tells the sons "I mentioned earlier that Bolon helped save your father...well he is back here still and you two should meet him"
Ranuial enters the room with Bregon and Dregor. The sons go to their parents first, but turning to Bolon are quite surprised, as they did not know he would be a Dwarf.
"Mom!! Look he's a Dwarf! A dwarf saved father!" the youngest son exclaimes with an expression of wonder. "Bolon Bolon!" Bregon calls going quickly to the Dwarf.
"I will be out front for awhile" Ranuial tells all.
Ranuial walks back through the dark house with a smile on his face. He remembered that Bregon always wanted to meet a Dwarf. Ranuial steps outside of the house and there stands listening and watching closely.

[Dwarf Lord]

" Wow a real dwarf!" exclaimed Bregon.
"Errrrmm, yeah. I am Bolon the second, son of mori from Moria." Bolon said a little taken back by the young man. Then coming ack to himself he bowed low. "It is an honor to meet a son of such a brave and noble man."
" Oh...yeah my father is a great man." Bregon said with a embarissing laugh. Then he bent in a quick bow, and quickley looked back to his father. Bolon bowed to the older son who returned the favor, and then sat back down on the bench. The younger son would constantly cast a sidelong glance at Bolon while pretending to look at his father. After many minutes in the tense atmosphere, Bolon raised himself from his seat, and quickly walked down to the front room. He stepped out the door and next to Ranuial.
" Crazy family that man has!" Bolon said wiping the sweat from his face.

[Nóm]

"I think that little Bregon will grow to be alot like his father. I knew it would cheer him to see you." Ranuial sighs and changes his thought. "Bolon, it has been good to have you at my side these last few days. That evil in the woods is no doubt gearing up against us right now. I think we gave them quite a surprise there. They knew we were coming and they were ready for us....or so thought. I'm affriad we will have to fight twice as hard next time. Dregor will be joining us. He is young but he is good with a sword. He is a very focused young man.....quite unlike his father. Tomorrow him and I will gather more men in for this fight against evil. Word on the streets tomorrow should bring alot of men to stand against this evil....Bolon, how is your wound? Did the healer treat it?"

[Dwarf Lord]

" Yes my wound is fine, the healer took care of it. And I must say I am greatful for your help. You have helped many times when on my own i would have surely been killed." Bolon pasused and rubbed his beard. " Your plan is good, and I hope we have support on this one, and that the word doesn't reach evil ears. we will have to be more alert in the coming hours, and there will be trouble. But this does not turn me back, for as long as your bow is by my side I know I am safe." Said Bolon with a look of gratitude upon his face.

[Nóm]

Ranuial pulls a flask from his pack and takes a couple good swallows. Offering it to Bolon he says.."I dont know how quickly the word will spread, but there are far more good people here than bad. I know this evil will be defeated"

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon excepts the flask, and swallows the cool clear liquid. It tastes odd, and Bolon can not make out what is in it. " Thank you that is a wonderful drink... THe evil will be overthrown only if the people of this town have the will an courage to take action." Bolon said looking into the cool crisp air. The chill seemed to have lifted if just a little, and the air was now comfortable. Not the biting freeze as before.

[Nóm]

"I will go see Bregor for a moment, then I am going downtown, I have to buy some arrows and speak with someone. Bolon, you may wish to stay here to look after Bregor's family. I do not think anything will happen yet, but I can not be sure. Some of the towns men must be warned tonight. There may be trouble as soon early as tomorrow night."

[Dwarf Lord]

" Alright, I will stay, and stand gaurd of Bregor and his family. I Hope that these evil pieces of slime will make thier move soon. I cannot hold my anger for very long, And the constant stillness in this town is making me anxious." Bolon gruffed, balling his fist.

[Nóm]

"Keep this if you like" Says Ranuial offering Bolon the flask. Ranuial goes inside for a moment. When he comes back he tells Bolon..."I will be back within 2 hours. If I am not, something is serious wrong. In that case Dregor can be of great help. Would you like me to pick up anything for you while I am in town?"

[Dwarf Lord]

" No thank you, I am in no mood to eat, and need nothing else. I will go in and meet this Dregor. Iwish you luck and that you will meet no trouble." Said Bolon with a wave of his hand. He then re-enetered the healing house.

[Nóm]

Ranuial heads quickly down the street.

As Bolon enters the healing house he see's Dregor approching.

"Bolon, Ranuial went to see my Uncle. He is a fighting man, a good man, and has lots of friends. We will have our revenge yet! Tell me more about what is going on, Ranuial says that you know as much about this as he does"

[Dwarf Lord]

" Yes We have been in this together. You must know before we go after this creature that it is more then a man. A wizard, with great powers. no man could stand against him alone. That is why we must gather our foces." From there Bolon told Dregor of all that had happened in the past days. He told of his attack, and of his and Ranuials meeting. The talk with Bregor, and their plan. And finally he came to that night. As bolon told the tale Dregor gripped his sword hilt, and looked into the ground shaking with anger. Bolon sighed and let the young man stand in peace until he was ready to talk.

[Nóm]

After some time Deriel rushed out to Dregor and Bolon.."Your father is awake, come speak with him"

[Dwarf Lord]

Surprised by the young mans outburst Bolon jumps. Dregor starts down the hall at a jog with Bolon close behind. WHen they enter they find the healer bent over Bregor who his moaning in pain.
" No, you must lie still or else your wounds will not heal." The healer was holding Bregor down by his chest. Bregor gives up, and gently falls back to the table.
" W...W...watr." managed. Dregor imeditly hurries ti his side, and beckons the healer to hurry up with the pitcher he is carrying.
" You'll be fine father." Dregor whipers while holding a small mug of water to his face. Bolon looks on with sadness. He is sad to see Bregor in such pain. He has only known him for two days, but he still cannot help but feel sad for him.

[Goldberry344]

a stranger emerges quietly from the shadows and offers her hip flask to the healer. she then introduces herself to the others.
"I am Goldberry, and i have heard of your adventures. I wish to help you defeat this wizard. I am a ranger and a wanderer, i also have a score to settle with this wizard. i hope you will accept my help."

[Anamatar IV]

from the corner of the healers house a man watched in silence. He was secretly listening to all that was going on. Emerging from his corner he said to the people beside brego, "So another wants vengeance on the wizard who has caused much harm. Years ago that wizard killed my eldest son, Fengil. Since then i have sworn my life to killing this enemy of mine. In my last battle with him he injured my arm greatly. I have been in this house for months waiting for it to return to strength. I will aid you all against this wizard with as much skill as i may. I am Anamatar son of Anamar, Lord of the remaining men of numenor. My men and i are at your service."

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon was caught off gaurd by the two. He had not noticed them, and thought it odd that Ranuial hadn't either . " We would gladly take any help! at the moment my friend is looking for help from the villagers. My friend, Ranuial, will return shortly. In the mean time, I am Bolon the second, son of Mori!" Bolon dipped his head down with his hand across his chest.

[Nóm]

Ranuial reaches the house of Bregor's brother Dregon where he is informed by Dregon's daughter that her parents have left town and are not expected back for 2 more days. He declines an offer of hot tea and heads back out into the cold quite night.
The wind picks up and snow starts to fall.
Ranuial makes his way through the streets...he must get back to the healer's house so that Bolon does not worry.
The Elf can be seen like a shadow passing quickly and quitely through the snow covered streets....like some dark spirit,lone in the night. Mysterious he seems, and would so look evil if not for the conveying of his kind wandering heart in his carefree walk and his looking about as one new to the world. Though Ranuial see's nothing new and he looks not at the town but through it into a day he was but a child in the forests of Mirkwood..wondering cold in search of a friend..never to return home. He is taken again by Elvish dreams, not of sweet music and dancing on the shore but sorrow and loss....and shame.
He makes his way onward in the cold night of Misty Hollow...

[Anamatar IV]

back at the house of healing, anamatar spoke with bolon. "If it will be of much help i may be able to summon 30 or more of my men. They are very valiant and do not fear dark powers."

[Dwarf Lord]

"your men are more then welcome to help. I'm afraid we will face something that has greater power then any of us." Bolon says pulling a small peice of cloth from his pocket. He wiped his nose on it then placed back in his pocket. The night was getting colder, and more ominous for the coming battle. " Let's hope that Ranuial will have found help!" Bolon exclaimes. He did not mean to say it out loud, but he is worried, and has many thoughts running through his head.

[Anamatar IV]

"I am new to this town. Can you tell me where i can find a messanger? Have you an idea of whence this wizard came from?" Said the man standing up. He slowly brought his hand to the hilt of his sword in a sheath with dazzling silver runes. "I have not yet battled the likes of wizards but if my men stand by me i will fear not the dark powers.

[Dwarf Lord]

" I am also new to this place, and can tell you no where to go for a messenger. But Ranuial will be able to. He visits this place often, and has many friends here." Bolon paused, and bit his lip. " As for the wizard, I don't think anyone knows. We have only talked to one person on the inside. Hedied before we could find out anything about where he came from," Bolon says with a sigh. His thoughts drifted back to Begor. He sat looking into the distant wells of a flame burning in a oil lamp. He tore his attention away from the lamp, and steped out side to have a smoke on his pipe. " would any of you like to join me for a smoke outside?" He said before stepping out.

[Phenix]

mean while an elf walks into the misty inn..." hey give me a rom now!!"
"yes of course" the inn kepper reply
"Have you seen an elf around here his name is Ranuial"
" i belive he's at the house of healing"
"thanks, take my bags upp i'll be thee in a houer" Phenix says as he throw a cold coin on the desk. he walks out on the streat and heads for the house of healing.

[Anamatar IV]

Anamatar said to bolon, "The healer has told not to smoke while under his care but i am no longer being healed. I would gladdly have a smoke." He dug a short pipe from a pocket in his cloak.

[Nóm]

Ranuial hears shouting behind him, and turnning around he looks past the shouters into the distance someone is approaching quickly. Ranuial slows up a bit and and walks on.

[Anamatar IV]

outside of the healers house anamatar smoked with bolon. He blew out a long spiraling wisp of smoke from his mouth. "not a person ive met can blow better smoke rings than a friend of mine called mithrandir. Do you know him youself?"

[Dwarf Lord]

"No I have not met him. But if he's that good at blowing smoke rings I ought to meet him." Bolon blew a smoke ring out into the air. It was mixed in with the mist of his breath. " Who is this, Mithrandir, anyways?" asked Bolon with interest.

[Anamatar IV]

"he is an old man. He was my fathers counseller when he was our lord. He comes and goes without leave but none question him. I dont know much more about him." Anamatar then tilted his head back and blew a ring straight up.

[Dwarf Lord]

" a counseller you say? that is very interesting. I have heard tales of such men." Bolon looked around restlessly. " I wish I knew what Ranuial is up to. I don't feel right about this place, and especially with him out all by himself. This evil wizard buisness is all to real, and very scary." Bolon held his pipe between his teeth puffing with a great vigour.

[Goldberry344]

Goldberry sits in a chair in the house of healing, thinking about the old wizard, and about the mission she has just joined on. with these thoughts, she wraps her cloak around her and falls asleep.

[Anamatar IV]

"he is a very strange person. Always carries a staff. He seems like just a wise old person but ive heard some stories..."

[Dwarf Lord]

" a staff? I have a mind to question about the staff, but that must wait for now." Bolon emptied the ashes out of the bowl of his pipe, and walked over to the door, " I am getting cold out here, and must go in. I will gladly continue our conversation inside."

[Anamatar IV]

"yes. It gets cold so far north." Anamatar and bolon walked into the house. "You questioned about the staff. I deem it just a stick to lean on in his old age."

[Dwarf Lord]

"I see." Bolon massaged his wound. It had been feeling alot better, but the cold gave it a far off pain. It almost felt as if it was on his bones. " I have met many strange people on my journeys. I warrant that your are right about it just being a walking stick, but I have met many people, and things that weren't what they seemed." Bolon said still rubbing his wound. It hurt, but the pain was some what addictive.

[Anamatar IV]

"Let me try to remember... the last time i saw him was 2 years ago when he came out of a meeting with my father (i am a very recent king of our people). He looked troubled and rode urgently without so much as a fare well. I've not seen him since." Anamatar wiped clean his pipe and put it back into its pocket. The dwarfs interest in this old man made him curious. "Why is it that you wish to know so much about Mithrandir?"

[Dwarf Lord]

" As I have said I have met many people on my journey's, and one in particular was an old man. I doubt it was the same one that you talk about. Mostly I'am trying to take my mind from the plight at hand. " said Bolon rubbing his hands together.

[Anamatar IV]

"tell me of he man you met" said anamatar. "It appears we shall be waiting for your elf friend for some time." With that being said anamatar picked up a log and placed it on the dying fire. "We could use some more heat in this house."

[Goldberry344]

When goldberry awoke, she heard voices in the other room. Quietly she walked over to the doorway, wondering who was speaking and what of. she stepped into the doorway in time to see Anamatar fuel the fire. sighing a breath of relief, and feeling much more assured by knowing the people in the house, she walks into the room and smiles at the two.

[Anamatar IV]

"so you wake at last" said anamatar as he saw goldberry enter the room. "while you slumbered bolon and i had an interesting conversation. It was about an old man who visited often to my realm. You are a ranger are you not? Maybe you know him. He is called mithrandir."

[Goldberry344]

Goldberry smiles, and nods. "I know him. He is a kind old man, if you are on his good side. Eru help you if you are not."

[Anamatar IV]

"i didnt think much of him. Just an old man with a stick. Why do you caution me to be favorable to him?"

[Dwarf Lord]

" Yes, If you know something of this man your welcome to share." said Bolon. " I have had a run in with a man of this sort, but no more then a run in." Bolon looked up to goldberry.

[Nóm]

Turning again Ranuial sees the that tall person gaining behind him is carrying a staff. He continues on at a slow pace.

[Nenya Evenstar]

Dregor stood staring at his father. This should not have happened, there was just no way. He was seething inside, and he knew it. He stared down at his suffering father and swore to himself over and over that this phantom - whoever or whatever it was would die. He fingered his sword hilt and thought pleasantly about killing the thing with his own hand.

Suddenly, two people stepped from out of the shadows of the dimly-lit room and into the small circle of light. They began to speak with Bolon - he was a great dwarf - and tell of how they wished to help him destroy this wood-being. Dregor stared at the blandly. Where had they come from? This was rediculous! And Bolon actually seemed to be listening! These people were dangerous. Still, there was obviously no hope in his voice being heard at this moment as the dwarf had already left the house with Anamatar fast on his heals, and Goldberry had wrapped herself up contentedly in a blanket to sleep. Well, here was one person who would not trust them so easily - they would get away with nothing... absolutely nothing.

While stewing in these thoughts, Dregor heard the front door of the healers place creak open. He was alert in an instant, every muscle poised on the brink of awareness. He crept silently to the door adjoining the two rooms with a glance at his father, who was now sleeping. At least that was a good thing. When he reached the door, Dregor saw Anamatar and Bolon entering. He breathed a sigh of relief, but remained hidden in the shadows of the doorway - perhaps he could learn some more about these new strangers? He listened to their conversation darkly for a while becoming more impatient as time went on. Presently, Goldberry woke up and brushed past him to join the others. She, also, had her piece to say about this new wizard. He was probably some friend of theirs and in league with this wizard-like thing in the woods.

That was it. Dregor stepped out of the shadows of the doorway, and said as calmly as he could, "I hope that you do not mean to go meet this wizard and try to get his help. I, for my part, do not wish for any more powerful people to enter this town! I hope that this is just small talk?"

[Anamatar IV]

"wizard? Mithrandir? Is he really a wizard?" Anamatar looked towards bolon. "Dregor-your untrust in me may help us yet.

[Goldberry344]

Goldberry laughs. "yes, of course Mithrander is a wizard. He is mighty and kind, he is the most powerful in his order. i thought you knew."

[Dwarf Lord]

" A wizard eh... well dregor you may not have to worry for him joining are plight. He is probably for away, and has no concern for us. My greatest apologies dear dregor! this Golberry, and Anamatar. they have joined our fight." said Bolon gesturing to the two.

[Anamatar IV]

"wizard. and i thought he could just blow smoke rings. Any ways dregor, the injury to your father saddens me deeply. When ranuil returns we must make swift actions."

[Phenix]

Phenix sees his oldfriend Ranuial :" ranuial wait up" he shouts as he start runing towards him. " what are you doing here... is some thing wrong??" he ask when he sees ranuial face" I haven't been in town for weeks so I don't wy every body is so upset"

[Anamatar IV]

"I must now go look for a messanger." Anamatar said to the company. As he left he muttered something to bolon. "It may just be the feeling of this town but i sense something unsettling. Keep your axe loose and hope that ranuial comes soon." With that he jumped onto his horse that was outside and rode off at a slow pace. Through the light snow fall one could see him grip his sword. He rode far looking for one who could bear a message as important as his untill he came upon a 2 business building-blacksmith and messangering- next to the inn. He walked into the building. a fat man was asleep at the desk. Anamatar drew his sword. He slamed the hilt down on the desk next to the mans head. The man jumped back out of sleep. "I would like to send a message to a small town named bree. Send it to the prancing pony inn. 'Edellond-gather your company and ride as swift as you may to a village called misty hollow. Gear for war.' and also sharpen my blade." He handed the man his sword. minutes later the message runned ran from the stable with great speed. He had a long way to go. The fat man handed anamatar back his sword. "Ive seen worse sharpenings. He handed the man a canaster of gold. he went outside and rode back to the houses of healing. He got there in a 15 minute ride. He reentered the house silently.

[Dwarf Lord]

Bolon was sitting on the floor next to the fire place when the door swung open. A gust of wind blew in, and a dark shape entered through the door. Bolon jumped up and pulled his axe to his hands. " Who goes th..." he was cut short when saw it was Anamatar. " Oh good your back! did you get your message delivered?" asked Bolon strapping his axe to his side.

[Anamatar IV]

"yes, it was delivered. And i got my sword sharpened there aswell. I am glad to see that you are on your guard, bolon." said anamatar with a smile. "My men should be here in 2 days at the soonest." He picked up a wooden chair and set it beside the fire. There he sat staring into the fire-wondering if his soldiers would come.

[Nóm]

Joy alights Ranuial's face at the recognition of Phenix
"Phenix Mae govannen! There is trouble in this town...something evil is about in the woods. Some townsmen are banned together taking over farms. Bregor is badly wounded and at the houses of healing. We must get there right away, I am expected back right now."
The Elves hurry down the street..
"You seemed in a hurry yourelf, did you hear anything before you found me? I wonder if word has gotten far yet"

[Anamatar IV]

It has been a few minutes since anamatar saw the messanger ride faster than any horse he had seen. ''Maybe my men will be here sooner than expected,'' he said.

[Goldberry344]

Goldberry frowned. "what men? do you have a whole army behind you?"

[Anamatar IV]

"while you were sleeping i told bolon how i was the lord of the remaining men of numenor. I recently sent a message out to one of my captains to bring his company to this spot. So yes i guess i do have an army behind me."

[Goldberry344]

"it was just surprising to hear it worded that way. and why were you talking about mithrander? do you seek his aid?"

[Anamatar IV]

"i told bolon that he blew the greatest smoke rings of them all. His help would be greatly accepted though we do not know where to find him. Bolon and i agree that he is too far away to aid us even if we could get message to him. Where has Ranuial got to? He left long ago. Does he know yet that goldberry and i are here"

[Goldberry344]

"Yes, by the time we could send a message to Gandalf it would be to late for him to help us in any way. and who is Raniaul? is he here to help?"

[Anamatar IV]

"i have not met ranuial yet but i heard much while i was in that corner." He then turned to bolon. "You should really speak quieter in a public place of such matter." He turned back to goldberry. " He is an elf. He went in search for help i beleive."

[Dwarf Lord]

"Ranuial is an elf! he visits this town, and knows much about it's peoples. Him and I met at the inn, and we decided to take action. That's about all I know." Said Bolon tugging on his beard.

[Anamatar IV]

trying to make small talk to pass the time anamatar said to bolon "how many years did it take you to grow your beard so long?"

[Dwarf Lord]

"over sixty years. I hope to keep it growing, but one can only hope." Bolon paused, and looked out the window. " Ranuial should return soon...I hope!" Bolon watch the light snow float past the window. The night was getting colder, and his wound began to hurt again.

[Goldberry344]

"Its a good thing that hair on your head doesnt take as long as bierd hair, or else i'd go crazy. ;) "

[Anamatar IV]

"Do either of think our small group of allies is enough to defeat the wizard? I can imagine only 18 warriors.

[Goldberry344]

"Perhaps we could gather a few more of the townspeople, but no one i know is anywhere within a months ride from here."

[Anamatar IV]

"I doubt that we could trust the townspeople. They are ever joining the wizard." A harsh wind was now blowing. "Ranuial has been out far too long. It is times like this where i would like counsel from one who knows this town well."

[Goldberry344]

"I would hardly think that the townspeople would join such a wizard, he must have mighty powers"

[Nóm]

From inside the healer's house can be heard the fair voices of the elves outside. Bolon knows that it is Ranuial and he tells the others. Ranuial walks through the door with a tall dark Elf at his side. Frigid air enters the room before The tall elf slams the door behind him.
"Bolon....(Ranuial glances at the strangers) Bregor's brother is out of town. (looking to the strangers Ranuial can tell that they are good people and that they are expecting him)...In the morning we must gather some more townsmen. While in the streets I noticed that many of townpeople seem to be in fear. If i must guess I would say that there are few evil men here...there are some that I know can be trusted...(Ranuial pauses looking to the strangers....they seem to understand) It looks like you have