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Child of the 7th Age · 06-19-2003, 10:40 AM

Mithadan's post

8 Cermië

Shortly after midnight, Stoatie unlocked the door to the Hut. Mithadan rose and walked out, only to be halted by the bandit as he entered the bleak courtyard. Ferny and two others were mounted on horses already and looked down upon him with feral smiles. "You'll be riding with us, Mithadan," said Ferny. "We will halt in Bree for a bit before moving on to the ratland of The Shire. That one is yours." He motioned to a horse browsing a patch of grass nearby.

"Yer sword, Mithy," said Stoat with a grin. He held out his hands. "Not that we don't trust yer or nothing. Just bein' careful 'til we gets ter know yer better." Mithadan unbuckled his scabbard without expression and passed it over to the bandit. Then he mounted and the party trotted off into the night...

They reached The Prancing Pony at daybreak and entered the common room for some breakfast. Mithadan noted the dark glare which the innkeeper shot at Ferny, but looked down at the floor lest his inopportune smile be seen by his companions. It seemed that the Breelanders were none too fond of his "boss".

Ferny ordered eggs, bacon and milk for the party. Mithadan was gnawing on a hard roll when a familiar figure entered the room. Rose! She took a seat at a nearby table after glancing quickly over at him and ordered some breakfast herself. Mithadan waited for several minutes until the room became a bit more crowded. Then he reached for an apple. Drawing a knife from his belt, he began cutting slices from the fruit as he chatted with Ferny. Then he drew the blade sharply across his fingers. He shot to his feet with a wild curse that made several nearby diners stare at him with shock. Dropping the knife to the table, he shook his hand, sending drops of blood into the air. Ferny and Stoat broke out in loud laughter even as they dodged the red droplets. "Gimme a rag," Mithadan shouted to a serving girl. She passed him a cloth which he looked at and threw to the floor. "A clean one!" he yelled. He stalked over to the bar and seized another cloth. Mithadan turned his back on his table as he wiped his hand. Then he spun around and walked back towards his party.

As he passed Rose, seated with a group of Hobbits, he sneered and dropped the bloody cloth on her plate, bringing cries of outrage from her companions. He ignored them and sat back down to the teasing of his companions.

Rose picked up the cloth and dropped it on her lap. When the commotion died, she unfolded it. The letters were unclear and smudged but the words could be read. Twins. Go. She crumpled the rag, being careful to smudge the letters into oblivion. Then she stood and excused herself so that she could wash her red-stained hands...

[ June 28, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[ June 30, 2003: Message edited by: Mithadan ]

06-19-2003, 10:40 AM	#13
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Mithadan's post 8 Cermië Shortly after midnight, Stoatie unlocked the door to the Hut. Mithadan rose and walked out, only to be halted by the bandit as he entered the bleak courtyard. Ferny and two others were mounted on horses already and looked down upon him with feral smiles. "You'll be riding with us, Mithadan," said Ferny. "We will halt in Bree for a bit before moving on to the ratland of The Shire. That one is yours." He motioned to a horse browsing a patch of grass nearby. "Yer sword, Mithy," said Stoat with a grin. He held out his hands. "Not that we don't trust yer or nothing. Just bein' careful 'til we gets ter know yer better." Mithadan unbuckled his scabbard without expression and passed it over to the bandit. Then he mounted and the party trotted off into the night... They reached The Prancing Pony at daybreak and entered the common room for some breakfast. Mithadan noted the dark glare which the innkeeper shot at Ferny, but looked down at the floor lest his inopportune smile be seen by his companions. It seemed that the Breelanders were none too fond of his "boss". Ferny ordered eggs, bacon and milk for the party. Mithadan was gnawing on a hard roll when a familiar figure entered the room. Rose! She took a seat at a nearby table after glancing quickly over at him and ordered some breakfast herself. Mithadan waited for several minutes until the room became a bit more crowded. Then he reached for an apple. Drawing a knife from his belt, he began cutting slices from the fruit as he chatted with Ferny. Then he drew the blade sharply across his fingers. He shot to his feet with a wild curse that made several nearby diners stare at him with shock. Dropping the knife to the table, he shook his hand, sending drops of blood into the air. Ferny and Stoat broke out in loud laughter even as they dodged the red droplets. "Gimme a rag," Mithadan shouted to a serving girl. She passed him a cloth which he looked at and threw to the floor. "A clean one!" he yelled. He stalked over to the bar and seized another cloth. Mithadan turned his back on his table as he wiped his hand. Then he spun around and walked back towards his party. As he passed Rose, seated with a group of Hobbits, he sneered and dropped the bloody cloth on her plate, bringing cries of outrage from her companions. He ignored them and sat back down to the teasing of his companions. Rose picked up the cloth and dropped it on her lap. When the commotion died, she unfolded it. The letters were unclear and smudged but the words could be read. Twins. Go. She crumpled the rag, being careful to smudge the letters into oblivion. Then she stood and excused herself so that she could wash her red-stained hands... [ June 28, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] [ June 30, 2003: Message edited by: Mithadan ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.