Legacy of Traitors RPG

[Everdawn]

“Its just like the men, you know.” Stated Maén hurriedly, “Fight first, ask question later. For all we know, those riders may have been simple traders riding on their way to Gondor.” She could tell that Idruil had chosen to ignore the remark.

Hittai shifted restlessly beneath her. The surrounding brush seemed quiet. Maén dismounted and stood at the animals side.

“It’s quiet” she muttered. “Too quiet.” Pacing now around Hittai she began to survey her surroundings, it was getting dark. Carathir too had dismounted his handsome Thaoura and began to peer into the wood as well.

Upon the air Maén began to hear the fain sounds of a horses hooves on hard ground.

“Maén, do you her that?” Idruil asked still atop his horse.

“Indeed.” She said almost in a whisper. There was little time to prepare for any attack when it was Roryn not a Haradrim who passed beyond the entrance of the grove. He was alone. Maén frowned. Her look of anger was apparent to those present. Roryn dismounted and approached the small corss-armed woman with a respective nod.

"Atharen still lives, he went back to look for Ferethor, who we lost on the way here. I suspect they are both alive...we lost Delphinious.."

Maen nodded grimly. "He fought bravely Maen, he fought and killed many foes. He gave us time to go, and we repaid him duly for that...Atharen knows as well as I what Haradrim do to prisoners, and we knew Del would have appreciated a quick death..."his voice trailed off as he too fought back images of Del's death. "He died well, Maen, and his spirit will find its way to the great halls." Maen nodded slowly, and Roryn laid a hand on her back. "Yes, now is a time for grief, Maen. I will not stop you or tell you that it is not..."

He stood up slowly and walked back over to his horse. He mounted it. "I will watch in the forest for signs of Atharen. With hope, he will not be delayed much."

Roryn turned and rode in the other direction. Maén’s face was still hard and cold as stone. “I regret to inform you all that one of our companions is dead.”

More tears fell from the eyes of Crystal. Maén was used to being informed of deaths, so this task was not totally alienated from her, it was one of the many downsides to being of military breeding. “Del has been slain in battle.” They were the words which she had so often heard repeated to her in times of war.


“ Captain Salome Il Galoth- slain in battle, Mircent Il Galoth-slain in battle, Gracon Il Galoth-Slain in battle, Captain Miradan Il Galoth-Slain in Battle …”

Maén sat upon a pew in the citadel, a black veil covering her little face next to her was Lysia, young, beautiful aunt Lysia. As if by some magic the years of time had attacked her features, she made no sound when the name of her husband was called out by King Elessar, she was still. Maén returned her attention to the king as the names of their house were read out one by one.


“Lormhand Il Galoth- Slain in Battle, Crainden Il Galoth- Slain in Battle, Craindan Il Galoth- slain in battle, Crainwell Il Galoth- Slain in battle, Captain Riondel Il Galoth- Slain in battle, Peruvial Il Galoth-Slain in battle, Aeromir Il Galoth-Sliain in Battle, Aeroden Il Galoth slain in battle.”

Maén shook her head clear of the memories. “The others are alive as far as we can tell, true to my word, twenty-five thousand in gold will be payed out in full to any remaining member of his house. A grievous and regrettable tragedy.” She sat down abruptly, like always in these times, there was absolutely no show of emotion to be found upon her fair face.