The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Caunwaithon · 02-11-2006, 06:16 PM

I smile at the man, recollecting of our conversation.

"Ha! This man might be a ranger, but I have a Dwarven warrior by my side!"

I pick up the ale put upon the bar, and lift it up.

"For old friendships, and that they shall not die!"

I toss the ale back, washing it down my throat with some difficulty. Well, alot of difficulty. But I do not show it, and I am proud for this.

"Come, Janthor. I will show you the man I wish to help."

I pick up a wooden plate a block of cheese upon it, and a loaf of dark bread, walking once again towards the dark corner. But the man meets me halfway, in a manner of refusal.

"I am sorry...Spearman. This is my fight, and my fight alone."

the man slowly stands up from the table and begins to walk away.

"Now if you will excuse me, I need rest."

he walks out of the tavern, without sound escaping forth from his bootheels.

I nod my head towards Janthor, and smile.

"Well then, nevermind, it seems as if we will need to find our own quest."

I set the wooden plate down, and pull a straight-edged knife from a sheath on my belt, cutting into the cheese and sitting down, biting into the sharp, aromatic white half moon cheese.

"So...how goes the lonely mountain? Does your kingdom do well?"

Enedhilion · 02-11-2006, 06:28 PM

Suddenly, Beriothien bursts through the doors.

"They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER!", I call to the Rohan rider.

He glances over to me. I guess I caught his attention.

"Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!", I call to him again.

02-11-2006, 06:43 PM

"Yes I suppose.Moria is still in goblin hands though.Blasted creatures!One day though we will retake it in Balins honor!"

Janthor looked up as the doors swung open hitting the wall as they did."They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER! Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!"

"Calm down lad.Who's found you?"

Caunwaithon · 02-11-2006, 06:51 PM

I straighten up in my seat, thinking for a moment....

"Beriothen, what are their numbers, and where are they? They outside the borders of the shire, are they not?"

I smile then, speaking in a humorus tone.

"Because if that is the case, we may have a chance, and I might have a plan....."

I begin to cut into the bread once again, fitting another slice into my mouth.

Never ride to battle hungry.

The dwarf looks at me oddly, brow furrowed in confusion.

"I am sorry my friend, I failed to tell you. Beriothen has been pursued by a horde who has gone around Eryn Lasgalen, once known as Mirkwood, now reclaimed by the elves. He says they have something of his...something he wants back. I will go. What of you?"

02-11-2006, 06:55 PM

Janthor grabs his beard befor slapping his knee."Why not.Nothing better to do here.And I havnt sunk my axe into somethings chest in awile."

"Beriothen,of the Rangers.Ye have my axe in this matter." The Dwarf said grabing the weapon eagerly.Leaning on it he let out a laugh.

Caunwaithon · 02-11-2006, 07:27 PM

I laugh at the dwarf, holding onto my sides. I knew he would say yes, but I didn't think it would be in quite this manner.....

"Beriothen, how far out are these men? Do we have time to plan further?"

I finish off the rest of the cheese, and swig it all down with this fine hobbit ale. Not like the Lagers of my homeland, specifically, the Heffewiesen, but a good beer nonetheless.

I look at the dwarve, surrounded by empty beer. He looks as if a king, sitting upon his golden throne. I immediatley laugh at the image, and he looks at me quizzically.

"Aye, here be the king of the Brew, nanquishing the enemy with his throat! None shall pass!"

Enedhilion · 02-11-2006, 11:37 PM

I tell the two to lower their voices, as I peer out the window. The horde is passing through...Oh how I cannot stand the smell of orcs.

"Pause a moment...they are leaving!", I exclaim.

It seems that these orcs are on their way to another city. We should stay out of their way for the time being. Stay in the inn...If they were to attack here, they wouldn't see daybreak. There must be a number of warriors present who would stop the fiends.

The commotion has ceased, died down. I can relax once more.
The thought of orcs surfaces tension inside.

I became thirsty and had not realized. I ask the barkeep for another pint.
Yes...pints always wash the troubles away...

02-11-2006, 06:51 PM	#4
Caunwaithon Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 21	I straighten up in my seat, thinking for a moment.... "Beriothen, what are their numbers, and where are they? They outside the borders of the shire, are they not?" I smile then, speaking in a humorus tone. "Because if that is the case, we may have a chance, and I might have a plan....." I begin to cut into the bread once again, fitting another slice into my mouth. Never ride to battle hungry. The dwarf looks at me oddly, brow furrowed in confusion. "I am sorry my friend, I failed to tell you. Beriothen has been pursued by a horde who has gone around Eryn Lasgalen, once known as Mirkwood, now reclaimed by the elves. He says they have something of his...something he wants back. I will go. What of you?" __________________ Caunwaithon is an Outrider of rohan, one that travels outside of the borders of his homeland to scout, bring news or bring small hosts of men to do battle in far-off lands.

02-11-2006, 07:27 PM	#6
Caunwaithon Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 21	I laugh at the dwarf, holding onto my sides. I knew he would say yes, but I didn't think it would be in quite this manner..... "Beriothen, how far out are these men? Do we have time to plan further?" I finish off the rest of the cheese, and swig it all down with this fine hobbit ale. Not like the Lagers of my homeland, specifically, the Heffewiesen, but a good beer nonetheless. I look at the dwarve, surrounded by empty beer. He looks as if a king, sitting upon his golden throne. I immediatley laugh at the image, and he looks at me quizzically. "Aye, here be the king of the Brew, nanquishing the enemy with his throat! None shall pass!" __________________ Caunwaithon is an Outrider of rohan, one that travels outside of the borders of his homeland to scout, bring news or bring small hosts of men to do battle in far-off lands.

02-11-2006, 06:16 PM	#1
Caunwaithon Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 21	I smile at the man, recollecting of our conversation. "Ha! This man might be a ranger, but I have a Dwarven warrior by my side!" I pick up the ale put upon the bar, and lift it up. "For old friendships, and that they shall not die!" I toss the ale back, washing it down my throat with some difficulty. Well, alot of difficulty. But I do not show it, and I am proud for this. "Come, Janthor. I will show you the man I wish to help." I pick up a wooden plate a block of cheese upon it, and a loaf of dark bread, walking once again towards the dark corner. But the man meets me halfway, in a manner of refusal. "I am sorry...Spearman. This is my fight, and my fight alone." the man slowly stands up from the table and begins to walk away. "Now if you will excuse me, I need rest." he walks out of the tavern, without sound escaping forth from his bootheels. I nod my head towards Janthor, and smile. "Well then, nevermind, it seems as if we will need to find our own quest." I set the wooden plate down, and pull a straight-edged knife from a sheath on my belt, cutting into the cheese and sitting down, biting into the sharp, aromatic white half moon cheese. "So...how goes the lonely mountain? Does your kingdom do well?" __________________ Caunwaithon is an Outrider of rohan, one that travels outside of the borders of his homeland to scout, bring news or bring small hosts of men to do battle in far-off lands. Last edited by Caunwaithon; 02-11-2006 at 06:21 PM.

02-11-2006, 06:28 PM	#2
Enedhilion Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 19	Suddenly, Beriothien bursts through the doors. "They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER!", I call to the Rohan rider. He glances over to me. I guess I caught his attention. "Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!", I call to him again.

02-11-2006, 06:43 PM	#3
Janthor Guest Posts: n/a	"Yes I suppose.Moria is still in goblin hands though.Blasted creatures!One day though we will retake it in Balins honor!" Janthor looked up as the doors swung open hitting the wall as they did."They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER! Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!" "Calm down lad.Who's found you?"

02-11-2006, 06:55 PM	#5
Janthor Guest Posts: n/a	Janthor grabs his beard befor slapping his knee."Why not.Nothing better to do here.And I havnt sunk my axe into somethings chest in awile." "Beriothen,of the Rangers.Ye have my axe in this matter." The Dwarf said grabing the weapon eagerly.Leaning on it he let out a laugh.

02-11-2006, 11:37 PM	#7
Enedhilion Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 19	I tell the two to lower their voices, as I peer out the window. The horde is passing through...Oh how I cannot stand the smell of orcs. "Pause a moment...they are leaving!", I exclaim. It seems that these orcs are on their way to another city. We should stay out of their way for the time being. Stay in the inn...If they were to attack here, they wouldn't see daybreak. There must be a number of warriors present who would stop the fiends. The commotion has ceased, died down. I can relax once more. The thought of orcs surfaces tension inside. I became thirsty and had not realized. I ask the barkeep for another pint. Yes...pints always wash the troubles away...