Book 5: Act 1 - The Borders of the Forest

Post by **TetNak** » Tue Dec 22, 2015 4:06 pm

Aerth forces a smile as Borir and Freir talk about pigs in the field. It was nonsense of course, but Aerth didn't mind. He takes a drink of ale and leans back. "Borir is looking for a soulmate. Pig or oxen, either should do nicely."

Post by **Trogdor** » Tue Dec 22, 2015 4:56 pm

Pipkin wanders in from outside with a pipe in his mouth and one hand tucked into his belt. He'd been staying at the inn for the time to take a rest from his adventures. But of late, a Tookish part of him had been crying out for more. He was starting to wonder just how much longer he could stay here.

"Good day to you both," he says to Aerth and Borir. "I hope you're doing well. I say, I never did hear of your last adventure. Was it exciting?"

Post by **Shurijo** » Tue Dec 22, 2015 5:32 pm

"Master Brandybuck!" Borir beckons. "Join us. It's about time for your second dinner, is it not?"

Post by **Trogdor** » Tue Dec 22, 2015 6:34 pm

"I do believe you're correct," Pipkin says, never one to turn down a meal. "I can always do to fill in the corners a little bit."

Post by **Vardaen** » Wed Dec 23, 2015 5:20 pm

Pipkin takes a seat with Borir, Aerth and Freir. Freir, Borir and Pipkin have spent the last many months together working at the Inn the three have become close friends over the time. You sit and eat and drink and share your news about your summer. Aerth was with the Woodmen for a short while, but then the Beornings for much more of it. Borir and Pipkin where here, doing what they do to keep the Inn profitable and open. Borir in particular came into some money during his work over the summer.

You chit chat for a while when a you hear the dog start barking out side. A moment later few patrons arrive. They are men, haggered looking, tired and hungry. They push the door open with force and almost stumble into the Inn, "Water.... please." They don't have much gear with them, which suggests either they haven't ranged far or are missing it.

Post by **TetNak** » Wed Dec 23, 2015 7:49 pm

"Pipkin," Aerth says, "Good to see you. I hope your time here has been well."

Aerth is happy to see the hobbit, who were a breath of fresh air in the harsh Wilderlands. Later, when the men stumble in, Aerth is immediately out of his chair. He frowns and steps forward, scooping up his axe as he does so. "What is it?" he demands.

Post by **Shurijo** » Wed Dec 23, 2015 9:10 pm

Borir, who's been at the inn a little longer than Aerth, puts his hand up to block Aerth and his axe. "Take a seat!" The dwarf booms as he steps in front of Aerth and moves towards the counter to fetch the men a pour of water from the water barrel.

"We'll get you some water." The dwarf says, sounding a little more like a shop keeper looking to intice a customer than his usual gruff warrior self.

Post by **Vardaen** » Mon Dec 28, 2015 7:25 pm

Borir blocks Aerth from jumping to any conclusions and moves to get the pair of men some water. He pours some water for them and the eagerly drink it down. They look like they have been running for a while. After guzzling it down they start to calm down, one of them turns to Aerth, and mutters a single word no one wants to hear, "Orcs."

Post by **Shurijo** » Mon Dec 28, 2015 7:35 pm

Borir takes hold of the man's clothing and pulls his head closer to his own, "Orcs! WHERE! Speak up!" The dwarf motions to Freir, waving him to go and secure the inn and smith.

Post by **Vardaen** » Mon Dec 28, 2015 7:37 pm

The man spits out some of the water as he's dwarf-handled. "North of here, not far, we encountered them near the Forest Gate." He gasps for some air as he's still panting from the run, "They killed many of our caravan, and... well then we ran, for hours and hours. I don't know if they followed us."

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