He looks at the table, "We shall finish our task, and wait out the winter, then those who wish it may travel with Bláin and Vara and see what wrongs we can right!" The table all shouts and bangs their mugs on the table in cheer.
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Fuin pats Bláin on the shoulder, "You will make a great leader some day, keep those fires hot Bláin!" He looks over at Vara, "Yes, bring him on board. He has seen enough tragidy, and what sort of dwarves would we be to leave him here suffering."
He looks at the table, "We shall finish our task, and wait out the winter, then those who wish it may travel with Bláin and Vara and see what wrongs we can right!" The table all shouts and bangs their mugs on the table in cheer.
He looks at the table, "We shall finish our task, and wait out the winter, then those who wish it may travel with Bláin and Vara and see what wrongs we can right!" The table all shouts and bangs their mugs on the table in cheer.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
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Bláin feels the warmth of camaraderie, which of all the Free Peoples is especially intense for the Children of Aulë, at the words of Fuin. He walks over to Vara and tells him the good news and invites him to join the band of dwarves at their table.
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Vara joins the dwarves with a smile and the night degenerates into a host of drunken dwarves....
...Weeks Later in the Ered Luin...
The Caravan has at last made it to the Blue Mountains all in once piece. Fuin is busy making sure the goods are unloaded properly and the dwarves are unloading and finishing up their tasks. The snow has already begun to fall at this altitude and this far north. Vara stands looking out with Blain to the vale below as it turns white. "Winter is here. I'm glad to be here instead of in Bree. I must thank you again for bringing me along. It's doing me good to travel once more, and to see the mountains."
...Weeks Later in the Ered Luin...
The Caravan has at last made it to the Blue Mountains all in once piece. Fuin is busy making sure the goods are unloaded properly and the dwarves are unloading and finishing up their tasks. The snow has already begun to fall at this altitude and this far north. Vara stands looking out with Blain to the vale below as it turns white. "Winter is here. I'm glad to be here instead of in Bree. I must thank you again for bringing me along. It's doing me good to travel once more, and to see the mountains."
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Smiling broadly, Bláin exclaims loudly, “Yes, ever my heart rises as well to be in the mountains again!” After a few minutes of basking in the glory of it all, Bláin turn to Vara, “You are certainly most welcome, Vara. Hopefully here, among you own kind, you can seek solace for the injuries you’ve suffered."
"After the winter has passed and the snows almost melted we can raise a small company and head out take care of the unfinished business in Tharbad on the Greyflood. We will make our way through the Tower Hills and the North and White Downs, stop in Michel Delving to restock our pipe-weed, and then head down the Greenway stopping at Sarn Ford on the Brandywine, a place where it is rumored that is guarded by the Rangers of the North. Perhaps there we can learn more about their kinsman Aravule and seek their counsel on how best to treat with him and inquire if they know of the whereabouts of Nalir. For as I’ve been told, not even the matings of a march hare are unknown to these watchers and protectors of Eriador!” Bláin laughs at this until tears run out of his eyes.
Composing himself again, he says to Vara, “But for now, let us get to work in the halls and mines, for our hands should not be idle!"
"After the winter has passed and the snows almost melted we can raise a small company and head out take care of the unfinished business in Tharbad on the Greyflood. We will make our way through the Tower Hills and the North and White Downs, stop in Michel Delving to restock our pipe-weed, and then head down the Greenway stopping at Sarn Ford on the Brandywine, a place where it is rumored that is guarded by the Rangers of the North. Perhaps there we can learn more about their kinsman Aravule and seek their counsel on how best to treat with him and inquire if they know of the whereabouts of Nalir. For as I’ve been told, not even the matings of a march hare are unknown to these watchers and protectors of Eriador!” Bláin laughs at this until tears run out of his eyes.
Composing himself again, he says to Vara, “But for now, let us get to work in the halls and mines, for our hands should not be idle!"
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The Journey South, March 15th
As the winter sits you are eager to leave, but must wait for spring. Finally spring arrives, and the supplies are collected and made ready. The trip may take a month or more to travel, if the weather is good, and conditions remain favorable. Following the road will make the trip easier, and there is hope for contact with Rangers in Sarn Ford for news and updates.
The moment the weather breaks you set out. The first part of the trip is easy, you travel on well known roads and into the Shire. Inns and taverns aplenty do the Hobbits have and you enjoy the company of the small folk here. There is no need to dip into your stores or bring out tents. Beyond the Shire however things are far more difficult. You come to Sarn Ford Crossing and find the Rangers there if not welcoming, they are at least polite. A group of dwarves traveling as you are isn't something they often see, and they ask you as many questions about yourselves as you ask them about the way ahead. They warn of dangers on the road, and to be wary of the Barrow Downs just to the north. You take such things to heart, but learn nothing of Nalir or other travelers in the area since none have come through. The next few days are difficult, Balin does not sleep well, the lure of treasure of the ancient men of the Second Age creeps into his dreams and stirs him from sleep. By the time your reach the fork in the road he has managed to leave those thoughts behind.
From here Vara mentions going north to Bree or south to Tharbad, but the company is resolved and south you press on. The next two weeks will take you through the lone lands of Eriador where no man or other free person still lives. Dangers lie head, the Rangers warned of wolves and wargs, and so your company sets up extra watches, which wear you out night after night, but it pays off as the fire stays bright, and the howling of the wolves never comes closer than a few miles to your camp.
Spring is coming to these more southern regions, and that means rain and plenty of it. No one is pleased when the clouds open up, the road becomes a mud pit for the ponies, the food stores are soaked, tents are always wet, and spirits drop more and more. Blain and Vara do their best to keep them high, you are only fortnight from Tharbad now, less perhaps.
Trudging through the rain, one of the companions lifts his voice into a dwarven adventure song and you finds the whole group is joining in. From under wet hoods smiles pass from dwarf to dwarf.
Spring, March 15th, A Fortnight Out of Tharbad
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Soon thereafter, Bláin whistles loudly to attract Körbl the raven to come by his side. He asks the raven to fly to Tharbad to investigate for him--to see if he sees any dwarf-kind there or any dwarf matching the description Vara gave him of Nalir. In addition, he want to know if there are any guards at the entrance to the town. He feeds Körbl some of the special mixture of seeds, dried insects, and berries he carries when sending the raven out on particular task.
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Körbl pecks at the seed mixture while sitting on Bláin's hand. The raven looks sideways, head cocked, it tilts its head the other way and looks into the rain filled sky with a loud caw. Clearly the bird does not like the idea of being out in this weather. With a screech the bird takes to the air and circles the dwarves a few times and the flies off south into the dark rain soaked sky.
Vara shakes his head with a wink, "He's mad at you!"
Vara shakes his head with a wink, "He's mad at you!"
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Bláin looks south toward Tharbad and notices the sky appears less dark. He shrugs his shoulders at Vara and says as the rain drips down over the hood of his deep red cloak, “Perhaps he is now, Vara, perhaps.” Pointing to the southern sky, “But is it not better to trade this current state for a possibly better one? If I could fly, I think I may think it boon to leave here for there. But yes, I will have to reward him generously when I come back. Perhaps a bit of rabbit or mice meat might make him content. Let us see what we can round up"
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Vara nods, "Trading in one bad state for the chance at a better one? I agree, sounds like something I would do." The rain continues and the camp is grumpy for it, but by morning it has stopped leaving everything a muddy mess, and you are cold and wet, but the sun is out at least. So packing back up the dwarven fellowship is back on the road, eager now to be in Tharbad for good or ill.
Two days later a lone raven is seen in the sky, its Körbl, and the bird swoop down and lands on a nearby rock. It preens its feathers as it waits for your group to reach it. The bird looks up, head cocked, and it crows a few times.
Two days later a lone raven is seen in the sky, its Körbl, and the bird swoop down and lands on a nearby rock. It preens its feathers as it waits for your group to reach it. The bird looks up, head cocked, and it crows a few times.
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Smiling broadly at the sight of the bird, Bláin declares to the company, “Look, Körbl has returned! Let us see what tidings he brings us of his sojourn to Tharbad.”
As he strides happily toward Körbl, Bláin pulls out his raven stone tablet from his satchel. Thin, grey, and polished, the tablet is etched with Angerthas Erebor letters and numbers. Though it is well know that ravens can speak or rather squawk in Common Tongue, dwarves have improved the form of communication by teaching ravens to peck out answers to simple questions on such a tablet.
He greets the raven of the mountains warmly, strokes his head and feeds him a piece of fresh rabbit meat that the company managed to catch since the bird’s departure. He then lays the stone tablet at the feet of Körbl and begins to ask him a series of questions.
“Is the city guarded?”
“Are there toll keepers there?”
“Did you see any Khazad in Tharbad?”
“If so, how many?”
“How did they seem well or ill?”
“Did you see any that looked like Nalir?”
“Did you see any Men like those Rangers at Sarn Ford? Exceptionally tall, grey eyed, and beardless?”
“Did anything seem dangerous there for us?”
As he strides happily toward Körbl, Bláin pulls out his raven stone tablet from his satchel. Thin, grey, and polished, the tablet is etched with Angerthas Erebor letters and numbers. Though it is well know that ravens can speak or rather squawk in Common Tongue, dwarves have improved the form of communication by teaching ravens to peck out answers to simple questions on such a tablet.
He greets the raven of the mountains warmly, strokes his head and feeds him a piece of fresh rabbit meat that the company managed to catch since the bird’s departure. He then lays the stone tablet at the feet of Körbl and begins to ask him a series of questions.
“Is the city guarded?”
“Are there toll keepers there?”
“Did you see any Khazad in Tharbad?”
“If so, how many?”
“How did they seem well or ill?”
“Did you see any that looked like Nalir?”
“Did you see any Men like those Rangers at Sarn Ford? Exceptionally tall, grey eyed, and beardless?”
“Did anything seem dangerous there for us?”
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