Chapter 2 - Dark of the Moon
Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 6:18 pm
March 5th, 2960
You have gathered back at the home of Ealduf, Reeve of the King to await your instructions foe the delivery of the weregild to Ulfúr’s father. The last couple of days have been spent relaxing by some, seeking solace by others and for Istril, the woman of Gondor, proving her worth to the people of Rohan. There was some sadness with Eodir’s announcement of his intention to return home. You shared drinks with the lad in honor of his bravery and wished him well.
As Ealdulf enters the room he looks you over in a way that suggests he knows very well how you have occupied yourselves over the last two days.
“Welcome back, I trust you have rested well. I see your number has decreased by one. No matter, this task should not be much of a challenge after defeating a troll’, he smiles at you. “I have a pack-horse carrying Ulfúr’s share of the gold as well as 600 pieces of silver as weregild. I am entrusting this animal yo your keeping.” As he says this, he points to Sangric.
“You will deliver the treasure to Ulfúr’s father, Lord Héamarh of Brocdene in the eastern part of Nan Curunir. I would suggest that you head west today and consider taking your rest tonight at the steading of Léofold and Merwyn. This farmer and his wife are renowned throughout the Westfold Vale for their hospitality and their home is well fortified, lying near the road that leads to the Deeping Coombe and Helm’s Deep.”
“From there, you may continue to follow the road until it forks at the village of Grimslade. At this point, your journey will take you off the road and along the eastern edge of the valley of Nan Curunir, wherein lies Isengard and the Tower of the White Wizard.”
“Should you make no delay at Grimslade and ride directly north, towards the foothills of Methedras, you should find the valley of Brocdene by late afternoon tomorrow. My advice is that you do not tarry at Grimslade as the Lord of the place, Grimborn, Grimulf’s son, is a roaring stump of a man who does not grant hospitality as readily as others.”
He looks at your group. “I think that after your last mission, this should be fairly straightforward. Try to smooth things out with Héamarh. This is a time to foster unity between the folk of the Mark. Do you have any questions before you leave?”
You have gathered back at the home of Ealduf, Reeve of the King to await your instructions foe the delivery of the weregild to Ulfúr’s father. The last couple of days have been spent relaxing by some, seeking solace by others and for Istril, the woman of Gondor, proving her worth to the people of Rohan. There was some sadness with Eodir’s announcement of his intention to return home. You shared drinks with the lad in honor of his bravery and wished him well.
As Ealdulf enters the room he looks you over in a way that suggests he knows very well how you have occupied yourselves over the last two days.
“Welcome back, I trust you have rested well. I see your number has decreased by one. No matter, this task should not be much of a challenge after defeating a troll’, he smiles at you. “I have a pack-horse carrying Ulfúr’s share of the gold as well as 600 pieces of silver as weregild. I am entrusting this animal yo your keeping.” As he says this, he points to Sangric.
“You will deliver the treasure to Ulfúr’s father, Lord Héamarh of Brocdene in the eastern part of Nan Curunir. I would suggest that you head west today and consider taking your rest tonight at the steading of Léofold and Merwyn. This farmer and his wife are renowned throughout the Westfold Vale for their hospitality and their home is well fortified, lying near the road that leads to the Deeping Coombe and Helm’s Deep.”
“From there, you may continue to follow the road until it forks at the village of Grimslade. At this point, your journey will take you off the road and along the eastern edge of the valley of Nan Curunir, wherein lies Isengard and the Tower of the White Wizard.”
“Should you make no delay at Grimslade and ride directly north, towards the foothills of Methedras, you should find the valley of Brocdene by late afternoon tomorrow. My advice is that you do not tarry at Grimslade as the Lord of the place, Grimborn, Grimulf’s son, is a roaring stump of a man who does not grant hospitality as readily as others.”
He looks at your group. “I think that after your last mission, this should be fairly straightforward. Try to smooth things out with Héamarh. This is a time to foster unity between the folk of the Mark. Do you have any questions before you leave?”