From lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com Tue Mar 1 03:07:12 2005
From: lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com (Lennier Harmagin)
Date: Tue Mar 1 03:08:07 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] OOC: The Cabal
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Sorry, I've been delayed. I hope to get to this post today or tomorrow.
>From: "Lennier Harmagin" <lennier_harmagin@hotmail.com>
>Reply-To: Crusaders of Middle Earth PBEM <rmfrp_pbem@geoste.com>
>To: rmfrp_pbem@geoste.com
>Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] OOC: The Cabal
>Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2005 07:06:54 -0800
>
>>OOC: I shall have another post for Lennier's arrival at the Cabal. Was
>>there
>>anything in particular about the Cabal?
>>
>Well, unless you have anything in particular in mind for it from a plot
>POV, I had the following ideas:
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Tue Mar 1 11:36:20 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Tue Mar 1 11:36:24 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse
Message-ID: <20050301193615.XAQY1567.tomts25-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
IC:
[Harm - Old]
Harm nodded in understanding of the the timetable, but frowned at the
tone of this "dwarf".
Holding the naugrim's eyes with his own, Harm told the little man,
"Wounds heal best when attended to quickly. They have a habit of turning
septic when left to fester . . . ."
With a slight bow, he headed back to his rooms to find what rest he
could for the morrow
[DM - New]
Dorrd watched Harm go to the door that led beyond without another word.
Harm had gone past the doorway and into the narrow hallway that led to
the various guestrooms. He found his room, opened the door, and saw that it
remained intact and not trespassed into. The windows was closed to the
outside. A small trunk without lock lay on the floor at the end of the foot
of the bed. A free standing wardrobe stood beside a wall which smelled
faintly of body odor - there was a masking smell of soap but it failed in
it's purpose to deodorize. The room was exactly as Harm had left it.
OOC: will Harm be doing anything else?
IC:
[DM - Old]
Only Aeren stepped forward. He had a disgusted look on his face and spat
out the word, "Cowards!". He gave the three a stare that could set fires if
he had the power... then he looked to Faerindel. "I am with you and any
cause for the greater good!"
[Faerindel - Old]
The elf-girl smiled at Aeren and said quietly in Sindarin "It's good to
have you along Aeren. I knew I could have faith in you."
[DM - New]
Aeren nodded and smirked a little sideways. He was then interested in
the question posed by Faerindel...
[Faerindel - Old]
Faerindel set down her pack again and turned to Andrade, "So, now that
we have to wait a minute or two, would you mind telling us how you met with
Alatar the Grey in the first place?"
[DM - New]
Andrade explained, "After it was plain for those around me to see that
Eru had chosen to work miracles through me, I had spent more than a year at
Isengard in contemplation. I learned to meditate as well as how to focus my
thoughts in one direction. I met many there: Radagast the Brown, Alatar the
Grey, and their apprentices. It had served to strengthen my bond with the
One and to listen to the Song."
Andrade paused to see if Faerindel had a question, and at that moment
Nikita had come back out of the hallway door that led to the guestrooms.
Nikita was breathing fast. She had hurried to get her things: she was
still adjusting the straps of her weapon belt and the belt that held her
belt pouches. She now wore a Broadsword and a dagger plainly apon her
person.
"Ready?" Andrade asked. When Nikita nodded Andrade said, "Let's be off
then."
Soon all three left for the Old Guesthouse, which was only just around
the corner of the building. Faerindel, Aeren, and Andrade arrived at the Old
guesthouse some moments after Isillome, Culdor, and Anarsil had entered.
Apon arriving they saw the other three standing before the open double
doorways that led into the dining room. Apparently some communication had
been going on.
Brandir now rose out of his easy chair from within the dining room. His
eyebrows rose questioningly. "More guests?" he asked aloud to one in
particular. He walked over to the newcomers at the doorway. He glanced back
at the two groups of three and back again at Arthwen.
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From todda39dungeonmaster_1 at hotmail.com Tue Mar 1 12:49:23 2005
From: todda39dungeonmaster_1 at hotmail.com (Dungeon Master Todd)
Date: Wed Mar 2 01:30:03 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] OOC: Arthwen/Qadar Intro
In-Reply-To: <a05200f05be4989072d4e@[10.0.1.2]>
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The place is detailed in the old MERP setting, in one of the campaign
modules they put out for 1st ed Rolemaster:
http://www.icewebring.com/ICE_Products/M1/M1_2500_CourtArdor.shtml
It's not canon, though.
Todd
>From: akuma@hickorytech.net
>Reply-To: Crusaders of Middle Earth PBEM <rmfrp_pbem@geoste.com>
>To: Crusaders of Middle Earth PBEM <rmfrp_pbem@geoste.com>
>Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] OOC: Arthwen/Qadar Intro
>Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2005 20:53:21 -0600
>
>At 9:42 PM -0500 2/28/05, Dungeon Master Todd wrote:
>>OOC: Another Southerner? And a Haradrim?!
>>
>>Hoo-Hooo! There gonna be a dust-up . . . . !{)>>>
>>Todd/Harm of Hathor
>>
>
>OOC:
>Now now boys.... If anyone gets to fight the haradrim, it'll be me! j/k
>:)
>
>BTW- Is Hathor someplace you made up for the game? I've never heard of it
>in Middle Earth before, but then Tolkien left a lot of the east and south
>vague.
>
>Marilyn/Isillome
>
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From todda39dungeonmaster_1 at hotmail.com Tue Mar 1 12:58:52 2005
From: todda39dungeonmaster_1 at hotmail.com (Dungeon Master Todd)
Date: Wed Mar 2 01:30:03 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse
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Harm eased himself down on his bed, wincing again as his hurts complained.
After composing himself for sleep, he blew out the tiny lamp he had left
burning and lay back. Almost at once, Sleep took him and bore him off.
The faintest of murmurs slipped past Harm's lips during his sleep, too quiet
for all but the most attentive listener bending close . . . .
" . . . r'turn t'you soon . . . ."
>
>[DM - Old]
> Dorrd watched Harm go to the door that led beyond without another
>word.
> Harm had gone past the doorway and into the narrow hallway that led to
>the various guestrooms. He found his room, opened the door, and saw that it
>remained intact and not trespassed into. The windows was closed to the
>outside. A small trunk without lock lay on the floor at the end of the foot
>of the bed. A free standing wardrobe stood beside a wall which smelled
>faintly of body odor - there was a masking smell of soap but it failed in
>it's purpose to deodorize. The room was exactly as Harm had left it.
>
>OOC: will Harm be doing anything else?
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From PliskintheSnake at aol.com Tue Mar 1 13:40:17 2005
From: PliskintheSnake at aol.com (PliskintheSnake@aol.com)
Date: Wed Mar 2 01:30:03 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse: Arthwen
Message-ID: <13d.e073ef1.2f563b41@aol.com>
Soon all three left for the Old Guesthouse, which was only just around the
corner of the building. Faerindel, Aeren, and Andrade arrived at the Old
guesthouse some moments after Isillome, Culdor, and Anarsil had entered. Apon
arriving they saw the other three standing before the open double doorways that
led into the dining room. Apparently some communication had been going on.
Brandir now rose out of his easy chair from within the dining room. His
eyebrows rose questioningly. "More guests?" he asked aloud to one in particular.
He walked over to the newcomers at the doorway. He glanced back at the two
groups of three and back again at Arthwen.
"Indeed, sir, we are fortunate to attract so much attention to this cause,"
the ghost-white girl smiled a grimace as she acknowledged the Host of the Old
Guesthouse. And see that there are glasses and spirits for all, noble
Housekeep.
"Andrade," Arthwen nodded in her familiar way to the Servant of Eru. Then,
she indicated the trio she already hosted. "These are Isillome and Anarsil,
late of Imladris, with herald for the Master.
"And a Naugrim of cautious council who has yet to share his name," she added
with cool humor. Then, she looked to the Elves in Andrade's company. And the
raven-haired Nikita.
"Welcome, and endure your impatience a moment longer. The Master will soon
be among us."
Arthwen sat and poured herself a glass of wine.
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From lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com Tue Mar 1 17:08:22 2005
From: lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com (Lennier Harmagin)
Date: Wed Mar 2 01:30:06 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] From the W&K to Home
Message-ID: <BAY24-F2A445E1E76011BB0A0F8CF05A0@phx.gbl>
Lennier hurried out of the Wizard and King. He really couldn't afford to
waste time worrying about a lost opportunity with a strange woman. If things
go well, he may have another chance with her, although her farewell was
disconcerting. Right now, though, he needed to get to the meeting of the
Cabal. He was already late!
Lennier made his way to his rooms on the second level of the city. He
observed his surroundings as he walked, taking care to make sure that he
wasn't being followed. There was still daylight outside, but not much. He'd
have to hurry if he was going to get by without torchlight.
He strolled quickly (but not so quickly as to earn the attention of the city
guard). As he descended a set of stairs by the city wall that led to his
living quarter, he put a hand near his dagger. This was a fairly rough part
of town. Although Lennier was fairly well-known and liked by the dwellers on
this level, the second level was a transient place, and it was not unheard
of for strangers to try to make a name for themselves.
Lennier wrinkled his nose at the stench of onions (some cooking, some
rotting). By this smell, Lennier was sure that he could negotiate his way
through impenitrible fog to his quarters. It seems as though his whole
neighbourhood lived on onion soup, and his neighbour, Grast, was the most
fond of all. Lennier couldn't stand the wretched things. Following his nose,
he arrived at his door, fumbled for his key in the fold of his coat, and
opened the door.
He was met with familiar squalor. His rooms were small and far less
well-appointed than his former rooms when he was still in favor with his
family. The room was dominated by a worn and uneven mattress that had a
blanket spread over it that wanted mending. "I'll have to get to that
sometime" thought Lennier. Beside the bed was a modest dresser with a brass
mirror. In one corner was a wardrobe with the doors broken off and a small
table with one chair. Lennier found himself grateful for the overpowering
stench of onions. Eru only knows what smells would come from this room if it
weren't for the onions.
Lennier made his way to the wardrobe. It had a false bottom from which
Lennier withdrew his masque. It was rather plain because he hadn't been very
long with the Cabal. Only senior members had ornate masks. One day.
Lennier quickly quit his rooms and made for the Cabal.
OOC: Steve, if you want to RP something, feel free. Otherwise, I'll write a
post about Lennier's interruption of a Cabal ceremony.
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From fredrikhh at hotmail.com Wed Mar 2 08:08:22 2005
From: fredrikhh at hotmail.com (Fredrik Hellen-Halme)
Date: Wed Mar 2 08:07:05 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse: Arthwen
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[Arthwen - Old]
> "Indeed, sir, we are fortunate to attract so much attention to this
> cause," the ghost-white girl smiled a grimace as she acknowledged the
> Host of the Old Guesthouse. And see that there are glasses and spirits
> for all, noble Housekeep.
> ?
> "Andrade," Arthwen nodded in her familiar way to the Servant of Eru.
> Then, she indicated the trio she already hosted. "These are Isillome
> and Anarsil, late of Imladris, with herald for the Master.
> ?
> "And a Naugrim of cautious council who has yet to share his name," she
> added with cool humor. Then, she looked to the Elves in Andrade's
> company. And the raven-haired Nikita.
> ?
> "Welcome, and endure your impatience a moment longer. The Master will
> soon be among us."
> ?
> Arthwen sat and poured herself a glass of wine.
[Faerindel - New]
The tall, silver-haired grey-elf girl standing next to Andrade smiled
at the dwarf and said "I see you got here before us, Culdor - and
managed to pick up some company on the way!" Turning to his neighbours
she continued, "Pleased to make your acquaintance good ladies, I'm
Faerindel and this fellow here is called Aeren."
She took a bit longer look at Anarsil and said slowly, as if thinking
about something, "I'm sorry for being inquisitive, but there is
something familiar about your face. Perhaps we have met in passing
somewhere? The Houses of Healing by any chance?" Smiling she added
"Maybe we will have some time to talk about it before Alatar the Grey
arrives here."
Taking a step into the room she then addressed the pale young woman who
had just spoken up. "I take it you are an acquaintance of Master
Alatar. May we perhaps share your table while waiting for him?" Not
waiting for an answer, Faerindel started walking towards the table
while looking around the room to see if anyone else seemed interested
in the conversation.
The girl wore grey and brown practical outdoors clothes under her long
grey cloak. She carried several pouches on her belt as well as a
broadsword.
OOC: Steve, I just barged on and decided that Faerindel might recognize
Anarsil. If you want to roll for this and she doesn't recognize her,
please feel free to cut that section out of the conversation.
/Fredrik
From PliskintheSnake at aol.com Wed Mar 2 16:02:50 2005
From: PliskintheSnake at aol.com (PliskintheSnake@aol.com)
Date: Wed Mar 2 16:02:58 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse: Arthwen
Message-ID: <158.4baaf001.2f57ae2a@aol.com>
Taking a step into the room Faerindel then addressed the pale young woman
who
had just spoken up. "I take it you are an acquaintance of Master
Alatar. May we perhaps share your table while waiting for him?"
Arthwen had no time to invite the Elf when Faerindel started walking towards
the table
while looking around the room to see if anyone else seemed interested in the
conversation. The girl wore grey and brown practical outdoors clothes under
her long grey cloak. She carried several pouches on her belt as well as a
broadsword.
"I am Arthwen Darkfair," she admitted as she sipped her wine. "Alatar the
White is my Teacher and my Master.
"Culdor," she invited the Dwarf to sit beside her by the fire.
Arthwen wondered who among the growing assembly intended to pursue the
Dwarf's cause beneath the Misty Mountains and who merely sought counsel.
She looked toward the stairs, hoping her master would soon arrive.
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From naka_kaigan_dee at hotmail.com Wed Mar 2 18:32:29 2005
From: naka_kaigan_dee at hotmail.com (David McGrogan)
Date: Wed Mar 2 18:33:07 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse: Arthwen
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Qadar strained his ears trying to catch the words of those gathering by the
fire. What this might be about he had no way of telling, but he was becoming
more and more curious. He was no longer even pretending to read the book of
lore on his lap, but was staring at the travellers openly.
He realised this and looked back at the table surface in front of him.
'Remember who you are,' he told himself. A man whose brown eyes and
coffee-coloured skin marked him out as an age-old enemy and a traitor. He
drank his wine and started reading once more - though his ears were still
open.
[Old, Arthwen]
>"I am Arthwen Darkfair," she admitted as she sipped her wine. "Alatar the
>White is my Teacher and my Master.
>
>"Culdor," she invited the Dwarf to sit beside her by the fire.
>
>Arthwen wondered who among the growing assembly intended to pursue the
>Dwarf's cause beneath the Misty Mountains and who merely sought counsel.
>
>
>She looked toward the stairs, hoping her master would soon arrive.
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From akuma at hickorytech.net Wed Mar 2 19:36:00 2005
From: akuma at hickorytech.net (akuma@hickorytech.net)
Date: Wed Mar 2 19:33:22 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse: Arthwen
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References: <158.4baaf001.2f57ae2a@aol.com>
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At 7:02 PM -0500 3/2/05, PliskintheSnake@aol.com wrote:
[Arthwen-Old)
>"I am Arthwen Darkfair," she admitted as she sipped her wine.
>"Alatar the White is my Teacher and my Master.
>
>"Culdor," she invited the Dwarf to sit beside her by the fire.
>
>Arthwen wondered who among the growing assembly intended to pursue
>the Dwarf's cause beneath the Misty Mountains and who merely sought
>counsel.
>
>
>She looked toward the stairs, hoping her master would soon arrive.
[Isillome-New]
Knowing that her sister would not doubt enjoy talking to yet another
elf this evening, Isillome turned her attention back to Arthwen,
wanting to make sure there were no misunderstandings between them.
"I fear I must clear up some confusion, Mistress Arthwen. My sister
and I have not just come from Imladris. Lord Elladan is present here
in Minas Tirith and has spoken to us earlier this evening. Our
discussion turned to the subject of Alatar and the Dwarves' quest and
Lord Elladan would like to have a joint meeting with both parties in
regard to Moria."
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Wed Mar 2 20:47:12 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Wed Mar 2 20:47:18 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] OOC
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> OOC: Steve, I just barged on and decided that Faerindel might
> recognize
> Anarsil. If you want to roll for this and she doesn't recognize her,
> please feel free to cut that section out of the conversation.
Faerindel: Nope, I don't mind at all. That's great. :)
Lennier: Sure, I'd like a hand in the Cabal. I'll post something for it. As
for the XP award, look to the dawn of the third day... Nah, it shall not be
that long. ;) Take a peek at your character sheet. There's more depending on
how this plays out.
As for everybody, I am definitely happy with the way things are going. I can
already see that there's going to be some hefty RP awards going out. :)
A bit of bad news: Culdor has left the game. He unsubscribed without
explanation. So Culdor's now NPC.
Steve Moniz
Crusaders of Middle Earth RPG
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Thu Mar 3 05:48:09 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Thu Mar 3 05:48:14 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] From the W&K to Home II
Message-ID: <20050303134810.QRWO2034.tomts20-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
OOC: everyone - I have made a new entry in the PBEM XP Awards called
"Plotline Creation". I am also looking into changing the values of those
other awards to a larger value because they were originally built for
another system (guess which one).
IC:
[Lennier]
Lennier quickly quit his rooms and made for the Cabal.
[DM - New]
Lennier arrived at the smithy and made for the door that would lead him
to a back room. At the door Lennier recognized Edjekk as the one standing
watch. Edjekk shook his head as Lennier came close, raising his hand in a
halting motion.
"Some news... really bad news..." Edjekk said through his mask. From
beyond him Lennier could hear a muffled yell. Quieter still, Lennier heard
the sound of chanting.
Edjekk lowered his head as he continued, "It's a spy. I didn't want any
part of that... of what's going on in there... I'm not that kind of man." He
then stepped aside to allow Lennier to go through the door but yet remained
there. "Another magical group if I hear rightly. The name is 'Blood Ring' or
something like it. Have you heard of it?"
Just as Edjekk finished asking his question, another muffled yell
escaped from the room beyond. Someone was obviously blocking the man's
screams in there.
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From fredrikhh at hotmail.com Thu Mar 3 07:45:21 2005
From: fredrikhh at hotmail.com (Fredrik Hellen-Halme)
Date: Thu Mar 3 07:44:04 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse: Arthwen
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[Arthwen - Old]
> "I am Arthwen Darkfair," she admitted as she sipped her wine. "Alatar
> the White is my Teacher and my Master.
[Faerindel - New]
Slowing as she came near the table, she regarded Arthwen with a
slightly puzzled expression. "Alatar the White you say Mistress
Darkfair. Previously I have heard Master Alatar referred to as 'the
Grey'. Is there something I have misunderstood or missed?"
She slowly sits down diagonally across from Arthwen, calmly watching
the admittedly beautiful, but still slightly... strange-looking young
woman.
From rmfrp at geoste.com Thu Mar 3 09:52:55 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Thu Mar 3 09:52:59 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse - Alatar's return
Message-ID: <20050303175256.LHL1836.tomts16-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
OOC: heheh... now now, play nice with Qadar. LOL.
IC:
[DM - Old]
Brandir now rose out of his easy chair from within the dining room. His
eyebrows rose questioningly. "More guests?" he asked aloud to one in
particular. He walked over to the newcomers at the doorway. He glanced back
at the two groups of three and back again at Arthwen.
[Arthwen - Old]
"Indeed, sir, we are fortunate to attract so much attention to this
cause," the ghost-white girl smiled a grimace as she acknowledged the Host
of the Old Guesthouse. "And see that there are glasses and spirits for all,
noble Housekeep."
[Faerindel - Old]
The tall, silver-haired grey-elf girl standing next to Andrade smiled at
the dwarf and said "I see you got here before us, Culdor - and managed to
pick up some company on the way!" Turning to his neighbours she continued,
"Pleased to make your acquaintance good ladies, I'm Faerindel and this
fellow here is called Aeren."
[Arthwen - Old]
"I am Arthwen Darkfair," she admitted as she sipped her wine. "Alatar
the White is my Teacher and my Master."
"Culdor," she invited the Dwarf to sit beside her by the fire.
...She looked toward the stairs, hoping her master would soon arrive.
[Isillome - Old]
"...Lord Elladan is present here in Minas Tirith and has spoken to us
earlier this evening. Our discussion turned to the subject of Alatar and
the Dwarves' quest and Lord Elladan would like to have a joint meeting with
both parties in regard to Moria."
[Qadar - Old]
Qadar strained his ears trying to catch the words of those gathering by
the fire....was no longer even pretending to read the book of lore on his
lap, but was staring at the travellers openly.
He realised this... He drank his wine and started reading once more -
though his ears were still open.
[DM - New]
Brandir nodded and left the room, apparently to fetch drinks for the
guests.
After introductions were made between some of the guests, the others
followed suit. The other raven haired woman had introduced herself as Nikita
but said nothing more. The dwarf had clearly said his name to be Culdor.
Andrade introduced, "Once more, I am Andrade the White, just in case any
had missed it the first time." She went to the table where Arthwen and
Faerindel were located and waited there until Alatar returned.
Culdor sat by the fire after Arthwen's invite, his eyes sparkled
something along the lines of amusement and gratitude. "Thank you, lady," he
said as he took a seat on a cushioned chair. The fireplace had a healthy
fire going inside of it, and didn't need any prodding - but Culdor took to
doing just that after he had gotten off the chair and onto his feet once
more. He muttered, "... never will melt anything..." as he coaxed the flames
higher with a metal poker.
The other guest, the one who Qadar and Arthwen knew as the man who
arrived wearing platemail yesterday, seemed irritated at the Naugrim's
coaxing. He bent his muscular frame forward a little and quietly said
something. Culdor looked up angrily, made a grunting sound, and sat on the
seat once more.
The muscled man who owned the platemail had short length dark brown
(almost black) hair. His facial features were chiseled in a rugged yet not
unlike the handsome statues around Minas Tirith. His light grey eyes was a
rare treat to see, which glanced around once in a while without judgment nor
hostility. Even though his stature seemed imposing and of raw muscled power
he yet had an air of meekness and humility that allowed approachability.
Yet another arrived: he was a human man dressed in silk clothing that
hung from his body in lazy folds. Faerindel recognized the material as an
elven make. The man's face was outlined with a neatly trimmed beard kept
short and close to the skin. He had long, straight hair of a light brown hue
and his beard had also been that color as well. The way he had strode into
the room was of someone who was confident, as if he had done this very thing
many times in a room of strangers. He glanced at some of those strangers as
he took the seat that Brandir had vacated. His expression was unreadable,
like a career gambler, as he watched the fire.
From the hallway beyond, the sound of footsteps was heard once more,
although not as rapid as it had been earlier. Alatar the Grey had turned the
corner and walked into the room.
Apon seeing Isillome and Anarsil, he raised an eyebrow and smiled
lightly. "Ah! Couldn't stay away, eh?"
[Faerindel - Old]
Slowing as she came near the table, she regarded Arthwen with a slightly
puzzled expression. "Alatar the White you say Mistress Darkfair. Previously
I have heard Master Alatar referred to as 'the Grey'. Is there something I
have misunderstood or missed?"
[DM - New]
He turned his head then and looked into the room and bellowed good
naturedly, "I'll have you know that sometimes I am confused between Blue and
Grey myself!" He inspected the room's occupants closer now, his gaze
alighting longer on each. "Have you all come to see me?" he asked in an
embarrassed fashion.
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From PliskintheSnake at aol.com Thu Mar 3 15:02:14 2005
From: PliskintheSnake at aol.com (PliskintheSnake@aol.com)
Date: Thu Mar 3 15:02:26 2005
Subject: OOC:[rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse: Arthwen
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Is Alatar still `the grey'? Did I mess up. : (
D.
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From PliskintheSnake at aol.com Thu Mar 3 15:06:19 2005
From: PliskintheSnake at aol.com (PliskintheSnake@aol.com)
Date: Thu Mar 3 15:06:32 2005
Subject: OOC:[rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse: Arthwen
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OOps. ANDRADE the White. I get it now. sorry much...
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From: PliskintheSnake at aol.com (PliskintheSnake@aol.com)
Date: Thu Mar 3 15:42:25 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse - Alatar's return/ Arthwen's recovery
Message-ID: <e1.e51f9fd.2f58fad9@aol.com>
Slowing as she came near the table, Faerindel regarded Arthwen with a
slightly puzzled expression. "Alatar the White you say Mistress Darkfair. Previously
I have heard Master Alatar referred to as 'the Grey'. Is there something I
have misunderstood or missed?"
Arthwen's heart seized in sudden panic. In a fugue of carelessness, she had
all but confessed to eavesdropping on a conversation Alatar had with
Mithrandir, not long ago. She heard Gandalf talk of his leaving Middle-Earth for the
West, leaving Alatar to wear the mantle of White. Why was she so ambitious
for his sake?
She could not lie to herself. When she left Radagast's school to study with
Alatar, she felt... elevated. Grey outranked Brown. In her mind, Arthwen now
outranked Radagast's apprentice. Beside that, Radagast spoke to his birds and
foxes more than he EVER spoke to Arthwen.
He turned his head then and looked into the room and bellowed good naturedly,
"I'll have you know that sometimes I am confused between Blue and Grey
myself!" He inspected the room's occupants closer now, his gaze alighting longer
on each. "Have you all come to see me?" he asked in an embarrassed fashion.
Arthwen sat still, hoping Alatar had NOT heard her, but, she was sure that
he had. He hears EVERYTHING.
"I am sorry to misspeak," she bowed her head slightly to the Elfess. "I was
looking to Andrade at the time, and she is called `White'."
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From akuma at hickorytech.net Fri Mar 4 04:33:19 2005
From: akuma at hickorytech.net (akuma@hickorytech.net)
Date: Fri Mar 4 04:30:37 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse - Alatar's return
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>[DM - Old]
> From the hallway beyond, the sound of footsteps was heard once
>more, although not as rapid as it had been earlier. Alatar the Grey
>had turned the corner and walked into the room.
> Apon seeing Isillome and Anarsil, he raised an eyebrow and
>smiled lightly. "Ah! Couldn't stay away, eh?"
[Isillome-New]
Isillome smiled and nodded, "Apparently not. Tonight however, I come
bearing a message from Lord Elladan. He has heard of the two quests
to enter Moria and wishes to speak to both parties. It is his hope
that it may be done as a joint meetings rather than two separate
ones. And I have come as well to hear more of your venture."
There was a tug at her sleeve and without turning or even
acknowledging it she continued on. "And this is of course my sister,
Anarsil, whom we spoke of earlier this evening. I pray you won't
encourage her to leave her studies and join this quest." The last
statement was said sternly, but with a twinkle in her eyes.
Anarsil for her part, let go of her sister sleeve and curtsied to the
Grey Wizard.
>
>[Faerindel - Old]
> Slowing as she came near the table, she regarded Arthwen with a
>slightly puzzled expression. "Alatar the White you say Mistress
>Darkfair. Previously I have heard Master Alatar referred to as 'the
>Grey'. Is there something I have misunderstood or missed?"
>
>[DM - Old]
> He turned his head then and looked into the room and bellowed
>good naturedly, "I'll have you know that sometimes I am confused
>between Blue and Grey myself!" He inspected the room's occupants
>closer now, his gaze alighting longer on each. "Have you all come to
>see me?" he asked in an embarrassed fashion.
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From naka_kaigan_dee at hotmail.com Sat Mar 5 01:46:24 2005
From: naka_kaigan_dee at hotmail.com (David McGrogan)
Date: Sat Mar 5 01:46:29 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse - Alatar's return
In-Reply-To: <a05200f01be4e038da5e0@[10.0.1.2]>
Message-ID: <BAY13-F218DE22FDF18DEC1037FC1A55D0@phx.gbl>
>>[DM - Old]
>> He turned his head then and looked into the room and bellowed good
>>naturedly, "I'll have you know that sometimes I am confused between Blue
>>and Grey myself!" He inspected the room's occupants closer now, his gaze
>>alighting longer on each. "Have you all come to see me?" he asked in an
>>embarrassed fashion.
Qadar was entirely unsure as to whether or not he was included in this
question. The wizard seemed to have glanced in his direction, but he could
well have been mistaken. He swallowed and waited, hoping that the question
had been an invitation.
>[Isillome-Old]
>Isillome smiled and nodded, "Apparently not. Tonight however, I come
>bearing a message from Lord Elladan. He has heard of the two quests to
>enter Moria and wishes to speak to both parties. It is his hope that it
>may be done as a joint meetings rather than two separate ones. And I have
>come as well to hear more of your venture."
That did it. Moria! The mere mention of the word was enough to set Qadar's
heart ablaze. Of all his research and all his knowledge of lore, it was that
place that held his attention the most - Balrogs, Orcs, deep Dwarven palaces
beneath the roots of the mountains - and hearing that these people were
planning to travel there was more than enough to press him into approaching
them.
"Excuse me," he said suddenly, standing up and approaching the strangers.
Tall, dark, with an exquisitely carved face and bright smouldering eyes and
dressed in Haradraic clothes, he was well aware of the impression he must
have given. But his curiosity was piqued. "Please forgive my intrustion."
His accent was light, but unmistakeable. "But I could not help but hear your
conversation and wonder if I might join it. I know much of the lore and
history of the Misty Mountains and those that dwell there - including those
who dwell in Moria itself. My interest in the matter is great."
Suddenly embarrassed, he fell silent. Then he looked to the old wizard.
"And, I must confess, as something of a magician myself - though of course a
mere amatuer - I would relish the chance to talk with one such as yourself."
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From: lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com (Lennier Harmagin)
Date: Sat Mar 5 13:13:35 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] The Cabal
Message-ID: <BAY24-F1139907B90CD0876DBC355F05D0@phx.gbl>
[DM - Old]
>From beyond him Lennier could hear a muffled yell. Quieter still, Lennier
heard the sound of chanting. Edjekk lowered his head as he continued, "It's
a spy. I didn't want any part of that... of what's going on in there... I'm
not that kind of man." He then stepped aside to allow Lennier to go through
the door but yet remained there. "Another magical group if I hear rightly.
The name is 'Blood Ring' or something like it. Have you heard of it?"
[Lennier - New]
Lennier quickly entered the anteroom. The blended odours of many incences
assaulted him, and he had to breathe through his mouth. His voice was muted
behind his plain wooden mask: "I've never heard of the 'Blood Ring.' It's an
audacious name, though." Lennier peered around the corner. He couldn't see
what was going on because so many people surrounded the rival order member.
He turned back to Edjekk: "How long has this -- business -- been going on? I
have a very important message that the Cabal-ah will want to hear."
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Sun Mar 6 05:29:12 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Sun Mar 6 05:29:14 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse
Message-ID: <20050306132908.NOFO1919.tomts22-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
OOC: no problem with the goof, Arthwen. It's a Tolkien-ism, where one word
has more than one use or meaning. ;)
In this case, "the White" of Isengard is like a ranking in importance and
power. For Andrade the White, this is meant as purity. Not only that but I
guess you go the names mixed up. Not to worry - all the NPCs are new to you
now. Hopefully, in time, they will make their personalities familiar to you.
IC:
[DM - Old]
He turned his head then and looked into the room and bellowed good
naturedly, "I'll have you know that sometimes I am confused between Blue and
Grey myself!" He inspected the room's occupants closer now, his gaze
alighting longer on each. "Have you all come to see me?" he asked in an
embarrassed fashion.
[Arthwen - Old]
"I am sorry to misspeak," she bowed her head slightly to the Elfess. "I
was looking to Andrade at the time, and she is called `White'."
[DM - New]
Alatar smiled and winked at Arthwen but also said to Faerindel. "I had
given her so much to ponder the last year it's a wonder that my apprentice
can remember her own name."
[DM - Old]
Apon seeing Isillome and Anarsil, he raised an eyebrow and smiled
lightly. "Ah! Couldn't stay away, eh?"
[Isillome - Old]
Isillome smiled and nodded, "Apparently not. Tonight however, I come
bearing a message from Lord Elladan. He has heard of the two quests to
enter Moria and wishes to speak to both parties. It is his hope that it may
be done as a joint meetings rather than two separate ones. And I have come
as well to hear more of your venture."
There was a tug at her sleeve and without turning or even acknowledging
it she continued on. "And this is of course my sister, Anarsil, whom we
spoke of earlier this evening. I pray you won't encourage her to leave her
studies and join this quest." The last statement was said sternly, but with
a twinkle in her eyes.
Anarsil for her part, let go of her sister sleeve and curtsied to the
Grey Wizard.
[DM - New]
Apon hearing the name Lord Elladan, Alatar gave Isillome his full
attention by looking directly at her. When Anarsil was introduced, Alatar
seemed to look through her rather than at her. He then bowed his head
slightly and acknowledged, "Anarsil, sister of Isillome."
Alatar was about to answer when another came forward:
[Qadar - Old]
"Please forgive my intrustion." His accent was light, but unmistakeable.
"But I could not help but hear your conversation and wonder if I might join
it. I know much of the lore and history of the Misty Mountains and those
that dwell there - including those who dwell in Moria itself. My interest in
the matter is great."
Suddenly embarrassed, he fell silent. Then he looked to the old wizard.
"And, I must confess, as something of a magician myself - though of course a
mere amatuer - I would relish the chance to talk with one such as yourself."
[DM - New]
Where Alatar's stare had lingered on Anarsil, this time Alatar had
openly watched Qadar for a moment or two. For just a brief second a look of
alarm had overcome Alatar's countenance. He rubbed the underside of his chin
in thought - and then suddenly grinned. "Yes, I would like to get to know
who you are. We should definitely talk but now is not the time... if you are
interested in Moria, then perhaps you should learn more about what we are
about to do."
Alatar returned his gaze to Isillome. "Lord Elladan wishes audience with
me and the Naugrim? Then he certainly shall. As can all of you if you wish
it and have the time to spend..."
Now, the well muscled man stepped forward and said, "I too would like to
know about this quest. I have come to see you as well, Grey Wizard.". He
bowed down fully to one knee and introduced himself, "I am Sir Daedred
Fairbane, knight-errant of Gondor..." He then bowed slightly, but this time
glanced at each and every one of the females present. "I am pleased to make
your acquaintances, ladies."
Nikita had grinned for him as his glance had gone to her. She had posed
a little. Daedred's glance did not linger any longer than with the others,
though, save that for Anarsil - but it was a polite and reassuring gesture.
Alatar watched the exchange and nodded his approval.
At that time, Brandir had arrived with a bottle of spirits and a number
of small glasses. Andrade had gone over to get herself a drink, as did
Culdor and Nikita.
Andrade acknowledged Sir Daedred with a smile and then asked Alatar,
"Have you had more requests for people to see you?"
Alatar shook his head. "No others. I reckon that people are wanting to
rebuild lives - not go off gallivanting in dwarven mines... quite
understandable, of course."
Over where Brandir was, Nikita asked him for wine. She had turned and
offered, "Who else wants wine?"
Alatar took the offer. "Wine sounds good. Have you a good vintage,
Brandir?"
Brandir thought a moment and then replied, "In the cellar." He reached
into his pocket for his keys.
"I'll help you find a good bottle," Nikita offered. Brandir mulled it
over and then shrugged. "If you prefer a certain year and place, I don't see
why not..." Both made to leave the room.
Alatar looked to Anarsil, suddenly remembering something. "I am pleased
to meet you, dear, but I cannot in good consciousness ask that you come to
Moria." To Isillome, Alatar asked, "Where is Lord Elladan?"
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Sun Mar 6 05:36:37 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Sun Mar 6 05:36:37 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] A Guest for Harm
Message-ID: <20050306133633.YNSD1836.tomts16-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
[Harm - Old]
The faintest of murmurs slipped past Harm's lips during his sleep, too
quiet for all but the most attentive listener bending close...
" . . . r'turn t'you soon . . . ."
[DM - New]
Alertness returned to Harm as he drifted upward from the bliss of sleep.
He thought he heard a noise in his room, something that was new and not
routine. When he heard the noise, his awareness returned to full blown
consciousness quickly and suddenly.
It had been a creaking noise in the wooden floor of his room. Harm's
room was less than 15 feet either way, and his bed took up the half the
space. Yet, Harm estimated the distance of the noise to be less than 5 feet
away from him.
Harm's eyes were closed - his warrior training had bid them remain
closed so as not to alert the suspected intruder...
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Sun Mar 6 05:53:14 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Sun Mar 6 05:53:14 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Everybody's Got A Guest - Even the Cabal
Message-ID: <20050306135310.VNXO1567.tomts25-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
[Lennier - Old]
Lennier quickly entered the anteroom. The blended odours of many
incences assaulted him, and he had to breathe through his mouth. His voice
was muted behind his plain wooden mask: "I've never heard of the 'Blood
Ring.' It's an audacious name, though." Lennier peered around the corner. He
couldn't see what was going on because so many people surrounded the rival
order member.
He turned back to Edjekk: "How long has this -- business -- been going
on? I have a very important message that the Cabal-ah will want to hear."
[DM - New]
Edjekk nodded his head slowly, showing an expectation. "I though you
hadn't heard of it." He looked into the room once more and sullenly
replied, "Quarikt's busy and really angry right now. He's really angry, but
I think scared too. I thought I saw it in his eyes. If he's scared then we
all have a real problem. Been going on for the last hour I think. Something
like that."
Edjekk stepped closer to Lennier and asked, "Mind telling me what you
got to tell the Cabal-ah? I'll pass it on to everyone... Or you could just
walk on in there and interrupt them." Edjekk shrugged as he said, "It's your
funeral if you do..."
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From akuma at hickorytech.net Sun Mar 6 08:29:28 2005
From: akuma at hickorytech.net (akuma@hickorytech.net)
Date: Sun Mar 6 08:26:38 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse
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>[DM - Old]
> Where Alatar's stare had lingered on Anarsil, this time Alatar
>had openly watched Qadar for a moment or two. For just a brief
>second a look of alarm had overcome Alatar's countenance. He rubbed
>the underside of his chin in thought - and then suddenly grinned.
>"Yes, I would like to get to know who you are. We should definitely
>talk but now is not the time... if you are interested in Moria, then
>perhaps you should learn more about what we are about to do."
> Alatar returned his gaze to Isillome. "Lord Elladan wishes
>audience with me and the Naugrim? Then he certainly shall. As can
>all of you if you wish it and have the time to spend..."
> Now, the well muscled man stepped forward and said, "I too would
>like to know about this quest. I have come to see you as well, Grey
>Wizard.". He bowed down fully to one knee and introduced himself, "I
>am Sir Daedred Fairbane, knight-errant of Gondor..." He then bowed
>slightly, but this time glanced at each and every one of the females
>present. "I am pleased to make your acquaintances, ladies."
[Isillome-New]
Anarsil curtsied to Sir Daedred before moving back close to
Isillome's side. Isillome for her part, simply nodded to the man
before turning her attention to Alatar.
[DM - Old]
> Nikita had grinned for him as his glance had gone to her. She
>had posed a little. Daedred's glance did not linger any longer than
>with the others, though, save that for Anarsil - but it was a polite
>and reassuring gesture. Alatar watched the exchange and nodded his
>approval.
> At that time, Brandir had arrived with a bottle of spirits and a
>number of small glasses. Andrade had gone over to get herself a
>drink, as did Culdor and Nikita.
> Andrade acknowledged Sir Daedred with a smile and then asked
>Alatar, "Have you had more requests for people to see you?"
> Alatar shook his head. "No others. I reckon that people are
>wanting to rebuild lives - not go off gallivanting in dwarven
>mines... quite understandable, of course."
> Over where Brandir was, Nikita asked him for wine. She had
>turned and offered, "Who else wants wine?"
[Isillome-New]
Isillome answered Nikita with, "Two glasses here. A glass of wine a
day is good for the heart, isn't Anarsil?" Her sister laughed and
nodded. "Very true, but only if taken in moderation."
[DM - Old]
> Alatar took the offer. "Wine sounds good. Have you a good
>vintage, Brandir?"
> Brandir thought a moment and then replied, "In the cellar." He
>reached into his pocket for his keys.
> "I'll help you find a good bottle," Nikita offered. Brandir
>mulled it over and then shrugged. "If you prefer a certain year and
>place, I don't see why not..." Both made to leave the room.
> Alatar looked to Anarsil, suddenly remembering something. "I am
>pleased to meet you, dear, but I cannot in good consciousness ask
>that you come to Moria." To Isillome, Alatar asked, "Where is Lord
>Elladan?"
[Isillome-New]
"If not back at the Houses of Healing, then Lord Elladan is currently
speaking to the dwarven contingent about the meeting. He finds the
gardens to be more... restful than any if the inns of Gondor."
Isillome replied with honest candor.
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From fredrikhh at hotmail.com Sun Mar 6 08:46:35 2005
From: fredrikhh at hotmail.com (Fredrik Hellen-Halme)
Date: Sun Mar 6 08:44:21 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse
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> [DM - Old]
> ??? He turned his head then and looked into the room and bellowed good
> naturedly, "I'll have you know that sometimes I am confused between
> Blue and Grey myself!" He inspected the room's occupants closer now,
> his gaze alighting longer on each. "Have you all come to see me?" he
> asked in an embarrassed fashion.
> [Arthwen - Old]
> ??? "I am sorry to misspeak," she bowed her head slightly to the
> Elfess. "I was looking to Andrade at the time, and she is called
> `White'."
> ?
> [DM - Old]
> ??? Alatar smiled and winked at Arthwen but also said to Faerindel. "I
> had given her so much to ponder the last year it's a wonder that my
> apprentice can remember her own name."
[Faerindel - New]
Looking from one to the other, Faerindel didn't quite know what to
think. Alatar the Grey certainly didn't seem to fit her image of a
great Wizard. "Well... No harm done, I was just afraid I might have
missed something myself. So, Alatar the Grey it is. Pleased to meet you
Master Alatar."
> [Qadar - Old]
> ??? "Please forgive my intrustion." His accent was light, but
> unmistakeable. "But I could not help but hear your conversation and
> wonder if I might join it. I know much of the lore and history of the
> Misty Mountains and those that dwell there - including those who dwell
> in Moria itself. My interest in the matter is great."
> ??? Suddenly embarrassed, he fell silent. Then he looked to the old
> wizard. "And, I must confess, as something of a magician myself -
> though of course a mere amatuer - I would relish the chance to talk
> with one such as yourself."
[Faerindel - New]
Although she had seen the Haradrim when entering the room, she had done
her best to ignore him. Now she found she couldn't and she watched him,
frowning, as he expressed his interest in Moria. She knew it was stupid
and irrational, but she couldn't help feeling a stab of anger at the
thought of her dead father and missing brother, most likely dead him
too, even though she refused to acknowledge it.
Well, there was no need to assume the Haradrim would actually accompany
them, or even that she herself would! Time would tell...
> ?[DM - Old]
> ??? Alatar returned his gaze to Isillome. "Lord Elladan wishes
> audience with me and the Naugrim? Then he certainly shall. As can all
> of you if you wish it and have the time to spend..."
> ??? Now, the well muscled man stepped forward and said,?"I too would
> like to know about this quest. I have come to see you as well, Grey
> Wizard.". He bowed down fully to one knee and introduced himself, "I
> am Sir Daedred Fairbane, knight-errant of Gondor..." He then bowed
> slightly, but this time glanced at?each and every one of the females
> present. "I am pleased to make your acquaintances, ladies."
[Faerindel - New]
Bowing her head slightly towards Sir Fairbane, Faerindel's head spun,
things were happening too quickly. She sat back a little to collect her
thoughts and think about the situation and everyone who seemed to take
an interest in it. The meeting between Alatar, Lord Elladan and the
Dwarven Lords could prove both interesting and enlightening.
From rmfrp at geoste.com Sun Mar 6 09:12:21 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Sun Mar 6 09:12:20 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] OOC: Too complex?
In-Reply-To: <BAY12-DAV119D88892C0B37429D68A8AA5E0@phx.gbl>
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Oh my... I'm just warming up... Is it getting too complex or is this just
RP?
Does anyone need me to explain who is who? A list perhaps?
Steve Moniz
Crusaders of Middle Earth RPG
http://www.geoste.com/rmfrp/
> [Faerindel - New]
> Bowing her head slightly towards Sir Fairbane, Faerindel's head spun,
> things were happening too quickly. She sat back a little to
> collect her
> thoughts and think about the situation and everyone who
> seemed to take
> an interest in it. The meeting between Alatar, Lord Elladan and the
> Dwarven Lords could prove both interesting and enlightening.
From todda39dungeonmaster_1 at hotmail.com Sun Mar 6 14:36:23 2005
From: todda39dungeonmaster_1 at hotmail.com (Dungeon Master Todd)
Date: Sun Mar 6 14:37:21 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] A Guest for Harm
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[Harm - New]
Keeping his breathing slow and even and his eyes closed, Harm tried to gauge
where the skulker was exactly; all the better to spring up suddenly and
knock him to the ground with a scissoring sweep of his legs!
(OOC: I've got some of the bonuses you might need for this plan already
prepared; I'll get the others to you ASAP. It's been a _very_ busy week.
Awareness-senses category: -2, Awareness-perceptions category: +13,
alertness skill: +15, Awareness-searching category: +15, Athletic-gymnastics
category: +18, Self-control category: +21, martial arts sweeps & throws
degree 1 skill: +37)
>[DM - Old]
> Alertness returned to Harm as he drifted upward from the bliss of
>sleep.
>He thought he heard a noise in his room, something that was new and not
>routine. When he heard the noise, his awareness returned to full blown
>consciousness quickly and suddenly.
> It had been a creaking noise in the wooden floor of his room. Harm's
>room was less than 15 feet either way, and his bed took up the half the
>space. Yet, Harm estimated the distance of the noise to be less than 5 feet
>away from him.
> Harm's eyes were closed - his warrior training had bid them remain
>closed so as not to alert the suspected intruder...
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From lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com Mon Mar 7 05:16:40 2005
From: lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com (Lennier Harmagin)
Date: Mon Mar 7 05:16:48 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Everybody's Got A Guest - Even the Cabal
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OOC: Sorry for the delay. I'll post a response after work today.
>From: "RMFRP GM" <rmfrp@geoste.com>
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>Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Everybody's Got A Guest - Even the Cabal
>Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2005 08:53:14 -0500
>
>[Lennier - Old]
> Lennier quickly entered the anteroom. The blended odours of many
>incences assaulted him, and he had to breathe through his mouth. His voice
>was muted behind his plain wooden mask: "I've never heard of the 'Blood
>Ring.' It's an audacious name, though." Lennier peered around the corner.
>He
>couldn't see what was going on because so many people surrounded the rival
>order member.
> He turned back to Edjekk: "How long has this -- business -- been going
>on? I have a very important message that the Cabal-ah will want to hear."
>
>[DM - New]
> Edjekk nodded his head slowly, showing an expectation. "I though you
>hadn't heard of it." He looked into the room once more and sullenly
>replied, "Quarikt's busy and really angry right now. He's really angry, but
>I think scared too. I thought I saw it in his eyes. If he's scared then we
>all have a real problem. Been going on for the last hour I think. Something
>like that."
> Edjekk stepped closer to Lennier and asked, "Mind telling me what you
>got to tell the Cabal-ah? I'll pass it on to everyone... Or you could just
>walk on in there and interrupt them." Edjekk shrugged as he said, "It's
>your
>funeral if you do..."
>
>
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From lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com Mon Mar 7 17:38:09 2005
From: lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com (Lennier Harmagin)
Date: Mon Mar 7 17:38:17 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Everybody's Got A Guest - Even the Cabal
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[DM - Old]
Edjekk nodded his head slowly, showing an expectation. "I though you hadn't
heard of it." He looked into the room once more and sullenly replied,
"Quarikt's busy and really angry right now. He's really angry, but I think
scared too. I thought I saw it in his eyes. If he's scared then we all have
a real problem. Been going on for the last hour I think. Something like
that."
Edjekk stepped closer to Lennier and asked, "Mind telling me what you got to
tell the Cabal-ah? I'll pass it on to everyone... Or you could just walk on
in there and interrupt them." Edjekk shrugged as he said, "It's your funeral
if you do..."
[Lennier - New]
Lennier didn't trust Edjekk as far as he could throw him. But perhaps a
little truth would buy him an audience with Millat. "I'll tell you this
much, Edjekk. There's a wizard in town recruiting people to go to Moria to
find a powerful magical artifact. Apparently it's some kinda big deal to the
Dwarves. I won't say more, but if we could get our hands on that crown, it
would give us a large edge against our rivals. Pass that up the chain.
Meantime, I'll take my place in the chanting circle. But I won't talk to
anyone but Millat Quarikt, understood? No underlings and no flunkies. Just
that Cabal-ah himself."
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From naka_kaigan_dee at hotmail.com Tue Mar 8 20:35:42 2005
From: naka_kaigan_dee at hotmail.com (David McGrogan)
Date: Tue Mar 8 20:35:48 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] OOC: Too complex?
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A list might be nice!
>From: "RMFRP GM" <rmfrp@geoste.com>
>Reply-To: Crusaders of Middle Earth PBEM <rmfrp_pbem@geoste.com>
>To: "'Crusaders of Middle Earth PBEM'" <rmfrp_pbem@geoste.com>
>Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] OOC: Too complex?
>Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2005 12:12:21 -0500
>
>Oh my... I'm just warming up... Is it getting too complex or is this just
>RP?
>Does anyone need me to explain who is who? A list perhaps?
>
>
>Steve Moniz
>Crusaders of Middle Earth RPG
>http://www.geoste.com/rmfrp/
>
>
>
> > [Faerindel - New]
> > Bowing her head slightly towards Sir Fairbane, Faerindel's head spun,
> > things were happening too quickly. She sat back a little to
> > collect her
> > thoughts and think about the situation and everyone who
> > seemed to take
> > an interest in it. The meeting between Alatar, Lord Elladan and the
> > Dwarven Lords could prove both interesting and enlightening.
>
>
>
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From naka_kaigan_dee at hotmail.com Tue Mar 8 20:41:29 2005
From: naka_kaigan_dee at hotmail.com (David McGrogan)
Date: Tue Mar 8 20:41:34 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse
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>[DM - Old]
> Where Alatar's stare had lingered on Anarsil, this time Alatar had
>openly watched Qadar for a moment or two. For just a brief second a look of
>alarm had overcome Alatar's countenance. He rubbed the underside of his
>chin
>in thought - and then suddenly grinned. "Yes, I would like to get to know
>who you are. We should definitely talk but now is not the time... if you
>are
>interested in Moria, then perhaps you should learn more about what we are
>about to do."
"Yes," said Qadar. "Then if it is acceptable to you, I shall listen to your
audience for a time and learn what it is you are about." He inclined his
head slightly. "If it should please you," he said, looking around at the
motley group of people collected here. "My name is Qadar Al-Khem, of Harad.
But hold that not against me. I was here, in Minas Tirith, at the time of
the battle of Pelennor. I am merely a person with an interest in lore."
[Dm- Old]
> Over where Brandir was, Nikita asked him for wine. She had turned and
>offered, "Who else wants wine?"
Qadar smiled a bright, sharp smile. "Wine would please me greatly," he said.
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Wed Mar 9 04:33:41 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Wed Mar 9 12:00:03 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] OOC: List of characters
In-Reply-To: <BAY13-F11976180429947604448E4A5510@phx.gbl>
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The list as of March 9, 2005:
P.C.s:
-Isillome: female human Outrider - Old Guesthouse
-Harm Heretor: male human Monk - Wizard and King Inn
-Faerindel: female elven Ranger - Old Guesthouse
-Lennier Hamargin: male human Dabbler - at a Cabal meeting place
-Arthwen Darkfair: female human Magician - Old Guesthouse
-Qadar Al-Khem: male human Summoner - Old Guesthouse
N.P.C.s:
-Sir Daedred Fairbane: male human Fighter - Old Guesthouse
-Culdor: male dwarven Fighter - Old Guesthouse
-Aeren Sylvasenen: male elven Fighter - Old Guesthouse
-Nikita: female human Rogue - Old Guesthouse
-Anarsil: female human apprentice Lay Healer - Old Guesthouse - ran by
Isillome
-Alatar the Grey: male Wizard of Isengard - Old Guesthouse
-Andrade the White: female human Paladin - Old Guesthouse
On another note: I shall post later on this afternoon or evening.
Steve Moniz
Crusaders of Middle Earth RPG
http://www.geoste.com/rmfrp/
> -----Original Message-----
> From: rmfrp_pbem-bounces@geoste.com
> [mailto:rmfrp_pbem-bounces@geoste.com] On Behalf Of David McGrogan
> Sent: Tuesday, March 08, 2005 11:36 PM
> To: rmfrp_pbem@geoste.com
> Subject: RE: [rmfrp_pbem] OOC: Too complex?
>
> A list might be nice!
From fredrikhh at hotmail.com Wed Mar 9 09:45:49 2005
From: fredrikhh at hotmail.com (Fredrik Hellen-Halme)
Date: Wed Mar 9 12:00:08 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] OOC: Too complex?
In-Reply-To: <20050306171218.FFFJ1694.tomts36-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
References: <20050306171218.FFFJ1694.tomts36-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
Message-ID: <BAY12-DAV17E6ADB004792E3BA4E7D9AA510@phx.gbl>
OOC: Oh, sorry, just RP. Unless someone is very obscure it's hard to
get lost (there's always archives to look through :o).
/Fredrik
On 2005/03/07, at 2:12, RMFRP GM wrote:
> Oh my... I'm just warming up... Is it getting too complex or is this
> just
> RP?
> Does anyone need me to explain who is who? A list perhaps?
>
>
> Steve Moniz
> Crusaders of Middle Earth RPG
> http://www.geoste.com/rmfrp/
>
>
>
>> [Faerindel - New]
>> Bowing her head slightly towards Sir Fairbane, Faerindel's head spun,
>> things were happening too quickly. She sat back a little to
>> collect her
>> thoughts and think about the situation and everyone who
>> seemed to take
>> an interest in it. The meeting between Alatar, Lord Elladan and the
>> Dwarven Lords could prove both interesting and enlightening.
>
>
>
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Wed Mar 9 18:30:42 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Wed Mar 9 18:30:47 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Old Guesthouse / A Guest for Harm
Message-ID: <20050310023045.ZJZQ2034.tomts20-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
<Locale: Old Guesthouse>
Nikita and Brandir left the room to fetch wine.
[Faerindel]
"Well... No harm done, I was just afraid I might have missed something
myself. So, Alatar the Grey it is. Pleased to meet you Master Alatar."
[DM - New]
Alatar bowed his head slightly to the elven woman in greeting.
[Alatar to Isillome]
To Isillome, Alatar asked, "Where is Lord Elladan?"
[Isillome-Old]
"If not back at the Houses of Healing, then Lord Elladan is currently
speaking to the dwarven contingent about the meeting. He finds the gardens
to be more... restful than any if the inns of Gondor." Isillome replied with
honest candor.
[DM - New]
Alatar stroked his beard once and then twice at the news. "Interesting"
he intoned softly. His eyes slid sideways to look at Arthwen. "Are you
listening? There is Elven interest. Something has caught the attention of
those who are usually listless with immortality. Moreso, this intrigues
Elven attentions when they are want to busy themselves with leaving Middle
Earth. Something is definitely afoot..."
Alatar, deep in thought, stared forward in Isillome's direction. Then
his eyes focused on her and he said, "I thank you for your message,
Isillome. Did you wish to go back to Lord Elladan and inform him that he is
indeed welcome to be present and speak with all? Or did he actually want me
to come see him?"
<Locale: Wizard an