Another rider approaches the party. “Hail!” the figure calls out in a
familiar, accented baritone. “Baron! You’re a hard man to catch up to.”
Qarrad, the Er-Harad, trots up to Torvala and Cedric. He looks much the same
as he always has, except that there’s now gray at the edges of his
close-cropped hair and a few more lines around his eyes and in the corners of
his mouth. His tall, gem-topped staff stands up from behind his saddle, like a
naked flag pole without its banner.
“And Goddess-Be-Praised, the Lady Torvala as well. I received your message my
friend,” he continues, looking at Cedric and steering his nag so that he can
clap the Eretar on the shoulder. “And I’ve been trying to catch-you-up for
half a day now my friend. It is a good and right thing that the Free Peoples
of Rhudaur should take council. The tide of evil continues to rise, unabated!
And here we are, together again!” He smiles, “It’s enough to make a devout man
believe that there is some higher power at work!”
On Jun 10, 2021, 2:58 PM -0400, Nicole Massey , wrote:
"Well, it looks like I'm soon to be out of a job, so I can either go back
home or join your cause. Who else have you contacted? If we go back into that
mess we'll have to deal with all those unliving again. I'd prefer to have
allies who can keep them at bay. And remember, I'm done fighting in wars."
It sounds like she's leaning toward joining the cause.
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Cedric looks warily about, with the air of someone fearing the eyes of the
very birds in the trees, and the ears of the beetles in the grass
"Good Lady, old friends, tis good I found ye all, in good health too. No
doubt you heard ill news of the war with the Witches of Angmar and their foul
brethren that spread across the ancient holdings of Rhudaur? Alliances of old
need honour and sacrifice on both sides, and the immortals of Imladris have
kept their side of the bargain, but who in the world of Men has kept theirs?
My kin struggle with petty border wars, reavers and the incursions of the
goblin hordes, as well as the undead sweeping our lands. None of the Dúnadan
have struck a blow against the Enemy, and kept our side of the bargain with
the Elves. So, as Eretar of the House of Morlin, this responsibility weighs
heavily on me.
I bid thee to join my advisors and kin back in the Forest of Dean, and
counsel on the best course of action; war, rebellion or espionage"
On Thursday, 10 June 2021, 18:35:39 BST, Nicole Massey <nyyki@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
wrote:
Constable Torvala rode the edge of the road's territory, looking for any
trouble. She led a team of six deputies, each one keeping an eye out in a
different direction. She said, "Holdup, someone's out there."
Naurheneb blew out a puff of air as she picked up her strung bow from its
triangular holster. She grabbed one of her normal arrows and held it to the
ready.
"State your name and purpose for being here. This is protected by the
Rhudorian Road Project. You're trespassing."
The rider approached, his hands up. "I was looking for you, Torvala."
She put the arrow down and returned her bow to its holster. "Cedric? By the
sky and sea what are you doing way out here?"
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