(Archive) Rorgan and the Wolf's Fleece Part XII

*Note - log submitted by Rorgan*

Long Plain
The grassy plains continue in all directions. Here upon a grassy knoll you feel safe as you would be able to see anyone coming from aways away.
Contents:
Koribeorne
Galdorim
Maernus
Tivadar
Colinor
Gabbard
Nearly Dead Warg
Gwendolyn
Gondorian Commander's Tent
A Camp of Men(#15235Qae)
Obvious exits:
South leads to Long Plain.
North leads to Along the Slopes of the Misty Mountains.
East leads to Long Plain.

Galdorim looks up at Tivadar and scowls at him. "Xatra is not here. This beast is slowly dieing and might not live through the night." His deep blue eyes look at the spear pointed in his general direction and at Tivador. "Put down that spear! This beast is suffering. I will not stand for it. Good or Evil it must be put out of it's misery!"

Tivadar shakes his head, "I would really not advise it sir." lowers his spear before he continues, "This warg is Lord Xatra's it is his to deal with not ours he believes he may have found someone that can understand the beast and if this is so we can learn much from it."

"A good Warg?" Abarazar announces his approach with a scowl, "Now *THAT* is a tale I'd have to see to believe." He shakes his head slowly, "Learn from it? What on Arda would we learn from such as... this?" His arm makes a vague gesture at the beast.

Tivadar stands more errect now taking a scowl from two men, "That alas I do not know at this time, I only state that killing it tis not a wise action, believe me I want this beast dead more then both of you yet I can't allow it killed not without Xatra's permission.... with this he goes quite at the end of his words knowing very well he would love to pierce the heart of this beast with his spear.

Gwendolyn looks in the general direction of the healers tent and wonders where Lady Aearwen could be. "I wish I had someone to talk to" she sighs looking into the fire

Galdorim shakes his head. "this is a Servant of the Eye. We do not take Uruks as prisoner. I do not see why we should take this beast as one!" He looks down at the warg being held still by four of his men. "If Lord Xatra was an issue with it he can take it with me. I am the man in charge of the Gondiran Soldiers here, and I will take the flack for killing this beast." He adjusts his grip on his axe. "I have heard these beasts talk, but they will fill us with lies, and we will be just as bad as the ones we fight if we list this thing suffer."

"'Tis no servant of the Eye, Lieutennant, Sah," Abarazar intones, "But a wild beast, and ferral. It is of a dangerous blood-thirsty race, and we should not let it's randiness for blood live on so close to our own, unless we are foolhardy enough to want it spilt." He eyes the lieutenant for a moment to be sure he has not yet stepped out of the line of the discipline that seems to be bred into this tall dark-haired man, a truer man of Gondor seldom is seen, and the dropping of one Lord's name oft warrants another, "Lieutenant, sah, perhaps Lord Rorgan would be able to settle this, sah. He does seem to be related to half of Rohan, sah."

Tivadar nods but still stands in front of the two men not moving, "Aye that you are and I am the highest ranking Rohirrim here at this point and unless I was to recieve word otherwise it is to the best of my knowladge that this warg is to live for now, it was captured by the Rohirrim and therefor is under Rohirrim control." he stops in his sentance half wondering if he could go ahead and give the command to kill it.

Gwendolyn looks to Tivadar "Excuse me sir, but I couldn't help but over hear the argument." she looks to the warg "True the creature is suffering but if you want the opinion of a common servant girl I will give it to you."

Abarazar's eyes are drawn to this self-named serving girl, a wailing woman at his last rembrance of her, and he takes her in slowly, as only a soldier long afield can, then a half-smile, more of a smirk, crosses his stern lips, "This may not be a matter where the opinions of a lady matter, m'lady, but indeed I, for one, would fairly jump at the chance to hear you out." Again that half-glance at the lieutenant, as if the sergeant may not be too familliar with the wiles and whims of this commander.

Galdorim motions to the warg, slowly bleeding to death and in pain. He then looks to Tivadar and sighs. "If you are the ranking officer, then kill it yourself or do you want to see this beast tortured like the Uruks that we have fought. If you let that happen you are as bad as them." He looks over the the Silver Guard Sergeant. "Rorgan is unable to come out here, and I think he would agree with me. This thing should be put out of it's misery."

Gwendolyn motions towards the warg "True the creature is suffering good sirs but I believe it should be up to the one who captured it what happens to it."

"Lieutenant, sah, with all due respect, sah, we are perfectly capable of going to where Lord Rorgan is, sah." Abarazar still does not take his eyes off the young blonde servant-girl.

Tivadar looks over at Gwendolyn who has now sided with him on the defence of the beast and nods to Galdorim, "It is not being tortured as of yet, its being well fed as we can proved it and its wounds are tended to some we are not to kind to it but are kind enough not to have it tortured just yet, I do promise its fate will be death in the end but as of now it is Lord Xatra's call not mine, so I cannot kill it.. not without consiquences."

"Then madness has invaded our camp along with these beasts!" Exclaims Abarazar. "Perhaps you are indeed right, Lieutenant, sah, for this beast need only lay here to do the work of the Nameless One." He shakes his head, "But indeed the lady speaks wisely, and in light of.. Well, you know, sah, of what I speak... With the camp splitting and all... Sah, I think that the lady doth speak true."

Galdorim shakes his head and looks at Tivadar with his deep piericing eyes. "Then let me kill it. ~I~ will deal with the consiquences." he looks at Abarazar. "If you want Rorgan be in on this, go get more of your Silver guard and carry his cot out here." He turns back to Tivadar. "If you will not kill it, then take it out of the open and put it in a rohirric tent, so we will not have to look at it>"

Tivadar shakes his head and thinks for a bit, "Okay here maybe this can be settled, someone retrieve sir Rorgan or at least get word from him... If he says go ahead and kill this beast I will kill it right along with you, if not then it lives pending I change my mind on its fate."
From afar, Aearwen rolls her eyes, "it was NOT pretty, he didnt want to do it..lol

"Drag him out I will, sah, if you insist on letting such as this direct you into actions that will again divide the camp, sah." Abarazar again speaks, grim and pale is his visage, but his words yet hold true to his own belief, "The creature should indeed be killed or kept far from our sight, but ultimately, it's fate is up to our allies, sah, or more properly, their fate will be up to it."

Galdorim slides his axe back in his belt and nods to Abarazar. His deep voice snaps at the Sergeant. "Then bring the tailor out here. He can talk some sence into this man." His thick arms cross as he waits for the civilian Rorgan to be brought out.

With a nod to both men, Abarazar turns now, making a bee-line for the healer's tent and calling out to the Silver Guardsmen and whatever other men he can find along the way. Yet, before his calls begin to ring out through the camp, he can be heard to mutter, "Bloody blue bells and cockle shells! Bringing a live Warg back to camp and feeding it and treating its wounds no less! Madness indeed!"

Tivadar lets his spear fall back into its resting place on his back and looks over to the lady Gwendolyn with a sigh, "Thank you m'lady for trying to help but as I can see it didn't do to much." then he turns back to Galdorim, "This we shall let Rorgan decide then which is better I believe if he says okay I myself will give the order to slay the beast but if not we wait." Taking a quick breath he speaks again, "The only reason it was out here is to raise Moral I will quickly state that its wounds were not all that treated and the food it was provided was nothing more then a small scarp but the beast isn't in pain so its not tortured like it should be."

Gwendolyn makes a small gesture of a curtsie to Tivadar "I only do what I think is right. If I see some injustice I try to right it." she scurries away, back to her place at the fire.

Galdorim looks down at Tivadar and chuckles. "You still are treating the wounded of a beast that could of been one of theones that stole the children of Rohan and ate them. How can you think you can get any good out of keeping this ~THING~ alive?! He looks over over and nods. "Was it you fighting the Uruk-hai that I can and assisted you on?"

Tivadar grins and nods speaking with a smile on his face, "Yes sir it was I whom you assisted in killing the Uruk-hai and I still havn't thanked you for that nor have I yet to even learned your name." pausing for a brief moment he looks at the warg and shakes his head, "The fact that this beast could have been one whom stole children of Rohan can not at all be foregotten, and that alone gives me reason enough to kill the beast myself but I will follow what has been willed for now anyway."

And indeed, the Guildmaster of Tailors from Minas Tirith is brought forth from the Healer's Tents, carried high upon the shoulders of six of the men of the Silver Guard, with their sergeant Abarazar Khibilroth directing their actions. The men march in step, adding something of a funeral air to the whole procession, yet Rorgan sits up high upon the cot as it is carried bier-fashion and set down near to the lieutenant with only a small gesture being made on the part of Abarazar.

"Lord Rorgan, sah," Abarazar says as he snaps a salute to the officer.

The tailor smiles toward Galdorim, and still blinks in the brighter light outside the healer's tent, which he has not left for nigh onto a month now, "Friend Galdorim, what could be so urgent that you would send my men to carry me to you instead of coming to the tents of the healers and speaking with me there?" Then his eyes catch sight of the beast, and he makes a long hummm before he speaks again, "So a live one has indeed been brought into the camp. This promises ill to us, I think. Who has done this thing and under what authority?"

[Galdorim(#22020)] A smile crosses Galdorim face and nods. "I am Lieutenant Galdorim, Officer of the Minas Tirith Guard." He uncrosses his large arms and extends his large hand. "And what is your name?" As he extends his hand he looks over towards Rorgan. "This soldier is blocking my intent of killing this evil beast. He says your word will be the decieding factor weather it loves or dies. Lord Xantra is the person who captured it, and now he wants to try to gain information from it or play some cruel blood sport with it."

Tivadar smiles again and takes the mans hand in a firm shake then releases it, "My name is Tivadar, I am a Rider of the East-mark, Scout and Messanger of Theoden king and of Rohan, it is nice to finally learn your name." Hearing Rorgan speak he turns but before he can answer he notices Galdorim answer the questions and stands there straight and calm.

The tailor barks a chuckle, "*My* word is it, now, Tivadar? And why would it be that my word will settle its fate? I remember the captain well from the old days, and he is not a man lightly crossed." He smiles, "I sense some of Sergeant Abarazar's doing in this matter, but that is well and good, I would suppose."

The sergeant shrinks back a bit at the words of his charge, and his expression goes grim once again, "I thought you could best settle it, sah, since you are ... are ..."

"Out with it, man!" Barks the tailor.

"Well, sah, Lord Rorgan, sah, with all due respect, sah, you're a... ah... You're half-Rohir, sah, and being in the middle and all, perhaps you could help find something to settle both sides, sah. I for one would care to see this beast's pelt shorn from it's cold body at the earliest opportunity, sah."

"Because I'm a half-breed, eh, Abarazar?" Rorgan chuckles, "I do indeed seem to be placed in the unique position of being able to understand some of both sides of the arguement. Should I lord myself about now and ask each of you in turn to state your cases?"

Galdorim shakes Tivadar's hand then then looks at Rorgan. "As you said keeping a warg alive int he camp bodes ill fate to us. It should not of been taken alive in the first place. Now it is dieing slowly and in pain. Xatra wants to interrogate it." he shakes his head. "We do not take Uruks prisoner. Why should we keep this warg alive. Tivadar says if you say it should die then it will be killed. He has impeded my way to kill it and if camp peace is to rein here. You need to decide."

The words of Galdorim induce a nod from the tailor, and his right hand rubs his chin thoughtfully for a moment before he speaks, "I know this to be an intelegent breed, Lieutenant, possibly even more so than our enemies, the Goblins. And as I said, I know Captain Xatra to be a man not lightly crossed, so here is what I suggest: We shall put the beast into another set of chains -- this is to be done at once -- and then it shall be housed inside of Captain Xatra's tent in all it's reek and offal, but no harm is to come to it, mind you, none are to further injure this creature, this being, as long as it shall remain in the Captain's tent. And upon the Captain's return from his errand of scouting for more Goblins to kill, Galdorim, you, my, Xatra, Colinor, and whomever else shall counsel us on such dark matters shall decide the hour of its doom."

Tivadar stands in silence as Galdorim speaks waiting for Rorgan to either say leave it, kill it or leave the wargs fate up to him.

And then the tailor adds thoughtfully, "If this creature shall break free of the captain's tent, or be brought outside it for any reason, then you shall each and every one have my blessing in killing it swiftly and with no mercy."

Tivadar nods to Rorgan ah sigh of relief let out that he didn't have to make the decision of what happened to the fell beast then he speaks, "Thank you very much for you time Sir Rorgan and you saved me and others a little trouble, I do appologize for waking and draging you out of the healers tent and I bid you to get well soon."

Galdorim 's jaw slackens with surprise. He just shakes his head. The tall Lieutenant looks to his guard that hold the unconscious warg. His deep voice rumbles out in a disappoving tone. "Release the warg. You are dismissed!"

The four guard release the warg and salute Galdorim and then leave ot go about thier duties.

Galdorim looks at his friend, Rorgan, and just shakes his head. Without saying a word Galdorim turns and walks away from the area to his tent. He mutters to himself. "Again the tailor's words carry more weight."

With a sad look toward his friend, Rorgan shakes his head and motions for his cot to be lifted again and carried back toward the healer's tents. As the men follow their instructions, Rorgan leans a little down and converses quietly with Abarazar, obviously intent on sending him on some errand ere they arrive at the tents.