Elendor
A thank-you snowball
Brandebras dutifully tries to thank the man who brought him back to Bree, and tells the tale of the pond in his usual confused fashion
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Location: GER: Centre of Bree
Game Date: February 10,1446
IC Time: Morning
Description:
GER: Centre of Bree(#16061Rto)
The Great East Road wraps itself around the bottom of Bree-hill. The Road bends northwest as it skirts around the base of the hill. Where the Road clears the hill, it straightens out and runs in a line toward the South Gate. To the northwest, a short distance along the Road, a large inn is visible. To the south, the gate stands open.
Snow piles on the ground around your feet. The early morning winter air is cold and dry around you.
Obvious exits:
East leads to Stone Houses.
West leads to Bree Market - East.
NorthWest leads to At the Sign of the Prancing Pony.
South (GER) leads to Inside the South Gate.
================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Tue Feb 03 15:28:28 2009
Bree time: Early Morning <08:25:24> on Mersday of Winter - February 10,1446
Moon Phase: Full Moon
Breelands Weather
The early morning winter air is cold and dry around you. Snow piles on the ground around your feet.
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[Arthamon(#24624)] The snow has ceased today, leaving an icy mess in its wake. The ice is cracked in many places from where people have fallen. Sharp icicles dangle from the overhangs of roofs.
A pair of heavy boots clops their way through the wintery morning. Rover seems fully focused on keeping his balance on the frictionless surface he tries to navigate.
Still one or two drifts of snow lie piled up at the edge of the road, and the short, stout, well-mufflered figure pottering along it stoops to pick up a handful, though the motion sets him coughing. He sights on a target - that big icicle hanging off the opposite roof - and watches happily as the snowball sails through the air to splatter against its target, looking only slightly chastened as the fallout sprays the nearest passers-by.
He walks on a careful pace or two, then pauses to ask something of another passer-by. "/That's/ Mister Rover?" he exclaims. "Oh." Perhaps that snowball might not have been such a good idea.
[Arthamon(#24624)] Rover coughs as a mist of biting snow and ice hits him in the face. Wiping the snow out of his eyes, he turns to find the source of the interuption to his pleasant jaunt. His eyes gleam as they fall on Bradebras. The boy that he draggged into town looks healthier now, and not half dead. The ranger grins and slides, more than walks, forward.
The hobbit's cheeks are rosy from more than just the cold. He gives a little gulp, then picks his way slowly forward (perhaps that skating practise has paid off, for he doesn't fall.) "M-Mister Rover?" he falters, coughing again. "I wantad to - uh, to say thank you. Missus Applecheeks said you took me to the healers." The words come out in a rush.
[Arthamon(#24624)] Rover peers at Brandebras intently for a moment, and then breaks out in laughter. "Are you frightened?" he asks jovially, bending down to be eye to eye with the child. "Please, don't worry yourself over your snowball. You're welcome too, lad. You were not in good shape when Toby gave you to me...say, what happened between you two? I couldn't get much out of him. Did you really fall in the ice or did he hurt you?"
Brandebras shuffles his feet awkwardly, which has the effect of upsetting his balance. He lets out a squeak and reaches for the nearest stable thing, the stooping Arthamon. "I'm, uh, sorry about the snowball," he manages to murmur breathlessly, the question still unanswered.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "Oh it's all right," Rover replies with a grin, "There's nothing wrong with enjoying the snow." Without moving, the tall man tilts his head at Brandebras. "So how exactly were you hurt?" he asks again, his voice quieter now.
Brandebras manages to right himself, and this time he keeps his feet steady. "I- I fell into a hole in the ice," he recalls. "I don't know how it got there." And his brows crease. Then doubt is replaced by certainty. "Mister Grey saved me. He was so brave! And Toby? Mister Grey asked him to take me back to Bree, only he just stood there, and my legs wouldn't work, and ... I don't remember any more." Thankfully the hobbit shuts his mouth at this point.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "That's not the whole story is it?" Rover asks, concerned. "I don't want to sound too inquisitory, but well...before I left Bree, there were problems. I'm sure you remember. You'd better tell me the rest. And don't try to lie." Rover suddenly stands, his height imposing upon the poor hobbit teenager, "I can tell when people lie."
Brandebras lets out a squeak. "I - what do you want to know? And what sort of problems?" Could it be there is some gossip about town that he is unaware of.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "Never you mind the problems!" Rover says, suddenly serious, "Please just tell me the rest of the story. I won't be angry, but...I am concerned. You and Toby should not have been by yourself at night beyond the Gates. Not in this day and age," he adds with a sigh.
"It was night?" Brandebras blinks at this information, and rubs at his head. "But it was daytime when I went out - I was skating. I've already told the Mayor everything. He said to stay away from the pond. He seemed to think there was something funny going on too. You mean," here he has to stop because a fit of coughing hits him, and it is some time before he can go on, "you mean Toby wanted to leave me outside all night?" He sounds quite indignant. Never mind the fact that a portly hobbit would have been a hard burden for Toby to carry.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "I found him dragging you down the road. He had mud on his shirt, I thought it was blood. You weren't moving, I thought you were dead. I found you well after sundown, and Grey was nowhere near." Rover strokes his chin, looking up for a moment as a small hobbit child runs past, then turns back to Brandebras. "What did the Mayor say exactly?" he asks in a hushed tone.
Brandebras's brows scrunch up in thought. "It's hard to remember, I wasn't feeling very well. He wanted to know all about what had happened, so I told him about the skating, and the treasure, and Mr Grey making holes in the ice - and he said something about knowing what was really going on and he rushed off - to the pond I think. I told him which one it was. Do /you/ know what's really going on?" The question is innocent.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "Treasure?" Rover asks, genuinely confused. "I do not know what is going on. What did Grey say to you about treasure?"
Brandebras shakes his head impatiently. "It wasn't Mister Grey," he answers, "it was Mister Hollyhewer - the woodcutter. He said there was treasure at the bottom of the pond, so I was going to take a look, and then ... I was in the water. Maybe I fell into one of Mister Grey's holes?" The alternative option, that he has broken through thin ice does not seem to occur to him.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "Hmmmm, then why would Grey be digging for treasure based on the stories of woodcutter?" Rover asks, more to himself, but the question is spoken aloud.
Brandebras looks puzzled at the question. "I don't know that, Mister Rover," he answers at last. "Maybe you should ask him yourself? Why-" But whatever he was about to say will forever remain unknown, for at this point a matronly woman descends on him, exclaiming, "Why /there/ you are, young Master Bywater! You forgot your bottle of tonic." She holds up a leather flask of something nasty-smelling. "And what are you /doing/ outside in this cold? Come along now, inside with you." She flaps her cloak at him as though shooing a chicken, and Brandebras, chastened, mumbles, "I'd better go. Goodbye Mister Rover, and I hope you get to the bottom of it!" Then the young hobbit slips and slides his way along the road and out of sight.
GER: Centre of Bree(#16061Rto)
The Great East Road wraps itself around the bottom of Bree-hill. The Road bends northwest as it skirts around the base of the hill. Where the Road clears the hill, it straightens out and runs in a line toward the South Gate. To the northwest, a short distance along the Road, a large inn is visible. To the south, the gate stands open.
Snow piles on the ground around your feet. The early morning winter air is cold and dry around you.
Obvious exits:
East leads to Stone Houses.
West leads to Bree Market - East.
NorthWest leads to At the Sign of the Prancing Pony.
South (GER) leads to Inside the South Gate.
================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Tue Feb 03 15:28:28 2009
Bree time: Early Morning <08:25:24> on Mersday of Winter - February 10,1446
Moon Phase: Full Moon
Breelands Weather
The early morning winter air is cold and dry around you. Snow piles on the ground around your feet.
===============================================================================
[Arthamon(#24624)] The snow has ceased today, leaving an icy mess in its wake. The ice is cracked in many places from where people have fallen. Sharp icicles dangle from the overhangs of roofs.
A pair of heavy boots clops their way through the wintery morning. Rover seems fully focused on keeping his balance on the frictionless surface he tries to navigate.
Still one or two drifts of snow lie piled up at the edge of the road, and the short, stout, well-mufflered figure pottering along it stoops to pick up a handful, though the motion sets him coughing. He sights on a target - that big icicle hanging off the opposite roof - and watches happily as the snowball sails through the air to splatter against its target, looking only slightly chastened as the fallout sprays the nearest passers-by.
He walks on a careful pace or two, then pauses to ask something of another passer-by. "/That's/ Mister Rover?" he exclaims. "Oh." Perhaps that snowball might not have been such a good idea.
[Arthamon(#24624)] Rover coughs as a mist of biting snow and ice hits him in the face. Wiping the snow out of his eyes, he turns to find the source of the interuption to his pleasant jaunt. His eyes gleam as they fall on Bradebras. The boy that he draggged into town looks healthier now, and not half dead. The ranger grins and slides, more than walks, forward.
The hobbit's cheeks are rosy from more than just the cold. He gives a little gulp, then picks his way slowly forward (perhaps that skating practise has paid off, for he doesn't fall.) "M-Mister Rover?" he falters, coughing again. "I wantad to - uh, to say thank you. Missus Applecheeks said you took me to the healers." The words come out in a rush.
[Arthamon(#24624)] Rover peers at Brandebras intently for a moment, and then breaks out in laughter. "Are you frightened?" he asks jovially, bending down to be eye to eye with the child. "Please, don't worry yourself over your snowball. You're welcome too, lad. You were not in good shape when Toby gave you to me...say, what happened between you two? I couldn't get much out of him. Did you really fall in the ice or did he hurt you?"
Brandebras shuffles his feet awkwardly, which has the effect of upsetting his balance. He lets out a squeak and reaches for the nearest stable thing, the stooping Arthamon. "I'm, uh, sorry about the snowball," he manages to murmur breathlessly, the question still unanswered.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "Oh it's all right," Rover replies with a grin, "There's nothing wrong with enjoying the snow." Without moving, the tall man tilts his head at Brandebras. "So how exactly were you hurt?" he asks again, his voice quieter now.
Brandebras manages to right himself, and this time he keeps his feet steady. "I- I fell into a hole in the ice," he recalls. "I don't know how it got there." And his brows crease. Then doubt is replaced by certainty. "Mister Grey saved me. He was so brave! And Toby? Mister Grey asked him to take me back to Bree, only he just stood there, and my legs wouldn't work, and ... I don't remember any more." Thankfully the hobbit shuts his mouth at this point.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "That's not the whole story is it?" Rover asks, concerned. "I don't want to sound too inquisitory, but well...before I left Bree, there were problems. I'm sure you remember. You'd better tell me the rest. And don't try to lie." Rover suddenly stands, his height imposing upon the poor hobbit teenager, "I can tell when people lie."
Brandebras lets out a squeak. "I - what do you want to know? And what sort of problems?" Could it be there is some gossip about town that he is unaware of.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "Never you mind the problems!" Rover says, suddenly serious, "Please just tell me the rest of the story. I won't be angry, but...I am concerned. You and Toby should not have been by yourself at night beyond the Gates. Not in this day and age," he adds with a sigh.
"It was night?" Brandebras blinks at this information, and rubs at his head. "But it was daytime when I went out - I was skating. I've already told the Mayor everything. He said to stay away from the pond. He seemed to think there was something funny going on too. You mean," here he has to stop because a fit of coughing hits him, and it is some time before he can go on, "you mean Toby wanted to leave me outside all night?" He sounds quite indignant. Never mind the fact that a portly hobbit would have been a hard burden for Toby to carry.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "I found him dragging you down the road. He had mud on his shirt, I thought it was blood. You weren't moving, I thought you were dead. I found you well after sundown, and Grey was nowhere near." Rover strokes his chin, looking up for a moment as a small hobbit child runs past, then turns back to Brandebras. "What did the Mayor say exactly?" he asks in a hushed tone.
Brandebras's brows scrunch up in thought. "It's hard to remember, I wasn't feeling very well. He wanted to know all about what had happened, so I told him about the skating, and the treasure, and Mr Grey making holes in the ice - and he said something about knowing what was really going on and he rushed off - to the pond I think. I told him which one it was. Do /you/ know what's really going on?" The question is innocent.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "Treasure?" Rover asks, genuinely confused. "I do not know what is going on. What did Grey say to you about treasure?"
Brandebras shakes his head impatiently. "It wasn't Mister Grey," he answers, "it was Mister Hollyhewer - the woodcutter. He said there was treasure at the bottom of the pond, so I was going to take a look, and then ... I was in the water. Maybe I fell into one of Mister Grey's holes?" The alternative option, that he has broken through thin ice does not seem to occur to him.
[Arthamon(#24624)] "Hmmmm, then why would Grey be digging for treasure based on the stories of woodcutter?" Rover asks, more to himself, but the question is spoken aloud.
Brandebras looks puzzled at the question. "I don't know that, Mister Rover," he answers at last. "Maybe you should ask him yourself? Why-" But whatever he was about to say will forever remain unknown, for at this point a matronly woman descends on him, exclaiming, "Why /there/ you are, young Master Bywater! You forgot your bottle of tonic." She holds up a leather flask of something nasty-smelling. "And what are you /doing/ outside in this cold? Come along now, inside with you." She flaps her cloak at him as though shooing a chicken, and Brandebras, chastened, mumbles, "I'd better go. Goodbye Mister Rover, and I hope you get to the bottom of it!" Then the young hobbit slips and slides his way along the road and out of sight.
Players: Arthamon, Brandebras
