Elendor
Secrets Shared--SPOILERS
SPOILERS!! Gurtir and Ceredir have a talk. This log reveals some IC secrets of several ongoing plots, but I thought I would post it because Gurtir is so awesome. Read at your own risk to RP fun.
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Location: Osgiliath
Game Date: November 12, 3045
IC Time: Afternoon
Weather: Cloudy
Description: [Osgiliath ZMO(#36)->Ceredir]
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Weather: Cloudy
Time: Midday <13:27:09 >
Season: Autumn
Date: Oraearon - November 12, 3045
Real Time: Sun Jan 04 17:09:03 2009
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Three days to go before the ban on Ceredir is up, and in the meantime, the Scout is busy helping to resupply the garrison here. Wagons come and go, but at mid-day there is finally a break. Ceredir sits on a pile of rubble, eating a modest meal of bread and cheese, a bit apart from the rest of the activity in the garrison.
[Gurtir(#30678)]
Ranger Gurtir comes from the Eastern parts of the garrison.
"Ceredir.", he says as he sees the Scout thus named and makes it towards him, his expression unreadable, though his manner holds something of secrecy.
"Sir..." Ceredir gets to his feet, wiping away some water that drips down his chin, from the waterskin he washed the bread down with. He wears a sword and dagger, still, despite the ban. "Not much place to practice shooting here. Not right to waste arrows when they are so badly needed."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"Yes. Nor would I have you using it in battle already."
He then lowers his voice, eyeing the scout intensely, "I have some informations for you. Yet I must require an oath of silence from you ere we continue."
At this the Scout sighs and slings his waterskin around to his back again. "So many oaths of silence, so much secrets. All among men of Gondor. Is this what things have come to?"
"I give you my solemn oath and my word that whatever you say to me now will go no further, sir."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
For several seconds, Gurtir merely stares at the scout. At length, he speaks, "And to this, under the Valar, I hear may none else."
"I slight it as well, Ceredir. But I have my alligiances that I cannot betray. I come to you as a friend to hint at you... an oportunity for your cause."
"I call upon the Valar themselves to witness my oath to this, sir. I vow you secrecy." But Ceredir leans forward, half slipping of the rubble where he sits, coming to his feet. "This is of interest to me, of course."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
A nod recieves the scout's words.
"The Bragollach are overreaching themselves and other Great Houses are unhappy.", Gurtir then proceeds to tell the scout in a low voice, glancing around some to make sure no ear listens what is not meant to it, "The Mormegil are displeased with their behavior. The Telpekhor will soon be-- I trust you heard your friend Thaladel saying he would seek out Elenur? If I know his kind, his answer will but throw more wood on the fire already burning."
"My advice is that you prepare yourself. Gather whatever witness, proof and document you might have against Sir Elenur and wait. Wait until the other Houses have weakened the Bragollach to call for justice."
"By the One!" Ceredir hisses the words and kicks helplessly at the rubble with a booted foot. "Sir, I have no proof. Nothing. The word of a tanner of Minas Tirith? What worth is that? And the word of the person who gave me my information about my parentage, but swore me to secrecy as solemnly as you have just done. How can I make any claim? Can I force Elenur Bragollach to admit the truth? Rather, he will kill me if I press this further."
"A Scout and a bastard with a temper, no less, demanding justice from a noble house? I think that no matter the sentiment against Bragollach, I will be derided, mocked, insulted, and challenged to bring forth proof or else stand to a duel."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"You must not press him in his quarters rather you must call him in front of his Prince, Imrahil.", the Ranger replies at Ceredir, shakes his head slightly, "The man will not kill you in front of him. And Imrahil has the old blood in him he will know lies and truth. Yet I advise you to wait until the Houses have discredited the Bragollach-- egg the Telpekhor on, through Thaladel, through Arashen, if you can, and perhaps an unlikely alliance might take place to humble Bragollach."
Gurtir pauses, observing the other and briefly around before continuing, "The other information I can give you is that Thingalad could perhaps witness in your favour. And that his mother is not of Carmayar she is of minor nobility."
"Prince Imrahil? What chance would I have to see both Elenur and the Prince together? Though perhaps in front of Lord Faramir, but there is little chance of that, either. My parentage is of no concern to anyone but myself--even less so with what is going on around us and the losses here." Ceredir gestures to the activity in the garrison. "What difference does it make that 18 years ago Elenur Bragollach dallied with a woman? Other than to my marrying Nelladel."
Pausing, Ceredir now sighs heavily. "If we ever find her...As for the Telpekhor...Lady Laeraelin has an...intense dislike of me. I am apparently the cause of Nelladel's disappearance, and she is convinced I know where she is. Arashen has not yet heard of his cousin and I...though I wear this." The Scout frowns, pulling out the necklace tucked in his tunic: It is Nelladel's necklace, with a silver charm of the Telpekhor arms hanging from it.
"A minor noble?" There's a small smile on Ceredir's face. "Then we are not cousins after all and I should press you no further in this. But tell me...how is Bragollach over-reaching?"
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"There is justice in Gondor, boy. You must but seek it. Request an audience with Imrahil-- or Faramir, if you prefer, explain your matter and ask that he commands Elenur to be there.", the Ranger explains, falling silent then to listen. "Then reach out for Arashen, for Thaladel. Have them whisper on her ears. If her sister's husband was to be included in this, House Seronauth would also wish to stand up for morale."
"Bragollach are expanding themselves beyond what they should they have forgotten that respect binds the Great Houses of Gondor together, and they act is if they were above that request. They have been lying, insulting and trying tempers. If in the field they fight to uphold the values of yore-- respect, diplomacy, loyalty-- in the cities it seems they fight precisely to destroy them."
He makes a pause, "But I have spoken my piece, Ceredir, and have given you the advices I could. You are on your own now. My last warning is that perhaps one such chance will not come again. Prepare yourself. Feed the hostilities of the Telpekhor. If you have a dear friend, counsil further with him-- or her. If this is really what you want, that is."
"My only restriction-- nay, my command! Is that no strife jeopardizes Gondor's fighting forces. Our unity in battle."
This said, the Ranger starts to walk away.
"Sir.." Ceredir reaches out a hand toward Gurtir. "Is it over-reaching for me to wish to marry a noble woman? Lady Nelladel? Even if I -can- prove my heritage, I was still born outside of marriage and not raised a noble. And just being born out of a marriage, entirely--it is something I can never correct."
"As for the rest, I appreciate it and will do my best, though I fear Arashen's reaction..
"Have you spoken to Sir Bor about his insult to Morwenn? The man...he is out of control. Knight-Captain or not. And I say that with all due respect, sir."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
Gurtir stops, glances back at Ceredir.
"Telpekhor are concerned about your blood, not the situation you grew up in, last I knew. Prove yourself, act with dignity, and that will really not matter.", he pauses, his face darkening-- almost saddening! at the question about Sir Bor, "I have. He will not apologise. Though it is the desire of both the lady and her mother that no further word about this particular incident goes out they do wish it not to reach Phallanath."
Very nearly Ceredir growls. "That he should get away with such insults. Anyone that he thinks is beneath him is insulted, and all those save those at the top of nobility or military rank are due his insults. And the Squire Arashen, too--so his favorite pets are spared his foul tongue, but everyone else serves solely as an outlet for his foul temper. And yet he is a Knight Captain, and granted the ability to walk on the rest of us because he is of noble blood!!" The Scout fumes, not able to stand still, pacing in his anger.
"And the Lady Laeraelin--she cares not that her niece Nelladel is wounded to the heart by her family's rejection of me. No, she would rather see the girl marry in coldness and lovelessness, rather than risk an alliance that does not serve the holy name of Telpekhor!"
He spits on the ground at that. "Bloodlines and heritage and snobbery and conceit! And then they claim they preserve the heritage of Numenor! How else did Numenor come to fall except by such willful and excessive pride and bigotry?!"
[Gurtir(#30678)]
Gurtir watches the scout's outburst in silence.
At length, then, "He is Knight-Captain because his prowess on field is unsurpassable. He defined himself well to me when I said that war was the path, but morale, the destination: a modest pathfinder who will not reach the destination.", the Ranger replies, a frown creasing his brow, "Hence Mormegil will act: that we do not transform the path on the destination, and pathfinders learn they have limits."
"As for the Telpekhor... you are probably right. But let there be enough of this rage. They can be your allies. Sooth and ally with Arashen, -be humble-, and guide Thaladel. Remember: control your outbursts, use your anger in your favour rather than be used by it. Perhaps you can have a chance of winning."
"Yet if you think this too much trouble, if you really see no hope, abandon it all, retire to simplicity, forget this Nelladel. Just never, ever, first rule of strategy, enter a battle to lose. Think cooly, analise yourself, your allies, your enemies, and make your choice. And don't regret afterwards."
This said, he makes it again to leave.
The inner peace that Ceredir had maintained for so long, even somehow through the nightmare of Osgiliath might seem to be shattered in the Scout for those who can sense such. In its place is turmoil and fear, and overwhelming grief coupled with anger. Ceredir looks up, addressing Gurtir's second suggestion first. "Nelladel and I gave each other our oaths and called on the Valar as witness that we loved each other, only each other, until the end of time. We -are- married. She is my wife. I will find her. I do not abandon the woman I love and who loves me. That would be despicable and dishonorable. Despite what the Telpekhor want and say." He tugs at the chain of the Telpekhor medallion, then tucks it back into his tunic.
"And yet...now I must lie to Arashen and pretend that I will give up on Nelladel? In order to soothe him? He will never want me as brother in his family." At least Ceredir's voice is quieter as he speaks all of this, though it is all said with intensity nonetheless.
"If you act...if Mormegil acts...I would like a part in it. I suppose it is not possible. But I voice my request to you in any case. "
Anger spent, the Scout sighs. "Yes sir."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"Then fight for her. Press your claim so that the Telpekhor will accept you... or be prepared to run away with her and disgrace her name", the Ranger shrugs, coldly analising the situation, "And I never said you should lie to Arashen. Simply win him to your side. Make him see that the only manner to get Nelladel to return is sorting this issue. Have him -help- you. Have him whisper in Laeraelin's ear... whisper that which Thaladel will soon bring, Thaladel's angst and outrage."
"This is the only manner you can take part in this, Ceredir. Egg the Telpekhor against Bragollach... make the ground fertile for Mormegil's strike. And prepare your claim for when the Bragollach are on their knees."
"I will, sir." Eyes on the ground, Ceredir is quiet a moment.
"I have a half brother, though he, too, denies me."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"Thingalad?", Gurtir asks Ceredir, his eyes approving the regain of control, "Give him time. He has but recently come to connect things."
"But enough of consipiracy and secrets. We are in Osgiliath, we have a task ahead of us. Keep whatever you must do or say to a minimum while we are here, least attention is diverged and the Enemy thus favoured." he points the garrison with his chin, "Come."
"Thingalad--yes. He told you?" Ceredir seems somewhat surprised by this, but he turns to walk toward the garrison again. "Yes sir. I will strive to keep my anger in check." He pauses, glum. "Nelladel helped me do that, but..."
A sigh of frustration and perhaps some bitterness escapes the Scout. He walks on.
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"He spoke to me in confidence.", Gurtir says, turning to glare at Ceredir while he speaks. Then he turns back, leading the way to the garrison even as the carts and supply trains are moved that way.
"Unleash this mood on the orcs. I can smell battle in the air already."
A snort is the Scout's reply. "Three more days, sir. I can release anger meantime on the supply wagon drivers for being too slow." He stomps off toward the fort.
Weather: Cloudy
Time: Midday <13:27:09 >
Season: Autumn
Date: Oraearon - November 12, 3045
Real Time: Sun Jan 04 17:09:03 2009
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Three days to go before the ban on Ceredir is up, and in the meantime, the Scout is busy helping to resupply the garrison here. Wagons come and go, but at mid-day there is finally a break. Ceredir sits on a pile of rubble, eating a modest meal of bread and cheese, a bit apart from the rest of the activity in the garrison.
[Gurtir(#30678)]
Ranger Gurtir comes from the Eastern parts of the garrison.
"Ceredir.", he says as he sees the Scout thus named and makes it towards him, his expression unreadable, though his manner holds something of secrecy.
"Sir..." Ceredir gets to his feet, wiping away some water that drips down his chin, from the waterskin he washed the bread down with. He wears a sword and dagger, still, despite the ban. "Not much place to practice shooting here. Not right to waste arrows when they are so badly needed."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"Yes. Nor would I have you using it in battle already."
He then lowers his voice, eyeing the scout intensely, "I have some informations for you. Yet I must require an oath of silence from you ere we continue."
At this the Scout sighs and slings his waterskin around to his back again. "So many oaths of silence, so much secrets. All among men of Gondor. Is this what things have come to?"
"I give you my solemn oath and my word that whatever you say to me now will go no further, sir."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
For several seconds, Gurtir merely stares at the scout. At length, he speaks, "And to this, under the Valar, I hear may none else."
"I slight it as well, Ceredir. But I have my alligiances that I cannot betray. I come to you as a friend to hint at you... an oportunity for your cause."
"I call upon the Valar themselves to witness my oath to this, sir. I vow you secrecy." But Ceredir leans forward, half slipping of the rubble where he sits, coming to his feet. "This is of interest to me, of course."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
A nod recieves the scout's words.
"The Bragollach are overreaching themselves and other Great Houses are unhappy.", Gurtir then proceeds to tell the scout in a low voice, glancing around some to make sure no ear listens what is not meant to it, "The Mormegil are displeased with their behavior. The Telpekhor will soon be-- I trust you heard your friend Thaladel saying he would seek out Elenur? If I know his kind, his answer will but throw more wood on the fire already burning."
"My advice is that you prepare yourself. Gather whatever witness, proof and document you might have against Sir Elenur and wait. Wait until the other Houses have weakened the Bragollach to call for justice."
"By the One!" Ceredir hisses the words and kicks helplessly at the rubble with a booted foot. "Sir, I have no proof. Nothing. The word of a tanner of Minas Tirith? What worth is that? And the word of the person who gave me my information about my parentage, but swore me to secrecy as solemnly as you have just done. How can I make any claim? Can I force Elenur Bragollach to admit the truth? Rather, he will kill me if I press this further."
"A Scout and a bastard with a temper, no less, demanding justice from a noble house? I think that no matter the sentiment against Bragollach, I will be derided, mocked, insulted, and challenged to bring forth proof or else stand to a duel."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"You must not press him in his quarters rather you must call him in front of his Prince, Imrahil.", the Ranger replies at Ceredir, shakes his head slightly, "The man will not kill you in front of him. And Imrahil has the old blood in him he will know lies and truth. Yet I advise you to wait until the Houses have discredited the Bragollach-- egg the Telpekhor on, through Thaladel, through Arashen, if you can, and perhaps an unlikely alliance might take place to humble Bragollach."
Gurtir pauses, observing the other and briefly around before continuing, "The other information I can give you is that Thingalad could perhaps witness in your favour. And that his mother is not of Carmayar she is of minor nobility."
"Prince Imrahil? What chance would I have to see both Elenur and the Prince together? Though perhaps in front of Lord Faramir, but there is little chance of that, either. My parentage is of no concern to anyone but myself--even less so with what is going on around us and the losses here." Ceredir gestures to the activity in the garrison. "What difference does it make that 18 years ago Elenur Bragollach dallied with a woman? Other than to my marrying Nelladel."
Pausing, Ceredir now sighs heavily. "If we ever find her...As for the Telpekhor...Lady Laeraelin has an...intense dislike of me. I am apparently the cause of Nelladel's disappearance, and she is convinced I know where she is. Arashen has not yet heard of his cousin and I...though I wear this." The Scout frowns, pulling out the necklace tucked in his tunic: It is Nelladel's necklace, with a silver charm of the Telpekhor arms hanging from it.
"A minor noble?" There's a small smile on Ceredir's face. "Then we are not cousins after all and I should press you no further in this. But tell me...how is Bragollach over-reaching?"
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"There is justice in Gondor, boy. You must but seek it. Request an audience with Imrahil-- or Faramir, if you prefer, explain your matter and ask that he commands Elenur to be there.", the Ranger explains, falling silent then to listen. "Then reach out for Arashen, for Thaladel. Have them whisper on her ears. If her sister's husband was to be included in this, House Seronauth would also wish to stand up for morale."
"Bragollach are expanding themselves beyond what they should they have forgotten that respect binds the Great Houses of Gondor together, and they act is if they were above that request. They have been lying, insulting and trying tempers. If in the field they fight to uphold the values of yore-- respect, diplomacy, loyalty-- in the cities it seems they fight precisely to destroy them."
He makes a pause, "But I have spoken my piece, Ceredir, and have given you the advices I could. You are on your own now. My last warning is that perhaps one such chance will not come again. Prepare yourself. Feed the hostilities of the Telpekhor. If you have a dear friend, counsil further with him-- or her. If this is really what you want, that is."
"My only restriction-- nay, my command! Is that no strife jeopardizes Gondor's fighting forces. Our unity in battle."
This said, the Ranger starts to walk away.
"Sir.." Ceredir reaches out a hand toward Gurtir. "Is it over-reaching for me to wish to marry a noble woman? Lady Nelladel? Even if I -can- prove my heritage, I was still born outside of marriage and not raised a noble. And just being born out of a marriage, entirely--it is something I can never correct."
"As for the rest, I appreciate it and will do my best, though I fear Arashen's reaction..
"Have you spoken to Sir Bor about his insult to Morwenn? The man...he is out of control. Knight-Captain or not. And I say that with all due respect, sir."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
Gurtir stops, glances back at Ceredir.
"Telpekhor are concerned about your blood, not the situation you grew up in, last I knew. Prove yourself, act with dignity, and that will really not matter.", he pauses, his face darkening-- almost saddening! at the question about Sir Bor, "I have. He will not apologise. Though it is the desire of both the lady and her mother that no further word about this particular incident goes out they do wish it not to reach Phallanath."
Very nearly Ceredir growls. "That he should get away with such insults. Anyone that he thinks is beneath him is insulted, and all those save those at the top of nobility or military rank are due his insults. And the Squire Arashen, too--so his favorite pets are spared his foul tongue, but everyone else serves solely as an outlet for his foul temper. And yet he is a Knight Captain, and granted the ability to walk on the rest of us because he is of noble blood!!" The Scout fumes, not able to stand still, pacing in his anger.
"And the Lady Laeraelin--she cares not that her niece Nelladel is wounded to the heart by her family's rejection of me. No, she would rather see the girl marry in coldness and lovelessness, rather than risk an alliance that does not serve the holy name of Telpekhor!"
He spits on the ground at that. "Bloodlines and heritage and snobbery and conceit! And then they claim they preserve the heritage of Numenor! How else did Numenor come to fall except by such willful and excessive pride and bigotry?!"
[Gurtir(#30678)]
Gurtir watches the scout's outburst in silence.
At length, then, "He is Knight-Captain because his prowess on field is unsurpassable. He defined himself well to me when I said that war was the path, but morale, the destination: a modest pathfinder who will not reach the destination.", the Ranger replies, a frown creasing his brow, "Hence Mormegil will act: that we do not transform the path on the destination, and pathfinders learn they have limits."
"As for the Telpekhor... you are probably right. But let there be enough of this rage. They can be your allies. Sooth and ally with Arashen, -be humble-, and guide Thaladel. Remember: control your outbursts, use your anger in your favour rather than be used by it. Perhaps you can have a chance of winning."
"Yet if you think this too much trouble, if you really see no hope, abandon it all, retire to simplicity, forget this Nelladel. Just never, ever, first rule of strategy, enter a battle to lose. Think cooly, analise yourself, your allies, your enemies, and make your choice. And don't regret afterwards."
This said, he makes it again to leave.
The inner peace that Ceredir had maintained for so long, even somehow through the nightmare of Osgiliath might seem to be shattered in the Scout for those who can sense such. In its place is turmoil and fear, and overwhelming grief coupled with anger. Ceredir looks up, addressing Gurtir's second suggestion first. "Nelladel and I gave each other our oaths and called on the Valar as witness that we loved each other, only each other, until the end of time. We -are- married. She is my wife. I will find her. I do not abandon the woman I love and who loves me. That would be despicable and dishonorable. Despite what the Telpekhor want and say." He tugs at the chain of the Telpekhor medallion, then tucks it back into his tunic.
"And yet...now I must lie to Arashen and pretend that I will give up on Nelladel? In order to soothe him? He will never want me as brother in his family." At least Ceredir's voice is quieter as he speaks all of this, though it is all said with intensity nonetheless.
"If you act...if Mormegil acts...I would like a part in it. I suppose it is not possible. But I voice my request to you in any case. "
Anger spent, the Scout sighs. "Yes sir."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"Then fight for her. Press your claim so that the Telpekhor will accept you... or be prepared to run away with her and disgrace her name", the Ranger shrugs, coldly analising the situation, "And I never said you should lie to Arashen. Simply win him to your side. Make him see that the only manner to get Nelladel to return is sorting this issue. Have him -help- you. Have him whisper in Laeraelin's ear... whisper that which Thaladel will soon bring, Thaladel's angst and outrage."
"This is the only manner you can take part in this, Ceredir. Egg the Telpekhor against Bragollach... make the ground fertile for Mormegil's strike. And prepare your claim for when the Bragollach are on their knees."
"I will, sir." Eyes on the ground, Ceredir is quiet a moment.
"I have a half brother, though he, too, denies me."
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"Thingalad?", Gurtir asks Ceredir, his eyes approving the regain of control, "Give him time. He has but recently come to connect things."
"But enough of consipiracy and secrets. We are in Osgiliath, we have a task ahead of us. Keep whatever you must do or say to a minimum while we are here, least attention is diverged and the Enemy thus favoured." he points the garrison with his chin, "Come."
"Thingalad--yes. He told you?" Ceredir seems somewhat surprised by this, but he turns to walk toward the garrison again. "Yes sir. I will strive to keep my anger in check." He pauses, glum. "Nelladel helped me do that, but..."
A sigh of frustration and perhaps some bitterness escapes the Scout. He walks on.
[Gurtir(#30678)]
"He spoke to me in confidence.", Gurtir says, turning to glare at Ceredir while he speaks. Then he turns back, leading the way to the garrison even as the carts and supply trains are moved that way.
"Unleash this mood on the orcs. I can smell battle in the air already."
A snort is the Scout's reply. "Three more days, sir. I can release anger meantime on the supply wagon drivers for being too slow." He stomps off toward the fort.
Players: Gurtir,Ceredir
