Elendor
A Bribe Answered
Tet'Nak receives a bribe and begins a revolution.
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Location: Kierkgard Dun
Game Date: 5-9-3045
IC Time: Afternoon
Weather: Windy
Description:
Kierkgard Dun <>(#12034Rhnto)
A wide dirt path winds its way through a small village. Small buildings line the road, close together, as if each is holding up the others. Towering over the village to the north is a high mesa, its steep cliffs seemingly insurmountable. A narrow ravine breaks the almost sheer stone wall, no more than a shadow in the rock.
Contents:
Carac
Obvious exits:
SouthWest leads to Off Old South Road - Dunland <>.
Ravine Path leads to Kierkgard Dun <>.
The camp is waking this morning after the excitement of the last few days. Even the threats of the Guardian patrol does have not seemed to made any impact. The food, however, is running low. The mob needs to make their move and make it soon.
Seated outside is Tet'Nak. He has eaten even more sparsely than others, perhaps it is on purpose, or perhaps he just eats less. The old man yawns though, stretching out his legs and back. He sighs, rubbing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. Age has been kind to him, but not that kind.
The smoke clears as good triumphs and the database saves.
Hides and random scraps of cloth draped over the remains of an old rotted tree are what make up the shelter that Carac has called home these past days. He steps out and squints slightly as his eyes adjust to the sunlight and scrubs a hand across his face.
The mob seems to have grown even larger in the night as news of the victory over the Guardian Patrol filters out. He glances over them briefly as he searches for Tet'Nak amongst the strange and unfamiliar faces.
Spotting the man he moves towards him quickly, stepping around those seated along the roadside and even in the road itself. "I think we must move soon," he says as he drops down beside the older man. "The longer we wait the better prepared they'll be."
Tet'Nak's eyes peer up at Carac, "And the more they are likely to lose their fire," he says, looking back over the growing mass. "You have enough numbers now," he says, "Numbers will not prevail you if they are routed by fear and flee. You will just find yourself trampled." The old man has fought many battles, and has seen Dunlendings routed in such fashion before. "The Guardian patrol has made them firey again, but I we will not have many more opportunities."
Carac nods slowly and frowns. "We should have struck last night when the bloodlust was still upon them, but these are not soldiers, and they balk at being given orders." He glances towards the ravine path and distant Kierkgard.
"I heard that there have been a few more patrols, but they turn back as soon as they see our fires. We've lost the element of suprise I fear, but those in control of Kierkgard are afraid."
"I do not think we had the numbers before," Tet'Nak says, "We must consider that two of them shall be killed to every one of the Guardians." The old man shrugs, "Perhaps those inside Kierkgard will join the revolt? Once they lose their fear with the sight of Guardian blood. In that we must hope. Our chances, at this point, are only at half." He smiles, "Perhaps we shall win, perhaps not."
Again Carac nods in agreement. "I think many will come to our side once the fighting begins, the people within the walls can not be faring much better than those outside. I doubt those in control distribute their hoardings to any but themselves."
He scratches lightly at his chin and then gives a soft laugh and a shrug. "Win or lose at least we have attempted to make things right and if we do fall, at least it will be in battle. Not old and toothless in our beds."
"Well, at least I won't be toothless," Tet'Nak says, exposing his well maintained teeth. He grins slightly, "I do not plan on dying, either," he says, "Nor should you. There is always time to fight another day. Remember that. Never put yourself in a position where you have no alternative to be killed. Such is the way of idiots or romantic heroes." He yawns again, "Heroes end up dead."
Carac chuckles softly. "I am no hero," he replies. "I can tell you that." His mouth opens as if to say more when a young boy arrives at their side.
"I was told that you are the one called Tet'Nak," the boy says uneasily as he looks at the older man. "I come from Caerdh with a message from the Bear Cheiftain Kedhern," he continues and then casts an uneasy glance towards Carac."
Tet'Nak looks at the boy, then Carac, then the boy again. "Oh, really?" he asks, extending his hand. "I know not this Kedhern." He pauses, "It looks like I am quite popular," he says, "Such so that a great man like Kedhern would wish to converse with me with the written word!" He laughs, "It is a good thing I can read." He takes the message from the young boy and opens it up, reading it silently as he does so.
**Call off this assault upon Kierkgard and the Guardians. Join with me and the Bear Clan and I will give lands and title in Caerdh County. Together we can return the Bear clan to the position of power and authority it had when MacMathain reigned as Ard-Righ**
These are words that are decipherable upon the parchment, written in a clumsy and shaky hand. Beneath them is a blob of some sort, that is presumably the signature of this Kedhern of Bear.
Carac is silent for a time, but then raises a brow. "Well?" he asks. "What does the Cheiftain of Bear wish?"
Tet'Nak chuckles as he reads, "I shall tell you." He stands up, "Gather the 'people'," he says, "I wish to share this to all them." He walks toward the mass of people, "This message was of course for you, Carac," he says, not really going on to explain why he says that.
Tet'Nak nods
Carac looks confused for a moment, and the messenger looks as though he will flee at any moment. Pushing past the boy Carac moves towards a large stone along the roadside and steps onto it.
"Come gather round," he cals out loudly to the assembled rebels. "We have recieved a message from the Bear Chieftain."
Tet'Nak waves his hands over his head. "Can any of you read?" he asks simply. "I have something I wish you to tell these Dunlendings before you!"
Tet'Nak grabs a crate and climbs up on top of it. "Come, step forward!"
An older man near the same age as Tet'Nak steps from the crowd. "I served with the old Priesthood before the Guardians tore down the Temple and cast us out of the city," he says. "I was taught to read by the old Ceoltoiri. What message have you there?"
Carac watches in silence, a slightly puzzled look on his face.
Tet'Nak waves the man up, "Good, good," he says, "This is a message from the Chieftain of the Bear. I shall let you all here what it says." He looks over at Carac, "Addressed to Carac and myself." His eyes go to the young boy, a dare for him to challenge anything he says ...
When the man gets close, Tet'Nak hands over the letter, "Go ahead, read it aloud so everyone can hear."
The former priest takes the message and looks it over for a moment, his eyes widening slightly and then clearing his throat he reads.
'Call off this assault upon Kierkgard and the Guardians. Join with me and the Bear Clan and I will give lands and title in Caerdh County. Together we can return the Bear clan to the position of power and authority it had when MacMathain reigned as Ard-Righ.'
Carac's eyes grow angry as he hears the contents of the letter and there are numerous whispers throughout the crowd. Thinking it best to be elsewhere the messenger attempts to flee.
Announcement: Boldibad has changed the poll to: Shire: Pub Crawl City
Tet'Nak ignores the messanger. "The Bear Clan attempts to buy us off with land a title," he says, nodding to himself." He pats the old man on the shoulder, taking back the letter, "Thank you," he says simply, and takes his place upon the crate. "Do we accept this?!?" He grips the letter tight and pushes it into the air, "What do you say? I say we show these fools what are answer is! I say we march upon Kiekgard Dun now! We will show them! We will show them men of Dunland cannot be bought and sold like the wool we harvest from the sheep!"
Carac is alongside Tet'Nak is heartbeat and adds his voice to the older man's. "Gather your weapons!" he cries out as he pulls free his mace and thrusts it skyward. "We shall feast upon the Guardian's hoardings before nightfall!"
There are numerous cries of agreement from the assembled mob as they rush to grab spears, hammers, axes, and clubs, before turning towards the ravine path and beginning the climb to the gates of Kierkgard.
Caught in the mob the messenger is not able to flee as he wished and soon finds himself face to face with Carac. "Tell your Cheiftain what you have seen," he tells the boy. "And that Caerdh will be next."
Tet'Nak hands over the note to Carac, "If these fool chieftains give us this much cause ..." He chuckles, "We shall be able to take over the whole of Middle-Earth." Tet'Nak leaves Carac without another word, beginning to gather his things in preperation of the march and battle to come.
Kierkgard Dun <>(#12034Rhnto)
A wide dirt path winds its way through a small village. Small buildings line the road, close together, as if each is holding up the others. Towering over the village to the north is a high mesa, its steep cliffs seemingly insurmountable. A narrow ravine breaks the almost sheer stone wall, no more than a shadow in the rock.
Contents:
Carac
Obvious exits:
SouthWest leads to Off Old South Road - Dunland <>.
Ravine Path leads to Kierkgard Dun <>.
The camp is waking this morning after the excitement of the last few days. Even the threats of the Guardian patrol does have not seemed to made any impact. The food, however, is running low. The mob needs to make their move and make it soon.
Seated outside is Tet'Nak. He has eaten even more sparsely than others, perhaps it is on purpose, or perhaps he just eats less. The old man yawns though, stretching out his legs and back. He sighs, rubbing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. Age has been kind to him, but not that kind.
The smoke clears as good triumphs and the database saves.
Hides and random scraps of cloth draped over the remains of an old rotted tree are what make up the shelter that Carac has called home these past days. He steps out and squints slightly as his eyes adjust to the sunlight and scrubs a hand across his face.
The mob seems to have grown even larger in the night as news of the victory over the Guardian Patrol filters out. He glances over them briefly as he searches for Tet'Nak amongst the strange and unfamiliar faces.
Spotting the man he moves towards him quickly, stepping around those seated along the roadside and even in the road itself. "I think we must move soon," he says as he drops down beside the older man. "The longer we wait the better prepared they'll be."
Tet'Nak's eyes peer up at Carac, "And the more they are likely to lose their fire," he says, looking back over the growing mass. "You have enough numbers now," he says, "Numbers will not prevail you if they are routed by fear and flee. You will just find yourself trampled." The old man has fought many battles, and has seen Dunlendings routed in such fashion before. "The Guardian patrol has made them firey again, but I we will not have many more opportunities."
Carac nods slowly and frowns. "We should have struck last night when the bloodlust was still upon them, but these are not soldiers, and they balk at being given orders." He glances towards the ravine path and distant Kierkgard.
"I heard that there have been a few more patrols, but they turn back as soon as they see our fires. We've lost the element of suprise I fear, but those in control of Kierkgard are afraid."
"I do not think we had the numbers before," Tet'Nak says, "We must consider that two of them shall be killed to every one of the Guardians." The old man shrugs, "Perhaps those inside Kierkgard will join the revolt? Once they lose their fear with the sight of Guardian blood. In that we must hope. Our chances, at this point, are only at half." He smiles, "Perhaps we shall win, perhaps not."
Again Carac nods in agreement. "I think many will come to our side once the fighting begins, the people within the walls can not be faring much better than those outside. I doubt those in control distribute their hoardings to any but themselves."
He scratches lightly at his chin and then gives a soft laugh and a shrug. "Win or lose at least we have attempted to make things right and if we do fall, at least it will be in battle. Not old and toothless in our beds."
"Well, at least I won't be toothless," Tet'Nak says, exposing his well maintained teeth. He grins slightly, "I do not plan on dying, either," he says, "Nor should you. There is always time to fight another day. Remember that. Never put yourself in a position where you have no alternative to be killed. Such is the way of idiots or romantic heroes." He yawns again, "Heroes end up dead."
Carac chuckles softly. "I am no hero," he replies. "I can tell you that." His mouth opens as if to say more when a young boy arrives at their side.
"I was told that you are the one called Tet'Nak," the boy says uneasily as he looks at the older man. "I come from Caerdh with a message from the Bear Cheiftain Kedhern," he continues and then casts an uneasy glance towards Carac."
Tet'Nak looks at the boy, then Carac, then the boy again. "Oh, really?" he asks, extending his hand. "I know not this Kedhern." He pauses, "It looks like I am quite popular," he says, "Such so that a great man like Kedhern would wish to converse with me with the written word!" He laughs, "It is a good thing I can read." He takes the message from the young boy and opens it up, reading it silently as he does so.
**Call off this assault upon Kierkgard and the Guardians. Join with me and the Bear Clan and I will give lands and title in Caerdh County. Together we can return the Bear clan to the position of power and authority it had when MacMathain reigned as Ard-Righ**
These are words that are decipherable upon the parchment, written in a clumsy and shaky hand. Beneath them is a blob of some sort, that is presumably the signature of this Kedhern of Bear.
Carac is silent for a time, but then raises a brow. "Well?" he asks. "What does the Cheiftain of Bear wish?"
Tet'Nak chuckles as he reads, "I shall tell you." He stands up, "Gather the 'people'," he says, "I wish to share this to all them." He walks toward the mass of people, "This message was of course for you, Carac," he says, not really going on to explain why he says that.
Tet'Nak nods
Carac looks confused for a moment, and the messenger looks as though he will flee at any moment. Pushing past the boy Carac moves towards a large stone along the roadside and steps onto it.
"Come gather round," he cals out loudly to the assembled rebels. "We have recieved a message from the Bear Chieftain."
Tet'Nak waves his hands over his head. "Can any of you read?" he asks simply. "I have something I wish you to tell these Dunlendings before you!"
Tet'Nak grabs a crate and climbs up on top of it. "Come, step forward!"
An older man near the same age as Tet'Nak steps from the crowd. "I served with the old Priesthood before the Guardians tore down the Temple and cast us out of the city," he says. "I was taught to read by the old Ceoltoiri. What message have you there?"
Carac watches in silence, a slightly puzzled look on his face.
Tet'Nak waves the man up, "Good, good," he says, "This is a message from the Chieftain of the Bear. I shall let you all here what it says." He looks over at Carac, "Addressed to Carac and myself." His eyes go to the young boy, a dare for him to challenge anything he says ...
When the man gets close, Tet'Nak hands over the letter, "Go ahead, read it aloud so everyone can hear."
The former priest takes the message and looks it over for a moment, his eyes widening slightly and then clearing his throat he reads.
'Call off this assault upon Kierkgard and the Guardians. Join with me and the Bear Clan and I will give lands and title in Caerdh County. Together we can return the Bear clan to the position of power and authority it had when MacMathain reigned as Ard-Righ.'
Carac's eyes grow angry as he hears the contents of the letter and there are numerous whispers throughout the crowd. Thinking it best to be elsewhere the messenger attempts to flee.
Announcement: Boldibad has changed the poll to: Shire: Pub Crawl City
Tet'Nak ignores the messanger. "The Bear Clan attempts to buy us off with land a title," he says, nodding to himself." He pats the old man on the shoulder, taking back the letter, "Thank you," he says simply, and takes his place upon the crate. "Do we accept this?!?" He grips the letter tight and pushes it into the air, "What do you say? I say we show these fools what are answer is! I say we march upon Kiekgard Dun now! We will show them! We will show them men of Dunland cannot be bought and sold like the wool we harvest from the sheep!"
Carac is alongside Tet'Nak is heartbeat and adds his voice to the older man's. "Gather your weapons!" he cries out as he pulls free his mace and thrusts it skyward. "We shall feast upon the Guardian's hoardings before nightfall!"
There are numerous cries of agreement from the assembled mob as they rush to grab spears, hammers, axes, and clubs, before turning towards the ravine path and beginning the climb to the gates of Kierkgard.
Caught in the mob the messenger is not able to flee as he wished and soon finds himself face to face with Carac. "Tell your Cheiftain what you have seen," he tells the boy. "And that Caerdh will be next."
Tet'Nak hands over the note to Carac, "If these fool chieftains give us this much cause ..." He chuckles, "We shall be able to take over the whole of Middle-Earth." Tet'Nak leaves Carac without another word, beginning to gather his things in preperation of the march and battle to come.
Players: Tet'Nak, Carac
Located in: Dunlending
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