Elendor
A Request
It's a cold and rainy February day when the Mordain agent asks Ranger Arthamon to deliver a message to her mother in "Dale."
Sort Date: no date set
Location: Bree Hill
Game Date: Feburary 25, 1445
IC Time: Early afternoon
Weather: Cold rain
Description: [Bree Function Object(#106)->Cordelia] ================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Thu Oct 09 17:38:09 2008
Bree time: Early Afternoon <14:54:27> on Highday of Winter - February 25,1445
Moon Phase: Last Quarter Moon
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Cordelia> [Bree Function Object(#106)->Cordelia]
Breelands Weather
The early afternoon winter air is cold and dry around you. A light drizzle trickles from the sky.
Still February, still bitter cold, and now on this day, shortly after the noon hour, a cold drizzle falls from the sky. It soaks cloaks, turns dirt paths into slippery mud, chills the air, so that the young woman now walking to the top of Bree Hill shivers, pulling her cloak tighter about her even as she walks. Cordelia stops as she reaches the top, sighing and looking out over the winter-barren lands.
[Arthamon(#24624)] A hooded figure walks briskly to ward off the cold that plagues him. He shivers violently, his eyes watering in the bitter air. His cloak is soaked through, his boots caked with mud both old and new.
"You should not be out in such bad weather," Wanderer says softly when his eyes find the back of Cordelia's head.
The young woman, of course, nearly jumps out of her skin at the voice that suddenly addresses her, whirling around, cloaking swirling about her as she turns to see who is behind her. "Oh..." relief floods Cordelia's face, which just a moment before had been filled with fear. "Didn't hear you coming up behind me...." and then she grins, slyly, "Rover." A giggle--"Harper and I decided that I was going to call you that, because it's only a nickname anyhow, and I like it better than Wanderer. As for my being out in this weather," she continues, still amused at her own joke, "I have no choice--I work at the healers' but live with my uncle in Combe. What are you doing out?"
[Arthamon(#24624)] Wanderer, or Rover now, laughs merrily at his new name. "My goodness, I didn't know I was worthy of any other nickname. All the same though, I suppose Rover does not sound as uncouth as Wanderer." Sticking his hands deep in his pockets, he shakes his head and looks out across the horizon. "I haven't seen a winter so cold in many years," he whispers, letting his eyes travel back to Cordelia slowly. "So you are a healer? Ah, now that it is a fulfilling job. I've some healing skills, but many of my kin are much more skilled in such matters. Languages and lore are my forte."
"I'm learning," Cordelia shrugs, grinning slightly. "Been working at the healers since I returned to Bree in August. So I can do some basic things, yes. You're not injured or ill, are you?" she asks, squinting with sudden concern to the man.
"Though...if we stand out here in the cold rain, we'll both catch our deaths. Come walk down toward the Pony at least.." She takes a step that way. "So...what kind of languages you know? I've always been interested in languages."
[Arthamon(#24624)] Of course the Ranger cannot reveal the true extent of his linguistic skills. He smiles and exhales deeply. "Before coming to Bree, I spent some time in Dunland, so I know their language. I have traveled far though, and know hints and phrases of many of the languages of men, but the language of Dunland is one of my specialties."
He pauses here shortly to sneeze, and then laughs. "Besides a small cold, no, I am not ill. Anyway, as for other languages, I know some snippets of the Beorning tongue, and could probably decipher some of the language of Rohan since in some ways it is similar to that of the Dunlendings."
"Beor..who?" Cordelia squints again, shaking her head at the sudden onslaught of names of peoples. "I know..uh...the language of Dale. My dad's folk were from around there, and that's what they spoke. Since..." and here she shrugs, "it's obvious that I'm not from around here. Though my mom is...was.." She corrects herself with a frown. "What's it like to travel?" she then presses. "Is it very dangerous?"
[Arthamon(#24624)] "I've been doing it all my life," the Ranger says, suddenly feeling very comfortable talking of his life with this woman, "I know the lands between Bree and the Misty Mountains, and from Mount Gundabad to the Gap of Rohan, very well. Of course I have been over the mountains. As for danger, well...danger exists all the time. There is danger even here in this fair country. I of course, have seen orcs, and things even darker than that." Rover looks inquisitively at Cordelia. "If you don't mind my asking, how did a woman of Bree come to wed a man of Dale?"
"Can't say I've heard of Mount Gundabad...or the Gap of Rohan..." Cordelia frowns again, this time in concentration for a moment. "But," she brightens, "Rohan and Dunland I've heard of--have you met Muirgheal? She's the wife of Rhif...erm...Seeker...." Brown eyes watch the ranger closely to gauge his reaction. "She's from Dunland -and- Rohan. I bet she'd appreciate having someone who could talk about her homeland...if you want, I'll introduce you?"
Cordelia pauses for a moment for the ranger's answer before she continues. "I was robbed here...well, nearly. A few weeks back. But the bandits ran off. I think Muirgheal scared them off--she came along at the same time, fortunately. As for my mother...." This causes her to pause again to draw breath and think.
"Well, my grandparents lived way out on the outskirts of Bree--they claimed it was safe. Only it wasn't, and when my mother was younger than I was, the farm was raided by ...well, I think it was those orcs you talk about, but she won't ever say for sure. They took her...out East. Sold her..you know..." The girl does flinch noticeably at that--a very honest reaction, if Arthamon is looking for such. "My father...well, he freed her from that."
[Arthamon(#24624)] Rover nods and smiles grimly. "Tben I am sure she is forever in debt to your father. He sounds like a noble man." If the man guesses more than he lets on he doesn't show it. A sharp gust of wind rocks him and he shivers. "I would not expect you to know of where I speak," he says presently, "The lands of Middle-earth are wide. However, I am curious. Have you ever been beyond Bree? I am sure you've been west to the Shire, but have you ever been east?"
Instead of answering right away, the girl laughs a little, bitterly. "Oh, he was noble enough to buy her out of slavery, yes, but my father's family is not so noble. Or nice." As the ranger shivers, she starts walking toward Bree itself again, expecting that he will follow. "Too cold to stand out here and talk without keeping moving," she shrugs. "I grew up near Dale," she answers plainly enough. "Know those lands at all? Most don't, so I just say near Dale."
[Arthamon(#24624)] "I don't know them very well," Arthamon admits, shrugging, "Of course I have been there before, but then I was with others who knew the way." Pulling his cloak tightly about him, the man does not make to follow. "I will stay up here for a while, but you are more than welcome, obviously, to leave."
Cordelia pauses, turning back to look the ranger up and down carefully. "You'll catch your death if you get too cold in the rain," she warns. "Given that you're shivering already." Still, she pauses, not making to go further down the hill. "Where in Dale were you? You...well, you don't have any plans to go back there soon, do you? As much as my father's family is ...not nice...I'd like to get a message to my mother that my sister and I are alive and well. She must be worried sick now--we came out here without her."
[Arthamon(#24624)] Rover grins and shakes his head. "I'm fine," he replies truthfully, putting his hood back up and smiling. He turns his back to the barren landscapes beyond and sets his gaze towards Bree. "I am content with merely watching the town from up here. As for going to Dale, well...I have actually not been intending to return there. I have a room at the Pony and was going to stay there. However...well..." here he trails off and seems to be deep in thought.
"Yes...?" Cordelia prompts, some edge of hope in her voice. "I've been advised that I shouldn't go back to my father's family--they're nothing but trouble," she says, brow creasing as her face darkens with those words. "They...no..." She clears her throat and looks to the ranger again. "But a message to my mother won't hurt, will it? I'd ask....well, there is one person that I would trust to guide me on this, but...that's not an option anymore."
[Arthamon(#24624)] "I suppose if I took someone that I could trust," The Ranger begins slowly, choosing each word with great care, "And if I took somone that could guide me, then I suppose it is possible I could send a message. However, I will never promise you anything." The man's eyes harden and he looks the woman up and down sternly, "I will consider it. If your father and his family are really that dangerous, then it is not worth my life to go after him with a message for him from a woman I still don't fully know or trust."
"I know the land of my birth," Cordelia replies, still frowning. "But I couldn't guide you from here to there. And...well, as you say, I don't know you. You don't know me. Why would you trust me on this, and equally so, why should I trust you?" she continues, not flinching under the man's stern look. "Plus, I agree--it is not worth your life just to get a message to my mother about her daughters. But you can't blame me for asking, no?" She shrugs, dark expression clearing as she smiles a little. "I do thank you for considering it, at the very least."
[Arthamon(#24624)] "I do not blame you for asking," Rover responds. He actually smiles now, but it is only a small one. "And there are still your past actions which I can forgive but not forget. I still remember what happened to Seeker, and I am still wary because of it." Creasing his brow, he seems to try to pierce Cordelia. "I will consider it, but for the present I must get back to the Pony."
Without a wave, the Ranger walks down the hill, constantly peering behind him with a suspicious look set upon his hardened face.
Behind the Ranger, Cordelia stands, watching and not following him just yet. She gives a little "hmm" noise as he mentions Seeker, then nods. "So he does know," she says to herself quietly after the man heads down the hill. Perhaps "Rover" hears her. After a few moments, she follows him down the hill, heading not toward the Pony, but toward the road and the healers.
Real time: Thu Oct 09 17:38:09 2008
Bree time: Early Afternoon <14:54:27> on Highday of Winter - February 25,1445
Moon Phase: Last Quarter Moon
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Cordelia> [Bree Function Object(#106)->Cordelia]
Breelands Weather
The early afternoon winter air is cold and dry around you. A light drizzle trickles from the sky.
Still February, still bitter cold, and now on this day, shortly after the noon hour, a cold drizzle falls from the sky. It soaks cloaks, turns dirt paths into slippery mud, chills the air, so that the young woman now walking to the top of Bree Hill shivers, pulling her cloak tighter about her even as she walks. Cordelia stops as she reaches the top, sighing and looking out over the winter-barren lands.
[Arthamon(#24624)] A hooded figure walks briskly to ward off the cold that plagues him. He shivers violently, his eyes watering in the bitter air. His cloak is soaked through, his boots caked with mud both old and new.
"You should not be out in such bad weather," Wanderer says softly when his eyes find the back of Cordelia's head.
The young woman, of course, nearly jumps out of her skin at the voice that suddenly addresses her, whirling around, cloaking swirling about her as she turns to see who is behind her. "Oh..." relief floods Cordelia's face, which just a moment before had been filled with fear. "Didn't hear you coming up behind me...." and then she grins, slyly, "Rover." A giggle--"Harper and I decided that I was going to call you that, because it's only a nickname anyhow, and I like it better than Wanderer. As for my being out in this weather," she continues, still amused at her own joke, "I have no choice--I work at the healers' but live with my uncle in Combe. What are you doing out?"
[Arthamon(#24624)] Wanderer, or Rover now, laughs merrily at his new name. "My goodness, I didn't know I was worthy of any other nickname. All the same though, I suppose Rover does not sound as uncouth as Wanderer." Sticking his hands deep in his pockets, he shakes his head and looks out across the horizon. "I haven't seen a winter so cold in many years," he whispers, letting his eyes travel back to Cordelia slowly. "So you are a healer? Ah, now that it is a fulfilling job. I've some healing skills, but many of my kin are much more skilled in such matters. Languages and lore are my forte."
"I'm learning," Cordelia shrugs, grinning slightly. "Been working at the healers since I returned to Bree in August. So I can do some basic things, yes. You're not injured or ill, are you?" she asks, squinting with sudden concern to the man.
"Though...if we stand out here in the cold rain, we'll both catch our deaths. Come walk down toward the Pony at least.." She takes a step that way. "So...what kind of languages you know? I've always been interested in languages."
[Arthamon(#24624)] Of course the Ranger cannot reveal the true extent of his linguistic skills. He smiles and exhales deeply. "Before coming to Bree, I spent some time in Dunland, so I know their language. I have traveled far though, and know hints and phrases of many of the languages of men, but the language of Dunland is one of my specialties."
He pauses here shortly to sneeze, and then laughs. "Besides a small cold, no, I am not ill. Anyway, as for other languages, I know some snippets of the Beorning tongue, and could probably decipher some of the language of Rohan since in some ways it is similar to that of the Dunlendings."
"Beor..who?" Cordelia squints again, shaking her head at the sudden onslaught of names of peoples. "I know..uh...the language of Dale. My dad's folk were from around there, and that's what they spoke. Since..." and here she shrugs, "it's obvious that I'm not from around here. Though my mom is...was.." She corrects herself with a frown. "What's it like to travel?" she then presses. "Is it very dangerous?"
[Arthamon(#24624)] "I've been doing it all my life," the Ranger says, suddenly feeling very comfortable talking of his life with this woman, "I know the lands between Bree and the Misty Mountains, and from Mount Gundabad to the Gap of Rohan, very well. Of course I have been over the mountains. As for danger, well...danger exists all the time. There is danger even here in this fair country. I of course, have seen orcs, and things even darker than that." Rover looks inquisitively at Cordelia. "If you don't mind my asking, how did a woman of Bree come to wed a man of Dale?"
"Can't say I've heard of Mount Gundabad...or the Gap of Rohan..." Cordelia frowns again, this time in concentration for a moment. "But," she brightens, "Rohan and Dunland I've heard of--have you met Muirgheal? She's the wife of Rhif...erm...Seeker...." Brown eyes watch the ranger closely to gauge his reaction. "She's from Dunland -and- Rohan. I bet she'd appreciate having someone who could talk about her homeland...if you want, I'll introduce you?"
Cordelia pauses for a moment for the ranger's answer before she continues. "I was robbed here...well, nearly. A few weeks back. But the bandits ran off. I think Muirgheal scared them off--she came along at the same time, fortunately. As for my mother...." This causes her to pause again to draw breath and think.
"Well, my grandparents lived way out on the outskirts of Bree--they claimed it was safe. Only it wasn't, and when my mother was younger than I was, the farm was raided by ...well, I think it was those orcs you talk about, but she won't ever say for sure. They took her...out East. Sold her..you know..." The girl does flinch noticeably at that--a very honest reaction, if Arthamon is looking for such. "My father...well, he freed her from that."
[Arthamon(#24624)] Rover nods and smiles grimly. "Tben I am sure she is forever in debt to your father. He sounds like a noble man." If the man guesses more than he lets on he doesn't show it. A sharp gust of wind rocks him and he shivers. "I would not expect you to know of where I speak," he says presently, "The lands of Middle-earth are wide. However, I am curious. Have you ever been beyond Bree? I am sure you've been west to the Shire, but have you ever been east?"
Instead of answering right away, the girl laughs a little, bitterly. "Oh, he was noble enough to buy her out of slavery, yes, but my father's family is not so noble. Or nice." As the ranger shivers, she starts walking toward Bree itself again, expecting that he will follow. "Too cold to stand out here and talk without keeping moving," she shrugs. "I grew up near Dale," she answers plainly enough. "Know those lands at all? Most don't, so I just say near Dale."
[Arthamon(#24624)] "I don't know them very well," Arthamon admits, shrugging, "Of course I have been there before, but then I was with others who knew the way." Pulling his cloak tightly about him, the man does not make to follow. "I will stay up here for a while, but you are more than welcome, obviously, to leave."
Cordelia pauses, turning back to look the ranger up and down carefully. "You'll catch your death if you get too cold in the rain," she warns. "Given that you're shivering already." Still, she pauses, not making to go further down the hill. "Where in Dale were you? You...well, you don't have any plans to go back there soon, do you? As much as my father's family is ...not nice...I'd like to get a message to my mother that my sister and I are alive and well. She must be worried sick now--we came out here without her."
[Arthamon(#24624)] Rover grins and shakes his head. "I'm fine," he replies truthfully, putting his hood back up and smiling. He turns his back to the barren landscapes beyond and sets his gaze towards Bree. "I am content with merely watching the town from up here. As for going to Dale, well...I have actually not been intending to return there. I have a room at the Pony and was going to stay there. However...well..." here he trails off and seems to be deep in thought.
"Yes...?" Cordelia prompts, some edge of hope in her voice. "I've been advised that I shouldn't go back to my father's family--they're nothing but trouble," she says, brow creasing as her face darkens with those words. "They...no..." She clears her throat and looks to the ranger again. "But a message to my mother won't hurt, will it? I'd ask....well, there is one person that I would trust to guide me on this, but...that's not an option anymore."
[Arthamon(#24624)] "I suppose if I took someone that I could trust," The Ranger begins slowly, choosing each word with great care, "And if I took somone that could guide me, then I suppose it is possible I could send a message. However, I will never promise you anything." The man's eyes harden and he looks the woman up and down sternly, "I will consider it. If your father and his family are really that dangerous, then it is not worth my life to go after him with a message for him from a woman I still don't fully know or trust."
"I know the land of my birth," Cordelia replies, still frowning. "But I couldn't guide you from here to there. And...well, as you say, I don't know you. You don't know me. Why would you trust me on this, and equally so, why should I trust you?" she continues, not flinching under the man's stern look. "Plus, I agree--it is not worth your life just to get a message to my mother about her daughters. But you can't blame me for asking, no?" She shrugs, dark expression clearing as she smiles a little. "I do thank you for considering it, at the very least."
[Arthamon(#24624)] "I do not blame you for asking," Rover responds. He actually smiles now, but it is only a small one. "And there are still your past actions which I can forgive but not forget. I still remember what happened to Seeker, and I am still wary because of it." Creasing his brow, he seems to try to pierce Cordelia. "I will consider it, but for the present I must get back to the Pony."
Without a wave, the Ranger walks down the hill, constantly peering behind him with a suspicious look set upon his hardened face.
Behind the Ranger, Cordelia stands, watching and not following him just yet. She gives a little "hmm" noise as he mentions Seeker, then nods. "So he does know," she says to herself quietly after the man heads down the hill. Perhaps "Rover" hears her. After a few moments, she follows him down the hill, heading not toward the Pony, but toward the road and the healers.
Players: Arthamon,Cordelia
