Elendor
Stranger ranger
The fellow Aphria was innocently chatting to is revealed as one of those odd Ranger types
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Location: Broad Way, Bree
Game Date: March 3049
IC Time: Evening
Description: Broad Way - North Bree(#12018Rto)
Northwest of the Prancing Pony, a crossroads is nestled at the base of Bree Hill, with one road leading up the hill, and the other continuing north. All is quiet and dark in this part of Bree. A bit of light escapes from a large, low house against the hill, but otherwise the only light is from the stars and the only sound the occasional snatch of song from the Pony to the south.
The sky is near black and studded with hundreds of stars. The nighttime spring air is cool but pleasant around you.
Obvious exits:
Gate leads to Large Clearing.
Healing House leads to Bree's Healing House - Front Yard.
Smial Rise leads to Smial Rise - At the Smials.
Broad Way leads to North Gate.
SouthEast leads to At the Sign of the Prancing Pony.
================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Wed Oct 21 14:54:32 2009
Bree time: Nighttime <00:43:36> on Mersday of Spring - March 29,1448
Moon Phase: Waning Crescent Moon
Breelands Weather
The nighttime spring air is cool but pleasant around you. The night sky is clear with only slight wisps of clouds overhead.
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Scene: Early evening. It's nice out.
[Lominhur(#19466)]
A moment passes by in concerned silence, until the Hare nods and sighs. "I do hope the poor fellow recovers swiftly. And I hope too that the party tarris a while. I should like to talk to them, and share tales. I am known as the Hare, by the way, in case you do not know of me."
[Aphria(#17221)]
"I'm Aphria Methven. Of the Archet Methvens." Aphria introduces herself in turn, her momentary glum mood already replaced by how bubbly she seems by nature. "Nice ta meet you! And.. sorry, I don't remember you until now. You from near here?"
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"As it happens," he laughs, "I was born in Archet! And so it is an especial pleasure to make your acquaintance. Well met, Aphria. Are your chores going to take you back to the Pony this evening?"
Trotting down the hill with the energy of one recently well-fed is a hobbit. And not just any hobbit ... Aphria at least might recognize young Brandebras Bywater, aspiring messenger and general errand-runner. Tonight he has a small wicker basket over one arm, from which a small trowel and a few feathery leaves protrude.
He skids to a halt a moment at the place where the lane joins Broad Way, staring with interest at the little gathering. Then he calls out with a wave, "Evening, Miss Methven."
[Aphria(#17221)]
Aphria's mouth goes wide open and then her hand quickly covers it. "Really!?" She exclaims, squinting to look at him more closely, and then there's suddenly Brandebras walking by and greeting them, and she looks over to wave to. "Hey!" She says brightly, then looks back to the one she's speaking with. "What family? Did you know my mom and dad?"
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"I know of the name Methven, certainly," answers the Ranger with a fresh smile. "Though it was many years since I dwelt in Archet -- I would not like to presume I know aught of your family." His grey eyes turn then to take in the arrival of Brandebrass, and he bows his head gently in greeting, not wishing to interrupt it seems should the hobbit have more to say.
Brandebras listens with ears pricked to the conversation between the two Big Folk. He doesn't bother worrying about whether he's supposed to know 'the Hare' or not - one tall cloaked man looks much like another, after all - but simply buts in eagerly, "If you're both from Archet, you could be related! I could help you draw up a family tree ... You're one of those Rangers, aren't you?" he asks the tall man almost accusingly. Then, "Were you telling a story?" His round brown eyes shift from the fellow to settle on Aphria with a moment's envy.
[Aphria(#17221)]
Aphria almost looks like she is a bit crestfallen at the man's answer, but the Brandebras walks up and makes such a helpful offer and she bobs her head rapidly. "We might be!" And then... Ranger is said. "Ranger too?" Her eyes somehow get more wide as she looks for a few moments, and then seems to realize she is staring.
[Lominhur(#19466)]
A flourish of the wrist is given in answer, ere Lominhur bows his head anew. "Aye, I am a Ranger, though that title means different things to different people. Well met, Master Hobbit," he says then to Brandebras. "I shall try not to do anything queer while I am in town."
[Aphria(#17221)]
Aphria's mouth falls open again, almost more widely than last time, and she takes a bit longer to remember to cover it with her hand too. And then? She's shockingly dumbstruck for a time.
"I knew it," says Brandebras with satisfaction, his gaze slipping back from the staring Aphria to the object of her attention. "Noone else is quite that tall and dirty - uh, I mean ..." The words trail off, and his round cheeks take on a rosy flush.
At the Hare's final promise, the young hobbit looks quite disappointed. "Oh," he utters, crestfallen. "You mean you won't make anything disappear, or stir up trouble, or ... anything? Not even tell stories about the Wild?"
[Lominhur(#19466)]
A laugh then, and the Hare replies: "If that is your wish, then I dare say I am not alone in catering to it. I gather there are strange folk in town other than myself, hailing from some distant land. Have you chanced to speak with any of them? They might well have just what you're looking for."
[Aphria(#17221)]
"Do you really know how to disappear or make things disappear without stealing them or anything??" Aphria asks, almost incredulously. "Because we don't know who the thief is and it might be good if the Thief stopped coming around and stealing precious things." She says.
Brandebras' woebegone look fades when the Hare speaks. "Oh, I don't think people /want/ trouble," he answers carefully, glancing round to see how many respectable citizens are listening. "It's just-" At Aphria's suggestion, it is his turn to stare open-mouthed - not at the notorious Ranger, but at the young woman before him. He retains this pose for a little while, then blinks and starts fidgeting from foot to foot. Clearly the effort of stillness is too much.
[Lominhur(#19466)]
Something which is hardly missed by the Ranger, who regards Brandebras with a curious eye. "Are you quite alright, Master Hobbit? Or is there a tale to be told regarding this Thief?"
[Aphria(#17221)]
Aphria looks between Aphria and Brandebras then, her gaze expectant as she tugs at her apron and tries to smooth out her dress a bit. Something to fill the time while she observes this interaction.
Brandebras looks rather embarrassed at the Ranger's first question. 'I'm fine,' he asserts, boldly. 'It's just ...' He sidles up to Aphria and murmurs something in her ear. "Some people say that /Rangers/ steal things." His brow is creased. He doesn't even - yet - take the opportunity of telling a story!
[Lominhur(#19466)]
The Ranger weathers the exclusion with not a hint of surprise -- perhaps Rangers are well to distrust among the Breefolk -- though he does chuckle. "Then if you will not speak of the matter, can you tell me aught of these wanderers who currently lodge at the Prancing Pony. Aphria tells me one is rather gifted in song."
[Aphria(#17221)]
"It's not even valuable stuff going missing!" Aphria chimes, adding to it. "Just things people like. Valuable to them but maybe not for money." She's at least explaining a bit it seems. "Even managed to frame poor Brandebras here once!"
Brandebras' curly head lifts up at the mention of the strangers - a second one. "I haven't met them yet," he says sadly. "Maybe-"
Aphria's words distract him and he nods earnestly. "I woke up one morning and found a kettle on my dining-room table! And my favorite pen and ink-bottle was gone. I spent time behind bars, you know." He doesn't look in the least ashamed of that confession - rather proud, even.
[Lominhur(#19466)]
And Lominhur appears suitably impressed by the Hobbit's ordeal, nodding gravely. "Then you are a fellow who has seen much by way of trials and tribulations. Though this is a riddle and no mistake! A thief that will steal yet leave something in exchange? That sounds like no thief I have ever heard of..."
[Aphria(#17221)]
Aphria blinks a bit. "I'd never heard the thief exchanged things!" She seems rather surprised by this. "You'd just told me it had to be a human who was sort of light last time we spoke about it." She says to the hobbit. "That's really weird!"
Brandebras, not to be left out, blinks too. "I - I hadn't thought of it that way before," he says slowly, his gaze wandering from Lominhur to Aphria and back. "I suppose you're right. But why would anyone do it?"
It is a question that, for one young hobbit, must remain unanswered for now. Another of his kind, this one a stout, matronly type, bustles past and tsks at the sight of Brandebras and his basket. "Dear me, haven't you delivered those parsnips by now? I thought I said="
"I'm on my way, Mrs Feathertoes," Brandebras blurts out, turning beet-red, and in the blink of an eye he is dashing away.
[Lominhur(#19466)]
As the hobbit does so, Lominhur returns his gaze to Aphria, nodding with a smile. "I should myself be going. I must return this blanket to the healers, or else they shall miss it. Have a pleasant evening, Aphria, and mayhap you shall see me soon in the Pony."
[Aphria(#17221)]
"It was nice meeting you!" Aphria chimes happily to The Hare. Then she takes a deep breath and begins to walk off herself, to do whatever it was she was doing before she nearly ran into the Ranger.
Northwest of the Prancing Pony, a crossroads is nestled at the base of Bree Hill, with one road leading up the hill, and the other continuing north. All is quiet and dark in this part of Bree. A bit of light escapes from a large, low house against the hill, but otherwise the only light is from the stars and the only sound the occasional snatch of song from the Pony to the south.
The sky is near black and studded with hundreds of stars. The nighttime spring air is cool but pleasant around you.
Obvious exits:
Gate leads to Large Clearing.
Healing House leads to Bree's Healing House - Front Yard.
Smial Rise leads to Smial Rise - At the Smials.
Broad Way leads to North Gate.
SouthEast leads to At the Sign of the Prancing Pony.
================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Wed Oct 21 14:54:32 2009
Bree time: Nighttime <00:43:36> on Mersday of Spring - March 29,1448
Moon Phase: Waning Crescent Moon
Breelands Weather
The nighttime spring air is cool but pleasant around you. The night sky is clear with only slight wisps of clouds overhead.
===============================================================================
Scene: Early evening. It's nice out.
[Lominhur(#19466)]
A moment passes by in concerned silence, until the Hare nods and sighs. "I do hope the poor fellow recovers swiftly. And I hope too that the party tarris a while. I should like to talk to them, and share tales. I am known as the Hare, by the way, in case you do not know of me."
[Aphria(#17221)]
"I'm Aphria Methven. Of the Archet Methvens." Aphria introduces herself in turn, her momentary glum mood already replaced by how bubbly she seems by nature. "Nice ta meet you! And.. sorry, I don't remember you until now. You from near here?"
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"As it happens," he laughs, "I was born in Archet! And so it is an especial pleasure to make your acquaintance. Well met, Aphria. Are your chores going to take you back to the Pony this evening?"
Trotting down the hill with the energy of one recently well-fed is a hobbit. And not just any hobbit ... Aphria at least might recognize young Brandebras Bywater, aspiring messenger and general errand-runner. Tonight he has a small wicker basket over one arm, from which a small trowel and a few feathery leaves protrude.
He skids to a halt a moment at the place where the lane joins Broad Way, staring with interest at the little gathering. Then he calls out with a wave, "Evening, Miss Methven."
[Aphria(#17221)]
Aphria's mouth goes wide open and then her hand quickly covers it. "Really!?" She exclaims, squinting to look at him more closely, and then there's suddenly Brandebras walking by and greeting them, and she looks over to wave to. "Hey!" She says brightly, then looks back to the one she's speaking with. "What family? Did you know my mom and dad?"
[Lominhur(#19466)]
"I know of the name Methven, certainly," answers the Ranger with a fresh smile. "Though it was many years since I dwelt in Archet -- I would not like to presume I know aught of your family." His grey eyes turn then to take in the arrival of Brandebrass, and he bows his head gently in greeting, not wishing to interrupt it seems should the hobbit have more to say.
Brandebras listens with ears pricked to the conversation between the two Big Folk. He doesn't bother worrying about whether he's supposed to know 'the Hare' or not - one tall cloaked man looks much like another, after all - but simply buts in eagerly, "If you're both from Archet, you could be related! I could help you draw up a family tree ... You're one of those Rangers, aren't you?" he asks the tall man almost accusingly. Then, "Were you telling a story?" His round brown eyes shift from the fellow to settle on Aphria with a moment's envy.
[Aphria(#17221)]
Aphria almost looks like she is a bit crestfallen at the man's answer, but the Brandebras walks up and makes such a helpful offer and she bobs her head rapidly. "We might be!" And then... Ranger is said. "Ranger too?" Her eyes somehow get more wide as she looks for a few moments, and then seems to realize she is staring.
[Lominhur(#19466)]
A flourish of the wrist is given in answer, ere Lominhur bows his head anew. "Aye, I am a Ranger, though that title means different things to different people. Well met, Master Hobbit," he says then to Brandebras. "I shall try not to do anything queer while I am in town."
[Aphria(#17221)]
Aphria's mouth falls open again, almost more widely than last time, and she takes a bit longer to remember to cover it with her hand too. And then? She's shockingly dumbstruck for a time.
"I knew it," says Brandebras with satisfaction, his gaze slipping back from the staring Aphria to the object of her attention. "Noone else is quite that tall and dirty - uh, I mean ..." The words trail off, and his round cheeks take on a rosy flush.
At the Hare's final promise, the young hobbit looks quite disappointed. "Oh," he utters, crestfallen. "You mean you won't make anything disappear, or stir up trouble, or ... anything? Not even tell stories about the Wild?"
[Lominhur(#19466)]
A laugh then, and the Hare replies: "If that is your wish, then I dare say I am not alone in catering to it. I gather there are strange folk in town other than myself, hailing from some distant land. Have you chanced to speak with any of them? They might well have just what you're looking for."
[Aphria(#17221)]
"Do you really know how to disappear or make things disappear without stealing them or anything??" Aphria asks, almost incredulously. "Because we don't know who the thief is and it might be good if the Thief stopped coming around and stealing precious things." She says.
Brandebras' woebegone look fades when the Hare speaks. "Oh, I don't think people /want/ trouble," he answers carefully, glancing round to see how many respectable citizens are listening. "It's just-" At Aphria's suggestion, it is his turn to stare open-mouthed - not at the notorious Ranger, but at the young woman before him. He retains this pose for a little while, then blinks and starts fidgeting from foot to foot. Clearly the effort of stillness is too much.
[Lominhur(#19466)]
Something which is hardly missed by the Ranger, who regards Brandebras with a curious eye. "Are you quite alright, Master Hobbit? Or is there a tale to be told regarding this Thief?"
[Aphria(#17221)]
Aphria looks between Aphria and Brandebras then, her gaze expectant as she tugs at her apron and tries to smooth out her dress a bit. Something to fill the time while she observes this interaction.
Brandebras looks rather embarrassed at the Ranger's first question. 'I'm fine,' he asserts, boldly. 'It's just ...' He sidles up to Aphria and murmurs something in her ear. "Some people say that /Rangers/ steal things." His brow is creased. He doesn't even - yet - take the opportunity of telling a story!
[Lominhur(#19466)]
The Ranger weathers the exclusion with not a hint of surprise -- perhaps Rangers are well to distrust among the Breefolk -- though he does chuckle. "Then if you will not speak of the matter, can you tell me aught of these wanderers who currently lodge at the Prancing Pony. Aphria tells me one is rather gifted in song."
[Aphria(#17221)]
"It's not even valuable stuff going missing!" Aphria chimes, adding to it. "Just things people like. Valuable to them but maybe not for money." She's at least explaining a bit it seems. "Even managed to frame poor Brandebras here once!"
Brandebras' curly head lifts up at the mention of the strangers - a second one. "I haven't met them yet," he says sadly. "Maybe-"
Aphria's words distract him and he nods earnestly. "I woke up one morning and found a kettle on my dining-room table! And my favorite pen and ink-bottle was gone. I spent time behind bars, you know." He doesn't look in the least ashamed of that confession - rather proud, even.
[Lominhur(#19466)]
And Lominhur appears suitably impressed by the Hobbit's ordeal, nodding gravely. "Then you are a fellow who has seen much by way of trials and tribulations. Though this is a riddle and no mistake! A thief that will steal yet leave something in exchange? That sounds like no thief I have ever heard of..."
[Aphria(#17221)]
Aphria blinks a bit. "I'd never heard the thief exchanged things!" She seems rather surprised by this. "You'd just told me it had to be a human who was sort of light last time we spoke about it." She says to the hobbit. "That's really weird!"
Brandebras, not to be left out, blinks too. "I - I hadn't thought of it that way before," he says slowly, his gaze wandering from Lominhur to Aphria and back. "I suppose you're right. But why would anyone do it?"
It is a question that, for one young hobbit, must remain unanswered for now. Another of his kind, this one a stout, matronly type, bustles past and tsks at the sight of Brandebras and his basket. "Dear me, haven't you delivered those parsnips by now? I thought I said="
"I'm on my way, Mrs Feathertoes," Brandebras blurts out, turning beet-red, and in the blink of an eye he is dashing away.
[Lominhur(#19466)]
As the hobbit does so, Lominhur returns his gaze to Aphria, nodding with a smile. "I should myself be going. I must return this blanket to the healers, or else they shall miss it. Have a pleasant evening, Aphria, and mayhap you shall see me soon in the Pony."
[Aphria(#17221)]
"It was nice meeting you!" Aphria chimes happily to The Hare. Then she takes a deep breath and begins to walk off herself, to do whatever it was she was doing before she nearly ran into the Ranger.
Players: Lominhur, Aphria, Brandebras, Hare
