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  1. #26
    Aside from our regular Saturday schedule, I could be available on Thursdays or Sundays.

    Note that Club Eclair meets on Thursday nights around 8ish as their alternate day, and we have a few Eclairians in this group.

  2. #27
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    The man took up his mace and a shield that he found lying nearby, and made ready for the onslaught. The skies were dark and the light of the torches served only to cast the attackers into deeper shadow. Renfred looked at Trebble and shuddered-- this would not be easy. Where had all the others disappeared to? How were just the two of them, a village blacksmith and an inexperienced hobbit bounder, supposed to hold this section of the wall? As he wiped the sweat from his brow, a chaotic sound of horn rang out, and then the clash of steel-- the orcs were upon them with sword and spear! Renfred fought them as best he could, but he knew that he was no match for these creatures, thrice the size of the goblins in The Shire. He felt himself wounded in many places, falling to the ground, gasping out his last breath as he saw the orcs attack Trebble...

    The gasp woke him from the nightmare and he sat up in his bed in the home of Bob Birchcutter. It was the late watches, almost dawn in the village of Combe, and there was no battle, no orcs, no wall to defend. But Renfred's spirits fell as he felt again the sense of failure that had dogged him since the spring. Quietly rising, he slipped out of the house and made his way through the village to Bree-town. Already the farmers were bringing their wares into the market square, and the air was starting to smell of delicious things baking-- he bought a few buns headed out the West Gate.

    At last he came to a place north of Bree, a hollow in the hills. Amid the headstones he found the one that read "Greysmith", with three names listed there: Emily, Jack, and Julie.

    "Em my dear, it's me, Ren," he said. "I've been away, you know, doing errands in The Shire for the hobbit-folk. And it seems like my wish to join you is not going to be granted just yet, for I've fallen in with a group of capable adventurers." He sighed, then smiled a bit as he thought of mysterious Master Jarngrimur, and merry Zapi, and Jay the friend of animals, mischievous Hamamac, and gentle Bounder Trebble. "I don't know why the plague spared me, why Mistress Jennet's nursing didn't help you and the bairns to make it through, but I have to keep going. I can't return to my old work here in Combe." Sitting down by the grave he breakfasted on the buns and the ale in his aleskin, enjoying for a while the morning birdsong and the fresh air.

    At last he stood up, kissed his fingers and pressed them to the headstone, and started to walk back to meet his companions in Combe.
    Last edited by RenfredGreysmith; Sep 11 2020 at 03:28 PM.
    Renfred Greysmith
    Former blacksmith of Combe
    Best fry-pans in all of Bree-land

  3. #28
    Quote Originally Posted by RenfredGreysmith View Post
    The man took up his mace and a shield that he found lying nearby, and made ready for the onslaught. The skies were dark and the light of the torches served only to cast the attackers into deeper shadow. Renfred looked at Trebble and shuddered-- this would not be easy. Where had all the others disappeared to? How were just the two of them, a village blacksmith and an inexperienced hobbit bounder, supposed to hold this section of the wall? As he wiped the sweat from his brow, a chaotic sound of horn rang out, and then the clash of steel-- the orcs were upon them with sword and spear! Renfred fought them as best he could, but he knew that he was no match for these creatures, thrice the size of the goblins in The Shire. He felt himself wounded in many places, falling to the ground, gasping out his last breath as he saw the orcs attack Trebble...

    The gasp woke him from the nightmare and he sat up in his bed in the home of Bob Birchcutter. It was the late watches, almost dawn in the village of Combe, and there was no battle, no orcs, no wall to defend. But Renfred's spirits fell as he felt again the sense of failure that had dogged him since the spring. Quietly rising, he slipped out of the house and made his way through the village to Bree-town. Already the farmers were bringing their wares into the market square, and the air was starting to smell of delicious things baking-- he bought a few buns headed out the West Gate.

    At last he came to a place north of Bree, a hollow in the hills. Amid the headstones he found the one that read "Greysmith", with three names listed there: Emily, Jack, and Julie.

    "Em my dear, it's me, Ren," he said. "I've been away, you know, doing errands in The Shire for the hobbit-folk. And it seems like my wish to join you is not going to be granted just yet, for I've fallen in with a group of capable adventurers." He sighed, then smiled a bit as he thought of mysterious Master Jarngrimur, and merry Zapi, and Jay the friend of animals, mischievous Hamamac, and gentle Bounder Trebble. "I don't know why the plague spared me, why Mistress Jennet's nursing didn't help you and the bairns to make it through, but I have to keep going. I can't return to my old work here in Combe." Sitting down by the grave he breakfasted on the buns and the ale in his aleskin, enjoying for a while the morning birdsong and the fresh air.

    At last he stood up, kissed his fingers and pressed them to the headstone, and started to walk back to meet his companions in Combe.

    Thank you for these.

    Consider this my enthusiastic encouragement for you to continue.

    Trebble.
    Meadowlarke Sweetweed on Landroval. Also nephews and Bounders Ayrhawk, Wrennsong, and Little Meadowlark Sweetweed
    Club Eclair roleplaying group working our way through Volume II - we will be finishing Moria and then going into Mirkwood. (Alphred Troute, Hedgerow Shrewburrow). https://www.lotro.com/forums/showthr...-II-Into-Moria

  4. #29
    Just a heads up I won't be at the Sunday 9/27 session today. Sorry for the short notice.

  5. #30
    Mr. Jarngrimur.

    I thought I would leave you a note so as you'd know where things were left off from when you get back from whatever it is you bear folk do.

    When Renfred Greysmith and Zapi missed both breakfast and lunch, I thought I would go to the swamp and try to rescue them. It's a horrible place to be trapped, as I well know . . . having been trapped there myself for so many days. I figured I could find the hill where that neeker trapper was and mayhaps ask him iffen Mr. Greysmith and Zapi was about. Hamamac was out hunting somewhere and Jyokster was likely sleeping in a stable somewhere as he has not yet been accustomed to a bed. but I left word with the barkeep of my intent should she see them.

    Well, it's hard for me to see far in them swamp weeds and them ruins stood between me and the neeker trapper so I stopped there for some high ground to look around. And, much to my surprise, I climbed upon some ruins and saw Hamamac out in the swamp battling one of the swamp vermin with Renfred and Jyokster wading through the swamp behind them. I shouted to them from atop my rock to get their attention but they did not see or hear me, or so I thought, so I jumped into the weeds to try to find a closer rock to stand on. I got accosted by swamp vermin and the three showed up and slayed it for me.

    I do not know how Hamamac and Jyokster rescued Renfred before me but them swamps are not easy for a hobbit to navigate and I may have gotten a bit lost in the weeds for a bit.

    There's still no sign of Zapi and folks are concerned about what may have happened. There's no note or sign of disgruntlement and we hope that he finds his way out of the swamp soon.

    But we did take Renfred to talk to Strider. And there Strider told him the story of our battle at the bandit camp and the fate of poor Amdir. Whereupon we retired to Combe as it had been a long day of rescuing. I think you find the rest of us . . . except Zapi, of whom I am most worried - at or about the Combe and Wattle ready to aid Constable Underhill in his plan - after we have had some rest. And a bit to eat. And a bath. Swamps make a hobbit in desperate need of a bath.

    Let me know when you are in need of assistance.

    Bounder Trebble
    Meadowlarke Sweetweed on Landroval. Also nephews and Bounders Ayrhawk, Wrennsong, and Little Meadowlark Sweetweed
    Club Eclair roleplaying group working our way through Volume II - we will be finishing Moria and then going into Mirkwood. (Alphred Troute, Hedgerow Shrewburrow). https://www.lotro.com/forums/showthr...-II-Into-Moria

  6. #31

    A Letter From Buckland

    Father,

    It has been some time since I last wrote and so much has transpired that I hardly feel a letter sufficient. I long to return to the Beorninghús and share my tale over a flagon of strong mead. Certainly, some events have taken place that would be worthy of a song at the hearth!

    Our band dwindles by the day, however the Hobbits Trebble and Hamamac, as well as the Man Renfred and the Moria-Dwarf Jyokster have remained steadfast.

    The Man Renfred was invaluable in guiding us in Bree-land, having spent his youth in the villages nearby. Despite his humble stature, Renfred has proven a brave ally and I am glad for the company. And the Hobbits have further grown on me, as has the Dwarf Jyokster.

    Once we had another Moria-Dwarf, a Keeper of Runes, but he went missing in the Midgewater Marshes and has not been seen for some weeks. The marshes are treacherous no doubt--we lost our intrepid Bounder Trebble in the swamps and almost left him to a soggy end-- but I doubt the goblins got at the Dwarf. Both of the Moria-Dwarves' minds have been cracked somewhat by their servitude in the Dark Lands, so it is entirely possible that he simply wandered off and will wander back again at some point. Regardless, we have no more time to spare to search for him and have moved on.

    In Bree, I finally spoke with Strider at length. We were enlisted immediately to help rescue a fallen Ranger named Amdir... but of that dark night I care to speak little. Suffice to say, events are unfolding which confirm everything that R. warned of. The Ranger Amdir was turned to a Cargûl in some foul ceremony that we arrived but moments to late to halt. And worse, I saw several of the Nine--Nazgûl!-- with my own eyes! The ceremony was led by a dark Dwarf that reeked of the stench of death and decay, as if the creature itself was dead but risen again. The foul dwarf and the Nazgûl fled while we dispatched Amdir. There was no saving him.

    We returned to Bree to lick our wounds, but there was scarce opportunity to do so before Strider had us travel to Buckland to rendezvous with the Ranger Lenglinn. A fellow Beorning received word and joined us from his patrols in the Mountains just in time for the journey.

    We arrived to find Lenglinn wounded (run down by one of the Black Riders) and the hills crawling with crebain. After dealing with these Eyes of the Enemy, we ventured into Buckland to investigate any evidence of remaining Black Riders. At one of the homes in the town, we were assaulted again by crebain, and some flew off into the Old Forest.

    I must determine where the crebain have gone, and whether any Black Riders remain in the area. It has been a long day, frought with turmoil, and the Hobbits need rest. We spend the night in Buckland.

    Tomorrow, we travel to the Old Forest. Who knows what we shall find?

    Yours,
    Jarngrimur

  7. #32
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    Renfred paused for a moment behind the others and grabbed a handful of fern fronds to wipe off his mace. The quest into the Old Forest had gone very well, all things considered, although the poison bites of numerous spiders had made him feel light-headed. He smiled grimly to himself, remembering the fight with the giant spider-queen: the bear-folk, Jarngrimur and Ragmus, and Jay the dwarf, had torn into her body, while Hamamac's ingenious explosive device had exploded underneath her. But Renfred had landed quite a few blows on the monster as well, and he felt more confident in his abilities. How proud of him Emily would have been!

    Suddenly he felt a stabbing in his back, and turned to face a stalking spider. Where were the others? Alas, too far ahead! He shouted, and was startled to see the young hobbit, Stummel, appear at his side. Together they fought the spider, but its bites and poison were overwhelming. Renfred gasped to Stummel, "RUN!", and struck out at the creature with his last conscious effort. He collapsed on the ground and the world went dark...

    He awoke again and saw the concerned faces of his companions, Hamamac and Stummel, Bounder Trebble, Jay and Ragmus. Staggering to his feet, he looked around for their leader. "Where is Master Jarn?" he coughed. The sound of roars and the tearing of flesh came from across the Withywindle, and the party stood shocked into silence. Jarngrimur was in his bear-form racing about on the other bank, attacking wildly in a furious frenzy, shredding spiders and bats and battling the sickened bears. When at last the bank was completely clear of living creatures, Jarngrimur swam across the river to rejoin his company.

    Renfred looked into the bear-eyes, wondering if this time, perhaps, the Man-spirit had disappeared completely, wondering if the animal's cold gaze signaled that Jarn would turn on them, and slaughter them, losing his self-control in the wild bear nature. But then a consciousness flickered in the bear's eyes, and Jarn quickly resumed his Man-form. He smiled grimly. "I think it is time for us to take leave of this place, for now," he said.

    Trebble spoke up. "I think the sickness of the forest is getting to us."

    Jay added, "Or hunger!"

    "Back to Buckland," said Hamamac, and broke into song, "Buckland, Buckland, where its always time to tuck in."

    Renfred shuddered at the peril he'd survived, and joined the others, taking pains to stay close to them now.
    Renfred Greysmith
    Former blacksmith of Combe
    Best fry-pans in all of Bree-land

 

 
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