USH'S LOTR RP Game part 2- The Fortress of Baranar

"Actually," says Gorlim, "you are right. The whole point of this endeavour is that Baronar's men have been keeping this region safe, a rare thing in Cardolan. Hmmm..."

(greeeeaaat, I'll leave it for tonight, wait for other players to take part some 😛)

Heh... ok!

(Jojojopo? What the f***? 😛 Rex has some ridculous list of Star Wars herbs and such, so you aren't alone.)

"Well, why would we have a greeting party? I do not think they even knew of our coming."

"Still, in times like these, it would be wise."

Itarilde say's whilst scanning the wall for sign of movement with her Elven eyes...

"not every war is fought with men guarding keeps"

if anyone's in need of medical attention...well...animist attention 😛..i head to them.

I think I could use some 🙂

Well, Gorlim says that he would have thought that it would not be possible to arrive in Baronar's lands without him knowing it, if he is supposed to be guarding this area.

Itarilde- there is no life at the ramparts.

As you close in, Gorlim calls out a loud welcome.

No answer.

"This no good sign, I'd be alert everyone"

"Hmmm," says Gorlim. "No sign of battle, though. Nor could the Witch-King get an army capable of taking this fortress so far from his supply lines."

He calls out another loud greeting as you near the raised drawbridge. Still no answer.

"I don't trust it still, certainly not after what happened in the Downs"

"Well, yes, but that was only in the Downs, yes?" asks Gorlim, uncertainly (but Itarilde and Aiwendil can answer affirmatively).

But then there IS someone, their head peering out from the murder holes above.

"You must leave this place!" he cries down at you.

"Humpf"

Gorlim looks nonplussed.

"What cheek!" declares Annphor.

"Umm..." says Gorlim, before calling out again. "I am Lord Gorlim, Chancellor to King Arvedui of Arthedain, from the Court at Fornost. I bring with me the Emissaries of the King! We are expected!"

"I know. But you must leave!" comes the cry back.

*I start to put my right hand on the hilt of my flail*

"why must we leave, traveller?" asks VArdalain from his horse.

"We are infected" comes the cry.

"Oh dear..." says Gorlim.

in a very angry and irritated voice:"What do they mean?"
I never agreed to come and enter some half diseased(sp) country

(PS: Since my last big role play campaign was build totaly around this damn 28 days later like disease I HATE infected ppl in role play)

"Oh damn, you mean we've come to Baronar's fortress for nothing?" Talin stares at the walls of the fortress. He begins cursing very loudly in Dwarvish, jumping off of his horse and unsheathing his sword. He begins hacking up some shrubbery in anger.