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

Just in case...don't want to have a diseased and wounded Dwarf, do you? Then EVERYONE will feel my wrath!

Oooh, goody!

Indeed. Sick Dwarves are BAD... 😈

Anii stood around waiting to get orders

*waits grumpily* *smacks a human for coughing on him* 😛

Anii looks at the dwarf. She rolls her eyes.

Rolls eyes back at Aniica. "Elves...so full of themselves because they can't get sick..." Talin grumbles.

Anii glares back then smirks, "Talin, we elves don't get sick. You're just jealous." She handed him a leaf out of her herb pouch. "Eat this. It'll help a little"

"I'm sure it will. How would you know anyway, you can't test it because you don't get diseased anyway!" Talin grumbles some more. "And Vardalain does not think we mortals will catch any diseases while we are here anyway..."

(tries to remember what cholera does...)

"I know a little bit about herbs because my grandmother taught me so don't give me that, Dwarf!"

"How did she know? How did her grandmother know? And her grandmother's grandmother?" Talin teased.

"You know what? I should cut off your head. THEN we wouldn't have to deal with a sick dwarf. Wait.... I can't stoop that low." She teased back

"Could the both of you knock it off and be quiet"

Cholera? Ugh. Horrible. Stuff coming out of your body every way it can. Bleurgh.

Very well then, you enter the keep, through a very impressive set of defences and murder holes and defence ports overlooked by the rampart above.

(There will be a map of all this available... at some point...)

But mostly unmanned. There seems to be almost no-one about, though there is quite a stench.

However, there is a welcoming party for you. Five men, lead bya big guy in chainmail armour and a beard. He lookes tired.

"Welcome," he says, "I am the Lord Baronar. You will forgive me if my hospitality is not as it should."

"Under these circumstances that is quite acceptable, I am Argentis of the Eotheod"

"It is quite alright, Lord Baronar. The fact that we even had a welcoming party is good enough, considering what your people are going through. I am Talin, son of Rarlin." He offers his hand.

Anii looked at the man. "I am Aniica Woodland, a Sylvan elf, daughter of Urthar."

"Greetings Lord, I am Itarilde, From the grey Havens, Daughter of Lenwë." Itarilde Bows gracefully before the Lord.

Baronar greets you all happily.

"I must say," he says, "I was not expecting Elves. You must be disappointed at the civilisation I offer you. And a Northman? You have journeyed far. A Dwarf, even? These are strange times. You are all welcome here, for all the good I can do for you."

He bows softly to each of the females. "At your service..." he adds.

"Lord Baronar, I extend the formal greeting of the court of King Arvedui," says Gorlim. "I am his Lord's Chancellor, Gorlim."

"Arvedui's emissaries are much welcome here," says Baronar, "especially such an... interesting party as this. But I am afraid I have little time for politics at this point."

Gorlim looks worred.

"Whenever the freedom of people is at stake we offer to help out, we might be a young nation, but we are a bold one. And what's more important we know what the cost of freedom is"