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

Originally posted by Ushgarak
Meanwhile, at Baranar...

"Well," he says, "the situation in Cardolan is only growing worse. Since the Witch-King began his latest efforts to destroy all that remains of Arnor, things have been falling apart more and more. Cardolan itself is in no position to resist. All it is now is a loose confederation of competing Lords, many of which would seem themselves as great rulers, but all really united by only one thing- a distrust of any who come from Arthedain.

Of course, it is precisely because Cardolan cannot resist that it still survives. The Witch-King presumably thinks he did his work here centuries ago. He concentrates now on Arthedain, and his armies are far to the Nirth of here. Yet that has not spared my countrymen; endless raiding parties of Orcs and Dunlendings roam unchecked throughout the east of Cardolan; villages and towns are burnt and destroyed. Refugees are pouring west; both to safer parts of Cardolan and into Arthedain. In fact," he says, turning to Anglomir and Talin and the other veterans, "I believe you encountered one such group of refugees on your journey to Fornost [i.e. the first part of this game]."

This is the last thing that was said at Baranar, Phoe. I was waiting for one of Rex or BB to respond.

(btw, Dexx or Fitch. just a few words will do- I can explain the broad plot to them)

(is this story still gogin on, i thought you were gonna start another one because you did the whole character creation thing again.)

Nope, we were just taking a small break.

(so do the new peeps come in when the break is over?)

After the wise words of Elrond Corlindel waits some words from the two Rivendel's emissaries Verdalain and Palanfirith.

Originally posted by Ushgarak
This is the last thing that was said at Baranar, Phoe. I was waiting for one of Rex or BB to respond.

i know, I'm just impatient! 😉

"it is a hard task, bringing the men together" speaks Vardalain
"But if a man can do it, arvedui probably can. Though, as able as he seems to be, i cannot trust he will succede. Your decision, lord elrond, of aiding them if he does, is more than reasonable, i must agree. It is more than they should expect..."

"The things in Baronar are like this fellow elfs(and a tad of men kind).Baranar needs our aid as it is putted down by a plague that we came here to find the cure.Orcs are at it's doorsteps and in this moment so they are moving closer and closer to the gate.If there is a place that needs our first aid Baranar it is.And none of the less there are elfs there who help,and their blood isn't there to be spilled." says Palanfirith.

(VR, the new guys are in right now! They are playing already)

"We can speak more of Baranar later," says Elrond. "As I say, Baranar is not the concern of all who are here."

"Indeed," says the representative from Lorien "Such things are not our concern. Men will die in this war; that we knew already. Of any Alliance of Men, I have little hope."

There is a soft snort in the background; it comes from a particularly radiant, golden haired Elf sitting to the right side of Elrond. The Lorien representative turns to him, quizzically.

"I am sorry," says the golden-haired Elf. "You must have my apologies; for a moment there I thouight you were afraid."

"I hope you do not spea with an empty heart," says the Elf from Lorien, "and have the courage to match what you say."

"Of course," says the golden-haired Elf. "The Witch-King; he is a coward. He fights from afar with poisons and plague. He is a mere stripling with the delusion of power. Well I say; let him match his power against that of the Noldor. We shall see whose is the stronger." He smiles, amiably.

*shakes his head*
If even these guys fight amongst themselves?
"I hope the truth is the same as your words Master elf, I would gladly see the army you would bring to defeat an army 500.000 strong, If you would allow me I would be proud to fight along with that arm"

"Well spoken, Horsemaster!" says the Elf. "And I am sure I would need no army with you by my side. Shall we leave now? If we took swift horses, we could be in Rhudaur in minutes and Angmar in days. What of it?"

He stands and offers his hand.

"I do not doubt your intelligence Master elf, but I am beginning to question your wisdom, I certainly can NOT make it against an army of 500.000. Yet I have not met many elves of your statue maybe you could, but then you would not need my help for that. I am no coward but I will not die invane"

"I stand with the horsemaster (Don't get mad Fire I just for got you Char's name. As you all should all know by now, I suck at names). I am not afraid of battle but I do not with do ride blindly into death."
(Ironicly thats exactly what I'm doing in the matrix game)

"In vain? But what a GLORIOUS death it would be," says the Elf (whose inner light, incidentally, shines brighter than that of the average Elf). "Worthy of a song, I feel, at least. Half a million, a million, TEN million- what difference?

"Oh, unless you meant... you feel your death might be better spent elsewhere? But could that be so, in a war without hope? Is that not how we have portrayed it hear?"

"Please," says Elrond, "calm yourself. I doubt even you could take on the Witch-King and his host, and prevail alone."

"Nonetheless," he says. "If asked to I would try. Which is more than I can say for all gathered here. So I must ask... why HAVE they gathered here? To here again what they already know? That Angmar is evil, that men are dying, that we intend to do nothing? We needed no meeting for that."

"Elrond called us to this meeting," says the Elf from Lorien.

"And you came. And you came because you want to see what we will do, and that means that you do have options, regardless of the 'convenants' of the past. They are not written in stone and blood any more, Our kind do not have to kill or stand by whilst others die simply on a word spoken in a forgotten past."

"We have not forgotten," says the Elf from Lorien.

"Then it is better that you do," says the golden-haired Elf. "This is Man's Age now, as we are all keen to say. 500 years is many lifetimes."

"So, you would march us to war and death?"

"No," says the Elf. "If only I thought we could prevail I would. But Orcs are growing more numerous throughout Middle-Earth, especially in the Mountains near here. We now have riders all along the rivers to keep back the Orcs who prey at our borders. We cannot even maintain the Last Bridge any further- it has fallen to Dunlendings.

"But I am saying we cannot pretend we are seperated from this world. After all, why have we not sailed west? Why are the havens maintained? To be an ever unattainable glimpe of paradise to the mortal races? No. We maintain that which was, that is true, but we also are here because the legacy of the connection between Elf and Man is not quite yet fully spent. And should the time be right, we MUST be willing to fight for his sake."

"That time will never come," says the Elf from Lorien.

"I say it will," says the golden-haired Elf. "I say it will, and I say we can help." He points at Vardalain and Palanfirith. "These Elves have been living with Man for a year, something none of the rest of us can say, and they say that we can aid Man. The Master of Horses here has ridden far from his lands to see what happens in Arnor, and offer his services. What does this say about the unification of Man? You say it is impossible, but the spirit of its possibility sits here with you. And come the right time, I will not be afraid to fight. How many of you would stand with me, I wonder?"

(he wont get upset if you call him a horsemaster now horseman that's another story)

"Long is it since I have heard words like that spoken aloud, You shall forever have my aid sir, you are only to ask. Very few here, so far, have shown that much compassion and loyalty to my kind"

This Noldor is a fine talker. I think his guts outmatch all the leaders represented round this table and he has a point.

"I would gladly face an army. I have not done so for a long time. Even if my master in Mirkwood refuses aid to the forces of men I will ride with them tho my death be the end! Man needs aid, and we can give it. What reason can you say for not giving it?" Darvan has stood up, and offers his hand to the golden-haired elf.

((I know all the reasons, but he does not think much of them))

"I didn't say we wouldn't help," says the Elf from Mirkwood. "In the Mirkwood we have shared the forest with Man for a long time, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse, but we would not see him slaughtered if we can help it. But what can we do? Elrond sepaks wisely when he says that all we would gain is death. I see no hope for unifcation for the Men."

"People only think that," says the golden-haired Elf, "because they pay no attention to the ways of Man any more. There is a way to unify them. At the hands of the people whose appointed task it is to do so. The Dunadain."

This time, it is the Elf from Lorien who scoffs.

"Their time is done," he says. "They failed. Elrond himself says it; the true line divided and fought itself."

"Yet the line exists," says the Golden-haired Elf. He turns to Argentis. "Your name, sir?" he asks, offering his hand again.

"maybe you should introduce yourself master Elf,as I am intrigued by your Noldor talking." says Palanfirith with a smile on his face.

"My name is Argentis son of ÉoTandis"*takes the elf by the wrist and gives him a good friendly shake*