Sorry for the update lack; I have been quite sick lately and running on an RP minimum.
Well your general sentiment there is correct. But you could introduce your new carge, Anlgomir- a true noble Dunadan of Gondor (her mother is Gondorian), with certain social specialities...
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Well, I've got a dozen whacking great astones out in the fields to the north of the city! I;ve got a list of contestants but I'll count in the players first. Talin was one and... darn, lost track. Who else?
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Perception rolls from those with the Stewards!
Ahh, it's those Sindar ears oif Elladil again...
Omne of the Stewards just said a quiet word to a messenger- but you overheard it.
"Take this message to the Prince," he says.
Ok, so that's three of you in, leaving nine other competitors!
We have:
Two other Dunedain, presumably of the less refined sort.
Four standard everyday men from Arthedain, and two Cardolani, who have fled into Arthedain inside the last year.
And finally one enormous hairy guy... who happens to be a Beorning! His name is Bjorstrad. He's currently flexing his bulk menacingly around the field.
It's PROBABLY illegal to turn into a bear during the contest...
Not many Lords turning up for this one- not a refined event. Farael does though.
Talin looks over the competition, giving a friendly nod in Anglomir's direction, his Gondorian friend from the battle to protect the Princess. Then he turns his attention to the others, eyeing the Beorning warily.
"You have an impressive physique, Bjorstrad," Talin compliments, "but do you think you can compete against the endurance and dedication of a Dwarf?"