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Rumors of War (Part III)

Tags: Lithorlas,  Agmundr,  Sudanir

Short Summary: Lithorlas guides Agmundr through Mirkwood, to show him the army of orcs gathered there.
Date (real-life): 2010-09-18
Scene Location: Mirkwood
Old Forest Road
The ancient, rutted road continues its meandering through the thick and dark wood. Around you the trees are tightly packed, bole to bole, and scarcely offer any passage off the beaten path. The wood is quiet and almost strangely calm around you.

The cold air fits well with the nighttime. The frozen road generally heads east and west, and appears to be well-traveled.

Overhead, a thin swatch of sky gleams with starlight.

Obvious exits:
Broken Gate, NorthWest, SouthEast, NorthEast, East, and West

Agmundr comes from the west along the road.
Agmundr has arrived.

[Sudanir(#31361)]
The elf and berserker traveled for days, the looming mass of darkness looming higher and higher until the two were under its eaves, and then without even a pause in stride, Litholas continues into the forest, by way of the Old Road. The walls encroach on either side, and the treetops meet, slowly but surely casting the road into deepening darkness. The elf continues as if there were no trouble, trodding at a good pace. As the sun sets, and the forest turns to total darkness, not even his footfalls can be heard as he walks on the snow.

[Agmundr(#32546)]       
Agmundr walks more carefully, trying to ensure his foot-falls are as light as possible on the snow; not to avoid leaving footprints, but to avoid any 'crunch!' that may give their position away to goblins and orcs. Clearly, this is not something quite to the enjoyment of the Chieftain, given the scowl upon his face.

"I have never gone this far into the forest with out a warband at my back," mutters the man quietly, eyes darting around in the darkness.

[Sudanir(#31361)]
There is a gate on the right. Lithorlas pauses there, to turn and wait for his companion to catch up. "They mostly are to the north. I would warn you if one was coming." he assures. He pauses for a few moments, and then says, "From here, we will turn north, and see if the trees will have us." He does just that, stepping between a couple of trunks with a slightly beaten path between them. He continues only a few yards, then stops near a large, twisted, rotten looking tree. "Can you climb this?"

[Agmundr(#32546)]       
Agmundr jerks his head in a nod before he follows after the Elf, armour blackened with soot and a hand resting upon his axe. As they come upon the tree, the man eyes it dubiously. "As long as it does not fall apart beneath me... I can probably do so, yes."

[Sudanir(#31361)]
Lithorlas's fair face troubles at the prospect. "I cannot say if it will. It never has for me," says the being that treads on snow. "Go up, and follow that bole there, where it bends out laterally, over there." All of these instructions are accompanied by very precice pointing.

[Agmundr(#32546)]       
The berserker watches where the Elf points before giving another terse nod. He hesitates only a moment, letting out a slow breath before he tests his weight upon the tree. Seeing it not breaking quite yet, he begins to climb.

[Sudanir(#31361)]
Lithorlas is close on Agmundr's heels, making suggestions for handholds and footholds along the way, until at last they both stand on the thick, bent trunk that stretches out to an even larger tree, their thick branches almost meeting each other, but one about waist high above the other. "Continue down that way, and then go to the next branch, and follow that to its trunk."

[Agmundr(#32546)]      
 Remaining silent, the Chieftain nods to the directions of Lithorlas, his movements careful and his feet hesitantly placed every step of the way. He still keeps a grip on his axe, occasionally shrugging his shoulders to adjust his shield's position upon his back.

[Sudanir(#31361)]
The elf follows after, but then when Agmundr gets close to the tree, Lithorlas takes a running start and jumps around him to the next branch, which radiates outward from close by. Here, he climbs, to show the way, then walks out along another branch that slopes downward, toward the forest floor. This branch is clearly dead, smooth now as the bark has long fallen off leaving only bare wood. Lithorlas transfers to yet another tree, then pauses there, waiting for the man of Beorning.

[Agmundr(#32546)]       
An astonished Agmundr watches as the Elf makes progress, shaking his head slightly afterwards. Hesitating for a few moments, briefly licking his lips, the berserker follows after Lithorlas; not quite as graceful, but still making good time. As he reaches the dead branch, he lightly puts weight upon it; it creaks, but does not break... yet. He begins to make his way along it towards the other tree.

[Sudanir(#31361)]
"Here, put your feet each on different branches, and hold this branch above your head, till you get to the thicker part." Litholas instructs, while he illustrates. His voice, though clearly spoken before, is now hushed.

[Agmundr(#32546)]       
The Beorning Chieftain nods, licking his lips briefly as he continues to follow the Elf's instructions. As he moves to another branch, the dead one he was on gives another cracks and then breaks, falling to the forest floor below. Agmundr looks after it, then back to Litholas. "Timely advice..."

[Sudanir(#31361)]
The elf's body tenses as the branch falls to the forest floor, and for a while he only stands there, like a statue, as if waiting. Minutes seem longer than they should, and its so quiet one can hear their own breath. "We will continue." he says, tension lingering in his voice. He chooses a lower path, although it means thicker limbs to walk upon, they are more widely spaced, requiring a hop here, a leap there, to transfer from limb to limb. It is slow going.

[Agmundr(#32546)]       
Agmundr nods, and follows after the Elf; his hops and leaps are not as good, but they are sufficient.

[Sudanir(#31361)]
At long last, the two approach the camp of the orcs. First sign is in the elfs constant tension, and lightly whispered words, which eventually become no more than vague hand signals. Then, in the distance, the raucous sound of wood chopping, metal clanging, and gravelly voices can be heard. Here, Lithorlas takes a decidedly upward course in the trees, choosing to make the last few transfers from the treetops.

You leave the road in a north east direction.
Mirkwood

The view is blocked in all directions by towering dark trunks, holding heavy and crooked boughs hight above the ground. The strange ancient forest seems to draw more and more strength from you as you travel deeper. Beneath your feet the forest bottom is frozen and around you the late night winter air is frosty.To the west is a small gap between the bushes and a well used trail lies towards the towering trees, southwest of yu.Few bright stars merrily twinkle and sparkle high above you, indicating that the sky overhead is clear.
Contents:
Witch-king
Bugzlok
Morian Orc Camp
Orc Raiding Party
Obvious exits:
West, East, NorthWest, and SouthWest

Agmundr emerges through the forest from the south west.
Agmundr has arrived.

[Sudanir(#31361)]
Far above the orc encampment, a strange sight can be seen: an elf and a man, moving through the trees together, the elf giving guidance and aid to the man, to better his footing and handholds. The trees sway slightly.

[Agmundr(#32546)]       
Agmundr, berserker and now man of the treetops, follows after the Elf as carefully and quietly as he can, keeping a firm grip upon his axe.

[Witch-king(#28583)]
As the strange new arrivals look down upon the orcs, they doubtless see much to dismay them, for the uruk-hai of Mordor have not been idle. Deep rends in the earth are filled with dung and the carcasses of slain; groves of ancient trees are now mere collections of stumps, upon which are seated their gloating banes. Tents spring up hither and thither among the throng of foul, twisted creatures, but for the most part the orcs lounge and despoil all that they may under naught but the canopy of leaves.

Woe unto Mirkwood, that once was Greenwood the Great; it's new occupants love it not at all.

[Sudanir(#31361)]
Lithorlas takes to the thinner branches now, quite a few needed to hold even his light weight. But he straddles the thicker forks and holds to the spindly twigs for balance, to afford his "guest" the stronger supports, yet still allow them to be close enough to whisper. "There it is. A few thousand, I would guess." Lithorlas' face is pained to look down upon it.

[Agmundr(#32546)]      
The berserker nods silently as he looks from his perch, fingers twitching slightly towards his axe before he stills the motion.

[Sudanir(#31361)]
"So, have you seen enough?" Again the elf whispers. In distant trees a single bird can be heard. "Or do you wish to tarry a while?" Lithorlas switches to another combination of branches.

[Agmundr(#32546)]      
 "I have seen enough," replies the Chieftain in a whisper, turning his gaze away from the camp as he begins to slowly make his way back the way they came.

[Sudanir(#31361)]
While one might think the return path is as simple as going back the way you came, it is not hard to mistake one limb for another, or misread the direction a bough will bend. Lithorlas follows alongside the berserker, helping him tenderly make his way downward, saying nothing.

Agmundr has left.
You follow the well worn path to the southwest.
Old Forest Road
The ancient, rutted road continues its meandering through the thick and dark wood. Around you the trees are tightly packed, bole to bole, and scarcely offer any passage off the beaten path. The wood is quiet and almost strangely calm around you.

The cold air fits well with the before dawn. The frozen road generally heads east and west, and appears to be well-traveled.

Overhead, a thin swatch of sky gleams with starlight.

Contents:
Agmundr
Obvious exits:
Broken Gate, NorthWest, SouthEast, NorthEast, East, and West

[Agmundr(#32546)]      
 Through the trees travel Agmundr, accompanied by the Elf Lithorlas. They make their back, more or less, the way they came towards the old road through the forest.

[Sudanir(#31361)]
Lithorlas, for his part, remains in silence, apparently not needed for guidance or advice for the return trip. When they reach the well-traveled road (comparatively speaking), only then does he speak. "So that was the camp. Come, West is this way..." he begins walking along the road, cutting a right from where they emerged from the forest. "I will accompany you to the edge of The Wood. But before we part...what will you tell Grimbeorn, when you see him?"

[Agmundr(#32546)]      
"That this threat is serious," says Agmundr quietly, "and that if they are repulsed in the assault of your realm, they may turn their attention upon us. They /must/ be destroyed."

[Sudanir(#31361)]
Lithorlas nods. "Then I would call you friend, Agmundir [sic]. I will see you to the forest's edge, but my brothers in the trees need me." He hurries now, and up ahead, the light of dawn is reflected back in yellows and oranges, as a light at the end of a tunnel.

[Agmundr(#32546)]      
 The berserker nods his head. "I thank you for the escort," says the man. That said, the man falls silent for the rest of the journey.

Date added: 2010-09-19 15:57:54    Hits: 81
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