After quite a long walk under stars that have come out
blazing and bright after an afternoon of heavy rain, you’ve
finally come to the round green door of Bag End, the home
of the strange and famous Bilbo Baggins. Standing there
upon the mat, you find yourself surrounded by distant
relations. It seems as though Bilbo called for a collection
of cousins to join him this evening. Just as one of you is
about to ring the bell, the door is pulled open and you see
standing in the front hall none other than Master Baggins
himself. He offers each of you an energetic greeting and
quickly ushers you in with a plethora of welcomes, thank
yous, and lovely to see yous.
//Before posting give me a 3 to 4 sentences, of a prologue. Tell me how you came to the Shire. Also tell me of any strange encounters you may have had on the road. It assumed your coming from Bree to the East. A major spot of curiosity is the Old Forest and Barrow Downs.
(Not sure if this is what you're wanting but here goes)
Long was the road, and many a weary league the Daleman passed, leaving the high stone-halls of Erebor and the merry town of his folk behind.
He passed westward through the inn at Bree, a strange and huddling place of Men and Halflings, yet he found no rest until he had faced the green mounds of the Barrow-downs, where ancient kings lie under spell and a chill hand, belonging to no living thing, reached from a sudden fog to seize his very spirit.
At last, turning his back on that dread, he came over the long downs to the quiet and well-tended borders of the Shire, a land of small rivers and deep-tilled earth, finding a peace there he had not known since he first set out from the shadow of the Mountain.
(Thought I'd try my hand at a subtle Tolkien style, I don't plan on keeping it up for the rest of the campaign)
OOC I probably have not seen a map of the Shire since the mid 80s when I last read the books and don't watch movies, so never saw the big trilogy, only saw the cartoons, from the 70s. So I don't have a good base. I do remember a lot of the books and characters, but it is more of big picture not the details. So I am struggling to catch up.
Coming from Bree with a wagon full of trade goods, I unloaded the goods at the new trading post. I don't recall seeing any strange observations. The draft animal was a bit spooked a couple of times, but I couldn't determine why.
The letter had come quite unexpectedly, as is most often the case for hobbit kin when you reside outside the Shire, and in the little hamlet of Archet, on the other side of Bree. But it had found Dakoh none-the-less, and while there was always plenty to tend to, one simply did not ignore an invitation from one’s cousin for a “spot of tea and a sit”.
In short order, the short woodsman had gathered the necessary items to make the long trip to the lands of his extended family. For the most part the travel was rather uneventful, if not long, and the only unusual occurrence was the lights at dusk, he assumed campfires, in the marshlands north of Frogmorton. Though why any would camp in the marshlands there was beyond him, and he hadn’t the time to stop and ask nor investigate for himself as cousin Bilbo had insisted upon being on time.
It had been a long march from Hoardale, Asta was still unsure how the letter had found its way....ostensibly to her mother Huli, but she was in no condition to travel her leg and arm had never recovered from that raid out of Grothum, but Asta had taken the opportunity to head out into the world she had only heard about in stories.
Most of the trek had been across rough country, occasionally avoiding trolls and other things, until she reached the Weather Hills which she found more to her liking, there a trapper had sent her south-west to where a town called Bree lay and told her she could find her way to Hobbiton from there easily enough.
Bree was not unlike home she found, larger and full of tall folk of course and with a few more comforts and less goblin heads on pikes......but pleasant enough. She stayed a day or two to rest her feet and ask directions and then set off west towards The Shire unsure of her welcome.
The camera shows in slow travel montage, as you leave Erebor. Its warmth and sturdiness trades for the open road. Time has passed as you traveled. As you make your way to the East Standing stone, as it nears sundown. A young g hobbit greets you.
“Hello there and good afternoon. Where are you from big folk?” He asks, he appears to be a young man about 21 summers.
"Hallo there, I come by easy of Bree, but I hail from the lands far east of here. Under the shadow of Erabor, the Lonely Mountain. I was there when a hobbit from here helped waylay the dragon Smaug and I come seeking the full story of his travel. Might you know this hobbit who travels there and back again?"
Hernd says all this with a soft and friendly voice even though he is trying to be as formal as possible with the new stranger
“Why sir, Mad Baggins is at the Green Dragon right now. In the West Farthing, continue on this road amd take a right on Bywater road. You see will see it there Sir” the young boulder bows and continues his patrol.
Noi continues driving the cart down the eastern road, Passing Buckland, when they came across some Boulders( hobbit police) patrolling on the road. It was well past sundown. The gentle breeze, carried with it a sense of opportunity.
A red headed halting stops the wagon by asking “Good Evening Master dwarf, where abouts are you headed?”
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
OOC assuming I am heading to Hobbiton?
"Good evening fine sir, I am delivering trade goods to a new venture in Hobbiton. I am hoping to make it before the final meal is served. Being so close, I would like a soft bed near a warm hearth with a roof to block the stars from waking me up. With the stars and moon being bright enough for my poor Dwarven eyes, with the cool breeze keeping the bugs at bay, it is very enjoyable to travel on a beautiful night like tonight."
Noi's internal warning is on alert. As he speaks he is using both insight +3 7 and perception +5 (Adv) 15 to be wary, his hands are near his weapons, as he deduces what is the biggest threat if these are not police.
It is hoped his honest speech is valid persuasion +1 19, maybe as a long shot Intimidation +1 16may come into play.
As Dakoh makes their way along the road, they come across a dwarf, who is coming down the Eastern Road. It is after sunset, and up ahead is a cart, and from the sound of voices. The local boulders are asking the cart owner something. How do you two meet?
“…and so you see, while of course the Goodchild family originated from the Shire, members of my branch haven’t ACTUALLY resided inside…the…boundaries…for…”, the hobbit Dakho pauses his explanation of family lineage to Asta mid-thought and slows his pace as his head tilts to give one ear a better opportunity to discern what’s a foot up ahead.
”Oi, mate, what you make of that? My eyes and I can’t tell nothing. But my ears and me say that’s something.”
Asta raised her hand fairly confident the figures weren't rukhs.
" Hello there! You wouldn't happen to know the way to the Baggins household by any chance?"
As the form approached the others could see it was a warmly dressed dwarf, with long braided mutton chops, a bare chin, bronze skin and black long braided hair covered by a thick grey cloak.
The hobbit almost certainly couldn't tell, but as soon as Noi saw her he knew she was a woman dwarf....
(Noi the result of rolls simply tell the Boulders are being friendly and that honest in their intent. You also manage to hear that others approacing you as well.)
The bouders, hear the others approaching one steps to the side to answer the question.
Meanwhile the blonde harired hobbit lookds a Noi ans says" Why yes, if follow the road to Bywater, the Green Dragon Inn is a fine place to stop and rest for the NIght. We also have a famed, hobbit who likes to play riddle games on nights like this. Sorry if we held you up." They begin to walk on.
A young black haired hobbit probably 15 summers. looks over at the group. "Mad Baggins, I am sorry Master Baggins is at the Green Dragon tonight, playing a riddle game with those who will test him." he smiles at Dak, knowing the name Mad Baggins is inside joke. The young lad rejoins the watch and they continue down the road. The three of you have the opportunity to speak and to bond now.
Noi, calls to the retreating bouders, "thank you fine for the talk and the helpful advice."
Noi turns toward the approaching, Greetings fine travelers, are you heading toward Hobbitton? Noi looks at them with insight +3 10 (of course I do not what I roll until I hit post) You are welcome to ride with me. Noi sets his easily grabbed weapons (which are setup within the seat) moving them to the side away from the two strangers. He does make a bit of a "show" to show that he is not a complete buffoon offering rides to strangers.
Not sure if you heard, but you are looking for a Baggins? Yes? The bouder mentioned, "Master Baggins is at the Green Dragon tonight, playing a riddle game with those who will test him." Looking at the strangers, Noi offers, I will be glad to drop you off there before I go secure this wagon.
Ever so politely, “Evening Master Dwarf, I thank you kindly for the offer to ride, but I’m going to only partially accept. No meaning to offend your offer, but I can’t help sense a slight apprehension in your actions compared with your words. So if it’s all the same, and to show good faith on my part, would you extend your invitation to my pack? It is a burdensome load and refuses to account for its own mobility.”
Continuing to speak as he places the pack into the wagon among the wares, “You may call me Dakoh, though my family name is Goodchild. And while I haven’t disclosed yet my intentions for the night, If’n you are going to the Green Dragon Inn, I would work to persuade you to pop in for a drink yourself. The Green Dragon Breath is my favorite…” he looks the two dwarves over before continuing, “although you both look more likely to enjoy the 1404 Vintage Reserve.”
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Introduction
After quite a long walk under stars that have come out
blazing and bright after an afternoon of heavy rain, you’ve
finally come to the round green door of Bag End, the home
of the strange and famous Bilbo Baggins. Standing there
upon the mat, you find yourself surrounded by distant
relations. It seems as though Bilbo called for a collection
of cousins to join him this evening. Just as one of you is
about to ring the bell, the door is pulled open and you see
standing in the front hall none other than Master Baggins
himself. He offers each of you an energetic greeting and
quickly ushers you in with a plethora of welcomes, thank
yous, and lovely to see yous.
//Before posting give me a 3 to 4 sentences, of a prologue. Tell me how you came to the Shire. Also tell me of any strange encounters you may have had on the road. It assumed your coming from Bree to the East. A major spot of curiosity is the Old Forest and Barrow Downs.
(Not sure if this is what you're wanting but here goes)
Long was the road, and many a weary league the Daleman passed, leaving the high stone-halls of Erebor and the merry town of his folk behind.
He passed westward through the inn at Bree, a strange and huddling place of Men and Halflings, yet he found no rest until he had faced the green mounds of the Barrow-downs, where ancient kings lie under spell and a chill hand, belonging to no living thing, reached from a sudden fog to seize his very spirit.
At last, turning his back on that dread, he came over the long downs to the quiet and well-tended borders of the Shire, a land of small rivers and deep-tilled earth, finding a peace there he had not known since he first set out from the shadow of the Mountain.
(Thought I'd try my hand at a subtle Tolkien style, I don't plan on keeping it up for the rest of the campaign)
OOC I probably have not seen a map of the Shire since the mid 80s when I last read the books and don't watch movies, so never saw the big trilogy, only saw the cartoons, from the 70s. So I don't have a good base. I do remember a lot of the books and characters, but it is more of big picture not the details. So I am struggling to catch up.
Coming from Bree with a wagon full of trade goods, I unloaded the goods at the new trading post. I don't recall seeing any strange observations. The draft animal was a bit spooked a couple of times, but I couldn't determine why.
The letter had come quite unexpectedly, as is most often the case for hobbit kin when you reside outside the Shire, and in the little hamlet of Archet, on the other side of Bree. But it had found Dakoh none-the-less, and while there was always plenty to tend to, one simply did not ignore an invitation from one’s cousin for a “spot of tea and a sit”.
In short order, the short woodsman had gathered the necessary items to make the long trip to the lands of his extended family. For the most part the travel was rather uneventful, if not long, and the only unusual occurrence was the lights at dusk, he assumed campfires, in the marshlands north of Frogmorton. Though why any would camp in the marshlands there was beyond him, and he hadn’t the time to stop and ask nor investigate for himself as cousin Bilbo had insisted upon being on time.
It had been a long march from Hoardale, Asta was still unsure how the letter had found its way....ostensibly to her mother Huli, but she was in no condition to travel her leg and arm had never recovered from that raid out of Grothum, but Asta had taken the opportunity to head out into the world she had only heard about in stories.
Most of the trek had been across rough country, occasionally avoiding trolls and other things, until she reached the Weather Hills which she found more to her liking, there a trapper had sent her south-west to where a town called Bree lay and told her she could find her way to Hobbiton from there easily enough.
Bree was not unlike home she found, larger and full of tall folk of course and with a few more comforts and less goblin heads on pikes......but pleasant enough. She stayed a day or two to rest her feet and ask directions and then set off west towards The Shire unsure of her welcome.
Map of middle earth
http://lotrproject.com/map/#zoom=3&lat=-1315.5&lon=1500&layers=BTTTTT
Thank you for the map, that makes research so much easier.
(For Hernd)
The camera shows in slow travel montage, as you leave Erebor. Its warmth and sturdiness trades for the open road. Time has passed as you traveled. As you make your way to the East Standing stone, as it nears sundown. A young g hobbit greets you.
“Hello there and good afternoon. Where are you from big folk?” He asks, he appears to be a young man about 21 summers.
"Hallo there, I come by easy of Bree, but I hail from the lands far east of here. Under the shadow of Erabor, the Lonely Mountain. I was there when a hobbit from here helped waylay the dragon Smaug and I come seeking the full story of his travel. Might you know this hobbit who travels there and back again?"
Hernd says all this with a soft and friendly voice even though he is trying to be as formal as possible with the new stranger
“Why sir, Mad Baggins is at the Green Dragon right now. In the West Farthing, continue on this road amd take a right on Bywater road. You see will see it there Sir” the young boulder bows and continues his patrol.
Hernd follows the path the way the kind halfling directed him
Noi
Noi continues driving the cart down the eastern road, Passing Buckland, when they came across some Boulders( hobbit police) patrolling on the road. It was well past sundown. The gentle breeze, carried with it a sense of opportunity.
A red headed halting stops the wagon by asking “Good Evening Master dwarf, where abouts are you headed?”
OOC assuming I am heading to Hobbiton?
"Good evening fine sir, I am delivering trade goods to a new venture in Hobbiton. I am hoping to make it before the final meal is served. Being so close, I would like a soft bed near a warm hearth with a roof to block the stars from waking me up. With the stars and moon being bright enough for my poor Dwarven eyes, with the cool breeze keeping the bugs at bay, it is very enjoyable to travel on a beautiful night like tonight."
Noi's internal warning is on alert. As he speaks he is using both insight +3 7 and perception +5 (Adv) 15 to be wary, his hands are near his weapons, as he deduces what is the biggest threat if these are not police.
It is hoped his honest speech is valid persuasion +1 19, maybe as a long shot Intimidation +1 16may come into play.
Hopefully I did enough
(Dakoh & Asta)
As Dakoh makes their way along the road, they come across a dwarf, who is coming down the Eastern Road. It is after sunset, and up ahead is a cart, and from the sound of voices. The local boulders are asking the cart owner something. How do you two meet?
“…and so you see, while of course the Goodchild family originated from the Shire, members of my branch haven’t ACTUALLY resided inside…the…boundaries…for…”, the hobbit Dakho pauses his explanation of family lineage to Asta mid-thought and slows his pace as his head tilts to give one ear a better opportunity to discern what’s a foot up ahead.
”Oi, mate, what you make of that? My eyes and I can’t tell nothing. But my ears and me say that’s something.”
(Pausing to allow Asta an opportunity to respond)
Asta raised her hand fairly confident the figures weren't rukhs.
" Hello there! You wouldn't happen to know the way to the Baggins household by any chance?"
As the form approached the others could see it was a warmly dressed dwarf, with long braided mutton chops, a bare chin, bronze skin and black long braided hair covered by a thick grey cloak.
The hobbit almost certainly couldn't tell, but as soon as Noi saw her he knew she was a woman dwarf....
OOC Having an advantage on Perception, it appears I rolled it wrong, I rolled a 20 and then a 6, so it would have been a 25.
Just as Noi finishes his statements, he hears (Dakoh & Asta) and then waves at those two.
"May I be allowed to leave fine sir, and find a place up a head to unload my weary wagon sore rear?"
(Noi the result of rolls simply tell the Boulders are being friendly and that honest in their intent. You also manage to hear that others approacing you as well.)
The bouders, hear the others approaching one steps to the side to answer the question.
Meanwhile the blonde harired hobbit lookds a Noi ans says" Why yes, if follow the road to Bywater, the Green Dragon Inn is a fine place to stop and rest for the NIght. We also have a famed, hobbit who likes to play riddle games on nights like this. Sorry if we held you up." They begin to walk on.
A young black haired hobbit probably 15 summers. looks over at the group. "Mad Baggins, I am sorry Master Baggins is at the Green Dragon tonight, playing a riddle game with those who will test him." he smiles at Dak, knowing the name Mad Baggins is inside joke. The young lad rejoins the watch and they continue down the road. The three of you have the opportunity to speak and to bond now.
Noi, calls to the retreating bouders, "thank you fine for the talk and the helpful advice."
Noi turns toward the approaching, Greetings fine travelers, are you heading toward Hobbitton? Noi looks at them with insight +3 10 (of course I do not what I roll until I hit post) You are welcome to ride with me. Noi sets his easily grabbed weapons (which are setup within the seat) moving them to the side away from the two strangers. He does make a bit of a "show" to show that he is not a complete buffoon offering rides to strangers.
Not sure if you heard, but you are looking for a Baggins? Yes? The bouder mentioned, "Master Baggins is at the Green Dragon tonight, playing a riddle game with those who will test him." Looking at the strangers, Noi offers, I will be glad to drop you off there before I go secure this wagon.
Ever so politely, “Evening Master Dwarf, I thank you kindly for the offer to ride, but I’m going to only partially accept. No meaning to offend your offer, but I can’t help sense a slight apprehension in your actions compared with your words. So if it’s all the same, and to show good faith on my part, would you extend your invitation to my pack? It is a burdensome load and refuses to account for its own mobility.”
Continuing to speak as he places the pack into the wagon among the wares, “You may call me Dakoh, though my family name is Goodchild. And while I haven’t disclosed yet my intentions for the night, If’n you are going to the Green Dragon Inn, I would work to persuade you to pop in for a drink yourself. The Green Dragon Breath is my favorite…” he looks the two dwarves over before continuing, “although you both look more likely to enjoy the 1404 Vintage Reserve.”