<font color=orchid>Kalam Easthome

"My sister is currently trying to get over the shock of the assassination attempt against her. She told me to tell you that she shall send for you when she is ready to see you."</font>

<font color=yellow>Robyn

Robyn chechked whether the pup was a boy or a girl.

"It is a boy. He shall be called Greywind then. I think it is time we moved on."</font>

Robyn and Turin took hold of the improvised bed and carried Roland on. From the lair of the wolves it was a two day journey and they were hindered by having to carry Roland so they would be able to make the journey in about two and a half days.

OOC: I shall check the scattered groups in the game for timeline issues and then post for the group when they get back. I don't plan anything (yet) to happen with them on the journey.

Greywind, the wolfpup

Greywind started feeling strange about half an hour after he eat all of the berries. He started to feel weaker and his stomach seemed to be in a bad situation. He was a few meters ahead of the group when he suddenly threw up the contents of his morning meal in the grass. Putting down the bed Roby walked over to him and then smelling the vomit she immediately realised what had happened.

<font color=yellow>"It seems Greywind has eaten all or most of my berries. He shall get over it soon, and it should be a good lesson for him not to eat any of my medical supplies.</font>

However since Greywind was pretty weak from the slight poisoning Robyn picked him up and placed him at Roland's feet on the litter, where the pup promptly fell asleep. And the group of three continued their journey.

OOC: Xen doesn't seem to be able to follow the roleplay too well, so until he is able to get back into it I am temporarily removing his character from the game.

For Bober:

Bober was just going to wait a few secons before following Kirûn down the winding staircase to check out the source of the smoke, but he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. A group of two dozen guards stood behind him. There were dwarves among them, who could actually tell the difference between other dwarves

<font color=blue>"Well, if it ain't Bober, you traitor."</font>-spat one of the dwarves at him.

A five minute long struggle followed at the end of which three of the guards lay dead on the ground and several of them got wounded, but Bober was captured and put into chains taken to a part of the stronghold, where dwarvish captives were held.

<font color="FF3300">Kirûn

Kirûn glanced in the direction of the approaching Terias and his unknown companion beyond the gated doorway and then back towards the catamose guards.

He spat on one hand and took a grip on his great battle-axe. Striding towards the guards he systematically proceeded to kill each with a quick stroke.

"No need to leave enemies behind," he muttered to himself.

Coming to the last, he hefted his axe for the fatal stroke, but stopped and dropped it to the floor with a huff. Hurriedly fishing out a rope from his pack, he flipped the man over and securely tied his hands and feet together, gagged him, and stripped him of all his weapons. Dragging him across to the wall, he plopped him there and went to retrieve his axe.

He moved back towards the gateway.

Warily keeping an eye behind him due to Bober's lack of appearing and hoping Therias wouldn't burn him to a cinder, he called out, "Therias, damn ye elf, I'm glad to see ye! Over here, on the other side of this portcullis, see if ye two can crank her open!"</font>

OOC: I still haven't gotten a reply to my question in the discussion thread from Cienden or from The Fallen One, but since I'll surely have future opportunities to smoothe out the timeline issues I shall move the game on for Turin and his group.

<font color=white>For Turin and group:

The journey backward was uneventful. A lone grey wolf had been seen on the horizon the second day of the journey, but it had been alone and no threat to the party. Thanks to the magical ring found in the silver wolves' lair Robyn and Turin managed to recover quite well, while Roland only had some of his deepest injuries which still hurt him, the rest became merely scars.

In the mid afternoon of the third day since they set out from the wolves' lair they spotted Lord Easthome's town. The guards at the gates recognized them and let them through.</font>

OOC: All signs of the fighting three days before had been erased, so Turin, Robyn and Roland are totally unaware of what had happened during their absence.

<font color=skyblue>Turin


The stout man was feeling good. He was ready to get on with his mission and eliminate the allies of Morgoth, and now that he had the confidence of the very man in charge of this city's evil, it would not be hard to begin.

Turin spoke to the nearest guard.

"We request a meeting with Lord Eatshome please. He will be expecting us."</font>

OOC: Roland can now walk, but is in pain when he does so.

For Turin

<font color=white>"Wait here please!"-said the guard and walked off into a small sidestreet.

Fifteen minutes later he came back.

"Follow me!"-he said, and led the group to the building where Lord Easthome had seen them previously. But they were taken to a small room at the back of the building. Maps and weapons were on display in the room. Lord Easthome was examining one of the maps when they entered the room.

</font><font color=lightgrey>"I was expecting you to get back yesterday. But I see that you have the furs. Did you perchance encounter any trouble?"</font>

<font color=skyblue>Turin

"No trouble that the three of us could not handle with the experience and resources that we are equipped with. These wolves put up a valiant fight, and died in honor against us.

Now we expect you to hold true to your end of the agreement."</font>

<font color=lightgrey>Lord Easthome

"As far as I can remember the agreement was that you keep half the furs and the rest get distributed to the poor. I see that you have brought seven wolf furs back. I say you keep four of them. But my question is how would you distribute three wolf furs among several hundred people?"