Lord of the Rings - The First Age

[Imp]

Spoiler:

General RP question: How does time work. Could it be one time for one character and another time for another? Is there a constant time throughout the game? And if that is the case, how do sleep?

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

There's different times for different characters, however, you are all within a day of each other.

Duruza, you can describe the party other than the Captain. I'll DM an event soon, involving the small squad of orcs.

[Imp]

Spoiler:

Okay thank you

Dwanum awakened and checked to see if the hospitable man was awake.

[POMC S117]

Beleg was nowhere to be seen in the house. He had left some breakfast, some clothes and supplies on the table with a bag of money. Beside the stack of objects was a note, telling the Dwarves to take the stuff.

[Imp]

Shama started eating as Dwanum read the note. He smiled. "He was a great person he thought" He wrote a thank you note back to Beleg. Dwanum hearded Shama away from Beleg's cuboards and packed his bag with the food, clothes, supplies and gold. He left the home with Shama and started back on their hike to The Blue Mountains, in search for Belegost.

[POMC S117]

Beleg came back to his house and found the couple gone. He read the note and contented himself with knowing that he had helped some innocent dwarves.

[Imp]

Shama and Dwanum found a village. Dwanum was starting to grow a beard and didn't think anyone would recognize him. He walked into the village and hoped for a market. He found a shop and walked in.

[POMC S117]

The owner of the shop was a dishevelled and decrepit man. He had rings and bags around his eyes and smelt of elderberries. A stragly ginger beard that was packed with dirt hang under his mouth.

Spoiler:

A cookie for reference.

[Imp]

Spoiler:

I haven't read or saw LOTR for a long time. I have no idea.

"Hello sir" Dwanum said. "What kind of items do you sell here?"

[POMC S117]

"Pickaxes, axes, food." He grunted, picking his nails and flicking the dirt onto the grimy counter.

[Imp]

"Food?" Shama asked. "What do you have to eat?"

[POMC S117]

"Bread, eggs, meat." He barked, now combing through his beard with his dirty fingers. "Want some?"

[OblivionDuruza]

The patrol consisted of about a score of Elves, including archers from the House of the Swallow and other soldiers form the House of the Hammer of Wrath and the House of the Harp.

[Imp]

"Were good. I think I will be on my..." Dwanum was cut off. Shama again looked hungry, with an excited look on her face. "A pound of meat please. Oh and some eggs. Why not some bread too."

[POMC S117]

Finwe commanded an aura of importance and pride. His hair was like golden fields of wheat, luscious and lively. His eyes were blue gems, twinkling in the sky. His nose was straight and long, in typical elf fashion, and his face was pure and unblemished. He was proud but not vain, and had worked to get to where he was. He was a part of the House of Hador, and related to many famous people, namely Beren and his wife. His sword was hand-crafted from the purest gold and inscribed with markings of dragons and eagles, A small light emitted from the long, curved blade.

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The grimy man licked his unsanitary fingers. "Some food coming right up." And he disappeared behind the counter.

[The-Shadow-One]

Spoiler:

...wait wth? my char shall set up camp for tonight

Renraku and Neptu came across a small abandoned hut, Umbra flutters in and sits on a old dusty table, 2 beds are near by, "looks like a nice place to stay" renraku observes and puts his weapons by his bed for the night.

[POMC S117]

Two orcs marched into the hut. They were just as surprised as the two adventurers.

[Imp]

As the man dissapeared behind the counter, Dwaman pushed Shama out the door and they left the village, on the road again.

[The-Shadow-One]

Renraku sighs "i guess we need to kill you now dont we.." he said trying to be diplomatic. "or you can walk off and leave us alone."

[POMC S117]

The orc grinned and charged, swinging his sword madly.

[The-Shadow-One]

Renraku sighs again "boom.". Neptu goes to stab both orcs, one with a lance, the other with the sword

[POMC S117]

The larger orc, the smarter one, ducked in time and the sword swung over his head by inches. His team-mate, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky and was speared in the eye. With a gurgle, he collpased and died.

The survivor took a step back and clipped Renraku around the leg, cutting into his skin.

[Imp]

As the duo went along, they saw the mountains as a blue mist on the horizon. They smiled at eachother and went along. They saw an abandoned hut and heard noise coming from it. They didn't go in but stood close by, to see who came out alive.

[The-Shadow-One]

Renraku looks at the orc and places his hand on the head. "Burn in hell my friend" he said while trying to blast a fire spell to sear away his face.

[Imp]

Dwanum and Shama heard screams coming from the shack. They silently went closer to the shack. Shama holding her sword and Dwanum with his, and his pick.