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Quest against the Darkmaster (PbP)

[I think, without constructing a story set in some earlier age (and I haven't at this time), Dwarves and Elves are amicable with each other. I have learned in my modern gaming not to perpetuate those traditional "prejudices," though of course they come second nature to me because of my origins in Tolkien and in MERP.

[Let's say that there might be lore to be got here with the Dwarves. I think it's fair that everything you have typed and considered are rumors from lore that was discussed in the Council of Elvendale, but none of this is certain. All that is certain, at this point, is that Logi's Hammer must be obtained before the Black Smith of Hell gets his hands on it!]

The sounds of sawing and chopping become almost deafening, and, though the fellowship veritably walks right into a logging camp -- or at least the site of logging -- which is full of dwarves trimming in trees, chopping and sawing at their trunks, and loading into carts that are drawn by large teams of tired-looking mules, none of them seem to notice the fellowship, so intent are the dwarves on their work. Or perhaps they are willfully not noticing you.

At last a dwarf -- his beard is short and knotted around peculiar lengths of wood like long hairpins -- turns to the lead of the fellowship and waves and shouts, "You there! Out of the way! This is a work site! If you wander around like that, you're going to get brained by a crashing tree!"

The fellowship moves away from the activity, Leofred calling out "Apologies, you are the first we have met after passing through the woods.".  After a pause to see if any dwarf inquires of them, if none does they will continue on their way.  Gyantwaka will drop behind and keep an eye out for anyone following.

If they continue, they will follow whatever path leads from the camp to the west - presumably they must haul the timber away to some place.

 

 

For sure!

The fellowship soon finds themselves behind a laden, lumbering wagon. Three dwarves walk alongside the logs, monitoring them lest they roll and fall. As the others at the camp, none of these dwarves even glance back at the fellowship behind them.

Do you mean "not one"?

If so the fellowship follows at a distance safe from any rolling logs.

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Gabe Dybing

Yep! Happened to be just changing it! 🙂

Soon the loggers branch off to a distant sawmill at a stream babbling out of the hills, which, beyond the cover of the trees, now rise up before you. It so happens that at this time, at the Y in the road, other traffic comes down the road towards you. It is a party of dwarves, a merchant caravan by the look of it (guards and such and covered wagons), probably headed for Andorast.

The fellowship will not force any interactions with dwarfs until they reach a community, hopefully they will do so before travelling the 10 km left in their travel this day in the rough hills.

[The mythic result suggested this area is 25 km across]

Quote from Gabe Dybing on July 28, 2021, 2:49 am

Soon the loggers branch off to a distant sawmill at a stream babbling out of the hills, which, beyond the cover of the trees, now rise up before you. It so happens that at this time, at the Y in the road, other traffic comes down the road towards you. It is a party of dwarves, a merchant caravan by the look of it (guards and such and covered wagons), probably headed for Andorast.

Skip the above.  Leofred hails the merchant caravan, "Well met, the peace of the road to you."

  • A common greeting of travelers meeting each other, once upon a time it would have been "the High King's peace" (or High Queen's depending on the office holder of the moment) for keeping roads safe was part of a royal mandate and his decree to warring/greedy barons etc. was that no one travelling on a road should be the subject of attack, detention or tariff. Alas, those days are gone, but the Evening Star does what it can.

Also with no racial enmity, order will be different, Leofred (breastplate advertising affiliation) and Ultan in front, then Gwehild leading pony and Gyantwaka, still a box.

“Ah, a member of the Evening Star. Well met! I feel safer now to see you have patrolled the road thus far. Are you a personal escort for these… travelers? What trade do you bring to the Hills? If no trade, what is the purpose of your journey here.”

The speaker clearly is a dwarf merchant, his beard richly braided, wearing a red felt wide-brimmed hat as proof against the sun, riding a short, long-haired palfrey. The merchant leads his wagons, but dwarf guards, on foot, walk nearby and just behind.

Leofred (by pre-arrangement with Ultan), responds,

I am  Leofred Aelredson a knight of the Order of the Evening Star and with me is woman-at-arms, Gwenhild, of that order, our Leshak scout Gyantwaka, and the mage Ultan of Elvendale, who we have brought though the eastern wood."

Ultan, "We come in search of a loremaster among your folk who would know of ancient times.  My folk have half the answer to a riddle and we hope a learned dwarf would hold the other half".

Leofred, "Though we did not come by the road from the south, as a Knight of the Evening Star I must warn bandits have become more common on the road. Sadly, even in the region close to Andorast there are ‘strangely well-informed’ bandits at work and you would do well to keep your guard up even as you near it."