The group set out from the Shire, across the plains until the finally reached their first place of rest in Rivendell. They were greeted by Elrond and the elves, as well as Galadriel who was visiting and has foreseen their Journey.
The group makes their way through the mountain pass after a day’s rest. They then come to the Greenwood, the southern part of which was starting to be renamed Mirkwood, and enter it. A foul feeling comes over them as they begin their Journey into the Darkness of the dense forest. Isumbras feels weakened but musters his strength to help motivate the others. Soon they see giant spiders in the near distance, and he quickly signals the others to move silently as possible to avoid them and continue up a winding path through the woods.
Dristain: ~ Looks around warily, seeing the Spawn of Ungoliant off to the right, but they are so quiet, not just the three hobbits, but even the dwarven king, that they are not noticed by the living horrors.~
Isumbras Took: A green and unsightly mist falls around them. The uneasy feeling deepens, and they become disorientated for a time. "FOCUS! FOCUS ON MY VOICE!" ~ he screams loudly. "Focus on not a single thing but where I walk, and what I Say!”
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~(Cindi is not normally afraid of anything, but she feels fear in this dark loathsome forest), and looks to Dristain for strength and comfort. (She draws comfort from knowing that her strong, swift, skillful archer boyfriend is behind her cart and literally 'has her back'.)
Isumbras Took: They reach a bridge. It is a old bridge build by elves. Crumbling in some areas, but still passable. "One cart at a time. I do not think this will hold us all up at a once." The Thain moves first, followed by the Dwarf escort, then Hyacinth , and her aids." ..... As the last pass, the bridge begins to crumble....... they almost stumble on their footing but finally reach the edge before a larger part falls to the water below. They twisted and wound around the dark passages in Mirkwood. "FOCUS FOCUS, IGNORE THE ILLUSIONS YOU SEE> FOCUS FOCUS .. f...o.c..uzz" The thain pauses, looking around, eyes darting.... seeing themselves ahead... then behind them... Where is he? Who is he... who are those hobbits, and dwarves ahead... and...behind? "Loooook! it's the shire! I think we are heading back to the shire!" ~ his head spins again. "No wait. It... it is dale is it not? but why is Dale here?"
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~Looks around (with a sick foggy headed sensation that up is down and down is up, and with no idea at all which way was ahead along the trail.)
Dristain: ~kept slapping and hitting himself (to keep himself in the here and now, it was hard work remaining grounded and alert, but he was managing it, barely.)
Kavarek Khurin: ~ the dwarf king hears a voice. (come heerrrr. This wayyy)~ it echoes in his head. "Ayyye I hear someone, they are trying to guide us out!! Move move move to it."
Isumbras Took: ~ The Thain hears it as well" Yes let us move this way" ~ he leads them forward.
Dristain: "Not toward it, I feel a fell presence behind it."
Isumbras Took: They continue forward and down another turn, passed a statue of an elven maiden. "An elf statue, maybe it is the elves leading us out!" They move around the side of a stream and cliff edge, moving towards the voice..... " Yes, the elves!" Then turn the corner then hear it louder... deeper then..............
Dristain: ~ He slaps his own face hard to wake himself. The mind-bending magic was much stronger here by the river.
Orzog: "Cooommeee HERE!" ~ the Large, Defiler Orc calls them.... Unaffected by the dark magic over the woods. Using it to bend their minds with his voice. "Come come travelers... come"......... "COME TO YOUR DEATH!"
A short time passes in which the travelers moved toward the river, the turning, follow the river's bank.
Orzog: "Hear the voice of your liberator! The liberator of your life!"
Isumbras Took: The Thain feels a large stick hit his head and a laugh. It snaps him out of the delusion. His scream snaps the others out of theirs, as the Thain hits the ground and goes unconscious.
Kavarek Khurin: The dwarf snaps out of it... see's the orc "That is no ELF!.... It's a bloody piece of vile meat bag!" ~ he grabs his axe from his back. Signals the others to ready their weapons.... and the battle begins against the war hardened Defiler.
A battle Commences, Dristain begins firing arrows at the huge orc, while King Kavarek engages him close up. Be despite the dwarf king’s great strength and battle skill, he soon fell unconscious and near death. Dristain continued to fire from behind, while Cindi grabs her heavy cast-iron skillet that was her only weapon. With power uncommon for a hobbit, she laid blow after blow upon the orc, taking but minor wounds herself, until he too fell to the earth. She spat upon him before turning to help the others who had fallen.
[12:54] Orzog: ~ the orc takes a hard hit but get's back to his feet. "This is not over. I will crush you!"
The orc renewed his attack with a sort of battle frenzy. King Kavarek had revived and between him and the two hobbits, they soundly felled the orc twice more, until he rose no more.
Isumbras Took: ~ The Thain was able to recover following the attack. His head cleared from the illusions of Mirkwood. They continue forward, and come across an injured man from Dale lying on the ground, clearly injured by the orc as well.
Kavarek Khurin: They then see a large man-like person approach
Beorn: "Hobbit folk, and dwarf, you are injured. I am Beorn. My home is close, just to the end of this path. Come, let me help you and you can rest safe within my walls and eat." Then he saw an injured human man on the ground as well. "Let us bring this one too. I have healing herbs and salves."
Isumbras Took: They arrive at the tall man’s home and place the carts in a safe spot. They then go inside to recover.
Kavarek Khurin: The dwarf smells an over whelming scent of Honey, which would explain all the hives near the home. He notices large pots of them stacked in a corner. "You must love Honey. I have never in my life seen so much."
Beorn: ~Stands tall before the burning hearth and faces his guests. "Welcome to my home, shirelings, atani and khuzd. You are welcome here. Had I known you were traveling this way, I would have met you at the western gate and a large brown bear would have walked with you and helped protect you from the Trash of Morgoth and Sauron. Rest now and eat." he went to the table and after a short bit, brought platters with thick slices of bread, slathered in sweet cream butter and honey. "Eat now." he followed these with tankards of fresh milk. "And Drink".
Christova: The Dale scout recovers in a warm bed provided by the host. He smells the Honey and bread, and his hunger overcomes him. "Food, I have not eaten in days!" ~He gets up, and stumbles towards them. eyes looking up at the host in a grateful manner "I am so hungry. Thank you, we have been suffering so much in my land".
Kavarek Khurin: "I wish there were some meat, but I know of this man. While he distrusts other Dwarves, he is friend to our line. He does not eat meat of any animal, only honey, cream, nuts, and fruit". His stomach makes a noise "the cream and nuts will do fine."
Dristain: "In What land do you dwell sir?" he said to the human.
Christova: "I am from Dale, from where I know you are heading. I tried to come to help you on your trip to aid us, but...That orc attacked me, and toyed with me like prey, and left me injured...laughing as he walked away..."
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~Had taken some minor injury from the orc's attacks and was holding a wound under pressure to stop the bleeding. She listened vacantly to the conversation, (but did not have strength to add anything.)
Kavarek Khurin: "nasty creatures they are. Unpredictable. Be glad they left you alive, but it seems more to leave you suffering and embarrassed". The dwarven King knows those Orcs have no decency but are pure darkness. "The only good orc is the one used for target practice and split by a Dwarven axe".
Beorn: ~Beorn, seeing the injuries, brought herbal healing salves and fresh linen cloth to treat and bandage their wounds. He went from patient to patient cleaning the wounds with clean cloth soaked in infusions of mint and other cleansing herbs, then rubbing herbal salves into them gently and binding them with fresh linen. "Master Dwarf King, Perhaps some good cheese would do you well." - (while he did not kill and eat animals, he was not without compassion for those who depended on them for strength.)
Isumbras Took: "Lady Hyacinth, what is wrong, you seem like you are in pain".
Hyacinth Mellowmead: "Oh, just a bad cut in my side, just the skin, not any of my insides." ~when Beorn came to clean, annoint, and bind her wound (she felt deep gratitude) and smiled to him.
Dristain: ~allowed the big man to treat his wound, mostly cuts and gashes on his arms
Christova: The Dale scout finishes eating, feeling great relief of hunger, but his stomach was still in discomfort from being empty so long. However, he knew others were waiting for the aid. Food ran down to scraps to feed all in the kingdom, even the orphans "I know some are injured, but Dale cannot wait much longer, many are getting sick and starving." he starts to tremble. I ask if the big man can help pull the main cart, and the dwarf the other, so the others will not worsen their injury, then we can make the final leg of the journey around and to Dale."
Kavarek Khurin: "Aye we will rest a bit more then move on, as long as our host agrees to help. This cheese, I have never had such good cheese. We must have more for Erebor!"
Beorn: "I can share the leaven I use to make it. It is a particular strain I cultivate. I cannot make enough for all of the allied realms, but you may make similar cheese with the leaven I will give you." he nodded to the man of Dale. "I will pull a cart and accompany you the rest of the way. Between my home and Dale the forest is still the Greenwood and clear of the foul things of the Enemy. Between Thranduil's people and mine, we keep it that way."
Kavarek Khurin: "Let us head out. We must get this food to the people of Dale".
Isumbras Took: "Yes we can do our best." The pain increased but he pushes on. They gather their carts, and head out. Further down the road, they approach what appears to be an old, hooded man, much like a priest from a temple of Aulë'. "Good day sir, how do you fair?" The Thain asked the humble man.
Mithrandir: The ‘humble man’, as they called him, was not such a simple humble man. He was a Maia, oe of the Istari, not yet known to the races of Middle Earth, except a few originally from Valinor, such as the Noldor Galadriel. He was but a being of energy with no true form as of yet. Appearing before them. Then he spoke. "Oh, fine travelers.... I am a humble man, A hungry man. May I ask for some food from you to help me for the week ahead?"
Hyacinth Mellowmead: "Oh you poor man. Of course." ~ She grabbed an unused burlap sack and rummaging in her cart, pulled together a sackful of nutritious foods: cheese, some dried bread, fruit, nuts, and jerked meat. "Here you are Grandfather." ~She handed him the sack and smiled with genuine concern.
Kavarek Khurin: "Humm well... I guess it is ok. You are not an Orc, so that is good. We are aiding the people of Dale but can spare some as she has provided". The dwarf has been on edge lately.
Beorn: ~ studied the old man with interest. (There was much more to him than he appeared to be.)
Christova: “A little couldn't hurt. There is enough, our people know how to make food last"
Isumbras Took: "I agree, we need to aid those we can. Take it sir and enjoy."
Dristain: ~Regarded the old man with sympathy, but was impatient to complete their journey. Still, helping a stranger is what Lady Goldenhair, the Vali Yavanna would want.
Mithrandir: The maia peered at the Beorning, knowing his kind are very perceptive and gifted with great senses. Then smiled "Thank you kindly my friends. You have shown great generosity, a trait that is important. Your unity also is to be admired, as it will come to serve you well in the times ahead. It is important you all remain strong." The old man as they see, reaches into a bag he carried, or at least, now carries. "Take this gift for each of you. Drink it, it will heal wounds and give strength of body. It is a special gift rarely ever given out. May it make you strong for whatever dark storm may be on the horizon." The Maia handed it to them, as a soft radiant light came off his translucent hands. "Be well my friends, and thank you" The Maia, a simple humble man to them, hooded and mild, turned and walked away. Then faded as if he were a mist of fog, lifted by the sun.
Isumbras Took: "His hands". The Hobbit rubs his eyes "Did you see his hands?"
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~Received the small bottle with reverence, seeing the radiance emanating from the man's skin. She took a small swallow of the liquid (and felt warm healing energy spread immediately through her, her pain subside, and her heart feel strong again. She felt joy.)
Isumbras Took: "I Don't hurt! The pain is gone... My wound... My head ... it no longer is there!" (The hobbit feels amazing.) "Who was that man? What was that man?"
Beorn: "I know not, but I sense we will see much of him in the ages to come, mostly in times of great need."
Christova: The scout suddenly felt strong and started running around. "he was something I cannot explain... that just made our trip a whole lot easier."
Cristia Landeron: "They have arrived" Cristia, the Tavern owner and head of council yelled to her people. "The aid has arrived!!!! Get it to the mill for processing!"
HunterBronwell: ~ A guardsman rushed toward the incoming caravan. "Friends, welcome. I have been watching for your coming. Wait...you are injured." he said with alarm seeing their bloody bandages.
Kavarek Khurin: "Our blood is not a concern now. We are healed… That is another story to be told once settled. Let us get these supplies to the tavern and grains to the mill for processing, and other items stored. We will need to make dinners for the folk of Dale".
Cristia Landeron: "Yes. Let us get it done. I will prepare the kitchen to cook a feast for our people." She runs to the tavern.
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~Began unloading her cart, remarking at how strong she felt after such an arduous journey. "Sacks of grain to the mill, produce, cheese and ale to the tavern."
Isumbras Took: "We have done well, with help from our tall friend, each other, and that mysterious man. Now let us celebrate and help prepare the feast! We will stay in Dale two days, then Journey home to the shire."
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~After unloading and seeing that everyone took everything whither it belonged. She headed to the tavern herself. "I will help Miss Cristia get some food prepared for all the folk in Dale. A hearty meal after a long dearth."
Dristain: "Perhaps I should help the ladies, or maybe it would be better to stand watch here on the road. What do you think good Thain?" ~He looked around, but the Thain had vanished. "Stand guard I suppose."
Cristia Landeron: "The meals are ready! Thank you for your help Hyacinth. Finally relief. With the added guards from Minas Tirith, as well as the Dwarves Patrolling., and now the food. Dale is finally feeling great joy again. MAY THE FEAST BEGIN!".
((Kavarek Khurin thanked all OOC for their participation in this full-sim event.))
RP Log of the Caravan Roleplay Event
The group set out from the Shire, across the plains until the finally reached their first place of rest in Rivendell. They were greeted by Elrond and the elves, as well as Galadriel who was visiting and has foreseen their Journey.
The group makes their way through the mountain pass after a day’s rest. They then come to the Greenwood, the southern part of which was starting to be renamed Mirkwood, and enter it. A foul feeling comes over them as they begin their Journey into the Darkness of the dense forest. Isumbras feels weakened but musters his strength to help motivate the others. Soon they see giant spiders in the near distance, and he quickly signals the others to move silently as possible to avoid them and continue up a winding path through the woods.
Dristain: ~ Looks around warily, seeing the Spawn of Ungoliant off to the right, but they are so quiet, not just the three hobbits, but even the dwarven king, that they are not noticed by the living horrors.~
Isumbras Took: A green and unsightly mist falls around them. The uneasy feeling deepens, and they become disorientated for a time. "FOCUS! FOCUS ON MY VOICE!" ~ he screams loudly. "Focus on not a single thing but where I walk, and what I Say!”
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~(Cindi is not normally afraid of anything, but she feels fear in this dark loathsome forest), and looks to Dristain for strength and comfort. (She draws comfort from knowing that her strong, swift, skillful archer boyfriend is behind her cart and literally 'has her back'.)
Isumbras Took: They reach a bridge. It is a old bridge build by elves. Crumbling in some areas, but still passable. "One cart at a time. I do not think this will hold us all up at a once." The Thain moves first, followed by the Dwarf escort, then Hyacinth , and her aids." ..... As the last pass, the bridge begins to crumble....... they almost stumble on their footing but finally reach the edge before a larger part falls to the water below. They twisted and wound around the dark passages in Mirkwood. "FOCUS FOCUS, IGNORE THE ILLUSIONS YOU SEE> FOCUS FOCUS .. f...o.c..uzz" The thain pauses, looking around, eyes darting.... seeing themselves ahead... then behind them... Where is he? Who is he... who are those hobbits, and dwarves ahead... and...behind? "Loooook! it's the shire! I think we are heading back to the shire!" ~ his head spins again. "No wait. It... it is dale is it not? but why is Dale here?"
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~Looks around (with a sick foggy headed sensation that up is down and down is up, and with no idea at all which way was ahead along the trail.)
Dristain: ~kept slapping and hitting himself (to keep himself in the here and now, it was hard work remaining grounded and alert, but he was managing it, barely.)
Kavarek Khurin: ~ the dwarf king hears a voice. (come heerrrr. This wayyy)~ it echoes in his head. "Ayyye I hear someone, they are trying to guide us out!! Move move move to it."
Isumbras Took: ~ The Thain hears it as well" Yes let us move this way" ~ he leads them forward.
Dristain: "Not toward it, I feel a fell presence behind it."
Isumbras Took: They continue forward and down another turn, passed a statue of an elven maiden. "An elf statue, maybe it is the elves leading us out!" They move around the side of a stream and cliff edge, moving towards the voice..... " Yes, the elves!" Then turn the corner then hear it louder... deeper then..............
Dristain: ~ He slaps his own face hard to wake himself. The mind-bending magic was much stronger here by the river.
Orzog: "Cooommeee HERE!" ~ the Large, Defiler Orc calls them.... Unaffected by the dark magic over the woods. Using it to bend their minds with his voice. "Come come travelers... come"......... "COME TO YOUR DEATH!"
A short time passes in which the travelers moved toward the river, the turning, follow the river's bank.
Orzog: "Hear the voice of your liberator! The liberator of your life!"
Isumbras Took: The Thain feels a large stick hit his head and a laugh. It snaps him out of the delusion. His scream snaps the others out of theirs, as the Thain hits the ground and goes unconscious.
Kavarek Khurin: The dwarf snaps out of it... see's the orc "That is no ELF!.... It's a bloody piece of vile meat bag!" ~ he grabs his axe from his back. Signals the others to ready their weapons.... and the battle begins against the war hardened Defiler.
A battle Commences, Dristain begins firing arrows at the huge orc, while King Kavarek engages him close up. Be despite the dwarf king’s great strength and battle skill, he soon fell unconscious and near death. Dristain continued to fire from behind, while Cindi grabs her heavy cast-iron skillet that was her only weapon. With power uncommon for a hobbit, she laid blow after blow upon the orc, taking but minor wounds herself, until he too fell to the earth. She spat upon him before turning to help the others who had fallen.
[12:54] Orzog: ~ the orc takes a hard hit but get's back to his feet. "This is not over. I will crush you!"
The orc renewed his attack with a sort of battle frenzy. King Kavarek had revived and between him and the two hobbits, they soundly felled the orc twice more, until he rose no more.
Isumbras Took: ~ The Thain was able to recover following the attack. His head cleared from the illusions of Mirkwood. They continue forward, and come across an injured man from Dale lying on the ground, clearly injured by the orc as well.
Kavarek Khurin: They then see a large man-like person approach
Beorn: "Hobbit folk, and dwarf, you are injured. I am Beorn. My home is close, just to the end of this path. Come, let me help you and you can rest safe within my walls and eat." Then he saw an injured human man on the ground as well. "Let us bring this one too. I have healing herbs and salves."
Isumbras Took: They arrive at the tall man’s home and place the carts in a safe spot. They then go inside to recover.
Kavarek Khurin: The dwarf smells an over whelming scent of Honey, which would explain all the hives near the home. He notices large pots of them stacked in a corner. "You must love Honey. I have never in my life seen so much."
Beorn: ~Stands tall before the burning hearth and faces his guests. "Welcome to my home, shirelings, atani and khuzd. You are welcome here. Had I known you were traveling this way, I would have met you at the western gate and a large brown bear would have walked with you and helped protect you from the Trash of Morgoth and Sauron. Rest now and eat." he went to the table and after a short bit, brought platters with thick slices of bread, slathered in sweet cream butter and honey. "Eat now." he followed these with tankards of fresh milk. "And Drink".
Christova: The Dale scout recovers in a warm bed provided by the host. He smells the Honey and bread, and his hunger overcomes him. "Food, I have not eaten in days!" ~He gets up, and stumbles towards them. eyes looking up at the host in a grateful manner "I am so hungry. Thank you, we have been suffering so much in my land".
Kavarek Khurin: "I wish there were some meat, but I know of this man. While he distrusts other Dwarves, he is friend to our line. He does not eat meat of any animal, only honey, cream, nuts, and fruit". His stomach makes a noise "the cream and nuts will do fine."
Dristain: "In What land do you dwell sir?" he said to the human.
Christova: "I am from Dale, from where I know you are heading. I tried to come to help you on your trip to aid us, but...That orc attacked me, and toyed with me like prey, and left me injured...laughing as he walked away..."
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~Had taken some minor injury from the orc's attacks and was holding a wound under pressure to stop the bleeding. She listened vacantly to the conversation, (but did not have strength to add anything.)
Kavarek Khurin: "nasty creatures they are. Unpredictable. Be glad they left you alive, but it seems more to leave you suffering and embarrassed". The dwarven King knows those Orcs have no decency but are pure darkness. "The only good orc is the one used for target practice and split by a Dwarven axe".
Beorn: ~Beorn, seeing the injuries, brought herbal healing salves and fresh linen cloth to treat and bandage their wounds. He went from patient to patient cleaning the wounds with clean cloth soaked in infusions of mint and other cleansing herbs, then rubbing herbal salves into them gently and binding them with fresh linen. "Master Dwarf King, Perhaps some good cheese would do you well." - (while he did not kill and eat animals, he was not without compassion for those who depended on them for strength.)
Isumbras Took: "Lady Hyacinth, what is wrong, you seem like you are in pain".
Hyacinth Mellowmead: "Oh, just a bad cut in my side, just the skin, not any of my insides." ~when Beorn came to clean, annoint, and bind her wound (she felt deep gratitude) and smiled to him.
Dristain: ~allowed the big man to treat his wound, mostly cuts and gashes on his arms
Christova: The Dale scout finishes eating, feeling great relief of hunger, but his stomach was still in discomfort from being empty so long. However, he knew others were waiting for the aid. Food ran down to scraps to feed all in the kingdom, even the orphans "I know some are injured, but Dale cannot wait much longer, many are getting sick and starving." he starts to tremble. I ask if the big man can help pull the main cart, and the dwarf the other, so the others will not worsen their injury, then we can make the final leg of the journey around and to Dale."
Kavarek Khurin: "Aye we will rest a bit more then move on, as long as our host agrees to help. This cheese, I have never had such good cheese. We must have more for Erebor!"
Beorn: "I can share the leaven I use to make it. It is a particular strain I cultivate. I cannot make enough for all of the allied realms, but you may make similar cheese with the leaven I will give you." he nodded to the man of Dale. "I will pull a cart and accompany you the rest of the way. Between my home and Dale the forest is still the Greenwood and clear of the foul things of the Enemy. Between Thranduil's people and mine, we keep it that way."
Kavarek Khurin: "Let us head out. We must get this food to the people of Dale".
Isumbras Took: "Yes we can do our best." The pain increased but he pushes on. They gather their carts, and head out. Further down the road, they approach what appears to be an old, hooded man, much like a priest from a temple of Aulë'. "Good day sir, how do you fair?" The Thain asked the humble man.
Mithrandir: The ‘humble man’, as they called him, was not such a simple humble man. He was a Maia, oe of the Istari, not yet known to the races of Middle Earth, except a few originally from Valinor, such as the Noldor Galadriel. He was but a being of energy with no true form as of yet. Appearing before them. Then he spoke. "Oh, fine travelers.... I am a humble man, A hungry man. May I ask for some food from you to help me for the week ahead?"
Hyacinth Mellowmead: "Oh you poor man. Of course." ~ She grabbed an unused burlap sack and rummaging in her cart, pulled together a sackful of nutritious foods: cheese, some dried bread, fruit, nuts, and jerked meat. "Here you are Grandfather." ~She handed him the sack and smiled with genuine concern.
Kavarek Khurin: "Humm well... I guess it is ok. You are not an Orc, so that is good. We are aiding the people of Dale but can spare some as she has provided". The dwarf has been on edge lately.
Beorn: ~ studied the old man with interest. (There was much more to him than he appeared to be.)
Christova: “A little couldn't hurt. There is enough, our people know how to make food last"
Isumbras Took: "I agree, we need to aid those we can. Take it sir and enjoy."
Dristain: ~Regarded the old man with sympathy, but was impatient to complete their journey. Still, helping a stranger is what Lady Goldenhair, the Vali Yavanna would want.
Mithrandir: The maia peered at the Beorning, knowing his kind are very perceptive and gifted with great senses. Then smiled "Thank you kindly my friends. You have shown great generosity, a trait that is important. Your unity also is to be admired, as it will come to serve you well in the times ahead. It is important you all remain strong." The old man as they see, reaches into a bag he carried, or at least, now carries. "Take this gift for each of you. Drink it, it will heal wounds and give strength of body. It is a special gift rarely ever given out. May it make you strong for whatever dark storm may be on the horizon." The Maia handed it to them, as a soft radiant light came off his translucent hands. "Be well my friends, and thank you" The Maia, a simple humble man to them, hooded and mild, turned and walked away. Then faded as if he were a mist of fog, lifted by the sun.
Isumbras Took: "His hands". The Hobbit rubs his eyes "Did you see his hands?"
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~Received the small bottle with reverence, seeing the radiance emanating from the man's skin. She took a small swallow of the liquid (and felt warm healing energy spread immediately through her, her pain subside, and her heart feel strong again. She felt joy.)
Isumbras Took: "I Don't hurt! The pain is gone... My wound... My head ... it no longer is there!" (The hobbit feels amazing.) "Who was that man? What was that man?"
Beorn: "I know not, but I sense we will see much of him in the ages to come, mostly in times of great need."
Christova: The scout suddenly felt strong and started running around. "he was something I cannot explain... that just made our trip a whole lot easier."
Cristia Landeron: "They have arrived" Cristia, the Tavern owner and head of council yelled to her people. "The aid has arrived!!!! Get it to the mill for processing!"
HunterBronwell: ~ A guardsman rushed toward the incoming caravan. "Friends, welcome. I have been watching for your coming. Wait...you are injured." he said with alarm seeing their bloody bandages.
Kavarek Khurin: "Our blood is not a concern now. We are healed… That is another story to be told once settled. Let us get these supplies to the tavern and grains to the mill for processing, and other items stored. We will need to make dinners for the folk of Dale".
Cristia Landeron: "Yes. Let us get it done. I will prepare the kitchen to cook a feast for our people." She runs to the tavern.
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~Began unloading her cart, remarking at how strong she felt after such an arduous journey. "Sacks of grain to the mill, produce, cheese and ale to the tavern."
Isumbras Took: "We have done well, with help from our tall friend, each other, and that mysterious man. Now let us celebrate and help prepare the feast! We will stay in Dale two days, then Journey home to the shire."
Hyacinth Mellowmead: ~After unloading and seeing that everyone took everything whither it belonged. She headed to the tavern herself. "I will help Miss Cristia get some food prepared for all the folk in Dale. A hearty meal after a long dearth."
Dristain: "Perhaps I should help the ladies, or maybe it would be better to stand watch here on the road. What do you think good Thain?" ~He looked around, but the Thain had vanished. "Stand guard I suppose."
Cristia Landeron: "The meals are ready! Thank you for your help Hyacinth. Finally relief. With the added guards from Minas Tirith, as well as the Dwarves Patrolling., and now the food. Dale is finally feeling great joy again. MAY THE FEAST BEGIN!".
((Kavarek Khurin thanked all OOC for their participation in this full-sim event.))