The arrows struck down with a terrifying shriek cutting down the four men running ahead of her. She stumbled over their bodies just barely dodging the swing of the Oruk’s blade. The beast roared and swung downward. Temrin rolled avoiding the attack and was back on her feet sword drawn. As their lades clashed in the stormy winds and powerful rain showers, Temrin thought back on the events leading up to what she felt would soon be her end . . .

“I’m a warden, saving lives in remote places be whats I do best.” Temrin replied smugly.

“That is good to hear. Much evil has begun to pour over the border of Angmar into the North Downs, and it is only a matter of time before the defenses at Trestlebridge fail.” Saaradan declared. “If you are willing, I would ask that you aid them before all hope is lost.”

“Consider it done.”

Temrin mounted on to her horse and road north without a moments pause. As she road, she had met up with four other wardens and a guardian, all headed north in an effort to stem the coming storm. Dark, ominous clouds had begun to form up over the mountains ahead, and it sent shivers down her spine.

“I dunna think this’ll be so hard. Orcs are weak compared to Dwarven might!” The guardian exclaimed flexing his right arm.

“Perhaps, but we should remain cautious nonetheless. The Shadow of Angmar is dark and not to be taken lightly.” The Elf warden informed the group.

“Either way, we’re committed now.” One of the two men wardens added.

Temrin looked to the other Hobbit in the group and shook her head as he shrugged. They rode in silence as they entered into the town of Trestlebridge. Guards ran from the south gate up north and people had begun to duck into homes. Temrin did not like this, and the dark shadow had spread over head now. The darkness flickered with lightening and the ground began to tremble.

“What’s going on?”

“Run! The Orcs are attacking!!” Some one screamed running past them.

“We are too late! Wardens to the line!”

A clasp of thunder was punctuated by the sound of an explosion. A pillar of flame shot up just across the bridge as they ran forward weapons drawn. They ran started to bridge just in time to watch as three guards were cleaved to pieces. The Orcs stormed across the bridge and the rain started to fall.

“Fight! Fight for your very lives!”

Temrin jumped forward dodging the first swing her way and brought down a goblin with a quick jab. The Orcs were too big. She could barely attack above their legs. The guardian roared loudly and spun is massive axe around dropping a circle of Orcs.

“Stay behind me small ones! I’ll take care of these big orcs!”

They seemed to be winning now, the Orcs were in retreat! The battle could be won! Temrin started to smile, smile that she had helped in some small part to save the town, but her smile quickly faded when she looked up.

“Fire arrows!” She screamed ducking under her shield.

The arrows struck down igniting, like magic, upon everything they touched. The guardian fell, an arrow puncturing his left lung. He groaned and then forced himself back up just in time to clash steel with an odd looking Orc. He was much taller, much more muscular and smarter then all those before. Two of the wardens were dead now, as Temrin started to stand. She redrew her sword and charged forward hoping to help the guardian, but her efforts were in vain as the new Orc punched through the Dwarf’s very torso. Temrin froze dead in her tracks and then turned to run . . .

Now she remained locked in mortal combat, the village all but in ruin, all those who remained stood their ground, fighting to the last. They would be victorious; or all would perish in the fight.

“Foolish little creature, the might of the Oruk-hai cannot be stopped by one so small!” The Orc growled picking Temrin up and tossing her aside.

She hit the ground rolling dropping her shield and her sword. She scrambled to her feet and heard a shriek of pain coming from the Oruk. She looked up and saw the other hobbit had leapt onto the beast back and plunged as deep as he could. It was now or never. Temrin ran forward grabbing her sword as the other Hobbit was thrown aside. She found her footing on a step and jumped upward, she hopped from a sign post and then came crashing down sword first on the head of the Oruk. The Oruk stumbled slightly and then crumbled to the ground in a heap Temrin removed her blade breathing heavily and turned back to the village. It remained, on fire and marked by death, but as she fell the great Oruk, the enemy took flight. The battle for Trestlebridge was over. She wiped the blood and mud from her face and counted among her all of her fellowship, dead.

“I’m . . . I’m alone . . .”

(Yeah, no pictures this time around, sowy. I apparently didn’t start taking pics of Temrin until she was in late ND and Evendim)

My sparseness has resulted from burnout. I get it, often. That is why I play numerous games. Generally if it’s a game I love, I will return, I’m a sucker like that. Of course Lotro is one such game that I enjoy so I am starting to poke my head back in again. Just today I managed to get Gronk that Kindred ranking with the weaponsmith guild I should have gotten him months ago. I had hoped to craft some just above mediocre 3rd age weapons . . . but some one thought they needed to take 3 legendary shards. Who’s idea was that? It’s a 3rd age, and not a very good 3rd age to boot. Gronk could stick his beard on a hilt and do better. It’d be like the rat flail, only the beard stick. Regardless, though, i’m still glad to have that grind done.

Now this freaking faction grind to get me bearded face into Lothlorien proper, is starting to get tiresome. I see now why I needed a break last time, with both Gronkorin and Temrin knocking on their door with no reply, I had grown sick of doing the same quests.  And don’t give me no guff about pvp or raiding. I’ve never been a fan of pvp, and I find it difficult to raid solo. Stupid freaking raid armor, stupid freaking radiance raid armor. I think I hate the radiance one the most though. I see these armor sets and my crappy collection of buildable weapons and I wonder, why’d I waste so much in game money on crafting? I could have just as easily given it to other players as they passed by, at least then my inventory wouldn’t be so full.

So I read about the future being Mirkwood and that excites me. The Lonely Mountain here Gronk comes!! I can finally go home see how that plant is fairing after a good . . . actually I’m not sure how old Gronk is, I keep asking him and he keeps telling me: “I be old enough not to care.” Whatever that means. So I find myself desperately trying to force myself to play poor Gronk and his guardian self but every time I do I wish he were a warden or could at least solo worth a damn. I’ve been meaning to give him a trait overhaul, but I just don’t want to, I like the way he worked before all his craptastic changes. But by golly the warden freaking rocks my world, wouldn’t change a thing about them. But I see the logic behind not letting Dwarves be wardens. I mean come on let’s face it, being a Dwarf makes you raw awesomeness, just like being a warden, so if you were both . . . well, it’d be some form of epic awesomeness that would rip apart the very fabric of the universe thus creating an alternate time line where Aragorn renounces his thrown giving it to Gronk who then walks into Mordor (oh yeah, this one does simply stroll into Mordor) and promptly hand Sauron his ass. But I digress.

I’ll wrap this up with one last thing. I made this new avatar for my forum pic on my guilds site and would like some feed back on it. I’d ask my guild, but they’ve all but left me now. But that’s a topic best left for another day as I find it a bitter and tragic end to a once great band of mighty HEROES. (I didn’t mess up with the caps we all met via the guild HERO in a galaxy far far away, and thank God that galaxy is far away as it is one massive cesspool now) So until next time, auf vedersane.

So I was hoping to maybe write this sucker out making a post once or twice a week and then as I was posting pics for the most recent tale, which is below this post and you should totally read it or risk missing out on like the greatest piece of work since the creation of the Bible (crosses fingers in the hopes of not getting smote) Seriously though, I be proud of how that one went out. Back on topic, it came to my attention as the internet informed me that I was a fool, I had never resized the quality of all those pictures in all those posts. So that 10 meg upload limit was not only reached but kicked in the arse. I am at my limit, so rather than making a post on Monday, I’m going to put me free time into making the sizing changes and reuploading the pics. This means that all my wonderful epicness will disappear at some point, but fear not! Kaorin got her full tale told in Lineage 2 (A game far inferior) so she too shall have her tale told, and that of her sisters in this game! An with pictures! Lots of em! And some times I feel somewhat guilty for putting Tenma through all of what she is going to go through, but what can I say, she makes me laugh.

10 meg, what an incredible drag. Gonna have to go out and look for a pic hosting sort of place to help Turbine out, as I’m sure me story will be long. I don’t think I’ll be getting to Mordor any soon than they will.

“Stupid Kintobor. I walk all the way to Tuckborough and she tells me ta go homes on an empty stomach. I outta stick her wit me arrow.” I grumbled as my stomach started to make loud groaning noises, “Bah! I’m still hungry!!”

Some friend Kintobor turned out to be. I would have thought she would be willing to lend me some of her fixings, especially since I had to travel all the way from Woodhall just to see her. How rude. The sun was now completely gone, and it would be near on midnight by the time I got home.

“Somethin don’t feel right.” I mumbled rubbing my arms.

An odd cold had begun to develop. Mind you it is always cold come fall, but this was an odd cold, one o them deathly colds. Up ahead a dark cloaked figure on horseback swiftly road off into the distance. I could feel my heart start to beat faster, but I had to get home, so I kept walking.

“I don’t know where ‘Baggins’ is! I sweat it!” A hobbit’s voice shouted.

“Fool!”

The last voice sent chills down me back, something evil was up ahead, on that black horse. I dove fer a bush but the black rider road off down the road toward Woodhall, which is just my luck since that be the way I’m going.

“Gracious me, is it safe?”

“I suppose so. Least till I start headed fer home.” I declared folding my arms and shaking my head.

“That rider was so terrible! I saw him coming down the road, and I tried to ask his business, and . . . and . . . I can’t say any more about it.”

“Yeah, fer a bounder yer not all that brave.” I replied still shaking my head.

“Oh dear, we have to hide! Old Odso’s leaf-farm is just down the road. We can hide there.”

“Whoa, no we can’t, that place is . . .”

I trailed off as the bounder ran for the door. Last year a nasty breed of spider moved into Odso’s leaf-farm, but apparently our bounder friend did not get the memo. Me sister Temrin is a bounder, so letting him rubbish off to get eaten would be bad PR, so I took a dagger and bow from his satchel and ran after him. By the time I got to him again he was starting to head through the door and two spiders leapt from the bushes. I hates spiders. I squash spiders.

“Oh dear, there’s more webs here!” Boffin declared.

He managed to eek out his name while opening the second door, and not to my surprise, he is an idiot. Temrin said to stay away from Bounder Boffin, as he is not one of the sharpest of Hobbitses.

“These webs go all the way across! I’ll have to try to cut through the webs. Hmm, I suspect the spiders won’t like that much, so you should probably slay any of the beasts that do show up!”

He ignored me and started hacking, and as per plan, a bunch of spiders jumped down and attacked us. All this work and no dinner, what a long and crappy night. After dealing with them, we ran forward tot eh door of the house. I was praying for some sort of old loaf of bread, or that maybe Bounder Boffin would graciously feed me, and then he yelps.

“The key . . . the key broke off in the lock!”

“WHAT!?”

I get the feeling there will be no loaf of bread, or even mercy dinner for me. We ran out him still babbling about this and that, but I was more concerned with my lack of eating when all of a sudden that sinking feeling came up into the pit of my stomach again and I saw meself staring face to face with that stupid Black Rider!

“I see you, little fools . . .”

“Eek!”

“Last time, I let you live. I shall not make that mistake a second time!”

“A Elbereth Gilthoniel! Depart foul wraith! You have no power here!” A booming voice commanded.

An Elf showed up as a bunch of arrows killed some guys standing by the Black Rider. I was pretty excited since Elves were much nicer than annoying ol Bounders. Maybe there was supper involved in our rescue.

“You there, come tell this good Elf why you were out on this lonely road tonight!”

“You died and made you king? I’m just trying to get home wishing I had some supper. My stupid sisters left me! All because Temrin just had to go off and be dumb again.”

“Temrin? I recognize that name, she is a warden of high regard. She was to meet me in Archet, there is trouble stirring there.” One of them rangers said.

“Who are you?” I inquired.

“Amdir.”

“Can ya cook?”

“I suppose so.”

“Make me dinner and I’ll go with ya to this archket thingy.”

“I just wants ta get to Bree, is that so hard ta explain?” Kaorin grumbled folding her arms.

Yet another day, another annoyance. After learning of Temrin’s leaving, Kaorin decided to pack her things and head out as well. Adventure was not exactly her thing, but finding Sarncrist should be a family endeavor, at least for everyone but Tenma, the family drunk. Kaorin made it as far as Buckland before stopping to ask for directs toward Bree, the place Temrin was likely to go first.

Kaorin sets out

“Bah! What in heavens name would you want to go there fer? Tis a queer place . . . though being one o them Stonecutters, you might fit in.” The other Hobbit grumbled.

“Bleh!” Kaorin proclaimed sticking her tongue out and running off down the road.

Who needed directions anyway? There was a road after all, and it likely went somewhere. However, as night began to fall she suspected her previous notion could be incorrect.

“Hello then, what have we got here?” A gruff voice quested from behind her.

Kaorin turned around and smacked her forehead on the hand of a tall man who was reaching down to tap her on the shoulder.

“Careful there wee one, wouldn’t want nothing bad to happen to such a small little kid out all alone.”

“I’m not a kid! I’m a Hobbit! You know, Halfling, Shire Folk, Hobbit!” Kaorin exclaimed angrily.

Without warning three more men showed up from all around her. She had now caught on to the game. There was a camp of brigands not far from her house, and it seemed these were friends of those men.

“Stay back! I gots a knife and I know how to stab wit it!” She warned.

“Oh, the little ‘Hobbit’ is gonna stabs us, we should run away.” One mocked.

“Hand over all the valuables hobbit, and then we can talk about a ransom to those fat little hobbit family members of yours.”

All at once came, a loud roar “Baruk Khazad!” and then a flash of steel against the pale rising moon. “Khazad aimenu!” Kaorin dove to the ground as the brigands began to let out yelps of pain. Soon, as quickly as they had appeared, the brigands were no more. Kaorin poked her eyes up over her hands from her huddled safety and saw the brigands were all dead, and standing in the middle of them was a shorter man, with a huge beard.

The Gronk Commeth

“Um, hello?” She called.

“Ya be a bit far from the Shire small one. Best go home; evil is a foot this night.”

“Who . . . who are you?”

“Names Gronkorin a Dwarf. Though, I know not where my home lies.” He responded turning to her. “I’m on a dangerous journey to find that home.”

“Um, ok. Do you; by chance know where Bree is?”

“Bree? Um, sure it’s . . . well it’s probably off . . . actually I don’t even know where I am. Is the Shire close to here?” Gronkorin asked.

Kaorin threw her hand to her forehead as if to say doh, and then shook her head. She should have listened to Tenma and stayed home. Speaking of Tenma, Kaorin wondered what her younger sister was up to at that very moment.

Tenma stepped out of her room and scratched her head. Time for another evening of drinking and eating to take place. She stumbled out into the kitchen to find her supper, which she did not find. She than walked toward Kaorin’s room to complain about the lack of eating only to find it empty. She was than in a run for the front door where she found a note stating that Kaorin had gone off in search of Temrin. As she crumpled the note in her hand she looked up to the night sky and shouted.

“BUT I DON”T KNOW HOW TO COOK!!!!”

Ah man, but I'm hungry!

“A package? Fer me!? Woohoo!” Temrin shouted taking it from the postmaster.

The post master stood in the doorway still attempting to catch his breath with his right hand held out expectantly. Temrin ignored him and stepped back into her family’s home closing the door in the face of the postman. There came a yelp from outside causing Temrin to lift her head up for a second before she shrugged and started to walk back into the kitchen. Inside Kaorin diligently scurried from one stove to the next. The smell of sweet cakes and pies filled the air giving Temrin pause, if only to imagine eating the grand smells.

“Smells wonderful sis.” She spoke sitting at the table.

“Thanks! Whatcha got?”

“Package . . .” Temrin paused reading the name. “From daddy . . .”

The room was suddenly filled with silence. Ten years ago their father had vanished. He had been traveling across the Shire looking for lore regarding an ancestor of theirs, Badalin Stonecutter. Legends spoke that he wielded a weapon called Sarncrist, stone cleaver, which had been said to contain such strength in the hands of him that he could cleave entire mountains. Obviously an over exaggeration, but something the Mathom Society could surely enjoy having on display, much like the old Took’s club. Regardless of the legends, Badalin had been killed during the great battle of Fornost, the tale of how he ended up so far away from the Shire was never discovered, but it had plagued all of his descendants.

“What . . . what’s in it?” Kaorin softly asked.

Temrin shrugged and started to open the small box. Inside rested a small, worn, book along with one gently placed envelope. Temrin pulled out the envelope and opened it cautiously. The letter was also worn, but not so much as the book which looked to me many years old an uncared for. The letter had dark smudges on it and in some places was difficult to read. She did not speak it aloud, nor did she even answer her sister’s inquiries. Temrin silently rose to her feet, clenching the letter in her hand and left the room taking the old book with her.

“Um, hello?” Kaorin grumbled folding her arms. “Big jerk face.”

Kaorin continued her grumbling and went back to baking. Many times the three sisters, Temrin, Kaorin, and Tenma, had disagreements, but none were as bitter as talks about their long departed father and the awkward faces the girls received from other Hobbits living in Woodhall.

The sun set casting shadows into the house from each window as Temrin slowly picked up her shield. She had always been a fighter, first joining the Bounders, and then becoming a Warden, now it was clear she intended to go places she would undoubtedly need to fight.

“Wtahca doin *hic* sis?” A drunken voice slurred.

Temrin saw her youngest sister, Tenma, stumbling out of the room with a mug of ale half gone still in her hands. Tenma had always been a lush.

“Off. Don’t tell Rin.” She responded opening the door and stepping out.

Tenma watched after her sister for a long while before soberly opening her eyes wide. It had taken a while, but the facts in front of her had finally sunk home.

“Ah crap.”

(Stay tuned, the next segment will have screen shots. Kind of wish i had taken more of them when i first made my characters, but oh well.)

The Shire, a place of wonder, merriment, pipe weed, boozing, foodsing, and in some places musing. I’ve lived there all my life with my two sisters, who I might add are the queerest of Hobbits I’ve ever known. I’ve heard about that Bilbo fellow, and I must say my sisters are no different. Twins they be, Temrin the eldest, and Kaorin the second by a good four minutes. I’m the youngest, and truly the most respectable Hobbit and full fledge member of the Inn League! (/flex) But now, as I stand here looking at the massive shadow as it marches towards me, I cannot help but wonder how the heck I ended up so far from my safe home and my keg of the finest ale. How did I get so far away from good wholesome folk to end up out here surrounded by Men while the armies of Mordor march toward me!? Curse you Temrin! And you too Kaorin, it’s all yer fault I’m stuck here!

“Be ready little sister, the end will come swiftly to those who are ill prepared.”

Swift ending she says, Temrin never was one to have comforting words to say. I should have seen this coming. Temrin was always the adventurous one; always chasing after father and that stupid sword, Sarncrist. Why should I care bout some dumb old sword some old relative used some time that not even the oldest Hobbit can recall? If she had not gone out after it, if father had not died trying to find it we would be much better off. That stupid sword.

It started a calm morning when a package suddenly arrived at our cozy little hole addressed to Temrin. It was from father, he had found something in the North Downs, something about Sarncrist. Obviously Temrin was overjoyed. Least Kaorin said so; I’m a bit fuzzy on it on the account of having been very much drunk at the time. After my drunken stupor, I found Temrin gone and Kaorin already packing to leave. Leave the Shire?! Who would want to do that? Other then them crazy Bagginses I suppose. They were gone for so long, I got worried, and the ale stopped tasting as good, so I decided, I should go find out what happened to them. This is where it led me, my trip was pretty easy, found me a ranger over by Buckland, and that led me to Rivendell, which brought me to the walls of Moria . . . before long I was here having found my sisters, but oh no, we cannot just leave at such an important time! Oh no, and we sure cannot let them Orcs who took Kaorin get away with it, and mercy me we cannot let the Orcs eat a bunch of overly tall Men! My my! We should totally stay and fight it out!

“I hates Orcses, hates em.” I replied arming my crossbow.

We are the Stonecutter girls of the Shire, and somehow we ended up in Minas Tirith about to get eaten by Orcs.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

So the previous entry of Badalin Stonecutter is my first attempt to create a character bio within the universe created by Tolkien. I’m nervous about the concept and a bit less than informed on his material. I’ve read the Hobbit and a good section of the Fellowship, but beyond that I know only what I’ve learned through the questing to lvl 55. So with that said, I have decided to retract most of the previous post in an attempt to better understand his lore and properly stick Temrin into it. On the up side, there should be much smashing and lots of witty quips that she is bound to unleash upon the evil that is Angmar and Mordor. And now that the web stuff is back up and I can actually do it, I shall post the first in what I hope to be a long epic tale of Stonecutter girls and the lone Dwarf, Gronkorin. Stil though, that jerk at the end of Fornost is a major pain to fight. And I consider him the bane of my exsitence until such time that I am able to smite him so utterly, that his very code is erased from the game! So until my post later today, here’s a little taste of Temrin goodness to hold you over:

And there you have it.

Temrin Stonecutter

3E Rethe, Highday

The week started off very quiet for me. I had just arrived in Angmar per the orders of my superiors and had begun to lay siege to as much Orc siege weaponry as I could to aid those freakin huge guys that are now our allies.

How's that tase Orcy?

I ran about smiting a lot of Orcs and eventually found my way into Aughaire. The Chief seemed like a pretty nice guy, and he gave me a chance to prove meself to him and his tribe. As we all now I likes to smash thigns twice as much as I likes to talk about smashing stuff, so I signed up and ran his clucater thathy thing, not sure what he called it, but I did it easy-peasy. I was just about to take on that annoying Rammas Deulon area when word reached me from a friend, Fezziwise.

Go West Young Hobbit

He was sending to me word that he was assembling strong and hardy warriors in an attempt to lay siege to Fornost which has once again become habited by the evils of Angmar. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to smack some of them round since they really didn’t belong there anyway, so I mades me way west, to Fornost. There was a pretty good group assembled for this, so I was felling pretty confident we would do well. Me no likey runny away gettin smacked on.

Holy Craptastic Day

We fought long and hard for hours on end, taking on fresh members as others left wounded or near death. Taking us to the forefront came Narufind, he did well to guide us up to teh main tower and ultimately to something I had never thought possible.

Remmenaeg Bane of the Stonecutters

We found our way to the very top of the now evil tower where we met with Remmenaeg, an ancient and wholly evil Wight in the service of Angmar and Amarthiel. But upon our arrival the fiend singled me out with these words, “Stonecutter, I know thee well. For twas I who brought down Badalin Stonecutter and cast Sarncrist to the wind.” Me great ancestor Badalin Stonecutter was a Hobbit of little renound in the Shire, but one of legend among Men. He fought along side the Men of the north as they battled in vein against Angmar’s attack on Fornost, and it was there that he had been slain and my family’s legacy, Sarncrist, lost. Smart alecness aside, all oaths put on hold, that monster woudl pay for all he has done! Because of Sarncrists loss, my family crumbled! Me own father and his before him lost their lives tryin ta get Sarncrist back! Now it was me chance to do what none befer could, and stop me own sister, Kaorin, from following in their footsteps.

Seek the Hills of Snow Hobbit

We fought him. The sucker was a toughy, we had some major issues bringing him down but we finally got him to give. I laughed with triumph! And than heard his final words, “Thou art strong. Should thee seek Sarncrist, seek the hills of snow Hobbit, to the north. Thou must go to Forochel . . .” Like I know where the heck that is? Anyhoo, we made him redeaded and on him I found me a journal that me great ancestor had kept. Fortune smiled. In it Badalin spoke of a group of Dwarves on Othrikar who spoke of heading into Angmar once the darkness fell. That’s where I’ll start, I’m going back to Angmar to the Dwarf town of Gabilshatur . . .

(Oh, and here be a bonus pic from the adventure in Fornost from me pals in Thalion Seron)

Fire Gods!

Pictured Left to Right: Argonitia, Narufind, Temrin, and Sarahjo. Those three are pretty cool to group with, just don’t makes em angry, they might set fire to ya

Temrin Stonecutter

3E Rethe, Mersday

Adventures never seem to stop for me. Some one lets out that i’ve managed to win every battle I’ve been in, mostly because I tends to run and hide ifin I start to lose, than come back and stabs em in the back later, so I get a message from Halabard. I get back to the North Downs from Evendim, taking a small detour in the Fields of Fornost at stab some of them traitor ghosts. After chatting with him, he tells me I have to get the leaders of the Dwarves, Elfies, and Men to come to a meeting to take up arms against Angmar. Aragorn told me a while back I would be best served aiding his ranger friends up here against Angmar, so I agrees to help. The Dwarves tell me to buzz off, lest I help them find Dori and his missing gems. The whole thing sounded like a lot of trouble, so I called in for some help from my own Dwarf, Kibili.

Dwarves and their need to craft, sheesh

After waiting for hours for him to craft who knows what, we finally set out on our quest to rescue the doomed Dwarf. Now I likes Kibi, and his dad Gronklock is an alright chap, but he and I were clearly out matched on this one. We saw Dori alright, saw him as we were running outta them ruins yelping. We got lucky that neither of us were killed, though it was close.

Back in Othrikar we met up with Bodderic and Sodalitas, two memebrs of our gulid who have been known to help out when they can, and luckily for us they were passing by to see about rescuing that Dori feller too. Now, these two have gone clear to them Dwarf mines out east and back, so I suspected we’d have no troubles this time round. I was right, that ol Dori led us all over looking for them gems, but i got the Dwarves to agree. Unfortunately, Kibi and I were called back to Evendim, guess ol Jabe had gotten a bit more bold than last we faced each other and it had come time fer us to collect his bounty, and his head.

Eat Crazy Mojo attack!

So after successfully sending him to a “better place” we ventured off toward Tinnudir for Kibi to talk to Calenglad, and ended up saving Mistwyn from a horrible death at the hands of some Boggarts, and for some reason Kibi had a bit of an issue with his identity.

Oddness

I assure you, he really was very much not a worfie corpse. All was well though, and after some thank yous and you’re welcomes were exchanged, we bid Mistwyn luck and went out separate ways. She was a nice Elfie, so I hopes she made out safely in that place. On our way back, Kibi and I decided we’d camp for the night in Tinnudir, but not before Kibi decided to stop and get some gold ore.

Kibi, did you get shorter?

And so we ended our adventure for the evening. Though I suspect ol Halbarad is less then happy wit me, oh well, i’ll get to that meeting eventually.