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Lord of the Rings Roleplay

"Three big reasons. 1. Profit in the form of gold and such. 2. Honor for you're kin. 3. The fate of hundreds, if not thousands, of people's lives rests in the decision you and the others make. If you agree to help, I will be recruiting the others."
 
"Profit is good . . . if I live to reap the benefits. It is not for an Elf to decide the way a Dwarf is to honor one's kin. I doubt seventy odd decrepit old corpses are going to kill hundreds of people. But I think I will go: I'm bored."
 
"Could you get some weapons and armor? We may need some." *walks over to Kordian. "Would you be intrested in a quest into the Barrow downs? We need your help. You get any loot you find."
 
"There I might be more help. I taught the smith in this town practically everything descent about the trade he knows. I'll get us some swords and bows, and some leather armor, maybe some chain for the warriors."
 
"Okay, Elorhim, you are to go scout out the area around the Barrow Downs and find a good place to enter. Report back when you find something."
 
*appears as wight in Barrow Downs
"Alright chums, let's do this"
*leads army of wights, zombies, and similar undead and ravages the landscape for hundreds of miles
 
*The door of the inn bursts open, a tall man strides into the room, his clothes are soaking and patched, a hole near the collar reveals his mail underneath, and a sword is belted to his hip with a dagger concealed on his wrist. The man glances around and locks his eyes on Thalin as he begins striding towards his table. When he reaches it, he slams the point of his dagger into the wooden table-top, and says "Thalin Stonehelm, a choice lies before you, you can either grab these five men and flee with me now, or stay and die. The choice is yours.* *
 
*A halfing wearing armor from the men of Minas Tirith, and a dagger from the elves of Mirkwood in his hand shows up in front of the man* "Well sir... Thalin, I would rather not die... "
 
*A halfing wearing armor from the men of Minas Tirith, and a dagger from the elves of Mirkwood in his hand shows up in front of the man* "Well sir... Thalin, I would rather not die... "
 
*A halfing wearing armor from the men of Minas Tirith, and a dagger from the elves of Mirkwood in his hand shows up in front of the man* "Well sir... Thalin, I would rather not die... "
 
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*The door of the inn bursts open, a tall man strides into the room, his clothes are soaking and patched, a hole near the collar reveals his mail underneath, and a sword is belted to his hip with a dagger concealed on his wrist. The man glances around and locks his eyes on Thalin as he begins striding towards his table. When he reaches it, he slams the point of his dagger into the wooden table-top, and says "Thalin Stonehelm, a choice lies before you, you can either grab these five men and flee with me now, or stay and die. The choice is yours.* *
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*A halfing wearing armor from the men of Minas Tirith, and a dagger from the elves of Mirkwood in his hand shows up in front of the man* "Well sir... Thalin, I would rather not die... "
 
"Hobbit, your help is greatly appreciated, along with the tall lad. But we are not fleeing from this. We will fight for loot, honor, and our very lives."
 
*Fundin, re-enters the bar, sees the commotion, and walks to his kinsman*
"Thalin, I thought I saw you, what is all this commotion and who are these?"
 
((How do you all know my name . . . :shock: ))

"And who the hell might you be, and why should I flee? ANd why, if I were to not, would I die?"
"Hello, sir. I think I remember you from Thorin's Halls," *embraces the Dwarf "These men profess to go to the Downs, and I had decided to join them, when this man barged in, ruined old Butterbur's table, and told me to either flee or die."
 
"Ruined the table of Butterbur! I outta show you dwarvish steel in the face."
"Sadly I have not the time, but what is this of going to the Barrows, t'is a fools errand that will see you dead"
"I journey to the Iron Hills, t'is rumoured that the old mountain smokes and the dragon may be nearing the end of his days, t'is what Lord Thorin thinks any way"
"If you wished to accompany me I would be most honoured. Gentlemen, I bid thee not journey to the Barrows and you sir *looks at the man who stabbed the table* Should be thankful that I have business elsewhere"
 
"I have no wish to die, so I shall go no nearer the Downs then I must"
"I repeat, it is a fools errand which shall see you meet your death, or worse a wright"
 
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