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Post by wintermist on Jan 8, 2011 13:51:29 GMT -5
D1..
How fabulous is this, just as I survive the travel finally back to Bree from time in the Lone Lands, I discover my journal missing, and end up in a mixed up group called the Lond Treneri. It would have been great to go into this group with my previous journal. Oh well New journal for a new situation I suppose.
I met up with this chick named Dirdira, and believe it or not she accepted me of all people into this group, but the best part is to find out that the leader of this kinship is none other than a 17 year old race of man female named Tallaith. Dirdira introduced us by the ear of Tallaith, and I mean this literally.
That very same eve, we all left the Pony to the near by Mess Hall to eat, drink, and speak of various things. A few faces came and went, but I must say the most interesting one was another just like myself. A half elf named Ithillian. He was drinking himself into a stupor for some reason, I may never know. He was very quiet as though something traumatic recently happened.
Through all the speaking low and behold Moria is a plan of action. They are all going to Moria with a young girl leading the way. I suspect many great wounds, possibly a death or two. Maybe I shall be one of them? That would be an adventure wouldn't it be? My kind of Trip!
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Post by wintermist on Jan 8, 2011 13:58:05 GMT -5
D2...
Masked Ball?
Seriously? Well I suppose it is one day to forget death awaits and say goodbye before we head to Moria. I wore a dress, something I have not worn in who knows how long. Time is hard to tell. In my hair rest a band of roses, I felt rather foolish, I was one of very few who did not wear a full mask. I sat around nervously unaware of how I should act, unable to really act at all. Give me traveling clothes and a sword, and I'm fine. Let me walk around dressed up as something I'm not and, well I don't have a clue.
I was terribly bored and nervous till Ithillian joined me. He was to kind to speak with me, this loosened me up. We joked mostly, drank quite a bit, and listen to the music. I am terribly thankful that he did not ask me to dance. I never learned.
I wonder if I am growing a fondness for this Ithillian? I do want to get to know him more that is for certain. As the night waned, he was gracious enough to allow me to sleep under his roof. I took the couch, he insisted on the floor in front of the fireplace. I refused the bed. We spoke some into the night, but sadly I was so very tired, that I do not recall all that was said. It was peaceful rest, not to sleep under the stars, weary of nearby predators.
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Post by wintermist on Jan 8, 2011 14:00:37 GMT -5
D3...
We head to Moria soon, in another night. I prepared what I feel I need and I take solitude in a bed in Bree. Our plan is to head out off the bridge in the Lone-Lands and move to a nearby camp not far inwards. We shall scout the local area, perhaps give any assistance at the nearest camp, and enjoy the company of the traveling group as we make our way to Rivendale. Before then I must finished however what I need to do in the lands to the North. I have a few task I made promises to deal with and I should keep them. I will leave Bree just before dawn.
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Post by wintermist on Jan 8, 2011 14:17:12 GMT -5
D4...
The sun is just barely beginning to hint at arriving, the wind is calm, just a breeze, Binky and I head north, I shall eat on the way, for there is no time to loose.
It took a good part of the morning with no troubles to make it to North Downs, I have already made arrangements for traveling deep into North Downs to complete the task I've promised. If I can be done or lucky quick enough, I will meet up with everyone in time.
It took a little more time than I believed, but I make my way to the Lone-Lands and to Trollshaw. I arrive and see a few familar faces. Seems everyone has found company as we await for all to show up. Where did Tallaith go, she late?
Odalis? a full elf who puts claim that he is my uncle from my mother's side. He arranged for Donelly to find me. He trusted that nut job? Seriously?! Donelly found me alright then ran off I suppose to announce his finding without any assistance just living me there surrounded by goblins and spiders. I was not completely safe in that tree.
Father never spoke of the, never made any attempt to tell me that I had family that was in the least be interested in me from mothers side. A necklace that was in the shape of the elven boats, inlaid with gold holding emerald sails. That was from my mother given to me at birth. I saw this necklace, I did not know it was mine, and he sold it. Why? I do not understand.
Ithillian, I'm sorry. I do not know how to respond with this going on. He opened up enough to let me know he too is like I, knowing family the fact that he doesn't but now I do? Will he? Here is my chance, I know I should not let this go but. I am not certain I just do not know.
I suppose I shall let this go for now, attempt to see what is going on, however, Everyone I know tends to slip through my fingers as I get close to them. I'm beginning to wonder if I should bother ever trying again? Or just make it easy, Travel alone?
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Post by wintermist on Jan 9, 2011 12:12:15 GMT -5
D5...
We made it to the camp, scouts have been exploring and conversations have begun. So much in such a short time has happened and yet not. You can see how the group tends to move together and who tends to speak with whom. Where the connections lie and where they might be waning. I must admit I've spoken often with Ithillian, after what happened with my so called uncle, I needed the comfort of someone, and he was so kind to give me that. Though we spoke less than one would thought and just sat near each other.
I offered to give myself for any scouting mission needed, with the guide of this group Donel, Dirdira seems really tense and I am not sure if she wishes to be here. And I finally seen Donelly the bastard, he dragged me out to hunt in the nearby area, what is he up to? I have not seen him sense the Mask Ball, I do not trust him. I do not know how he became associated with my Uncle only that he did.
This trip already started out ...well, I'm heading out to scout, hunt, something. Maybe I'll get lucky.
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Post by Tallaith on Jan 9, 2011 15:02:32 GMT -5
I'm enjoying this very much. Keep it coming!
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Post by wintermist on Jan 28, 2011 11:52:32 GMT -5
D6....
I received an urgent message while out on the road in the Trollshaw, I was needed to return to North Downs instantly. Something about the Orcs making another push. They have been attempting to gather aid and I was requested. I left at once without returning to camp. My horse I felt was going to go lame. If I survive this situation, perhaps I will catch up to them all in Rivendale.
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Post by Tallaith on Jan 29, 2011 16:55:05 GMT -5
((I'm really enjoying this and it's a really cool way to share your travels! Keep it coming!))
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