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***Gilthalion*** · 08-02-2001, 12:57 PM

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Re: ROHAN RPG

Time passed slowly for the Riders as they watched the sun fall in the afternoon sky. Their relief was not late, but the men were eager to hit the trail of the strange men who had spoken to Theoden's unloved servant.

Taradan sighed, and looked west again. This time, the black-haired Rider's eyes were rewarded with the sight of them. They crossed the Ford, turned south and were soon lost in the rugged terrain down river. Taradan knew that it would be several minute before they arrived at the concealment, following a twisting way under the cover of the terrain not far from the banks of the Isen.

There were four of them, and three made ready to go. Dernwine, the oldest, was a family man and would return to camp. When their relief arrived, they told them what they had seen.

"With Wormtongue they spoke, and I liked not the looks of them," said the tallest of Taradan's three companions.

"Nor of Grima himself, either," added another.

"So we will follow. Dernwine will take word back to camp and tell them that we have gone east," said the tall one.

Taradan and the other two Riders of his shift gathered their gear. Thenamir, a dark mustached outland mercenary who had ridden in with the relief, picked his pack up again.

"I'm coming with you," he said.

"Suit yourself," said the tall Rider, who did not approve of Erkenbrand's decision to take this man into the ranks.

"May your horses soon return to their fields!" said Dernwine. "And don't let those outlanders do all the work!"

"Then tell these blond boys to keep up!" said Taradan.

The taller of the two straw-haired riders snorted.

<center> ~-~-~</center>

The riders made their way to where they kept their horses, watered them well, saddled them, and then rode out to follow the trail of the strange men into the territory of the Dunlendings. They wanted to find their camp for the night, watch them, if necessary capture one of them, but above all else, find out what Grima Wormtongue wanted with them.

</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000006>Gilthali on</A> at: 8/2/01 8:04:11 pm

08-02-2001, 12:57 PM	#3
*Gilthalion* Hobbitus Emeritus Join Date: Jan 2001 Location: South Farthing Posts: 635	<font face="Verdana"><table><TR><TD><FONT SIZE="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Hobbitus Emeritus Posts: 538</TD><TD><img src=http://home.att.net/~robertwgardner/lotrmap.gif WIDTH=60 HEIGHT=60></TD></TR></TABLE> Re: ROHAN RPG Time passed slowly for the Riders as they watched the sun fall in the afternoon sky. Their relief was not late, but the men were eager to hit the trail of the strange men who had spoken to Theoden's unloved servant. Taradan sighed, and looked west again. This time, the black-haired Rider's eyes were rewarded with the sight of them. They crossed the Ford, turned south and were soon lost in the rugged terrain down river. Taradan knew that it would be several minute before they arrived at the concealment, following a twisting way under the cover of the terrain not far from the banks of the Isen. There were four of them, and three made ready to go. Dernwine, the oldest, was a family man and would return to camp. When their relief arrived, they told them what they had seen. "With Wormtongue they spoke, and I liked not the looks of them," said the tallest of Taradan's three companions. "Nor of Grima himself, either," added another. "So we will follow. Dernwine will take word back to camp and tell them that we have gone east," said the tall one. Taradan and the other two Riders of his shift gathered their gear. Thenamir, a dark mustached outland mercenary who had ridden in with the relief, picked his pack up again. "I'm coming with you," he said. "Suit yourself," said the tall Rider, who did not approve of Erkenbrand's decision to take this man into the ranks. "May your horses soon return to their fields!" said Dernwine. "And don't let those outlanders do all the work!" "Then tell these blond boys to keep up!" said Taradan. The taller of the two straw-haired riders snorted. <center> ~-~-~</center> The riders made their way to where they kept their horses, watered them well, saddled them, and then rode out to follow the trail of the strange men into the territory of the Dunlendings. They wanted to find their camp for the night, watch them, if necessary capture one of them, but above all else, find out what Grima Wormtongue wanted with them. </p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000006>Gilthali on</A> at: 8/2/01 8:04:11 pm __________________ Please read my fan fiction novel THE HOBBITS. Wanna hear me read Tolkien? Gilthalion's Grand Adventures!