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Valier · 08-05-2006, 11:29 AM

My name is Berrick, the year is 1299. I am writing this now so I may record what has taken place and what is yet to take place.

It all began with the Hoard. Dragon Hoard, that is. I came across this vast treasure on one of my many adventures. I was meandering through the Hills of Evendim, enjoying my freedom, when my old eyes spotted a small opening behind a large fallen boulder. I lit my torch and headed inside towards the darkness. I walked deeper and deeper still, till I thought my heart would quell. There before me loomed the largest golden pile I had ever seen and mind you, I have traveled so much and done so many things that I myself have an abundance of my own treasure. This pile had been abandoned, not, I assume, by the Dragons own wishes. Why here of all places? I doubt I will ever know.

As I stood there in that dank, dark cave with my torch raised high, I began to think of the many things I could do with this bounty, but as I raised the torch higher, my back gave a shudder and my old muscles racked with pain. The dreams vanished. I am an old man, I thought, my life is almost at its end. Why would I need this treasure? I had no kin, no family, and no heir to take my place. I had barely five persons with whom I had any sort of repertoire, and they all worked for me in one way or another. I had no one.

Those words echoed through my head as I slumped to the cold ground. I have no one, I have wasted my life. All the fortune and travel means nothing if you have no one to share it with. As I lay on the ground, the pain began to ebb away; I would make it still. The thought then occurred to me, why keep this gold? Why not give it away? But to whom? I would of course make sure the people I had hired would be well cared for before I died, but did they deserve all this treasure? Who really did?

I laid there for what seemed like an eternity before I had made up my mind. I would leave my legacy. I would enlist a group of adventurers and lead them to the gold. The first one to reach the Hoard shall have it, but also they shall hear my last words.

I raised myself slowly, the damp sticking to my pants. I knew what needed to be done. I would need help....My old mind reeled as I reached the cave mouth. I mustered up the strength and covered the hole as best as I could. I will return shortly, and with a plan.

My name is Berrick. The year is now 1300. Evil has begun to stir in middle Earth, but my plans are all set and being carried out. Mind you, it has taken long enough and has cost me most of my own fortune, but the reward for my deeds will be greater. I have enlisted these adventurers in a clever way, if I do say so myself. I, having owned a vineyard, have decided the best way to ship these "invitations" would be to hand write my wishes on the underside of several labels. The invitations read as follows:

If you are a great adventurer in your heart, leave all that you have and come. Come to Dorwinion on the banks of the Sea of Rhun. You will there embark on your life's greatest adventure, with a prize to be won. Come alone and bring with you only these things.

2 sets of clothing
2 weapons of your choice
1 length of rope
Food and water rations
1 novelty item (must not be on the above list and must be carriable)

Good Luck

I then hand packed these bottles of wine and sent them with carriers in all directions. Then the work of preparing the course began. I hired many and the work was done quickly. I am tired now. I have little time left. I now start on one of my last adventures....to meet my heir and my destiny.

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08-05-2006, 11:29 AM	#3
Valier Twisted Taleswapper Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: somewhere between sanity and insanity Posts: 1,706	My name is Berrick, the year is 1299. I am writing this now so I may record what has taken place and what is yet to take place. It all began with the Hoard. Dragon Hoard, that is. I came across this vast treasure on one of my many adventures. I was meandering through the Hills of Evendim, enjoying my freedom, when my old eyes spotted a small opening behind a large fallen boulder. I lit my torch and headed inside towards the darkness. I walked deeper and deeper still, till I thought my heart would quell. There before me loomed the largest golden pile I had ever seen and mind you, I have traveled so much and done so many things that I myself have an abundance of my own treasure. This pile had been abandoned, not, I assume, by the Dragons own wishes. Why here of all places? I doubt I will ever know. As I stood there in that dank, dark cave with my torch raised high, I began to think of the many things I could do with this bounty, but as I raised the torch higher, my back gave a shudder and my old muscles racked with pain. The dreams vanished. I am an old man, I thought, my life is almost at its end. Why would I need this treasure? I had no kin, no family, and no heir to take my place. I had barely five persons with whom I had any sort of repertoire, and they all worked for me in one way or another. I had no one. Those words echoed through my head as I slumped to the cold ground. I have no one, I have wasted my life. All the fortune and travel means nothing if you have no one to share it with. As I lay on the ground, the pain began to ebb away; I would make it still. The thought then occurred to me, why keep this gold? Why not give it away? But to whom? I would of course make sure the people I had hired would be well cared for before I died, but did they deserve all this treasure? Who really did? I laid there for what seemed like an eternity before I had made up my mind. I would leave my legacy. I would enlist a group of adventurers and lead them to the gold. The first one to reach the Hoard shall have it, but also they shall hear my last words. I raised myself slowly, the damp sticking to my pants. I knew what needed to be done. I would need help....My old mind reeled as I reached the cave mouth. I mustered up the strength and covered the hole as best as I could. I will return shortly, and with a plan. My name is Berrick. The year is now 1300. Evil has begun to stir in middle Earth, but my plans are all set and being carried out. Mind you, it has taken long enough and has cost me most of my own fortune, but the reward for my deeds will be greater. I have enlisted these adventurers in a clever way, if I do say so myself. I, having owned a vineyard, have decided the best way to ship these "invitations" would be to hand write my wishes on the underside of several labels. The invitations read as follows: If you are a great adventurer in your heart, leave all that you have and come. Come to Dorwinion on the banks of the Sea of Rhun. You will there embark on your life's greatest adventure, with a prize to be won. Come alone and bring with you only these things. 2 sets of clothing 2 weapons of your choice 1 length of rope Food and water rations 1 novelty item (must not be on the above list and must be carriable) Good Luck I then hand packed these bottles of wine and sent them with carriers in all directions. Then the work of preparing the course began. I hired many and the work was done quickly. I am tired now. I have little time left. I now start on one of my last adventures....to meet my heir and my destiny. ALL PLAYERS MAY NOW POST THEIR FIRST POSTS, FOLLOWING THIS POST.... __________________ grand return?........