Castle Maladil - RPG

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Birdland blinked upwards, indrawing breath. Flight broken by the elm twig inches above where she crouched, an arrow bounced off the top of her head to thud harmlessly in the moss. Further twigs crackled and bushes rustled with sounds of retreat. "But Peri will know the way back. That pony is probably the most sensible one in the whole party anyway." Likely the bowman had heard Bird speak these words aloud, and was off to repeat his findings that prey was afoot. Meanwhile, late afternoon shadows betokened the sinking of the sun's compass into a twilight that would founder in mist. *

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* Midnight, former war steed of Mordor, crept up behind Gandalf. Settling his shaggy neck on the wizard's shoulder the horse craned forward to see what continued to be so interesting about the pit that had stopped their journey for the day. Gandalf rumbled his displeasure. * I've told everyone to stand back, including you, you rapscallion of a horse! Now go and do as I bid, lest you find yourself in deeper trouble than this pit.

* The recalcitrant steed took one step backwards, giving a low neigh and glaring at the wizard's back to see whether the grey-garbed one would himself heed the advice he gave others. *

* Gandalf shrugged ominously, brandishing aloft a curious device that the Hobbits present might've recognized as resembling a firework. Lighting a wick at one end, he hurled the device into the pit even as he turned and dashed away with all speed. Midnight, needing no further coaxing to run, galloped off into the coming twilight and was lost to view. *

* A loud echoing boom rose up from the pit, quickly buried by a gravelly murmur as its sides caved in. The deep spiky drop was now replaced by a wider, shallower depression of loose soil and shivered rocks. *