Bree (Some years before the War of the Ring) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

***The Barrow-Wight*** · 04-13-2001, 07:36 AM

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Tom tells his tale.

Tom took a place near the fire and rubbed his cold hands together in the warmth of its blaze. He stood looking into the flames, deep in thought, occasionally nodding his head as if he had reached some kind of an agreement in an internal conversation. His strange manner continued for some time until finally he turned and, with a smile on his face, looked around at the group of strangers.

“Good friends” he began loudly, “I have lived in Bree all my life. I know every inch of the all of Bree-land, every trail through the Chetwood and even every path of the Midgewater Marshes.

He paused to see if they were impressed yet. Since no one moved or said anything, he went on.

“And, indeed” he continued, “I know the Barrow-Downs as well. A place of great history but also of evil reputation! Long have the long mounds hidden the burial chanbers of dead Kings. And long have people yearned to rob them of their riches. But they are haunted!”

Now he was sure they were impressed. He began to gesture wildy as he continued his story.

“Torn Gryphon they are called in the ancient tongue.” He nodded to Menel and Calimir knowingly. “And the treasures in them are great . I once saw a sword thar was removed from one of the barrows, and it was the most exquiste weapons ever made by Man or Elf. But the man who found it died shortly after arriving in Bree, slain by a wight that pursued him from its rotten grave.”

He was beginning to sweat from the heat of the fire and the effort of his speech. He raised his hands above his heads menacingly.

“Yes! There are wights. I myself have seen one and it near scared the life out of me. But because I lived, I know the secrets of the Barrows. I know how to find the entrance and avoid the spirits. And with your help I, I mean we, can all become fabulously wealthy! Are you with me!?”

He ended his tale with a stomp and threw himself into a chair, grabbing the nearest mug and draining it.

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04-13-2001, 07:36 AM	#11
*The Barrow-Wight* Night In Wight Satin Join Date: May 2000 Posts: 4,043	<font face="Verdana"><table><TR><TD><FONT SIZE="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Wraith of Angmar Posts: 2165</TD><TD><img src=http://www.barrowdowns.com/images/my_pic.jpg WIDTH=60 HEIGHT=60></TD></TR></TABLE> Tom tells his tale. Tom took a place near the fire and rubbed his cold hands together in the warmth of its blaze. He stood looking into the flames, deep in thought, occasionally nodding his head as if he had reached some kind of an agreement in an internal conversation. His strange manner continued for some time until finally he turned and, with a smile on his face, looked around at the group of strangers. “Good friends” he began loudly, “I have lived in Bree all my life. I know every inch of the all of Bree-land, every trail through the Chetwood and even every path of the Midgewater Marshes. He paused to see if they were impressed yet. Since no one moved or said anything, he went on. “And, indeed” he continued, “I know the Barrow-Downs as well. A place of great history but also of evil reputation! Long have the long mounds hidden the burial chanbers of dead Kings. And long have people yearned to rob them of their riches. But they are haunted!” Now he was sure they were impressed. He began to gesture wildy as he continued his story. “Torn Gryphon they are called in the ancient tongue.” He nodded to Menel and Calimir knowingly. “And the treasures in them are great . I once saw a sword thar was removed from one of the barrows, and it was the most exquiste weapons ever made by Man or Elf. But the man who found it died shortly after arriving in Bree, slain by a wight that pursued him from its rotten grave.” He was beginning to sweat from the heat of the fire and the effort of his speech. He raised his hands above his heads menacingly. “Yes! There are wights. I myself have seen one and it near scared the life out of me. But because I lived, I know the secrets of the Barrows. I know how to find the entrance and avoid the spirits. And with your help I, I mean we, can all become fabulously wealthy! Are you with me!?” He ended his tale with a stomp and threw himself into a chair, grabbing the nearest mug and draining it. </p> __________________ The Barrow-Wight