Wolf Run RPG

[the real findorfin]

As Gaddy called the groups out, Fin smirked. “Oh dear,” he thought, “this could be…interesting.”
He carried his sword, a fine dunedain blade of ancient times, but he saw no harm in adding to his arsenal, so along with everyone else, he moved over to the pile of weapons. After discarding many a rusty and not-so-good weapons he came across a small knife. Many of the others had already passed over it, but Fin noticed the tiny runes running along the blade, and elvish blade perhaps? He quickly strapped it and its sheath, a small leather affair that was obviously not an original, onto his belt and continued to look. He found another knife, of poorer quality but still in good shape and decided that that would be enough. Although Wargs would be tough, it was no use piling himself up with weapons and becoming to heavy to move. He had noticed Nariah, and the bow she had found..

“Well now we have long and short range weapons just in case,” he thought. Fin didn’t want anyone getting injured around him, no, he wouldn’t let anyone!

When Celeb had chosen her weapons, as well, they all gathered and Fin asked, “where is our first port of call?”