Roll Out The Barrels RPG

[Saurreg]

Thaurbar had arrived at the edge of the Mirkwood. There the trail of the orcs went deep and it stretched beyond the boundaries of the forest and continued into the realm of the green elves.

Just as he had made his choice to continue tracing the trail and risk the wrath of the territorial green elves, his sharp elven ears picked up the clattering of hooves and singing voices. Before long a group of riders appeared from the edge of a bent and were riding without saddles towards him. There were six of them and they were dressed in a myriad of woodland colours. Their skins were very fair and their hairs were long. Thaurbar knew that he was about to meet the masters of the forest and decided to hail them.

"Greetings kinsmen! May the stars of Elbereth shine upon you evermore! It has been long since I've seen the people of Thrandruil leave his halls in such numbers and on horses too. Pray tell me; what news do you have of the region?"