tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58677391913016795862024-02-20T17:07:09.411-08:00Hrothgar's FollyA story of one man's adventures in the West MarchesLead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-61826660441683563032010-12-14T07:51:00.001-08:002010-12-14T07:51:16.686-08:00"Enelye, let's go the way we did last time. I'd rather go a way we know, rather than run into some new folly."BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-76367747030552000492010-12-02T13:27:00.000-08:002010-12-02T13:27:18.184-08:00Which Way?Hrothgar sat astride his horse outside the entrance to the Village of Harm. Should he go North and then west to the Last Bridge, over the River Ox, then southwest through the hills to the Tower? Or simply go back to the Tower the way the shepherd led him to the tower initially, crossing the River southwest of town?<br />
<br />
<strong><em>Hrothgar, What will you do?</em></strong>Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-88961663756156628212010-11-23T13:16:00.001-08:002010-11-23T13:16:48.726-08:00"On to the tower, then." Hrothgar said.BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-82919919093321564752010-11-18T11:07:00.000-08:002010-11-18T11:07:07.115-08:00On the RoadHrothgar, Enelye, Caradog, and Jorgen met at the gate to Harm, armed and ready to explore the Tower of Udd further. Hrothgar, emboldened by the healing draughts the preist had given him, spurred his horse down the road to the Tower.<br />
<br />
(You can follow the New Kings Road and cross the River Ox, then overland through the hills, or cross in about the same spot you came back from which is roughly a straight line to the tower. River is swift, but you made your fording rolls last time) See new map:<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEA6JIvUs10mnakp6FowNXDcMVtqXiB0Ng3fCBe3EECRvZxLJ73z_mpWeuXqJcRCrNlN14RKzJqkBQ93Y2YpzhkukAgAIqHb9Qrai6EOeUmQURpxg13yuT66mwDsSO0PZLp7XIKJIINCD0/s1600/Overland-small+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="534" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEA6JIvUs10mnakp6FowNXDcMVtqXiB0Ng3fCBe3EECRvZxLJ73z_mpWeuXqJcRCrNlN14RKzJqkBQ93Y2YpzhkukAgAIqHb9Qrai6EOeUmQURpxg13yuT66mwDsSO0PZLp7XIKJIINCD0/s640/Overland-small+copy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<strong><em>Hrothgar, What will you do?</em></strong>Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-75516451800354389472010-07-13T05:41:00.001-07:002010-07-13T05:41:46.873-07:00"Allright then," Hrothgar said. "Rest up tonight, we leave tomorrow first light."BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-78758946027893995932010-07-12T14:08:00.000-07:002010-07-12T14:08:50.340-07:00No responseNo one bothered to approach Hrothgar. No one even bothered to look up. It was clear that the rest had more pastoral lives.<br />
<br />
<strong>Hrothgar, what do you want to do?</strong>Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-63374773045781815542010-07-09T08:30:00.001-07:002010-07-09T08:30:29.894-07:00"Great!", Hrothgar said. "Anymore?"BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-50568751013574303512010-07-06T08:34:00.000-07:002010-07-06T08:34:45.490-07:00Alrik<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZTmZNJifB6l4A8lPiD_yRc55O9FuYgzmbgerQ1tyhI5FLkZTGh4rE9F8tITAxeYxF9eJDADafzH5pBn3yB6RTy1NVTWjSllzlJPT_vAW-fG-QJo6JjLIYdrEX0qbb8vxlkf1PYB78HSm/s1600/Alrik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZTmZNJifB6l4A8lPiD_yRc55O9FuYgzmbgerQ1tyhI5FLkZTGh4rE9F8tITAxeYxF9eJDADafzH5pBn3yB6RTy1NVTWjSllzlJPT_vAW-fG-QJo6JjLIYdrEX0qbb8vxlkf1PYB78HSm/s400/Alrik.jpg" width="156" /></a></div><br />
The clean shaven man, after being rebuffed by the serving girl, stands up, carefully wipes off any crumbs from his clothes, straightens his jacket, and walks casually over to the corner table.<br />
<br />
"Good day sir", he nods to Hrothgar."Lady." nodding to Enelye. "I am Jorgen Alheim. I may be of service to you. I have a good sword arm. And since my luck here seems to be wearing thin, I would enjoy a new opportunity. I am in for a full share." He extends his hand to Hrothgar.Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-25548971151528315012010-06-29T12:31:00.000-07:002010-06-29T12:31:14.117-07:00"I like this guy," Hrothgar turned to Enelye. "A bit creepy, but we need bodies. Write down his name.<br />
Next!"BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-8935182210752511442010-06-23T07:54:00.000-07:002010-06-23T07:54:12.040-07:00Caradog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lorLhUqV1guFO6JzgzhkXj4AnZJOODIA_wxm6H4DylkQq8Ta9mO0Yc8oQsxnM_lbfF78dn09TvPkua2R4daKwYKXBrFnGPt72UOgdPh4En0aGB9x_9Z_nyxgdksDrikz2uuufSa1OjGY/s1600/Caradog-headsot+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lorLhUqV1guFO6JzgzhkXj4AnZJOODIA_wxm6H4DylkQq8Ta9mO0Yc8oQsxnM_lbfF78dn09TvPkua2R4daKwYKXBrFnGPt72UOgdPh4En0aGB9x_9Z_nyxgdksDrikz2uuufSa1OjGY/s320/Caradog-headsot+copy.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(used without permission)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><br />
The giant of a man finished his stew, wiped his mouth on his arm, grabbed his dirk, and walk right over to Hrothgar. "I'm in. Full share. I'm ok with a sword." He leaned down to Hrothgar and said unbelieveably delicately and quietly. "I'm better at other things."<br />
<br />
He then turned around and headed to the bar and ordered a pitcher of ale. HE drank from the pitcher like a tankard.<br />
<br />
Hrothgar, What do you do?Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-55452812655982450732010-06-22T12:30:00.000-07:002010-06-22T12:30:10.081-07:00"Anyone else?" Hrothgar shouted to the crowd. "No fops need apply."BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-58301367399334007812010-06-21T15:03:00.000-07:002010-06-21T15:03:31.477-07:00WHAT!"Well sir! I have never been more insulted. I do not know how you do business. It is a simple contract. I do not wish to do business with you sir. Now or Ever!<br />
<br />
Ulf stands up quickly, upsetting the table and spilling enelye's and Hrothgars drinks. Ulf strides quickly away andtoward the front door of the Weary Tankard.<br />
<br />
Hrothgar what do you do?Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-19056387431597581282010-06-21T07:47:00.000-07:002010-06-21T07:47:44.877-07:00Hrothgar took the paper, studied it closely, lightly scratching his beard. He then proceeded to tear the contract into small scraps. "This will make fine starter for the camp fire." He glared at Ulf intently. "A handshake does fine where I come from".BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-12753680207056947142010-06-21T07:29:00.000-07:002010-06-21T07:29:26.272-07:00An agreementUlf scratched his beard, looked at the merchant he was travelling with, then turned to Hrothgar, "You have a deal. Shall we sign an agreement as such?" Ulf reached into a satchel slung across his chest and hanging to his waist and pulled out a bundle of parchment sheafs.<br />
<br />
"I just so happen to have one made up here," He said rifling through the papers. "Here we go." He sat down at the table. Pulled out an ink well and pen and began to write on an already almost fully filled out paper, read and murmuring aloud as he read and filled out the rest.<br />
<br />
"I, the undersigned, do hereby agree,....mummble mumble mumble, one full share in all proceeds from said journey, and until such time....mumblemumble mumble, in addition rations as described ... mumble mumble mumble...but does not include... mumble mumble, therefore I," He turned to Hrothgar, "Hrothgar is it?" He wrote it anyway knowing ot was his name. "I Hrothgar, do hereby agree and certify that this debt will be paid....mumble mumble mumble...this second week of summer."<br />
<br />
He slid the paper over to Hrothgar. "Please do sign on the line so we may execute our agreement." He extended his hand forward with the pen for Horthgar to sign.<br />
<br />
<strong><em>Hrothgar what do you do?</em></strong>Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-26971246591327034092010-06-18T12:00:00.001-07:002010-06-18T12:00:48.618-07:00Hrothgar gave a slight growl. "Everyone splits the shares even. In this case three ways. I'll pay for your grub, but you can sharpen your own damn sword."BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-35176062356840935362010-06-17T13:13:00.000-07:002010-06-17T13:13:11.303-07:00The corner booth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JoQ5w4T2oyiI4gKWLFQkkQaVzyWit4NFtq2nHNRU_OGwceGW8HQMUbCGxSA_Y1fzzak8aiurXd9rDwrYDXgsdg9WiROx_zLHx1j7MRiJcQskWLh5-hBAqqzM43O6jRZ0nzJxX50RQDVE/s1600/ulf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JoQ5w4T2oyiI4gKWLFQkkQaVzyWit4NFtq2nHNRU_OGwceGW8HQMUbCGxSA_Y1fzzak8aiurXd9rDwrYDXgsdg9WiROx_zLHx1j7MRiJcQskWLh5-hBAqqzM43O6jRZ0nzJxX50RQDVE/s320/ulf.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Hrothgar sat in the corner booth, in relative darkness, across from Enelye.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The man in the slashed leather jerkin got up from his droning companinon and walked directly over to Hrothgar.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">He stood in front of him, confident. "My name is Ulfwick Fornier. Most everyone calls me Ulf. I have a steady sword arm and could stand to be away from that yacking fool. I must demand a full share, plus traveling rations and a new edge on my blade. If that is acceptable to you I shall be available to accompany you on this, well what ever it is you are doing." He waved his gloved hand in disregard. "Please let me know, directly so I may end my association with that pratteling old fool." Pointing over his shoulder at the man he was sitting with.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Hrothgar What do you do?Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-26896415378006585942010-06-17T09:18:00.001-07:002010-06-17T09:18:47.997-07:00A proclamationHrothgar, still wearing his magic cloak, jump atop the nearest bench.<br />
<br />
<br />
"Citiznes!", he shouted above the din,"I beg but a moment of your time. I am Ranor, servant to mighty adventurer Hrothgar." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Enelye rolling her eyes. He continued "we seek brave retainers for a perilous quest. All will enjoy an even split of what treasures are found. Gentlemen, and ladies, there is glory enough for all.<br />
<br />
Those interested should come to this corner table", he said pointing.<br />
<br />
Hrothgar hopped down and retired to the back where he could remove his cloak and return as the mighty Hrothgar.Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-21624549912950576432010-06-17T08:44:00.000-07:002010-06-17T08:44:09.117-07:00Hmph...HRothgar got up and walked to the one nearest to their booth. It was the giant of a man, eating ferociously at his stew. <br />
<br />
<strong><em>Hrothgar what do you do?</em></strong>Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-63328877187388950652010-06-11T09:30:00.000-07:002010-06-11T09:30:20.833-07:00"Let's try 'em all." He got up from the table and approached the closest one.BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-21549346120858136172010-06-10T15:20:00.000-07:002010-06-10T15:20:26.650-07:00Weary Tankard - Interior"What are you wearing Enelye?" said under her breath as she sat down.<br />
<br />
Hrothgar told her the story of Apollonius, and his generosity and Hrothgar's good fortune.<br />
<br />
"Well I spoke to Lord Northewode. Gruff fellow. Not full of meeriment or life at all it seems. Somber and sullen. He was very interested in our daggers and where they came from. He was also puzzled by the ease at which we found them. Most of those kind of relics were discovered and melted down or destroyed generations ago." Enelye paused, "I think he wants to make sure the evils that parts of his ancestors wrought are not coming back to haunt him in the present. The books and the mysterious scrawl were all very disturbing to him. He said to raze the tower if we needed to, he didn't care. But as Lord, he insisted on updates when we come back and forth on anything related to the Northewode legends and name. I kept the books to see if it would help us."<br />
<br />
Another pause...<br />
<br />
"He was an adventurer you know. Pretty good at it as well. Most of Harm was built out of his coffers. Appollonius was one of his travelling mates. He talked a bit about that as well. He is maimed now, and old, but would have been quite sight in his day."<br />
<br />
"So I assume you want to go back. I would like to as well. We had better see if we can find another sellsword to help us."<br />
<br />
Enelye scanned to tavern. It was time for the midday meal and the tavern had become quite full as they had talked. Merchants, tradesmen, craftsmen, and some travellers crowded the tables. Several potential people stood out as neither farmers or merchants. A littleling woman in the corner who was deftly drank flaggons of beer and ate massive amounts of pie at the same time, a very trim and clean man in travelling clothes, who was trying very hard to seduce the serving girl, a massive man, soft around the middle, in a very worn padded jerkin, hungrily scrafing stew, with a large dirk prominently laying on the table next to him, and finally, a foppish sort of man in a slashed and embroidered black leather jerkin with a soft cap with a long white-tipped blue feather coming out of it sat impassively as another man he was sitting with droned on with big grand gestures.<br />
<br />
"Any of those look good to you?", she said to Hrothgar.<br />
<br />
<strong><em>Hrothgar, what do you want to do?</em></strong>Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-87685108938939264392010-06-03T08:00:00.000-07:002010-06-03T08:00:04.666-07:00"Enelye, keep yer voice down. It's me, Hrothgar." he said in his real voice. "Sit down and try not to attract attention."BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-34077992640378411902010-05-25T07:32:00.000-07:002010-05-25T07:32:45.585-07:00EnelyeEnelye walked into the Waery Tankard. She looked around for Hrothgar. He looked at her sideways from his corner booth as she walked in. She looked outfitted for travel, and no worse for the talking to from the Baron.<br />
<br />
She walked over to the barkeep, who pointed her in the direction of Hrothgar. He still had his hood up, concealing his face. Enelye looked at Hrothgar with a puzzled look then walked slowly to his table. Upon reaching it she said, "Rufus tells me you are looking for me? I do not think I recognize you sir. Who may you be and what may I help you with?" She stood in front of Hrothgar casually, but defiantly, not knowing it was him.<br />
<br />
<strong><em>Hrothgar, what do you do?</em></strong>Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-24111745495901990032010-05-10T10:52:00.001-07:002010-05-10T10:52:18.064-07:00"I'll have beer while I wait for her," Hrothgar said.BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-71203375213323752882010-05-10T07:19:00.000-07:002010-05-10T07:19:31.862-07:00Rufus"She was in here last night talking to a somber gent. Haven't seen her but the other one lit outta here after the Captain of the Guard smacked him in the face." Rufus chuckled," I reckon the other one and the elf got into some places they shouldn'ta. They went west onto the Marches. Came back with some treasure, but also got a boastful, pain in the neck, killed. So I reckon the Baron wanted to hear their story." Rufus , casually cleaned the bar. "So, you be buying anything, or maybe some lodging? I'm all talked out."<br />
<br />
Hrothgar looked around and saw several people already enjoying the Tankards sweet ales and dark draughts.Lead Addicthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08643491376746930583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867739191301679586.post-26313481303125512232010-05-06T07:48:00.000-07:002010-05-06T07:48:37.390-07:00Hrothgar strode over to the bar and slapped a few gold pieces on the bar.<br />
"Have seen an eleven woman?," Hrothgar tried to pitch his voice different. "She would have been here earlier in the company of a tall handsome, dark haired fellow. She then left with some of the local constabulary".BaronVonJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13339350668111081119noreply@blogger.com0