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"Do not let fear darken your hearts, son of Men! The Enemy is terrible, but there are those here that cannot be cowed, cannot be driven away, no matter how terrible the foe! Rambler is here, fell-handed and dour! Galadhon of the House of Glorfindel spits in the eye of the Shadow, and long has his people opposed the Enemy, ever a blight on their plans! Aeddan, your own kin, mighty among the Woodmen stands! Rescuer of Wolfbiter, you hold him in high esteem, and well it is that you do so for so doughty a Woodman! Not least among us is Caunlaigdir, whose sure hand and keen eye, and unmatched skill with the bow, has already saved many of us.

You have fought, and you have bled, and you have won! The Enemy is simply too dim to know that it has already lost, but I vow to you now, as you hold this gate, so shall we! This foe shall not survive our blades!"

Battle: 3d6 + 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (5, 1, 1) + (7) + 3 = 17
Ayluin grabbed the Horn of Arnor and blew, a clear, loud note sounding forth, filling the hearts of those who heard it with emotion.
Ayluin will then turn to Galadhon and Aeddan, smiling with grim determination, then raised his blade in salute to Caunlaigdir, speaking loudly enough that the Elf on the platform could hear.
"This is not the most fearsome foe we have fought! He shall be felled, like the others before him. Together, friends! Caunlaigdir, aim for the neck and armpits!"

Ayluin then charged, trusting Galadhon and Aeddan to follow alongside. Ayluin held the Shield of Dol Amroth aloft, then cried out wordlessly. He aimed for the beast's hand, using his blade to simultaneously attempt to wound the Troll and deprive it of it's weapon.

Disarm: 4d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (5, 3, 1, 6) + (11) = 26
Ouch. Gonna use a bonus dice.
Bonus Dice: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Should be a roll of 17 total, and 13 damage if successful.

Ayluin brandishes his blade, uttering a battle cry in Quenya, causing the foes to shy before his wrath and brilliance. He steps forward, tall and strong, a lord of Men come to do battle against the Shadow.

He stepped forward, standing next to Aeddan, his mighty weapon slashing out twice.

Swift Strokes: 4d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (2, 3, 6, 4) + (3) = 18
Success; 13 Endurance damage

Opening Volley: 2d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (6, 4) + (2) = 12
Ayluin attempts a shot, but misses; he is rushed, as far more important is getting to the gate to hold it.

Ayluin rips Urfael free from it's scabbard, the blade ringing with a pure, clear sound as it emerges. Ayluin moves swiftly, targeting multiple Orcs with his attacks, attempting to bring down several as quickly as possible; speed is the key to defending the Woodmen.

Open Stance
Swift Strokes Called Shot: 4d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (1, 6, 3, 3) + (2) = 15
13 damage to each

Ayluin speaks to any that ask questions of him, offering advice to those that would be captains in this coming battle. He speaks of what he has seen Orcs do in pitched battles, attempting to prepare them for what is to come. As the Orcs come into view, Ayluin will raise his voice, speaking in a clear, strong baritone.

"They have come to take what you hold dear, but they did not reckon on the strength of your resolve! They think to make you afraid, but they did not reckon on your stout hearts! They think to kill Men, but they did not reckon on your stout sword arms and your allies, making you mighty! We will stand against the Shadow! For Rhovanion! For the Woodmen!"

Battle: 3d6 + 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (6, 2, 3) + (12) + 2 = 25
Great Success, will invoke Leadership for 3rd AP

Awareness: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (6, 2, 5) + (6) = 19
Great success

Seeing the Orcs, Ayluin reacts.
"We are needed! Look, to the gate! Quickly now, a volley of arrows and then it will be time for sword and axe! Caunlaigdir, remain here and rain arrows on our foes!"
Opening Volley?

Ayluin thinks while the leaders of the Woodmen converse, and when there is a break in the conversation, he chimes in.
"Skilled in woodcraft and all manner of hunting and trapping are the Woodmen of the Wilderland. To you, this is my counsel; if there is time enough for such cunning craft, set your people to quickly clear away some of the ground in front of the palisades. It need not be overly deep, perhaps three feet or so, but it should be wide, wide enough for three men abreast at the least. Fill that area with sharpened stakes and then conceal your work. Leave a wide enough path for men to stand together and fight on it, that we may hold the gate.

I say also that any excess hay or other flammable material should be gathered. Orcs and Goblins do not walk abroad in the day, and indeed they fear and flee from the light. Let us ring our battleground with such implements, and once we draw our foe into combat, set them alight with flaming arrows to bewilder and terrify them. My own horn shall sound the volley, and they shall know fear! With such cunning traps, surely the advantage will be ours!"

Battle: 3d6 + 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3, 4) + (8) + 2 = 19
Regular success but I'll invoke Leadership for a 2nd A.P.

Ayluin absolutely wishes to participate.

Insight: 2d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (5, 6) + (4) = 15
Ayluin frowns, composing his thoughts before speaking.
"Many might say that it is the duty of all who would live freely in this good world to aid our fellows against the Shadow, be they Men, Elves or Dwarves. Not all of those might truly reckon the depth of such counsel, for as one of a shattered, hidden people, I can say more surely than most; standing against the Shadow comes at a price.

Even if altruism moves not your heart, my lord, you have far greater experience than I with the Enemy; surely 'tis reason to see that he would not let so great a foe as yourself reside unmolested for ever."

Persuade: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (4, 3, 1) + (10) = 18

Ayluin partook of the wine himself, mulling over the Elvenking's words.

"My thoughts are troubled by this, Thranduil-King. Long have I feared that the Shadow was not so quiescent as we may have wished, and if fell Goblins from the cold of the Misty Mountains are so far afield, indeed, then I fear that the power of the Orcs are not so broken in Rhovanion as we thought after the Wyrm was slain.

Many bonds of fellowship were forged that day. I know that the memory of the Eldar is long, and doubt not that you have grievances against some that dwell in Rhovanion. Those are yours, and you are Lord of your people, and must be proud and strong, and so they are legitimate. But even as your strength shelters those that dwell here, in the eves of the Greenforest, so too could the might of the Firstborn inspire and aid the mortal children of Iluvatar. You do not owe them this, but it would be a testament for all time of thy magnanimity."

Persuade: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (1, 5, 6) + (1) = 13
Really, d12? Using bonus die.
Bonus Die: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Great Success

Insight: 2d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (6, 4) + (12) = 22
Great Success; two bonus dice

Ayluin bows deeply, speaking in the Elvenking's native tongue for a moment.

After that, Ayluin will slowly and deliberately open his pack. He will produce a bottle of the wine that he purchased when they Trader's Isle.

"This is a particularly fine wine, m'lord. It would honor us all greatly if you would partake in a cup with us."

Though he lowers his eyes and offers the bottle in seeming supplication, any gathered can perceive a grace revealed in Ayluin; in the presence of one of the great among the Eldar, the countenance of the grubby ranger has begun to melt away, revealing one of the Men of Elendil lurking beneath.

Courtesy: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (4, 6, 2) + (6) = 18
Great Success; would like to invoke Lordly for a third A.P.

Ayluin closes his eyes, stifling a sigh. He had foreseen this, though as a stranger to the Wood-Elves, he had no power to stop it.

Ayluin steps forward slowly and calmly. He holds out his hands to be bound and readies himself to accept a blindfold.
"Do your duty," he says, ready to accept whatever conditions they impose.

Ayluin speaks softly to his companion.
"Peace, Caunlaigdir. These Elves merely perform their duty, as you would were you a patrolman for Thranduil King. If they shall transport our message for us, mayhap we may enjoy their hospitality for a bit, for even I am weary after our travels!"

Travel: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (3, 6, 5) + (3) = 17
Great Succes; Endurance of the Ranger if necessary

Travel: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (4, 6, 2) + (11) = 23
11 is a 0...so I think I risk a hazard! Let's see what happens!

Gori? You around, sir?

Ayluin bows to the Wizard.
"We shall perform this task, Tender of Beasts. With wine and song and honey we shall ply the lord of Mirkwood and bid him to come hither and lend his aid."

Lore: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (4, 2, 6) + (5) = 17
Great Success!

Ayluin pursed his lips, thinking.
"The Misty Mountains are far from here. If the group is from there...perhaps a remnant of the Battle of Five Armies? Though, that they've remained at large and united for so long is passing strange. Know you of this, Wizard?"
Persuade: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (4, 4, 4) + (5) = 17
Ordinary success

Aeddan- only Awe or Courtesy are used for Introduction unless DM Rag says otherwise. Song is an interaction skil, so I think you have to roll Awe or Courtesy forst.

Insight: 2d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (5, 4) + (10) = 19
Courtesy: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (5, 5, 4) + (9) = 23
1 success and AP each, 1 bonus die

Ayluin bows deeply, then stands straight, his countenance shifting. Galadhon alone has seen Ayluin with his nobility revealed; here is the countenance of the ancient Kings of the greatest Men of any Age of Arda, tutored by the Firstborn and favoured by the Vala before the Enemy deceived them and led them to ruin.
”Long, it has been, since the descendent’s of Elendil have enjoyed the company of thr Istari. I an honored to be in your presence, Wise One. I am Ayluin, son of Neluin.”
This is the first time any of you have heard Ayluin give his given name to a stranger.

”By your word, you have desired to meet us. Is there some sevice we can render, my lord?”
Persuade: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (6, 4, 3) + (10) = 23
Great Success!

Ayluin says nothing but readies his equipment and person for the journey.

Insight: 2d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (3, 4) + (3) = 10

Ayluin sees nothing but notices Gori’s unease.
”Pray tell, what did this man steal?”

Awareness: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (6, 3, 4) + (7) = 20
Great success; first Advancement Point

Ayluin will spend 1 Experience Point and learn Strength of Will, becoming an even more Dauntless Guardian.

Awareness: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (4, 6, 6) + (3) = 19

Extraordinary success!

Ayluin, from his experience with his enchanted war horn and his mighty blade Urfael, immediately recognizes the Cup as an enchanted object.
"Ho, friends! Here is a potent item indeed! I know not if Hartfast is aware of the enchantment on his father's cup; we must make sure to inform him of it when we return it."

Before they leave, Ayluin, remembering the words of the trader, will use his dagger to cut a handful of golden hair from the head of the hag. Satisfied, he will make for the boats as soon as his Companions are ready.

Treasure Roll: 2d12 ⇒ (12, 10) = 22
Cool. I will roll 4 success die.
Success Die: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 4, 6) = 21
Rad! I will spend 2 Experience to gain a powerful treasure

Ayluin's mouth falls open, somewhat shocked. He had not meant for the truth of his words to be displayed quite so quickly.

Somewhat sheepishly, the Ranger quickly cleans the blood and gore from his blade and then sheathes it. He spreads his hands helplessly.

"Well...I suppose that could have gone worse! I do hope indeed that you will not be unsatisfied that I didn't leave enough for the rest of you! Quick is better than difficult, after all, as my father used to say."

Are the forums super janky for anyone else right now? It keeps logging me out, redirecting me to the home page and eating my posts...

Ayluin moves forward, engaging the creature. He brings his shield to bear and strikes forward.

Urfael (1H): 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (3, 1, 3) + (10) = 17
8 endurance, potential wound

Awareness: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (2, 4, 5) + (9) = 20

Startled, Ayluin draws Urfael in one fluid motion, calling his allies to arms.
"To me, Companions! A foe is before us!"

Battle: 3d6 + 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1, 2) + (6) + 3 = 15
Ordinary success, one bonus dice

Ayluin will slide forward, unafraid to face the foe until his allies can gather themselves, if indeed they need the time.
"Come, devil! You face death! You face Ayluin son of Neluin and I will send you from this good world!"

Unsure, LM; I can attack as normal?

Ayluin grins a bit.
”Then go, and take care! See what awaits us!”

Ayluin rubbed his jaw, thinking.

"I do not trust this. It is my thought the the quietest and craftiest amongst us should enter into this lair, carefully. I deem it wisdom that some should remain outside, in case anything goes awry. Who can move with the greatest stealth?"

Awareness: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (3, 2, 3) + (9) = 17

Trader's Isle Market: 1d12 ⇒ 4

Ayluin does not reckon he needs anything but Urfael and his companions at his back for the journey, and so instead he picks up some fine wine that might be enjoyed at a later date. Ayluin thanks Widulven and promises to return. Once all of the Companions who wish have visited the market, Ayluin makes for the boats; there is no sense in tarrying.

Ready to leave as soon as everyone else goes shopping :p

So, thoughts on treasure;

We took it, but did not really divvy it up. I feel that treasure should be split equally amongst the party, and any overflow should be put into a group fund that gets paid out as soon as it can be divided equally.

Example;

We got 20 treasure from the decrepit old fort. Since there's 5 of us, that's 4 treasure each. If it had been 24 (for whatever reason), we would have each gotten 5, and 4 would have gone into the overflow. The next point of treasure we would have gotten, we all would have been paid out one more point of treasure, emptying the overflow.

Make sense, and is that cool with everyone?

As a note, that does change if anyone finds any magical treasure; that's considered their entire haul from a hoard. So if in my previous example, Aeddan had found magical treasure in the hoard that is worth 20, we would have paid that numerical amount only to the other 4 of us, so we would have gotten 5 each.

I will labor under the assumption that everyone is okay with this and pay a treasure of my current 4 to visit the market.

Ayluin grins widely.

"Any help you can give would be most appreciated, and I do think we would be quite willing to explore the possibility of mutually beneficial arrangements as well, Master Widulven! Tell me, know, what should we know of this creature?"

Ayluin recalls a recent song, created after the Battle of the Five Armies, telling how people of the different Free Folk came together to fight evil.

Song: 2d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (6, 6) + (6) = 18
Extraordinary Success! 3rd A.P.

Ayluin blinked. This, he had not been expecting. He had heard no tale of any River-hag, nor, he was sure, had any of his companions. He consulted his own stores of knowledge to be sure.

Lore: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (1, 2, 2) + (8) = 13
Failure unless Old Lore would apply

"I am not familiar with this...River-hag, Master Widulven. What is it? And why would Cilderic be looking to find it with a golden cup? If it has anything to do with defeating such a monster, I ask that you tell me true; for we here are a mighty Company, and few terrors of the old world can stand against us."

Persuade: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (1, 2, 6) + (10) = 19
Great success, would like to invoke Lordly or Leadership for a third Advancement Point; persuading him that we are in fact a might Company (which we are)

"Why you see, friend, our errand here is, through Beranald, on behalf of Hartfast, the Lord of Mountain Hall! You are clearly a man of quality; surely, much like myself, you have no patience for traitors or oathbreakers. We are hear seeking one such. Tell me, have you recently met a man called Cilderic?"

Persuade: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (5, 1, 3) + (4) = 13
...sigh. Another Hope, ordinary success

"It is a somewhat long tale, and I am not the closest information, but I shall do my best! Tell me, do you know of the lay of the Lords of Mountain Hall?"

Ayluin begins to rattle off an old song he knows, celebrating the Woodmen of old.

Song: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (6, 4, 1) + (1) = 12
Spend point of Hope; great success

Ayluin approaches Widulven, smiling openly as he does so. As he approaches, he gauges the man's reactions, taking in his awareness, his posture, and attempts to discern his mood.

Insight: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (3, 5, 4) + (9) = 21
Ordinary success, advancement point and one bonus die

"Greetings, friend! I am called Rambler. These are my companions; Galadhon of Rivendell, Aeddan, a hero of the Woodmen I'm sure you know, Gori son of Oin and Caunlaigdir of Mirkwood. An interesting group, to be sure, but we are recently of Mountain Hall, where Beranald, the doorwarden, enlisted our aid in a task. He named you as a man that might help, and wrote this letter on our behalf. If you'd care to read it, we can see what might be done to help our mutual friend, eh?"

Courtesy: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (4, 5, 1) + (3) = 13
Damn. Will immediately use the bonus die.
Bonus Die: 1d6 ⇒ 6
For a great success and my second Custom A.P.

We can do that. Since we're dealing with Men I feel like it should be you or me, Aeddan.

Lore: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (1, 3, 6) + (3) = 13
Unsuccessful.

Rambler relies on his allies to find out the man's character; he merely focuses on finding this Widuven.

I would like to give one of my bonus die to Caunlaigdir. A good roll, plus a point of Hope, will keep him from his Fatigue rising;

Bonus Die: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Travel: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (5, 4, 3) + (6) = 18
Ordinary Success

"Nay, Aeddan, unless there is some treasure that does but stir the Shadow that lingers in all mortals. It seems mundane enough, though."

Stupid computer took forever to post

Treasure Roll: 1d12 ⇒ 1

Ayluin will investigate the area and, once he is satisfied all is well, will speak to his companions.

"My friends! Many are the heroes, even in lost Ages of the World, that would have been daunted by the foe before us. Few indeed today could boast that they stood fast against one of the Dead, and did not flee, but set them to rest and removed a great Evil from Middle-earth. Well done, all of you, well done! It is my counsel that after so great a labor we shelter here, and resume our journey in the morning, for our quest is not yet complete."

Assuming there are no objections, Ayluin will set up camp. Once that is done and a stew is working, the Ranger will at last turn his attention to the matter of the treasure. If it seems as though it has become truly mundane, he will address the group as a whole again.

"Here, now; some trinkets for our troubles! I deem that no evil now touches these items; let us have a look! For it was from such a forgotten cache that my mighty blade was won."

Magical treasure rolls?

Forgot to mention in this stance I will use Protect Companion of Galadhon.

Ayluin stands shoulder to shoulder with Aeddan, in between Gori and Galadhon, the three performing a protective wedge in front of their archer. He sets his jaw, grim and determined, and speaks to those that have been daunted.

"The hope of the free folk is here, in our keen tools and our stout hearts, for even in the face of this horror we do not flee! Let thy weapons fall and let his accursed evil begone from this place!"

Ayluin strikes again, as hard as he can, hoping that together they can take this monstrosity down.

Savage Blow Called Shot: 4d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (4, 5, 2, 6) + (3) = 20
Thanks RNGesus! Success for 24 Endurance Damage.

Fear Test: 3d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (3, 3, 5) + (8) = 19
Ayluin is undaunted, and stands in front of the creature, ready to do battle.

I will actually switch to a Defensive Stance. I will wait to post my action until others go.

Ayluin flows away, moving lightly and targeting the foe that did not rise from the ground, but seemed to form from the shadow. He speaks, his words almost growled as he seethes with barely contained hate.

"The Dead cannot pass here! Fly, back to the Shadow, and trouble us no longer!"

Ayluin then swings the blade forged by Celebrimbor in a terrible arc, calling forth all of his considerable might and skill to score a telling blow.

Savage Blow Called Shot: 4d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (6, 3, 4, 2) + (6) = 21
That is a success; Urfael is being wielded one handed. The total damage on that should be 24 Endurance Damage.

"Elendil!"

The battle-cry issues forth from Ayluin's lips, and he springs forward, engaging two of the Dead that have risen from their position on the ground. His blade, Urfael, gleams with reflected firelight as he lays about, attempting to strike from a Forward stance more quickly than they can dodge.

Urfael (2handed) Swift Strokes Called Shot: 4d6 + 1d12 ⇒ (6, 4, 2, 4) + (7) = 23
Success; 18 Endurance Damage to both

After his fell attack, Ayluin will unlimber his shield and adopt an Open Stance.

Battle (Ambush): 3d6 + 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 5) + (3) + 3 = 17

Battle: 3d6 + 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (3, 5, 4) + (5) + 3 = 20

Two ordinary successes

Ayluin answers Caunlaigdir.
"If spectral indeed is their form, our only choice is flight; unless they are bound to flesh, weapons cannot hope to harm them unless they are enchanted or full of the light of the Blessed Realm by virtue of the craftsmanship of the Noldorin. But most fear fire, or at least flourish in darkness. We shall rob them of that advantage."

Ayluin sets about his task, setting torches up in the room to ensure that the monsters they will face do not benefit from the darkness. Once his companions have made their preparations, he will grab for the treasure and ready to meet the Dead.