Middle Earth FA63 D&D Game. Fourth Adventure. Journey to Rivendell

First the disclaimer: The thread is for the game itself. Questions and peanut gallery stuff should go on the control thread: D & D on the Straight Dope setup thread. (In Middle Earth FA63)
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It is **July 3rd.**The Party is headed to Rivendell via Stonewaith Valley and a shortcut through the Drúadan Forest. They will then head for Edoras and perhaps Aglarond. Finally they will go to Tharbad then cross-country to the Last Bridge and finally to Rivendell. They are escorting Curunauth son of Celebrimbor to Rivendell and Lorliana a Gondorian Loremaster who is 22 and a party of 10 dwarven merchants as far as Tharbad

Minas Tirith to Tharbad has good roads the entire way. At Pony speed the journey of 825* miles to Tharbad should take 20 days. Then the small paths through the lands between Tharbad and the Last Bridge which are 250 to 300 miles and finally 120 miles from the Last Bridge to the Valley. So 20 days to Tharbad, 10 to 20 days to the bridge and 3 days to the valley. So 33-43 days.

Here are the marching order and watches:

Gwaelur, Ghan and Mulligan
2 Pack Ponies
Pack Renee and Thoroncir

Dwarf Deor Dwarf
Pack Curunauth Pack
Dwarf Lorliana Dwarf
Pack Pack Pack
Dwarf Pack Dwarf
Spare Spare Spare
Pack Pack Pack
Dwarf Spare Dwarf
Pack Pack Pack
Pack Pack Pack
Dwarf Spare Dwarf
Pack Pack Pack


By night we have the following:
Renee, Elfstan and Mulligan on first

Ghan and Gwaelur on second

Deor and Thoroncir on third

Miron will be on watch until midnight, Gil-Gandel after. Neither needs as much sleep as the others and both can daydream during dusk and dawn to rest themselves, saving their superior senses for full darkness.

The Role Call **
Gil-Gandel – Malacandra - Trainee bard, Sindar (“Grey Elf”) 4th level
Miron Daelhind - Omi no Kami – Ranger/Archer, young Silven Elf of Ithilien 4th level light on tracking, good with Herbs & healing.
Mulligan Took – CatInASuit - Burglar, Hobbit (Sister-Son of Peregrin Took himself) 5th level
Elfstan Fairbairn – RogueRacer - Burglar, Hobbit (Son of Elanor the Fair, so heir to Samwise Gardener) 5th level
Deor – appleciders – Mage or Rohan (Brother of Theogrim) 4th level
Ghân-buri-ghan – glee - Druid, Wild Man (“Wose”) 5th level
Gwaelur son of Gwaelin – NAF1138 - Fighter, Dwarf of the Glittering Caves. 4th level
Sir Thoroncir Knight Errant– Elendil’s Heir - Fighter, Man of Gondor a Sea-Knight of Linhir 5th level
Princess Gilraen(Renee)- NPC – Beautiful young woman of Gondor and trained Healer of Estë 4th level
Theogrim – OneCentStamp – Knight of Rohan * On Hiatus Staying with the cavalry

Brin – D_Odds – Ranger of Dale 4th level On Hiatus Returning to Dale

Notable Animals:
Folca: Deor’s really well trained Red Tailed Hawk. He is often invisible.
Cúran: A very swift and well-trained horse of the Elves, Gil-Gandel’s mount.
Kali: A fine Silver Grey Mare of exception stock. Her lines trace back to Shadowfax. She is Renee’s mount.
Missy: The strange green eyes, white fur cat, companion of Renee. It will not talk to Ghân but seems very intelligent and dutiful to Renee. She is an excellent night guard and usually invisible now thanks to Deor.
Anca the War Dog: He is over 200 lbs, looks like a long legged English Mastiff. He stands a 36” at the shoulder and is long legged.
Fang: The ¾ Wolf Friend of Ghân
Brownie: The Owl Friend of Ghân
Swift Wing: A well trained Goshawk that works with Miron
Moose: An occasional talker and Orc Killer. He has now departed for somewhere to the West.
Theogrim’s Rohirrim War Horse: She is a large, well-armored, superbly trained War Mount. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Curunauth son of Celebrimbor. Curunauth is a master smith of Imladris. Celebrimbor was of course the 5th Son of Curufin, son of Fëanor. He rides a fine Elven Horse in very nice silver white mail.

Lorliana is a woman of 22 and was raised in the Minas Tirith and has studied for 12 years with the Loremasters. She has the money to pay a small fee and purchase a spare horse as soon as one can be found. She was hoping in Edoras. She mentions that she has a few small magics at her disposal. She hopes to study Elven lore first hand and learn much. She is around 22 and a fairly pretty blond, probably part Rohirrim and part Gondorian but not Dunedain. She is not evil and is in fact Lawful Good.

Dwarven Merchant group happy for the extra escort, there are 10 of them and they have 15 ponies for themselves and 20 packhorses. They will gladly bring the food supplies and take the dark watches. None are evil and of 2 checked, one was Lawful Good and one was Neutral Good. They are headed all the way to the Blue Mts, so they will go as far as Tharbad with you.

The Leader is Haro son of Tamin. He is 3rd level. The others are Frenin, Krenin, Ganil, Dumin, Janin, Drogan, Hartur, Bammar & Tumin. They have 15 ponies for themselves and 20 packhorses.

Some background, it is 63 years since Sauron and Barad-Dûr fell. King Elessar & Queen Arwen are in their prime and young Prince Eldarion is in his early training at age 20. There is still a constant struggle to tame the brown lands, Umbar, Harad, Nurn and the North. The court summers in Evedim near the lake and spend 9 months in Minas Tirith. Aragorn has campaign more often than not in the last 63 years, but far less than the prior 67. He and Arwen have had 4 daughters. Silmariën (FA45), Gilraen (FA47), Telperiën (FA51) & Fíriel (FA55)

Legolas has removed a small number of his people to Ithilien to support Prince Faramir in this fair land. He visits the courts of Faramir, Elessar, Éomer and Gimli son of Gloin often.

Faramir and Éowyn have two sons: Elboron & Caramir. Both are hardy Warriors. They say the Prince Elboron has the look of his father and Caramir of his mother’s people. Prince Caramir is a great Horseman and loves his visits to his Uncle. Both appear to take strongly after Faramir as they are aging slowly. It has been noted that Éowyn has remained very youthful for all her long years. She could be taken for Éomer’s daughter or even granddaughter rather than his sister. She looks to be in her 50s more than her late 80s. Some wonder if this was a gift of King Elessar’s healing or a reward for slaying the Witch King of Angmar. Faramir is of course still a hale and hardy man. A little over a hundred he too looks to be in his 50s.

In 61 Samwise Gamgee left Middle-earth via Mithlond. Merry and Pippin got their affairs in order and headed south to live in Gondor. Mulligan Took was among their escort. Samwise’s eldest Grandson Elfstan Fairbairn has recently arrived in Minas Tirith.

Elladan and Elrohir of course remain the Masters of Rivendell and assist in the running of Arnor. They in no way have finished with hunting Orcs. Indeed, they have driven the Goblins far underground with their constant attacks on Goblin Gate and often roam north against Angmar itself. Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel seem tireless these days in hunting the scattered remains of these ancient enemies to the North. They often leave the care of Rivendell to the wise Celeborn. He did leave a thriving Sindarin kingdom in Southern Greenwood from where Gil-Gandel most recently hailed.

Thorin III Stonehelm rules the Durin Folk (Khazad). He rules from Erebor of course. His lords include Gimli in Aglarond, Lord Gíon of the Iron Hill and some lesser lords in the Blue Mountains and Fornost. The dwarves are again thinking of Khazad-dûm. Dori and Bofur are still alive, but quite venerable and rich.
Currently Minas Tirith and their allies are fighting a two front war in the South and a Campaign wiping out orc lairs in Ered Lithui.
Gondor is expanding and trying to build up a large force of horseman to supplement the Riders of Rohan. They are building a great road to Rhûn to create trade and build an alliance. They also hope to increase trade to Erebor & Dale. There is a project underway at a slower pace to improve travel along the Anduin. It is expected to take decades.

Arnor is repopulating as is the Anduin Valley. The Shire’s population is growing and their produce is helping to feed the North and even the South. They have steady wains heading to and from the Dwarves of Ered Luin are even supplying produce and pipeweed to the Grey Havens in exchange for salted & smoked fish.

A bridge at Tharbad has been built and the great bridge is being rebuilt. Tharbad is already a thriving and growing town under the command of the family of one of the Grey Company. The population is mostly just men of Eriador. There are small Dwarven and Hobbit communities.

The Great South road is rebuilt and maintained from Fornost to Minas Tirith. All the additional trade has brought much prosperity to Bree and the town and the Prancing Pony have both expanded. Fornost is still small, but growing. Most of the remaining Northern Dúnedain have moved near Fornost.

It’s good to be off on the road again. Strange how quickly city life becomes tiresome.

Ghân would like to move back just a little in the marching order, between Renee (=Gilraen) and Deor. He will be flanked by Anca and Fang, who will be ‘introduced’ to all the travelling mounts.

Fang (and Anca) will occasionally sniff the air for any interesting scents and alert Ghân if needed. Their main job is to defend the party casters (Ghân / Gilraen / Deor).

(Fang and Ghân are available for assisting in tracking if Miron requests it.)

Ghân is happy to share guard duty with Gwaelur, provided he will get enough rest to load spells the next day. Brownie will also be active on that watch (and do some hunting on the other night watches.
Ghân will Locate* prey for Brownie if desired).

Ghân will load:

1st (7) Detect Magic / Entangle / Faerie Fire / Locate Animals* / Speak Animals / Predict Weather** / Purify Water

2nd (6) Barkskin / Cure Light Wounds / Flame Blade / Goodberry / Heat Metal / Slow Poison

3rd (3) Neutralise Poison / Summon Insects / (Call Lightning) or ** (Plant Growth)

He has already cast Protection from Fire on himself and loads in his Stone of Spell Storing (total = 9):

Neutralise Poison / Summon Insects / Barkskin / Entangle

In his Pouch of Freshness, he has 200 Goodberries (1hp each), 30 Herbal Cures (3hp each) and 10 doses of Blowpipe Paralysis Venom.

And away we go again.

Mulligan is looking forward to seeing Rivendell, especially from Uncle Pippin’s descriptions of the place.

Sir Thoroncir always enjoys (and indeed had not yet wearied of) the gallant banners, proud history, gleaming towers, teeming streets, quiet courts and bustling markets of Minas Tirith. But he also welcomes a return to the road, for of course he knows of no better place to be than beside his true love and oath-holder, Gilraen, Princess of Gondor. In the early hours of the trip, after leaving behind the great gates of the White City, they discuss the play Earendil’s Last Voyage, and the meal they enjoyed together the night before.

The Knight-errant’s horsemanship skills have improved with practice in recent months, and he rides easily upon his light warhorse, Seafoam, as the miles pass by. He will drop back, from time to time, to ensure that the rest of the party is doing well, before returning with a smile to Gilraen’s side.

Revised Marching Order:
A compromises as Deor is well protected between two Dwarves.
The ponies to either side of Ghân are Gwaelur’s pack ponies.


Gwaelur Mulligan
Pony Fang Ghân Anca Pony
Pack Renee Thoroncir
Dwarf Deor Dwarf
Pack Curunauth Pack
Dwarf Lorliana Dwarf
Pack Pack Pack
Dwarf Pack Dwarf
Spare Spare Spare
Pack Pack Pack
Dwarf Spare Dwarf
Pack Pack Pack
Pack Pack Pack
Dwarf Spare Dwarf
Pack Pack Pack

By the end of the day, the party has swiftly reached the end of Stonewaith Valley and are ready to slip through the woods that next morning. There was no signs of enemy activity and the handful of locals met indicate the valley has been safe since the party drove out the orcs. The birds scouting saw nothing amiss.

July 4th, the party enters the Drúadan Forest …

Huh. Why does Thoroncir feel an odd urge to light firecrackers and sing “Yankee Doodle,” a song he doesn’t even know…?

At the next convenient break or stop, Miron will ask Ghan what the Wose policy on herb gathering might be. “I’m tempted to search our immediate environs for anything exotic or useful,” he confides, testing his bowstring and absently checking the configuration of his brand-new quiver as they talk, “But I know that we’re guests here, and if they aren’t keen on our gathering food or firewood, I imagine that your people might get quite upset if I were to look for medicinal plants.”

Perhaps Ghân might recommend some elder, well-learned in herb-lore, who could show you around, Miron. That would show respect and ensure you don’t go anywhere the Wild Men do not wish you to.

(Sorry - we went through the Stonewaith Valley faster than I expected!)

Just before the party enter the Druadan Forest, Ghân asks to speak to them all.
(He asks Gwaelur to check that all the Dwarven Merchants understand Common, because he doesn’t want a misunderstanding.)

He explains "This Forest belongs to my tribe. Visitors are rare. You are honoured.
Please do not take anything or light fires. Keep control over your animals. They are welcome to graze or drink.

You will be protected, even if you do not see guards.

My adventuring companions and I will be leaving the rest of you for a short time. Please stay where I show you. You will be safe."

Ghân turns back to the forest and sniffs. Then he nods. “We are expected. Please follow me.”
(There is no sign the party can see, though Fang also sniiffs the air with interest.)

The party enter the forest, which is very quiet.
There is no sign of anyone.

Ghân leads them smoothly along, then into a clearing. There is a stream and beside it neat piles of fruit, nuts and grass. The trees provide shade.

Ghân says “This is all for you and your animals. You can eat your own supplies if you prefer. My companions and I go now. Do not try to leave the clearing. If an animal runs away, it will be brought back for you.”

He smiles proudly at his party and mutters “Please make ready to meet the Headman of my tribe.”

A good way to test both the range of Wose blowpipes and the power of their venoms. :eek:

P.S. Thanks to the DM for giving me permission to post all this. :cool:
More Wose stuff to come shortly, but I thought you might like a chance to respond…

While the party makes themselves ready, Ghân draws Thoroncir aside, and asks for help.
“Please can you tell Lady Gilraen that the Headman will call upon her first. You are most welcome to escort her. My tribe revere her family.”

Then he mutters to Gil-Gandel. “There will be some Wose poetry at the ceremony. If you have enough time, please prepare a song or poem. It would be an honour for us.”

He reassures the party that he will explain each part of the tribal ceremony, and they only have to make simple responses.
There will be short speeches, poetry, tribal markings (only herbal paint, not tattoos!) and a presentation to each party member. No return gifts are necessary.

Thoroncir bows his head. “Of course. Consider it done, my friend.” He does just as Ghan asks.

Ghan, I hope you did let your tribe know.

Mulligan looks the same as she did last time she travelled with the party, ie. male.

The Wildcat is spending most of its time either sleeping, or well, sleeping.

Gilraen goes forth with only her Champion for escort.

Elfstan watches and listens to Ghan with interest. He hopes there will be food for our party too!

Nice turn around time between adventures everyone!

Ghân leads his companions through the forest for a while and finally into another large clearing. He shows them where to sit (in a rough semi-circle) and explains. “Soon my Headman will come. Please rise when he enters. You are welcome to sit when he does.”
(He looks nervously at Gilraen, obviously hoping this is not an insult to her.)

Although up till now there has been no sign of any Wose. Suddenly a whole group appear simultaneously and sit round the edges of the clearing, leaving just a small gap opposite the party.
Then an elderly grey-haired Wose steps into the clearing. All the Wose rise and Ghân signals the party to stand up too.
The Headman (some may recognise a resemblance to the statues near Dunharrow) sits and so does everyone else.

Water is served in wooden bowls, then the Headman rises. Ghân whispers to the party that he will act as translator and they will each be called forward for a presentation.
The Headman beckons to Ghân, who proudly steps up beside his tribal Elder. (The Headman speaks in Wose and Ghan translates into Common.)
“Welcome to our home, the Forest of Druadan. Ghân-buri-Ghân has told us of his travels with you. We salute your defeat of our orc enemies.”

When he says this, the tribe abruptly shout “Ha!”, then fall silent again.

The Headman continues “For this bravery, we grant you passage through our land.”
He pauses, then begins to chant in a monotone “King Elessar granted us this Forest land; And though we are a happy band; Of brothers, like a fire down to embers; Our Wose tribe welcomes you new members.”
(As he translates this, Ghân stares firmly at the party.)

The tribe give another loud roar, then the Headman continues speaking. “We first invite Lady Gilraen and Sir Thoroncir to come forward.”

(Gilraen goes forth with only her Champion for escort.)

The Headman bows to Gilraen. “Our ancestors lived here before your father’s people came to the land. Yet your father, the King, will live in our hearts forever.”
He beckons and a Wose with a pot of green paste advances. Gently the Wose smears Gilraen’s cheeks with two parallel lines, then does the same for Thoroncir.
The Headman smiles. “As honoured members of our tribe, we give you these gifts.”
Gilraen is given a beautiful circlet of rare wild flowers (Ghân murmurs that it will last a long time if kept mainly in her magic pouch).
Thoroncir is handed a scented candle (Ghân comments that it will remind him of the forest when burnt).

As they return to their seats, the Headman makes a cheerful comment and the Wose hum in appreciation. Ghân looks a bit embarrassed, but the Headman simply stares at him until Ghân finally translates “Don’t they make a lovely couple!”

The rest of the party then have the same ceremony carried out.

Gil-Gandel receives a hand carved wooden flute (in perfect tune).
Gwaelur gets a pair of decorated thick leather gloves (suitable for smithing work).
Deor acquires a twig of a rare willow shaped as a model of a magician’s wand.
Mulligan is given a decoration of Holly leaves and berries (Ghân says it is for luck).
Elfstan is handed a selection of wild herbs and local tasty tubers. (Ghân winks at Elfstan and whispers “Think of it as second breakfast!”)
Miron receives a large waterproof leather sack with intricate bead work.

Ooo!! A lucky charm. I shall graciously accept the token of esteem passed across. :slight_smile:

Bowing low and after playing a trial air on my new instrument, I uncover my harp, which gleams like netted stars in the shade. Turning to the Headman:

"The eagle has his eyrie, the badger his sett, the fox his earth and the squirrel his drey; and the Wild Man his poetry, which no Elf can match. Yet after the manner of my own kind I will sing, by your leave.

Cool is the wood beneath the spreading tree
Where in the shade the hidden spring runs clear,
Where runs the hare and leaps the hornéd deer,
Where dwells the Wose, the Wild Man proud and free.
There in the forest that he calls his own
Counting each leaf and every twinkling star
With eye that watches patient and afar
There sits the Wild Man on his woodland throne.
He knows the way of every bird and beast;
He knows the use of every herb and root;
Each tree its nut and every bush its fruit
Brings forth to grace the Wild Man at his feast.
Earth bless the Wose and make his tribe increase,
And no black-hearted foe disturb his peace.

Elfstan gladly accepts the tubers and herbs. He discuss the herbs with Ghan when there is time. After checking over the tubers he decides to try Grandpa Samwise’s famous recipe for taters on them when he next makes a meal.