Mulligan steps into the room and all goes dark and spirits fly out of the walls and shred the intruder to the bone.
Well no that was just her worse fear.
In fact Mulligan steps in and nothing else happens except that you feel the weight of hundreds of years on your shoulders and a yearning. A yearning for missing people is an almost overwhelming emotion.
Thoroncir holds out his hand to Gilraen, and will go in next.
Seeing as Mulligan wasn’t instantly shredded to the bone, Elfstan will join her to help look around (barring objections).
Princess Gilraen is startled out of her reverie and she and Thoroncir step in followed by Elfstan. The two Dúnedain get a strong feeling of being welcomed. Almost an electric glow to them. The light in her hand becomes both stronger and softer. The room is lit like daylight but without glare.
Princess Gilraen remarks in a far away voice finally answering Thoroncir’s question, “It must be a tomb and a hallowed one.” She pauses for a long moment. “I think it would be appropriate if I perform a ceremony to sanctify this room and the house before we leave."
The Hobbits explore the room carefully. They find no traps.
Ghân keeps thinking he sees movement in the picture of the tree grove on the crest on the door.
:dubious:
:eek:
Good stuff. I almost got a shiver down my spine. 
The party seems to be at an impasse. The room is clean and bright and strangely soothing and yet obviously the entrance to the family tomb. It is having an odd effect on the two young Dúnedain and the Elves that have yet to enter. The Hobbits barely notice anything except a feeling of age and reverence. Ghân may or may not be seeing things.
I will take a look around. I have no dread of the spirits of Men, only compassion - and I believe nothing here means us harm, for surely we hold the ancient owners of this house in naught but reverence.
Here come no robbers a-plundering,
seeking to take by stealth;
but only travellers wondering
and those to whom knowledge is wealth.
As Gil-Gandel shakes himself out of his own wonderment and sings a reassuring song he feels waves of welcome and peace.
Shaken by the profundity of the magic in the room, Deor steps in slowly, awestruck by the age and importance of the place.
“For the record, folks, I draw the line at tomb-robbing. I’m willing to investigate in hopes of learning more, but let’s proceed slowly, carefully, and respectfully.”
Is Lorliana here? She’d be well-equipped to help us learn more.
Lorliana, “I’m sorry Deor. I’ve never heard about things like this. I knew the people of Haleth and Woses had a very tight alliance but I had no idea it survived into the third age and that the Kanotir family had such a wealth of magic. That crest is fascinating though. Do we have any reason to look in the tomb itself?”
Ok everyone, time to come and pay respects, should you wish.
I will wedge the door open so people do not get locked in, until such time as we are ready to leave and Gilraen has re-sanctified the room.
You are right Deor, we should not be turning this room over. It would be improper.
Thoroncir kneels for a few moments in reverence, his sword drawn and inverted before him, point down, before leaving the room. He then goes to make sure the horses and animals are all right.
Before Thoroncir leaves the following is heard but not aloud.
“Collectively you are a power for good. Beware Kkósal, once he was amongst us but he dreaded death too greatly and fell under Sauron’s influence. His gift for talking helped sway many others to the Dark Lord. Now each of you now enter and take these hidden relics, fight the shadow and bring home the family. So did Lady Vanimeldë prepare for this day.”
The door seems almost to melt away though Gwaelur perceives it simply recessed into the floor leaving in a blurring of light.
There is a tomb of course. It is clean but musty. An altar in the middle and several racks for arms. The tomb is lined with lime coated shelves.
Gwaelur is encouraged to approach the central altar where lies Rilthol – Helm of Brilliance is an ancient helm made by the Dwarves of Belegost it will aid a brave Dwarf.
Thoroncir is led to a deep shelf. At the edge lies Kálthalion – Holy Strength is an ancient sheath for a Númenórean Long Sword.
Gilraen is led to a nearby shelf where the ancient Rod of Kanotir lights up on her approach. It is made of a strange white metal. It will aid in fighting undead.
Gil-Gandel and Miron are also led to the central altar where lie Glinras – Gleaming Horn – This will raise spirits and call for aid in the hands of a master musician and Aiwendil – Lover of Birds – A small magic ring with the pictures of 12 birds carefully engraved. It allows communication with bird friends mentally over great distances among other powers you’ll find.
Ghân has the feeling he needs to look in the troll tower for Taurgol – Wood Sorcery – A short Oaken Rod from the Woods near long lost Thargelion.
Take and use the books young Wizard of Eorl and seek the Gold Ring of seven stones, it shall aid thee. See post 1028
Mulligan is led to a small stand near a small shelf. On the stand is a small blade in a sheath and a set of shining black Galvorn Chainmail that would fit a Hobbit or young child. (It won’t affect thieving abilities and may be slept in.)
Elfstan joins her and is to take the small Númenórean Blade that is but +2 but +5 vs. Undead and should be the bane of Kkósal.
When the last member leaves the tomb the door closes again without a sound and Lorliana and Curunauth seem unaware that you left the room so engrossed in their studies were they.
Lorliana is eager to see if Rivendell has any information on Kkósal. She also mentions that she believes Kano/tir roughly means Guard Commander.
Oh, my.
So no pressure, right?
Sensing that we’re done downstairs, Deor will assist Gilraen in her Ceremony if she needs it and wait until she’s done otherwise, then go back up and begin poring over the book of the Númenórean family- that’s probably got some information about Kkósal that we’ll need or more information about these relics. (It’s not tomb-robbing if the Lady of the house offers it!) If he can get Lorliana going on her own on that (she probably reads the language better than he does) he’ll ID that ring if it’s magic, and examine it if it’s not.
Thoroncir is humbled and deeply moved by the gift of Kalthalion. He utters a silent prayer of thanks, straps the scabbard onto his swordbelt and sheathes his longsword within it. It feels very right and good.
Once the Princess Gilraen has completed her Ceremony and the tomb is resealed, Thoroncir asks to speak with her privately. He then says, “What an extraordinary experience, my lady! To have the royal ancients of Men reach out from the past both to supply our present and to shape our future leaves me in wonderment. My congratulations on receiving the Rod of Kanotir, of course; I know you will wield it well.”
He pauses, troubled. “But tell me… from what I have read and heard, Kkosal sounds like he may be either the Mouth of Sauron or perhaps a Ringwraith, all long thought dead and gone since the fall of Barad-dur. If things are as I suspect, then it seems that gallant little Elfstan perforce will yet have a special role to play. And the voice said to ‘bring home the family’… could that mean we ought to see that this home is once again occupied by the Dunedain?” He frowns. “Perhaps we should make explicit to our comrades the Kingdom of Gondor’s lawful claim to this good and time-honored house; and yet I would not unnecessarily cause dissension within the party. Perhaps such a declaration would be… premature. What think you, O princess?”
Mulligan is holding the chainmail with a strange look on her face.
On the one hand, she has been given a priceless artifact to help her.
On the other hand she has never worn chainmail before and is unsure if she can still wear it with both her cloak and if the wildcat would approve of it.
Let alone black chainmail??
Ghân will tell the party what the voice said and ask them for help exploring the Troll Tower when convenient.
Ghân, I will have no problems in trying to help you find your artifact.
Maybe someone can explain to me how this chainmail is black. I mean I don’t think it’s painted and it feels different to any other metal I have come across. Is there something wrong with it?