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Post by Alcorad on Jul 20, 2005 23:24:40 GMT
Doren and Fox made their way through the tall trees of the Druadan forest. The sun was beginning to set and they were weary from their travels of many days through much of Arnor and the whole of Rohan to the very borders of Gondor. Doren dismounted his steed at a clearing that was either often used as a campsight or a gift from the valar. Present were bountiful amounts of wood stored in a large rocky shelter.
"Welcome to the Druadan Forest, my friend. This is the realm of the Druadain. Here we need to rest for tomorrow we must make our way through Gondor and then pitch camp on the borders of Haradwaith if that is our destination."
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Jul 21, 2005 3:37:05 GMT
Fox dismounted his horse, giving it a slap on its hauch to send it off to graze in the clearing. He grabbed a few of the stock-piled logs along with some kindling of dried birch bark and soon had a fire going. "I've stayed here before. This place is used by many travlers." Fox wandered off into woods to gather some wood, replacing that which they used.
When he came back he had a bundle of wood under his shoulder and a small deer across his shoulder. He bent, letting the deer slide off his shoulder onto the ground and added the wood he collected to the pile. Walking back he pulled a knife from his belt and went to work butchering the deer. "I would have killed a more impressive one, but, I figured it would go to waste." Fox thought about what Ilus had said about making camp on Harad's border and then made a suggestion. "We could ride through Haradwaith, take the road.... I think we would risk killing the horses crossing that cursed desert. Last time I traveled to the jungles of Far Harad I managed to secure passage on a ship. I'm sure we could find a trading vessle headed to Umbar. From there we could stock up and head further south."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 21, 2005 5:02:12 GMT
Doren had started a fire with the wood that they had and sharpened a small stake to cook the meat on between two forked sticks that were balanced with an assortment of large rocks. A thought came to mind that Fox had said he travelled to this location before and suspected it was used by many travellers. Doren knew that fact to be false. "I have come to beleive this to be an outpost of the Druadain. We need to make our visit here swift. I would not wish to be here when they return."
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Aug 4, 2005 20:57:33 GMT
After they had their fill of the venison and also a good rest Fox whistled for his horse and mounted it as the steed aproached. He turned to Ilus, whom seemed a bit paranoid about staying for too long. "Well, lets be on our way then and ride straight on to Minas Tirith from here."
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Post by Alcorad on Aug 4, 2005 21:05:08 GMT
Doren opened his eyes and stood, gathering some of the remaining food and anything else they might need. Without even speaking to Fox he mounted his steed. "Well something urges me to go to Haradwaith. Gondor can wait awhile longer. I do not need to arrive in Minas Tirith for a few days. Perhaps we could hunt some game in Harad and then make our way to Gondor. I'd like to visit before the Trial."
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Aug 4, 2005 22:59:49 GMT
((Odd timeline we have here))
Fox nodded, "Very well, perhaps we should ride hard to Osgiliath. Theres a good chance we find a boat headed south, then with any luck we could find passage on a trading vessel bound for Umbar. Unless that is, you want to travel hoseback on that blistering road to Harad."
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Post by Alcorad on Aug 8, 2005 4:34:00 GMT
"Umbar? That could be in order. Come. Let us make our way South." Doren pressed his steed forward, knowing Fox would follow.
(I'm to lazy to write a long post. and this comes before trial. its where i get my mask, harad.)
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