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Post by Alcorad on Jul 12, 2005 0:26:13 GMT
As Doren stepped out into the cool night air of Bree he smiled and began walking towards the wooden gate of the city that had been repaired since the wraiths destroyed it in the Third Age.
"A fighting tournament really. Something to keep me interested. If memory serves me I am to fight Legolas of Mirkwood in the next round. It should be interesting considering the fact that Legolas was a member of the fellowship that accompanied Frodo of The Shire in his quest to destroy the One Ring."
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Jul 12, 2005 1:20:39 GMT
Fox shrugged as they walked towards the gate. "Bah, a fighting contest...., would be more interesting, say ..... you were to fight a lion or bear. Perhaps a couple of wrags." He then laughed to himself, "Perhaps I will find amussement in watching a Mirkwood elf take the best of you though."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 12, 2005 1:33:08 GMT
"I am quite interested to know how it will turn out. I am not oversure of myself though I am a Dunedain Ranger. The skill and percision of the elves is well-known throughout Middle Earth, and I hope to have a good fight. I hear that the Pelennor will be enchanted with warding spells that will stop or delay death. Some fights can become rather bloody however friendly they may be intended to be."
Doren laughed to himself with a subtle cryptic tone. Something about a friendly fight with no boundries wasn't as comforting as one would think it to be.
"So are you headed in any direction inparticular, Fox? I'm sure an elf of Mirkwood has some sort of business in Bree."
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Jul 12, 2005 1:49:44 GMT
"I left my home in Mirkwood about a fortnight ago, traveled north around the mountains, and then south through Fornost and the downs, hunting as I went. The past three days I spent hunting in the Old Forest and then a full load of furs on my back and a stong desire of ale brought me to Bree. Maybe after this visit to Minas Tirith I will go south to the jungles of Harad and hunt the creatures there."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 12, 2005 2:00:41 GMT
Doren nodded and walked through the gates without being hindered. The gate keeper knew him well but under his true name and not that of Ilius. He felt the slick texture of slick, damp earth beneath his boots and stepped with caution.
"So you are a master of the hunt? I know it well but never have I ventured to go so far as the jungles of Harad. I presume you wish to find Mumakil and perhaps sell their hide and ivory tusks for profit?"
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Jul 12, 2005 2:26:45 GMT
Fox glanced back at the gate keeper, whom on his arrival had stopped and questioned everyone comming and going. He then glanced to Ilus, "I guess he gets lazy at this hour.." Fox took in a breath, smelling the night air. They were headed into the wind, thus he had no worry-he would smell any wolves they came across this night... unless they came from behind. Fox answered the rangers question as they began their trek to Weathertop. "A master? I'll venture to say I am among the finest from Mirkwood. I've spent the last six hundred years or so honing my skills. As far killing a Mumak.... I have done it. Not much thrill in it to be honest. The wild ones herd together, you can see, hear and smell them for leagues. The only skill that is required as far as archery goes is the ability to carry several quivers on your back. Now, if luck is on your side, a caravan of Haradrim nomads will show up shortly after you kill the beast, buy it from you and relieve you of the task of skinning and butchering it. I perfer smaller and faster game honestly, crafty ones, and also the creatures that stalk you as you are stalking them. You should travel to the jungles sometime, there are many things there to test your skill as a ranger."
*Are we there yet..... to weather hills that is*
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 12, 2005 4:08:15 GMT
(We should continue posting at Weather Hills i suppose.)
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