Tol I saw you in #torn the other day which reminded me of this place...glad to see a revival may be in the works.
Monday: Anytime at night really Tuesday: Anytime after 12pm Wednesday: Same as Mondays Thursday: Same as Tuesdays Friday: Anytime after 12pm but before 10pm or so. Also after like 2 or 3 am if people are still up. Saturday: Same as Friday Sunday: Pretty much whenever
Last Edit: Sept 21, 2009 11:39:13 GMT -5 by Wingfoot
"I'm here, I'm fine." He replied. "No need to worry." Baranor carefully stepped back and felt Laire's mane brush against his hand. "Your horse...can he find a way through?" Baranor turned around and stared blankly into the darkness.
Baranor quickened his pace as he walked down the hall. He ran his fingertips against the cold wall as he walked, noting everything that seemed odd or unpredictable. He could hear Nauriel soft footsteps behind her, but not much else other than his own breath. He finally reached what seemed to be like a large plateau. It looked somewhat like the massive plateau he had been told about in Dimholt. All of a sudden his torch unlit and darkness crept over them. The ground began shaking and stopping, doing this repetitvely. He turned behind her to see Nauriel, but all he saw was blackness.
Baranor reached Nauriel and looked to the ceiling. He waved the torch in front of his eyes and studied its structure. He shook his head, and looked sharply at Nauriel. "These walls are moist, and strong, they should not be collapsing." Baranor paused and waited a few moments before speaking again. "Someone doesn't want us here..." Baranor lowered his torch and walked past Nauriel, sweat dripping from his forehead.
They had been walking down the narrow straight for about five minutes when Baranor heard a thud. He suddenly turned his body facing Nauriel, almost shocking her. He frantically ran back to the tunnel entrance, where a pile of giant boulders lied in front of the entrance. Baranor cried out and lowered his head. He waited a few minutes before yelling back to Menel. "The entrance is barred!" He screamed. "No way back now!" Baranor closed his eyes, saying something in Elvish. He opened them and courageously walked back to Nauriel, one hand gripping the torch, the other grasping his sword.
Baranor arched a brow and rubbed his chin, listening to Nauriel's thoughts. "We take the left tunnel," he said. "A man must have gone through here once, which may mean that others did as well. My guess is it's just a set off, a diversion so seekers take the middle or right path. Other wanderers..." Baranor looked down at the corpse. "Must have discovered this. Come! Baranor drew his sword and cracked his neck, entering the left tunnel.
((I played Peasent's Quest, it was awesome. Burn that kerrek....anyways))
Baranor looked up from the ground and stared at Nauriel. He repeated the exact words, only saying them slower, more careful. He still did not know what "Eye of the Seeker" meant, so he walked, and wondered. He heard drops of water falling from the low roof onto the hard ground. Every step he took a rock crumbled beneath his feet. He gazed out in front of him as the walls lengthened, and they were in the middle of a large platform. There were 3 different tunnels that lied before them.
They crept deeper into the tunnels now, slowly getting darker as the light from outside began to disappear. Baranor looked ahead as he remembered the exact words he had been told about the treasure. "Deep in the depths of the mountain, through a maze of tunnels and roads, a great treasure of diamonds and jewels lies buried in the eye of the seeker." Baranor said this aloud and pondered what could the "eye of the seeker" mean...
Baranor hesitated before he answered her question. "Well, given the fact neither of us have ever ventured these areas, and that we have no guide, I guess our intuition really needs to kick in now." Baranor chuckled as he moved farther into the mountain. The air getting thicker and warmer and the cool breeze beginning to slow. "I guess we just follow this path," he said, "But if I know a true man from Rhun, they would not be so obvious. Look for clues, and traps." Baranor's voice trailed off as he stared into the darkness.
Baranor looked at Nauriel and nodded. He took a few bags off Roheryn and latched them onto Laire. "I too care for my horse. But he is strong, I know he will meet me at the other end." Baranor kissed his mane and waved his hand, sending Roheryn off into the mist. Baranor adjusted his belt and took a deep breath, then walked forward, entering into the mountain. He waved the torch in front of him enabling to see. He saw icicles hanging from the roof, with rocks scattered about. He looked down to a rat runniing around his feet and he shoved it away. He gazed out in front of him, seeing a long and wide pathway that leaded into the unknown.
Baranor smiled and grabbed the wood from Nauriel. He held it with his left hand as he viciously struck his sword against the mountain side. A quick spark ignited as he poked the wood in and it lit up in flames. "We do not ride through the mountain. The terrain is too tough for any horse, even the greatest. The darkness may also get to them. We walk."
Baranor nodded at Nauriel as he stepped closer to the entrance.
Baranor abruptly halted Roheryn as the terrain became smooth and cold, and the pass into the mountains was now only a few yards away. "Sure, torches sound like a good idea," he said, "but how do you suppose we make one?" Baranor reached out his hand, pointing at the ground. There was no wood, no trees, no stones. Only snow and dust."
Baranor smirked and glanced next to him at Nauriel. "Our doom?" He said, "No. Surely not OUR doom. Maybe yours." Baranor laughed at his joke. He held on tightly to the reins as Roheryn stumbled over a bunch of rocks. "Have no fear my Lady, we will come out fine." Baranor gave a calm smile to Nauriel and continued riding. "We are almost at the entrance to the mountain range. We follow this path into the depths of darkness."
Baranor slowed his pace as the terrain got rougher. He turned back to make sure Nauriel was there. "You know" he said as he contiued riding, "Great beasts and creatures guard that treasure. Creatures that were not bound to Sauron, so did not die after the war." Baranor could sense Nauriel was a little nervous about the journey ahead.
"Did I forget to mention to you, we are not the only ones? We are just the first to cross these lands. That is why you've brought your weapons."
Baranor narrowed his eyes and looked beyong the rock face towards the mountains they'd soon be travelling. "Call it a Gondor man's intuition. I just feel that if we had left any sooner, something wouldn't have gone our way."
Baranor leaped up and saddled Roheryn again. He grabbed two rocks and smashes them together, igniting a spark which then lit the stick he has previously snatched. "We may need light guidance" he said "Who knows it there is anything but darkness in the depths of the mountains."
Baranor told Nauriel the outline. They were to ride through the mountains and caves, searching for the treasure. It was rumoured that it was on the Eastern side of the mountain range, in a tunnel somewhere. "We'll check out that side first, "he spoke as he pointed, "Come Nauriel, we must hasten."