MiddleEarth: Eriador campaign

MEE-S2E4: We will never make it in time! Vogar (Bill) Dwarf Warrior Zim (Tony) Hobbit Treasure Hunter Ricfried (Brian) Woodsman Warden Lorig (Matt) Dwarven Scholar Mud (Duane) Wood Elf Wanderer Axel (Geoff) Rohanian Warrior 31 Oct : They crossed the Carn Dûm bridge, forging their way past the visage of the Witch-King. Image or actual mattered not as the fright was real. As real as the horde of goblins pouring out of the ruins and gorge. Hundreds, thousands? More than they could handle; thus, they loaded the children onto the horses as they ran beside. It was a chase of endurance. [Keith used the ‘Chase’ mechanics of both Cthulhu and DnD. Using individual CON-modifiers (+3) to determine how many ‘Dash’ moves each could make before they suffered Exhaustion. Each quarry-character would declare his move actions, then roll to determine the pursuit complications. The chase became a

MEE-S2E3: the threat of Corruption edged closer! Otbert (Bill) Beorning Wanderer Zim (Tony) Hobbit Treasure Hunter…late Ricfried (Brian) Woodsman Warden Lorig (Matt) Dwarven Scholar Mud (Duane) Wood Elf Wanderer Axel (Geoff) Rohanian Warrior 16 Oct, 2964, 7pm : After driving the lurker back into its cave and plundering its treasure hoard, the group looked for a place to rest. Vogar suggested the cave itself since the goblins feared it. But Ricfried suggested another camp without an immediate threat. Per his ‘Campfire Tales’, injuries were quickly healed. 17 Oct : Back on the trail with another 200 miles to go till Carn Dûm. Within a day they came across a partially collapsed stone-bridge that created a challenge. Mud and Lorig found a tricky pass to cross with consideration for the two horses in tow. Vogar crossed first trailing a rope behind him for others to follow. Followed

MEE-S2E2: “Serve him or die” Vogar (Bill) Dwarf Warrior Zim (Tony) Hobbit Treasure Hunter Ricfried (Brian) Woodsman Warden…absent Lorig (Matt) Dwarven Scholar Mud (Duane) Wood Elf Wanderer Axel (Geoff) Rohanian Warrior 1 Oct, 2964 : Vogar woke from his restless sleep, dug out his fine comb, and began running the teeth thru his almost non-existent hair. Once his morning ritual done, he stepped outside to complete another ritual as he untied his pants, when the morning chill shrunk his privates. “What am I doing up in the north? An alliance Radagast said. There was something else.” His allies brushed past him as they too exited the hut, finding a large gathering of hillmen. More than just this village, probably 6-7 tribes arguing amongst themselves. “Cynbal, surely the goblins have taken the children across the river or high into the mountains. Do not ask US to disturb the river