Candy Cane Elf
AdvancedJ3llyIn the mud, and the dirt, and the gore and blood of the Field of Celebrant was where the foundations had been laid for the formation of the Kingdom of Rohan - with the mounted Northmen coming into the rear of the Easterling host and breaking them, engaging in a hunt that saw almost every one of the Balchoth run down and slain, the lands of Calenardhon given unto the Éothéod by Cirion of Gondor. Here it was that this otherwise unsettled folk were to establish their domain, commanded by King Eorl and allied for time immemorial to the Stewards and southern realm of Gondor.
It was also here that a meeting was to take place - a council if you will - of Dwarves and Men and Elves, each drawn to the same place by letters hastily written in a well-practiced hand, the written words warning of a doom that could not be avoided; some mocked it as nothing more than the ravings of some maddened scholar, but others...those that knew of such things...refrained from mockery and instead sent their finest to the Rohirric capital of Aldburg. There were others, those who could not comprehend what the mentioned 'Anvil' was or could be, the letter merely stating that it was an object of great power and to cross into Calenardhon with all speed lest evil overtake the will and machinations of good men.
Aldburg itself was no more than a large motte-and-bailey construct - a large hillock with the lower level surrounded by a towering palisade of wooden stakes and a firmly built gatehouse, the inhabitants of these lower levels living in simple houses of wattle-and-daub with thatched roofs and, oddest of all, each one having a stable where at least one horse seemed to be kept. As one moved through the simple houses, past the smithy and the tavern, they came to a second, sturdier, gatehouse topped by a walkway from where golden-haired and blue-eyed warriors in burnished and tall helms gazed down at any who approached; past the gate and within the uppermost ring was built the only stone building within the capital, the kings own hall and residence.
Inside the building sat Eorl upon his throne, a long hall laid out before him and a high roof above him, a long table covered in simple wooden vessels and utensils seemingly already prepared for company that the King believed would soon arrive. Through those thick wooden doors they would come, whoever they might be, into his prescence and that of the roaring hearth not too far away. Here is where he would be, and here is where he would meet them.
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It was also here that a meeting was to take place - a council if you will - of Dwarves and Men and Elves, each drawn to the same place by letters hastily written in a well-practiced hand, the written words warning of a doom that could not be avoided; some mocked it as nothing more than the ravings of some maddened scholar, but others...those that knew of such things...refrained from mockery and instead sent their finest to the Rohirric capital of Aldburg. There were others, those who could not comprehend what the mentioned 'Anvil' was or could be, the letter merely stating that it was an object of great power and to cross into Calenardhon with all speed lest evil overtake the will and machinations of good men.
Aldburg itself was no more than a large motte-and-bailey construct - a large hillock with the lower level surrounded by a towering palisade of wooden stakes and a firmly built gatehouse, the inhabitants of these lower levels living in simple houses of wattle-and-daub with thatched roofs and, oddest of all, each one having a stable where at least one horse seemed to be kept. As one moved through the simple houses, past the smithy and the tavern, they came to a second, sturdier, gatehouse topped by a walkway from where golden-haired and blue-eyed warriors in burnished and tall helms gazed down at any who approached; past the gate and within the uppermost ring was built the only stone building within the capital, the kings own hall and residence.
Inside the building sat Eorl upon his throne, a long hall laid out before him and a high roof above him, a long table covered in simple wooden vessels and utensils seemingly already prepared for company that the King believed would soon arrive. Through those thick wooden doors they would come, whoever they might be, into his prescence and that of the roaring hearth not too far away. Here is where he would be, and here is where he would meet them.
@Sigurd@BCTheEntity@DrunkasaurusRex@Vor@POOHEAD189@Winston Smith@Andromedai