Middle Earth: Sunset of the Fourth Age

Hey, Where'd They Go?

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We return to our heroes, who are fortifying the castle. Araphor suggests infiltrating the renegade elves’ camp, but we need more information.

Nwalme interrogates more prisoners. He learns that their original plans have gone by wayside. They failed to drain the river to let in their forces, they lost one of their wizards to lead those forces, and they were expecting to be able to just walk into the castle, because they had suborned the people who had controlled it (Eorcanstan’s men). With none of these elements now in place, the final attack has been abandoned.

According to our prisoners, they have maybe 1,200 elves and 2,000 orcs, to attack the castle. They don’t all quite agree on the exact numbers.

Our prisoners talk more about how they came to invade. In the far east, elves have been deeply divided up until the last 500 years or so. This new order was mostly held together by a couple of men in black, the Blue Wizards, and a few elf chieftains. Any time the major leaders aren’t there, the rest become paralyzed and disorganized.

Gothforg appears to be the current man in black who is in charge of the troops. Lothar of the Green Pools is the elven chieftain working with Gothforg. It seems that there is always such a pair working together.

For a couple of centuries these leaders had been pushing the idea that the elves are all one united front and can take what’s long been due to them. But our recent successes are hurting morale, and they’re beginning to splinter into their constituent factions once more.

We realize that they have been mind-controlling their own people to keep the peace and hold the coalition together. The mages themselves, however, are also from a mix of villages. Which begs the question of why these mages are working together to keep this mind control going…

In light of this new information, it’s unclear why we are trying to hold the castle. Our real task is to “take care of the leadership” and stop these troops from being in a position to cause more trouble later. Presumably we could neutralize pieces of the army.

Araphor sends Stormdancer up to do some reconnaissance among the enemy troops.

The patrols that were supposed be nearby are no longer around. Clearly, their army is not as large as we had thought.

Several groups of elves – 300 or so, in total – are walking back towards their home, over the north mountains toward the Sea of Rhun.

There are four parties of about 200 elves each, heading West toward the plains. Our heroes decide that these elves should be dealt with, as their path takes them into the heart of the Empire.

Each of the four groups has about two wagons and maybe two dozen horses, some with riders. They contain subgroups of 30-80, with wagons generally toward the center of each. Each of the large groups are about a mile apart.

Our heroes head out to reach these parties. After about a half a day’s ride, we’re approach closely enough that they might be able to see us. They’re still in the foothills, a few hours short of the plains.

Araphor and Nwalme collaborate to make an offer to parlay. Nwalme casts Create Servant and instructs the servant to wait 15 minutes and then approach the elves. It is to say in Sindarin, “The Empress Guard request a parlay at sunset at [a nearby hill], no more than five representatives. I need a yes or no response.” When an acceptable response has been given, it is to leave on a path perpendicular to its original approach and then vanish. Stormdancer will ride in on its shoulder, with Araphor watching from within. Meanwhile, the party heads off in a different direction altogether, so that the servant’s path does not reveal their location.

The servant is challenged and brought into the nearest elves’ camp. It quickly becomes apparent that those present are more “frenemies” than friends. (The higher-ups speak a version of Sindaran that Araphor can mostly understand.) They agree to meet us. One was clearly not predisposed to come; when he realized four others agreed, he joined in.

We see nine elves leave — the four leaders who were more agreeable, plus five adjutants. The most hostile leader is only sending his aide. They stop when they’re still a ways away from the meeting location. Bo is slightly off from the group, bow at ready, while Guthwyn, Strongwülf, and the others await the elven delegation at the appointed place.

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