Brigands

Tabummas

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A piercing scream rattled the night, coursing through the winds of the Northern Bree Fields. Of course, being the man he was, Mortermon followed it. He had made a vow afterall.

I will fall for this town,

I will fall for its citizens,

I will fall for my love,

And I will fall

      so that these walls never do.

He kept this solemn vow in mind as he rode Friga, his faithful bay mare, to investigate the blood-curdling scream.

The Man in Red

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It was a perfectly normal night. After having turned in his report of his scouting mission to Constable Bericoft Fairburn, Mortermon made his way to the Prancing Pony for a drink. But then he saw them. Those eyes...

On the Edge

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Mortermon may or may not have overstayed his welcome on the outskirts of the camp. After being spotted by a wicked-looking man draped in red, the Lossoth makes a break for it. In the thick snow that currently blankets Bree-land, it is easy for him to lose his pursuers. Hiding on a small outcropping of a cliff, he waits for the half-orcs to leave, all the while thinking about those eyes. Those piercing eyes...

The Camp

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What Mortermon finds at the camp does indeed surprise him. Scores of orc-kind and brigands have set up an encampment in the Brandy Hills. Mounds of stolen metal from farms and work sites around Bree have been forged into crude weapons. In the light of the acrid campfires, he spots some interesting figures. A wealthy-looking man with stark features clothed in crimson and a few hounds at his feet, an Angmarim woman, and a wiry messenger within the camp.

2 - Shy in Shire

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Shy in Shire

When money started to disappear, Tarnon needed to move. Anyway, a week of intensive gem-working, gold-shaping and evaluating gave him enough skill. So he parted with the bearded folk and with a warm in the heart he saw, as they smiled when saying goodbye.

Concerning Brigandry

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It was an overcast day, darker clouds lurking in the distance foreboding rain. Townspeople began to trickle into the courtyard in front of the Bree-town Hall, many murmuring amongst themselves. Much of what was said was rumor, little of it cheerful. Finally one man, known to many around town as Tom Barleyshoe (a cobbler by trade), climbed up on a boulder in the lawn. “Good afternoon, fellow Breelanders and travelers alike. We’ve come here today to discuss the problems plaguing our fair land. Some of you may have heard tell of some of these ailments.

The Brigand Lad

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Eclad's adventures though Bree dealing with Brigands along with Ramsay Wingate and Co.

The Worth of a Brigand

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Ecladhreth flings himself out of the chair and rushes for the kitchen door his feet slipping before he makes it out. He hits the stairs and gets up the sound of boots behind him. He  whistles for his mare and climbs on her as soon as she is close the feeling of a hand grabbing for his belt causing him a bit of panic. He nudges her into a hard gallop and holds on as he rushes towards the gate, the sound of hooves behind him. He makes it out and heads towards the fields where Wyetta has gone earlier.

Aim, Loose

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Garbold and Chadley 

Chadley saw the youth as he ran headlong to attempt a tackle, and dispassionately loosed the waiting bolt into the young man's chest, preparing to be tackled with—perhaps literally—dead weight.

We Band of Brigands

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Freyga, Garbold, Neyarra, and Chadley call out farmer Al to dem

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