The Summons RPG

[piosenniel]

Burzdol’s post

Islist Scorn sat awaiting the next move from his friend, Elleradan, in their game of chess. Suddenly an Elf burst into their tent. The Elf looked very tired as he stumbled in and sat. "Are you Grod Scorn?" the Elf asked, without looking up.

"No, I'm sorry. He's out on a mission, tracking orcs I think. Why?" his son replied.

"Are you his son?" the Elf seemed not to notice his question.

"Yes. Why?" Islist was getting impatient.

"Here, take this." he said handing the Ranger a folded piece of paper.

The ranger started to read:
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Grod,

I am sending Elven messengers to as many Ranger groups as I can. Aragorn is in trouble, and requests your help. Bring as many men as possible - meet him at Minas Tirith. Come as quickly as you can. This is very rushed, but we don't have much time. The Dark One’s forces are moving closer to ours every second. I have said before that his Eye was on Rivendell, now it's fixed on Gondor. Sadly, if you don't come, Gondor will fall. And much of what is good will fall with it.

Make haste!

Elrond
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"Let me read that," Elleradan, the other Ranger said, grabbing it. As soon as he had finished, he quickly grabbed paper and quill. The man started to scribble plans, when he finally finished he looked up, satisfied.

The Ranger said, "Islist, here we start out, then to here, across there.......we are going right?"

"Yes! Find men and we'll go."

"Good, so here's the plan."