Laralini looked at Mericc in complete shock, “Mericc, what are you doing?” But Mericc wasn’t listening, his eyes were fixed on the queen of the spiders who sat perched on Tom’s tree, her pincer-like front legs still wavering over the place where Tom’s heart was. “Doesss it speak true my children?” she wondered aloud,...

She had ruled over the spiders of the Old Forest for years beyond count as did her mother and her mother before her. Now her realm stretched across a wide section of the southern forest and she was continually sending out war-parties to expand it even more. Few things came near her borders that were not ensnared and none that were ensnared made it back out...

They pushed their way southeast through the forest, bear, maiden and warrior, looking for any signs or scent of the young man who had gotten lost somewhere in it’s depths. Morko the bear was in front, his nose to the ground in search of the faintest of smells, followed by Laralini, then Mericc as rear guard. The going in this part of the forest was rough,...

The elf who called herself Laralini sat at the top of the hill, regarding Mericc with bright curious eyes as he came up to rest. Her companion, the great bear Morko, lay at her side, his gaze much more watchful and intense, and Mericc thought to himself that no better watchwarden could be found for one such as her. He wondered what errand brought them to this...

The misshapen bears closed the circle around the warrior, and Mericc knew that there was nothing for it but to fight. About half a dozen cruel looking bears with crueler looking teeth and claws now occupied the shallow pool, growling as they stalked the man they planned on making their next meal. They watched him now as he prepared for their attack, shield held...

Mericc made his way into The Old Forest, sword out and eyes on the alert. At first the going was easy since he was still on the outskirts where the brush was less thick and the trees more spread out. Unfortunately he knew that this wouldn’t last long, the forest wouldn’t let him off that easy. He also knew that his previous trip into the woods...

Mericc rode over the West Bree Bridge and into the countryside surrounding Bree. To his right, the slow rolling hills of the south fields spread on for miles and miles, occupied by various farmsteads and landholders who made up the major suppliers of foodstuffs and other raw goods for the area. If one were to travel farther north up the Greenway, he would find...

The light of the fire and the music of the Teller of Tales takes the crowd of the Prancing Pony back years and years, to a time of troubles and war…. The Guardian sat at a table in the Prancing Pony, drinking a mug of honey mead and listening to the minstrel ply his trade by the fireplace. Stories and news flowed like Barliman’s Best in the inn that...

Years after the events chronicled in the Redbook of Westmarch, under the title The Lord Of The Rings. The late hour fire flickered in the common room of the Prancing Pony, casting it’s shadows over the long wooden tables that had sat there for years beyond count. Various regulars quenched their thirst from a long day of toil while travelers, stopping by...