"There is no proof for either of us!"
Who: Karigan, Hirgon, Village People (no not the cowboy, indian, fireman and such!:P)
When: Current
Where: A village
What: Paranoia, Cha Cha Cha! Hirgon and Karigan meet again for the first time after the war.
Karigan was not having the best day of her life. In fact, as far as bad days went, it was shaping up to be one of the worse ones. She had been ambushed on the road, tied up, and carried into a village with a bag over her head by people claiming she was a spy for Mordor, and now people were arguing about whether or not to let her live or kill her. And those people were Gondorians. Her leg had been banged up in the capture process and was bleeding again, but it hurt more than it should have and smelled suspicious, even to her.
"She's got some kind of sigil," a woman said, as they were going through her bag. "I've never seen it before."
"It could mean anything," another man snapped. "Don't do anything until the Rider gets here and tells us what he thinks."
( Another gift of Umbar, as you say. )
When: Current
Where: A village
What: Paranoia, Cha Cha Cha! Hirgon and Karigan meet again for the first time after the war.
Karigan was not having the best day of her life. In fact, as far as bad days went, it was shaping up to be one of the worse ones. She had been ambushed on the road, tied up, and carried into a village with a bag over her head by people claiming she was a spy for Mordor, and now people were arguing about whether or not to let her live or kill her. And those people were Gondorians. Her leg had been banged up in the capture process and was bleeding again, but it hurt more than it should have and smelled suspicious, even to her.
"She's got some kind of sigil," a woman said, as they were going through her bag. "I've never seen it before."
"It could mean anything," another man snapped. "Don't do anything until the Rider gets here and tells us what he thinks."
( Another gift of Umbar, as you say. )