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After lengthy preparations, the Woodmen of Eriador, alongside their allies from Bree-land and the Vales, spring their trap on the orcs.

((Due to scheduling constraints, the battle itself was played in just under two hours, so it is quick-paced and some parts are done in broad strokes.))

Based off of the RPed Woodmen Clan Moot, 16 February. Observations and introspections from Arastal's point of view.

Rynel was growing on her, both figuratively and literally — the pup was getting undeniably bigger, though he still barely weighed anything in Ljota’s lap. She was actually starting to look forward to having him and Breon in the hut, but for right now the shed would suffice.

“Boar-Cleaver!”

Rogmund pushed himself off his chair and lumbered down to the lodge kitchen. Like the other Woodmen, he had a title which was frequently used to address him and typically the sole name given to outsiders. These nicknames could be derived from a variety of sources- a unique physical trait, a well-known deed, or a great skill. His title, Boar-Cleaver, denoted his trade as a butcher.

In the space of a single sennight, everything in Heriwulf's life had been turned upside down. They were all good changes, but they were exhausting, too, full of risks and challenges, demands and urgency, and the promise of things ending much better, soon. Or becoming the source of yet more regrets to hang about his neck.

Time had passed, giving Gelvira the opportunity to both calm down and sober up, yet her judgement still remained clouded. That is because she decided to leave Faron's hut and venture back toward the Lodge, but she was far from willing to make amends with Ljota.

((Role-Play that has been logged from the 7th February 2020))

Ljota meanders out of the back and pauses in the main hall.

There was no question in Heriwulf's mind anymore. He should never have let Faron make him promise to offer himself as chieftain. Or he should never have accepted the position. Now he wondered, though, was it really about that position, farcical as it was, or was it just him?

Heriwulf is using the hand-cart to bring archery targets and hay bales out into a clear space within the stockade, and setting up the targets atop the hay bales.
Jessandra breaks off the sizing up she's been doing with Marney and wanders over. "Need help with that? Or would it be too much bother to tell someone else how?"
Heriwulf | Hundr runs up to Jessandra as soon as she approaches and gives her a cheerful yip. Brenn and Dalgo, on patrol around the stockade (but mostly staying near the entrance) don't seem much interested in her.

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