Featuring (all Shirefolk hobbits except where noted): Torvo, Midien, Olfo, Teradoc, Dolphus as Grey Goose (non-culture Ornithic). Logged by Midien. You = Midien.

When: March 2, 2001.

Torvo
A diminutive hobbit with a heavy build, somewhere in his thirty's. He has long, curling light-brown hair that hangs low on his face. His hazel eyes peek out from a good-natured face. He is wearing a sky-blue shirt, over which is a green waistcoat with brass buttons. His indigo trousers go down to his hairy feet, and are held up by a pair of black braces with gilded buckles. On his back a crimson cloak, that keeps him covered from other people noticing him around. Hidden in side the cloak his features are cut off from the others to notice.

Around his neck is a red ruby, hung by a piece of leather that has been given to him by a traveler. On his side sits a blue bag that has everything needed to travel along.

Midien
Midien Took, a young ladyhobbit in her early tweens and just around three feet tall, is before you. Thick well-kept locks of deep mahogany curls fall gently to her shoulders, several unruly tendrils often finding their way into her face. Large eyes of the same colour, so dark they may appear black at first glance, usually shine with a merry sparkle, framed by thick, dark lashes. Her skin is soft and smooth with a darkish tan-colour, as she enjoys being out and about and is often in the sun, full pink lips standing out a bit in contrast. Her feminine features differ greatly from her attire, as she wears a tunic of a deep forest green, slight leather lacings hanging loosely from the neck with a loose-fitting white linen shirt worn beneath it. She wears also a pair of black breeches, smallish buttons serving as closures where they belong. The belt about her waist might appear to be tighly secured, though it is hardly that... she is lightly framed for a hobbit and it is merely sized to fit. A thin chain of gold rests gently around her neck to just below her collarbone, and hanging gently from it falls the odd pendant of a single brass button.
Carrying:
Shield
Studded Leather Cap
Lady's Dagger
Blacksmith Apron

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The first thing you notice upon looking at Olfo Diggle is his nose: a sizeable--but certainly not gigantic!-- red spot in the centre of his otherwise-tanned countenance. It seems well suited for poking into others' business, which is quite obviously what this hobbit's job is; for the yellow feather which protrudes from his brown-straw-hat names him not only a Shirriff, but a good one. Elsewise, freckles pepper Olfo's dandy-red face; and his teeth are surprisingly straight and white (atleast, considering the rest of his unmaintained appearance).

Even for a hobbit, this one is short: a mere two foot, eleven inches; with well combed foot hair and well-tailored dress. His weskit is yellow, masked by a cloak hued of pitch night; and his trousers are brown--almost coloured so that the tiny bit of accumulated mud at the bottom doesn't show! The curled locks of light-brown atop his head are less-than-successfully tucked into the afforementioned headgear he bears. Moreoever, his eyes are the hue of blue and his stomach quite oversizes his garb.
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Contents:
Olfo's Staff
Small Dagger
Black Cloak

Teradoc
A young male hobbit, about three feet in height and of medium build. Sandy brown hair, frizzy and long, comes down to his jawline and poofs out several inches like a mushroom. His smooth visage is young but a certain aura of experience and sad wisdom cuts through it. The youth's mouth is thin-lipped and pink, and his nose is hooked. Combined with his sharp, ice-cold blue grey eyes, his face takes on a very bird-like resemblance.

Upon the hobbit's head is a dark brown felt hat which has seen better days. On his body is a tan long-sleeved shirt underneath a bright crimson waistcoat. An indigo cloak is drawn around his neck, fastened by circle of carved wood. Dark brown trousers, held by a thin leather belt, end at the lad's hairy calves. His feet are bare, the tops covered by a curly clump of brown hair.

Picture: http://home.nc.rr.com/hireus/gfx/teradoc_portrait3.jpg

Carrying:
Sturdy Bow
Glithan Helm
Leather Jerkin

Grey Goose
A grey goose, with a fat belly.

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Walking out of the tent with bow in hand, Torvo streches groaning a little from some pain due to his injury from the wild boar, he looks around and sits on a log that is near by, on this lovely morning, that doesn't bring rain at all this time. Other hobbits as well come out of the tent walking around yet some walk into the forst a little.

With a bit of a yawn, Midien drowsily appears from one of the tents, dagger strapped to her belt. Finding one of the vacant logs by the dying embers of the night before's fire, her hands gingerly work to tie her hair up out of her face as she looks around at the other hobbit awakening at this early morning hour.

Looking over Torvo sees Midien come out of the tent and bows his head,"Good morning Mrs. Took I hope you slept well last night." He reaches over and hands her a mug of coffee while pouring one for himself, he takes a sip and sighs as the rain is still sitting on the ground wet.

Something rustles in the bushes nearby: nothing very loud, but enough to make its presence known. The rustling stops as abruptly as it had started and all falls silent again.

"Good morning, Mr. Bracegirdle!" Midien smiles slightly as she nods at his inquiry, her fingers tucking a few more curls away gently before they fall back down again at her sides. "I did, I did... And you? It looks as though you're feeling better..." With gaze shifting towards the bushes for a fraction of a moment, an bit of a curious look casts towards the noise, but she turns back after a moment with a slight shrug a few moments after it disappears.

Standing up slowly Torvo looks over to the noise but as it disapears he looks back to Midien speaking quietly,"Aye that I did, and very well refreshed. I am getting better still sore though." Looking around at the bushes again he sees nothing there but still keeps to his feet,"Was it just me or was there something around there area?"

Her dark pools looking back towards the bushes from whence the rustling originated, Midien nods, rising to her feet from the log with a bit of a stretch. "No, I heard it too..."'

Though Midien's eyes do search as well, her slender hands do not yet draw the dagger at her side from its sheath, though one does rest at ready nearby. In silence, she listens for the rustling again, looking to Torvo for a moment before returning her glance to the bushes.

The bushes rattle again, and a low, gluttural, 'arrnnnkh' sound floats out of the shrub.

Taking careful steps to the side of log that he was near, Torvo steps near the bushes standing quietly, he pulls his bow up with a arrow strung up,"Come out of there who or whatever you are!"

Suddenly, a great ruckus appears from inside the bushes: rattling, shaking, screaming! At last, a dark figure steps slowly out of the bush, straight toward the hunters...

Grey Goose quacks.

Taking several steps nearing the bushes next to Torvo and just behind him, Midien gently draws the dagger from its sheath, but as the goose bursts forward towards them, her expression shifts to a mixture of excited suprise and she lunges towards the creature with her dagger.

You attack Grey Goose with your Dagger...
Your attack against Grey Goose moderately wounds her! Grey Goose bleats and bites at Midien with her bill.
...and she misses!

Seeing the goose, Torvo remembers many memories from others, he turns quickly pulling his bow up to eye level he aims at the goose that seems to be running around, he then takes a quick shot at it.

Torvo launches an arrow...

Torvo's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Grey Goose bleats and bites at Torvo with her bill.
Grey Goose mildly wounds him!

Torvo's bow is knocked out of his hand!

Torvo picks up a bow
Torvo pulls out his bow with a swift movement from under his cloak, stringing a arrow.

Drawing the dagger back again, Midien looks to Torvo again concernedly for but a moment before turning and chasing after the goose a few paces as it retreats from attacking him, and she moves toward it quickly for another strike.

You attack Grey Goose with your Dagger...
Grey Goose dodges your attack.

Seeing the goose take a run for it after it attacks Torvo and hurts him at the same spot as the old wound, Torvo grunts and runs after the goose, and seeing it

Torvo then pulls his bow up and takes another shot at it. Torvo launches an arrow...

Torvo's bowshot hits Grey Goose, badly wounding her.

As the goose doesn't even bother attacking him this time around Torvo runs up behind Midien chasing the goose.

Moments after Torvo's arrow connects with the animal, Midien commences to chasing after it once again, her feet carrying her quickly with her dagger drawn.

You attack Grey Goose with your Dagger...

Grey Goose dodges your attack.

Chasing the goose again Torvo stops in his tracks and shoots another arrow at the goose hoping to hit it again.

Torvo launches an arrow...
Torvo's bowshot hits Grey Goose, fatally wounding her.

Lunging forward quickly as she chases the goose with Torvo, Midien cuts at the animal with her dagger once again, aiming for more of a low angle this time.

You attack Grey Goose with your Dagger...

You have defeated Grey Goose!

Your attack against Grey Goose mildly wounds and defeats her!

The goose falls flat down at Midien's feet as she is struck by the fatel blow of Midien's dagger.

Almost ready to take off chasing it again, Midien blinks for a second almost dumbfounded as the goose falls instead of running when she hits it. She pokes it gingerly with the side of her dagger, and then looks to Torvo with a grin. "We got it!..."

Looking down at the goose, and back up to Midien, Torvo grins and nods his head,"Aye that we did, very good shoot with that Dagger." Torvo puts the arrow back in the pouch with his bow hiding back up inside his cloak.

Torvo hides his bow back under his cloak.

Unwielded: Lady's Dagger

Midien slides the dagger back into its sheath at her belt, and reaches down to take hold of the goose that lies on the ground in front of them. "Thank you.. You had some very nice hits with the bow.."

[Olfo] The leaves rustle with another gust of wind, and from the west a small figure approaches; the soft click of a wooden staff the only denotion of its presence. The approaching figure is both a Hobbit and a Shirriff--for with a sway equal to the way the wind blows, a yellow feather rests atop this pudgy little Halfling's head.

[Olfo] "Aw! 'Ere y' two is! W've b'n a'lookin' f'r y'at th' camp back 'ere. Gettin' ready t' leave, I s'pose," is what young Mister Diggle says, arriving at Torvo and Midien. His small blue eyes flutter down to a dead goose, however, and his expression brightens. "... b't I s'pose we c'n f'rg've y' 'is time," says he, a smile curving his lips upward.

Following Olfo is the shaggy-haired Teradoc Burrows, his bow in hand. He comes to a halt, mere inches behind the Shirriff - appears young Mister Burrows wasn't quite paying attention to where he was heading. His eyes, instead were aimed toward the sky where the blue turns dark and the daylight fades quickly. He manages to stop in time to avoid running right into Olfo, and his eyes quickly scan the area and fall upon the goose. "I'll say," the lad exclaims. "That's the fattest goose I believe I've ever seen. You could feed a whole village with that bird."

Looking up at the approaching figures Torvo realizes one who is Olfo,"Aye thank you, it will be nice to go back to the shire. But that I must make a stop at the healing house when we arrive, I think the boar and the goose both got the best of me, but more the boar I must say, ripped me a new side at that!" Looking over to the other hobbit that follows he realize it to be Teradoc. Bending down he inspects the goose and then stands back up saying,"That goose and boar will make a wonderful feast for the Shire." Walking over and sits back on a log that is near the campsite,"But I do think it is best we do head back before we are forgotten and worried about.

"S'qu'te a c'tch, ain't it?" Olfo muses aloud, scratching the curls which stray from below his hat. "Welp, I reck'n y'r r'ght, M'ster Braceg'rdle, Sir... we ought t' be a'headin' back 'fore n'ght c'mes 'n w' c'n't see th' way!"

Swiveling on his left foot, Olfo turns, and promptly collides with Teradoc; the Shirriff falls onto the ground, a few feet from the goose.

The sun sinks in the sky and falls below the horizon. Nighttime takes over.

With a bit of a grin spread across her lips, Midien nods in agreement as she goes to heft up the bird to carry it back with them, looking up at the waning daylight. "I guess we ought to go soon, then..." She quickly turns back as Olfo collides with Teradoc... and the ground... just before she picks up the goose. Stifling a chuckle, she says concernedly, "Oh! Are you all right Mister Diggle?.."

"Back to the Shire," Teradoc says in a mumble, his eyes still glued to the goose. After a moment, he tears them away and slips his bow onto his back. Just then, Olfo whirls around and falls back. Grinning slightly, Teradoc steps forward and holds out a hand to the Diggle lad. "I'm sorry, Shirriff Diggle. There you are!" Teradoc helps to dust the young hobbit's cloak off, smiling gently the whole while. "Didn't mean to frighten you, so. I suppose you didn't hear me behind you."

"Oof!" is the single word Mister Diggle exclaims, shaking his head as he falls onto the ground. "Hoof!" says Olfo. "I c'd'a sw're y' was r'ght t' m' left s'me, M'ster Burra's!" he exclaims, and with that takes Teradoc's hand, and pulls himself to his feet.

Adjusting his hat, Shirriff Diggle quickly brushs the dust off of his weskit and cloak. "Naw... s'alright, S'r... s'ent'rel' m' fault! N' let's g't back t' th' camp 'fore s'methin' else happens!" With a wink, Olfo continues along the path from whence he came.

Looking up and seeing the two hobbits run into each other he just shakes his head. He then looks up at the others from his log, Torvo says quietly,"Is everyone that came with us?? I don't want to leave anyone behind at all, would not be right now, but getting back before dark would be nice at that."

"I think we have everyone..." Shifting the weight of the large bird, Midien's eyes look over the hobbits gathered thoughtfully and nods at Torvo's concern. "We might as well go ahead. Everyone else is probably still be at the campsite, I think... But it's probably best to go ahead back..." Both hands carefully keeping a secure hold on their catch, Midien follows Shirriff Diggle down the path, the feathers moved a bit in the breeze as she walks.

Walking through the tall grass, his bow strapped to his back and his hands jammed into pockets, Teradoc Burrows is humming a soft little tune. He interrupts it for a moment to say, "I'm looking forward to setting foot back into the Shire. It's been a long while here and... this country is nice, but nothing like our home." He grins, adding, "When I see the gates of Michel Delving, I might just break into a run..."

Standing up Torvo walks over throwing his bag back over his sholder, he grabs a couple things and catches up with the others walking through the tall grass,"Aye but I am going to keep walking right until I get to the healing house unless someone has a pony they can help me get there."