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I N THIS ISSUE

A DVENTURING IN : E DHELLOND

G REETINGS ,

Salutations.... Hello All!

F AN F LAVOUR

• The Rest of the Hobbits

#39 here and what have I got to say. Well to start off with,

over the past 3+ years that I've had the greatest honor and

time helming and writing for this widely successful webzine

covering my favorite roleplaying game, RPG engine, and

settings. Throughout that period, I've spent a lot of time doing

what I can to support this game and webzine distributing it to

whomever wanted it and/or host it, promote demos locally, and

advocate it at the game's home site, other gaming sites, and my

personal site. My desire to see this game and RPG engine

succeed even went so far as to develop an unofficial basic

system out of the merged official games and creating a Harry

Potter RPG to demonstrate it. After all that, I am afraid to say

that life is now getting in the way moreso than it had in the

past, thus constraining the time I have to devote to supporting

all of it. So I must announce that after Issue #50, I will be

stepping down as editor of The Hall of Fire. I will probably

continue writing articles and support the zine. I would like to

thank you all for your time and dedication to the game and

supporting the webzine. Part of the reason for my

announcement now is to allow time for the search for a

successor; hopefully the search will be successful.

T HE E FFECTIVE : P ILGRIM

T AKE A NOTHER L OOK

• Skills of Savvy, Part 2

• Combat Edges, Part 1

H OSTILE H AUNTS

• Old Blood Eyes’ Lair

C ROSSWORD

A RT C REDITS

C ALLING ALL GAMERS / C REDITS

Now on to the stuff you'd rather be reading about. This

month's issue includes a look at the little-known elf-haven of

the south, Edhellond, the second part of the Skills of Savvy,

part one of Combat Edges, and more!

CONTACT THE HALL OF FIRE AT:

CODAWEBZINE@HOTMAIL.COM

CREW

MATTHEW KEARNS (GANDALOFBORG), EDITOR, WRITER

ultimac@hotmail.com

PETER MERRYMAN, ARTIST

DAVID D. (ISSACHAR), WRITER, PROOFREADER, LAYOUT

issachar44@yahoo.com

Happy Gaming,

Matthew Kearns

aka GandalfOfBorg

Editor

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Issue Thirty-Nine

T HE H ALL OF F IRE

March 2007

Hall of Fire * The Unofficial Lord of the Rings Roleplaying Game Webzine

Issue 39 * March 2007

A DVENTURING I N

E DHELLOND by Matthew “GandalfOfBorg” Kearns

HISTORY

Long have the Eldar dwelt in Middle-earth before the

loss of Beleriand or the Sundering of the Seas. One of

the oldest of elven enclaves, it resides upon the

enchanting shores of Belfalas at the mouth of what they

call Morthond, the Blackroot River. Important in its day

for sea-trade, defense against raiders, and finally, as a last

stop on the road back across the sea to Valinor.

Edhellond's roots go far back into the First Age, making

it probably the oldest of cities in current Middle-earth.

The Sindarin founded the city, making it a place of

beauty and song; the rugged coastline and flocks of sea-

birds made for a backdrop that no elf worth his salt at

making music could pass up. The library here would be

the greatest accumulated of sea-lore and history as it was

the last homage to the splendor of the First Age elves

before the reign of Gil-galad commenced in Lindon.

As the Eldar began to heed the call to return to the West,

Edhellond began to diminish, becoming little more than a

shipyard and final waypoint for elves of the south, such as Lorien

and eventually those of who chose it of Ithilien in the Fourth

Age. Once the flow of pilgrims became a trickle and then

nonexistent, the city fell into decay and left alone to fade into the

surroundings as a sign of respect by Gondor.

In the intervening years between the start of the decline to its

complete abandonment, Edhellond remained a stalwart yet often

silent partner with Dol Amroth and Gondor as a whole. The city-

state resided within the bounds of the Numenorean realm yet

remained for the most part blissfully ignorant of the concerns of

that kingdom lest they actually impose upon the Elves.

They often shared the common problem of Corsairs sending

raiding parties after pilgrims west or to attempt force themselves

upon the Morthond Vale to harry travelers and trade routes.

Fortunately skill and a bit of superstition helped fend off most of

the invaders.

The only times that peril came to them beyond their ability to

control was the Year of the Sea-serpent (Earcaraxe sacked and

besieged most of the coastal ports and even going so far as to

attack Pelargir) and when a great Fell Turtle almost destroyed the

city.

T HE M ORTHOND

This dark-watered river rises up from under the shadows of the

White Mountains and flows approximately south through the

lands of Gondor. Continuing its path to the sea, it joins the

Ringló above the ancient port of Edhellond.

Surrounding the Blackroot is a wide, fertile valley in the southern

White Mountains. Lying directly to the west of Lamedon, the

Morthond Vale was a populous area owing allegiance to Gondor,

whose lord at the end of the Third Age was Duinhir.

Hall of Fire * The Unofficial Lord of the Rings Roleplaying Game Webzine

Issue 39 * March 2007

As rich as the vale's grasslands were, its people avoided its upper

slopes, where the Morthond sprang from the Mountains near the

Hill of Erech. There, the Shadow-men were said to gather, the

cursed Dead that haunted the dark paths beneath the

Mountains.

T HE S HADOW - MEN

These accursed spectres are what is left of the souls of the Hill-

men who broke their oath with Isildur when called to join against

the dark powers of the East. Vengeance, bitterness, and wrath are

what fill the little space they take up. They suffer none to enter

the Paths of the Dead from either gate, lest he or she is the heir of

the one who may hold them to their broken oath.

R INGLO

The second of the two important rivers of the southern regions of

Gondor, the Ringló, or Coldflood, rose in the White Mountains

above Lamedon. Flowing southwest, it lines the land,

intercepting the Morthond, and meets the sea after some 200

miles. Near its mouth was the ancient Elf-haven of Edhellond,

and it marked the border between Anfalas to the west and

Belfalas to the east.

S TONE OF E RECH

A great black stone, spherical in shape and roughly six feet in

diameter. It was half-buried at the top of the Hill of Erech at the

mouth of the Morthond Vale, far to the west of Minas Tirith. The

Stone was a mysterious and eerie place, shunned by the people of

the valley, who claimed it had fallen from the sky, and was

haunted by restless spirits. In fact, the Stone had its origins in

Númenor, and was brought to Erech after the Downfall by Isildur

himself.

ADVENTURE HOOKS

1. Ancient Knowledge

Only in Edhellond reside any who remember the days before and

during the reign of Númenor. The King of Gondor seeks advice

on some matter troubling the kingdom from that perspective as

this matter may come from those days.

2. Seeking a Master

Few mortals in Middle-earth can boast a mastery of music, so

some seek out the true masters in Edhellond, knowing full well

that their time is ever shorter upon these shores.

3. Defend the Realm

It was at the Stone of Erech that the King of the Mountains swore

allegiance to Isildur's cause in the time of the Last Alliance.

When war came, though, he failed to fulfil his oath, and Isildur

cursed the King and his people to wander the hills until they

made good their promise. After waiting through the long years of

the Third Age, their chance came at last when Aragorn led them

out from beneath the Dwimorberg to the Stone of Erech. There

at last they fulfilled their ancient bond and marched to the aid of

Gondor.

Tired of being harried by the evil men of the south, the city's ruler

decides that action must be taken so as to rid themselves of the

threat. You are to join in the quest to fend off the raiders.

Hall of Fire * The Unofficial Lord of the Rings Roleplaying Game Webzine

Issue 39 * March 2007

~~~ A ND N OW F OR S OMETHING C OMPLETELY D IFFERENT ~~~

Durin Ironshield of the Iron Hills pays a visit to the Elven King of Mirkwood.

"Sir", says Durin, "We have decided to go to war with ye."

The elven king looks incredulous, but takes war seriously.

"We? Who is this we?" he says sternly.

"Well, that would be me, me brother Thorin, his son Durin, our cousins Olin and Golin,

and our pop Thrain."

"My good Dwarf, I have 1100 elves at my command that can be ready to move on a

moment's notice.", says the king.

"Oh," replies Durin. "Let me get back to ye on that." The Dwarf leaves, but returns two days later.

"Ok king, I have rounded up two more cousins and we have a few axes between us all."

"Sir Dwarf, I have 300 of the finest archers around, plus my royal guards are all spellsingers,

armed with swords of sharpness."

"Oh, well, I see." The Dwarf lord thinks a bit. "Let me come back to ye." And he leaves,

only to return again in two days.

"Ok king, we have rounded up a few more swords and I think we are ready."

"You should know, my good dwarf, that I have since raised the size of my

elven army to 1300."

"Ah blast!", and the dwarf leaves. He comes back the next day.

"Well king, I am afraid we have to call off the war."

"I am sorry to hear that. Was it the power of my elven army that changed your mind?"

"Nah, I spoke to all my kin and we decided that we just did not have the room for 1300 prisoners."

--by Warlock

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