In Search of Barrow Treasure
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Part One - In Search of Barrow Treasure
Part Two - The Ruins Of Fornost
Part Three - The Night of the Barrow Dead (Coming Soon)
Part Four - The Revenge of Narzug (Coming Soon)
Part Five - Flight from the Dead (Coming Soon)

The Tale

The moon shone down casting long shadows across the rolling hills ahead. It was not quite full but it gave enough light for the group from Bree to see without the need for lanterns. Luck was with them and the night was clear enough so that the stars could be seen. It was nearing the end of the autumn months and soon the cold and harshness of winter would be upon the Bree-landers. The small group reached the edge of the hills and there they stopped for a brief time. A shriek in the night startled them.
“What was that?” one of the group, a Hobbit replied.
“That was just a fox, don't be so jumpy Bungo.” The leader of the group, another Hobbit by the name of Otto Brandyleaf reassured everyone.
“A fox? You sure? That sounded like a banshee screaming in the night.” Bungo was not convinced of Otto's explanation, even though his own was far more outlandish. Otto laughed.
“Bungo you would jump at your own shadow, I know a fox when I hear one.”
The group was made up of three Hobbits, two Men and a Dwarf and had set out from Bree just before the sun had set.
“Let's stop for a bit, and rest up.” one of the Men by the name of Ted Goatleaf suggested.
“Bah, We Dwarves do not tire so easy, we should keep going.” Otto looked at Fonli the Dwarf and thought back to their first meeting.

It was on the streets of Bree that Otto first spied the Dwarf making his way through the streets, probably to the market to do some trading. Otto had been looking for a mark all day, a weary traveller looking for hospitality at the Inn, someone who he could help lighten their load by lifting their purse. Otto did not live by the law, he was a petty thief although if he was asked he would tell people he was a hunter of treasure. In fact this was particularly true although one might describe it more accurately as grave robbing. Still this life suited Otto as he had long ago decided that farming, mercantile or bar work was not for him. He would watch people work tireless all day for little to no reward. His was a good life he thought.
Here, working his way through the crowded streets was his pay day, as Dwarves coming to Bree always have a purse of coins ripe for the taking. Otto got nearer the Dwarf and saw he was indeed right, the dwarves purse hung loosely from his belt. This is going to be easy he thought.
“Hey watch it.” The Dwarf remarked as the Hobbit bumped into him.
“Oops sorry.” Otto held his hands up and the Dwarf nodded his head before going on his way.
“Easy pickings.” Otto said pulling out the Dwarves stolen coin purse from his waistcoat pocket throwing it up in the air a little and catching it, the money within made a satisfying clinking. With that he made his way to the Prancing Pony to attend the meeting he had set up with some fellow 'treasure hunters'.
Inside Otto had to wait a while for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. He surveyed the surroundings. Even at this time it was full of people drinking and revelling, most of which must be travelling merchants he reasoned as he didn't recognise many of their faces. He nodded to Barliman Butterbur and signalled that he wanted an ale, and looked over to the far corner and saw the people he was looking for. Otto walked over to the table and briefly studied the group, some may call them co-conspirators but he called them friends.
“Hey ho.” Otto spoke and the six sitting around the table, three Hobbits and three men looked up and greeted him.
“So what's the plan?” One of the men said.
“Well Bill my dear friend, I am tired of our petty thievery and small time grave robbing. No one buries their loved one with much nowadays. But there is a place where they once honoured their dead with vast treasures.”
“Otto you don't mean...” One of the Hobbits looked horrified.
“Indeed I do Bungo, indeed I do.” Otto smiled. Bungo was not exactly what one would call brave.
Bungo looked at the rest of the group, they didn't seem to share in his horror.
“Bungo, the ghost stories of the Barrow Downs are just that, ghost stories. Old wives tales to scare the children.” One of the men said.
“You are so right Tom.” Otto seemed pleased with the general response, he had thought he would have to persuade more of the group to his way of thinking. “The only thing that isn't a story is the fact that the barrows hold great treasures. Ancient pieces buried there, just laying unused ready for the taking.”
“So what's the plan?” Another of the Hobbits spoke up.
“My dear Falco, it could not be simpler. We get some supplies, some tools and hea....” Otto's sentence went unfinished as the door of the Prancing Pony flew open and an angry voice shouting loudly, so loud it was heard clearly above the general din of the inn.
“Where is he? Where is the little pocket thief. I will kill him!” Standing in the doorway was an angry looking Dwarf, the very same Dwarf that Otto has lightened the load of early.
“I take it he is looking for you Otto?”
“What would make you think that Fredegar?” Otto looked at the other hobbit with mock innocence.
“There he is!” The angry Dwarf pointed at Otto.
“I knew it would be you, great we are going to get pulverised by a Dwarf.” Bungo's voice was full of panic. The Dwarf marched over towards them, pushing other patrons out of his way. He stormed over the table and placed his hands on the top, and bent over putting his face inches from Otto's.
“If you give it back now I may let you walk out with life but not your hands. If not...”
“If you look you will notice you are outnumbered.” Otto's voice was full of confidence even if he didn't feel it. The Dwarf looked about at the group for the first time but if Otto was expecting the Dwarf to look worried he was disappointed, the Dwarf look unmoved by the assembled group.
“If they get involved I will do the same to them as I will you.”
Otto knew that the Dwarf was correct not that his group of friends would help, great thieves there were but fighters they were not.
“Wait, wait. Here it is, take it back.” Otto pulled out the coin purse from his pocket and handed it back to its owner. “Before you deal out your punishment, might I interest you in some compensation for your trouble?”
“What, speak quick Halfling.”
“Well I am here with my comrades plotting a treasure hunting expedition. Such wealth and gold we will return with and I would be happy to cut you in on the deal for an even share.”
At his the Dwarf paused, for it is well known that Dwarves have a great love of gold and jewels.
“What kind of treasure? And how much?”
“Well nearby to this town there are mounds that contained this treasure, and we are heading there tomorrow to retrieve it.”
“Are we.” The Dwarf looked thoughtful for a moment, “Okay then I will spare you your hands. We will meet here tomorrow before dark then.”
“What? You're coming with us?” Otto was startled at this announcement.
“Why of course I am. Do you think I would let you wander off and never to be seen again? In fact you can put me up at your house tonight, save me the price of a room at this inn.”

Otto stood on top of the hill looking at his companions and the Dwarf making their way down and smiled. The Dwarf may look and sound gruff but last night after staying at his house the two got drunk together and talked the while together. The Dwarf, Otto knew would be a long friend and very useful in their endeavours. Sometimes in his line of work it paid to have someone handy in a fight. He sped up to join the group as they reached the bottom.
“Here are the Barrow Downs, and within each Barrow are treasures unimagined, although I say we search for the big one, the Sceptre of Malbeth the Seer, and not only that but his Barrow is said to be filled with chests of gold.”
“Well let’s get a move on search for it then.” Fonli waited no time and entered the Barrow Downs.

Description

Otto Brandyleaf and a group he assembled have reached the Barrow Downs in search of hidden treasure, they are seeking the sceptre of Malbeth the Seer and the gold that his barrow contains.

Participants

GOOD
Otto Brandyleaf
Bungo Longhole (use Hobbit Archer rule)
Fredegar Grubb (use Hobbit Militia rule)
Falco Brockhouse (use Hobbit Shirrif rule)
Bill Appledore (use ruffian rule minus the whip)
Ted Goatleaf (use ruffian rule minus the whip)
Tom Oakcorn (use ruffian rule minus the whip)
Fonli the Dwarf

EVIL
6 Barrow Wights

Layout

4' by 4' board with a barrow at each corner 6” in. A hill in the centre of the board, with scattered trees and standing stones.

Starting Positions

The good force sets up at the top of the hill no more than 6” of the board.
The evil force sets up 2 Wights at any barrow entrance of their choice and keeps the other 4 back for later.

Objectives

The good side must search each barrow for the treasure and then escape off the north board edge with Otto and 3 others surviving, any other result is a victor for the evil. There is no draw in this game.

Special Rules

Searching for Treasure. When a good model enters a barrow they can move into base contact with the back of it and roll a dice. On a roll of 6 they find the treasure they are seeking and can make their way to the northern edge of the board. If the treasure hasn't been found by the time they enter the last barrow they automatically find it there. They still have to be in base contact with the rear barrow wall to make the search. If multiple searches are being made in the same turn, the rolls must be made separately.

Disturbing the Dead. Each time the good side make a search of a barrow they will disturb the dead. The evil player can place a remaining Wight at the entrance of a barrow of their choice except the one where the current search is being made. If the good side has split up and searching each barrow separately so each barrow is occupied, it means this rule is ignored and a Wight could appear out side a barrow with occupants in.

The Fog. The Barrow Downs are covered in a thick fog, the good side will only be able to target a Wight if they are 6” or closer. The Wights being supernatural creatures ignore this rule.



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