The One Ring RPG: "Boromir Lives" Final part 3
Actual Play of a fan-made solo campaign
This is the 3rd part and final part of the campaign ‘Boromir Lives’. Read my first part here and second part here.
‘Boromir Lives’ is a partially guided solo campaign for The One Ring 2e rpg that takes place in an alternate version of the War of the Ring. In this version of events, Boromir is wounded, not killed, at Amon Hen. You can buy ( or PWYW) the campaign here.
How does the story end? Caught between good and evil, between his oath and his desire… Does Boromir find his redemption in the shadow of Cirith Ungol? Let’s find out.
Timeline
Last time, we left Boromir alone in the shadow of the Tower of Cirith Ungol. Another attempt at taking the ring from Frodo had forced the hobbit to disappear again, followed by Sam. Once his mind cleared and ashamed of his failures, Boromir did send his last companions, the rangers Baranor and Norwen, home. His plan: “To walk into the dark lands without fear and to go knocking on Sauron’s door!”
14 Ma 3019
In the morning, under a dark sky, Boromir got up and made his way towards the tower. When he came closer, he could hear the sound of clashing arms. Wrapped in his Elven cloak, he tried passing the tower unnoticed. But two orcs, running to the tower as reinforcements, spotted him. Boromir didn’t hesitate. After a short fight, both orcs were dead, and their alarming screams drowned by the sound of fighting in the tower. Boromir managed to get away, crossing the bridge into the Morgai.
15 Ma 3019
A strange day, Boromir overlooked the plains of Gorgoroth and felt his knees tremble. His determination of running straight into Mordor was wearing off.
His thoughts turned to Faramir, and his Father. What was happening to them at that moment? As he was pondering his course, suddenly the terrible shape of a fell beast, a Nazgûl on wings, passed over him. His path became now clear: to slay one of the Nazgûl would make his name live on for all time to come…
Omen GME injected Personal Refusal to this scene, and the Nazgûl was aware of Boromir presence, the result of a Relevation episode.
Boromir turned around and made his way back to the tower, to find that it lied now largely in ruins! Still, something was preventing him from entering the courtyard. In front of the ruined gate he raised his sword and yelled: “I am Boromir, Son of Denethor, Lord of the Tower of Guard. I walked into your land of Death and see, I still live. Come face me so the children of Gondor have something to make songs about.” He waited for a long time.
Many orcs appeared, but curiously kept their distance…until Boromir heard a calm, cool voice. “I was once a mortal just like you, but see the power I know yield”. Two orcs suddenly started to fight, until one of them lay dead. The surviving orc dragged the body in front of a large figure who appeared in the back of the courtyard, still clad in shadow. “I know you lust for this too Boromir”. A short chuckle. “Boromir, greatly eclipsing his father, even all kings of Gondor. I can give this all to you. Right now!” The voice continued.
“I pity you, you are no king - just a puppet… a slave”. Boromir replied meekly. “I have come to kill you.”
“That’s all your kind seem to think about today! Arrogant fools!” the voice snapped. The figure in the dark robes now lept forward, a great black sword raised above his crowned head. “For Gondor” Boromir cried, but his voice trembled, his legs weak. Their swords clashed.
The fight was long. The orcs gathered round and cheered. Despite the insults that were hurled at him, Boromir fought valiantly. Finally, after being wounded many times by both sword and blade of the wraith, Boromir felt to the ground and the world turned dark. The kind voice reappeared again, reassuring him, ‘all would be well’. Boromir was gently lifted and dragged up.
He was placed in the tower. Motionless he lay for 5 days. His skin turned white quickly.
22 -25 Ma 3019
Boromir woke on March 22th. He told his king, who had returned and radiated now a beautiful white light, about the hobbits and the king said he would take care of it. Boromir was ordered to ride with great haste to the North, to join the Lord’s troops there. Seated on a black horse, a pale white skeleton dressed in dark robes, he rode day and night until he reached the Isenmounth on March 25.
From there, standing on the battlement, a mere shadow lurking in the shadows, he witnessed how the world came to an end.
So ends the tale of the Boromir, Son of Lord Denethor, Steward of Gondor who succumbed to the shadow and became for a brief time a servant of the Nine.
In the next part I’ll share my thoughts on The One Ring, this campaign and my progress in my own Omen GME.
