Who needs a signature? No-ody ever reads them, -esides, normally it's just quotes from people. Well great, now i'm just going on and on, is this a signature now? No. It's not. I don't need a -ig old signature at the -ottom of my posts. CAUTION: I AM THE LOGIC DESTROYER, DO NOT COME NEAR ME WITH LOGIC, FOR IT WILL BE DESTROYED.
“Even from the outside the inn looked a pleasant house to familiar eyes. It had a front on the Road, and two wings running back on land partly cut out of the lower slopes of the hill, so that at the rear the second-floor windows were level with the ground. There was a wide arch leading to a courtyard between the two wings, and on the left under the arch there was a large doorway reached by a few broad steps. The door was open and light streamed out of it. Above the arch there was a lamp, and beneath it swung a large signboard: THE PRANCING PONY by BARLIMAN BUTTERBUR. Many of the lower windows showed lights behind thick curtains..."
—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Welcome to the Prancing Pony! Before we head into the common room and begin our adventure, I'd like everyone who's playing to post a quick description of their character. What's your race and class? Where in Middle-Earth do you hail from? And what do you look like?
(This is the last chance for people to get in on the game—don't be shy! Once the actual story and roleplaying starts, the party is closed.)
Ikko Greenleaf is the young cocky grandson of Legolas Greenleaf. He loves baking and collecting rare weapons. He’s known for his skills with a dagger and he lives in mirkwood
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Who needs a signature? No-ody ever reads them, -esides, normally it's just quotes from people. Well great, now i'm just going on and on, is this a signature now? No. It's not. I don't need a -ig old signature at the -ottom of my posts. CAUTION: I AM THE LOGIC DESTROYER, DO NOT COME NEAR ME WITH LOGIC, FOR IT WILL BE DESTROYED.
Who needs a signature? No-ody ever reads them, -esides, normally it's just quotes from people. Well great, now i'm just going on and on, is this a signature now? No. It's not. I don't need a -ig old signature at the -ottom of my posts. CAUTION: I AM THE LOGIC DESTROYER, DO NOT COME NEAR ME WITH LOGIC, FOR IT WILL BE DESTROYED.
Captain Jack, a pirate from the Brandywine river, opens the door and walks in. He's around 35 years old, with dark brown hair, grey eyes, and a tan skin tone, dressed in what appears to be a cross between a pirate's and farmer's clothing. He stoops down, so as not to hit his head on the roof, and makes his way to a seat, where he orders a brandy.
Captain Jack, a pirate from the Brandywine river, opens the door and walks in. He's around 35 years old, with dark brown hair, grey eyes, and a tan skin tone, dressed in what appears to be a cross between a pirate's and farmer's clothing. He stoops down, so as not to hit his head on the roof, and makes his way to a seat, where he orders a brandy.
While I appreciate the attempt to place Captain Jack in Middle-Earth, he still doesn’t fit the tone (and still ignores multiple guidelines on spellcasters). Maybe switch him up?
A rather rough, `large person with a heavily scratched eye walks up. Their red cloak envelops a long crossbow at their side. They bare several teeth, smiling grimly - he looks a bit unkempt, as if he's been travelling a lot and not been totally concerned about his appearance. "Well there! I be Tallind Bregathorn, and you be in my way. You may have heard of the Righteous Arrow of the North? That's me, although I shoot no arrows and I don't come from the North so much as the West. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to see that arrogant stick-warden Mithrandir Grey-Pilgrim. Where is he?"
Barliman himself, a short, fat man with a touseled head (not yet bald) and a round face, comes bustling out as your party arrives. "Mithrandir? Oh, begging your pardon, you must mean master Gandalf. Well, if you'd asked for anyone else, I'd be happier. He's nowhere about." He mops his brow. "Now, what was I about to say? Ah, yes! Lonely birds need a perch, and lonely men an inn, as we say in Bree. Come along, if you please! The common-room's full of good folk and good beer."
"The company was in the big common-room of the inn. The gathering was large and mixed, as Frodo discovered, when his eyes got used to the light. This came chiefly from a blazing log-fire, for the three lamps hanging from the beams were dim, and half-veiled in smoke. Barliman Butterbur was standing near the fire, talking to a couple of dwarves and one or two strange-looking men. On the benches were various folk: men of Bree, a collection of local hobbits (sitting chattering together), a few more dwarves, and other vague figures difficult to make out away in the shadows and corners."
—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
For a while your party sits together, fending off questions from curious locals, talking of the long road from Dale, and drinking mugs of uncommonly good beer. The night is just getting late when you notice a figure sitting by the fire, beckoning you over. His skin is weatherbeaten, his eyes grey, and his hooded cloak both. The look he gives you is grim but not evil.
"Well met, travelers," he says as you walk over. You notice his leg appears to be wounded: it's propped up on a chair and heavily bandaged. "Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn. Perhaps I am making a grave mistake: you could be cowards, or worse, servants of the Enemy. Still, by your eyes I judge you hardy and truehearted. I will have to trust to that.
"But first, names!" He laughs, then winces as his wounded leg shifts. "I am Halbarad Dunadan, ranger of the North. Who are you, who come to Bree from distant lands?"
Tallind growls. "You seem mirthful, stranger. That does not bode well for you - you see, both you and mithrandir are all too merry for my tastes. Your incessant need for entertainment will break your resolve, ere the dark lord's blighted hand extends from the east and devours us all in black. I am Tallind Bregathorn, though I expect you already knew as such. Then you will know my history, and why I hardly trust the wild men of the North. Rangers, you call yourselves - yet you show no range. What is my task? I wish to pay off my debt to the wizard quickly and quietly as possible, if you please."
Fror looks up from his ale "I am Fror, son of Frar, laddie. I hail from the Iron Hills, and my business is my own. I have heard of the Rangers as decent folk, even if their a bit too elfy for my tastes. And I can tell you I am no coward, nor servant of the Enemy. I have fought orcs and their ilk all my life. Why do you ask for our names and business?"
Ikko Greanleaf walks over to him, he's 22, and wearing pretty much Legolas' ranger outfit. "I'm Ikko Greenleaf, son of Tharon Greenleaf, son of Legolas Greenleaf. Ye look hurt, thy leg is concerning. I possess some healing medicine and techniques." He whips out his daggers like a boss and starts cleaning them. "I have come from far off, looking for adventure and battle. What be your reasoning for disrupting us?"
Who needs a signature? No-ody ever reads them, -esides, normally it's just quotes from people. Well great, now i'm just going on and on, is this a signature now? No. It's not. I don't need a -ig old signature at the -ottom of my posts. CAUTION: I AM THE LOGIC DESTROYER, DO NOT COME NEAR ME WITH LOGIC, FOR IT WILL BE DESTROYED.
Ikko Greanleaf walks over to him, he's 22, and wearing pretty much Legolas' ranger outfit. "I'm Ikko Greenleaf, son of Tharon Greenleaf, son of Legolas Greenleaf. That looks concerning. I have some healing medicine and techniques." He whips out his daggers like a boss and starts cleaning them. "I'm looking for rare swords to add to my collection. How bout you?"
Who needs a signature? No-ody ever reads them, -esides, normally it's just quotes from people. Well great, now i'm just going on and on, is this a signature now? No. It's not. I don't need a -ig old signature at the -ottom of my posts. CAUTION: I AM THE LOGIC DESTROYER, DO NOT COME NEAR ME WITH LOGIC, FOR IT WILL BE DESTROYED.
Tallind growls. "An elf from Mirkwood? Unusual. I detest your kind - too airy-fairy for my tastes. Need a good grounding in reality. Still, you're probably good with a bow, I'd bet, and you'd be a useful one in combat, even if your kind pride looks above intelligence."
Hey, edit this guy in the next couple days or I guess we’ll just get started without you. I’m gonna PM you as well to make sure you see this!
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One way or another I’m going to put up the first post by (hopefully) Monday night! :)
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That’s this night right?
Who needs a signature? No-ody ever reads them, -esides, normally it's just quotes from people. Well great, now i'm just going on and on, is this a signature now? No. It's not. I don't need a -ig old signature at the -ottom of my posts.
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Yep!
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
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I’ll finally start my game tonight, so this is last chance to join: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/117061-a-shadow-over-archet?page=3#c46
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Um I think you may have meant to post this in the cult, as this is the actual game...
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
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Whoops haha
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“Even from the outside the inn looked a pleasant house to familiar eyes. It had a front on the Road, and two wings running back on land partly cut out of the lower slopes of the hill, so that at the rear the second-floor windows were level with the ground. There was a wide arch leading to a courtyard between the two wings, and on the left under the arch there was a large doorway reached by a few broad steps. The door was open and light streamed out of it. Above the arch there was a lamp, and beneath it swung a large signboard: THE PRANCING PONY by BARLIMAN BUTTERBUR. Many of the lower windows showed lights behind thick curtains..."
—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Welcome to the Prancing Pony! Before we head into the common room and begin our adventure, I'd like everyone who's playing to post a quick description of their character. What's your race and class? Where in Middle-Earth do you hail from? And what do you look like?
(This is the last chance for people to get in on the game—don't be shy! Once the actual story and roleplaying starts, the party is closed.)
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Fror is a big, beefy, battered dwarf fighter from the Iron Hills. He carries a massive stone war hammer and wears Dwarven chain armour.
*I’ll post his Heroforge in a minute *
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
JOIN TIAMAT'S CONGA LINE!
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Ikko Greenleaf is the young cocky grandson of Legolas Greenleaf. He loves baking and collecting rare weapons. He’s known for his skills with a dagger and he lives in mirkwood
Who needs a signature? No-ody ever reads them, -esides, normally it's just quotes from people. Well great, now i'm just going on and on, is this a signature now? No. It's not. I don't need a -ig old signature at the -ottom of my posts.
CAUTION: I AM THE LOGIC DESTROYER, DO NOT COME NEAR ME WITH LOGIC, FOR IT WILL BE DESTROYED.
Can we start?
Who needs a signature? No-ody ever reads them, -esides, normally it's just quotes from people. Well great, now i'm just going on and on, is this a signature now? No. It's not. I don't need a -ig old signature at the -ottom of my posts.
CAUTION: I AM THE LOGIC DESTROYER, DO NOT COME NEAR ME WITH LOGIC, FOR IT WILL BE DESTROYED.
Captain Jack, a pirate from the Brandywine river, opens the door and walks in. He's around 35 years old, with dark brown hair, grey eyes, and a tan skin tone, dressed in what appears to be a cross between a pirate's and farmer's clothing. He stoops down, so as not to hit his head on the roof, and makes his way to a seat, where he orders a brandy.
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While I appreciate the attempt to place Captain Jack in Middle-Earth, he still doesn’t fit the tone (and still ignores multiple guidelines on spellcasters). Maybe switch him up?
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A rather rough, `large person with a heavily scratched eye walks up. Their red cloak envelops a long crossbow at their side. They bare several teeth, smiling grimly - he looks a bit unkempt, as if he's been travelling a lot and not been totally concerned about his appearance. "Well there! I be Tallind Bregathorn, and you be in my way. You may have heard of the Righteous Arrow of the North? That's me, although I shoot no arrows and I don't come from the North so much as the West. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to see that arrogant stick-warden Mithrandir Grey-Pilgrim. Where is he?"
Tallind doesn't care how they appear to others.
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Barliman himself, a short, fat man with a touseled head (not yet bald) and a round face, comes bustling out as your party arrives. "Mithrandir? Oh, begging your pardon, you must mean master Gandalf. Well, if you'd asked for anyone else, I'd be happier. He's nowhere about." He mops his brow. "Now, what was I about to say? Ah, yes! Lonely birds need a perch, and lonely men an inn, as we say in Bree. Come along, if you please! The common-room's full of good folk and good beer."
"The company was in the big common-room of the inn. The gathering was large and mixed, as Frodo discovered, when his eyes got used to the light. This came chiefly from a blazing log-fire, for the three lamps hanging from the beams were dim, and half-veiled in smoke. Barliman Butterbur was standing near the fire, talking to a couple of dwarves and one or two strange-looking men. On the benches were various folk: men of Bree, a collection of local hobbits (sitting chattering together), a few more dwarves, and other vague figures difficult to make out away in the shadows and corners."
—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
For a while your party sits together, fending off questions from curious locals, talking of the long road from Dale, and drinking mugs of uncommonly good beer. The night is just getting late when you notice a figure sitting by the fire, beckoning you over. His skin is weatherbeaten, his eyes grey, and his hooded cloak both. The look he gives you is grim but not evil.
"Well met, travelers," he says as you walk over. You notice his leg appears to be wounded: it's propped up on a chair and heavily bandaged. "Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn. Perhaps I am making a grave mistake: you could be cowards, or worse, servants of the Enemy. Still, by your eyes I judge you hardy and truehearted. I will have to trust to that.
"But first, names!" He laughs, then winces as his wounded leg shifts. "I am Halbarad Dunadan, ranger of the North. Who are you, who come to Bree from distant lands?"
Wizard (Gandalf) of the Tolkien Club
Tallind growls. "You seem mirthful, stranger. That does not bode well for you - you see, both you and mithrandir are all too merry for my tastes. Your incessant need for entertainment will break your resolve, ere the dark lord's blighted hand extends from the east and devours us all in black. I am Tallind Bregathorn, though I expect you already knew as such. Then you will know my history, and why I hardly trust the wild men of the North. Rangers, you call yourselves - yet you show no range. What is my task? I wish to pay off my debt to the wizard quickly and quietly as possible, if you please."
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Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
Fror looks up from his ale "I am Fror, son of Frar, laddie. I hail from the Iron Hills, and my business is my own. I have heard of the Rangers as decent folk, even if their a bit too elfy for my tastes. And I can tell you I am no coward, nor servant of the Enemy. I have fought orcs and their ilk all my life. Why do you ask for our names and business?"
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
JOIN TIAMAT'S CONGA LINE!
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Ikko Greanleaf walks over to him, he's 22, and wearing pretty much Legolas' ranger outfit. "I'm Ikko Greenleaf, son of Tharon Greenleaf, son of Legolas Greenleaf. Ye look hurt, thy leg is concerning. I possess some healing medicine and techniques." He whips out his daggers like a boss and starts cleaning them. "I have come from far off, looking for adventure and battle. What be your reasoning for disrupting us?"
Who needs a signature? No-ody ever reads them, -esides, normally it's just quotes from people. Well great, now i'm just going on and on, is this a signature now? No. It's not. I don't need a -ig old signature at the -ottom of my posts.
CAUTION: I AM THE LOGIC DESTROYER, DO NOT COME NEAR ME WITH LOGIC, FOR IT WILL BE DESTROYED.
"I am from Mirkwood, a distant land of forest."
Who needs a signature? No-ody ever reads them, -esides, normally it's just quotes from people. Well great, now i'm just going on and on, is this a signature now? No. It's not. I don't need a -ig old signature at the -ottom of my posts.
CAUTION: I AM THE LOGIC DESTROYER, DO NOT COME NEAR ME WITH LOGIC, FOR IT WILL BE DESTROYED.
Tallind growls. "An elf from Mirkwood? Unusual. I detest your kind - too airy-fairy for my tastes. Need a good grounding in reality. Still, you're probably good with a bow, I'd bet, and you'd be a useful one in combat, even if your kind pride looks above intelligence."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!