Dakoh’s attention focused on the older hobbit’s tale. And by focused, I mean truly only that his ears were tuned into Bilbo’s voice as he sat there with his body half turned away acting like he couldn’t care less. He had told Asta and Noi that he had come to the Green Dragon for a drink, which wasn’t untrue. It had been a while since he was in the Shire last and as a budding member of the Ale Association he had come to taste many a fine drink.
But as good as the Green Dragon Breath ale was, it really was the storyteller he had wanted to see. The hunter figured he’d find the ‘Mad Baggins’ in Hobbiton proper, maybe at his residence at Bag End. But Bywater was just as good of place as any to catch up with kin.
And so Dakoh was sitting there listening to Bilbo’s recounting of adventures. Tales he had heard of several times before, even mouthing some of the parts he knew by heart. So it was with little surprise to Dakoh when the riddle came up, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer. With just the slightest pause from Bilbo after posing the question, Dakoh blurted out the answer, much louder than he had hoped but still not loud enough for the entire tavern to hear.
“EGGS!…it’s what I’ll have for breakfast thank you very much!” He tried to connect the two halves of his sentence to those who’s attention he grabbed as he quickly took another swig of his ale to cover his embarrassment, hoping not to spoil his cousins audience.
Bilbo stops speaking and looks over to his fellow hobbit. “ That’s right, now here my good hobbit” he sweeps his hand to the audience. “This is hobbit of good sense, one you want to have with you to n adventure”. As says that most of audience, makes a face truly revealing their feeling about hobbits having adventure. Bilbo seeing this knows it time go, before the crowd gets more disapproving. He looks at Dakoh and says “Why don’t we go to Bag In and enjoy pipeful of smoke. Also bring any companions you have”.
Noi's right eyebrow raises, as he wrestles internally, if this hitchhiker from early this evening is a companion to continue with to go to a Hobbit house or should he stay were he is and head back to were he came from in the morning.
Asta studied Bilbo as he spoke still unsure as to why her mother had been summoned here and whether or not she would be accepted as an acceptable substitute.
Bilbo stops speaking and looks over to his fellow hobbit. “That’s right, now here my good hobbit” he sweeps his hand to the audience. “This is hobbit of good sense, one you want to have with you to n adventure”. As says that most of audience, makes a face truly revealing their feeling about hobbits having adventure. Bilbo seeing this knows it time go, before the crowd gets more disapproving. He looks at Dakoh and says “Why don’t we go to Bag In and enjoy pipeful of smoke. Also bring any companions you have”.
"Ah, but of course, to Bag End. I'm not sure I've brought my pipe with me. Will have to check my pack by and by. But I'm sure you have one to spare at the burrow, always prepared for company isn't that so. Why, Mr Bilbo, you were always so friendly to those dwarf folks that came round a while back. Offering them the finest of Hobbit comforts"
Dakoh continues to address Bilbo as he tries to make eye contact with Noi and Asta, giving the subtle signs of head nods and eye motions to indicate they should join him. Perhaps Hernd misinterprets the gestures of the small folk and tags along as well, an accidental invitee if you will.
“Yes, Bagun has more than enough room, I happen to have spare pipe as well.” Bilbo waits just to see who all is coming, he smiles towards the crowd trying to eye everyone. “At least have everyone come at once, dwarves showing up at one time is very time consuming.” He says with laughter. OOC: sorry folks it’s been a tough week. I will post more later.
After quite a long walk under stars that have come out blazing and bright you each follow Bilbo until you each finally come to the round green door of Bag End, the home of the strange and famous Bilbo Baggins. Standing there upon the mat, you find each yourself surrounded the legendary Bag End. Bilbo asks each of you to wait a minute while he makes place presentable.Before you can gather your wits about you, you’ve been swept into the warm embrace of Bag End, and led into the parlour where a lovely fire, fresh mugs of ale, plates of dainties, and several cushioned chairs and sofas offer a much-needed spot of rest and relaxation. Bilbo, a twinkle in his eye, ushers you each into a seat but takes none for himself. He passes the spare pipe.A few moments after you’ve finished the first plate of food,
the obviously excited Master Baggins can no longer contain himself. He places one hand behind his back and another in his vest pocket, standing tall to ensure he has your attention.
“You are all, undoubtedly, curious as to why I’ve called you here this evening. Well,” he leans in, the firelight causing the twinkle in his eye to dance merrily. His hand sweeps from behind
his back towards the parlour window. “I am hoping you will partake in a little adventure! Nothing so grand as my own, I’m afraid: but in return for your aid, I will provide each of you with
a place in my memoirs, and a fair share of my eternal gratitude.”He grabs a glass of wine off the table and takes a sip, pausing for effect. “Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘There
goes Old Bilbo again, taking after that Wizard Gandalf and sending you a Hobbit and Dwarves off into the blue. Well, I can assure you it
is nothing of the sort. Just a little trip to Michel Delving and back to recover what one might call a family heirloom from the Mathom- house: a map of the Shire supposedly made by the Old Took himself, with all sorts of precious annotations. Now, I’ve sent many letters to the custodian, Malva Slowfoot, asking if I could have it back, even offering fairly generous
donations: but for some reason, she has provided no replies.So, I thought that we needn’t tell her or her husband— after all, we’re talking about something that belonged to my grandfather, and that would not be out of place here, in Bag End. Most of all, we needn’t alert that pesky dog that the Slowfoots have set to guard the place! Sharp as a tack,
that beast, and he sniffs me out every time I’ve come near. Besides, I know some of you place more value on local gossip than others — and even just being seen at night in the Company of ‘Mad Baggins’ might be enough to ruin your
reputation forever. But for those of you with spirit which I know you all have in spades, or I’d have not called you here tonight — won’t you aid me on this errand of particular importance, my fellow conspirators?”
The corner of Noi's mouth start to rise. The nose begins to rise as the forehead falls back and there is a low growl that gets louder as Noi emits a loud laugh. Once Noi's belly stops juggling he responds a resounding
"YES"...it is my pleasure to aid you and I am honored to be a conspirator."
Asta scrunched up her face looking sideways at Noi, " Seems simple enough....I'm assuming if any of us are caught you will disavow any knowledge of us?", she grinned.
(Hi all, it's been a pleasure, but I'm not enjoying this as much as I thought I would. I'm just not as into the LOTR as I thought. Thank you for having me, but I think I'll bow out here before things get too far along)
(Hi all, it's been a pleasure, but I'm not enjoying this as much as I thought I would. I'm just not as into the LOTR as I thought. Thank you for having me, but I think I'll bow out here before things get too far along)
Dakoh enjoyed the company of the older hobbit, and took the time to showcase his skills with making smoke rings. He tried to discern the other's intentions, but wasn't trying very hard to accomplish any goals. They had their own reasons, and he would let that be.
As Bilbo began to speak, he became enraptured, he hung on every word to ensure he captured even the slightest hidden meaning. "A heist? From the Mathom House? From the Slowfoots?" He wrapped his head around the details. "Well, none of us would be in very good standings if we are discovered. Even in Archet, where the pull of the Shire is very near zero, having one's name smeared by the Mathom House can have consequences with regards to business."
Dakoh reaches for a glass of wine himself...along with a good portion of cheese. He holds it in his hand for a minute, measuring its weight. He then places it in a pocket, "For Fido you know." With that, he indicates that he will lend what assistance he can in securing the old map.
//my players not the that I have been posting everyday. However I have IRL stuff happen, so I be slower in posting. If you want to drop the game I have no hard feelings whatsoever. You all have been creative and very good at posting. For those who stay, thank you.
Dakoh’s attention focused on the older hobbit’s tale. And by focused, I mean truly only that his ears were tuned into Bilbo’s voice as he sat there with his body half turned away acting like he couldn’t care less. He had told Asta and Noi that he had come to the Green Dragon for a drink, which wasn’t untrue. It had been a while since he was in the Shire last and as a budding member of the Ale Association he had come to taste many a fine drink.
But as good as the Green Dragon Breath ale was, it really was the storyteller he had wanted to see. The hunter figured he’d find the ‘Mad Baggins’ in Hobbiton proper, maybe at his residence at Bag End. But Bywater was just as good of place as any to catch up with kin.
And so Dakoh was sitting there listening to Bilbo’s recounting of adventures. Tales he had heard of several times before, even mouthing some of the parts he knew by heart. So it was with little surprise to Dakoh when the riddle came up, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer. With just the slightest pause from Bilbo after posing the question, Dakoh blurted out the answer, much louder than he had hoped but still not loud enough for the entire tavern to hear.
“EGGS!…it’s what I’ll have for breakfast thank you very much!” He tried to connect the two halves of his sentence to those who’s attention he grabbed as he quickly took another swig of his ale to cover his embarrassment, hoping not to spoil his cousins audience.
Bilbo stops speaking and looks over to his fellow hobbit. “ That’s right, now here my good hobbit” he sweeps his hand to the audience. “This is hobbit of good sense, one you want to have with you to n adventure”. As says that most of audience, makes a face truly revealing their feeling about hobbits having adventure. Bilbo seeing this knows it time go, before the crowd gets more disapproving. He looks at Dakoh and says “Why don’t we go to Bag In and enjoy pipeful of smoke. Also bring any companions you have”.
Noi's right eyebrow raises, as he wrestles internally, if this hitchhiker from early this evening is a companion to continue with to go to a Hobbit house or should he stay were he is and head back to were he came from in the morning.
Asta studied Bilbo as he spoke still unsure as to why her mother had been summoned here and whether or not she would be accepted as an acceptable substitute.
"Ah, but of course, to Bag End. I'm not sure I've brought my pipe with me. Will have to check my pack by and by. But I'm sure you have one to spare at the burrow, always prepared for company isn't that so. Why, Mr Bilbo, you were always so friendly to those dwarf folks that came round a while back. Offering them the finest of Hobbit comforts"
Dakoh continues to address Bilbo as he tries to make eye contact with Noi and Asta, giving the subtle signs of head nods and eye motions to indicate they should join him. Perhaps Hernd misinterprets the gestures of the small folk and tags along as well, an accidental invitee if you will.
Hernd came specifically to meet Bilbo, so he decides to tag along, inviting himself
Noi picks ups on Dakoh signs. He starts easing over to Dakoh's location.
Asta follows the others with a friendly smile.
“Yes, Bagun has more than enough room, I happen to have spare pipe as well.” Bilbo waits just to see who all is coming, he smiles towards the crowd trying to eye everyone. “At least have everyone come at once, dwarves showing up at one time is very time consuming.” He says with laughter.
OOC: sorry folks it’s been a tough week. I will post more later.
Noi
"Aye aye Mr. Baggins"
After quite a long walk under stars that have come out blazing and bright you each follow Bilbo until you each finally come to the round green door of Bag End, the home of the strange and famous Bilbo Baggins. Standing there upon the mat, you find each yourself surrounded the legendary Bag End. Bilbo asks each of you to wait a minute while he makes place presentable. Before you can gather your wits about you, you’ve been swept into the warm embrace of Bag End, and led into the parlour where a lovely fire, fresh mugs of ale, plates of dainties, and several cushioned chairs and sofas offer a much-needed spot of rest and relaxation. Bilbo, a twinkle in his eye, ushers you each into a seat but takes none for himself. He passes the spare pipe. A few moments after you’ve finished the first plate of food,
the obviously excited Master Baggins can no longer contain himself. He places one hand behind his back and another in his vest pocket, standing tall to ensure he has your attention.
“You are all, undoubtedly, curious as to why I’ve called you here this evening. Well,” he leans in, the firelight causing the twinkle in his eye to dance merrily. His hand sweeps from behind
his back towards the parlour window. “I am hoping you will partake in a little adventure! Nothing so grand as my own, I’m afraid: but in return for your aid, I will provide each of you with
a place in my memoirs, and a fair share of my eternal gratitude.”He grabs a glass of wine off the table and takes a sip, pausing for effect. “Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘There
goes Old Bilbo again, taking after that Wizard Gandalf and sending you a Hobbit and Dwarves off into the blue. Well, I can assure you it
is nothing of the sort. Just a little trip to Michel Delving and back to recover what one might call a family heirloom from the Mathom- house: a map of the Shire supposedly made by the Old Took himself, with all sorts of precious annotations. Now, I’ve sent many letters to the custodian, Malva Slowfoot, asking if I could have it back, even offering fairly generous
donations: but for some reason, she has provided no replies.So, I thought that we needn’t tell her or her husband— after all, we’re talking about something that belonged to my grandfather, and that would not be out of place here, in Bag End. Most of all, we needn’t alert that pesky dog that the Slowfoots have set to guard the place! Sharp as a tack,
that beast, and he sniffs me out every time I’ve come near. Besides, I know some of you place more value on local gossip than others — and even just being seen at night in the Company of ‘Mad Baggins’ might be enough to ruin your
reputation forever. But for those of you with spirit which I know you all have in spades, or I’d have not called you here tonight — won’t you aid me on this errand of particular importance, my fellow conspirators?”
The corner of Noi's mouth start to rise. The nose begins to rise as the forehead falls back and there is a low growl that gets louder as Noi emits a loud laugh. Once Noi's belly stops juggling he responds a resounding
"YES"...it is my pleasure to aid you and I am honored to be a conspirator."
Asta scrunched up her face looking sideways at Noi, " Seems simple enough....I'm assuming if any of us are caught you will disavow any knowledge of us?", she grinned.
" Also, No hurting the Dog!"
(Hi all, it's been a pleasure, but I'm not enjoying this as much as I thought I would. I'm just not as into the LOTR as I thought. Thank you for having me, but I think I'll bow out here before things get too far along)
Hey to see go but I understand.
Dakoh enjoyed the company of the older hobbit, and took the time to showcase his skills with making smoke rings. He tried to discern the other's intentions, but wasn't trying very hard to accomplish any goals. They had their own reasons, and he would let that be.
As Bilbo began to speak, he became enraptured, he hung on every word to ensure he captured even the slightest hidden meaning. "A heist? From the Mathom House? From the Slowfoots?" He wrapped his head around the details. "Well, none of us would be in very good standings if we are discovered. Even in Archet, where the pull of the Shire is very near zero, having one's name smeared by the Mathom House can have consequences with regards to business."
Dakoh reaches for a glass of wine himself...along with a good portion of cheese. He holds it in his hand for a minute, measuring its weight. He then places it in a pocket, "For Fido you know." With that, he indicates that he will lend what assistance he can in securing the old map.
Noi, mumbles..."for fido"
( *Bombastic Side Eye*)
//my players not the that I have been posting everyday. However I have IRL stuff happen, so I be slower in posting. If you want to drop the game I have no hard feelings whatsoever. You all have been creative and very good at posting. For those who stay, thank you.
" I may have missed it but when exactly do you need this done by, Master Baggins?", Asta queried.