A younger fellow, in his early twenties, arrives on horseback garbed in the armor of that of the Rohirrim. After dismounting, he takes his helmet off to reveal dark brown wavy hair and sterling blue eyes. He's limping on his right leg as he enters the Tavern, quickly taking a seat and sighing with relief.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Luriel’s eyes widen. “Oh wow! Isn’t that where the dragon Smaug lives?”
“Yup. I’d love to kill him, but the entrances to the mountain are sealed… I tried to get in but couldn’t.” Lindir gazes off into the distance, daydreaming of 1v1ing Smaug.
A younger fellow, in his early twenties, arrives on horseback garbed in the armor of that of the Rohirrim. After dismounting, he takes his helmet off to reveal dark brown wavy hair and sterling blue eyes. He's limping on his right leg as he enters the Tavern, quickly taking a seat and sighing with relief.
*Help three of the barkeeps are gone and mine is away, someone interact with this guy lol.*
A younger fellow, in his early twenties, arrives on horseback garbed in the armor of that of the Rohirrim. After dismounting, he takes his helmet off to reveal dark brown wavy hair and sterling blue eyes. He's limping on his right leg as he enters the Tavern, quickly taking a seat and sighing with relief.
*Help three of the barkeeps are gone and mine is away, someone interact with this guy lol.*
*Lol, it's alright. What about your other characters?*
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
A younger fellow, in his early twenties, arrives on horseback garbed in the armor of that of the Rohirrim. After dismounting, he takes his helmet off to reveal dark brown wavy hair and sterling blue eyes. He's limping on his right leg as he enters the Tavern, quickly taking a seat and sighing with relief.
*Help three of the barkeeps are gone and mine is away, someone interact with this guy lol.*
*Lol, it's alright. What about your other characters?*
*Lindir is up a 300 foot tree with Luriel… Eh I’ll say Megilhir (elf barkeeper) is back.*
The tall golden-haired elf bartender looks over. “You want any help with that leg?”
A younger fellow, in his early twenties, arrives on horseback garbed in the armor of that of the Rohirrim. After dismounting, he takes his helmet off to reveal dark brown wavy hair and sterling blue eyes. He's limping on his right leg as he enters the Tavern, quickly taking a seat and sighing with relief.
*Help three of the barkeeps are gone and mine is away, someone interact with this guy lol.*
*Lol, it's alright. What about your other characters?*
*Lindir is up a 300 foot tree with Luriel… Eh I’ll say Megilhir (elf barkeeper) is back.*
The tall golden-haired elf bartender looks over. “You want any help with that leg?”
"I, uh, think I'll manage. Thank you, sir." The Rohirrim rider has a bandage tied neatly around his thigh with something leafy and green tucked underneath. "Orcs aren't the only nuisance, apparently." He grumbles. "I know a little about herbs- or enough to get by from an arrow to the knee, heheh."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
A younger fellow, in his early twenties, arrives on horseback garbed in the armor of that of the Rohirrim. After dismounting, he takes his helmet off to reveal dark brown wavy hair and sterling blue eyes. He's limping on his right leg as he enters the Tavern, quickly taking a seat and sighing with relief.
*Help three of the barkeeps are gone and mine is away, someone interact with this guy lol.*
*Lol, it's alright. What about your other characters?*
*Lindir is up a 300 foot tree with Luriel… Eh I’ll say Megilhir (elf barkeeper) is back.*
The tall golden-haired elf bartender looks over. “You want any help with that leg?”
"I, uh, think I'll manage. Thank you, sir." The Rohirrim rider has a bandage tied neatly around his thigh with something leafy and green tucked underneath. "Orcs aren't the only nuisance, apparently." He grumbles. "I know a little about herbs- or enough to get by from an arrow to the knee, heheh."
Megilhir shakes his head. “I know someone who can fix that in a second, if he’d stop enjoying the view up a tree with his girlfriend. He’ll be back in a few minutes. What’s your name?”
Luriel’s eyes widen. “Oh wow! Isn’t that where the dragon Smaug lives?”
“Yup. I’d love to kill him, but the entrances to the mountain are sealed… I tried to get in but couldn’t.” Lindir gazes off into the distance, daydreaming of 1v1ing Smaug.
A younger fellow, in his early twenties, arrives on horseback garbed in the armor of that of the Rohirrim. After dismounting, he takes his helmet off to reveal dark brown wavy hair and sterling blue eyes. He's limping on his right leg as he enters the Tavern, quickly taking a seat and sighing with relief.
*Help three of the barkeeps are gone and mine is away, someone interact with this guy lol.*
*Lol, it's alright. What about your other characters?*
*Lindir is up a 300 foot tree with Luriel… Eh I’ll say Megilhir (elf barkeeper) is back.*
The tall golden-haired elf bartender looks over. “You want any help with that leg?”
"I, uh, think I'll manage. Thank you, sir." The Rohirrim rider has a bandage tied neatly around his thigh with something leafy and green tucked underneath. "Orcs aren't the only nuisance, apparently." He grumbles. "I know a little about herbs- or enough to get by from an arrow to the knee, heheh."
Megilhir shakes his head. “I know someone who can fix that in a second, if he’d stop enjoying the view up a tree with his girlfriend. He’ll be back in a few minutes. What’s your name?”
"I am Theowulf of Rohan." The Rider gives a quick nod of his head. "The lands of Rhun are stirring- the ones I found were near Isengard!"
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
“Probably a good thing,” Luriel says solemnly. “I heard Smaug killed dozens of heroes who dreamed of bringing him down.”
Lindir snorts “Yeah, mortal idiots who thought they could fight one of the Elder Drakes. I could take him. Maybe. I hope.” He looks out over the dark vastness of Mirkwood. “See over there where it’s darker? That’s where Dol Guldur is. That’s the Tower of the Necromancer.”
A younger fellow, in his early twenties, arrives on horseback garbed in the armor of that of the Rohirrim. After dismounting, he takes his helmet off to reveal dark brown wavy hair and sterling blue eyes. He's limping on his right leg as he enters the Tavern, quickly taking a seat and sighing with relief.
*Help three of the barkeeps are gone and mine is away, someone interact with this guy lol.*
*Lol, it's alright. What about your other characters?*
*Lindir is up a 300 foot tree with Luriel… Eh I’ll say Megilhir (elf barkeeper) is back.*
The tall golden-haired elf bartender looks over. “You want any help with that leg?”
"I, uh, think I'll manage. Thank you, sir." The Rohirrim rider has a bandage tied neatly around his thigh with something leafy and green tucked underneath. "Orcs aren't the only nuisance, apparently." He grumbles. "I know a little about herbs- or enough to get by from an arrow to the knee, heheh."
Megilhir shakes his head. “I know someone who can fix that in a second, if he’d stop enjoying the view up a tree with his girlfriend. He’ll be back in a few minutes. What’s your name?”
"I am Theowulf of Rohan." The Rider gives a quick nod of his head. "The lands of Rhun are stirring- the ones I found were near Isengard!"
Megilhir nods. “I am Megilhir. I’m afraid I don’t know much of what goes on in the lands to the south. Were these orcs travelling, or simply raiding?”
A younger fellow, in his early twenties, arrives on horseback garbed in the armor of that of the Rohirrim. After dismounting, he takes his helmet off to reveal dark brown wavy hair and sterling blue eyes. He's limping on his right leg as he enters the Tavern, quickly taking a seat and sighing with relief.
*Help three of the barkeeps are gone and mine is away, someone interact with this guy lol.*
*Lol, it's alright. What about your other characters?*
*Lindir is up a 300 foot tree with Luriel… Eh I’ll say Megilhir (elf barkeeper) is back.*
The tall golden-haired elf bartender looks over. “You want any help with that leg?”
"I, uh, think I'll manage. Thank you, sir." The Rohirrim rider has a bandage tied neatly around his thigh with something leafy and green tucked underneath. "Orcs aren't the only nuisance, apparently." He grumbles. "I know a little about herbs- or enough to get by from an arrow to the knee, heheh."
Megilhir shakes his head. “I know someone who can fix that in a second, if he’d stop enjoying the view up a tree with his girlfriend. He’ll be back in a few minutes. What’s your name?”
"I am Theowulf of Rohan." The Rider gives a quick nod of his head. "The lands of Rhun are stirring- the ones I found were near Isengard!"
Megilhir nods. “I am Megilhir. I’m afraid I don’t know much of what goes on in the lands to the south. Were these orcs travelling, or simply raiding?”
"These weren't orcs- these were men like me. The Easterlings have never been that far west."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
“Probably a good thing,” Luriel says solemnly. “I heard Smaug killed dozens of heroes who dreamed of bringing him down.”
Lindir snorts “Yeah, mortal idiots who thought they could fight one of the Elder Drakes. I could take him. Maybe. I hope.” He looks out over the dark vastness of Mirkwood. “See over there where it’s darker? That’s where Dol Guldur is. That’s the Tower of the Necromancer.”
Luriel nods. “I know. They warned me about Dol Guldur when I left Valinor.”
“Probably a good thing,” Luriel says solemnly. “I heard Smaug killed dozens of heroes who dreamed of bringing him down.”
Lindir snorts “Yeah, mortal idiots who thought they could fight one of the Elder Drakes. I could take him. Maybe. I hope.” He looks out over the dark vastness of Mirkwood. “See over there where it’s darker? That’s where Dol Guldur is. That’s the Tower of the Necromancer.”
Luriel nods. “I know. They warned me about Dol Guldur when I left Valinor.”
Lindir is silent for a moment. “Even the White Council don’t know who he is. They can guess, but no one knows for sure.” He leans close to her and whispers “They think it’s one of the Ulairi, the Ringwraiths. Maybe even more then one.”
A younger fellow, in his early twenties, arrives on horseback garbed in the armor of that of the Rohirrim. After dismounting, he takes his helmet off to reveal dark brown wavy hair and sterling blue eyes. He's limping on his right leg as he enters the Tavern, quickly taking a seat and sighing with relief.
*Help three of the barkeeps are gone and mine is away, someone interact with this guy lol.*
*Lol, it's alright. What about your other characters?*
*Lindir is up a 300 foot tree with Luriel… Eh I’ll say Megilhir (elf barkeeper) is back.*
The tall golden-haired elf bartender looks over. “You want any help with that leg?”
"I, uh, think I'll manage. Thank you, sir." The Rohirrim rider has a bandage tied neatly around his thigh with something leafy and green tucked underneath. "Orcs aren't the only nuisance, apparently." He grumbles. "I know a little about herbs- or enough to get by from an arrow to the knee, heheh."
Megilhir shakes his head. “I know someone who can fix that in a second, if he’d stop enjoying the view up a tree with his girlfriend. He’ll be back in a few minutes. What’s your name?”
"I am Theowulf of Rohan." The Rider gives a quick nod of his head. "The lands of Rhun are stirring- the ones I found were near Isengard!"
Megilhir nods. “I am Megilhir. I’m afraid I don’t know much of what goes on in the lands to the south. Were these orcs travelling, or simply raiding?”
"These weren't orcs- these were men like me. The Easterlings have never been that far west."
Megilhir smiles “Oh my, I am out of date. I don’t know much of these young races of the East. I have no doubt Saruman the White will do something about them if they become a problem, though.”
“Probably a good thing,” Luriel says solemnly. “I heard Smaug killed dozens of heroes who dreamed of bringing him down.”
Lindir snorts “Yeah, mortal idiots who thought they could fight one of the Elder Drakes. I could take him. Maybe. I hope.” He looks out over the dark vastness of Mirkwood. “See over there where it’s darker? That’s where Dol Guldur is. That’s the Tower of the Necromancer.”
Luriel nods. “I know. They warned me about Dol Guldur when I left Valinor.”
Lindir is silent for a moment. “Even the White Council don’t know who he is. They can guess, but no one knows for sure.” He leans close to her and whispers “They think it’s one of the Ulairi, the Ringwraiths. Maybe even more then one.”
Luriel nods sagely. “I heard it was a mortal human who wields the powers of the Istari and once stood high in the councils of Sauron the Dark Lord.”
“Probably a good thing,” Luriel says solemnly. “I heard Smaug killed dozens of heroes who dreamed of bringing him down.”
Lindir snorts “Yeah, mortal idiots who thought they could fight one of the Elder Drakes. I could take him. Maybe. I hope.” He looks out over the dark vastness of Mirkwood. “See over there where it’s darker? That’s where Dol Guldur is. That’s the Tower of the Necromancer.”
Luriel nods. “I know. They warned me about Dol Guldur when I left Valinor.”
Lindir is silent for a moment. “Even the White Council don’t know who he is. They can guess, but no one knows for sure.” He leans close to her and whispers “They think it’s one of the Ulairi, the Ringwraiths. Maybe even more then one.”
Luriel nods sagely. “I heard it was a mortal human who wields the powers of the Istari and once stood high in the councils of Sauron the Dark Lord.”
Lindir shakes his head. “It’s too long lived to be mortal. The shadow first fell on Mirkwood nearly a century ago. It’s only been in the last few years that it has become so powerful, though.” He shrugs “That’s all depressing and boring though.” Lindir points to the right “Down there is Lothlorien, that’s where Galadriel lives. I’ve only been there a couple times.”
“Probably a good thing,” Luriel says solemnly. “I heard Smaug killed dozens of heroes who dreamed of bringing him down.”
Lindir snorts “Yeah, mortal idiots who thought they could fight one of the Elder Drakes. I could take him. Maybe. I hope.” He looks out over the dark vastness of Mirkwood. “See over there where it’s darker? That’s where Dol Guldur is. That’s the Tower of the Necromancer.”
Luriel nods. “I know. They warned me about Dol Guldur when I left Valinor.”
Lindir is silent for a moment. “Even the White Council don’t know who he is. They can guess, but no one knows for sure.” He leans close to her and whispers “They think it’s one of the Ulairi, the Ringwraiths. Maybe even more then one.”
Luriel nods sagely. “I heard it was a mortal human who wields the powers of the Istari and once stood high in the councils of Sauron the Dark Lord.”
Lindir shakes his head. “It’s too long lived to be mortal. The shadow first fell on Mirkwood nearly a century ago. It’s only been in the last few years that it has become so powerful, though.” He shrugs “That’s all depressing and boring though.” Lindir points to the right “Down there is Lothlorien, that’s where Galadriel lives. I’ve only been there a couple times.”
“Me too. She’s my cousin but we’re not that close. How do you survive in Mirkwood with the shadow always hanging over?”
“Probably a good thing,” Luriel says solemnly. “I heard Smaug killed dozens of heroes who dreamed of bringing him down.”
Lindir snorts “Yeah, mortal idiots who thought they could fight one of the Elder Drakes. I could take him. Maybe. I hope.” He looks out over the dark vastness of Mirkwood. “See over there where it’s darker? That’s where Dol Guldur is. That’s the Tower of the Necromancer.”
Luriel nods. “I know. They warned me about Dol Guldur when I left Valinor.”
Lindir is silent for a moment. “Even the White Council don’t know who he is. They can guess, but no one knows for sure.” He leans close to her and whispers “They think it’s one of the Ulairi, the Ringwraiths. Maybe even more then one.”
Luriel nods sagely. “I heard it was a mortal human who wields the powers of the Istari and once stood high in the councils of Sauron the Dark Lord.”
Lindir shakes his head. “It’s too long lived to be mortal. The shadow first fell on Mirkwood nearly a century ago. It’s only been in the last few years that it has become so powerful, though.” He shrugs “That’s all depressing and boring though.” Lindir points to the right “Down there is Lothlorien, that’s where Galadriel lives. I’ve only been there a couple times.”
“Me too. She’s my cousin but we’re not that close. How do you survive in Mirkwood with the shadow always hanging over?”
Lindir grins “Thranduil isn’t exactly a pointy-eared princess. The dark creatures stay away from us wood elves, they figured out it isn’t exactly beneficial to their health.”
A younger fellow, in his early twenties, arrives on horseback garbed in the armor of that of the Rohirrim. After dismounting, he takes his helmet off to reveal dark brown wavy hair and sterling blue eyes. He's limping on his right leg as he enters the Tavern, quickly taking a seat and sighing with relief.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
“Yup. I’d love to kill him, but the entrances to the mountain are sealed… I tried to get in but couldn’t.” Lindir gazes off into the distance, daydreaming of 1v1ing Smaug.
*Lol he’s gonna get himself killed*
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*Help three of the barkeeps are gone and mine is away, someone interact with this guy lol.*
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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*Lol, it's alright. What about your other characters?*
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*Lindir is up a 300 foot tree with Luriel… Eh I’ll say Megilhir (elf barkeeper) is back.*
The tall golden-haired elf bartender looks over. “You want any help with that leg?”
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
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"I, uh, think I'll manage. Thank you, sir." The Rohirrim rider has a bandage tied neatly around his thigh with something leafy and green tucked underneath. "Orcs aren't the only nuisance, apparently." He grumbles. "I know a little about herbs- or enough to get by from an arrow to the knee, heheh."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Megilhir shakes his head. “I know someone who can fix that in a second, if he’d stop enjoying the view up a tree with his girlfriend. He’ll be back in a few minutes. What’s your name?”
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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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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“Probably a good thing,” Luriel says solemnly. “I heard Smaug killed dozens of heroes who dreamed of bringing him down.”
"I am Theowulf of Rohan." The Rider gives a quick nod of his head. "The lands of Rhun are stirring- the ones I found were near Isengard!"
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Lindir snorts “Yeah, mortal idiots who thought they could fight one of the Elder Drakes. I could take him. Maybe. I hope.” He looks out over the dark vastness of Mirkwood. “See over there where it’s darker? That’s where Dol Guldur is. That’s the Tower of the Necromancer.”
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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Megilhir nods. “I am Megilhir. I’m afraid I don’t know much of what goes on in the lands to the south. Were these orcs travelling, or simply raiding?”
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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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"These weren't orcs- these were men like me. The Easterlings have never been that far west."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Luriel nods. “I know. They warned me about Dol Guldur when I left Valinor.”
Lindir is silent for a moment. “Even the White Council don’t know who he is. They can guess, but no one knows for sure.” He leans close to her and whispers “They think it’s one of the Ulairi, the Ringwraiths. Maybe even more then one.”
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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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Megilhir smiles “Oh my, I am out of date. I don’t know much of these young races of the East. I have no doubt Saruman the White will do something about them if they become a problem, though.”
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Luriel nods sagely. “I heard it was a mortal human who wields the powers of the Istari and once stood high in the councils of Sauron the Dark Lord.”
Lindir shakes his head. “It’s too long lived to be mortal. The shadow first fell on Mirkwood nearly a century ago. It’s only been in the last few years that it has become so powerful, though.” He shrugs “That’s all depressing and boring though.” Lindir points to the right “Down there is Lothlorien, that’s where Galadriel lives. I’ve only been there a couple times.”
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“Me too. She’s my cousin but we’re not that close. How do you survive in Mirkwood with the shadow always hanging over?”
Lindir grins “Thranduil isn’t exactly a pointy-eared princess. The dark creatures stay away from us wood elves, they figured out it isn’t exactly beneficial to their health.”
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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