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Megilhir smiles “Oh my, I am out of date.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.”
"We've all been wondering about what the White Wizard does in that tower of his. Isengard has been awfully quiet- even with all the negative activity we've been having." Theowulf sighs. "There was word of a darkness in Mirkwood, so I went to check it out. There be too many spiders to get through! I hope the woodland elves are fairing well..."
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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?”
"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.”
"We've all been wondering about what the White Wizard does in that tower of his. Isengard has been awfully quiet- even with all the negative activity we've been having." Theowulf sighs. "There was word of a darkness in Mirkwood, so I went to check it out. There be too many spiders to get through! I hope the woodland elves are fairing well..."
Megilhir nods. “News must travel slowly among mortals. The darkness fell on Mirkwood many years ago, though lately it grown stronger. The Wise will deal with it, if it’s power grows. I keep an eye on Dol Guldur.”
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.”
"We've all been wondering about what the White Wizard does in that tower of his. Isengard has been awfully quiet- even with all the negative activity we've been having." Theowulf sighs. "There was word of a darkness in Mirkwood, so I went to check it out. There be too many spiders to get through! I hope the woodland elves are fairing well..."
Megilhir nods. “News must travel slowly among mortals. The darkness fell on Mirkwood many years ago, though lately it grown stronger. The Wise will deal with it, if it’s power grows. I keep an eye on Dol Guldur.”
"So that's where it is...I was off in the wrong direction, then." Theowulf thinks for a moment. "Megilhir, do you think we could spot anything if scouted out the place?"
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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?”
"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.”
"We've all been wondering about what the White Wizard does in that tower of his. Isengard has been awfully quiet- even with all the negative activity we've been having." Theowulf sighs. "There was word of a darkness in Mirkwood, so I went to check it out. There be too many spiders to get through! I hope the woodland elves are fairing well..."
Megilhir nods. “News must travel slowly among mortals. The darkness fell on Mirkwood many years ago, though lately it grown stronger. The Wise will deal with it, if it’s power grows. I keep an eye on Dol Guldur.”
"So that's where it is...I was off in the wrong direction, then." Theowulf thinks for a moment. "Megilhir, do you think we could spot anything if scouted out the place?"
“No. I have done that, and the fortress appears completely abandoned. The woods around it are cloaked in illusion, and crawling with dark creatures. You would not even get near the tower, and if you did, the power that dwells in there would snare you.”
“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.
*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.”
"We've all been wondering about what the White Wizard does in that tower of his. Isengard has been awfully quiet- even with all the negative activity we've been having." Theowulf sighs. "There was word of a darkness in Mirkwood, so I went to check it out. There be too many spiders to get through! I hope the woodland elves are fairing well..."
Megilhir nods. “News must travel slowly among mortals. The darkness fell on Mirkwood many years ago, though lately it grown stronger. The Wise will deal with it, if it’s power grows. I keep an eye on Dol Guldur.”
"So that's where it is...I was off in the wrong direction, then." Theowulf thinks for a moment. "Megilhir, do you think we could spot anything if scouted out the place?"
“No. I have done that, and the fortress appears completely abandoned. The woods around it are cloaked in illusion, and crawling with dark creatures. You would not even get near the tower, and if you did, the power that dwells in there would snare you.”
"That does not sound appealing." Theowulf grumbles.
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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.)
Theowulf stands up and limps his way outside, preparing his horse for his venture.
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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 hobbit runs past the tavern. They just... run past. Don't really glance back.
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
A hobbit runs past the tavern. They just... run past. Don't really glance back.
The horse winnies and rears up, but Theowulf is able to calm her, "Woah! Woah, Erinee...What was that?"
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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.”
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.”
“I’d love to meet him someday,” Luriel says.
Lindir smiles at her “I’m probably gonna go to the Woodland Realm after this, I could probably take you with me.”
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.”
"We've all been wondering about what the White Wizard does in that tower of his. Isengard has been awfully quiet- even with all the negative activity we've been having." Theowulf sighs. "There was word of a darkness in Mirkwood, so I went to check it out. There be too many spiders to get through! I hope the woodland elves are fairing well..."
Megilhir nods. “News must travel slowly among mortals. The darkness fell on Mirkwood many years ago, though lately it grown stronger. The Wise will deal with it, if it’s power grows. I keep an eye on Dol Guldur.”
"So that's where it is...I was off in the wrong direction, then." Theowulf thinks for a moment. "Megilhir, do you think we could spot anything if scouted out the place?"
“No. I have done that, and the fortress appears completely abandoned. The woods around it are cloaked in illusion, and crawling with dark creatures. You would not even get near the tower, and if you did, the power that dwells in there would snare you.”
"That does not sound appealing." Theowulf grumbles.
“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.”
“I’d love to meet him someday,” Luriel says.
Lindir smiles at her “I’m probably gonna go to the Woodland Realm after this, I could probably take you with me.”
Theowulf stands up and limps his way outside, preparing his horse for his venture.
“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”
"I'm going to Dol Guldor. I know I'm just a man- but I know what I'm capable of." Theowulf says confidently.
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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.”
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.”
“I’d love to meet him someday,” Luriel says.
Lindir smiles at her “I’m probably gonna go to the Woodland Realm after this, I could probably take you with me.”
“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.”
“I’d love to meet him someday,” Luriel says.
Lindir smiles at her “I’m probably gonna go to the Woodland Realm after this, I could probably take you with me.”
“That would be wonderful!” Luriel says happily.
Lindir offers her his hand “Let’s go see if my…. Cousin? Uncle? He’s some relation anyway, Megilhir is back.”
Luriel takes his hand and lets him help her down from the tree. “Sure, I’d love that.”
They go inside, Lindir still holding her hand unless she pulls away. Megilhir is back behind the bar. “I tracked the orcs, they came out of Mirkwood. That’s a new one, even the orca typically avoid the forest.” Lindir shrugs “It’s dark and creepy, sounds exactly like the kind of place an orc would like to me.”
"We've all been wondering about what the White Wizard does in that tower of his. Isengard has been awfully quiet- even with all the negative activity we've been having." Theowulf sighs. "There was word of a darkness in Mirkwood, so I went to check it out. There be too many spiders to get through! I hope the woodland elves are fairing well..."
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?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Megilhir nods. “News must travel slowly among mortals. The darkness fell on Mirkwood many years ago, though lately it grown stronger. The Wise will deal with it, if it’s power grows. I keep an eye on Dol Guldur.”
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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"So that's where it is...I was off in the wrong direction, then." Theowulf thinks for a moment. "Megilhir, do you think we could spot anything if scouted out the place?"
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.)
“No. I have done that, and the fortress appears completely abandoned. The woods around it are cloaked in illusion, and crawling with dark creatures. You would not even get near the tower, and if you did, the power that dwells in there would snare you.”
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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“I’d love to meet him someday,” Luriel says.
"That does not sound appealing." Theowulf grumbles.
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?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Theowulf stands up and limps his way outside, preparing his horse for his venture.
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.)
A hobbit runs past the tavern. They just... run past. Don't really glance back.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
The horse winnies and rears up, but Theowulf is able to calm her, "Woah! Woah, Erinee...What was that?"
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 smiles at her “I’m probably gonna go to the Woodland Realm after this, I could probably take you with me.”
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“It’s not supposed to.”
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“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”
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Megilhir teleports after them.
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'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'm going to Dol Guldor. I know I'm just a man- but I know what I'm capable of." Theowulf says confidently.
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.)
“Sorry, I can’t allow you to throw your life away.”
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“That would be wonderful!” Luriel says happily.
Lindir offers her his hand “Let’s go see if my…. Cousin? Uncle? He’s some relation anyway, Megilhir is back.”
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Luriel takes his hand and lets him help her down from the tree. “Sure, I’d love that.”
They go inside, Lindir still holding her hand unless she pulls away. Megilhir is back behind the bar. “I tracked the orcs, they came out of Mirkwood. That’s a new one, even the orca typically avoid the forest.”
Lindir shrugs “It’s dark and creepy, sounds exactly like the kind of place an orc would like to me.”
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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