"The old sparrow stands on a bottle of fine red wine. The adult thrush stands on the barrel the wine came from, and the younger (but not by much) raven stands on the stake that holds up the wine grapes in the vineyard the original wine was drawn from. The thrush says to the sparrow, "How old will you be one score years from now?".
"The sparrow responds: "Twice as old as the difference between the raven's age now and when it is aged the same as the wine in my bottle. The wine in the bottle is two years older than the wine in your barrel, and that in turn is twice as old as the grapes on the sparrow's vine. The raven is three years old. The vine is one year old. How old does that make me? Then you will know my age in a score of years.""
His deep, gruff voice rumbles "Mornin' Megilhir, how goes you? Fine day for a drink and a bite if I say so myself eh?" He starts sweeping up some dust in the human section and pours himself a beer.
His deep, gruff voice rumbles "Mornin' Megilhir, how goes you? Fine day for a drink and a bite if I say so myself eh?" He starts sweeping up some dust in the human section and pours himself a beer.
“I am personally having doubts about the Necromancer, but otherwise I am fine. How about you?”
His deep, gruff voice rumbles "Mornin' Megilhir, how goes you? Fine day for a drink and a bite if I say so myself eh?" He starts sweeping up some dust in the human section and pours himself a beer.
“I am personally having doubts about the Necromancer, but otherwise I am fine. How about you?”
"Oh I am alright. I try not to bother with worrying. Waste o' time I say."
His deep, gruff voice rumbles "Mornin' Megilhir, how goes you? Fine day for a drink and a bite if I say so myself eh?" He starts sweeping up some dust in the human section and pours himself a beer.
“I am personally having doubts about the Necromancer, but otherwise I am fine. How about you?”
"Oh I am alright. I try not to bother with worrying. Waste o' time I say."
"Gives ya' wrinkles. How are you fairing with the elves in your section?"
His deep, gruff voice rumbles "Mornin' Megilhir, how goes you? Fine day for a drink and a bite if I say so myself eh?" He starts sweeping up some dust in the human section and pours himself a beer.
“I am personally having doubts about the Necromancer, but otherwise I am fine. How about you?”
"Oh I am alright. I try not to bother with worrying. Waste o' time I say."
"Gives ya' wrinkles. How are you fairing with the elves in your section?"
“I’m fairing well with what few there are. What about you?”
***Hawk, breaking 4th wall: "A Plot, you say? That'll form of its own accord. If you look at the Plot in the Tavern, it took ages to be made, and now the characters are infamous everywhere. It is only a while and several engaging posts away from this Tavern secretly formulating itself its own plot. Give it time."***
The hawk bows, knowing it spoke wisely. It has the power of minor foresight, you see.
Friedrin doesn't notice the hawk's weird movements, instead standing up and walking inside. They go to search their coin pouch beneath their leather armour, but cannot find any money in it. They sigh. "I am afraid I can't pay you for rooms and board for this night. Will you take service in measure instead? I am more than willing to mop the tavern's floor."
***Hawk, breaking 4th wall: "A Plot, you say? That'll form of its own accord. If you look at the Plot in the Tavern, it took ages to be made, and now the characters are infamous everywhere. It is only a while and several engaging posts away from this Tavern secretly formulating itself its own plot. Give it time."***
The hawk bows, knowing it spoke wisely. It has the power of minor foresight, you see.
Friedrin doesn't notice the hawk's weird movements, instead standing up and walking inside. They go to search their coin pouch beneath their leather armour, but cannot find any money in it. They sigh. "I am afraid I can't pay you for rooms and board for this night. Will you take service in measure instead? I am more than willing to mop the tavern's floor."
"Sure, it will give me some free time." Vestri says
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Thank you very much." Friedrin grabs a mop and starts swabbing the deck mopping the floor patiently. The hawk has clambered up to her shoulder and is just sitting, staring at Vestri in a suspicious manner (very much Hei Hei from Moana, forgive the spelling).
"Thank you very much." Friedrin grabs a mop and starts swabbing the deck mopping the floor patiently. The hawk has clambered up to her shoulder and is just sitting, staring at Vestri in a suspicious manner (very much Hei Hei from Moana, forgive the spelling).
Vestri watches the Hawk back
"What?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The hawk remains silent and watching. Friedrin shakes her head. "Is Durillion bothering you? He does this sometimes. He's a... unique individual, like me."
"The old sparrow stands on a bottle of fine red wine. The adult thrush stands on the barrel the wine came from, and the younger (but not by much) raven stands on the stake that holds up the wine grapes in the vineyard the original wine was drawn from. The thrush says to the sparrow, "How old will you be one score years from now?".
"The sparrow responds: "Twice as old as the difference between the raven's age now and when it is aged the same as the wine in my bottle. The wine in the bottle is two years older than the wine in your barrel, and that in turn is twice as old as the grapes on the sparrow's vine. The raven is three years old. The vine is one year old. How old does that make me? Then you will know my age in a score of years.""
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Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*finished the human bio, check the pm*
Back in black baby
*Morning!*
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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Megilhir goes over to Drake “Good morning, friend.”
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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"You know I'm not a traveler."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
His deep, gruff voice rumbles "Mornin' Megilhir, how goes you? Fine day for a drink and a bite if I say so myself eh?" He starts sweeping up some dust in the human section and pours himself a beer.
Back in black baby
“I am personally having doubts about the Necromancer, but otherwise I am fine. How about 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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"Oh I am alright. I try not to bother with worrying. Waste o' time I say."
Back in black baby
"Gives ya' wrinkles. How are you fairing with the elves in your section?"
Back in black baby
“I’m fairing well with what few there are. What about 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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Vestri is cleaning
Ulfang is cleaning his armor
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Megilhir is thinking
legolas thinks we may need to develop some sort of plot line
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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*Ghost has Ulfang, who as a tride to reclaim. That could be plot*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The hawk on the ranger's arm tilts its head.
***Hawk, breaking 4th wall: "A Plot, you say? That'll form of its own accord. If you look at the Plot in the Tavern, it took ages to be made, and now the characters are infamous everywhere. It is only a while and several engaging posts away from this Tavern secretly formulating itself its own plot. Give it time."***
The hawk bows, knowing it spoke wisely. It has the power of minor foresight, you see.
Friedrin doesn't notice the hawk's weird movements, instead standing up and walking inside. They go to search their coin pouch beneath their leather armour, but cannot find any money in it. They sigh. "I am afraid I can't pay you for rooms and board for this night. Will you take service in measure instead? I am more than willing to mop the tavern's floor."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
"Sure, it will give me some free time." Vestri says
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Thank you very much." Friedrin grabs a mop and starts
swabbing the deckmopping the floor patiently. The hawk has clambered up to her shoulder and is just sitting, staring at Vestri in a suspicious manner (very much Hei Hei from Moana, forgive the spelling).Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
Vestri watches the Hawk back
"What?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The hawk remains silent and watching. Friedrin shakes her head. "Is Durillion bothering you? He does this sometimes. He's a... unique individual, like me."
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*I'm tempted to come in here with Silver, I'm going to think about it. I'll probably join tomorrow with Silver. Yeah, I'll join tomorrow with Silver.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Remeber that they have to be part of LotR lore, FYI*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now