Thread: The Khazad-dumish Inn.. Please watch your head coming through the door.
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Why don't you come back in and have some dinner and get a night's rest before you go. Your horse needs his rest and you could do with a rest too. The rain isn't going to do either of you any good anyway. I'm going to get things ready and you can encourage the rest of the patrons to provide entertainment. When the weather is better I'm sure you'll find someone to go with you.
But Thank you, Sian, I shall set out tomorrow, and we shall place my emerald statue on the roof.
"It's turning dark quickly outside with all these black clouds," he said hanging his wet over coat on the pegs.
"And while you're watching the food cooking I will light the fire in the Chimney," Thorin spoke again moving to the great fire place. He looked at the wood remaining and muttered to himself, "I will have to replenish this wood stock tomorrow."
Picking some wood fagots he placed them in the chimney and lit it with his tinder box. Soon there was a nice warn fire burning. He then moved to the lanterns hanging in different part of the Inn and lit them. The inn now had a nice yellowish look inside and was a warn comfort from the rain and chill outside.
"I really hope this rain stops tomorrow so that I can fix the doors. I don't like to keep work pending."
Current weather: Rain and snow showers this morning. A shower or two in the afternoon - otherwise, mostly cloudy.
'I'd planned to take a trip to the Shire today,' he said, walking over to the fire and sitting down in front of it, 'but with this weather the road will be like a muddy river. I'm staying for today.'
He idly picked at some oat cakes and dip left over from the night before, and put his feet up near the flames.
"Since we're stuck inside for awhile, try my new dipping sauces for the wings and tell me what you think. There's honey-mustard sauce, Southern-style BBQ. rum and Saucy Wooster, and teriyaki orange spice. I wanted something new to celebrate the return of our king and hopefully Grondy's return as well."
She lays out the vittles on a big table and puts some on a small table by the fire for Fornac.
"I've put up an advertisement for the new recipes but I don't think we'll get many new customers with the weather the way it is.. Eruheran is hoping to find warriors to help with his quest, too."
This is my first visit to the Inn, and since I seem to be a hobbit, temporarily I hope; I didn't have watch my head coming thru the door. So's here's a song of the exiles which we all sing:
A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aearon!
A Elbereth Gilthoniel!
o menel palan-díriel
le nallon sí di'nguruthos!
A tiro nin, Fanuilos!
A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
Do I get my beer now?
"This is a nice song and it's a wonder to hear it from a hobbit!! You certainly deserve a pint of Gimli's Finest(TM) for it!"
"Oh! And I'll have a taste of Sian's new sauce with the balrog wings! Them smell and look so nice"
'Well, a Balrog had them in the movie and that's good enough for me,' he said taking a bite of one with teriyaki orange spicy sauce on it. He chewed for a few moments, then stopped. His face went red.
'Wa'er!' he shouted, getting up from his chair and sending it clattering to the floor. 'Wa'er!'
He ran into the bar, realised that there was no running water in the Inn, turned and desperately ran outside.
The Ranger ran across the road, stumbled down the grassy slope that led to a stream and threw himself into it. After a few minutes of gulping desperately at the ice-cold water, he got up slowly and tried to walk in a dignified fashion back up the slope and towards the Inn. His front was soaked and dripping as he came in.
'I apologise, madam,' he said, inclining his head slightly. 'I had no idea that one thing could be so... flavoursome.'
I made the same mistake nearly 4 years ago when I first posted in the Khazad Dumish Inn. It was Grondy who taught me that
Posted Saturday 25th November 2006 (02:39pm)
Nights falls. A dwarf enters and moves towards the owner. "Greetings kinsman", he says to gimli and bows low. He hangs his cloak and put down his great battle axe and calls for some ale. But Gimli says, "sorry kinsman but you must sing a song as you are new here."
so thorin, the dwarf from moria, begins:
"Ho! ho! Ho! to the bottle I go
to heal my heart and drown my woe
rain may fall and wind may blow
and many miles still to go
But in an inn i will sit
and let the clouds go sailing by"
"i hope i may now have my ale" he asks Gimli...
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Posted Sunday 26th November 2006 (12:04am)
"Welcome to the Khazad-dûmish Inn Thorin. For your song you get this here complimentary tankard of 'Gimli's Finest™Ale' as well as a combo-plate of our Spicy Hot Balrog Wings, Deep Fried Watcher Rings, and Bar-B-Qued Warg Ribs.
My name is Grondy and I'm running the Inn for the founder and owner, Gimli_axe_wielder, who is away at the wars, or working his families mithril mine, or trying his hand at being a professional photographer, or some such thing.
OOC: (Thorin, a word in your ear:, one of our main RPG rules is one must not put words in the mouths of any other character, but your own. The same applies to actions, you may only control what your own character says and does. You can ask or suggest they do something, but everyone has the free will to comply or not. If you want to bend the story in a certain way and need someone else's character's conversation to help move it that way, you might PM them from the link in 'My Account' and negotiate with them to make it happen. And please feel free to continue on with us in this game; I don't mean this mere stumble to stifle your participation, but just wanted to point you in the right direction.- Thanks )
Do you have a spare room? I want to make a statue of Me from this Slab of Dwarven Emeralds.
Eruheran Doesn't wait for a reply and heads into the Kitchen, and uses one of the knives left on a table to begin to craft a statue of himself, and pulls the Balrog wings he ordered earlier out of the Microwave, and eats them.
"Thorin, thanks for building the fire. We'll all stay comfortable tonight! I'm going to leave you fellows to yourselves, though, and go upstairs to get some sleep."
'Now that is fine ale,' he said, admiring its golden colour before taking a gulp and lying back in his chair.
He drifted off to a deep sleep.
The Door to the Kitchen breaks down, a small chunk of emerald flies out, knocking a drunk dwarf unconscious, minutes later, Eruheran walks out, with a large statue of him on a flat wheelbarrowey thing, and takes it outside. Joe the Bard then walks out of the Kitchen with a Ladder and a rope, and banging is heard from outside. Joe then rushes back in, and pulls out a drill, and then a hammer. Minutes later Eruheran walks back in, and holds his scimitar in the air dramatically
Come Outside, look what I Did to the Roof!
A few drunk hobbits run out side, to see a large Emerald Statue of King Eruheran of Chásor on the Roof, and they cheer happily.
The dusty old barstool appears underneath her and she perchs easily on its edge, her elbows leaned on the bar, and a large fanged grin on her face. She proceeds to brood, as if she has always sat there, and manages to keep an air around her that would almost make others believe that she has indeed sat there, unmoving, for years.
OOC: Not sure if anyone is still here that remembers me...its been AGES since I left...
Eruheran sits down at the bar, helping himself to some Balrog Wings, while a few Regulars look at him annoyed for vandalising the Roof with a statue of himself.
Fornad slowly awoke, things blurring for a moment before he rubbed his eyes and sat up.
'Must have gone to sleep...,' he muttered to himself, before taking a sip of the now slightly tepid ale.
He then pulled himself up with a groan and walked around a bit the stretch out his legs, when he noticed someone new sitting at the polished oak bar. She wore a tattered grey cloak, and had black hair.
'Have you sung as of yet?' he asked. 'I didn't hear you.'
OOC: and while you're at it, join My RPG aswell?
Eruheran jumps behind the bar and pulls out some wine.
"It is My 100th Post! [I know I double posted to do this but shut your face]" Eruheran shouts, spraying wine everywhere. Outside, It is Raining Confetti, and the Rivers run red with the blood of Eruheran's Enemies. The Drunken Hobbits start dancing on the tables, and Eruheran quickly finishes the 5 Bottles of Wine He stole, before shoving Rick Astley in the Record Player and shoving up a disco ball. Joe begins playing his lute to 'Never Gonna Give You Up' and a Dwarf begins dancing on the bar. The Bartender Looked up, realising Eruheran had caused a mess in the Bar, and pulls out his sword. The Party Quickly Ends.
[Note: I hate Rick Astley, and So Do You. ]
"But I have a few doors to replace so please excuse me. Grondy is not here at present and Sian is holding the position of Bartender. If you need anything please ask her."
With that Thorin left the inn and went to his forge where the doors were stored. He carried them one by one outside and used pulley which he had previously installed to hoist the doors to the rooms above the inn. Satisfied with his work so far, he took his tool box and went back in the Inn. Soon the sound of hammering could be heard as the dwarf worked to replace the old door.
"Don't worry folks," Thorin shouted from upstairs. "I'm soon done and there will be no more banging."
With that he took the old doors and threw them in the yard outside where he then went to chop them into small pieces for firewood. Satisfied and tired from his work he went back inside where he asked for a pint of Gimli's Finest (TM). Turning to Icefang he asked:
"How have you been? I remembered seeing you here once but the memory is vague. I hope you're here to stay."
Ice smiles at all the faces that are new to her, and glances about for familiar ones. Brushing a stray black hair behind her ear she looks at Fornac and grins saying, "I have indeed sang a song...I've long since forgotten what it was, but I did...prolly something to do with balloons..." her icy eyes momentarily rise to the ceiling, her mind occupied by thoughts of the past.
Taking the proffered drink from Eruheran she sips a bit and smiles, "Brew still just as good as I remember..."
Turning to Thorin as he returns, she replies, "I've been just lovely, thank you for asking. I do intend to stay awhile, as long as these folks here will have me."
Forgotten indeed! Well, let m e tell you something about you and your entire generation! Never in my life have I ever seen such a privileged group squander away all their time and energy on such pointless whimsies, like facebook, and dental hygiene. Who cares if you're teeth fall out? That's discrimination, that is. And we WILL NOT have any of that in this inn, do you understand? The rules haven't changed, and you're still not an exception!"
(Ar-edain takes a moment to recover from his prematurely-becoming-a-grumpy-old-man moment, which are increasing in intensity and frequency.)
Ar-edain returns from the kitchen, with some soot stains on his face and a very stained cooking apron. "There are too many new posts for me to figure out whether or not the feast has begun or not, but the venison is done. Unless the feast is soon, someone is going to have to cast some kind of preservation charm on the venison to prevent it from spoiling, and the spell better not add any sodium! Not after all the work I'm going through to change my diet."
Glancing up at the commotion from the kitchen, Ice's fanged grin once again spreads 'cross her face. "AR-EDAIN!!!!" She shrieks and leaps over the bar to wrap her friend in a hug. She halts about a foot from him and looks him up and down. "How've you been? And what by the nine have you been doing back there?" she adds.
Beginning to seem less pompous, he adds, " And how are you? Still half-wolf, or whatever it was... Lupine, Lupus, a little loopy?"
Please pardon any grammar mistakes that I made in this or any other post.
Well if the venison is done the who-beast should be ready too so lets get this feast going! Can everyone start moving the tables together? I'll get the plates!
Sian heads to the kitchen and takes plates from the cupboard and stacks them on the bar then puts a basket of cutlery by them. There's a salad with mushrooms and artichoke hearts in the fridge and bread ready to be sliced on the cutting board!
He returned to the main room, and threw the cloth over the tables. He stood back and admired his work, even though the tablecloth was too short by a foot at either end. He moved to the side to allow Sian to put down the plates.
She stands back and watches as the ranger prepares the large table. She nods to herself and dashes into the kitchen grabs up a large knife. Delicately slicing the fresh-baked bread, she grabs the lovely-smelling salad and balances the bowl on her head. Taking the cutting board of bread out to the main room, she adds to the feast-table and tips her head, the salad bowl sliding off and dropping into her ready hands.
Placing it on the table as well, Ice stands back and looks to Ar-edain, her icy eyes twinkling. She smiles once more, saying, "Need any help with that venison friend?"
'A call to dinner for...,' he paused, counting heads, 'Thorin, Sian, Eruheran, Icefangs, and Ar-Edain! Come and eat!'
The Ranger slung himself tiredly down onto one of the chairs and waited for the others to join him.
How about wine? I found a few bottles of Old Winyards in a closet, does anyone want to try it? I propose a toast to Grond and his fine Inn!
Everyone Remembers, A Sudden Storm Starts. Eruheran reaches for the Wine Glass, and begins to pour it into his Glass.
I Will try the New Wine! For Gr...
He begins to raise the glass and there was a sudden crash of lightning, the Emerald Grondy and a few tiles fell through the roof. The Emerald Grondy smacked the floor, a corner of it hit a table and spun off, whacking Eruheran in the Stomach. Eruheran collapsed, before a another tile from the roof slide down onto his leg, breaking it. Eruheran Gasped, losing consciousness.
Fornad leaped up with a curse. He'd heard the awful snap.
'Eruheran!' he said in shock. Then he ran to the injured man's side, and quickly lifted the heavy statue off Eruheran's leg.
'Someone get me something to dull the pain!' he shouted, rain pouring in from the hole in the roof. Fornad rolled up the cloth from Eruheran's hose, revealing the bent limb, and gritted his teeth in readiness of straightening it.
What a storm! The statue smashed our table of food as well and the cat will get our feast. Hold still, Cheesy, Fornac will have your leg tended quickly. Where is Thorin? We'll need his help and maybe he can forge a crutch. We can make a bed out of several benches to put Cheesy in until he can hobble.
Maybe I should've waited longer for the sedative to take effect, he thought.
'That's done, then,' he said out loud, then stepped back out of the circle of freezing rain, his back soaking. 'Will someone board up the roof or something? Grondmaster won't be happy if he comes back to find his inn in a flood!'
He then ran to a store cupboard to find a small length of wood and a cloth for a splint. Finding a ragged cloth after pushing years of old junk out of the way on a shelf, and going to the woodpile near the back of the inn for the wood, he knelt down beside Eruheran's leg, laid the wood along it and wrapped the cloth around it several times. He finished with a quick knot.
'I've mended my men enough times in the wild to know how it's done,' he said as he hoisted Eruheran by the shoulders out of the rain, and laying him down carefully near the fire.
Eruheran Slowly Revived, noticing he was next to the fire. The Statue of Grondy was still in one piece, with the corner that hit Eruheran shattered on the floor in a puddle of the Wine, surrounded by Glass Shards. Eruheran sat up, Wincing, his stomach in pain from the Emerald slab hitting him.
Than... *Winces* Ouch.... Thank you. I Have some Chásorian Wine in my Bag, please help yourselves... *Winces Again* for my Thanks.
'I'll gladly accept that offer, Eruheran,' he said, getting up and walking over to the injured man's bag. 'Is the sedative helping the pain?'
The wine that he pulled out of the bag was in an elegant earthenware jug, stoppered by a cork. He tugged the cork out, and took a smell.
'Ahhh...' he breathed, taking a clean glass from the bar and pouring the dark-red liquid out into it. Then he drank, savouring the wild, powerful flavour.
'I never knew that the Southrons made such good wine,' he remarked to Eruheran.
The Pain is dying slightly. When I am fully recovered, I shall order more Wine as a gift to this Inn, if you like it. For a Price.
'A gift for a price?' he replied. 'I haven't heard of that tradition before.'
He took another draught of wine and sat down in his chair, leaning back.
'Anyway, it'll take you a while to recover from that broken leg.' he said. 'Rest while you have an excuse to.'
Eruheran looked at the Bottle of wine, and begins to consider charging the Inn for his finest wine.
You can have a Months Worth for Free. If it is popular, I will choose how much it costs per week, and I want 25% of the Money you make for it. Or I shall use my growing Armies to the South to Attack this Village!
Eruheran slams his fist in anger on the table next to him, before wincing.
I'm glad your leg will mend, Cheesey. This will slow down your campaign, though. Anyway, since our dinner got wrecked is there something else you'd like me to whip up to eat? There's plenty of eggs in the kitchen, how about scrambled eggs and hash browns?
She smiled and moved to the stage. She did not bother with accompaniment, but her voice was clear and strong as she sang the song she had made up for the inn so long ago.
"My first is the last in back and in Took
And part of the difference twixt left and forsook.
My next is the first of both haddock and hook,
My third is but one ere the first that’s in book.
My fourth’s at the end, the last of them all,
The fifth is the third, for those that recall.
For the sixth and the seventh, the same letter call,
Starting dizzy and drunk, this one’s not hard at all!
For the eighth, here’s an answer, and not just a clue:
When you’re all by yourself, there’s no one but you.
Next is a letter that helps cows go moo
Though they don’t meow or mumble, you’ll find it there, too!
I am the tenth letter, don’t look for me
I can’t be seen, for an I’s how you see.
My eleventh is neither in foul nor in free,
Gollum uses this one a lot, you’ll agree.
My twelfth is its own self divided by six,
My thirteenth the tenth one thrown into the mix.
My last are both second when you’re 'in a fix'
And at the 'n'd of where I get my kicks.
When you solve this riddle, you’ll have in your hand
The name of the inn that will never be bland.
So if you walk alone or roam in a band
Make your way to this tavern, the best in the land!"
(I see a couple familiar usernames in the last few pages, but I figured I was better off introducing myself a second time, since my original introduction was, I think, five real life years ago, and I haven't been on P-T in any serious capacity for at least two.)
Fornad clapped in appreciation.
'That was an interesting song!' he said. 'Have I got it right that the lines spell out the Khazad-dumish Inn?'
Eva smiles. "Yes, that's right. Though I think the end gives it away- definitely the best in the land, right?" She steps off the stage. "I am Eva Lilith. I do not recall you from among the inn's patrons when I was here last... What is your name?" She glances up at the ceiling. "And do you know what's been going on? The inn looks a bit worse for the wear..."
"Did I miss the party...?" she asks quietly to herself as she stumbles down the stairs. The wounded cheesey one sits by the fire. Without realizing it, she has followed the scent of the wine."Lovely wine..." she murmurs, then turns to Eva Lilith. "I am Icefangs, Icey or Ice, if you like," she says to the woman. "Your song was lovely dear," she adds with a pained smile. "It seems as this is the time when old faces will reappear here..." she whispers softly, almost wistfully, as if she hopes a certain someone will return...
"Anyway, 'tis a pleasure to meet you!" Ice continues.
Lilith... I saw your name when I flicked through the pages before I joined this thread... the same time I saw teh Icey one. *Winces* Take some of my wine, as a gift...
Eruheran picks up his glass of wine, which is now half empty, and slid it down the table for Eva.
*= A New dude, He was a Nazgul, His ring got broken by Ar-Edain, then he revealed in a dramatic fashion he owned a small kingdom in the North of Harad, so he set out to reclaim it. Some time Later he returned from his quest, and built a statue of Grondy. Then there was a storm, the statue fell down, hit a table, a corner hit and injured him and then he told Fornac to get his wine. Or did you read of that when you were catching up?
Eva glances over at Eruheran and her eyes widen further. "Goodness, what has been going on here? Is everyone wounded?"
"That was a nice song! But I seem to remember having seen you here before," He said scratching his head. "Or maybe it's the ale?"