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To Aswyn and/or Eruheran: Please close your italics tags before the end of your posts, or else all the posts below become italic too. I've finished them for you, but in future please remember to!
I already know that, so blame the elf.

Eruheran ran down from his room and back to the cellar, where Ashwyn had seemed to spend the night.
"Ashwyn, you coming?" Eruheran muttered, and they headed for the inn.
Ashwyn had actually been staying in a room in the inn but had woken up early and gone down into the cellars to make sure no spiders remained. Hearing Eruheran call she glanced up "Yes of course I'm coming!.......wait, where am I coming to?" she asked curiously.
Eva had also woken early. She had finished cleaning up the glass and ceramic the previous night, but had quickly realized she wouldn't be able to move the table on her own. She had gone to bed so that she could beat the mess-makers to the kitchen.

She was currently keeping some tea warm and had just removed the first batch of scones from the oven and set them on a tray on the bar. "Wherever you're going, you should eat first!" she called after Eruheran. "If you want cream in your tea, you'll have to see to your cow, though. It didn't seem interested in letting me get close."
Ashwyn heard Eva call and realized she hadn't had anything to eat or drink since two days ago unless you counted the wine. And so she sped on past Eruheran to the inn to get a bite to eat.
"Ashwyn, do you want something to eat?"

"We have newly baked Spicy Hot Balrog Wings, Deep Fried Watcher Rings, and Bar-B-Qued Warg Ribs. For drinking you can have Gimli's Finest™ Ale, the best drink in these parts by a long way."
"And scones and tea, if you would like more, um... 'breakfasty' fare," Eva added, somewhat puzzled as to when Thorin had baked the Balrog Wings. Perhaps he's been using the fireplace. She was glad that at least there seemed to be a solid stock of the inn's signature dishes, since even in her previous days, she had only made more standard dishes or, at most, warmed the wings or ribs to serve. The recipes or sources for the Balrog Wings, Watcher Rings, and Warg Ribs had been kept secret.
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To Aswyn and/or Eruheran: Please close your italics tags before the end of your posts, or else all the posts below become italic too. I've finished them for you, but in future please remember to!


I've edited the post, and... umm.. yeah, what he said. Ha Ha Ha Smilie
If not for work and school, there would be FAR FEWER gaps in my post..and Ice wouldnt be so DAFT

Ice has been lounging outside, stretched out on one of the topmost branches of a very tall tree. She can hear the ruckus in the inn, but doesn't have the strength to do much about it. The fights have gone down, and arguing quieted, and her head has finally healed.

She flips around hangs from her knees from the tree branch. Clutching a pendant she wears to her chest, she closes her icy eyes and waits, thinking only about her beloved pet.

To her sensitive ears comes a sound; a long, drawn out mewling. No pain is shown there, just solitude; loneliness.

"SELEN" Ice screams aloud and in her mind. She slides off the tree branch and plummets to the ground, howling the entire way. At the last possible instant, the very moment her face would hit the ground, a large, white-and-blue shape streaks beneath her. She lands in the soft fur, tears running down her face, while the giant cat nuzzles her and purrs.

She knows Eva has been worried about her, and decides that the woman would probably want to see her kitty too; its been awhile. She slides off the cats belly and goes to stand; Selen decides she does not want her master to stand just yet and pounces on her. The two wrestle for about an hour, and finally Ice gets away and sprints towards the inn, knowing the cat will follow.

She reaches front door, slams open and grins massively at everyone inside. "I have a SUUURPRIIIISE for you all!" she yells and is immediately tackled by the giant cat. While pinned underneath it, Ice manages to say, "Meet my kitty, Selen!" and is then nuzzled into the floor by the cat's large head.
Eruheran sprinted out of the caves, and heard someone say;
"...Gimli's Finest™ Ale, the best drink in these parts by a long way."
Eruheran whipped out his scimitar, threw his cloak off and pointed it towards the voice, Thorin.
"It was, Until Arthion delivered my Chásorian Wine." Eruheran replied.
"And don't think I've forgotten, because I just remembered. Pay up if you want more. I Secretly signed a contract allowing all of the inns profit from the ale to go to me." Eruheran added, counting up the donation hat he left on the bar. The Mithrill equivalent of £230.99, enough for one large cartload.

The door burst open, Icefangs. She screamed inaudibly, before a cat knocked her down.
"Oi! Beasty! Get off the Icey One!" Eruheran roared, whipping out a stolen Uruk-Hai crossbow, and aimed for the cat.
"I will count to ten! One... Two... Three..." Eruheran began.
Eva had gone back into the kitchen, but ran back out when she heard Eruheran shout about Icey. "Oh, it's Selen!" She ran over to the large cat, scritching behind its ears. "Don't shoot it! It's Ice's cat, and it's just playing with her. It can't help its size, can you, kitty?"

She looked down at Ice. "Are both of you all right? Your head looks better, at least."
"Pet?!" Eruheran shouted. Lowering his bow, before rugby tackling the cat then wrestling it.
"So, Selen, want a drink?" Eruheran asked, pouring some wine.



My Journal entries aint posting :S
Ashwyn grinned at the ruckus and walked over to Selen, "Hello kitty!" she said grinning and stroking it's fur. Ashwyn loved cats. Turning now to Eva and Thorin she said "Could I have the Balrog wings AND scones?"
There was the sound of creaking wood, and Fornad came down the stairs and into the bar.
'Did I miss...' he began, then saw Eruheran wrestling with what appeared to be a blue and white tiger, and Icefangs standing casually nearby. 'Eruheran!' he shouted, leaping down from the last step and dodging in between tables to come to his friend's aid. 'Ice! Do something!'
He pushed the tiger off the Chasorian, helped his friend up and drew his longsword, ready for a fight.

OOC: I know the cat is good, but Fornad doesn't. Big Smile Smilie
Eruheran rolled away from Selen, and stood up while sliding out his scimitar, pointing at Fornac.
"Leave Selen!" Eruheran muttered, stroking Selen. Selen purred and pulled a cute face, before lying down.

Fornad apologised, sheathing his sword, then cautiously leant down to stroke the cat. It purred contentedly. He then looked up to see a newcomer, an fair elf lady. He quickly stood up and greeted her. 'It is rare to see such beauty in these days,' he said. 'What are you named?'

"I am going to train in the Cellars!" announced Eruheran, sliding his scimitar into the scabbard and patting Selen, before running off.
Before the elf could answer, Fornad turned and called to Eruheran.
'I'm going to be leaving soon!' he called to him. 'After I've eaten!'
He then went into the kitchen, finding a pot full of oats and some milk in the ice-cooler in the corner. Finding a saucepan in a low cupboard, he lifted it onto the stove and turned on the heat. To finish his quick recipe, he threw the oats and poured the milk in, with a glassful of water added as an afterthought.
'Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old...' he sung to himself as he stirred it.
After a few minutes it was done, and he poured it into a bowl and took it through to the bar with a spoon. He sat near the bar, and began to eat.
The Cellar door swung open, Arthion and 4 Men with large boxes pulled in. They dumped a box in each corner, then opened them, attaching wifi speakers to the walls then heading back to the cellar. Minutes later, Eruheran strolled in, throwing his cloak on his table which he throws his cloak at, threw the Staff of Surivan down next to it and sat at the table, ignoring the fact he was being stared at suspiciously.
'What have your men attached to the walls?' asked Fornad, finishing his porridge and going over to one. 'They look magical. Are they dangerous?'
He turned to look at Eruheran, sitting shadily at a table.
'And where did you get that staff?' he added.
"The Staff of Surivan? I Carved the Dragon out of the Emerald Shard and a Ruby, and attached it to the log I used as a temporary walking stick." Eruheran explained, "My men have attached something...? Nothing supiscious. I will go and... milk my cow!" Eruheran explained, walking out, 'Accidentally' dropping a small remote control with one big red button in the middle marked 'PRESS ME!' in the empty area where the table used to be.


I made the staff a few posts ago, to be a temporary walking stick.
Fornad smiled, wondering what the Chasorian was doing, then slung his bag onto his cloaked back and walked across the room and out of the Inn. Seeing Eruheran edging cautiously into the stables, he went over to him.
'I'm leaving the Inn,' he said to him, untying his horse. 'I'll be back in a few weeks or months, depends. Rivendell is my destination.' He led his horse out of the stables and on to the narrow road outside the Inn, then put his foot in a stirrup and mounted.
'Oh,' he said, remembering. 'Almost forgot.' He took out a few coins and tossed them to the Chasorian. 'Give those to Thorin! He'll pass them on to Grondmaster when he returns.'
With a final nod to Eruheran, he turned his horse and set off eastward towards Rivendell.
"Bye Fornac!" Eruheran shouted, walking back to the inn, pocketing a quarter of the money and then passing the rest to Thorin, before running to the cellars.
Eva raised her eyebrows but declined comment on the strange new devices, though she really didn't feel that the inn needed additions when there were still repairs to be done. "Yes, Ashwyn, if you have the means to pay for them- which I imagine you do, since the inn's food is fairly cheap. I'd give you the scone for free, but I did use the inn's supplies to make them, so..." She shrugged. "It's mostly going to have to go on a tab, anyway, until Grondy gets back..."

Her attention turned to Selen again. "Has she eaten?" she asked Icey. "I think I saw some dried fish in the kitchen..."
Eruheran snook into the cellars, picking up the remote control he had dropped before vanishing. Seconds later the Badger song began to play over the 4 Loudspeakers, at maximum volume, on a infinite loop until someone could break the machine that made it work. Eruheran burst into the inn with Arthion, laughing. Even though the inn wasn't fully repaired, he had decided to waste his money on a rubbish joke. And with every repetition, the Badger song got Louder.
Ice's put her hood on and held her ears closed, while Selen began to growl in anger at the loud noise. She managed to hear Eva's question and nodded to her, yelling, "YES! SELEN WOULD LIKE SOMETHING TO EAT!" Ice glanced around the room, her too-sensitive ears picking up that the horrible, though catchy, tune was coming through the boxes on the walls. Stumbling her way towards them, Ice found herself singing along under her breath, "badger badger badger badger-".


Selen followed Eva into the kitchen and plopped onto the floor. The large glanced around and smiled. The song was quieter here, and here was where all the foodstuffs was kept. She remembered there a smaller cat here once...a little one named Claw...but she could sense no sign of it. Instead of tearing the kitchen apart for food, Selen just sat and waited on Eva, who was her friend, and who she had missed.
Eruheran and Arthion ran back into the cellars, heading down the long tunnel until they got to the 5th room, the Inns control room. Arthion and 4 of his men had snook in through the secret exit, and had been preparing the Badger Bomb for the last few days. They had magically connected it to a control panel in this room, which would get louder every second time, unless the right code was entered.
"Arthion, you forgot to wire up the kitchen!" Eruheran shouted, as the song was echoing down the corridors, and could be heard in Moria. Arthion groaned, opening a second door in the control room. It led to another short tunnel, which ended up in the kitchen cellar. 2 of Arthion's men quickly set up a new loudspeaker, and drilled 5 small patches of 20 small holes in each corner and the center, allowing the sound to enter the kitchen.
"Arthion, go through the tunnels, hide in Moria, let the Raiders look after you." Eruheran muttered, as they walked through. Within Hours, Arthion and his 4 men had left for Moria, and Eruheran had signalled for the rest of his men to join them.
I adapted this character because I want to keep a presence in the Inn (Fornad's off on other adventures), and also wanted to make a tribute to my favourite character from Terry Pratchett's Discworld novels, a hilarious must-read for any fantasy lover.

A sudden cold, fell wind blew through the Khazad-dumish Inn, even though no window was open nor door ajar. A blue-silver, paper thin blade appeared through the door, quickly followed by its rest and the long, curved handle of a scythe.
Then its owner walked through the door, leaving no mark.
Black-cloaked and hooded it was, appearing almost like a Ringwraith at first. But as it moved its long scythe to one side, revealing a white-handled sword belted in an ornate scabbard, the light from the candles revealed a gleaming skull and two bright blue lights shining deep from within its eyesockets. A skeleton in black robes. It waved a hand made of bones briefly, and every wire in the building fizzled, sparked and broke, ending the incessant repetition of 'Badger, badger, badger, badger...'.
COWER, BRIEF MORTALS, FOR I HAVE COME, said Death, in low tones of lead falling upon rock, FOR A DRINK. I TRUST THIS ESTABLISHMENT CAN PROVIDE ONE?
A annoyed Eruheran barges back into the main room of the inn, staring at Death.
"For Gods Sake Jeff!" Eruheran shouted, having mis-heard Death's name. He whips out his scimitar, the engraving of 'Gil-Galad FTW!' glowed in the light. He swung his sword at 'Jeff' but it shattered on Impact, and Eruheran was throw backwards, smashing through a window, fully ignoring everything Isaac Newton said* and lay dying on the grass outside, holding the hilt of his sword.


*Every Action has a opposite and equal reaction
Eva was unimpressed. "Not all of us are mortals," she pointed out, raising her voice to be heard over the music. "I believe Thorin has taken up the role of barkeep, so you'll have to speak to him!" She retreated to the kitchen, covering her sensitive ears. She scowled heavily as she noted the strange boxes in there as well. No one messes with this kitchen. She knelt next to Selen, speaking into the cat's ear. "Even regular-sized kitties can make a mess of this sort of magic," she said. "I've seen it before. I think there's some catnip amongst the herbs and teas for you, kitty, if you end this awful noise."

OOC: Foolish Eruheran, leaving expensive electronics next to a giant cat. Also, because I was already typing before your newest post showed up, we'll say Eva went into the kitchen before Eruheran caused himself massive bodily harm. She may be annoyed by him, but she's not heartless.
Jeff just somehow caused my thingy to break anyway, so he pwned you. (and me Elf Sticking Tounge Out Smilie )

Now just run outside in a dramatic fashion, I will kill myself off and introduce my new dude.

@ Fornac: Why did you have to make a new dude just before I did, I was planning to replace Eruheran with this dude after I shoved him in that story/journal entry I have been failing to post.
No, I am dying, I just tried to kill death, which is a paradox so all your energy from you brain flew into me, and because your brain is a black hole because your death I get my life sucked out of me in a dramatic fashion. It was either that or I do a stupid messed up way of introducing my son!

Eruheran climbed over the window, his life fading, and pulled off his crown and his necklace, placing them on top of his cloak.
"Strike at a Normal Man, You shall live, but try to handshake that guy!..." Eruheran began, before he slowly began to die,

The Inn door Barged open, and Eruheran's son, Morohtar, ran to Eruheran's side.
"Master!" Morohtar exclaimed, as Eruheran sat up, picking up the crown, and placing it on Morohtar's head.
"You are my heir, just don't get a celebratory hug from him..." Eruheran muttered, before he slipped backwards. Morohtar gasped, his father had died. He pulled up the Staff of Surivan, and pulled his fathers cloak on, before pulling out some of the Wine he had brought with it and passing it to Thorin.
"Here's this weeks lot, pay up." Morohtar muttered, before heading for the cellars to get a stretcher.
"We shall mourn tomorrow." Morohtar said as he returned, pulling Eruheran onto the stretcher, placing the shards of his scimitar on top.
"Quel esta, Aaye" Morohtar muttered, laying his fathers cloak over Eruheran, placing him on the center table.

"I am Morohtar, Son of Eruheran, and Prince of Chásor. I was popping down to see my father when I saw a powerful blast smash him through the window." Morohtar explained, collapsing on a chair next to his father.

Death turned his skull to the young Chasorian.
I CAN IMAGINE CONDOLENCES WOULD BE HABITUAL, he said, BUT I'M NOT REALLY THE SORT TO GIVE THEM.
He swung his scythe around in the air a few times, vanished out of the normal plane of sight, and sliced it into Eruheran's body; leaving no mark, but lifting the blue form of his soul out, as light as a feather. Eruheran's ghost sat up, looking around.
Everything surrounding them had become dark and blurry.
I DON'T THINK ANYONE HAS EVER TRIED TO DO THAT BEFORE, he said conversationally to the blue form. THREATEN ME, SHOUT AT ME, BUT NEVER ACTUAL ATTEMPTED MURDER. I SUPPOSE THAT'S WHAT IT RESULTS IN, THEN.

Eruheran, write as your soul in your next post, then Death will wrap up the rest. You can post as his son after that.
The Spirit of Eruheran saw his son, but blurred, he was in the alternate perception of reality. He knew this from his time as a Nazgúl, and he was surprised that Death could see both realities. He circled his son, channelling his thoughts into his sons mind.
"Morohtar, Let Arthion will take the throne for the next 4 years, you are not ready. I will deal with Jeff." Eruheran thought, before confronting Death.
"Jeff, Who are you! Please leave us! Elf and Warg may walk together, but Death and Life do not use the same inn!" Eruheran screamed, pulling out his Scimitar, remade for the After-Life, before swinging again.

Edited to be more dramatic and stuff, my last words were "Morohtar, wait 4 years till you are 26, then be king."
The blue lights in the sockets of Death's skull flared red for a moment, and the scimitar shattered.
I AM DEATH, he said. THE ULTIMATE REALITY. THE GRAVE OF ALL HOPE. I HAVE USHERED SOULS INTO THE NEXT WORLD SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME, AND I WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO.
Eruheran's soul faded, condensed into a brilliant point of light, which hovered for a moment in midair before disappearing into Death's outstretched hand.
THE HALLS OF MANDOS AWAIT HIM, said Death to himself, before reverting back into the visible and physical plane.
IT IS DONE, he told everyone. HIS SOUL HAS PASSED ON.
Morohtar glared at Death in anger, before kneeling next to the stretcher.
"Who do you think you are, Jeff? Throwing my Father through a window before claiming to know that he has reached the Halls of Mandos?" Morohtar muttered, reassembling his fathers blade inside a small wooden box, before placing it next to Eruheran.

If Death will 'ushers souls to their graves' until the end of time, who will usher death to his own at the end of time?
MY NAME, said Death, IS NOT JEFF. I AM DEATH. BRINGER OF THE END. HERALD OF DOOM. THE EPILOGUE OF THE FINAL BREATH. DO NOT TRIFLE WITH ME.
He looked over to the dwarf, Thorin, at the bar.
I ASKED FOR A DRINK, DID I NOT? Then he saw the sign over the bar. A SONG? I HAVE NEVER SUNG BEFORE, AND I DON'T INTEND TO START NOW. A COLD BEER, IF YOU PLEASE.
Morohtar woke up, lying next to the table.
"Will someone help me carry this stretcher outside to the Cellars, there is a cart in there used by my Fathers men, and get him to Khazad-Dum, and my men shall deal with him from there." Morohtar muttered, taking one side of the stretcher.
IS YOUR PEOPLE'S TRADITION TO BURY OR CREMATE? asked Death. BECAUSE I CAN HELP WITH CREMATION.
A small flame lit on the end of his index finger bone.
There was a sudden roar from outside. The Custemers in the Inn charged out, seeing what it was. A Dragun! It landed on the patch on the roof, and a cloaked figure ran down the wings, pulling his cloak off.
"Me name is Ebrond." He muttered.
"Preper to die!" He shouted, and the dragun began to circle the building.
Death sighed, a rattling sound, stood up and drew his white-handled sword, diamonds studding the crossguard. He walked outside, blue eyepoints flashing as he saw the circling dragon and the elf on the roof.
DO YOU WISH TO PARLEY? he asked in tones of cement and lead. BECAUSE YOU DO NOT HAVE MUCH CHOICE. NO ONE HAS EVER DEFEATED ME... AND IT WOULD BE POINTLESS TO TRY.
He kept the sword rock steady at his side, blue flames beginning to lick up the blade.
"We were going to cremate him and bury the ashes, and plant a Emerald Oak on his grave." Morohtar muttered gloomily, before there was a shriek outside. He Sprant out, pulling out his own scimitar, a duplicate of his fathers. However; the only difference was that it was engraved with 'Aragorn is Smelly', which was recommended by his father. He threw his cloak off, revealing his dark green chain-mail armour, and picked up the Staff of Surivan, running out. He saw a dragon on the roof, and an elf was stood next to it, on the platform Eruheran had made for the statue.
"Prepare to Die!" Shouted the Elf, and the Dragon began to circle the building. Morohtar ran back inside, running to the attic. He jumped up, grabbing one of the wooden poles holding the house up, and pulled himself up onto it. He smashed his hand through the ceiling, grabbing some of the plumbing, and climbing up through it. 10 Seconds of using the Plumbing as monkey bars and ladders before swinging and throwing himself through the roof, sliding out and landing next to Ebrond.
"Who are you!" He shouted, swinging the Staff of Surivan into Ebrond's stomach, throwing him off the roof and into the Inn's pond. He then faced the dragon, and hoped that Death would come and help him.
Ebrond grinned, swimming out of the pond.
"No one has ever defeeted you. Do you want to keep that record? Then Run!" Ebrond shouted, throwing his cloak off and charging at Death. He swung his sword, but it explodid in a blue swirl of gas on Deaths head. He was throw backwurds, and smashed against a tree.
2 Posts, then Ebrond is dead. Thats how Eruheran died. Calm down and explain how you survived...

Morohtar saw Ebrond fly against a tree, realising that Death had Killed his father.
"You!" Morohtar roared, pulling out a cross bow. He then realised that all of deaths victims had been killed by full contact with death. An Arrow would keep him save. Then he realised he had one arrow, the Dragon or Death.
Death pulled off his hood and looked at Ebrond, then pulled out a large hourglass, made of dark birchwood and with silvery sand running down inside. Hardly any was left.
YOU ARE SOON TO DIE, ELF, he said to the dazed Ebrond in a flat tone. THOUGH NOT FROM WHAT HAS JUST TAKEN PLACE...
He turned his skull to Morohtar, seeing with slight surprise that he was aiming a crossbow at him and shouting indiscrimate things about killing his father.
YOUR FATHER ATTACKED ME, he said, his voice penetrating Morohtar's mind. I DO NOT KILL. PEOPLE ARE KILLED. I REAP THEIR SOULS, AND YOUR FATHER WAS FOOLISH ENOUGH TO TRY TO USE FORCE UPON ME. THAT WAS HIS FATE.
Death put his hood back up, the glowing blue points in his eyes the only things visible.
Ebrond groaned, and saw Morothar look between Death and his Dragun, and stumbled towards Death to stab him with his knives, and stood up. There was a sudden piercing pain in his stomach, and he was knocked off his feet, falling face first into the pond. Morothar had used his arrow on Ebrond, which had killed him within seconds.
Fornac; Epic Post Change!

"You are Forgiven." Morohtar said, accepting the explanation, firing at Ebrond. Arthion had mentioned an Elf trying to close the inn, and realised that it was Ebrond. He saw the dragon, and charged at it, jumping onto the top of the chimney, and leaping over the dragons head. He rolled as he hit the dragons body, and slammed his scimitar through the dragon. The Dragon collapsed mid-air, and fell to the ground. Morohtar grinned, chopping the head off the dragon.
IS IT JUST MY PRESENCE, OR WHAT? Death asked himself as he looked at the second victim of murder that the Khazad-dumish Inn had witnessed that day. He swung his scythe through Ebrond's body in a movement he had made thousands of times before, Ebrond's bright elvish soul rising out and hovering in front of him.
YOU'RE AN ELF, said Death, SO YOU'RE GIVEN THE CHOICE OF REBIRTH OR PASSING ON BY MANDOS WHEN YOU REACH HIM.
"Rebirth, to the leaders of Mirkwood." His soul replied, before watching his dragun die.
MIRKWOOD IS NICE, said Death. DARK. After a few moments, he added: WELL, I SUPPOSE YOU'D BETTER COME ALONG, THEN. HOPE YOUR MEETING WITH MANDOS GOES WELL.
Ebrond's soul swirled, fracting into a million colours, and then flowed down into Death's hand.
ELVES ALWAYS MAKE FOR A GOOD LIGHT SHOW, he said to himself, before coming out of the blurry, half-world between life and death and back to the roaring cheers of Morohtar and the crowd as he stood on the body of the dragon.
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