Thread: The Khazad-dumish Inn.. Please watch your head coming through the door.
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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.
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."
"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."
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.
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.
"...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.
She looked down at Ice. "Are both of you all right? Your head looks better, at least."
"So, Selen, want a drink?" Eruheran asked, pouring some wine.
My Journal entries aint posting :S
'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.
"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'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.
He turned to look at Eruheran, sitting shadily at a table.
'And where did you get that staff?' he added.
I made the staff a few posts ago, to be a temporary walking stick.
'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.
Her attention turned to Selen again. "Has she eaten?" she asked Icey. "I think I saw some dried fish in the kitchen..."
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.
"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.
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?
"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
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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."
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.
"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?
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.
"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.
A small flame lit on the end of his index finger bone.
"Me name is Ebrond." He muttered.
"Preper to die!" He shouted, and the dragun began to circle the building.
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.
"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.
"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.
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.
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.
"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.
YOU'RE AN ELF, said Death, SO YOU'RE GIVEN THE CHOICE OF REBIRTH OR PASSING ON BY MANDOS WHEN YOU REACH HIM.
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.