The Khazad-dumish Inn.. Please watch your head coming through the door.

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rhapsody
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Post#891 » Fri Dec 31, 2004 6:24 pm

This weary ranger accepts the tankard of Ale. Does this mean I have to sing as well?

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Post#892 » Fri Dec 31, 2004 7:10 pm

Laurel came out of her quarters with a large trunk.
"Sir, if I may, can I pour some of my Grandmother's Bubbly Liquor in celebration of the new year comin'? I got about twelve bottles...had a lot more, mind you, but when you are sitting quietly alone in your room, it gets mighty easy to crack one o' these babies open!"
She began to uncork the bottles and serve glasses of the bubbly to the patrons about. She even brought out Gimli's best glasses, kept in the old storeroom, made of blue leaded glass and embossed with silver.
"I'd like to propose a cheer!" Laurel said as she whisked about, pouring glasses.
"To Health, Wealth, and the finest Inn in Middle-Earth!!!!"

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Post#893 » Fri Dec 31, 2004 7:30 pm

oi this is an rpg!!! Better post something good then to keep an honourable name... got a reputation to keep you see!

The ranger arose from the chair and cast down her hood; her blond hair was revealed and shone brightly in the lamplight. She lifted her tankard and spoke:

Gather around all you fine lords and ladies
The children are sleeping and so are the babies
The evening’s just started, the night will be long
So fill up your mug with some wine and a song!

Come lift up your tankards, and raise up your glasses
And drink all ye Dunedain laddies and lasses!
The barrel’s not empty there’s more to wassail,
A toast will keep Eriador hearty and hale!

On cold winter nights when the wind blusters angry,
We’ll mull up some wine and we’ll spike it with brandy.
We’ll sit round the fireplace and tell some tall tales,
“No Sh… there I was” will be heard without fail!

So come lift up your tankards….

At great summer gatherings where mead flows like water,
we’ll send out a cheer and we’ll follow with laughter
And drink what we can for what else can we do
With Barliman's most remarkable brew!

So come lift up your tankards….

We come from a Kingdom that’s far north and frozen
Watch out for the snow ants, you’d best keep your toes in
Crack open a bottle of Butterbur's finest Ale oh so brown!
For this Dunedain ranger has come to town!

Come lift up your tankards….

Let’s drink to our fighters, those brave men and women,
To our fine dapper fencers, they’ll not be forgotten
We’ll drink to each other, we’ll drink to our land,
Our glorious Kingdom of Arnor, it’s ours to defend!

So come lift up your tankards….

With pride and with reverence for our Chieftain and his elven Lady
Of the line of the North we will drink and we’ll sing of this fine milady
Now toast one and all to our chiefs, drink down!
Then raise it again for Eru and his Valar of great renown!

And we’ll lift up our tankards and raise up our glasses
And drink to our Dunadan laddies and lasses!
The barrel’s not empty there’s more to wassail,
A toast will keep this bard and Eriador hearty and hale!

A free interpretation of Ealdormere Drinking Song, presented by you by the scribe of Eriador who still anxiously awaits the final result of the writing competition..

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Post#894 » Sun Jan 02, 2005 1:57 pm

Ar-37 walks through the door and sees himself sitting at the bar. "DAH!" ar-37 draws his sword and pounces on the other him. Cutting the head off the imposter he yells triumphantly "NOW EVERYONE WILLTHINK IM THE REAL AR-37!" The other him turned out to be a pinyahtah, he laughed nervously and asked grondy to pour him a beer. "Just bring out the barrel!" He added to grondy who was heading down to the cellar for a fresh barrel anyway.

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Post#895 » Sun Jan 02, 2005 5:01 pm

Grondy grumbles to himself, 'Dagnabit, now I've got all those pieces of candy and tiny toys to sweep up and a new pinnyata to hang for the kids to bash down come Epiphany next Thursday. Maybe I'll use that one made in the likeness of Halo_Black, or better yet Virumor." He retrieves the new keg of Ale and bounces back upstairs with it. :elfbiggrin:
'Share and enjoy'

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Post#896 » Wed Jan 12, 2005 5:07 pm

Here's another plate of Spicey Balrog Wings and a bowl of Pickled Orc Knuckles. Anyone require their tankards refilled?
'Share and enjoy'

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Post#897 » Wed Jan 12, 2005 5:33 pm

Eruwen walked into the Inn, desperately searching for something to warm her bones. She had never set foot in this Inn before. "Excuse me, sir? Do you have warm, mulled wine? If so, I would love a glass to dissolve this chill." She softened her lips into a slight smile, hoping to encourage kindness to her warrior-like appearance. She was weary.

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Post#898 » Thu Jan 13, 2005 6:02 pm

"Never too late My Ladyships; however, before we can offer you any libation, you must act upon Gimli's Rule posted at the beginning of this thread. Though you're both welcome to sit by the fire and warm yourselves or order some food while preparing for your performances.

In case you are having any difficulty determining what your presentations might be, feel free to browse the contributions of our other customers." :happyelf:
'Share and enjoy'

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Post#899 » Thu Jan 13, 2005 7:38 pm

Laurel scurried over to the new patrons. "Welcome to the finest inn around! Don't mind Grondmaster, he's mighty fussy 'bout those old rules. Why, the last poor soul who didn't mind 'em and sing wound up followin' Amarie's travelling menagerie around, cleanin' up after the various creatures she keeps...sordid job, that. Anyhow, here's these...they'll do to warm ya until stronger stuff is afforded you." She slyly passed some Spicy Orc Knuckles to the new guests, then wandered off to see why everyone was so quiet.

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Post#900 » Fri Jan 14, 2005 3:35 pm

Eruwen was a bit taken aback. "Sing?" She glanced around her at the patrons of the Inn. Sticking out her bottom lip, she blew the wisps of sun-kissed hair out of her face. "Well, I suppose I can give it a try. I'm really not much of a singer, but I am one who understands that rules are rules." She searched her brain for songs from her childhood or songs she heard from the trees, but nothing came to mind. She finally decided that making something up on the spot was the best she could do. "I don't really know anything light and happy," she said before beginning her tale in a soft, unsure voice:

As she walked to the ocean's edge,
gritting the sand in her teeth,
she asked Fate where to go,
and was torn from the shore like a leaf.

She clutched her few belongings,
and challenged the spirited sea.
She set sail on the first ship out,
believing it to be destiny.

The sea air filled her nostrils.
The salt water coated her lips.
The sun shone on her face.
Her soul was lulled by the rolling ship.

As the stars started to shine,
she realized the sea was too calm.
Then thick clouds darkened the sky,
and all was not well for long.

Terror was in the eye of every man.
The air was still, the waiting hard.
Then the thundering anger of the sky
tore the weary heavens apart.

The wind whirled and toiled.
The water tossed and brewed.
The sails were torn and broken.
The ship was ripped in two.

The wood splintered around her.
She clung on to what remained.
The waves pulled at her body.
She dug her hands into the grain.

Once all was calm again,
and the wind blew away the threat,
attempting to regain her wits,
she lifted her head from the battered deck.

She looked about and began to drown
in the presence of myriad stars.
Her head spinning, she closed her eyes,
and cried out to Fate from afar.

She glanced back toward the sky.
Through her tears, she saw a faint glow.
A light appeared from the heavens.
It beckoned to her to follow.

Her heart finally felt settled.
No more wandering alone.
She had a guide for which to search,
he embodied half of her soul.

Eruwen quickly sat down at the table nearest to her. "Now may I have warm drink, sir?" She hung her head in embarrassment with thoughts of lost love on her mind.

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