"No haunting ghosts that I know of; though ages ago we had some, but I expect they have settled down and started raising families by now. Still some of their young'uns could be acting up or maybe a new one moved in. I don't remember hearing of anyone dying here as of late; though we do try to hush it up when it happens, on account of it being bad fer bussines and all."
"Say there young lady," he says as he approaches Finaille, "I can fetch yer water, or somethin stronger after you comply with Gimli's sign posted up there over the bar, (at the beginning of this thread) and the first one will be on the house, that is, in exchange for your performance."
Thread: The Khazad-dumish Inn.. Please watch your head coming through the door.
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Finaille gives Grondy a funny look.
"Look mister, I had to perform once already (see page 104) and I'm not going to perform again... unless I have to only to get better drinks. I'm looking for a job, and I believe Eva lileth said you were the guy I was looking for."
"Look mister, I had to perform once already (see page 104) and I'm not going to perform again... unless I have to only to get better drinks. I'm looking for a job, and I believe Eva lileth said you were the guy I was looking for."
Lightfoot opened an eye slightly after a while and felt what seemed a lead weight on her back. She winced and stood quickly, looking down at the dwarf. She rolled her eyes and sat down, even though she was annoyed at being called an elf in the dialouge.
"Sorry for the loss of your seat, Miss, but I don't like people sitting on my back, especially strangers."
She sat down again, drawing her pipe out.
"Sorry for the loss of your seat, Miss, but I don't like people sitting on my back, especially strangers."
She sat down again, drawing her pipe out.
"AAARGH!!! THE PILLOW MOVED!!!!" said the drunk dwarf. "I'M NOT A STRANGER!!!! I'm not strang.e i"m a weirder. I'm weird. AND DRUNK!!!! BEER !BEER!!! BEER!!!"
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No haunting ghosts that I know of;
We can't have that!!! We need some ghosts!!! They're fun!!!!No haunting ghosts that I know of;
Eva emerges sleepily from her room. "Sorry Grondy, Laurel, I thought I would catch a catnap since Laurel was supposed to handle things for a while, and I slept a little longer than I thought I would, but I'm back now. What is that noise in the dumbwaiter shaft? Did one of Amarie's critters get stuck down there?"
"I don't know, Eva...strange sounds wailing from outta there, though. Have a listen if you will. I'm so sorry I didn't do my duties, I too, erm, uh, overslept..." Laurel coughed loudly. "I'm going to go make some beer-battered Anduin Trout with nice chips and Westemnet Dill Sauce, and maybe a side of Ithilien Greens tossed with Garlic-Athelas dressing. Want to help? Also, someone named Finaille was looking for you asking about a job. I'm fine with having her on if you are-this place has been getting very busy of late..." Laurel got to work making the feast as she rambled on to Eva.
"STRANGE SOUNDS!!" yelled the dwarf, who was VERY superstitious. (On this thread, anyway) "IT'S A GHOST!!!! AAARGH!!" And she started running around in quite a state. She even forgot about beer for a moment.
Amari’ returns form her trip to the little elven ladies room, the dragon had now curled up on her head like a red turban with feet. "Mysterious sounds? I LOVE mysterious sounds! Mysterious sounds are usually good busines!"
" From the Dumbwaiter shaft you say? It could be that the waiter isn't as mute as he pretended to be when he applied for the job."
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OOC: sorry for not replying when you talked to me in here!
" From the Dumbwaiter shaft you say? It could be that the waiter isn't as mute as he pretended to be when he applied for the job."
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)OOC: sorry for not replying when you talked to me in here!
"Sorry Ms Finaille, me memory ain't what it used to be. (OOC: I paged back, but not quite far enough, were there not so many pages I'd make a list of previous singers and keep it up to date. If anyone has the time and wishes to PM the list to me I'll add it to the first post, give them credit for it, and update it.) "Anyway here's your water, and I'll draw you a free tankard of Gimli's Finest in recompense for my slight when you're ready for it."
Grondy takes a hammer and going to the front door, nails the following sign upon it.
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NOTICE: The management of this fair establishment wishes to hire the professional services of a small person (hobbit, dwarf, or otherwise) of good character and brave heart to investigate the goings on in the nether regions of our dumwaiter shaft. . Terms: 10 silver pennys cash on delivery for ascertaining the cause of the disturbance .
After said cause has been reported back, an additional contract may be awarded for the removal of said disturbance with a reward of between 5 and 100 silver pennys based on the danger and skill involved in doing so.
For both contracts, free room and board for the duration and all traveling expenses guaranteed in any event; funeral expenses to be defrayed by us or our representatives, if occasion arises and the matter is not otherwise arranged for.
Enquire within.
signed: Grondy, 'Temp. Head Honcho', Gimli's Khazad-dumish Inn
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Grondy takes a hammer and going to the front door, nails the following sign upon it.
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NOTICE: The management of this fair establishment wishes to hire the professional services of a small person (hobbit, dwarf, or otherwise) of good character and brave heart to investigate the goings on in the nether regions of our dumwaiter shaft. . Terms: 10 silver pennys cash on delivery for ascertaining the cause of the disturbance .
After said cause has been reported back, an additional contract may be awarded for the removal of said disturbance with a reward of between 5 and 100 silver pennys based on the danger and skill involved in doing so.
For both contracts, free room and board for the duration and all traveling expenses guaranteed in any event; funeral expenses to be defrayed by us or our representatives, if occasion arises and the matter is not otherwise arranged for.
Enquire within.
signed: Grondy, 'Temp. Head Honcho', Gimli's Khazad-dumish Inn
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Finaille watches Grondy hang up the sign, and goes over to read it.
"Hmm... a job... sounds good..." She thinks for a moment longer. "It's a good offer, right pay, but I'm not exactly that brave." Finaille walks back in and drinks what Grondy had given her. Off in the distance, she sees Eva finally emerge from a back room and goes over to her.
"Get lost back there?" She joked casually.
"Hmm... a job... sounds good..." She thinks for a moment longer. "It's a good offer, right pay, but I'm not exactly that brave." Finaille walks back in and drinks what Grondy had given her. Off in the distance, she sees Eva finally emerge from a back room and goes over to her.
"Get lost back there?" She joked casually.
Eruwen looked up at the sign whilst holding a cold beer to the lump on her forehead. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to get some money of which she was in desperate need.
"You sure you'll only hire small people for that there job, Grondy? Perhaps I am lithe enough? Yes?"
"You sure you'll only hire small people for that there job, Grondy? Perhaps I am lithe enough? Yes?"
Rhapsody read the note and chuckled. "Well that rules me out then. I think that it are little faunts that are goofing around. Eru knows what kind of mischief they can come up with."
Eva glares mildly at Finaille. "No... just fell asleep. Laurel says she doesn't mind you taking a shift too, since things have been pretty busy around here lately, but you need to go pester Mr. Grondy about it- And by the way, sir, if you're going to put up a new sign, could you fix the old one, too? It still says " LL NE CO ERS UST SI G", and that maybe rather difficult to understand."
'Well Eva, I'd be happy to fix up that cryptic old sign, exceptin my remember done forgot where it's been located, think you could point it out to me?" (Maybe like with date and page number?)
Finaille looks at Grondy and says to Eva, "He's the one I go to for the job???"
So she does what Eva told her to do, and goes up to Grondy. "Sir, I'm looking for a job. Are there any available right now?"
So she does what Eva told her to do, and goes up to Grondy. "Sir, I'm looking for a job. Are there any available right now?"
Laurel ignored the wailing coming from the dumwaiter shaft as she finished up the grand meal she'd serve the inn's customers. Then, as she was putting the finishing touches into the Garlic-Athelas dressing for the salad, the noise got louder and began to rather growl instead of cry. She thought she would leave the kitchen for awhile until someone could handle whatever was the source of the noise, so she gathered up the trays of grub and scooted out into the large, smoky room full of guests. "That old whatever-it-is in the dumbwaiter shaft is getting louder and more insistent, Sir." Laurel told Grondy.
OOC: Friday 11th February 2005, pg. 98. My first post in an RPG here, and I think I may have accidently stretched a rule or two... anyway I made it up there, since I figured with all that had happened in the Inn at that point, including flooding, a few things might have happened to the sign. um... that's okay, right?
"You know, Mr. Grondy, the singing sign over the bar."
"You know, Mr. Grondy, the singing sign over the bar."
"Ahh yes Eva, that old sign of Gimli's is looking a little worse for wear, now that I really take a look at it. Would you be awilling to handle it or should I look for somebody else: I hear Finaille is awanting work?"
"Sure Ms. Finaille nailo, if you can cook, clean, do laundry, wait tables, or bar-keep we could use another hand. Also Eva tells me that sign over the bar is in need of restoring, so if she doesn't want to take it on, and if you knows your letters and are good with a paint brush that job might be available too. You can have all Sundays plus one other morning a week off, which day that turns out to be, is negotiable depending on our staffing needs. Anyways, in addition to room and board, wages are two silver pennies a week plus all your tips."
(OOC: Now I remember your old post Eva, it was either too cryptic or I was too thick headed at the time to catch your cue.)
"Sure Ms. Finaille nailo, if you can cook, clean, do laundry, wait tables, or bar-keep we could use another hand. Also Eva tells me that sign over the bar is in need of restoring, so if she doesn't want to take it on, and if you knows your letters and are good with a paint brush that job might be available too. You can have all Sundays plus one other morning a week off, which day that turns out to be, is negotiable depending on our staffing needs. Anyways, in addition to room and board, wages are two silver pennies a week plus all your tips."
(OOC: Now I remember your old post Eva, it was either too cryptic or I was too thick headed at the time to catch your cue.)
Suddenly the door to the inn swings open ominously. A dark figure is illuminated slightly by the lights from inside. The person's light grey cloak hangs in tatters and a hood is drawn up over the their face.
As it walks inside, a furry tail-like thing swings idly back and forth under the cloak from behind it. A bit of dark blue hair can be seen around the edges of the cowl.
Suddenly the figure rushes at the bar and leaps over, hugging the bartender tightly. She shakes her head and the cowl flies off, revealing long, shaggy, dark blue hair and Icy blue eyes. Two wolfy ears protrude from her head.
"How are ya, Grondy?" Ice says as she hugs the dwarf.
As it walks inside, a furry tail-like thing swings idly back and forth under the cloak from behind it. A bit of dark blue hair can be seen around the edges of the cowl.
Suddenly the figure rushes at the bar and leaps over, hugging the bartender tightly. She shakes her head and the cowl flies off, revealing long, shaggy, dark blue hair and Icy blue eyes. Two wolfy ears protrude from her head.
"How are ya, Grondy?" Ice says as she hugs the dwarf.
Icey! Yay! Good to have you back!
The red dragon jumps of Amaries head and runs to take a closer look at Iceys tail.
Amari’ strikes out her arms is joy. "Icey! You crazy pup, you came back! Come have a drink or ten on my tab. I am watching these good people trying to solve the Mystery of the Dumbwaiter Shaft, the entertainment potential is enormous."
Amari’ strikes out her arms is joy. "Icey! You crazy pup, you came back! Come have a drink or ten on my tab. I am watching these good people trying to solve the Mystery of the Dumbwaiter Shaft, the entertainment potential is enormous."
"Ah yes, the dumbwater mystery! That will be entertaining indeed!" Rhapsody signalled Lady Laurelindhe to poor Icefangs some beer.
Good to have you back Icey!
Good to have you back Icey!
Icey!!!!!! Great to have you back!!!!
Meanwhile, Lightfoot was watching everything from in the corner, smoking her pipe. She was beginning to learn a lot about these people. She found it all very interesting, especially the dwarf "Loni."
Meanwhile, Lightfoot was watching everything from in the corner, smoking her pipe. She was beginning to learn a lot about these people. She found it all very interesting, especially the dwarf "Loni."
Ar-edain 37 looks down from his perch in the rafters and screams " Icefangs! You have a lot of nerve coming back here after what you pullled........Oh wait...... that was me. Welcome home Icey!"
He takes up the bagpipe that he found next to him on the ceiling beam and began to drone away an upbeat tune that was probably supposed to accompany lyrics about getting drunk. The tavern scene suited it very well.
He takes up the bagpipe that he found next to him on the ceiling beam and began to drone away an upbeat tune that was probably supposed to accompany lyrics about getting drunk. The tavern scene suited it very well.
"Icefangs you foxy old ... where have you been?" says Grondy as he forces a tankard of Gimli's Finest into the paws of his old friend. Here have some Watcher Rings and let Eva, Laurel, Fin, or me know when your drink gets low. Meanwhile, tell us what's been happening with you."
He gets this shiver up and down his spine and can't figure out what's it's cause, until his ears start to hurt. Then he says to himself, "Dang! I meant to add a slit to that old bag what was left up there in the rafters by that strange drink of water, what was in here a couple months back. And now its too late, unless I can sweet talk one of them Dragonclaw players to call 'Slipsies!' after a well placed puncture."
He gets this shiver up and down his spine and can't figure out what's it's cause, until his ears start to hurt. Then he says to himself, "Dang! I meant to add a slit to that old bag what was left up there in the rafters by that strange drink of water, what was in here a couple months back. And now its too late, unless I can sweet talk one of them Dragonclaw players to call 'Slipsies!' after a well placed puncture."
Laurel scurried over to Icefangs and Rhapsody, giving Icey more ale, even after Grondy already gave her some. "Hello, old timer. Nice to see you around these parts. You missed some elf-and-dwarf tossing competitions, Loni's escapades, Amarie's balrog running amok, and a possibly haunted dumbwaiter shaft in the kitchen. Where have your travels taken you, friend? I see you're as blue as ever!"
Amari’ notives Grondys eyes casting a glimps up in the ceiling. She moves in closer and whispers. "Do you think she will be done hybernating, or whatever she is doing, anythime soon? I've missed her."
Icey grinned widely as she greeted all her friends. Many hugs were passed around and greetings given. Ice carefully placed all the mugs and cups of ale she was given on the bar. The turned around and hugged her friends some more.
"Well, my friends, to tell you all where I've been is any incredibly long story," she said, smiling slightly. "By the way, where is good ole' Eth? I haven't seen him in ages..." Icey glugs down some of the ale and says, "Its been far to long since I've had some good Khazad-Dum Ale!
Ice glances back in the direction of the kitchen, saying, "Somebody tell me about this 'haunted dumbwaiter'?"
"Well, my friends, to tell you all where I've been is any incredibly long story," she said, smiling slightly. "By the way, where is good ole' Eth? I haven't seen him in ages..." Icey glugs down some of the ale and says, "Its been far to long since I've had some good Khazad-Dum Ale!
Ice glances back in the direction of the kitchen, saying, "Somebody tell me about this 'haunted dumbwaiter'?"
"Aye, Icey. Well, I was getting this feast ready in the kitchen and I heard (with me own ears, mind you) this awful wailing and commotion down the shaft of that unused dumbwaiter, like someone or something was stuck or the like. I called to it, but it only howled louder. Like a banshee, or I'm a monkey. Worse than Loni the Dwarf on a day without ale! At first I thought it might be one of Ama's beasts or such, but I don't know. I won't go in there again until it's dealt with; it only keeps gettin' louder. Sir Grondy posted a nice sign offerin' wages for the one brave enough to tackle it, but none's done it yet. Maybe you could give it a go!" Laurel was not a brave one, so she trembled as she told her story to Icefangs. "As for Sir Etharion, his like has not been seen here for awhile; don't know where he's made off to..."
Eruwen pouted for never receiving an answer to her offer to attempt to extricate whatever or whoever is in the dumbwaiter. She rested her still throbbing head on the table, watching those around her greet old and new friends.
Rhapsody cast Eruwen a worried look. She got up and entered the kitchen. There she found a small kettle above the fire, grabbed a mug and poured some hot water in it. From her packs she fetch a small bundle of herbs. 'Willow bark is the best medicine for headaches.' She mused to herself. After a minute or five she returned with a hot cup of tea for the sick Eruwen. She handed her the mug and fetched something else from her packs as well. It was a small bar and it said: 'Ered Nimrais chocolate: royally approved by the Prince of Dol Amroth.'
'Here you go friend,' Rhapsody spoke quietly and seated herself again on the bench near the fireplace.
'Here you go friend,' Rhapsody spoke quietly and seated herself again on the bench near the fireplace.
"If you're feeling better Eruwen, and you think you could fit in the dumwaiter shaft. Then you might have a go at it.
The stairway to the second cellar is now blocked caused by the Inn's foundations settling after that earth-quake aboy twenty years back. So you'll have to ride the dumbwaiter to that level from the first cellar. I've only ever been down to the second cellar myself and remember it was very dark and spooky. So I don't know what lies further on down; I do know there used to be a good echo when as a boy, I yelled down the dumwaiter shaft from that second cellar.
I do suggest you take some stout rope, plenty of candles and matches for your lantern, as well as some rations and water, and of course your weapons. You can get the former in the first cellar and the food stuffs from the kitchen."
The stairway to the second cellar is now blocked caused by the Inn's foundations settling after that earth-quake aboy twenty years back. So you'll have to ride the dumbwaiter to that level from the first cellar. I've only ever been down to the second cellar myself and remember it was very dark and spooky. So I don't know what lies further on down; I do know there used to be a good echo when as a boy, I yelled down the dumwaiter shaft from that second cellar.
I do suggest you take some stout rope, plenty of candles and matches for your lantern, as well as some rations and water, and of course your weapons. You can get the former in the first cellar and the food stuffs from the kitchen."
Eruwen looked at the tea and chocolate that were placed before her, and lifted her eyes up to the smiling face. "Thank you so much’friend," she said, adding the word "friend" as an afterthought, for it was something she wasn't used to saying. She picked up the packet of chocolate, smiling simply because it was chocolate, her favorite. "I haven't received a gift like this in quite sometime," she mentioned softly to the kind woman as she placed a small piece in her mouth. The rapturous delight this small piece of chocolate and warm cup of tea brought to her soul, instantly diminished the throbbing of her headache. "Thanks again, friend." The word "friend" coming more easily to her lips this time.
She looked over at Grondy as he spoke about the preparations she should make if she were to take the job and investigate what was in the dumbwaiter shaft. "Food supplies?" she questioned him, slightly surprised. "How long do you think it's going to take me to get down to the second cellar and how long do you think I should stay down there?" She became aware of the weight of her sword on her back, and felt comforted that her old companion was still by her side for such tasks.
She looked over at Grondy as he spoke about the preparations she should make if she were to take the job and investigate what was in the dumbwaiter shaft. "Food supplies?" she questioned him, slightly surprised. "How long do you think it's going to take me to get down to the second cellar and how long do you think I should stay down there?" She became aware of the weight of her sword on her back, and felt comforted that her old companion was still by her side for such tasks.
Ar-37 had left his perch in the rafters for a seat near the kitchen door. He was clinging to the bagpipe like he would be swept into the sea if he let go.
"Eruwen....... I wish you luck on this venture. Few have been down the dumbwaiter and lived to tell the tale. If 24 hours pass before you return to this room, then me and any others willing will come look for you. Remember, they do not call this the Khazad-Dumish Inn for no reason. The cellars, they say, lead as far under hill as the great city of dwarves itself. Make as few turns as possible, and try and keep to the main passage," After this he produced a round pouch from his broad right-sleeve (This sentence is almost a carboncopy of one from a story I started writing the other day, weird!),"Do not use this unless your need is dire. DO NOT LOSE IT! It is just a smooth stone, but it will allow you to see in the dark places, where no other light will be brave enough to travel," He smiled and said lightheartedly," Bring me back some of old Gimli's thousand year-old whiskey, if you get a chance!" he placed the pouch in her hand and went back to his beer. (We should have this thread made into a movie, or better yet... published. If it was made into a movie we would all have to play our own characters. No one can, or wants, to imitate my personality! And I just can't see anybody else playing any of yall. Your personalities are too vivid, and yes that was a complement.)
"Eruwen....... I wish you luck on this venture. Few have been down the dumbwaiter and lived to tell the tale. If 24 hours pass before you return to this room, then me and any others willing will come look for you. Remember, they do not call this the Khazad-Dumish Inn for no reason. The cellars, they say, lead as far under hill as the great city of dwarves itself. Make as few turns as possible, and try and keep to the main passage," After this he produced a round pouch from his broad right-sleeve (This sentence is almost a carboncopy of one from a story I started writing the other day, weird!),"Do not use this unless your need is dire. DO NOT LOSE IT! It is just a smooth stone, but it will allow you to see in the dark places, where no other light will be brave enough to travel," He smiled and said lightheartedly," Bring me back some of old Gimli's thousand year-old whiskey, if you get a chance!" he placed the pouch in her hand and went back to his beer. (We should have this thread made into a movie, or better yet... published. If it was made into a movie we would all have to play our own characters. No one can, or wants, to imitate my personality! And I just can't see anybody else playing any of yall. Your personalities are too vivid, and yes that was a complement.)
Wow, thanks, Ar-37...I think... 
Laurel quickly ran to her quarters and fetched a very old, rusted compass from out of her trunk. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her back down to the kitchen, where Eruwen prepared to make her descent into the depths of the cellars and nearly knocked into the party that had gathered there. "Miss Eruwen, please, take this as a good luck token. It was given to me by my great-great uncle, who lived to be one hundred and nine, and he had brought it with him on many journies while part of a small band of Dunedain Rangers in the north. It was ever his blessing. It has served me well and will do you the same. Miss Eruwen, may Eru be with you tonight! Have you had any ale or stowed any away in your pack? I'll get you some if you need it. Do you have a torch? A knife? A rope? Custard in case you get hungry? Maybe a flute to play if you're lonely? A peice of parchment in case you need to write a letter..." She carried on for quite a while until someone interrupted her.
Laurel quickly ran to her quarters and fetched a very old, rusted compass from out of her trunk. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her back down to the kitchen, where Eruwen prepared to make her descent into the depths of the cellars and nearly knocked into the party that had gathered there. "Miss Eruwen, please, take this as a good luck token. It was given to me by my great-great uncle, who lived to be one hundred and nine, and he had brought it with him on many journies while part of a small band of Dunedain Rangers in the north. It was ever his blessing. It has served me well and will do you the same. Miss Eruwen, may Eru be with you tonight! Have you had any ale or stowed any away in your pack? I'll get you some if you need it. Do you have a torch? A knife? A rope? Custard in case you get hungry? Maybe a flute to play if you're lonely? A peice of parchment in case you need to write a letter..." She carried on for quite a while until someone interrupted her.
Rhapsody raised her eyebrows at so many offerings for the fair Lady Eruwen. Ah the Dunedain. Yes, once she rode with him.
"Whoa, Laurel... How long do you think she'll be down there? After all, the thing doesn't have to be bad... it was only whimpering at first, right? Maybe one of our stranger patrons fell down there... Most of them are here, though, so maybe not. I, too, wish you luck, Lady Eruwen... that sound is starting to get annoying."
Eruwen was in shock and a bit overwhelmed. She cleared her throat. "Well, it looks like I've taken on quite the job. Are you sure you can't offer me more pay, Mr. Grondy? Seeing as it seems I may be taking on quite a risk?" But then again, what did Eruwen really care? Life didn't matter much to her now. She mused how death might be a welcome guest for her soul if it came to that.
She gathered up her few belongings and took some bread, water, and dried meat. "I think this should suffice, don't you?" She said to Grondy, laying out her pack so he could see her provisions. As the daughter of the Chief Defender of King Thranduil, she was a skilled fighter and hunter, her father wouldn't stand for her to be anything but the best, so she wasn't necessarily scared, just surprised at the outcome of her willingness to root out the source of the wailing.
She gathered up her few belongings and took some bread, water, and dried meat. "I think this should suffice, don't you?" She said to Grondy, laying out her pack so he could see her provisions. As the daughter of the Chief Defender of King Thranduil, she was a skilled fighter and hunter, her father wouldn't stand for her to be anything but the best, so she wasn't necessarily scared, just surprised at the outcome of her willingness to root out the source of the wailing.
'Yes that should do nicely Eruwen. If and when you find out what the problem is, don't feel you have to tackle it single handed. If it looks like too tough a challenge, come back and report. If need be we'll dig out the stairwell, to get a team down there. And as Eva says, maybe it is nothing, like maybe the wind whistling round a corner or across a hole or something.'
"Now scuttle off, and come back quick, if all is well. If not, come back if you can! If you can't, hoot twice like a barn-owl and once like a screech-owl, and we will do what we can.", ' and with that said, Grondy led her to the dumbwaiter and opened the door to the shaft.
(OOC: I don't expect this to turn into an adventure, but if it does, it should have a thread of its own so we can continue our partying in this one.)
"Now scuttle off, and come back quick, if all is well. If not, come back if you can! If you can't, hoot twice like a barn-owl and once like a screech-owl, and we will do what we can.", ' and with that said, Grondy led her to the dumbwaiter and opened the door to the shaft.
(OOC: I don't expect this to turn into an adventure, but if it does, it should have a thread of its own so we can continue our partying in this one.)
OOC: No worries...the partying will continue 
. I don't expect it to turn out to be an adventure, but then again, I haven't figured out what to expect in the dumbwaiter shaft either, he, he.
Eruwen peered into the darkness of the dumbwaiter shaft, howling and wailing pierced her ears. She looked back at the people around her and took a deep breath. She squeezed her tall, lean body into the dumbwaiter, and waited for someone to lower her to the second cellar. ’Anyone want to join me for the ride?’ she asked of those surrounding her. ’There’s room for a small person to squeeze in here along with me. Any takers?’
. I don't expect it to turn out to be an adventure, but then again, I haven't figured out what to expect in the dumbwaiter shaft either, he, he.Eruwen peered into the darkness of the dumbwaiter shaft, howling and wailing pierced her ears. She looked back at the people around her and took a deep breath. She squeezed her tall, lean body into the dumbwaiter, and waited for someone to lower her to the second cellar. ’Anyone want to join me for the ride?’ she asked of those surrounding her. ’There’s room for a small person to squeeze in here along with me. Any takers?’
PICK ME!!!" said the dwarf, and held her breath. Everyone raised their eyebrows, for Loni was quite stout. And she LEAPED into the dumbwaiter shaft headfirst. And got stuck.
"Don't worry Eruwen," Grondy said as he picked up a bucket of rancid lard and a brush, "we'll figure some way to extricate this crazy dwarf out of the shaft before you are ready to return."
"Loni, how many times have I told you to look before you leap!", he continued as he applied a liberal coat of rancid lard to her midrift where it interfaced with the openning of the shaft. "Somebody get a rope around her ankles, and Loni stop kicking or we'll use hot oil from the french-frier."
"Loni, how many times have I told you to look before you leap!", he continued as he applied a liberal coat of rancid lard to her midrift where it interfaced with the openning of the shaft. "Somebody get a rope around her ankles, and Loni stop kicking or we'll use hot oil from the french-frier."
Eva grabbed the rope that lay in the pile of supplies Laurel had overenthusiasticly pressed on Eruwen and tied it firmly about Loni's ankles. She then began looking about for those who had entered the insert-race-of-your-choice-here tossing contest, as she figured anyone strong enough to throw Loni ought to be strong enough to pull her out of a greased elevator shaft.
Grondy took the ropes end from Eva and threading it over a floor joist, handed it to the Inn's bouncer Troll. The Troll wrapped the rope around his hands to take up the slack and leaned away from Loni. POP!!! Loni became unstuck like a cork from a popgun: like the cork from a bottle of bubbly. She came out so fast she punched a hole in the floor above. "Shucks, now I'll have to hire someone to patch the hole," he exclaimed.
"Will someone please take little Miss Exuberant upstairs and park her behind a tankard of 'Ole Keg Dredgings' so we can have room to pass the rest of Eruwen's gear on down to her, should she request it?"
"Will someone please take little Miss Exuberant upstairs and park her behind a tankard of 'Ole Keg Dredgings' so we can have room to pass the rest of Eruwen's gear on down to her, should she request it?"
Ar-37 stood by the dumbwaiter, " I would like to come with you, but as you can see, I am not exactly the small person who you described should fit in the dumbwaiter."
(OOC: In real life I'm not that small. I weigh over 210. But, that aint fat for my height. If you want to know exactly what I look like, integrate the following characters from Braveheart: Stephen, the Irishman and Hamish, the really big guy. And for now, take away the beard. Leave some long hair, add cowboy boots,a safari hat with a feather in it, and a stupid-looking grin. There you have it, me!)
"But, as grondy said, we will take out the walls if you need help. Before you go, A ROUND OF DRINKS ON ME! I still have plenty of money left in my pre-paid account from when I helped Grondy out of his Rent-a-Monster situation! Remember the penguins are your friends and any dwarfs you meet escaped from the prison that used to be next door. Bring them up here, we can always do with a few more colorful characters!"
(Grondy merely separated the OOC from the RPG.)
(OOC: In real life I'm not that small. I weigh over 210. But, that aint fat for my height. If you want to know exactly what I look like, integrate the following characters from Braveheart: Stephen, the Irishman and Hamish, the really big guy. And for now, take away the beard. Leave some long hair, add cowboy boots,a safari hat with a feather in it, and a stupid-looking grin. There you have it, me!)
"But, as grondy said, we will take out the walls if you need help. Before you go, A ROUND OF DRINKS ON ME! I still have plenty of money left in my pre-paid account from when I helped Grondy out of his Rent-a-Monster situation! Remember the penguins are your friends and any dwarfs you meet escaped from the prison that used to be next door. Bring them up here, we can always do with a few more colorful characters!"
(Grondy merely separated the OOC from the RPG.)
Eruwen decided she was on her own, but laughed at the attempts of the hyper/lethargic dwarf (depending on the minute) to join her. She had a torch in one hand and her sword in the other as she was lowered down to the second cellar. She didn't light the torch though because she didn't want to frighten whatever it was that was down there. The wailing got louder and louder as she approached the landing, but just as the dumbwaiter stopped, the wailing stopped.
Eruwen tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness, but the blackness was so incredibly overwhelming that she realized her normally exceptional vision would be of no use to her here. She sat incredibly still, straining her ears for any sound that might enlighten her as to what she was in for. She heard some incredibly heavy breathing, which was very close to growling, and her heart picked up its pace. She felt something like fur brush against her hand and flinched (just a slight bit), realizing it was high-time to light the torch.
She unfolded her long, lean body and quickly lit the torch. The flame flared up and she moved the light around to all corners of the darkness, but didn't see anything. She turned around in a circle, still hearing the heavy breathing, but saw nothing. Something brushed against her leg, and she jumped back, her footsteps echoing in the chamber. She looked down and found two bright, shining eyes staring at her. She laughed when she realized what all the fuss was about, put her sword back into its sheath, and picked up the small purrrr-petrator. "Bring me back up!" she called to those at the top of the dumbwaiter shaft.
Eruwen tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness, but the blackness was so incredibly overwhelming that she realized her normally exceptional vision would be of no use to her here. She sat incredibly still, straining her ears for any sound that might enlighten her as to what she was in for. She heard some incredibly heavy breathing, which was very close to growling, and her heart picked up its pace. She felt something like fur brush against her hand and flinched (just a slight bit), realizing it was high-time to light the torch.
She unfolded her long, lean body and quickly lit the torch. The flame flared up and she moved the light around to all corners of the darkness, but didn't see anything. She turned around in a circle, still hearing the heavy breathing, but saw nothing. Something brushed against her leg, and she jumped back, her footsteps echoing in the chamber. She looked down and found two bright, shining eyes staring at her. She laughed when she realized what all the fuss was about, put her sword back into its sheath, and picked up the small purrrr-petrator. "Bring me back up!" she called to those at the top of the dumbwaiter shaft.
Unfortunately, the small purr-predator has more to it than met the eye. The feline leaped at the unexpecting explorer, and commenced in ripping the cloth from her legs. (EEKK!!) 
OOC. Hi CC! Long time no see!
Amari’ gasped. "Oh no, that sound... it is... oh how horrible! It is the sound of a poor kitty which is suffering from a serious lack of objects to sharpen its claws on! Oh the poor thing! Wood, Eruwen! Use the torch! The t-o-r-ch!! Someone, throw some fish down there!"
Amari’ gasped. "Oh no, that sound... it is... oh how horrible! It is the sound of a poor kitty which is suffering from a serious lack of objects to sharpen its claws on! Oh the poor thing! Wood, Eruwen! Use the torch! The t-o-r-ch!! Someone, throw some fish down there!"
Grondy rushed to the freezer and grabbing a frozen mackerel, raced back to the dumbwaiter. He tossed the still hard frozen fish down to Eruwen, which rather than being helpful, caught her on upside the head, "Oops! Sorry Eruwen. I owe you one."
Meanwhile the poor purr-perpetrator had reached Eruwen's back and was still scrabbling; scrabbling ever higher in its attempt to free itself from the prison in which it had become entrapped a week ago last Wednesday.
Meanwhile the poor purr-perpetrator had reached Eruwen's back and was still scrabbling; scrabbling ever higher in its attempt to free itself from the prison in which it had become entrapped a week ago last Wednesday.
Ar-37 picked up a stool and raced into the dumbwaiter screaming, "HIEEEEEEEEEEEEEIEE!" and suddenly slipped. Falling head-over-heels, he became stuck halfway down the passage. The stool nearly reached the cat who promptly devoured it, and its stomach took on the shape of the kitty.
"I have named the kitty Fwuffypoo and he is my new friend!" Ar-37 called from the passage.
"I have named the kitty Fwuffypoo and he is my new friend!" Ar-37 called from the passage.
