Calls Maydmarion from the corner, waving hand in the air, bravo.
Give that girl a drink...Thread: The Khazad-dumish Inn.. Please watch your head coming through the door.
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whoop whoop whoop
Calls Maydmarion from the corner, waving hand in the air, bravo. Give that girl a drink...
Calls Maydmarion from the corner, waving hand in the air, bravo.
Give that girl a drink...
Here Eva, this drink is brought to you by your friendly neighbor, Maydmarion in honor of your song. Your song makes me wish I'd a finished school; all that figuring out musta took some book learnen to do.
Woah, I got stuck at 'Thod' which doesn't sound right. What's the answer? *loni feels stupid*
lol THOD!?!?!?!?!
Loni it is none other than in order
1-k
2-h
3-a
4-z
5-a
6-d
7-d
8-u
9-m
10-i
11-s
12-h
13-i
14-n
15-n
or the Khazad-Dumish Inn but good job on making the rhyme eva even if it was made a while ago
Loni it is none other than in order
1-k
2-h
3-a
4-z
5-a
6-d
7-d
8-u
9-m
10-i
11-s
12-h
13-i
14-n
15-n
or the Khazad-Dumish Inn but good job on making the rhyme eva even if it was made a while ago
Bravo !!! Eva Well Done and Well Followed
You definately deserve that drink
You definately deserve that drink
Eva blushes bright red and quietly thanks the patrons for their praise, then scurries back to the kitchen, still holding her mug of Gimli's Finest.
How about a round of drinks to everyone on me - just to say Happy Friday 
Have one yourself Gimli for being a friendly landlord and putting up with everyone
Have one yourself Gimli for being a friendly landlord and putting up with everyone
OOC:
The barkeep is Grondy, not Gimli. Grondy is standing in for Gimli_axe_wielder, who has not been seen around here for quite some time.
Quote:
Have one yourself Gimli for being a friendly landlord and putting up with everyone
Have one yourself Gimli for being a friendly landlord and putting up with everyone
The barkeep is Grondy, not Gimli. Grondy is standing in for Gimli_axe_wielder, who has not been seen around here for quite some time.
"Okay, here's a round for everyone on Maydmarion. Thanks MM; though as Gimli still ain't here, I'll drink his so it doesn't grow stale, moldy, or sprout vegetation." After passing around the drinks Grindy passed out three platters piled high with piping hot Bar-B-Qed Orc Knuckles made with Gimil's Three Alarm Bar-B-Q Sauce. "Enjoy!"
Welllllll whot du yu xsspt frum sumwon hoo is bin driking oll da .... hic hic sorey
Maydmarion then falls
on the bench....
Maydmarion then falls
on the bench....Grondy grabs a blanket and gently drapes it over the shoulders of Maydmarion, "Don't want her catching cold," he mentioned to the House Troll, "and she's gonna have a head the size of a house in the morning. I guess I better see that I have the makings for Gimli's patented Morning After Tonic." He thought to himself, "I'd do the same for Loni, exceptin' she's made of Dwarf stuff and we Dwarves don't have any need for it."
HOODIE's 2nd favorite song: (It has REALLY NICE ELECTRIC GUITAR)
Everything has fallen to pieces,
Earth is dying help me Jesus
We need guidance, we've been misled,
young and hostile, but not stupid.
Corporate leaders, politicians,
kids can't vote, adults elect them
Laws that rule the school and workplace,
signs that caution, sixteen's unsafe.
We really need to see this through,
we never wanted to be abused
We'll never give up, it's no use,
if we're BEEPED up you're to blame
Let this train wreck burn more slowly,
kids are victims in this story
Drown our youth with useless warnings,
teenage rules they're BEEPED and boring
We really need to see this through,
we never wanted to be abused
We'll never give up, it's no use,
if we're BEEPED up you're to blame
Everything has fallen to pieces,
Everything has fallen to pieces,
Everything has fallen to pieces,
Everything has fallen to pieces,
Everything has fallen to ...
We really need to see this through,
we never wanted to be abused,
We'll never give up, it's no use,
if we're BEEPED up you're to blame!
Everything has fallen to pieces,
Earth is dying help me Jesus
We need guidance, we've been misled,
young and hostile, but not stupid.
Corporate leaders, politicians,
kids can't vote, adults elect them
Laws that rule the school and workplace,
signs that caution, sixteen's unsafe.
We really need to see this through,
we never wanted to be abused
We'll never give up, it's no use,
if we're BEEPED up you're to blame
Let this train wreck burn more slowly,
kids are victims in this story
Drown our youth with useless warnings,
teenage rules they're BEEPED and boring
We really need to see this through,
we never wanted to be abused
We'll never give up, it's no use,
if we're BEEPED up you're to blame
Everything has fallen to pieces,
Everything has fallen to pieces,
Everything has fallen to pieces,
Everything has fallen to pieces,
Everything has fallen to ...
We really need to see this through,
we never wanted to be abused,
We'll never give up, it's no use,
if we're BEEPED up you're to blame!
Something I wrote when I was 16 ......
I watch from my window
Family and friends going up the hill
I wonder why no-one asked me
I watch from my window
Then I realise
I was so young, so full of dreams
I watch from my window, my family and friends
As they lower me into the cold, hard ground
I watch from my window
Then I understand
I watch from my window
Family and friends going up the hill
I wonder why no-one asked me
I watch from my window
Then I realise
I was so young, so full of dreams
I watch from my window, my family and friends
As they lower me into the cold, hard ground
I watch from my window
Then I understand
There's a stirring and a blanket falls to the ground.........
Ohhh my head, what happened. Elves don't get drunk, what did I drink. Oooohhh the pounding in my head, I've never felt like this before.
Gimli, do you have anything that can help, pleeese....
Maydmarion stands up and....
.....QUICK - where's the ladies - Maydmarion does a dash to a door near the bar.....
Ohhh my head, what happened. Elves don't get drunk, what did I drink. Oooohhh the pounding in my head, I've never felt like this before.
Gimli, do you have anything that can help, pleeese....
Maydmarion stands up and....
.....QUICK - where's the ladies - Maydmarion does a dash to a door near the bar.....
"Nice song Hooded rider, and the guitar accompanyment was quite good. I see you are ready for a refill. Same again? Would you like some French-fried Watcher Rings or some Spicy Balrog Wings? And then I better start mixing up Gimli's Famous Morning After Tonic’ for Maydmarrion, for it looks like she will soon be ready for it."
Loni listened to the random Hooded RIder and completely disagreed. On EVERY level. BUT SHE WAS TOO DRUNK TO CARE!!!!! But now.... she's curious. "MORNING AFTER TONIC!!!! MORNING AFTER TONIC!!!!" You know Loni, whenever there's a drink to be had, alcoholic or otherwise, she wants to see if it will get her drunk if she has enough of it.
Maymarion returns from the ladies and promises a gift for Gimli for looking after her.
Does that happen to everyone, Maydmarion asks Gimli, with a smile as she picks up her cloak and bow, luckily there no damage to the bow, Maydmarion brings up the bow and draws back to the kisser, more out of habit than anything else. She slowly winds down (everyone knows not to loose a string without an arrow nocked, as it could shatter the bow and of couse you don't loose an arrow indoors),.
That's some pretty powerful ale Gimli, I'll have to watch and pace myself next time....
Does that happen to everyone, Maydmarion asks Gimli, with a smile as she picks up her cloak and bow, luckily there no damage to the bow, Maydmarion brings up the bow and draws back to the kisser, more out of habit than anything else. She slowly winds down (everyone knows not to loose a string without an arrow nocked, as it could shatter the bow and of couse you don't loose an arrow indoors),.
That's some pretty powerful ale Gimli, I'll have to watch and pace myself next time....
Grondy looked over his shoulder to see if the still long absent Gimli had returned. Finding he hadn't, Grondy surmised that Maydmarion was still hulucinating Gimli's presence or was still confusing himself with the abstentee proprietor of this fair establishment.
Anyway, Grondy placed a glass of the most godawful looking liquid before Maydmarion and said, "Drink, it will make you feel better, though you might want to hold your nose while your downing it, for it don't smell much better than a harpy's nest."
"You don't need any of this Loni," he said to the Dwarf in the corner, "unless you want your ears curled," he added with a grin.
Anyway, Grondy placed a glass of the most godawful looking liquid before Maydmarion and said, "Drink, it will make you feel better, though you might want to hold your nose while your downing it, for it don't smell much better than a harpy's nest."
"You don't need any of this Loni," he said to the Dwarf in the corner, "unless you want your ears curled," he added with a grin.
(Ohh sorry Grondy, told you in my e-mail I'm new to this - I keep forgetting Gimli's not here and you're looking after things. Ok Grondy Grondy Grondy Grondy Grondy Grondy hopefully I've got it.)
Maydmarion, Thanks Grondy and holds here nose and downs the drink in one.
Oh that's awful.... but..... hey I feel loads better. Wow that's better than any of the potions I could get from the wizards den over the Misty mountains, does it 'Cure all ill's' or is it just for after your ale...
Well I've got to go, will be gone for a few days, I've got some business to do clearing up some trouble up North, see you when I get back and don't forget I said I'd bring you a gift for looking after me, Grondy.
See you later
Maydmarion, Thanks Grondy and holds here nose and downs the drink in one.
Oh that's awful.... but..... hey I feel loads better. Wow that's better than any of the potions I could get from the wizards den over the Misty mountains, does it 'Cure all ill's' or is it just for after your ale...
Well I've got to go, will be gone for a few days, I've got some business to do clearing up some trouble up North, see you when I get back and don't forget I said I'd bring you a gift for looking after me, Grondy.
See you later
"So long Maydmarion and remember to 'Be good, if you have to'." And with a wave, Grondy sets to work scrubbing down the surface of the bar.
Eva came out of the kitchen, where she had just put the last of Calin's groceries away- some of them had still been out, due to all the chaos lately. Looking around, she found the inn strangely calm- even Grondy didn't have anything to do but clean the bar. She wondered if everyone had left, or just passed out....
Lightfoot lifted her head and blinked some, looking around. She found it to be oddly quiet. Lightfoot smiled some, stretching her arms up above her head.
"Need any help with anything?"
"Need any help with anything?"
"Well Lightfoot, maybe you'd like to help me transfer those bottles that were found in the now unblocked second cellar up to the fastness of the Inn's wine cellar, where they won't be a temptation to any passing adventurers, and then we'll bring a couple of them up here so you, Eva, and I can sample them at our leisure."
"don't forget me too!!" as Windrush lifted his head having been stupified by the drinks that Maydmarion had bought all night... "maybe a nice pot of coffee and some gnarled
orcs knuckles drizzled with some honey if you please Grondy"
Windrush got up from his table and stretched his legs and arms, looking forward
to the day ahead and the next nights drinking session
orcs knuckles drizzled with some honey if you please Grondy"
Windrush got up from his table and stretched his legs and arms, looking forward
to the day ahead and the next nights drinking session
Calin looked up from the paper on which he was trying to compose a song and realises he has been forgotten about. He sees grondy and lightfoot heading towards the stairs and goes with them because he is not going to be able to come up with a song to beat eva's riddle.
As Grondy and his two companions headed for the stairs to the nether regions of the Inn, he yelled back over his shoulder, "Say Ms. Eva, will you please get coffee and honey drenched orc knuckles for Master Windrush? I'll be down below for a while; we're gonna shift some stock."
"Come on you two," and with that they disappeared around the corner and down the stairs into the cellars.
"Come on you two," and with that they disappeared around the corner and down the stairs into the cellars.
Ahhh ! Ms Eva it is always a pleasure never a chore, i really need the coffee to sobre me up
and am absolutely starving
and am absolutely starving
Meanwhile Calin, Lightfoot, and Grondy as they moved the newly found stock from the newly opened second cellar, were working up an appetite and getting very dirty from the accumulated dust and cobwebs that had built up on the stock that someone had secreted there long long ago.
'I hope all the spiders that made these cobwebs have grown up and left the premises, for I dislike having spiders around even more than snakes,' he said as he brushed the webs away bringing another row of wine bottles into view. 'Something about not knowing where they are and my overworked imagination.'
'Well that just about does it. Here's a bottle of this old wine for each of you and one for me, and another for Ms. Eva. Let's go up and wet our whistles and see if this vintage has gotten any finer since whoever laid it down, did so." And with that they dusted each other off trooped back up stairs to the common room, each carrying his newly acquired vintage.
'I hope all the spiders that made these cobwebs have grown up and left the premises, for I dislike having spiders around even more than snakes,' he said as he brushed the webs away bringing another row of wine bottles into view. 'Something about not knowing where they are and my overworked imagination.'
'Well that just about does it. Here's a bottle of this old wine for each of you and one for me, and another for Ms. Eva. Let's go up and wet our whistles and see if this vintage has gotten any finer since whoever laid it down, did so." And with that they dusted each other off trooped back up stairs to the common room, each carrying his newly acquired vintage.
"Here you are, Mr. Windrush! I'm sorry it took me so long; I had a little trouble finding the honey. Watch the coffee- it tends to be a bit strong..."
Eruwen looked up from where she was stroking Claw, and noticed that Grondy was bringing up the wine and liquor from the basement that she had tested out. "Grondy, the one you are carrying is especially nice. Do you mind if I have another sip?" she asked holding out her empty glass. As she did this, Claw jumped off her lap and ran into the kitchen. Eruwen jumped up after her, hoping that she didn't make too much of a mess of the food Eva had on the stove and her new groceries.
What kind of a place is this?
There's a clip clopping of horse hoofs and the door opens and Maydmarion walks in with a rather large, old, battered bag, as usual her bow is across her back and her quiver is tied at her waist, although there is a slight lack of arrows in the quiver.
Hello everyone, hello Grondy. Here you are Grondy I promised a presant for looking after me the other evening. I could do with a drink though, I've been riding all day and am parched.
Maydmarion opens the bag and takes out a beautiful mithril goblet and hands it to Grondy.
Hello everyone, hello Grondy. Here you are Grondy I promised a presant for looking after me the other evening. I could do with a drink though, I've been riding all day and am parched.
Maydmarion opens the bag and takes out a beautiful mithril goblet and hands it to Grondy.
Grondy uncorks the bottle and pours a little in a glass a swirls it around, he smells it, smiles and takes a taste, relishing it as he keeps it on his tongue for a bit before swallowing. "Oooo! that is good, too good for the ordinary customers, but as you were the finder Eruwen, you deserve an occasional treat." And he pours her half a glass and the same amount for himself. "This stuff is not for drinking, but for nursing."
"Welcome Floyd_n_milan, The Khazad-dumish Inn is a tavern where we eat, drink, and make merry. I'm the Head Cook and Bottle Washer and a few of us run the Inn while Gimli's away. To get your first drink you must read and heed Gimli's sign posted there over the bar." (Its posted in the first post of this thread.) "Feel free to join in." (Remembering you are in character and not to put words in the mouths of others.)
"Oh my! Maydmarion, where ever did you find that," says Grondy as his eyes light up on seeing the goblet, "Is it a family heirloom, did you uncover a hoard, or did you sack a religous establishment? I see you've lost a few arrows: are they still after you or did you retire your adversaries? Anyway, this thing of beauty is worth more the the wee service I provided you; are you sure you want to give this lovely cup away?"
"Welcome Floyd_n_milan, The Khazad-dumish Inn is a tavern where we eat, drink, and make merry. I'm the Head Cook and Bottle Washer and a few of us run the Inn while Gimli's away. To get your first drink you must read and heed Gimli's sign posted there over the bar." (Its posted in the first post of this thread.) "Feel free to join in." (Remembering you are in character and not to put words in the mouths of others.)
"Oh my! Maydmarion, where ever did you find that," says Grondy as his eyes light up on seeing the goblet, "Is it a family heirloom, did you uncover a hoard, or did you sack a religous establishment? I see you've lost a few arrows: are they still after you or did you retire your adversaries? Anyway, this thing of beauty is worth more the the wee service I provided you; are you sure you want to give this lovely cup away?"
The first thing Calin notices is Eruwen running after claw. He goes after her to welcome her back and ask about her trip.
The door opens and a short figure comes into the room. He grabs a pint and a pipe and then smokes for a few minutes. He then jumps onto the nearest table and starts to sing...
There is an inn, a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.
The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he saws his bow
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.
The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.
They also keep a horn’d cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.
And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.
The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced
and the little dog chased his tail.
The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and then rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.
Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
'The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!'
So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said.
They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.
Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.
With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.
The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
as the Sun raised up her head.
She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed!
He sits down and has another pint, generously tips the barmaid, then goes out with a wad of pipeweed.
There is an inn, a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.
The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he saws his bow
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.
The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.
They also keep a horn’d cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.
And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.
The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced
and the little dog chased his tail.
The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and then rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.
Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
'The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!'
So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said.
They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.
Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.
With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.
The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
as the Sun raised up her head.
She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed!
He sits down and has another pint, generously tips the barmaid, then goes out with a wad of pipeweed.
Eruwen got a hold of Claw before she had made too much of a mess in the kitchen, and returned just in time to enjoy her drink. "Ah, thank you, Grondy!" she said, tucking her nose deep into her glass. She took a deep breath, savoring the complex smells that were exhaled from the wine. As one of Thranduil's people, she knew how to appreciate good wine. She, too, swirled the wine around in her glass and nodding to Grondy, said, "Would you just look at the legs on that. Talk about aging nicely." Taking sip, she collapsed into her seat in ecstacy. "Now that I have the chance to actually enjoy the wine; it tastes so much better! Would you like to try some, Calin? Here have a sip of that!" she said pushing her glass toward him.
"You know what would go nicely with this, Grondy? Warg meat, marinated generously in Valinor vinegar with a touch of pipeweed pepper. Just imagine..." she sighed.
As she did this, a patron entered the inn and sang a song. She was enchanted by the song, tapping her foot as he sang, and she wondered if Claw was the cat he referred to. This made her a bit nervous though, since it implied Claw to be much more mischievous than she ever imagined.
Where is Laurel?
"You know what would go nicely with this, Grondy? Warg meat, marinated generously in Valinor vinegar with a touch of pipeweed pepper. Just imagine..." she sighed.
As she did this, a patron entered the inn and sang a song. She was enchanted by the song, tapping her foot as he sang, and she wondered if Claw was the cat he referred to. This made her a bit nervous though, since it implied Claw to be much more mischievous than she ever imagined.
Where is Laurel?
Eva is still staring after Gwaihir, not used to getting tips of any size, or even having the customers pay. Shaking herself out of her daze, she slips the coins into a jar under the bar that will go towards the next batch of groceries. "That was a nice song," she remarks to no one in particular. "It's a pity it doesn't actually count towards the proposed contest- I think we've only had one person other than me sing so far."
As eruwen pushes her glass towards him Calin pushes it back to her and shows her the bottle grondy gave him even if she wasnt paying attention. I already have my own eruwen and i would rather not deprive you of your treat.
"Your warg meat recipe sounds good to me Eruwen."
"Hey Ms. Eva, is that side of warg still hanging in the freezer or have we used it all? If any is left would you like to do a joint following Eruwens recipe?"
"Too bad that short figure left only drinking our common bar beer, had he waited he was due some of Gimli's Finest; oh well, maybe we'll catch him if and when he comes back."
"Hey Ms. Eva, is that side of warg still hanging in the freezer or have we used it all? If any is left would you like to do a joint following Eruwens recipe?"
"Too bad that short figure left only drinking our common bar beer, had he waited he was due some of Gimli's Finest; oh well, maybe we'll catch him if and when he comes back."
Grondy the goblet is for you and I wouldn't mind a dram of that wine that the others seem to be having a pleasure of. I've been tracking a pack of orcs and when I finaly found them they had a hoard of treasures, most I gave back to the King, but I kept a few for friends, I count you as one of them. Anyone who does me a good turn I count as a friend.
Now would you and all the patrons be interested in this, and Maydmarion pulls out a box containing what looked like a cake. I thought this might be good after I've had a meal and I would like to share.
Elisa Took, one of the hobbits over in the Shire made this for me, it's made of some sort of bean they ground it down, it's very rich and sweet, please all of you, have a slice...Maydmarion cuts the cake and hands it out.
Now would you and all the patrons be interested in this, and Maydmarion pulls out a box containing what looked like a cake. I thought this might be good after I've had a meal and I would like to share.
Elisa Took, one of the hobbits over in the Shire made this for me, it's made of some sort of bean they ground it down, it's very rich and sweet, please all of you, have a slice...Maydmarion cuts the cake and hands it out.
Calin trys some of the cake with a sip of the wine from downcellar. This is excellent. I think we should make this a special occasion meal for the special occasions of the inn. If we were judging I would give this a 9.5 because nothing is perfect.
Eva takes a sliver of the cake as she nods. "Yes, Mr. Grondy, I believe that we do have some Warg left. I'll get on Eruwen's warg recipie as soon as I finish this piece of cake."
"My favorite -- dessert before the meal, especially when it's as wonderful as this. Maydmarion, this cake is excellent. Compliments to the shire folk!" Eruwen finished the last bite and set the crumbs down for Claw to finish. "It certainly enhances the taste of this beautiful wine too." Eruwen leaned back in her chair and patted her stomach. "I sure am looking forward to that warg meat, Grondy and Eva. What a feast we are going to have! I haven't eaten like this since I left Mirkwood."
We should have a party more often, with each of us bringing something, be it food, a recipe, a game, or whatever you would like...
Ms Eva the coffee was superb and I would'nt say no to some warg met myself
"Thank you for this beautiful goblet Maydmarion, I'll save it for special occasions, like the drinking of this fine wine, and will remember you whenever I do," said the smiling Grondy . He then poured some of the wine for his friend, "Enjoy!"
"Caaakkke! Yes please! You can't say Grondy ever passed up a piece of cake when it was offered. Thank you. MMMnnn, that is good cake."
"Caaakkke! Yes please! You can't say Grondy ever passed up a piece of cake when it was offered. Thank you. MMMnnn, that is good cake."
I dont think there will be any more contest entries coming in grondy. Ever since Eva did her poem no one has really tried. but mabye another contest or something else to mabye bring back customers?
Could we describe ourselves and pretend to be someone famous, the other patrons have to guess who we are??? Haven't thought out all the rules perhaps someone could come with some.
ie. certain amount of words, etc...
ie. certain amount of words, etc...
*gimli waves his hands in an arbitrary manner sorta towards grondy though not really*
Carry on carry on! Doing good! Great great.
Where the hell did I put my tankard??
*gimli sticks his head under the tap for a quick drink and then slides back under the bar to his normal resting spot*
Carry on carry on! Doing good! Great great.
Where the hell did I put my tankard??
*gimli sticks his head under the tap for a quick drink and then slides back under the bar to his normal resting spot*
"Welcome back Gimli, don't you remember, your tankard got crushed that time you tried to lift the house troll one handed and slipped. Oh well, all was not lost, for I tried to straighten it out; though now it does seem to dribble a bit, not that you'd notice, seeings how you drink from it anyway, like you wet your ears with each and every swig."
"Yes, it looks like the Tavern Song Contest went over like a mithril balloon. Still I'll leave it open until Midnight (GMT) Tuesday, just in case someone has been procrastinating; and will anounce the winner on Friday. Due to the dearth of entries, I will be the sole judge and all decisions will be final."
"A Guess Who I Am? contest might work better as a game in the Ivy Bush Tavern, though it does have possiblities. Please see if you can come up with rules and methodology to hold it in either venue."
"Yes, it looks like the Tavern Song Contest went over like a mithril balloon. Still I'll leave it open until Midnight (GMT) Tuesday, just in case someone has been procrastinating; and will anounce the winner on Friday. Due to the dearth of entries, I will be the sole judge and all decisions will be final."
"A Guess Who I Am? contest might work better as a game in the Ivy Bush Tavern, though it does have possiblities. Please see if you can come up with rules and methodology to hold it in either venue."
