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Lightfoot took a bite of her food and nodded along slightly.
"Yes, unfortunately it does. And I am Lightfoot, Lady Eruwen. Pleasure to make your aquaintence."
LOL! I love the 34-deck card game, Amarie!!! I'd love to see someone try to do that, elf or no!
Hehehe, I suspect you would need a large table, a lot of time and huuuge hands to play it. Wink Smilie

"An ale would be nice, yes. Thank you ms Laurel." Amari’ puts the pile of cards down. "I don't think I will win this game, i only have 379 or so cards left and it doesn't look good. Maybe I should let i be for a while and go geet the newcomers. They look a bit depressed." Amari’ steps over Loni, walks around a few drunks and arrives safely by Eruwen and Adreias table. She makes a polite bow.

"Greetings ladies. My name is Amari’, you many have noticed the big wagon outside? I make my living by training and selling or renting out all sorts of strange beasts and creatures. I have chosen this place as a base of operation, mostly because of the strange and amusing types of people that comes by. Highly entertaining! You two seems oddly normal though, may I ask what brings you by these parts of the land?"
But before they could answer Amarie, the doors of the inn flew open and then closed behind a fair stranger. All eyes turned towards the door to get a better look at the intruder. But then intruder had his eyes searching for something else. His face clearly showed that he was worried and was in great haste.

His eyes rested on Amarie, he gave a sigh of relief, went upto her and whispered in her ear, "Sis, you better come out to the wagon. The creatures are going berserk and I'm not being able to control them. And moreover," his voiced lowered more, "I have a bad feeling about this."
"You fed the balrog chilly peppers and unpopped pop corn, didn't you? You know what that does to his tummy! No wonder the others are going beserk!" Amari’ sighs. "Men! And even worse: Younger brothers! Nothing but trouble, why did I let mom talk me into letting him work for me? Sure he is good at dealing with orcs, but honestly... Forgive me ladies, I will be back shortly." Then she hurries out the door.
Eruwen, a bit unsettled by all the stimulation, downed her drink in one swig. Normal, she thought to herself, what is normalcy really? "Pleasure to meet you, Lightfoot." She looked over at the front door and window where flashes of light were blinding the patrons of the Inn. The front door bowed inward a bit and the glass was clouded over from what seemed to be the breathing of a very large animal. Eruwen stood up, remorseful that her evening of moping did not seem to be amounting to the reflection she longed for, but then again, that's all she ever did since she only wandered on her own. She quickly removed her sword from the scabbard strapped to her back and walked toward the door.
"Excuse me Lady Eruwen," whispered Grondy from under a table near the door as she approached, "but before you exterminate any of Amarie's stock, please make sure she needs your help. I'd hate to think a minor misunderstanding caused her financial hardship. Besides, I think she likes you," he concluded with a wink.
Eruwen leaned in to listen to the Master of the Inn. "Don't worry, sir," she said as she placed a hand softly on his shoulder. "I certainly would never kill any of Am’rie’s animals...or, uh, livestock... without her express permission." She glanced toward the door, which now seemed to breathe on its own. "I'm just planning on taking a little peek outside to make sure everyone is okay. After all, there does seem to be quite the ruckus outside. Thanks for the warning though." And with that she straightened up and slowly opened the door just a crack, just enough to see what was taking place outside.
Rhapsody listened to all the strange tales about creatures and wondered where the ranger Lightfoot was stationed before. Surely she was not around from her area she recently patrolled. Satisfied with her dark and gloomy corner she leaned back and enjoyed all the tales that were told to those who were willing to listen.
Lightfoot looked around boredly. She glanced to Rhapsody for a moment, then looked outside. She missed Gondor so much...everything about it. She sighed some and rubbed her forehead lightly.
ok go back a page and look closely at he last 3 posts (not including mine) and tell me if i'm losing my mind...
Turin, if you are talking about the discontinuity in the posts from the previous storyline, chill, its a RPG and in an RPG you write about your character only. So sadly, it doesn't turn out to be a smooth story. And that's why I don't like RPG's!
RPGs are usually all about oh I am such a super hero with eyes that look like the sea seen from the moon with drops of liquid moon beams. This is just for fun and sillyness. You should try and read more pages of this thread to get the feel of it, and if you are lucky you will find a post or two of Halo Black. She is hybernating in the ceiling somewhere I belive. This tread is great. Sing a song and have a drink. Smile Smilie

After a lot of noise and flashes of light, things calm down and a black figure comes walking. As it comes closer you can see that it is a slightly burned Amarie coverd in soot and ash. She strolls past Eruwen, nods a hello and finds Grondy still hiding under the table. "Excuse me master dwarf. No need to hide anymore. Balrog is sleeping quietly, he only needed to burp a little. A little loud perhaps. But now I am making black footprints on Laurels clean floors, could you arrange a bath for me perhaps? I would have used the water spirits, but they had to do their best to keep the stables and wagon and, well everything, from going up in flames, they are quite tired now."

Then she scans the room for her brother and points her finger at him as only a commanding big sister can. "And YOU are going to round up the wargs and the unicorns again. NOW!" Then she sighs. "Brothers..."
Eruwen looked at Amari’ with amazement and coughed a bit as the soot floated off of Amari’ and into her own face. She slid her sword back into its scabbard and actually found herself laughing at the whole situation, something she had not done for quite sometime. She had never seen anything like it. She shook her head and made her way back to the table at which Lightfoot was sat. "Well, that was quite interesting. Was it not?" She asked for another round of drinks for herself and Lightfoot. "Where are you from, Lady Lightfoot?" she asked as she bit into a Watcher Ring, felt a great burden lifting, and actually began to enjoy herself and the characters around her.
"Aye Amari’, you may use one of our private washrooms. Just ask the dragonkin to heat some water for you and after she leaves, be sure to bar the door so you don't embarass any wandering inebriates. Elf Winking Smilie Bubbley bath, soap, scrapers, oils, and towels can be found on the stand beside the tub. If you want to use our sauna, it is across the hall from the washrooms, but you will have to ask the dragonkin to heat the stones for you.

If you desire a drink while in the sauna, ring the bell and Laurel will knock and serve you through the small window box which acts as a steam-lock (similar to those that will have been designed for spaceship air-locks’I got the idea from E’rendil's Vingilot.)"
Don't wonder about the disappearance of Amarie's oh-not-so-"little" brother. I had a cameo role in this RPG. Enjoy!
You were only casuing trouble anyway, little brother. Wink Smilie But it was nice having you here.
Amari’ sighed happily. "A bubble bath! Oh how delightful! But I think the sauna will have to wait, I have had enough of heat and fumes for one day, but I will keep it in mind."

She stands still for a moment, listening. "I hear my brother has brought back the wargs. Goody, then I can rest." She leans over and whispers to Grondy. "How long do you think it will take before he realizes that I never had any unicorns? That'll teach him to mess with my darling creatures. But if he does bring back a unicorn, that would be great." Amari’ hums happily as she makes her way to the washroom, leaving a trail of soot as she walks.

Turin, if you are talking about the discontinuity in the posts from the previous storyline, chill, its a RPG and in an RPG you write about your character only. So sadly, it doesn't turn out to be a smooth story. And that's why I don't like RPG's!

Actually that wasn't even close to what i was thinking, look closer buddy... look at the dates of the posts...
Lol, time travel! Right here in our own forum. Must be a time sone thing, but it sure looks funny. Wink Smilie
If you go back and edit your post to correct a spelling error or something (please don't do this to make the following poster's comments look stupid) the date will change to when you made the edit.

'Now then, I've got some lovely pig weed, sting nettles, poison oak, and poison ivy greens; anyone care to partake in a fresh salad with red onions, black olives, and an oil and citron juice dressing?"
Lightfoot nodded slightly, tipping her chair back onto two legs while crossing her feet up on the table.
"Indeed that was interesting. And I am from Gondor...please, my title is not Lady. And where are you from, Lady Eruwen?"
"Well, no need to call me 'Lady' then. 'Your highness' will do just fine." Eruwen paused a moment for Lightfoot's reaction and then said, "No, no, no. Not really." She smiled. "Please, just call me Eruwen." She wiped her hands on her pants before offering one in greeting. "Gondor, eh? I'm not very well acquainted with it. I'm from Mirkwood actually." She looked around the Inn and saw a square for playing darts in the far corner. "Hey, do you play darts, Lady...I mean Lightfoot?" She looked around to see who would be interested in holding the target for them.
The drunken dwarf blundered past and spilt ale all over them both. "DWWWWAAAARVEEEEN ALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and prompted fainted. Right on their toes.
Lightfoot blinked some, wiping ale from her eyes. She looked down at the dwarf, picking her up with one hand. She shook Eruwen's hand with the other.
"Aye, Gondor...the best realm in Middle-earth, if you ask me. Mirkwood's not so bad though. Wow, dwarves sure have a lot of energy..."
Lightfoot set the dwarf down in a nedarby chair, then glanced to Eruwen.
"Tell me about yourself...Eruwen."
Grondy hustled out with some wet and dry towels which he handed to the Lady and Lightfoot to clean the spew from themselves. "Sorry about that," he said, "she hasn't yet been house-broken. If one of you would deem to do the job, the rest our clientele would be quite appreciative," he added with a wink. "Can I get you anything else, a refill perhaps, it'll be on the house?"
The dwarf got up. "WHO'S NOT HOUSEBROKEN??? DWWAAAARVEEEEN AAALEEE!!!!!" And she promptly lay underneath the ale barrel and turned on the tap. "EURGH!!!! MIRKWOOD AND GONDORIAN ALE MIXED TOGETHER!!!!" and went to the next barrel. Actually the first barrel was the dwarven ale.
Eruwen thanked the Master of the Inn for the towels and said that a refill would be greatly appreciated. "In need of housebreaking, eh?" It was then that an idea popped into her head. She laughed with a bit of annoyance at the dwarf, picked her up by her collar and started dragging her to the dart square. She motioned to Lightfoot to follow, "Would you like to play? This dwarf can serve as our target keeper." She then remembered Lightfoot's question, "Oh, and not much to tell about me really," she said as she propped the dwarf against the wall. "Let's just say I'm no longer welcomed in the Halls of Thranduil." With that said, she winked at Lightfoot. "How about you?" she asked, and then she turned and pointed a dart at the dwarf.
Lightfoot snickered slightly, keeping a dart in hand.
"Not much about me either. I'm just a Ranger from Gondor."
She smiled, watching Eruwen, at least a head and a half above her.
Psssst. Our guidelines say that in RPGs you cannot move or speak for anyone except your own character(s) unless the other person agrees. Just a wee reminder.

Amarie came from her refreshing bath, clean and humming happily. She heads over to the bar to order a drink. "Hello Laurel, a 'Balrog on the beach' please." She leans on the counter while waiting and glances over at Eruwen and Lightfoot. "I guess they never heard the expression 'let sleeping dwarves lie', huh Laurel?" she says with a grin.
Ah, yes, yes, ty Amarie Smile Smilie

Lightfoot let the dart fall from her hands as she looked at the dwarf.
"Are you sure we should be doing this, Eruwen?It doesn't seem right.."
I'm not in this RPG, but I was reading it for the first time, and Loni is cracking me up!
I know! Loni is hilarious!

Okay, so, I figured that technically I wasn't saying that the dwarf walked across the room to meet us or anything like that, and that maybe if I picked her up and dragged her (being as drunk as she is) that she didn't have much of a choice. Of course, now that I am pointing a dart at her, she has the choice to do whatever she wants. Was I wrong in thinking this? that we are on the topic of doing things for other characters...Adreia, how do you know Lightfoot is a head and a half taller than Eruwen? Eruwen is extremely tall, about 6'2" to be exact. Is Lightfoot really that much taller than she? She can be...I just thought I would point it out.

Eruwen turned to Lightfoot, "What do you mean it doesn't seem right? The Master said she needed housebreaking, didn't he?" Eruwen didn't really have any intention of hurting the dwarf anyway; she just wanted to scare her a little, that is, if the dwarf was sober enough to even realize what was going on.
Anyone may join in this RPG at anytime Ulmo lord of waters, all you have to do is sing a song for the current customers of the Inn. See Gimli's Quote in this thread's first post.

"And here's your refill Eruwen, enjoy!"
I read Adreia post as 'Lightfoot was looking up at Eruwen'. And see? Now you got a bit annoyed because you felt Adreia had decided something about your character that you had not agreed to. If it is ok for you to move Loni around as you like, then it would be ok for Adreia to decide that you are short. See my point and the reason for the guidelines? You know I am right, just admit it. Wink Smilie
I'll never admit it! Wink Smilie

Amarie, deciding I'm short is not the same as dragging a drunkard across a room. I certainly expect Loni to either fight back and not allow me to do what I am doing or to be so drunk not to care. I know RPG guidelines, and I didn't think what I did was a problem...but oh well. Why don't we wait to see what the drunken dwarf is going to do about all this hullaballoo (love that word)?
"Aye, Miss Amarie, I think Loni never did hear that one 'bout the sleeping's your drink. Glad that balrog soot came off easy." Laurel came out from behind the bar and proceeded over to Eruwen, Lightfoot and the drunken Loni. "Now, now, we can't have an 'honorable' dwarf like Loni here sprawled out on the floor like some heathen orc or some such thing...if she needs housebreaking, I happen to know a nice trick for such a thing-it's called being 'cut-off'! Here, Loni, drink this." Laurel handed Loni a small cask containing the last of her Sober Serum(a family recipe), then she asked Eruwen and Lightfoot to remove their footwear. "That way, you both are not so intimidating to the hobbit and dwarf patrons, being so tall and all...which reminds me...I know a great song about tall folk..." She mounted an empty table and began.

"Oh, far away, on a bleary day
a maid set out in search of love
She met a giant, to love he was not defiant,
but due to his height, he towered above
She found a ladder, but became sadder
as she discovered it wasn't tall enough
to reach his lips-she came up to his hips!
so a kiss was as elusive as a dove
She despaired, but they were paired
and love would not be quelled by height,
so she on a hill and he stooping still
were happily married that very night!"
Rhapsody raised her tankard in a silent praise. Inwardly she chuckled about what happened. It was most certainly never boring with a dwarf around!
The inn door slammed wide open, and in popped a dwarf with scruffy, brown hair and a braided beard. An axe and a hamemr crossed on his back. "Ooh! Looks like Ham's joining a party! Time to sing a song....hmmm...I hope this one will do!"

"Near where the gods walk,
Near where animals talk,
A great song is sung,
The song from my tongue.
Taste the water so fine,
The water made into wine
With grapes of the plumpest kind
Only the gods know where to find!"

Will that be good enough to get me at least a tall mug of ale?
Rhapsody gestured , in her own and silent way: please give this good dwarf your finest Ale!
Amarie applauded the nice songs and greeted the new dwarf. "Good song, good song. I am sure Grondy will reward you with a taste of 'Gimlis finest'."

She took a sip of her 'Balrog on the beach' drink and laughed and shook her head as she watched them try their best to housebreak Loni. "I have trained and tamed a lot of creatures in my life, but that dwarf there will do things her own way no matter what."
Aye-yup, that was a great song Master Ham, if I heard your name right. Here's a tankard O Gimli's Finest for ye. Enjoy!
Eruwen laughed wholeheartedly at Laurel's song, and set the dart down to applaud. "Hear, hear!" she cried. "Oh, I'm just playing with the dwarf," said Eruwen. "I hope she doesn't take it to heart...or perhaps won't even remember what happened." Eruwen looked down at her leather, flat-soled boots. "Somehow I doubt removing my footwear is going to make any difference in my height, Miss." Then she added with a nudge and a wink, "Keep in mind that it has been many moons since these shoes have been removed, and I highly doubt you would want me to do it here."

Eruwen proceeded to look around for another target keeper when, as luck would have it, another dwarf walked in the Inn. She could only smile to herself.
Rhapsody gave Eruwen a curious glance. 'Playing with dwarves?' She only liked to play with her own kin and those were most certainly not dwarves. "These folks are surely interesting." Rhapsody spoke to herself.
Loni spoke up, starting to get a teensy weensy little bit more sober. "THERE'S ONLY ONE DWARF ROUND HERE, NO MORE DWARVES GOING TO WALK IN HERE TONIGHT!!!!!! EXCEPT BORING ONES!!!!!!!" She looked at grondy. "YOU KNOw, ERUWHINE, YOU LIKE PLAYING WITH DWARVES, BUT I LIKE PLAYING WITH ELVES!!!!!!!! And other such peoples, but Elves are more fun." And she picked Eruwen up and proceeded to aim her at the dartboard, but fainted just in time. THUD!!!!!!!
Amarie laughed so hard that she spilled her drink. "That's what you get for messing with sleeping dwarves. A dose of your own medicine and a little bit extra." She wiped a tear from her eye. "Now that's entertainment. Come Eruwen, let sleeping dwarves lie and let my buy you a drink and some Spicy Balrog Wings." She smiled to herself. " 'I like playing with elves', priceless."

Hahahahaaaa! Brilliant, Loni, brilliant! Thumbs Up Smilie
With her back turned to the drunk dwarf, Eruwen was greatly astonished when she felt herself being lifted into the air. It wasn't very long before she realized she was falling to the floor though, and both the elf and the dwarf landed with a thud. Eruwen, being a bit drunk, rolled off the dwarf and onto her knees, laughing hysterically along with the other customers of the Inn. "Amarie, don't think this will make me stop playing with dwarves though," she said shaking a finger at Amarie in jest while trying to catch her breath from laughing so hard, "not when the crowd reacts so well." She prodded the dwarf a bit to see if she could rouse her, but realized it was of no use, so she sat down with a huge sigh at Amarie's table. "A drink would be lovely," she said whilst rubbing her backside; she winced a little knowing that a bruise was forming. ’I still want to play darts though’minus the dwarves for now, I suppose. Anyone up for it?’ She looked over at Lightfoot, "Would you like to join us here for another round of drinks?"

I knew Loni would have a great comeback! Smile Smilie I agree, Amarie Thumbs Up Smilie
"I suppose now there is only one fun dwarf!" Ham laughed as he nudged Loni's body with his foot. "Yep, out cold!" He took a swig of his ale and grinned with satisfaction.
Hahahahaaaa! Brilliant, Loni, brilliant!

Next time we can have a elf-tossing competition!!!!!!! I'll let you lot liven up the party a bit. I've been hogging it so far, and besides, I'd better leave a little more time for getting conscious again. I've drank at least eighteen barrels since I came in here!
Grondy winked at Loni and stated, "It's down the hall, first door on the left." And with a chuckle added, "And mind you don't put the seat up when you've finished: I don't want any of the customer's spirits dampened over another of your darn fool tricks."
Okay folks, today I done baked me a birthday cake: Devils Food with Cramy White Frosting. I refrained from adding candles at the request of the local Fire Marshal and the company through which we obtain our fire insurance. Elf With a Big Grin Smilie

Step right up here for a hunk o my birthday cake and the drinks are on me.
A slender Elf maid walks through the door, having to stoop quite a ways to get in. She is not wearing a cloak, as the weather is surprisingly pleasant outside, but is clad from head to toe in a deep shade of blue-green, which matches her eyes. Her boots and belt, as well as the scabbard at her side, however, are a coppery color, matching her fiery red-orange hair, which is partly covered with a bandana of the aforementioned blue-green color. She is also wearing a crimson colored necklace. She looks around and notices the sign above the bar. Due to much abuse, possibly by thrown axes and large amounts of water, it reads: LL NE CO ERS UST SI G. She raises her eyebrows and looks questioningly at the bartender.
’I assume it means sing?’ she asks.
Getting a nod, the cheerful-looking newcomer becomes thoughtful.
’Hmmm’ give me a moment, and I’ll try to come up with something suitable’’
After several minutes of meditative humming and finger tapping, the girl grins widely, springs up on to the stage, and begins to sing’

My first is the last in back and in Took
And part of the difference twixt left and forsook.
My next is the first of both haddock and hook,
My third is but one ere the first that’s in book.
My fourth’s at the end, the last of them all,
The fifth is the third, for those that recall.
For the sixth and the seventh, the same letter call,
Starting dizzy and drunk, this one’s not hard at all!
For the eighth, here’s an answer, and not just a clue:
When you’re all by yourself, there’s no one but you.
Next is a letter that helps cows go moo
Though they don’t meow or mumble, you’ll find it there, too!
I am the tenth letter, don’t look for me
I can’t be seen, for an I’s how you see.
My eleventh is neither in foul nor in free,
Gollum uses this one a lot, you’ll agree.
My twelfth is its own self divided by six,
My thirteenth the tenth one thrown into the mix.
My last are both second when you’re ’in a fix’
And at the ’n’d of where I get my kicks.
When you solve this riddle, you’ll have in your hand
The name of the inn that will never be bland.
So if you walk alone or roam in a band
Make your way to this tavern, the best in the land!

Now, if I’m initiated to everyone’s satisfaction, I’d like to ask for some of that cake. I was also wondering if there were any positions open here (e.g. barmaid, designated pink oliphaunt driver, etc.)?
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