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The Perilous Poet
Join Date: Apr 2002
Location: Heart of the matter
Posts: 1,062
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And the season turned into another one, and he healed slowly. The Inn took much of his time as he was prevented from thought of adventure by mundane details. Yet still he conversed with his allies, still they kept watch.
He strengthened his eyes and ears in the City gradually, and certain people who may have forgotten his touch became aware again that games were afoot. The Innkeeper was restless, yet his friends bade him steady. Estelyn allowed him some brief practise with the sword, yet they were of too high a skill to spar for long, and he abhorred the use of the thing in any case. He busied himself cleaning out the stables and pestering Olaf. Still, when the summer came, a glint in the Innkeepers eye told his closest that business would soon have to be attended. ************** Stories unfolded and flowered in the Inn, and Rimbaud was pleased that his convalescence allowed him some time to listen to the tales. But the call had gone out, and he had only to wait for the allies to come, before action would take place.
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Stormdancer of Doom
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In the shadows by the fireplace, a nose twitched and wiskers quivered. Many crumbs had fallen, and the mouse was sleek, though restless at times. Shadows flickered on the walls, and memories flickered in the old room even as the grey-clad servants went noiselessly about their business.
The common room would empty soon, and the mouse planned his evening's trek; the old sea-captain had dropped plenty of crumbs and spilled some beer.
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Stormdancer of Doom
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The door opened, and a very small figure entered. He looked around at the dark room, quiet and rather dusty, and noted the movements of the nearly-invisible wait-staff.
He climbed into a chair, and one of the waiters approached him, sparing a puzzled glance that a halfling would have strayed into the land of Gondor. "Wine, please," said the hobbit. The wine appeared quietly, and the hobbit took the glass and raised it. "Dear Mister Frodo, and old Mister Bilbo-- both mighty in deed, skilful with pen and song. Happy birthday." He slowly sipped the wine. |
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Cryptic Aura
Join Date: May 2002
Posts: 6,003
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Hail Gondorians! Please check out Fordim Hedgethistle's new game, Shadow of the West. It is a game of intrigue set in the Second Age and exploring the creation of the Nazgul. Now, how did Rohan come to be the forum where the dark side is explored? I've got dibs on the Queen. ![]() Bethberry
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