**Birthday Party in the Barrow** (May, 2005) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Hookbill the Goomba · 05-01-2005, 03:10 PM

Hookbill, was amused by this little poem and decided to add another small one of his own.

But alas! With old Davem gone,
Where shall our drink come from?
For all our songs, who here can boast
We all still await, our esteemed host!
So, with Davem, let us not start a fight
Instead, let us await The Barow Wight!

Hookbill bowed to the small group of Wights who had heard his poem.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 05-01-2005, 03:15 PM

"Yeah," Fea said with not a little bit of amusement shimmering in her hazel eyes, and her cheeks flushed with laughter. "Where is our host? Dreadfully impolite, not to even roll out of bed to greet his guests. For all he knows, we could be sneaking off with all his treasures." She laughed merrily, turning to Formendacil. "Of course I'd like a drink." she winked at him. "So kind of you to offer. I'd just love a Fresca. My favorite soda, you know."

Hookbill the Goomba · 05-01-2005, 03:18 PM

"Ah, Fea," cried Hookbill, "Have you not heard of being 'fashionably late'?" Fea shook her head ad Hookbill took out his flute again and played a very short, yet cheery, tune. "But yes, if he were to arrive now, it would be less than fashionable. Unless, of course, he has a ring of power and is already here! Or perhaps he is pursuing Davem for the wine he took."

davem · 05-01-2005, 03:24 PM

Davem staggers in, recites a dirty limmerick about the Barrow Wight & an amorous lady troll, challenges everyone to a fight & collapses in a sozzled heap in the corner...

Hookbill the Goomba · 05-01-2005, 03:32 PM

After pocking Davem with a stick proved to be less fun than previously expected, Hookbill got to his 'feet' and yawned. Back in his old time period, the sun had set hours ago and the moon was already high. Taking his flute one more time, Hookbill played a small tune to get the attention of anyone who'd give it to him.

"Fare you all well!

To you all, May you're days never grow thin
But, Davem, please go easy on the gin!
Would you Give my regards to our host?
That, in happiness, he may have the most,
Of course, I'm sure of him we're all a big fan
But just wait till you see The Saucepan man!
May this celebration not be fell
Farewell!"

littlemanpoet · 05-01-2005, 03:40 PM

"Great goodbye there, Hookbill! May your hangover be ever so gentle in the morning!"

The party goers seemed to be either leaving or plowing into "first supper", so LMP snuck out the door for a bit of fresh air, counting on being back before long.

littlemanpoet · 05-01-2005, 03:29 PM

"You do know the way to a matron's heart. Praise me and I'll have little to say. But mention my "children"--the flesh and blood ones, or the ones in print--and I'll definitely forgive your earlier nonsense."

"Nonsense? I'm just channeling Eodwine of the Gap myself!" LMP winked. "Hmmm.... Lessee...."

Miz Bella the Tûk from the west
gave all of her students a test:
"Draw me a dragon
with its name tag on
and I'll make one come here as a guest.

Ah, there goes Esty, six or so hours ahead of us western land folk, going beddy bye. Night night, Esty! We'll trink plenty to your health! Be sure!"

05-01-2005, 03:10 PM	#1
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	Hookbill, was amused by this little poem and decided to add another small one of his own. But alas! With old Davem gone, Where shall our drink come from? For all our songs, who here can boast We all still await, our esteemed host! So, with Davem, let us not start a fight Instead, let us await The Barow Wight! Hookbill bowed to the small group of Wights who had heard his poem. __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket... Last edited by Hookbill the Goomba; 05-01-2005 at 03:14 PM.

05-01-2005, 03:18 PM	#3
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	"Ah, Fea," cried Hookbill, "Have you not heard of being 'fashionably late'?" Fea shook her head ad Hookbill took out his flute again and played a very short, yet cheery, tune. "But yes, if he were to arrive now, it would be less than fashionable. Unless, of course, he has a ring of power and is already here! Or perhaps he is pursuing Davem for the wine he took." __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket...

05-01-2005, 03:24 PM	#4
davem Illustrious Ulair Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: In the home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names,and impossible loyalties Posts: 4,240	Davem staggers in, recites a dirty limmerick about the Barrow Wight & an amorous lady troll, challenges everyone to a fight & collapses in a sozzled heap in the corner... __________________ “Everything was an object. If you killed a dwarf you could use it as a weapon – it was no different to other large heavy objects."

05-01-2005, 03:32 PM	#5
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	After pocking Davem with a stick proved to be less fun than previously expected, Hookbill got to his 'feet' and yawned. Back in his old time period, the sun had set hours ago and the moon was already high. Taking his flute one more time, Hookbill played a small tune to get the attention of anyone who'd give it to him. "Fare you all well! To you all, May you're days never grow thin But, Davem, please go easy on the gin! Would you Give my regards to our host? That, in happiness, he may have the most, Of course, I'm sure of him we're all a big fan But just wait till you see The Saucepan man! May this celebration not be fell Farewell!" __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket...

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05-01-2005, 03:15 PM	#2
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	"Yeah," Fea said with not a little bit of amusement shimmering in her hazel eyes, and her cheeks flushed with laughter. "Where is our host? Dreadfully impolite, not to even roll out of bed to greet his guests. For all he knows, we could be sneaking off with all his treasures." She laughed merrily, turning to Formendacil. "Of course I'd like a drink." she winked at him. "So kind of you to offer. I'd just love a Fresca. My favorite soda, you know."

05-01-2005, 03:40 PM	#6
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	"Great goodbye there, Hookbill! May your hangover be ever so gentle in the morning!" The party goers seemed to be either leaving or plowing into "first supper", so LMP snuck out the door for a bit of fresh air, counting on being back before long.

05-01-2005, 03:29 PM	#7
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	"You do know the way to a matron's heart. Praise me and I'll have little to say. But mention my "children"--the flesh and blood ones, or the ones in print--and I'll definitely forgive your earlier nonsense." "Nonsense? I'm just channeling Eodwine of the Gap myself!" LMP winked. "Hmmm.... Lessee...." Miz Bella the Tûk from the west gave all of her students a test: "Draw me a dragon with its name tag on and I'll make one come here as a guest. Ah, there goes Esty, six or so hours ahead of us western land folk, going beddy bye. Night night, Esty! We'll trink plenty to your health! Be sure!"