Golden Perch Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Kath · 08-18-2006, 10:39 AM

Hey, I'm probably not going to have net access for the next week so Mith, if you wouldn't mind writing for my Cir? I'll be back on Thursday, thanks!

Mithalwen · 08-18-2006, 12:10 PM

Sorry yes no problem .. real life has been bowling googlies but should ease up now....

Mithalwen · 08-21-2006, 01:59 PM

at last ..sorry, I have posted for the Cirs and now have the irresistable urge to go home and have mushrooms on toast for supper...

Thanks Undome for the interraction - will have the twins explore after a few more posts are up.....

Kath · 08-23-2006, 07:01 PM

Looks like I'll have to read what's been going on! Just popping in to say I'm back.

Tam Lin · 08-23-2006, 07:42 PM

Looking forward to gaming on the Barrow-Downs.

Will bring Tavaro to The Golden Perch soon -

NAME: Tavrobelion, his original name (or at least one of them); Most often called Tavaro now

AGE: Quite old

RACE: Elven

GENDER: male

WEAPONS: None, save for the small knife he uses to sharpen his quills

APPEARANCE: 1.7m (6’7”); 95kg (210lbs); medium frame; finely chiseled facial features; sea-grey eyes; hair dark as a raven’s wing, worn in a long plait down his back. Soft grey green tunic worn over brown breeches and belted with a twice wrapped belt of plain brown leather secured with a worn brass clasp. Knee high boots, brown, scuffed, comfortably worn. Long, hooded grey cloak flecked with browns, blacks, and greens; the clasp is worked in silver and set with mother-of-pearl on its face.

Carries a large brown leather satchel of soft leather filled with pages of parchment and vellum and a small pouch within, holding pens and inkstones and fine sand. Slung over his other shoulder is a larger leather pouch his traveling needs within and a small harp, wrapped in a soft, sea blue, finely woven stole. Uses a tall hawthorn staff as he walks along.

PERSONALITY: An inviting personality; enjoys engaging people in conversation. Thoughtful; given to periods of quiet retreat when he is writing, though he will gladly lay aside his task and call for wine should someone want to talk.

History: Well traveled. Given to collecting tales from whatever local population he finds himself in – prose, verse, song all happily recorded. Has most recently spent time in the Old Forest, east of Buckland, visiting old friends.

08-18-2006, 10:39 AM	#1
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Hey, I'm probably not going to have net access for the next week so Mith, if you wouldn't mind writing for my Cir? I'll be back on Thursday, thanks! __________________ “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

08-18-2006, 12:10 PM	#2
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,463	Sorry yes no problem .. real life has been bowling googlies but should ease up now.... __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace

08-21-2006, 01:59 PM	#3
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,463	at last ..sorry, I have posted for the Cirs and now have the irresistable urge to go home and have mushrooms on toast for supper... Thanks Undome for the interraction - will have the twins explore after a few more posts are up..... __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace Last edited by Mithalwen; 08-22-2006 at 02:35 PM.

08-23-2006, 07:01 PM	#4
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Looks like I'll have to read what's been going on! Just popping in to say I'm back. __________________ “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

08-23-2006, 07:42 PM	#5
Tam Lin Pile O'Bones Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: ...the mirk and midnight hour Posts: 23	Looking forward to gaming on the Barrow-Downs. Will bring Tavaro to The Golden Perch soon - NAME: Tavrobelion, his original name (or at least one of them); Most often called Tavaro now AGE: Quite old RACE: Elven GENDER: male WEAPONS: None, save for the small knife he uses to sharpen his quills APPEARANCE: 1.7m (6’7”); 95kg (210lbs); medium frame; finely chiseled facial features; sea-grey eyes; hair dark as a raven’s wing, worn in a long plait down his back. Soft grey green tunic worn over brown breeches and belted with a twice wrapped belt of plain brown leather secured with a worn brass clasp. Knee high boots, brown, scuffed, comfortably worn. Long, hooded grey cloak flecked with browns, blacks, and greens; the clasp is worked in silver and set with mother-of-pearl on its face. Carries a large brown leather satchel of soft leather filled with pages of parchment and vellum and a small pouch within, holding pens and inkstones and fine sand. Slung over his other shoulder is a larger leather pouch his traveling needs within and a small harp, wrapped in a soft, sea blue, finely woven stole. Uses a tall hawthorn staff as he walks along. PERSONALITY: An inviting personality; enjoys engaging people in conversation. Thoughtful; given to periods of quiet retreat when he is writing, though he will gladly lay aside his task and call for wine should someone want to talk. History: Well traveled. Given to collecting tales from whatever local population he finds himself in – prose, verse, song all happily recorded. Has most recently spent time in the Old Forest, east of Buckland, visiting old friends. __________________ And pleasant is the faerie land / But an eerie tale to tell, / Ay at the end of seven years / We pay a tithe to Hell; / I am sae fair and fu’ o’ flesh, / I'm fea’rd it be mysel’… Last edited by Tam Lin; 05-08-2011 at 03:04 PM.

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