The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Valier · 12-20-2005, 12:08 PM

After Penn had filled her belly,she spied the two Dwarves she had met earlier still sitting at their table talking,and drinking.Penn had not had a good conversation in some time.So she decided at that moment to be bold and approach their table for some companionship.

As she walked over ,she hailed the server for a round of ale for herself and the Dwarves."Greetings,Fror and friend.Would you mind terribly if I joined you? You see I have been travelling for sometime and this is the best ale I've ever had,I heared that Dwarves can drink alot of ale.I myself can drink quite a bit.Do you care for a friendly wager?" Penn raised her eyebrow in anticipation,as well as the mugs of ale.

Farael · 12-20-2005, 02:22 PM

"it's the orc," said Farael "I saw him before and I think he's talking to someone else. Try ignoring it, we are safe here. There are more watchful eyes in the Green Dragon Inn than what you would think by sitting there and having an ale or two."

Farael turned around, his back to the orc and smiled at Tindomion "I believe you know my name, but I do not know yours Master elf. I also believe, and I hope you forgive me for my lack of knowledge of your people's customs, that elves are fairly polite people, so why are you frowning and telling me to go if your sister and I were just having a nice conversation?"

"Here's what I think we should do," he went on "I happen to be an archer as well, and a good one at that even if I have not seen combat yet. Would you accept having a little skill competition? perhaps after getting to know each other a little better you will not be so upset that your sister and I" Farael looked at the flower on his tunic "were having a little conversation! Also, Master elf, both your sister and the two of us will be safe from the smelly-one that way."

Rune Son of Bjarne · 12-20-2005, 05:38 PM

Frór looked upon the person who adressed him and then burst in to laughter. . .
"Well If that is all you heard of dwarves I would be dissapointet" he said half laughing. " Denie it, I will not as your information is correct. You see we dwarves are sturborn those mithril shirts that time cannot decay, we could walk from Mordor with out food and still hold our drink better than most men"

Frór leaned back in his chair looking at Penn, hoping for a sign of admiration. . . When he realised this was most likely not to come, he spoke in the most dwarfish tone he could: " A wager you say. Since I have not been drinking so much as master Ibun I will participate in this one, just for the fun. Please sit down and join us"

"Travelling you say, Not by any chance on your way to the Blue Mountains are you?" Frór asked as penn pulled out a chair and joined them.

piosenniel · 12-20-2005, 07:10 PM

~*~ GREEN DRAGON INN FACTS ~*~

The Green Dragon Inn is located in Bywater, just off the Great East-West Road.

It is the 4th Age, year 12. By the Shire Calendar it is year 1433 S.R. (Shire Reckoning).

King Elessar is on the throne of the Reunited Kingdom of Arnor and Gondor.

Mirkwood has been reclaimed by the Elves and is now called Eryn Lasgalen.

Paladdin Took, Pippin’s father, is Thain of the Shire. (Thain is an honorary title for the military leader of the Shire. The title has been held in the Took Family since the position was first established in 3rd Age 1979 with Bucca of the Marish as First Thain.) Paladdin Took dies in year 13, and will be succeeded by his son, Peregrin, ‘Pippin’, Took.

Samwise Gamgee is Mayor of the Shire, having succeeded Will Whitfoot in 1427 S.R.

The Innkeeper, in the Green Dragon Inn of this forum, is: Aman – a young woman from Rohan.

Before her, the Innkeeper was Piosenniel, and before her it was Dwarin, the Dwarf.

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Other ongoing characters in the Inn:

Ruby Brown, Hobbit – not married – server and maid

Buttercup Brownlock, Hobbit – not married – kitchen assistant and maid

Vinca Bunce, widowed, Inn Cook (character played by Piosenniel)

Derufin, General handyman/jack-of-all-trades round the Inn; Man from southwestern Gondor (played by Envinyatar) - AWAY AT PRESENT

Zimzi (Zimziran), wife to Derufin; a skilled potter from Lindon(played by Pio) - AWAY AT PRESENT

Meri - Stablemaster

Tim Woodlock - Stableboy; Wren - his younger sister: humans, originally from Breeland (characters played by Folwren)

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Ongoing characters from outside the Inn:

Halfred Whitfoot – local Shiriff from Bywater and Postmaster for this area of the Shire; his pony’s name is Dumpling.

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Please Note:

No 'SAVES' are allowed in the Inn (except for modifications needed to be made by the Moderators or Innkeeper).

With the exception of the Innkeeper and the Moderators, no OOC (Out Of Character) comments are allowed in the Inn.

Only the Innkeeper, Amanaduial, or the Moderators move the timeline for the Inn forward.

Visitors to the Inn will need to read the posts that come before theirs to get an idea of what time it is in the Shire, what the weather is like, and what is happening.

No violence is allowed in the Inn or on Inn grounds.

Please be familiar with the rules for the Inn and Games in The Red Book of Westmarch, the first topic in the Shire.

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About Elves in Shire RPG's:

Please use this description from Tolkien when crafting an Elf:

Return of the King – Appendix F: Tolkien’s description for the Quendi (The Speakers) – the name given to the Elves by themselves after they first awoke in Middle-earth.

“They were a race high and beautiful, the older Children of the world, and among them the Eldar were as Kings, who now are gone: the People of the Great Journey, the People of the Stars. They were tall, fair of skin and grey-eyed, though their locks were dark, save in the golden house of Finrod; and their voices had more melodies than any mortal voice that is now heard . . .”

Please use this as a guideline for describing your Elven character’s appearance.

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EVERYONE

Please be familiar with The Red Book of Westmarch which gives the rules for posting in the Shire RPG's and in The Green Dragon Inn.

Thanks!

Piosenniel, Shire Moderator

piosenniel · 12-20-2005, 07:11 PM

It's now later in the afternoon in the Shire.

The day is pleasant and sunny.

~*~

Volunteers would be appreciated to set up tables and chairs, gotten from the Common Room, for the party to take place later this evening out in the Inn's front yard, Shire time.

~*~

Arry · 12-20-2005, 07:35 PM

New is brought to the kitchen . . .

Gil and his friends had spent most of the morning practicing for the party tonight, they’d put together a nice list of songs, most of them good to dance to. They were just turning into the little lane that led from the main road to the Inn when Fallon spied smoke billowing up into the sky. The others were hurrying along, intent on cajoling Cook into giving them a little something to tide them over ‘til the evening’s festivities. They were luahing and joking with one another and were paying no attention to the view.

‘Look there!’ said Fallon, pointing to the column of smoke. ‘Something’s burning.’ Gil shaded his eyes with his hand and peered at the smoke. ‘Seems to be near the smokehouse,’ he said. ‘Thank the stars it’s not the barn!’ He took off at a dead run, motioning for the others to follow.

Gil stopped just short of the smokehouse structure; Tomlin, Fallon, and Ferrin, halted just behind him. ‘Well, it’s not on fire,’ Tomlin said, stating the obvious. The others crowded closer to the partially opened door which seemed to be the route for the escaping smoke.

Ferrin inspected the latch, his eyes catching the fact that it seemed to be broken. ‘No accident, this,’ he said, drawing their attention to it. They closed the door tightly and rolled one of the garden’s wheel-barrows up against it to keep it closed. Gil and Tomlin stayed to make sure no one would be getting into it again. And Fallon anf Ferrin ran as quick as they could to the back door of the kitchen.

‘Someone’s broken the latch to the smokehouse and left the door open,’ one of them cried as they tumbled willy-nilly into kitchen proper . . .

Koobdooga · 12-20-2005, 08:19 PM

‘Oh, I don’t know about a wager.’ Ibun’s eyes twinkled as he looked the lass up and down. ‘Now I could be wrong, but you’ve not the build, or so it seems to me, to drink us Dwarves under the table.’ He thumped Fror on the back, showing how solidly his friend was built. ‘But ye can try it if you’ve set your mind to it.’

Ibun motioned a server to bring over a half dozen more mugs, and another pitcher of ale. ‘Now you realize we’ve been drinking since mid morning . . . I think. Isn’t that right Fror? When that Hobbit brewmaster turned up and was giving out free samples.’ Ibun poured the six mugs full of foaming ale. ‘Now you just finish those off, and maybe a half round more, and you’ll be caught up to us.’

He sat down and grinned at her, egging her on. ‘And I suppose I should introduce myself. You’ve already met Fror, it seems. My name is Ibun Lodestone. And you’re Penn, aren’t you? Penn of the ferrets.’ He smiled again and raised his own mug to Fror and then to her.

Folwren · 01-04-2006, 11:49 AM

Tim was busy in stables. There had been another one or two horses brought in, and he had groomed, fed, and watered them. Afterwards, he made rounds about the other stalls, making sure that all of them had water and hay.

When that job was done, he went to look for Wren, to see what she was doing. She had come into the barn directly after him, some time ago, and he felt curious to see what she had been occupying her self with. He climbed the ladder to the loft and peaked over.

There sat his little sister, with a large, cat sitting in her lap. Her head was bent over him, and her little hands both restrained and stroked his damp fur.

"Where'd you get that thing?" Tim asked abruptly. Wren looked up for only a second and then looked back down at her new 'pet'.

"He was inn the kitchen. They were being awful to it, so they gave him to me, because they didn't want it."

"I dare say he'd caused some sort of havoc," Tim replied. Wren only shrugged and went on with her gentle caressing. Tim watched her only a moment longer and then went back down the ladder and towards the door.

Stepping out into the sunlight, he glanced around the Inn yard. Tables were being set up, and many sorts of people were helping do so. He thought hard for a minute, and then remembered clearly talk of a party that night. Then a clear light entered his face and he nodded to himself with a smile. The next moment, he noticed a very tall horse standing tied to a post just beside the road. The animal stood resting its left hind foot, and its eyes blinked calmly and sleepily in the warm afternoon sun. Tim's eyes lit up with admiration of the huge steed.

After only a moment, however, he remembered his job and he walked forward. He had to find the owner of the animal and ask if he should lead him to water and food. As he approached and came to where he could see on the other side of the horse, he saw a young lady stroking the stallions mane. He quickened his steps, but couldn't catch up to her before she'd turned away and gone to speak with another woman. Tim followed her and stopping beside her, he reached out tentitively and plucked her sleeve.

"If you please, ma'am, is that your horse?" he asked.

Naria · 01-04-2006, 03:02 PM

"Why no I haven't my own gown," Naria replied. For you see she was so excited when she left Rohan to find an apprentice that finding a party was not in her mind. She looked over at Penn and wondered if she had an extra dress that would fit. Naria was feeling a bit giddy at the thought of a party. She hadn't been to one since her departure from Rohan one year earlier. It had taken her more time than usual because her horse Flicker had fallen ill and needed some time to recover.

Taking her mind off of the goings on, Naria realized that Farael had not needed her assistance in awhile and wondered where he had gone. While she was scanning the crowd for him she couldn't help take notice of a small boy tugging on Penn's shirt. His attire looked to be of those from a stable boy(his clothing were similar to those worn by stable boys in Rohan). She bent around her horses neck and walked over to him. "Excuse me you must be the young lad that I'm needing." Naria knew that there was going to be quite a few people at the festivities and no one would want a big horse getting in the way. She took the horses guide rope then looked down at the boy and said "Could you please show me the way to the stables? For my horse is in need of food and water." Naria whispered settling swoons in Flicker's ear and waited for the stable boy to take them.

12-20-2005, 07:11 PM	#5
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	It's now later in the afternoon in the Shire. The day is pleasant and sunny. ~~ Volunteers would be appreciated to set up tables and chairs, gotten from the Common Room, for the party to take place later this evening out in the Inn's front yard, Shire time. ~~ Last edited by piosenniel; 12-20-2005 at 07:14 PM.

12-20-2005, 07:35 PM	#6
Arry Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 704	New is brought to the kitchen . . . Gil and his friends had spent most of the morning practicing for the party tonight, they’d put together a nice list of songs, most of them good to dance to. They were just turning into the little lane that led from the main road to the Inn when Fallon spied smoke billowing up into the sky. The others were hurrying along, intent on cajoling Cook into giving them a little something to tide them over ‘til the evening’s festivities. They were luahing and joking with one another and were paying no attention to the view. ‘Look there!’ said Fallon, pointing to the column of smoke. ‘Something’s burning.’ Gil shaded his eyes with his hand and peered at the smoke. ‘Seems to be near the smokehouse,’ he said. ‘Thank the stars it’s not the barn!’ He took off at a dead run, motioning for the others to follow. Gil stopped just short of the smokehouse structure; Tomlin, Fallon, and Ferrin, halted just behind him. ‘Well, it’s not on fire,’ Tomlin said, stating the obvious. The others crowded closer to the partially opened door which seemed to be the route for the escaping smoke. Ferrin inspected the latch, his eyes catching the fact that it seemed to be broken. ‘No accident, this,’ he said, drawing their attention to it. They closed the door tightly and rolled one of the garden’s wheel-barrows up against it to keep it closed. Gil and Tomlin stayed to make sure no one would be getting into it again. And Fallon anf Ferrin ran as quick as they could to the back door of the kitchen. ‘Someone’s broken the latch to the smokehouse and left the door open,’ one of them cried as they tumbled willy-nilly into kitchen proper . . . __________________ If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world – J.R.R. Tolkien

12-20-2005, 08:19 PM	#7
Koobdooga Animated Skeleton Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 33	‘Oh, I don’t know about a wager.’ Ibun’s eyes twinkled as he looked the lass up and down. ‘Now I could be wrong, but you’ve not the build, or so it seems to me, to drink us Dwarves under the table.’ He thumped Fror on the back, showing how solidly his friend was built. ‘But ye can try it if you’ve set your mind to it.’ Ibun motioned a server to bring over a half dozen more mugs, and another pitcher of ale. ‘Now you realize we’ve been drinking since mid morning . . . I think. Isn’t that right Fror? When that Hobbit brewmaster turned up and was giving out free samples.’ Ibun poured the six mugs full of foaming ale. ‘Now you just finish those off, and maybe a half round more, and you’ll be caught up to us.’ He sat down and grinned at her, egging her on. ‘And I suppose I should introduce myself. You’ve already met Fror, it seems. My name is Ibun Lodestone. And you’re Penn, aren’t you? Penn of the ferrets.’ He smiled again and raised his own mug to Fror and then to her. __________________ Outside a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside a dog, it's too dark to read. -- Groucho Marx

01-04-2006, 11:49 AM	#8
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Tim Woodlock Tim was busy in stables. There had been another one or two horses brought in, and he had groomed, fed, and watered them. Afterwards, he made rounds about the other stalls, making sure that all of them had water and hay. When that job was done, he went to look for Wren, to see what she was doing. She had come into the barn directly after him, some time ago, and he felt curious to see what she had been occupying her self with. He climbed the ladder to the loft and peaked over. There sat his little sister, with a large, cat sitting in her lap. Her head was bent over him, and her little hands both restrained and stroked his damp fur. "Where'd you get that thing?" Tim asked abruptly. Wren looked up for only a second and then looked back down at her new 'pet'. "He was inn the kitchen. They were being awful to it, so they gave him to me, because they didn't want it." "I dare say he'd caused some sort of havoc," Tim replied. Wren only shrugged and went on with her gentle caressing. Tim watched her only a moment longer and then went back down the ladder and towards the door. Stepping out into the sunlight, he glanced around the Inn yard. Tables were being set up, and many sorts of people were helping do so. He thought hard for a minute, and then remembered clearly talk of a party that night. Then a clear light entered his face and he nodded to himself with a smile. The next moment, he noticed a very tall horse standing tied to a post just beside the road. The animal stood resting its left hind foot, and its eyes blinked calmly and sleepily in the warm afternoon sun. Tim's eyes lit up with admiration of the huge steed. After only a moment, however, he remembered his job and he walked forward. He had to find the owner of the animal and ask if he should lead him to water and food. As he approached and came to where he could see on the other side of the horse, he saw a young lady stroking the stallions mane. He quickened his steps, but couldn't catch up to her before she'd turned away and gone to speak with another woman. Tim followed her and stopping beside her, he reached out tentitively and plucked her sleeve. "If you please, ma'am, is that your horse?" he asked. __________________ A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. - C.S. Lewis

12-20-2005, 12:08 PM	#1
Valier Twisted Taleswapper Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: somewhere between sanity and insanity Posts: 1,706	Penn approaches Rune's table After Penn had filled her belly,she spied the two Dwarves she had met earlier still sitting at their table talking,and drinking.Penn had not had a good conversation in some time.So she decided at that moment to be bold and approach their table for some companionship. As she walked over ,she hailed the server for a round of ale for herself and the Dwarves."Greetings,Fror and friend.Would you mind terribly if I joined you? You see I have been travelling for sometime and this is the best ale I've ever had,I heared that Dwarves can drink alot of ale.I myself can drink quite a bit.Do you care for a friendly wager?" Penn raised her eyebrow in anticipation,as well as the mugs of ale. __________________ grand return?........

12-20-2005, 02:22 PM	#2
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	"it's the orc," said Farael "I saw him before and I think he's talking to someone else. Try ignoring it, we are safe here. There are more watchful eyes in the Green Dragon Inn than what you would think by sitting there and having an ale or two." Farael turned around, his back to the orc and smiled at Tindomion "I believe you know my name, but I do not know yours Master elf. I also believe, and I hope you forgive me for my lack of knowledge of your people's customs, that elves are fairly polite people, so why are you frowning and telling me to go if your sister and I were just having a nice conversation?" "Here's what I think we should do," he went on "I happen to be an archer as well, and a good one at that even if I have not seen combat yet. Would you accept having a little skill competition? perhaps after getting to know each other a little better you will not be so upset that your sister and I" Farael looked at the flower on his tunic "were having a little conversation! Also, Master elf, both your sister and the two of us will be safe from the smelly-one that way."

12-20-2005, 07:10 PM	#4
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	*~~ GREEN DRAGON INN FACTS ~~* The Green Dragon Inn is located in Bywater, just off the Great East-West Road. It is the 4th Age, year 12. By the Shire Calendar it is year 1433 S.R. (Shire Reckoning). King Elessar is on the throne of the Reunited Kingdom of Arnor and Gondor. Mirkwood has been reclaimed by the Elves and is now called Eryn Lasgalen. Paladdin Took, Pippin’s father, is Thain of the Shire. (Thain is an honorary title for the military leader of the Shire. The title has been held in the Took Family since the position was first established in 3rd Age 1979 with Bucca of the Marish as First Thain.) Paladdin Took dies in year 13, and will be succeeded by his son, Peregrin, ‘Pippin’, Took. Samwise Gamgee is Mayor of the Shire, having succeeded Will Whitfoot in 1427 S.R. The Innkeeper, in the Green Dragon Inn of this forum, is: Aman – a young woman from Rohan. Before her, the Innkeeper was Piosenniel, and before her it was Dwarin, the Dwarf. +++++++++++ Other ongoing characters in the Inn: Ruby Brown, Hobbit – not married – server and maid Buttercup Brownlock, Hobbit – not married – kitchen assistant and maid Vinca Bunce, widowed, Inn Cook (character played by Piosenniel) Derufin, General handyman/jack-of-all-trades round the Inn; Man from southwestern Gondor (played by Envinyatar) - AWAY AT PRESENT Zimzi (Zimziran), wife to Derufin; a skilled potter from Lindon(played by Pio) - AWAY AT PRESENT Meri - Stablemaster Tim Woodlock - Stableboy; Wren - his younger sister: humans, originally from Breeland (characters played by Folwren) +++++++++++ Ongoing characters from outside the Inn: Halfred Whitfoot – local Shiriff from Bywater and Postmaster for this area of the Shire; his pony’s name is Dumpling. _____________________________________________ Please Note: No 'SAVES' are allowed in the Inn (except for modifications needed to be made by the Moderators or Innkeeper). With the exception of the Innkeeper and the Moderators, no OOC (Out Of Character) comments are allowed in the Inn. Only the Innkeeper, Amanaduial, or the Moderators move the timeline for the Inn forward. Visitors to the Inn will need to read the posts that come before theirs to get an idea of what time it is in the Shire, what the weather is like, and what is happening. No violence is allowed in the Inn or on Inn grounds. Please be familiar with the rules for the Inn and Games in The Red Book of Westmarch, the first topic in the Shire. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- About Elves in Shire RPG's: Please use this description from Tolkien when crafting an Elf: Return of the King – Appendix F: Tolkien’s description for the Quendi (The Speakers) – the name given to the Elves by themselves after they first awoke in Middle-earth. “They were a race high and beautiful, the older Children of the world, and among them the Eldar were as Kings, who now are gone: the People of the Great Journey, the People of the Stars. They were tall, fair of skin and grey-eyed, though their locks were dark, save in the golden house of Finrod; and their voices had more melodies than any mortal voice that is now heard . . .” Please use this as a guideline for describing your Elven character’s appearance. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- EVERYONE Please be familiar with The Red Book of Westmarch which gives the rules for posting in the Shire RPG's and in The Green Dragon Inn. Thanks! Piosenniel, Shire Moderator

01-04-2006, 03:02 PM	#9
Naria Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 500	"Why no I haven't my own gown," Naria replied. For you see she was so excited when she left Rohan to find an apprentice that finding a party was not in her mind. She looked over at Penn and wondered if she had an extra dress that would fit. Naria was feeling a bit giddy at the thought of a party. She hadn't been to one since her departure from Rohan one year earlier. It had taken her more time than usual because her horse Flicker had fallen ill and needed some time to recover. Taking her mind off of the goings on, Naria realized that Farael had not needed her assistance in awhile and wondered where he had gone. While she was scanning the crowd for him she couldn't help take notice of a small boy tugging on Penn's shirt. His attire looked to be of those from a stable boy(his clothing were similar to those worn by stable boys in Rohan). She bent around her horses neck and walked over to him. "Excuse me you must be the young lad that I'm needing." Naria knew that there was going to be quite a few people at the festivities and no one would want a big horse getting in the way. She took the horses guide rope then looked down at the boy and said "Could you please show me the way to the stables? For my horse is in need of food and water." Naria whispered settling swoons in Flicker's ear and waited for the stable boy to take them.