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Gil-Galad · 01-02-2006, 01:31 PM

The Grand Eomer of the Rohirrim, our local Scotsmen, perhaps even Stewart of Albany? we shall never know with him, his tale brings us to fighting Pirates and saving gnomes from trees that attack because of meatball sub shortages.

but enough of my crazy stories, i bring you the tale of Sir Eomer of Rohirrim

NARRATOR: The Tale of Sir Eomer.... So each of the knights
went their separate ways. Sir Eomer rode north, through the dark
forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing):
Bravely bold Sir Eomer, rode forth from Rohan.
He was not afraid to die, o Brave Sir Eomer.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Eomer!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Eomer!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged,
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off,
EOMER: That's -- that's, uh, that's enough music for now, lads.
Looks like there's dirty work afoot

ALL HEADS: Halt! Who art thou?
MINSTREL (singing): He is brave Sir Eomer, brave Sir Eomer, who--
EOMER: Shut up! Um, n-n-nobody really, I'm j-just um, just
passing through.
ALL HEADS: What do you want?
MINSTREL (singing): To fight, and--
EOMER: Shut up! Um, oo, n-nothing, nothing really -- I, uh,
j-j-ust to um, just to p-pass through good Sir knight.
ALL HEADS: I'm afraid not!
EOMER: Ah. W-well, actually I am a Knight of the Round Table.
ALL HEADS: You're a Knight of the Round Table?
EOMER: I am.
LEFT HEAD: In that case I shall have to kill you.
MIDDLE HEAD: Shall I?
RIGHT HEAD: Oh, I don't think so.
MIDDLE HEAD: Well, what do I think?
LEFT HEAD: I think kill him.
RIGHT HEAD: Well let's be nice to him.
MIDDLE HEAD: Oh shut up.
LEFT HEAD: Perhaps-
MIDDLE HEAD: And you.
LEFT HEAD: Oh quick get the sword out I want to cut his head off!
RIGHT HEAD: Oh, cut your own head off!
MIDDLE HEAD: Yes, do us all a favor!
LEFT HEAD: What?
RIGHT HEAD: Yapping on all the time.
MIDDLE HEAD: You're lucky, you're not next to him.
LEFT HEAD: What do you mean?
MIDDLE HEAD: You snore.
LEFT HEAD: Oh I don't -- anyway, you've got bad breath.
MIDDLE HEAD: Well its only because you don't brush my teeth.
RIGHT HEAD: Oh stop bitching and let's go have tea.
LEFT HEAD: All right all right all right we'll kill him first
and then have tea and biscuits.
MIDDLE HEAD: Yes.
RIGHT HEAD: Oh, not biscuits.
LEFT HEAD: All right all right not biscuits, but lets kill him
anyway.
ALL HEADS: Right!
LEFT HEAD: He's buggered off!
RIGHT HEAD: So he has, he's scarpered.
MINSTREL (singing): Brave Sir Eomer ran away
EOMER: No!
MINSTREL (singing): Bravely ran away away
EOMER: I didn't!
MINSTREL (singing): When danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled
EOMER: No!
MINSTREL (singing): Yes Brave Sir Eomer turned about
EOMER: I didn't!
MINSTREL (singing): And gallantly he chickened out
Bravely taking to his feet
EOMER: I never did!
MINSTREL (singing): He beat a very brave retreat
EOMER: Oh, lie!
MINSTREL (singing): Bravest of the brave Sir Eomer
EOMER: I never!

Meneltarmacil · 01-02-2006, 03:09 PM

Gil-Galad is best known for his insane, off-the-wall humorous comments, and created the character of Johnny the Stinky Balrog in "Fortunately/Unfortunately." He is also one of the most confusing players of Tol-in-Gaurhoth.

Kath · 01-02-2006, 04:15 PM

Meneltarmacil is a dirty, rotten liar - at least when it comes to werewolf games, of which he is an excellent player. I'm not sure how many times he's been what but as a werewolf he won and I believe he has been on the winning team as an ord too.

He is only a few months older than me at 18 (if my maths is right) and is a student, so is probably under attack from large amounts of work, as well as trying to get into university.

He wants to study paleontology, and gave some very helpful advice when I needed to choose between four dinosaurs, with information about each, so I doubt that will present too much of a problem.

Haunts the Fortunately/Unfortunately thread, creating (and defusing) some truly bizarre situations.

Cailín · 01-02-2006, 04:44 PM

Ooo, Kath.

Well, she is 17, British, college-bound - that is - if she manages to revise for her upcoming exams and participate in the newest Werewolf game simultaneously.

She shares one of my weirdest habits (making little boats out of pieces of paper), is addicted to the Barrowdowns, television and Lord of the Rings and deeply despises her psychology teacher. She distrusts Meneltarmacil more than any other Downer - though I could not explain why - and does not look constantly exasperated, despite evidence suggesting otherwise. She is capable of writing longer PMs than yours truly, which is quite an accomplishment.

If you're interested in finding out more about her, check the What do you assign to Mordor thread, in which she posted no less than 36 psychologically responsible rants.

01-02-2006, 01:31 PM	#1
Gil-Galad Psyche of Prince Immortal Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Above a Parapet Obvious exits are: North, South, and Dennis Posts: 4,734	The Grand Eomer of the Rohirrim, our local Scotsmen, perhaps even Stewart of Albany? we shall never know with him, his tale brings us to fighting Pirates and saving gnomes from trees that attack because of meatball sub shortages. but enough of my crazy stories, i bring you the tale of Sir Eomer of Rohirrim NARRATOR: The Tale of Sir Eomer.... So each of the knights went their separate ways. Sir Eomer rode north, through the dark forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels. MINSTREL (singing): Bravely bold Sir Eomer, rode forth from Rohan. He was not afraid to die, o Brave Sir Eomer. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Eomer! He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away, And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Eomer! His head smashed in and his heart cut out, And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged, And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off, EOMER: That's -- that's, uh, that's enough music for now, lads. Looks like there's dirty work afoot ALL HEADS: Halt! Who art thou? MINSTREL (singing): He is brave Sir Eomer, brave Sir Eomer, who-- EOMER: Shut up! Um, n-n-nobody really, I'm j-just um, just passing through. ALL HEADS: What do you want? MINSTREL (singing): To fight, and-- EOMER: Shut up! Um, oo, n-nothing, nothing really -- I, uh, j-j-ust to um, just to p-pass through good Sir knight. ALL HEADS: I'm afraid not! EOMER: Ah. W-well, actually I am a Knight of the Round Table. ALL HEADS: You're a Knight of the Round Table? EOMER: I am. LEFT HEAD: In that case I shall have to kill you. MIDDLE HEAD: Shall I? RIGHT HEAD: Oh, I don't think so. MIDDLE HEAD: Well, what do I think? LEFT HEAD: I think kill him. RIGHT HEAD: Well let's be nice to him. MIDDLE HEAD: Oh shut up. LEFT HEAD: Perhaps- MIDDLE HEAD: And you. LEFT HEAD: Oh quick get the sword out I want to cut his head off! RIGHT HEAD: Oh, cut your own head off! MIDDLE HEAD: Yes, do us all a favor! LEFT HEAD: What? RIGHT HEAD: Yapping on all the time. MIDDLE HEAD: You're lucky, you're not next to him. LEFT HEAD: What do you mean? MIDDLE HEAD: You snore. LEFT HEAD: Oh I don't -- anyway, you've got bad breath. MIDDLE HEAD: Well its only because you don't brush my teeth. RIGHT HEAD: Oh stop bitching and let's go have tea. LEFT HEAD: All right all right all right we'll kill him first and then have tea and biscuits. MIDDLE HEAD: Yes. RIGHT HEAD: Oh, not biscuits. LEFT HEAD: All right all right not biscuits, but lets kill him anyway. ALL HEADS: Right! LEFT HEAD: He's buggered off! RIGHT HEAD: So he has, he's scarpered. MINSTREL (singing): Brave Sir Eomer ran away EOMER: No! MINSTREL (singing): Bravely ran away away EOMER: I didn't! MINSTREL (singing): When danger reared its ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled EOMER: No! MINSTREL (singing): Yes Brave Sir Eomer turned about EOMER: I didn't! MINSTREL (singing): And gallantly he chickened out Bravely taking to his feet EOMER: I never did! MINSTREL (singing): He beat a very brave retreat EOMER: Oh, lie! MINSTREL (singing): Bravest of the brave Sir Eomer EOMER: I never! __________________ Love doesn't blow up and get killed.

01-02-2006, 03:09 PM	#2
Meneltarmacil Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: The bottom of the ocean, discussing philosophy with a giant squid Posts: 2,254	Gil-Galad is best known for his insane, off-the-wall humorous comments, and created the character of Johnny the Stinky Balrog in "Fortunately/Unfortunately." He is also one of the most confusing players of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. __________________ I ♣ baby seals.

01-02-2006, 04:15 PM	#3
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Meneltarmacil is a dirty, rotten liar - at least when it comes to werewolf games, of which he is an excellent player. I'm not sure how many times he's been what but as a werewolf he won and I believe he has been on the winning team as an ord too. He is only a few months older than me at 18 (if my maths is right) and is a student, so is probably under attack from large amounts of work, as well as trying to get into university. He wants to study paleontology, and gave some very helpful advice when I needed to choose between four dinosaurs, with information about each, so I doubt that will present too much of a problem. Haunts the Fortunately/Unfortunately thread, creating (and defusing) some truly bizarre situations. __________________ “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

01-02-2006, 04:44 PM	#4
Cailín Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Lurking in the shadows. Posts: 711	Ooo, Kath. Well, she is 17, British, college-bound - that is - if she manages to revise for her upcoming exams and participate in the newest Werewolf game simultaneously. She shares one of my weirdest habits (making little boats out of pieces of paper), is addicted to the Barrowdowns, television and Lord of the Rings and deeply despises her psychology teacher. She distrusts Meneltarmacil more than any other Downer - though I could not explain why - and does not look constantly exasperated, despite evidence suggesting otherwise. She is capable of writing longer PMs than yours truly, which is quite an accomplishment. If you're interested in finding out more about her, check the What do you assign to Mordor thread, in which she posted no less than 36 psychologically responsible rants.