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Bêthberry · 05-09-2012, 04:46 PM

In response to the Dark Elf, Bethberry knotted her hair under her chin in a faux resemblance of a beard.

"Will this do?" she giggled.

And then taking each Downer by the elbow, she guided them into the party.

"You are both probably too recently come to the Downs to know this," she whispered, stuttering on some hair in her mouth, "but Bethberry was a casuality of the rpg forum reforms."

The two looked at her as if to ask if she had already helped herself to too much party brew.

"Indeed," she said, sputtering again at the beard, "when Bethberry arrived on the Downs to rpg, her character was the daughter of Tom and Goldberry, and she was off on a grand tour of Middle-earth in hopes of finding her mother, who apparently was not around for Gandalf to visit when he returned to Tom's house at the end of Lord of the Rings."

"And was this a problem?" Glirdan inquired.

"Obviously some kind of Mary Sue character," muttered Morthoron.

"Alas, yes, gone went any characters who were actual characters in the story, or relations of them. So alas I was left with a sort of Lady of Bree character." She sniffled.

"And this party was my last attempt to foil those rules, maybe risk my PT, and return again, incognito of course--looking down at her now replaced hobbit feet--as the illustrious daughter of the enigmatic couple on the Withywindle."

She steered the threesome towards the tables of food, around the dancing, thereby giving a certain shooking appearance to be dancing with the two gentlemen at the same time.

"Those poor strange skwerls. They've lost their chance to reprimand me. I have missed the test and will remain plain Beth."

Morthoron · 05-09-2012, 07:40 PM

Morthoron listened sympathetically as Bethberry recounted her long strange trip. It was quite a downer, even for someone on the Downs. "I've heard of 'mistaken identity'," the Dark Elf grumbled when he could finally get a word in edgewise, "but not 'taken identity'."

"Yes, it was quite a loss when my bio was confiscated by the authorities," Beth sighed. "The blood, sweat and tears I put into the backstory! It must have taken at least fifteen minutes!"

"That long?" Morthoron replied dubiously.

"I know, can you believe it?" she cried. "It was the best cigarette break I ever had! I was really inspired. Now, we have to smoke off campus."

The Dark Elf nodded and smiled, pretending he knew what Beth was talking about. "And now you are a..."

"An indiscriminate Bree woman," she mumbled sadly.

"Ah," Morthoron said uneasily.

"Go ahead, say it!" Beth demanded.

The Dark Elf bit his lip nervously and stammered, "I - I wasn't aware there were any women in Bree."

"Yes! Yes, I know! Beth shouted shrilly. "Not one damn speaking part for a woman in all of Breeland and the adjacent townships of Combe and Archet! I had to make the whole thing up."

"Hmmm...speculative fiction, interesting," Morthoron nodded, trying desperately to sound enthused by her character choice. But having failed miserably, he glanced about, looking for any convenient reason to slip away.

But since everyone was dead in the Downs, he was stuck. He glanced over at Glirdan and said, "Tell me of your homeworld, Usul."

05-09-2012, 04:46 PM	#1
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	In response to the Dark Elf, Bethberry knotted her hair under her chin in a faux resemblance of a beard. "Will this do?" she giggled. And then taking each Downer by the elbow, she guided them into the party. "You are both probably too recently come to the Downs to know this," she whispered, stuttering on some hair in her mouth, "but Bethberry was a casuality of the rpg forum reforms." The two looked at her as if to ask if she had already helped herself to too much party brew. "Indeed," she said, sputtering again at the beard, "when Bethberry arrived on the Downs to rpg, her character was the daughter of Tom and Goldberry, and she was off on a grand tour of Middle-earth in hopes of finding her mother, who apparently was not around for Gandalf to visit when he returned to Tom's house at the end of Lord of the Rings." "And was this a problem?" Glirdan inquired. "Obviously some kind of Mary Sue character," muttered Morthoron. "Alas, yes, gone went any characters who were actual characters in the story, or relations of them. So alas I was left with a sort of Lady of Bree character." She sniffled. "And this party was my last attempt to foil those rules, maybe risk my PT, and return again, incognito of course--looking down at her now replaced hobbit feet--as the illustrious daughter of the enigmatic couple on the Withywindle." She steered the threesome towards the tables of food, around the dancing, thereby giving a certain shooking appearance to be dancing with the two gentlemen at the same time. "Those poor strange skwerls. They've lost their chance to reprimand me. I have missed the test and will remain plain Beth." __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.

05-09-2012, 07:40 PM	#2
Morthoron Curmudgeonly Wordwraith Join Date: Jun 2007 Location: Ensconced in curmudgeonly pursuits Posts: 2,515	Morthoron listened sympathetically as Bethberry recounted her long strange trip. It was quite a downer, even for someone on the Downs. "I've heard of 'mistaken identity'," the Dark Elf grumbled when he could finally get a word in edgewise, "but not 'taken identity'." "Yes, it was quite a loss when my bio was confiscated by the authorities," Beth sighed. "The blood, sweat and tears I put into the backstory! It must have taken at least fifteen minutes!" "That long?" Morthoron replied dubiously. "I know, can you believe it?" she cried. "It was the best cigarette break I ever had! I was really inspired. Now, we have to smoke off campus." The Dark Elf nodded and smiled, pretending he knew what Beth was talking about. "And now you are a..." "An indiscriminate Bree woman," she mumbled sadly. "Ah," Morthoron said uneasily. "Go ahead, say it!" Beth demanded. The Dark Elf bit his lip nervously and stammered, "I - I wasn't aware there were any women in Bree." "Yes! Yes, I know! Beth shouted shrilly. "Not one damn speaking part for a woman in all of Breeland and the adjacent townships of Combe and Archet! I had to make the whole thing up." "Hmmm...speculative fiction, interesting," Morthoron nodded, trying desperately to sound enthused by her character choice. But having failed miserably, he glanced about, looking for any convenient reason to slip away. But since everyone was dead in the Downs, he was stuck. He glanced over at Glirdan and said, "Tell me of your homeworld, Usul." __________________ And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.