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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Jun 6, 2005 18:05:53 GMT -5
((OOC: Bedtime. Nearing midnight.))
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Post by steel_lily on Jun 7, 2005 15:20:37 GMT -5
She noted someone watching her....that was interesting. Her hand moved imperceptibly beneath her cloak, grasping a hunting knife. She didn't want to cause trouble, but noone watched who wasn't interested....
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Post by AI-C1 on Jun 7, 2005 17:09:05 GMT -5
Belnor saw the Shadow's hand move discreetly beneath her cloak. She almost looked nervous, maybe he was just being paranoid. You can never be too careful He didn't relax, and his gaze didn't waver.
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Post by Thenin on Jun 9, 2005 22:32:07 GMT -5
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Jun 10, 2005 6:57:19 GMT -5
Alameth smiled, relieved. Finally, she would be getting some much-needed help around here!
"Certainly! When can you start?" she asked eagerly. "We'll have to negotiate pay, and all that, of course...what sounds good to you?"
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Post by Middle Earth Mouse on Jun 11, 2005 14:01:59 GMT -5
Telpin approached his sister cautiously. She could be dangerous if you got too close to fast on a dark night, he knew that personally.
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Post by rose_in_misery on Jun 13, 2005 16:28:22 GMT -5
When Rayne awoke, it was well after dark. She lay still, glancing at the room around her. It was small and simply furnished, but made homey with soft, innocent touches like the painting on the wall, and the rug placed just-so. You could tell the pretty young mistress downstairs took a lot of pride in her inn.
Rayne rolled over and peered hard at the moon peeking just above her window. Probably ten o'clock, she guessed. She sat up, enjoying the protesting creak of the rope bed. The quiet murmur of voices wafting up through the rough floorboards let her know that there were still folks about downstairs. Maybe I'll slip down and see about something to drink,she decided, suddenly thirsty.
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Post by steel_lily on Jun 14, 2005 12:55:17 GMT -5
There was someone else approaching her, a more familiar presence this time, though. She just couldn't place it....her senses still tingled as every muscle in her body stayed taut.
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Post by Thenin on Jun 14, 2005 19:28:31 GMT -5
Equally relieved Thenin grinned back. "I can start any time you want me too. As for pay, well, a place to sleep and food seem good. What do you think?"
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Jun 14, 2005 20:09:54 GMT -5
"I think we have a deal," Alameth said, and smiled wider.
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Post by AI-C1 on Jun 18, 2005 15:50:04 GMT -5
Belnor noticed the Shadow tensing up. That could be a bad thing, he thought. The inkeeper was talking to one of the female guests. From what he could make of the conversation, she wanted a job. The innkeeper didn't even seem to have noticed the Shadow, or himself for that matter.
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Jun 19, 2005 14:35:38 GMT -5
Alameth was vaguely aware of someone behind her. She noticed that the Ranger in the corner was watching what she could not see very intently. Good, she thought. If Elwain was keeping an eye on things, she could rest assured that whatever it was would not get out of hand.
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Post by AI-C1 on Jun 22, 2005 17:24:37 GMT -5
Belnor sighed, why was he so tense, this wasn't a evil place, it was safe here. He shook his head, he had been too cautious for too long.
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Post by ElementFire on Jun 29, 2005 16:29:29 GMT -5
Waking suddenly, the red haired girl sat up in bed. She had been dreaming of shadows, and fire, and, she calmed herself by taking a breath. It was a dream, she said. A dream and you should be asleep. Hearing activity downstairs she wondered, What could they possibly be doing at this hour? She sighed, and her stomach growled, maybe she should get somthing to eat, since everyone seemed to awake anyhow. She slipped on her boots and opened her door.
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Post by st1_Emrys on Jul 24, 2005 21:31:37 GMT -5
Suddenly the door of the inn swung open with a loud bang. Everyone in the room jumped. A man strode in, garishly clothed in bright colors. He wore long green trousers that flowed over and engulfed what looked to be huge leather boots. His yellow shirttail rumpled over his belt with an air of uncaring certainty. Over his arm he carried an oversized cloak which he flung toward the coat rack, missing by several feet. He strutted over to the cloak, quickly picked it up and placed it upon a hook, along with his feather adorned cap. “Well I have found it!” he declared loudly.
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Post by AI-C1 on Jul 25, 2005 23:01:03 GMT -5
Bel's eyes widened slightly before he could stop himself. What an odd looking fellow. Belnor, dressed in mostly in forest browns and green to blend in with his surroundings, was most amused at this character that had just come through the door.
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Aug 3, 2005 8:21:56 GMT -5
Elwain was simultaneously intrigued, wary, and amused by this character who had just waltzed through the door of the inn as if he owned it.
"What have you found?" Elwain's voice drifted from his corner.
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Post by st1_Emrys on Aug 3, 2005 14:22:24 GMT -5
"Why the source of all the cheer in this town," he declared sarcastically. "I am called Baruilan, the great gleeman of Dale. And you my friend appear to be in need of one. Why must everything be so grim? Surely you remember this to be the Shire."
He walked over to the ranger, leaned over and said quietly, "Whose borders your own kinsmen guard. I would not be so wary as to watch a town in the center of the Shire, not since the beginning of the King's Reign."
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Post by AI-C1 on Aug 29, 2005 21:36:39 GMT -5
Belnor sighed and went back to waiting for the innkeeper to get to him. He had a strong urge to lay his head down on the table, but he resisted it. Must stay awake! He made his eyes open as wide as they could, then let them go back to normal.
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Aug 30, 2005 7:04:08 GMT -5
"I think," muttered Elwain, just loud enough for the bombastic character in front of him to hear, "that we have different definitions of grim. And as to the reason I am here, this may well be the Shire, and there may well be a King again in Gondor, but," he paused for emphasis, "that does not mean that every person with malice in their heart and trouble on their mind has disappeared. That is why I am here."
"Oh, I see," Baruilan said sardonically. "So it has nothing to do with her"--he nodded toward the inkeeper--"at all?"
Elwain's mouth set itself in a grim line. There was an atom of truth in Baruilan's statement, but he refused to admit it. The line of his mouth gave way a bit to form a distinct "No."
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Alameth made her cheery way to the guest who had gone unnoticed. "Anything I can do for you tonight?" she asked him. "A drink, a meal, a room...?"
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Post by st1_Emrys on Sept 8, 2005 16:57:39 GMT -5
"A song? Know you any songs of your country? As a gleeman I find that songs of other cultures can delight those who know them not. As for provender I suppose I might share a drink and a story or two with my rather bleak friend here." He replied looking around. "Perhaps you could join us?" He winked slyly at Elwain. At last some real entertainment, he thought.
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Sept 8, 2005 19:49:11 GMT -5
Alameth smiled, but shook her head. "At this hour? I'm too tired for a song. Ask me again in the morning. Or ask one of the other guests. I'm sure they have less work to do than I have." She deftly, civilly made her exit. It took her to another table, where a man was sitting, obviously fighting sleep. "Can I get you anything?" she asked pleasantly. "You look like you could use a bed."
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Elwain tossed a grateful glance in Alameth's direction, but winced at her last suggestion. He fixed Baruilan with a glare that said "Don't look at me." "I'm afraid I would be no help in that area," he said before the self-appointed gleeman had any time to ask for it. "I know many songs, but the ones I prefer are not of this land."
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Post by st1_Emrys on Sept 18, 2005 12:14:18 GMT -5
Baruilan glanced around the room, then returned his gaze to Elwain.
"Well if you trust not your voice, then perhaps I might get a story from you. A gleeman is always ready for fresh tales and legends."
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Nov 14, 2005 15:33:18 GMT -5
((OOC: GAH! I lost track of this! My apologies....))
Elwain smiled slightly at this. "Have you ever heard the tale of the Scouring of the Shire? I think that is one that might interest you."
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Post by st1_Emrys on Nov 17, 2005 16:08:02 GMT -5
"No. Please share it with me, I know of no tales of the Shire," Baruilan sat and folded his hands, "however I have heard there is much to know about this doughty folk if one but takes the time to ask. Such is one of many reasons for my coming to this very place."
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Nov 28, 2005 11:29:31 GMT -5
So Elwain began the tale. He told of the return of Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, and what they found upon it: a Shire so overrun with malicious Big Folk that it was hardly recognizable. He told of how the hobbits had banded together at last to drive out the ruffians; how at last Frodo had discovered Saruman behind it all, and yet had been merciful, sparing the corrupted wizard’s life. He told how Saruman’s death had come by the hand of his own servant, and how after that the hobbits had set about righting the wrongs that had been done.
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Alameth, getting no response from the now sleeping person before her, made her way to where Elwain and that gleeman sat. Elwain was telling a tale...he was mildly famous for his tales, though he would never admit it. She knew he preferred to keep out of the spotlight. She sat down and listened with rapt attention. Even though she'd heard this story a thousand times over, she never tired of hearing it again.
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At last, the tale finished. Elwain opened his eyes, which had been mere slits during his recitation. He saw that Alameth had joined them. All the better. Perhaps she could placate this odd fellow, if he had failed.
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Post by st1_Emrys on Dec 1, 2005 17:06:46 GMT -5
"Ahh... that was a tale worthy of the teller." said Baruilan. "Is there anything I could do for you in return? I try to repay those from which I learn new tales. Particularly those which contain that little nugget of truth, whittled to precision by the winds of time."
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