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| elf lvr |
![]() Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 7:56 pm |
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Silvarin smiled as both dwarf and ranger became more and more inebriated. He walked towards Tuilin. Inclining his head towards the drinking game, he said, "Good to know the elves still hold their dignity." Tuilin looked at him harshly, until he saw Silvarin’s smile.
"Not a good joke to make around this lot," muttered Tuilin. "Tensions between races are high, I’m sure you know."
"Of course. I appologize," Silvarin said, bowing slightly. "But I think it is time I became at least a little less dignified." With a rougish wink, Silvarin walked over to the keg and got himself a mug of ale. |
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| DáinIronfoot |
![]() Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 8:17 pm |
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“You see?” Rorin grabbed Dirthon’s arm and hoisted him back onto a stump. “No ranger can outdrink this Dwarf!” He reached for another mug, but missed badly, drawing a laugh from Dirthon.
“Now who cannot hold their ale, Son of Balir?” the ranger retorted.
“You fell already,” Rorin replied. “You, sir ranger, have lost this game!”
Dirthon nodded with as much courtesy and dignity as he could muster. “Very well, but this is but one battle. Next time, we shall see who falls.”
“Aye. I have no problem taking you down again,” Rorin laughed, clapping Dirthon on the back.
This time, both wobbly contestants fell to the earth.
Ryle set down only his second mug and helped hoist them both to their feet. “Really, Rorin,” he chided, “you know how ale is hazardous to your heath. Why, last time I saw you try this, you ended up in the Long Lake.”
“Bah!” the Dwarf replied, steadying himself. “It is the best medicine, lad. I feel better already!” he said, flexing his wrenched shoulder.
Ryle shook his head, chuckling. “Come on, friend,” he said, guiding Ryle to a fallen log nearby, just outside the main circle of the group. He knew that the “buzz” of the drinking would wear off soon.
“Alright, lad, alright,” Ryle retorted with a burp, discretely scooping up one more mug on the way.
Ryle sat him down to sober a little, leaving Rorin to sing some Dwarven song, and rather loudly. On the way back to the rest of the group, the Ortan passed the man of Rohan, who nodded and made a beeline for Rorin. Ryle watched him a moment, then shrugged and continued on. |
Best regards, Dáin, Vice Aftokrator of the Chosen Ones
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| Anonymous Prodigy |
![]() Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 8:31 pm |
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Dirthon silently stood from the log where he sat. As quietly as he could, the ranger grabbed two mugs of ale and walked away.
A few seconds later, loud and boisterous songs which made no sense and which were hardly melodious burst out from the log on which Rorin (and now joined by Dirthon) sat.
Chugging down another mug of ale each, the two companions laughed loudly. |
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| AgentDrake |
![]() Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 8:40 pm |
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Ectheow stepped over to where the dwarf sat, and listened silently to the dwarven song, while the ranger drowned on in nonsensical chorouses. He couldn’t understand a word of it.
Ectheow sat down wearily. He had drank just a bit much of the ale. It made him nostaglic. He didn’t like that.
"You have good voices, Master Dwarf, Master Ranger." he said. "I was once in the service of Theoden King, a minstrel under the Master Hygleac."
Rorin stopped his song, and looked at Echteow. "You’re a minstrel, lad?" he asked.
"You look more like something the dragon dragged in," Dirthon laughed.
Ectheow nodded slowly. "It was a long time ago. Before this," he said, hefting his gilded axe. "The king is under dark influences. I was banished for killing a band of orcs."
Rorin coughed at this. "Aye. I like you better already."
"It is said that the dwarves are the greatest axemen. I have seen you fight; I would be honored to learn from a master. And I have heard much of the work of the Dwarves of Erebor."
"Well, I’m sure I could teach you a thing or two with this," Rorin said, grabbing his axe.
"Not now," Ectheow laughed. "For the moment, I merely have a suggestion. Consider it an advance payment for your friendships, Master Dwarf, Master Ranger."
Ectheow took both’s mugs of ale.
Dirthon’s eyes grew wider at the sight of his "golden goodness" being taken away.
Ectheow poured in thinned honey, and stirred the mugs.
"Makes it a heckuvalot better," he said, handing each a mug, and pouring the sweet liquid gold into his own mug. |
| Last edited by AgentDrake on Wed May 02, 2007 9:26 pm; edited 1 time in totalNever kid about politicians. The more bizarre the joke, the more likely it is to come true. |
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| Aragorn, King in Exile |
![]() Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 9:10 pm |
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Ellar sat still by the fire, silently listening to his companions as they became intoxicated by the strong ale. Ellar refused to join the drinking circle, even when Rorin had invited him to join. Ellar was a man who did not believe in drowning ones sorrows in achohol. Ellar believed that it was better to solve ones problems rather than washing them away. So he sat, gazing into the fire, enjoying to heat and the soothing movement of the flames.
As the contest between Rorin and Duinhir came to an end, Ellar sturred from his personal thoughts. Looking around, he noticed Ryle helping Rorin set himself on a log near the fire, then started to walk away. Ellar decided that it would be a good time to get to know the young man better. He stood up and strode over to Ryle. "Greetings, Ryle of the Ortans. Enjoying the merriment and good cheer?" Rlye nodded. "Yes, Master Ellar." He replied respectfully. "How are you feeling about the quest?" Ellar asked. Ryle thought for a moment. "Nervous." he replied. Ellar nodded. "I know, you never can know what will happen out here. It is a burden on ones mind that some choose to blot out with drink." Ryle nodded again. "Are you worried that you will die?" Ellar asked. Ryle was silent. "It is okay, it is not cowardice to be afraid of death." Ryle looked at Ellar. "Aren’t you afraid of death?" He asked. Ellar glanced at Ryle, capturing his eyes. "Ryle, I believe that when I die, I will go to a better place because of my faith." Ryle nodded again, digesting what Ellar had said. "That faith is what makes me able to stand against the evil in this land" Ryle thought again. "Thank you for the advice, Ellar, I miss to be alone now." Ellar nodded. "I understand." He watched as Ryle strode off solemely. "Well, so much for getting to know him better..." Ellar sighed to himself. |
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| Eomer3rdMarshal |
![]() Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 6:01 am |
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As the drunkenness spread, Celebthir began looking on with distaste. He’d never even tasted ale, let alone gotten drunk on it. The sweet wines of Dorwinion were the alcoholic beverage of Mirkwood. Then he noticed the one mortal who wasn’t already drunken. Approaching Ellar, he struck up a conversation with him.
Talking with mortals was a new experience for Celebthir; other than thirteen rotten dwarves they’d captured some years ago, lost in the forest (stupid dwarves), he’d never seen one before coming on this adventure. Therefore, he was pleasantly surprised by the wisdom he found in the man.
His final words to Ellar were, "Thank you. You have showed me that not all mortals are foolish, and" - Celebthir stole a glance at Silvarin, who had apparently had more than was good for him - "not all immortals are wise." |
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| BattleWarg |
![]() Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 7:45 am |
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His second mug of ale (at least) in hand, Adalard made a move. Some would call a dance, had it been better coordinated. Anyway, he made the move around the elf, Celebthir, and the new man, Ellar, as he took a large bite of some sort of food. He wasn’t too concerned what type it was, but it tasted pretty good.
He saw and heard the comments, but in his current state, took them much better than intended.
"Ta greb ubiduh!" Adalard yelled out, spitting out a remarkably small amount of food.
He continued past to the singers, whoever they be now, and joined in whenever he didn’t stop to take a bite to eat.
(Am I really the only one who hasn’t posted a condition? I need to get my brother to school, but I’ll have it up today.) |
Last edited by BattleWarg on Thu May 03, 2007 7:49 am; edited 1 time in totalOur time here is ending...
What did you want to see before the end?
It will be made in the Request-a-card Set #1 (name ideas also welcome  ). |
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| Anonymous Prodigy |
![]() Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 7:49 am |
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Slowly, the noise died away. Laughter and song stopped, and one by one the companions dropped off to sleep.
Dirthon woke as the sun was rising over the eastern horizon. Approaching Curubethion, who was tending the fire, he spoke.
"I feel uneasy here," Dirthon muttered. "We must be moving on soon."
Curubethion nodded but did not speak. |
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| DáinIronfoot |
![]() Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 8:43 am |
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“Soon, but not too soon, I hope,” said a gruff voice as a hand slapped Dirthon on the back.
The ranger smiled. “Good morning, Rorin.”
“What is so good about it?” the Dwarf asked, blinking away the bright sun and holding his left temple. “Oooh.”
Curubethion only smiled, knowing the pain both recent singing partners must be trying to drive down. Another hour or two of levity (and recovery) would do the company some good before they set out on the hard road. “So...who won last night?”
Rorin smiled. “Well, let me tell you all about that, Curubathial....”
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Nearby, Adalard was trying to recover from the same effects. The ale of the big people was more potent than the drink he was used to in the Shire. He was smoking his pipe and was so busy concentrating what little mindpower he currently had on packing that he didn’t notice Ryle until he was right on top of him.
“Hullo!” Adalard said as he finally noticed the young man.
“Hello yourself, Adalard,” Ryle said. “How do you feel this morning?”
“Just fine, thank you!” the Hobbit replied, removing his pipe and fingering it nervously. He signaled for Ryle to come a little closer, and the man leaned down. “Was I...” Adalard glanced about to make sure no one was listening, “...um, that is to say...did I...?”
Ryle tried to remain stone-faced. “The Shirefolk have some...interesting dancing customs.”
Adalard buried his face in his hands, and Ryle could not contain his smile any longer. He patted the Hobbit on the shoulder. “It’s all right, Adalard. You should have seen Rorin when he tried to dance along....” |
Best regards, Dáin, Vice Aftokrator of the Chosen Ones
Check out Lasting Alliances, The Road Ahead, and Ages of Middle-earth, three of my five dream card sets that make up Wars of the Ring. Oh, and I have a trade list now!
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| BattleWarg |
![]() Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 9:43 am |
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"That would be a sight to see, I suppose," Adalard responded. "And my muscles feel much more relaxed, I must say."
Pipe still in his mouth, Adalard stood and stretched himself out before putting his sword back on, and packing the rest of his pipeweed away in his bag.
Now that they were going to be going into dangerous places, Adalard told himself, he’d make himself more useful. Whatever’s bringing these Wargs and spirits down here would eventually take down the Rangers around the Shire. Then the Shirriffs, and then the rest of the Hobbits. Unless they did something. So, something they would do.
 •Stronger and Fiercer 
Condition
+1 Strength
Plays on a Hobbit. Bearer must be a companion.
Assignment: Assign an unassigned minion with the lowest strength to skirmish bearer.
Regroup: Add to transfer Stronger and Fiercer to a companion with lower strength than bearer. If you transfer Stronger and Fiercer from a Hobbit, heal that Hobbit. Limit once per phase.
From prey to warrior... |
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