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Postby erinhue » Mon Apr 26, 2004 9:32 am

(The old thread is fast approaching that magic number, 2,000 posts. This thread is simply a continuation. The action picks up where the old thread leaves off. Please pick up your drinks and move over here to continue the party. Bright Blessings to ya all<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR>Welcome to the Lucky Fortune Inn. It might not look like it right now but you have wandered into the Oldest Established Permanent Newbie-Friendly Role Play On TORC<BR><BR>If you have never tried Role Play here on TORC this is the place for you. No need to know any more than you do right now to join the fun. Try out a character or be yourself, come on in order a drink and pretend you are in your favorite pub. Don’t just sit in a corner join in the fun. Tell us of your adventures, ask about ours, or burst out in song, or dance on a table top. Do whatever you please with only two exceptions,<BR><BR>Don’t try and touch Agarak, we won’t be responsible for damages. Agarak is a dragonharp and just a little anti-social, but he’ll warm up<BR><BR>Never, Never, Ever, mention, hum or sing Meloncholy Baby,( Shhhh ya don’t want ta know)<BR><BR>Hobbies in the kitchen <BR>(he makes the most magnificent stew)<BR>And I’m behind the bar,<BR>(if ya like you can call me ‘Hue)<BR>We have the most friendly staff <BR>(the girls are beautiful, too)<BR>So come on in and join us <BR>(we'd love to welcome you) <BR><BR>Only one thing to remember, this is a Bard’s Bar and……..<BR><BR>IT’S GOOD LUCK TO BUY A BARD A BEER!!! <BR><BR>View the Lucky Fortune Inn's Emblem<BR>http://members13.clubphoto.com/selerosse626665/902794/guest.phtml
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Postby The_Fool » Tue Apr 27, 2004 11:27 pm

<em>Façade laughed as Alayna extracted the dog from his arms and scolded him on his manners.</em><BR><BR>"Oh Alayna, I really have missed you. I know you'd think that highly unlikely but it's true," <em>he settled back into his chair, stretching his long legs under the table and interlocking his fingers together.<BR><BR>Alayna gave a wry snort.</em> "Yes I'm sure you're moritified at the fact that you no longer have to take weaponry lessons from me. A pity, you were getting rather good with that dirk."<BR><BR>"Liar," <em>Façade replied, a slight grin flittering over his lips.</em> "I was pathetic. All I could ever manage were improvised table knife tricks."<BR><BR>"Better than nothing," <em>Alayna said with a shrug, as she settled the grey dog back into his owner's lap. She turned to Mae as the dark-haired woman asked a question.</em> "The Fool here is a wanderer. He doesn't settle in one place. If he did start out somewhere, he's certainly not telling."<BR><BR><em>Façade shrugged, uncomfortable at the direction the conversation was taking. He hated talking about his origins, he had long since decided that that was something he would only allow those closest to him to know.</em> "Circumstance, I'm afraid, has made me a strong believer of letting the cobbler stick to his last." <em>He murmered absently. He made a dismissive flick of his fingers, and settled on something Mae had said earlier.</em> "Well, if Cira is used to living in excess," <em>here he gave a wide grin of amusement,</em> "I'm sure she shan't be long in those rooms of yours. Unless of course, she sleeps in excess as well."<BR><BR><em>Mae gave a light laugh, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind one ear. </em> "I'm sure she'll wake early enough. I don't think she'd be willing to miss out on new company."<BR><BR>"Very congenial of her," <em>Façade replied, saluting Mae with his mug. Turning to the newcomers at the table he noted their lack of drink.</em> "But you must all be thirsty, allow me to gift you all a round of drinks, I planned on spending it all on Scribbles, but it seems she has other business to attend to. So, drinks for my newest guests, minus the assassin of course, you have something allready; and top ups for myself and Squid here."<BR><BR><em>Rising to his feet the Fool leapt onto his chair, his trained voice ringing out over the inn to address the barmaid.</em> "Daughter of Baccus, may I humbly beg you for a scoop of wine?" <em>He made a sweeping gesture with one arm, gesturing to his table.</em> "We shall all be eternally greatful."<BR><BR>
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Postby Khayra » Wed Apr 28, 2004 6:47 pm

<em>"Daughter of Baccus, may I humbly beg you for a scoop of wine?" He made a sweeping gesture with one arm, gesturing to his table. "We shall all be eternally greatful."</em><BR><BR>Khayra turned around to look at who had called her. It the same one she had seen a little earlier, surrounded by the ladies. "Well!" she thought indignantly to herself, her hazel-green eyes flashing. "He doesn't have to sound so... so... <em>pompous</em>!" Tossing back her long black hair, she nodded slightly to indicate she had heard his request.<BR><BR>Khayra turned back towards the man sitting at the bar rather uncertainly, unsure if she should leave him alone. He didn't look very well. <BR><BR>But she could not neglect her duty.<BR><BR>So she shrugged, mentally making a note to return to the "forlorn man" (as she thought of him) later, and busied herself with getting the drinks requested.<BR><BR>She walked up to the table and put down the mugs of wine and ale, and, gathering up the empty mugs, asked with a smile that looked slightly forced, "Can I get you anything else?"<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Amrunelen » Thu Apr 29, 2004 5:36 pm

((ooc-I've been meaning to wander in here for a while so I think I'll wander in right now<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0> I'll come play with the newbies a little<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>))<BR><BR><em>Just as Amrunelen was about to stop for the evening, she spied the dim light that was filtering through the windows of the Inn not too far ahead. "Sleeping in an actual bed for once would be a nice change." she thought to herself and continued on, her light footsteps not even making a sound as they fell.<BR><BR>At last, reaching the front of the cozy little tavern, she peered into one of the windows, wiping a bit of dust away from it with her hand. The room was positively filled with people, all of them seemingly enjoying themselves. "Now that I think of it, it has been quite a while since I last spoke to anyone. A little time in the company of others would do me good, I believe."<BR><BR>She turned back to the door and grasped the metal handle, pulling it towards her. The door opened with a loud creak and then slammed shut as she stepped inside. No one seemed to take notice, for they were wrapped up in their own songs and conversations. The elf drew back her hood, brushed a few stray pieces of her long dark brown hair from her face, and began to scan the room with her eyes, searching for anyone she might possibly recognize. Amrunelen peered through the crowd, looking for familiar faces, but with no success. As she was about to deem the situation hopeless, she caught the last few words coming from a man who was standing not too far away from her.</em><BR><BR>"So, drinks for my newest guests, minus the assassin of course, you have something already; and top ups for myself and Squid here."<BR><BR><em>"...Newest guests. Perhaps they shall not mind if another new guest joins them. It is either join them or spend another evening in the company of myself, and I do not wish to turn in quite yet." she finally resolved.</em><BR><BR>"Would you care to extend that generosity to another new guest? I fear I do not know what to do with myself, nor do I know anyone in these parts. Although, you seem strangely familiar, or you remind me of someone I have met before, at least.",<em> she said to the man, as she took notice to a particular ring he was wearing. "I could swear that I have seen that somewhere else.", she thought.</em>"Hopefully I would not be intruding."<BR><BR><BR>((ooc- Fool- I couldn't resist sticking that ring in there<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>))<BR>
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Postby The_Fool » Thu Apr 29, 2004 11:57 pm

<em>Façade raised an eyebrow at the serving maid's cold tone. Instinctivly his mask of cool indifference slipped into place. He was used to uncivil attitudes towards fools, yet he had not expected to find it here. Still, prejudice never was predictable, and ever unchangeable. He was about to tell her no thank you when another female voice spoke.</em><BR><BR>"Would you care to extend that generosity to another new guest? I fear I do not know what to do with myself, nor do I know anyone in these parts. Although, you seem strangely familiar, or you remind me of someone I have met before, at least."<BR><BR><em>Turning to look for the owner of the voice, the Fool caught a slight, hesitant smile on the face of the elf before him. With a nod of his head, Façade made a welcoming gesture with his long fingers, and gifting her a congenial smile.</em><BR><BR>"The more the merrier is what they say is it not?"<BR><BR><em>The elf's smile widened and she moved forward, taking a seat in hand.</em> "Thank you."</em><BR><BR>"You are most welcome," <em>Façade replied, before addressing her in the elven tongue,</em> "<em>alcarë almië.</em> At least I think that's right. You must forgive me, it has been a long time since I spoke the language. One more drink for my new guest if you please," <em>he spoke quietly to the serving woman, polite, but with an underlying frost, that belied his displeasure at being treated badly for simply being who he was.<BR><BR>Turning back to his guests the Fool took hold of his new drink, taking it up in his hands to drink. He set it down lighting, and toyed with it, sliding it between both hands, his agile fingers nudging it about.</em><BR><BR>"So," <em>he gave a slight nod in Amrunelen's direction,</em> "May I have a name? What brings you here <em>Elda</em>? Business or pleasure?"
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Fri Apr 30, 2004 7:43 am

The assassin's eyes suddenly turned from a warm, forest-like green to something more dark and dangerous, almost like overcast clouds gathering before a thunderstorm, the moment the barmaid snubbed Façade. It took all the self-control she had left, no matter how little, to stop herself from drawing the swords by her side and pointing them at the barmaid's throat. And so, she settled for a steely gaze, and a silent vow that she would back Façade up should it be necessary. Although, knowing him, it probably wouldn't. His wit, and the sheer infuriating power of it, would be enough to silence just about anyone.<BR><BR>And her thoughts dwelt on that, until the appearance of the Elf.<BR><BR>Alayna arched an eyebrow as the newest lady (or Elf, if one prefers) joined in, and murmured to the Fool.<BR><BR>"And now you have six ladies accompanying you, good sir. I don't recall you being such an attraction to fair ladies on our travels. Of course, time changes all of us. And somehow, all of them seem to know you from somewhere. You really get around, don't you?"<BR><BR>The assassin found something familiar about the Elf too, like she had seen her somewhere, yet couldn't quite place it. But of course, she would not bother to mention it. It wouldn't be right after all, for someone who had just criticised a friend for knowing everyone to exclaim that she knew the Elf from somewhere.<BR><BR>((It sounds a little weird to me... At least this post does. Hmmm. No one's going to blast me for a short post, right?))
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Postby Amrunelen » Fri Apr 30, 2004 3:38 pm

<em>Amrunelen gladly took a seat at the already crowded table that seemingly had only females for it's occupants, besides the man. She picked up the mug that the barmaid had brought over for her and took a drink from it, enjoying the feeling of the cool liquid sliding down her throat. It had been a long day.</em><BR><BR>"So,"<em>The man began to speak to her.</em> "May I have a name? What brings you here Elda? Business or pleasure?"<BR><BR><em>She set down her mug to speak.</em> "Yes, you may. My name as Amrunelen. The only thing that brought me here was the thought of a drink, a warm bed, and perhaps some pleasant company. I have been traveling for quite a while and was about to spend another night under the stars, that is until I noticed this place up ahead. I cannot recall ever seeing this Inn before. As for your last question, pleasure is my business at the moment, I suppose, for I have had quite enough of pure business to last me a while. My occupation, as you might say, can be wearying. It was more of a set thing, rather than a choice." <em>Her voice trailed off near the end and her mind strayed to another time. She shook her head slightly ,as if to shake the thoughts away. Amrunelen fidgeted with her mug for a moment and then looked up at him again.</em><BR><BR>"Anyway, might I have your name? What brings you to this Inn?"<em>, Amrunelen said, smiling again.</em>"And the rest of you?",<em> she added.</em>
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Postby The_Fool » Fri Apr 30, 2004 4:22 pm

<em>So used to being aware of the moods of the people about him, Façade immediatly felt Alayna tense at the barmaid's tone. A quick glance at her face confirmed his suspicions; the assassin now sat statue-still, her cold green eyes dangerously blank.</em><BR><BR>"Alayna," <em>his voice was low, a warning; and he shook his head so slightly, that it was barely perceived. He would deal with this himself if it proved to be too much of a problem.<BR><BR>Alayna sat back in her seat with a curt nod, not without one last thunderstorm dark look at the barmaid.<BR><BR>The elf spoke then, her voice light if a little travel weary.</em><BR><BR>"Anyway, might I have your name? What brings you to this Inn? And the rest of you?"<BR><BR>"Façade. My name's Façade. I came here on the sole purpose of buying my recently departed companion, Scribbles, a drink," <em>here the Fool allowed himself a wry smile,</em> "I owed her one for a past....lapse in my behaviour. Apparently she doesn't agree with the saying 'All's fair in love and war.'<BR>As to my other companions, allow me to introduce, Mae, Squid, Ana, Alayna, and Linsul. Until recently there was also a young lady called Cira about, a companion of Mae's, but she had a little too much to drink and thus bid us goodnight." <BR><BR><em>He winked at Mae, who covered her amusement with a delicate hand.</em><BR>
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Postby GandalfStormcrow » Sat May 01, 2004 12:27 pm

(OOC: Sorry Kharya, I nearly forgot I'd posted in here! I don't mind the company at all. Time isn't one of my greater luxuries at the moment. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR>As Raghnildur sat nursing his ale, he found himself lost in memories of what seemed like centuries ago. He recalled the fierce battle with the Red Hammer that he had shared with his friends and fellow Knights, and how his dear friend Hue had nearly slain him while possessed of the Berserker. Slowly his hand went to his arm where the berserker had laid him open, and he felt the knot where his bones had knitted. <BR><BR>His eyes closed, he recalled his very first Bard's Festival where he had faced the fell Numenorean Hades, joining in battle with Alandriel and Parm. That had been his flrst glimpse of the Berserker, as a matter of fact. <BR><BR>He was pulled from his thoughts abruptly by someone speaking, to him apparently. As he took a moment to compose himself before speaking to the lady at his side, she was beckoned by a man sitting at a nearby table asking for a drink. Not one to shirk her responsibility even when concerned about a crestfallen customer at the bar, she obliged the man's request and left Raghnildur's side. <BR><BR>He knew he had to talk to someone, and this woman seemed like she truly cared about what he was feeling. As difficult as it would be to speak with anyone, it would in fact be easier to speak with one he did not have an existing friendship with. In fact, building a new friendship would perhaps be just the thing he needed, perhaps he would be able to make it out of the funk he was in presently. <BR><BR>To let the woman know he would like her to come back while not being rude, he finished the flagon of ale he held and set it to his side. While not calling the woman or flagging her down, he sought her with his eyes and made a short contact with hers, as if to say "When you're ready, I'm here. Don't hurry, just come back when you can."
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Postby AragornsEvenstar » Sat May 01, 2004 3:13 pm

<em>Suddenly, a tall, fair stranger strides quickly into the so-far quiet Inn. She walks calmly and smoothly up to the counter and nods to Erinhue, who looks at her strangely. As a matter of fact, all those in the Inn are looking at her curiously: she was a nOOb.</em><BR>"My screen name lies," she said in a clear, strong voice, "for I am Adelvior Namnatharie, an Elf of Lorien. I have come to see what is stirring in the West."<BR><em>By this time, Erinhue and the others are gaping at this beautiful, brown haired Elf. Del smiles confidantly.</em><BR>"I wish to learn the art of Role-Playing, and I know that there is no greater teacher under the sky than Erinhue. I request his help and guidance."<BR><em>Del bows deeply. Her clothes are of fine green linen, and darker green vines are woven into the fine cloth. She carries a small dagger on her right hip, which she fingers as those around her continue to stare.</em><BR>"Are you willing?" she asks Erinhue quietly as the Inn starts babbling again.
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Postby SilverScribe » Sat May 01, 2004 5:42 pm

<BR>((OOC: psssssst, Adelvior, <em>Master</em> Erinhue is a man . . . <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> Don't worry, he won't be offended but I though you should know his gender. Welcome to TORC too!! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> ))
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Postby Khayra » Sun May 02, 2004 12:00 am

(<em>OOC: Oops! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0> Sorry Fool, Tobias.. I didn't mean to offend anybody.. please don't kill me!<BR>Stormy, no problem about the late reply. Glad you are back.<BR><BR>I am in a rush at the momen, I will post a reply tomorrow!<BR><BR>Welcome to LFI, AragornEvenstar!<BR><BR>Khayra al'Tha'lab<BR>~Spirit of the Desert Wind</em>)<BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Sun May 02, 2004 6:53 am

((Hey Khayra, I think I can speak for both the_Fool and myself at the moment. We're merely playing off your post, no offense taken there. Alayna's simply protective of her friends, and Facade counts as one of them. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> So yeah, take it easy! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>))
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Postby AragornsEvenstar » Sun May 02, 2004 6:56 am

*<em>bangs head on table</em>*<BR>"So much for that Elven grace and poise stuff..." snickered someone behind her.<BR>Del looked up, her face red from embarrassment. It seemed that everyone had listened <em>too</em> closely to her speech.<BR>"I'm really sorry, Erinhue, I know you are of the race of Men, but when I'm excited, I get to talking and I forget who's who, you know? My deepest and most sincere apology," Del bowed deeply so as not to show her face, which now had tears of sorrow flowing down it. She dried her face quickly with one of her long sleeves, and stood up straight again. But suddenly she burned with anger against her accuser. With one swift motion her dagger flashed, aiming for Scribe - and its blade sank into her right thigh. <BR>"AAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!! (<em>curses in Elvish</em>)AAAAAHHHH!"<BR>She mumbles a few words, and the bleeding in her leg subsides. She sighs and puts her dagger back in its sheath.<BR>"Would you like a beer, Hue? I need some better luck."<BR><BR>
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Postby SilverScribe » Sun May 02, 2004 8:21 am

<BR>((OOC: AragornsEvenstar: Hey no worries, you're doing just fine <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> I'm a little puzzled, though I think I may have confused you . . . The Scribe has actually <em>left</em> the Lucky Fortune. I just posted an OOC just to help ya out a bit <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>. Oh, and you can always go back and edit a post - you could have just changed "her" to "him" . . . but don't worry, you'll get the hang of it real quick. It's great to have you in the Lucky Fortune, you'll have fun here. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>I'm curious though, did the dagger hit the Scribe, or you? <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> ))
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Postby Matrim » Sun May 02, 2004 7:24 pm

<em> A tall haired Easterling walks into the Inn, looking around at all the new occupants. He eyes up everyone looking for the slightest hint of trouble and then moves to the bar. <BR><BR>He smiles as lady Aerin walks up.</em><BR><BR>"The usual Mat?"<BR><BR>"Yes please my dear." Mat says with a smile. "Alot of new faces in here. This place is starting to become a regular social hotspot."<BR><BR>"Well its always nice to have old friends back, along with new ones coming in." <BR><BR>"Aye that it is, that it is."<BR><em><BR>Mat then picks up his cup of coffee and moves close to the fireplace and pulls out his pipe.</em>
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Postby Khayra » Sun May 02, 2004 8:50 pm

<BR>Before the man could reply to Khayra’s question, yet another lady joined the table. “He must really be something special,” thought Khayra, a sudden amused smile transforming her face, making her eyes sparkle. <BR><BR>“…One more drink for my new guest if you please," said the quiet voice of the man, polite, but with an underlying frost. Khayra turned to him, a smile lingering on her lips, but it faltered as she met his eyes and that of one of the ladies sitting with him. They were both looking at her with hostility, and... something else. <BR><BR><em>What had she done to deserve that? It was he who had been... he had sounded so patronising and sarcastic when he had called her. Had she misunderstood?</em><BR><BR>“I wish I could be a little less wary of the Western folk now, and stop being so defensive,” murmured Khayra, sighing, as she left to get the drink the new arrival had asked for. “Things are not like before, and perhaps... perhaps my heritage will not be held against me. Perhaps, like Hue, they will be kind. I suppose I will never know; not with <em>them</em>, at least.”<BR><BR><BR>Khayra brought the mug of ale and set it down on the table, and then quickly left, avoiding the eyes of everyone sitting there. As she was returning to the bar, the “forlorn man” she had seen earlier glanced up, and their eyes met. She understood the message in his eyes: <em> "When you're ready, I'm here. Don't hurry; just come back when you can."</em>. She nodded slightly and smiled at him, relieved to see he seemed a little better.<BR><BR>It was a while before the calls for ale and food lessened a little, but as soon as she could get away, Khayra returned to the bar, where the man still sat. Sitting down on the empty stool next to him, she smiled a hello, and said, “<em>Shahbah el khair.</em> I am Khayra. Welcome to the Lucky Fortune Inn, <em>sayyid</em>.”<BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby The_Fool » Sun May 02, 2004 11:31 pm

((OOC - Khayra, hey like Tobias said, we were just playing from your posts. So don't worry, no real harm done, and I promise not to let Alayna kill you <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0> Façade wasn't being patronising or sarcastic, he's a Fool, he always spouts riddles and rubbish <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> ))
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Postby MortNoir » Tue May 04, 2004 6:27 pm

<em>"Can you not see the future in front of you, my son?"</em><BR>Mort looked up in to the darkness of his mind... <BR><BR>"Show me."<BR><BR>*********<BR><BR>The sounds and smells of the inn came back, and Mort could see Sirith beside him.<BR>Trying to sit upright, he felt a sharp pain run through his back, causing him to wince. <BR>He smiled bashfully, his pride defeated, and rubbed his head tenderly...<BR><BR>"A fool I am. Forgive my lack of direction, judgment has been a hard thing these days.<BR><BR>"There may be a delay on the bread" he said...<BR><BR>
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Postby Matrim » Thu May 06, 2004 9:25 pm

As Mat glanced around the bar his eyes found a young Easterling lady sitting in the shadows. He was then aware of the burning sensation in his lap and muttered a silent curse about spilling hot coffee.

As he looked back up he noticed the girl walking towards another man. His hunch was confirmed when he heard her speak.


“Shahbah el khair. I am Khayra. Welcome to the Lucky Fortune Inn, sayyid.”

This was a rare occurance in Mat's life and normally when he crossed paths with one of his kin, things usally turned bloody. He felt diffenet about this lady and was curious to speak with her.

He walked over to where she was sitting next to the man at the bar.


"I beg your pardon sir. I do not mean to intrude but I would like to have a few words with the lady."

He then turned and smiled. "Hello Khayra, when you have sometime I would love to speak to you about something we have in common, our homeland. It is rare when I see another of our race and I do long for news of home. So when you get a chance Ill be sitting by the fire."

With a smile and a slight bow to the gentleman he moved back to his spot by the fireplace, still keeping a eye out for any trouble and one particular Servant of the Stewards.
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Postby Sangwa » Fri May 07, 2004 1:49 am

Surveying the scene from the inn door, Sangwa ran her fingers through her long dark hair.
She had arrived at the inn in search of good company, and, by the looks of things, she was in luck.

Moving to a small empty table in the back corner of the room, she sat down to gather her thoughts. Rubbing her jade eyes, San felt overwhelmed by the bustle around her... she closed her eyes and recounted her journey.

She had travelled along the Great East road looking for plants to increase her knowledge of remedies, and to gain the favor of her father, who had grown too proud of his sons to bother with his rash, forward daughter.

Reopening her eyes to the close inn, San wondered who she would meet in this foreign inn...

((OOC: Hey...beginner - please be kind :lol: :!: ))
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Postby Matrim » Sun May 09, 2004 1:55 pm

Mat watched as the door to the Inn swung open once more and he noticed as the young dark haired lady walked in. She moved quickly to a table in the back and started rubbing her eyes.

With a grin Mat walked over to introduce himself.


"Greetings, my name is Matrim and I am the bouncer of this lovely establishment known as the Lucky Fortune Inn. We have quite an excellent stew and great brews as well. May I inquire as to your name?"

(OOC: We will start off small for ya. :D )
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Postby Sangwa » Mon May 10, 2004 2:21 am

"Greetings, my name is Matrim and I am the bouncer of this lovely establishment known as the Lucky Fortune Inn. We have quite an excellent stew and great brews as well. May I inquire as to your name?"

San looked up to see a tall Easterling smiling at her.
"My name?...My name...Sangwa..." she said, as if remembering something from long ago. "Sangwa...Poison"

Sighing, she turned to face the man fully. "How does one get served here? At the bar, or from the table?"

((OOC: Lol... Thanks, I'm not that good at this... :lol: ))
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Postby Khayra » Mon May 10, 2004 3:30 am

(OOC: I can't really post properly until Stormy posts, so please forgive the short post about to follow.

Welcome Sangwa!)



As Khayra waited for the strange, silent young man to speak, yet another man came up to them and addressed them, first the "forlorn" man, then, much to her surprise, her.

"I beg your pardon sir. I do not mean to intrude but I would like to have a few words with the lady."

He then turned and smiled. "Hello Khayra, when you have sometime I would love to speak to you about something we have in common, our homeland. It is rare when I see another of our race and I do long for news of home. So when you get a chance Ill be sitting by the fire."

With a smile and a slight bow to the man at her side, he moved back to his spot by the fireplace.


Khayra watched him go, temporarily forgetting the man sitting next her. Someone from her own homeland! SHe dearly wanted to speak to him, but did not wish to seem rude to the silent man at her side. She had already left him once.

But just then, a young dark-haired lady woman entered the inn, and moved quickly to an empty table. Khayra thought she might just be asking for something to eat or drink soon, as she seemed tired and in need of refreshment.

Sure enough, a few moments later she overheard the lady saying, "How does one get served here? At the bar, or from the table?", adressing the Easterling man. She murmured an apology to the "forlorn man", saying she would be back soon, and walked over to where the lady sat.

"Welcome to the Lucky Fortune Inn, sayyida," she said with a smile. "What can I get you?"
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Postby AragornsEvenstar » Mon May 10, 2004 1:07 pm

Del quietly sat drinking water at the bar, not understanding much of the goings-on. Around her were Easterlings, Men, and others she did not recognize. She was alone and confused in an environment she was not used to. She slunk to a dark corner that was close to the warm fire. She was suddenly cold.
She sang quietly to herself of her people that she had left behind in Lorien, and of the man of her kindred that had sailed into the West, leaving his love Adelvior alone and forgotten. She had come to this reknowed Inn to find friendship and counsel, but neither were presenting themselves. She was suddenly faced with a choice: to stay, and attempt both of these things, or to leave forever, in search of a new life and love. She stood up.
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Mon May 10, 2004 3:23 pm

(OOC:

Psssttt.... AragornEvenstar, you don't have to leave, or stay in the dark corner. Just get up and start sometihng, and someone will join in, you'll see.

If you want an example... do what Lady_C did in the old LFI thread, get drunk and "accidently" fall on someone's lap... :D :wink:

best of luck!

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Postby Amrunelen » Mon May 10, 2004 3:46 pm

"It is a pleasure to meet you Façade, and all the rest of you too.", Amrunelen said, trying to recall all the names she was just given.

She listened to all of the conversations around her that had started up again, catching snippets of news about this and that or bits about people's lives and where they had come from. Among the other talk she caught a bit of a song coming from someone across the room. It was being sung in elvish and the voice was most distinctively elvish.

Amrunelen peered across the room, looking for the owner of the voice. She spied another elf sitting at the bar by herself. Now that she thought of it, she heard the elf announce her presence not too long ago and if she recalled correctly, she said she was from Lorien. Perhaps she would like to join us.

"Excuse me for moment.", Amrunelen said to the other occupants of the table and then wandered over to the bar, weaving in and out of tables, towards the other elf.

"That is a lovely song you are singing, but it sounds so sad.", Amrunelen said as she took the seat next to her. "I didn't expect to see a fellow elf from Lothlorien here. It is a wonder that we didn't meet before back home.", she said, smilling." Would you care to join us over there? The table is already quite crowded, but there is always room for more. The more, ther merrier. Is that not what they say?", she asked, grinning this time. "Oh, and where are my manners? My name is Amrunelen. Might I have yours?"

((ooc- AragornsEvenstar- Come join us :D :) ))
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Postby Matrim » Tue May 11, 2004 8:44 am

Mat grinned and looked up as Khayra moved over to serve Sangwa.

"Welcome to the Lucky Fortune Inn, sayyida," she said with a smile. "What can I get you?"

"Ah well I guess thats how." Mat said with a smile. "Khayra, my dear, why dont you take a break for awhile. I have been away from the Inn for so long that I fear I havent earned my pay of late."

With a smile, Mat then turned his gaze back Sangwa.

"As she said what can I get for you?"

(OOC: Sangwa, You can only get better with practice and that is what this thread is for. Plus veteran RPers come in here often and you can pick up much from them. Anyways, the best way to start off RPing is to do it small. :D

Khayra, Im not trying to shut you out here but I figure I could leave you a hook to get back to RPing with Stormy again.
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Postby Aynor » Tue May 11, 2004 10:50 am

It had been a miserable long trek from Fornost – and many more leagues yet lay before him. 'I wonder if the peddler is right,' he mused, 'and that Inn turns out to be as good as he advertised. Probably they pay him a commission ….' He had seen many an Inn but at this point anything would be better than this. Dismally he regarded the wilderness ahead. Nothing but shrubbery, trees, hills… on and on. The last settlement of sorts he had long left behind. 'Why on earth does the King want to build up the North again? There is nothing here. His efforts would be better spent…..' But then Aynor shrugged. Royals did what Royals wanted – and he, a soldier from Gondor had to follow orders, and that was that. The road wound on and on. Where was this blasted tavern? 'One more turn of nothing and I'm heading back' he thought as just then the shadowy outlines of the Lucky Fortune came into view, it's windows spilling their inviting warm glow into the night.
His weather-worn face split into a grin and soon thereafter, having stabled his mount and shouldered his saddlebags – after all, one could never be too careful – he made for the tavern door. It creaked slightly as he pushed his way in.

Quite a number of patrons were engaged in conversation and he scanned the small crowd quickly. Making a beeline for the bar he ordered a bowl of stew and a pitcher of ale. The latter he took to an empty table and, after having deposited his saddle-bags onto a chair and loosed his sword-belt, he sat down heavily. Quietly he took small draughts as he looked around, getting a good fix on the surroundings and goings-on.
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Postby Arahn.of.Imladris » Tue May 11, 2004 9:47 pm

Arahn walked into the Lucky Fortune Inn and saw many people who were
so much bigger and older than he was. He wished that his father, Parm,
was with him. Parm was busy teaching at Imladris. Arahn was now old
enough to go on an adventure or two, but only where his father told him.
He wondered if he would meet Lord Erinhue, the Master of the Bard's
Guild. He walked to the counter, placed a silver coin on the counter,
and asked, "May I have a mug of berry juice for this? I am Arahn,
son of Parm of Imladris. Who should I greet here in order that I will not
offend anyone?"
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