The Golden Perch [FTIL Prompt]

You notice a small piece of paper nailed near the door of the Prancing Pony. It reads…

To Whosoever Enjoys the Drinking of Ales, Smoking of Pipe-weed and Spinning of Tales:

Meet me at the Golden Perch in the town of Stock in the Shire. It is a quaint hobbit pub I have recently come to enjoy and would like to meet any like-minded friends. Bring your stories and your pipe-weed, but don’t worry yourself over the ale, the Golden Perch has plenty!

Meet me in the courtyard of the Golden Perch at the Usual Time.
Regards,
Cithryth, Diplomat of Rohan

Sagewood: Eglain Finder

((This is written for the Windfola Ost Guruth RP hub prompts as detailed here and here.))

Annabell Sagewood is a woman in her earlier thirties who hails from Bree-town. She is single and her family has all passed away. However, when her parents died, they left her a considerable inheritance and she is now a woman of some wealth. Yet she is still a hunter by profession. She sells hides, fish and other things she finds in the wild to merchants in town. She also has quite a reputation with the Eglain of Ost Guruth and works for them finding relics and other pieces of their history. She is, as a rule, wary of the other races of Middle-earth, however a little less so with dwarves because she does so much business with them. Her home is located down the road south of Bree.

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Friends, Old and New

I began my evening, per usual, sitting on the steps of the Prancing Pony, playing my harp and waiting the arrival of my friends. Slowly Coelbryt, Celebrie, Kharrn, Miss Ghraye and some new friends, Aneofled and Dalthalion, arrived. We waited some time and wondered where our friend Fron had wandered off to. Finally he arrived, however around the same time a gang of miscreants also showed up. I had warned these fellows off last week as well. It seems Bree is no longer the safe haven it once was.

After enough of Barliman’s Best was purchased for our evening, we made our way to the Mess Hall to partake of it and listen to Fron’s tale. We soon realized that quite a few more joined us than we thought! The Mess Hall seemed quite full and merry, but not too much so.

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My Role-Playing Predicament

I am in a bit of a mental pickle.

My home server that I have always played on is Windfola. I love Windfola. I have many friends there and it’s a smaller community so that nothing is ever too crowded, however I never feel as if the server is deserted. The only problem with Windfola is the role-playing, of which there is little to none.

I never really had an interest in role-playing until the past few months. I had always kind of had a backstory for Cithryth and Herefara in the back of my mind, but I never really did anything with it. I always tried to dress my characters realistically and always tried to make them seem like they really were from Rohan.

As many of you know, I then began a crusade of sorts to bring role-play to Windfola. It has been going well enough. There is a small group of us that meet every Saturday night at the Pony. The only problem is that we often get overrun by griefers. We don’t have the kind of numbers that Landroval has. I know if griefers show up at Ales and Tales, they are told in no uncertain terms that that kind of behavior is unwelcome and they usually leave because they are outnumbered. It seems the reverse for poor Windolfa, however. But we are making do.

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Cithryth’s Outfit

I have been using a lovely new crimson-themed outfit for Cithryth, to match her Steed of Eriador. She uses this as her battle outfit and for when she patrols Bree, helping the watchers keep order in the town.

The outfit is:

  • Hooded Cloak of the Mallorn (Crimson)
  • Winged Circlet (default)
  • Westernesse Jacket (crimson)
  • Westernesse Shoulder-guards (crimson)
  • Fingerless Gloves (crimson)
  • Westernesse Leggings (crimson)
  • Westernesse Boots (crimson)

Cithryth’s Arrival in Eriador

Three years ago I was still living in a small village in the Westfold of Rohan. I was the captain of an all-women militia, called together for when the men rode to war. Our job was to protect the village. We had been noticing an increasing orc presence from the North. They were encroaching on our land and had killed some of our livestock.

One day I was on a patrol around our fields when I smelt something foul. I saw smoke rising in the distance… in the direction of my village. I rode as fast as I could back but it was too late. A third of our village had burned. Some of the women of my militia were killed in the attack. We were able to avenge them and killed some orcs. They all bore a white hand painted on their helm. At the time, we knew not what it meant. I made the decision that day to ride north to find out what was the cause of this madness.

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Fireworks, Friends and Food

Today was a wonderful day for my kin and I had a glorious End-of-Yule gathering to mark the passing of the coldest part of winter. We celebrated with music and a large collection of fireworks!

We also took a gamble on our drinking habits! We designated that whoever to get to Trestlebridge while utterly smashingly drunk would win a large purse. So we all partook of the strongest brew the Inn League could provide.

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Daehiril’s Introduction

Daehiril is the new female elf champion character that I plan on creating. This is a brief start to her story…

What was my name? There are none now who know. They have all sailed West, or worse. I am known now as Daehiril, shadow maiden, for I am but a shadow of my former self. I once was the crafter of great blades and wife of a great champion. But he is lost to me. With the loss of my Beloved, I went into hiding. All this time since the Last Alliance I have been in Rivendell, debating when I should sail West. Do I truly wish to leave the land that my husband and I had once fought so hard to protect? Should I make the final journey West?  I never truly decided to stay. It was merely indecision that kept me longer.

But now the Shadow is growing once more. I can feel it coming from the East. That which my husband died trying to destroy has returned. My decision is now clear. I must take up his swords and defend Middle-earth once more.

A Night of Tales

(January 1, 2011 Finer Things in Life write up)

I began the evening, as I usually do, playing my harp on the porch of the Prancing Pony. Slowly, my friends began to arrive. We smoked and chatted and drank some ale that Honeycheeks made for me especially for the evening.

As we chatted, a miserly elf working for Bill Ferny tried to move us from the street. He claimed Ferny had issued a noise complaint! After a bit of flashing of steel and words, the elf backed down and decided to join us, after I had given him some Honeybrew.

After that was sorted out, Fornagon told his heartbreaking story about his dream in Thorin’s Hall. Not a single tear was dry by the end. As a woman, I will never know the infinite sorrows of the elves.

I then told the tale of Eorl the Young and how the Eorlingas came to be.

Many songs were sung and many dances had. And of course more pipe-weed and ale!

— Overall we had a great turn out. At one point I counted about 12 people sitting and listening with us! —