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Snöwdog
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Snowdog and Focmor came in the door in time to see Arvedui punch Telmar in the eye, giving him a new name.. Telmar the Blackeye. Telmar should have been ready for it but for some reason he wasn't. It must have been because he was gazing at Elentari in her wet clothes. Anyway, As Telmar started to get up, Arvedui kicked him repeatedly in the ribs and head, finally knocking him unconscience before he could muster up a spell. Arvedui the ravenous animal them picked the black up and hauled him out back and stuffed him head first in the outhouse hole and shut the door. He then went back in and grabbed Elentari, ripping some of her clothes off in the process, and picking her up and was going to haul her out the door with him. Snowdog broke a full bottle of Red Eye Whiskey over his head and as Arvedui faded into unconsciencesness, Snowdog caught the slipping Elentari in his arms and one of his hands slid high on the inner thigh. She tried to cover herself with her ripped clothing, as Snowdog set her down on a barstool, sniffing his hand afterwards. "You ok lady? Also, did you know the guy Arvedui thouroghly trashed?" About that time, the smell of dung permeated the air as Telmar walked in the back door. Focmor said, "Now there is a literal Sh*thead for you!" Telmar was of ill tempered as one would expect after getting trashed and having his head dipped in Sh*t. So he conjoured up a spell and the unconscience Arvedui disappeared without a trace.
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(ooc: Arvedui is Arthedain from TORC, and he wont be returning to any Message boards for the forseeable future. If anyone is curious why, read the 'Blues' thread on TORC 'Talk' section.)

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dunedain lady
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In the midst of the chaos come the strains of a harp. Once more, music calms the inhabitants of the inn, and the combatants begin to smile again. Everyone looks for the harpist, then see a dunedain lady emerging from underneath a table. She had entered the inn in the middle of the fight, and fled after being walloped by a flying beer mug. She smiles, and introduces herself as a wandering harpist looking for work.

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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all who wander are lost,
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost


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Snöwdog
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[i]"Lady, You have a job making music here if you want it." Snowdog said to the beautiful Dúnedain Lady.
He then went and got a large bucket of water and dumped it over the head of the black to wash the sh*t away.

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dunedain lady
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"Thank you," she says, bowing deeply. "I shall be glad work in such an interresting place."
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Snöwdog
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"Dear Lady, let me warn you.. things can get out of hend here as you had the opportunity to see. I hope you do wonders for this place with your music and beauty."
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Jaxon
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Jaxon moves away from the blows and trips over Shadowfax asleep in the corner.

"So! This is where you've been hiding! How about another drink...and a tale?"


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Snöwdog
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Yes! A tale Shadowfax!" and Snowdog, a bit drunk, takes and buries his face into Elentari's..
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Jaxon
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Jaxon kicks her old pal Shadowfax again...still no movement from him. She turns to Snowdog..

"Think he's dead?" she asks


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Snöwdog
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"Well, It's no use kicking a dead horse. Maybe if I get the squirrels in here...."
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Beren comes in and spots both Lúthien and Tinuveil.. Realizing he is seeing double, he has a cup of hot tea to get his head together.
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dunedain lady
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The lady sitting at her harp in the corner looks over at Shadowfax. She sees him breathing when he thinks no one's looking, and shakes her head in amusement. He reminds her of a friend she once knew. She contemplates hitting him over the head with her harp to wake him up, then decides it would do more damage to her harp than to Shadowfax's head :lol

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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all who wander are lost,
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost


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Beren listens and is swept away by the beautiful music the the Dnedain Lady is playing.
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The sound of the harp was stimulating to Snowdog, and he took his woman Focmor and they slowly danced around the center of the Inn's common room. The fire put out an orange-yellow glow about the room and the wall torches flickered in the movement. Elentari was passed out face down on the corner table and telmar was frisking her. Jaxon looked at a parchment and thought of her further journey. It was a peaceful yime at Snowdog's, the oldest Inn in town.
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dunedain lady
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The Lady hands her harp to another minstrel to play and draws and draws Shadowfax, who has finally decided to stop feigning unconsiousness, onto the dance floor. The dancers continue to swirl long into the night, with all taking turns at harping, singing and dancing. Eventually, the dunedain lady ends up back at the corner table, playing her favorite dance tune, and enjoying the site of the others dancing.

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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all who wander are lost,
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost


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Snowdog enjoyed his turn to dance with the lovely Dúnedain Lady. They moved and swayed to a slow meandering song played by Tinúveil, who got lost in her music. When the song was done Snowdog bowed graciasly to the Dúnedain Lady and kissed her hand, and went back to the bar to mix drinks for the thirsty patrons.
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As the night wore on, most of the dancers became exhausted and left to their assorted homes. Some, reasoning that the Inn was like a second home, simply fell asleep under a convenient table. Others just kept energized on drinks and music, eventually gaining that glazed look that comes to someone who has not had enough sleep and too much caffine or alcohol.

The next day, most of the patrons returned, well rested, or at least woke up from wherever they had fallen asleep. They all discussed with great happiness the previous night's festivities, and resolved to continue it soon as the harpers woke up.

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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all who wander are lost,
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost


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Tinúviel
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After being comatose at the bar since page 1, Tinúviel gets up and offers to play the harp for dunedain lady and allow her to mingle with the folks for awhile. She accepts and Tinúviel starts to play a slow weeping melody and sing a sad song of love.
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The Dunedain lady sits and listens to the love song with a sad expression on her face. She has recently become rather besotted herself, and is waiting with great anxiety for next month when she may meet the young man again.
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Myrdock keeps up from underneath a table. "I'm not dead...yet." He grins.
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Hey Myrdock! Good to see you here!
We actually have an RP thread going on here!

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Turning away from Tinuviel's music, the Dúnedain Lady notices Myrdock crawling out from beneath a table. "Good morning! I take it that you are an old friend of Snowdog's?"
Seeing that Myrdock is still a bit groggy and probably needs some breakfast before he is able to think straight, the Lady takes a spare harp and plays a harmony line to Tinuviel's melody.

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Not all who wander are lost,
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost

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Tinúviel and dúnedain lady played an emotional renditionof songs together. After a bit Tinúviel put down the harp and started to sing as she got up and danced about the room to the playing od dúnedain lady.
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Hyldan
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Hyldan cautiously enters the inn, but is relieved to see a few familiar faces. He nods to those he knows.

"Mead, please," he says to Snowdog. "And goose, if there is any freshly roasted."

He then retreats into a corner to await service.


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Snöwdog
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Focmor gets the new arrival his mead, but informs him there is no goose. "They do have some rabbit stew ... would you like some?"

Snowdog looks at the guy wanting trouble and snorts, "So Telmar, what you think of this?" he said to the wizard.


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Hyldan gratefully accepts the mead.

"Aye, some rabbit stew would satisfy. Thank ye."

Hyldan slowly drinks his mead, contemplating, as he watches the goings on.


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