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18/Jan/2011, 02:29 AM
Clans Under the Mountain</font>


Dwarves everywhere find themselves divided by proffession. There is far
more to do in their realms than one dearf could ever master. So, they
specialize in a trade or skill. Over time, members of different
proffessions banded together for furthering their interests and
imrpoving their trade. These groups eventually grew into clans. These
clans are now almost universal, and the idea of clan division goes hand
in hand with dwarfdom. </font>



The six clans of the dwarves are Kagam Khazad, Yukogs, Ankixogs, Burx Uzbans, Mex Uzbans, and the Morogs.</font>



Each clan has both a different field of specialty and a different place
of gathering. They all have their own unique history. The Clans under
the Mountain are the heirs to the Clans of old in Khazad-Dum. Here at
the Lonely Mountain they have begun a new chapter in their history, as
has the race of dwarves following the death of Smaug. </font>

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Clans &amp; Gathering Places</font>
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Kagam Khazad

The Great Library


The Library is a set of inter connected rooms branching off from a long
hall. In this hall there are sculptures of every member of Durin's line
that has ruled as King. There are tapestries hanging from the walls that
depict the histories of the Longbeards. It is here that dwarves come to
conteplate matters on hand, or to simply find some peace. But, like the
Hall of Fire in Rivendell across the Misty Mountains, on days of
feasting and celebration the hall becomes a place of cheer where songs
and tales are shared and history remembered late in the night after the
amphitheater is long closed. But on almost The rooms that branch out
from the hall hold numerous tomes and scrolls on numerous topics.
Visitors can peruse many topics and learn from the knowledge of the
dwarves. Some rooms are locked, however, and hold texts written in their
native toungue only which dwarves may read.</font>



Yukogs

The Blacksmiths</font>



The Blacksmiths area under the Mountain is a large area with numerous
smithies and many balcksmiths plying their trade. The secrets of dwarven
forgin are practiced, learned and taught here. The din of hammer on
anvil can be heard lound and clear even while approaching the heat from
the many furnouses would bring anyone to a sweat and the sweeping air
from the bellows sends hot gusts swooping around. The place seems to
embody order in chaos. The Clan here is very strong, being able to
dispense out a wealth of knowledge that is inherited and would otherwise
disapear.</font>



Ankixogs

The Amphitheater</font>



Here is the great gathering place of the dwarves. It is a grand area
deep within the mountain in stark contrast to the spinldy towers above
and the winding tunnels below. This is the only place in the entire
mountain that every dwarf can fit comfortably. It is where the great
celebrations occur, the performances here rival any that happen anywhere
else in the world. This is a place of merriment and happyness. It is
here that grand celebrations occur. It is here that one can always hear
the echoes of songs and poems. Here is the soul of the memories of the
dwarves, in the sound of their songs and the lyrics of their poetry.</font>



Burx Uzbans

The Brewery</font>


Next to their metalworking and mining, dwarves are known for their alchohal. The ale that comes from the breweries of the dwarves is as famous as their stone work. It's hard to go into a pub anywhere in the North and not find some being served. The sound of bubling and flowing liquid fills the complex of rooms and hallways. The Ale is prepared in what is now honed to an art. Dwarves bustle to and fro brewing their ale. Finished ale is packaged in cases and barrels stored in large rooms

Mex Uzbans
Kitchens and Feasting Halls

Another spot of celebration is the Feasting Halls. Adjecent to them are the mighty kitchens. These areas are the realms of the Food Lords. In the kitchens the heat of the stoves and ovens can on feasting days rival the forges. They are a daily hub of activity as dwarves bustle around trying to keep the entire mountain fed. The feasting Halls are three long halls. Each hall has multiple long tables where all gather for feasts.

Morogs
The Mines

Deep are the mines of Erebor and
filled with wonder and peril. Some areas are accessible only by ropes
and climbing down sheer cliffs; some where industrious Dwarven hands
have devised elevators operated by many pulleys and levers. Here is
where the miners of the dwarves spend their day's. Carving into the
depths of the earth, a maze-like network of tunnels from which they pull
precious metals and gemstones. It is not for the faint of
heart or those without heavy equipment. </span></span>
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This is the return of the Clans. As many of you know in the older plaza before the regions KD had it's Clans. This is the WIlderland and Lonely Mountain version. Here we are implementing a much looser version in structure. To join a clan simply post coming to that clans gathering place and engaging in the activity it is known for.

If a clan develops a good number of regular posters, and wishes to do so, they may PM either one of the rulers about aquiring a more structured set up with ranks and such. Upon our approval those may be implemented</font>

</font>Rules:
All Plaza and Region Rules apply
Post your clan and location at the top of each post
Be nice
Have fun
If you have questions grab me through email PM or IM and I'd be happy to answer them</font>




Edited by: Beliowen

Bovas
28/Jan/2011, 08:02 PM
Ankixogs
The Great Ampitheatre

His boots made a sharp CLUMP CLUMP on the hard stone as Thorin strode through the halls and down into the Ampitheatre. This place had always filled him with wonder and taken away his breath at the very sight, just the thought of being part of a race of people who had made such a space as this filled him with a great sense of pride. He carried with him a blue, leather bound volume whose pages were slightly yelllow with age but whose contents were as fresh and new as the day he had wrote them. It was his book of poetry which he had been working on that morning back at home. He had become stuck on a line or two however and thought that perhaps a spell in the peace and quiet of the Ampitheatre might inspire him. Picking his favourite spot in the far corner, Thorin opened the book where he had left off that morning and began to ponder.

Norin Deathfoot
27/Feb/2011, 11:18 PM
Morogs - The Mines
Norin walked silently through the old mines she had once considered home. They were empty and dusty these days. It had been years since she had last set foot here and now they were abandoned. She carried sadness in her heart. Where were the other dwarves that had lived and worked here? She remembered the times when the halls had rung with the sounds of feasting and celebration. Whenever they had returned from a mining trip they had celebrated, mostly that they had all come back alive. There had been living quarters in there as well, as the residential area in the mines had been quite far away for a commute every morning. She wondered if her old room was still there and went off to check.

Norin Deathfoot
07/Mar/2011, 01:37 AM
Morogs - The Mines</span>




</span>The tunnels she walked through were covered in dust and spiderwebs. She sniffed, she didn't know spiders could be found so far underground! There must be a passage to the outdoors somewhere nearby. Or a hole or something, she didn't know. She traced the dark tunnels until she reached her old room. Or at least, where her old room used to be. Instead of a door leading into a cozy little cavern, there was simply a large gash in the wall. Curious. What was more curious was that this section of the tunnels had no spiderwebs, and there was a trail in the dust...</span>

Mognar Firebeard
17/May/2011, 09:53 PM
Burx Uzbans</font>


The Brewery</font>
</font>Mognar</font>was walking in the clanhalls of the dwarven realm under the mountain. After having fled the halls of Khazad-Dûm where he used to be the clanleader of the Merikhansar, the clan in chare of food, drinks, pipeeed, pubs and all other things which involved food, drinks and the things needed for parties. He was wondering if he would find any dwarves here in the clanhalls and was hoping he could be of service.</font>
</font>As the young dwarf with his fiery beard entered the clanhalls he went in search of the brewery, as this always had been the thing he liked most. He noticed that this place used to be full of life, but nowadays the road was rather dusty and it didn't seem that a lot of dwarves were walking around. </font>Mognar</font>followed his nose an keen ear to pinpoint the exact location of the brewery and soon he found the place he loved so much.</font>
</font>As he heard the well known sounds he was on the look for someone that could give him something to do. "</font>Hello there, I'm </font>Mognar</font>is there anyone here</font>" he shouted to help his search.</font>

Mognar Firebeard
06/Jun/2011, 07:01 PM
Burx Uzbans</font>The Brewery</font>
</font>Mognarhad been waiting for an answer but it seemed that he had been wrong. He went over to the large collectors where the brew was made and gathered to give some rest before it was all put into barrels. 'Let's have a look at this' Mognarsaid more to himself, to deal with the silence then to remind of what he could do 'And see if the ale has rested enough to be put in barrels'. He then lifted the lid and had look and smell to try and find out if it was ready. At first it seemed good, but as he knew as a former master brewer you had to taste the good to be entirely sure.</font>
</font>Mognar'snext quest was to find a mug to go for a first tasting of the brew. He was walking around again in the dusty clan hall looking for a place where he could find a mug. He quickly found some cupboards, which he opened and after finding some brooms and other types of brushes and sponges he came to the right cupboard "At last!" he shouted "The brooms, brushes and sponges might come in handy to tidy things, but first I shall have a taste of this freshly made brew". Mognarwent back the collector and reopened the hatch again. "Ok let me have a taste of you" he said as he lowered the mug. When had had taken some of the brew he examined it for a second time. "The smell is good, the look is good, now just one more thing to try before I can put it all into barrels" He then brought the mug to his lips and had a good sip. "Allrighty, this is a good ale, I should find the one who made this and find the recipe" he said before drinking it entirely. Now all he had to do was go and look for barrels, as he didn't see them standing close by.</font>
</font>Mognarhad a quick refill before he went back to business. He walked back over to the cupboard and put his mug on it and took a broom. He decided it would be a wiser to clean first before bottling the brew as one can't work in an untidy place when dealing with food and drinks. "Let's get to it'" he said this time really to encourage him to start with the task of cleaning things, he didn't really like this type of work.</font></span>

Dwimmerlaik
04/Jul/2011, 01:01 PM
Morogs
The Mines

Glorir

"Alright, that is it!" shouted Glorir over the harsh noises of banging and clanging. "I've been down here for two days without tea and sup'. I know we're here to work hard, but I'm about to collapse." The dwarf clutched at his heart for dramatic effect. He sometimes liked to play the age card and pretend that he was getting old (even though he wasn't). That was not to say his desire to mine and carve out great caverns and get rich had diminished any. It just meant that, after many years of hard work, he wanted to achieve such things at a little bit more of a leisurely pace. It was unfortunate for him that his fellow miners did not share his passion for leisure to the same extent. As Glorir laid down his tools in protest, a couple of the others turned their heads towards him and away from the walls of rock.

"Okay, Glorir!" said one of them. "If this is all too hard for you, you can call it a day. But while we toil in the dark, you can't be lazing about. You're going to be on selling duty." He pointed at the impressive pile of gemstones that had been carved out of the earth. Glorir's eyes followed, and he knew instantly what lay ahead of him. He'd really put his foot in it now.

"Go get those gems cut and cleaned and sell them at the market in Dale. And if you come back with a coin less than what they're worth, you'll be down here for five days without sup'."

Glorir wondered when exactly it became okay for his pals to speak to him like a child. He suspected it was around about the time that he began slacking off. But it was not his fault that he wasn't the most springy chicken around. Determined to change his view in the others' eyes without having to remain down here in the mines, the stocky, black-bearded dwarf shovelled the rough gems into a cart and hauled them up to the surface of the mountain where they would be cleaned up to get ready for sale in Dale.
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Firiel Silverswan
04/Jul/2011, 09:15 PM
Mex Uzbans - Kitchens</font>
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Bolvar glared at the stocky head cook who had just told him to chop up some green, leafy thing. He wasn't here to "lend a hand," as the cook said he should, but to grab whatever food was lying within reach. He snatched up the knife the head cook set down by the cutting board and studied it. Now, this was a nice knife. He had lost his last one when he was running from the blacksmiths and hadn't had a chance to "acquire" another one, until now.</font>He glanced over at the head cook and a sly grin crossed his face. The cook was busy checking the loaves in the giant oven with his back to the young dwarf. Bolvarslipped the knife into the pocket hidden under his tunic, then grabbed a piece of smoked fish lying on the table. He dashed out the door to the kitchen, snatching a cooling loaf on the way. A yell followed his escape, but when he looked over his shoulder, no one was chasing after him. Slowing to a stroll, he took a giant bite out of the loaf.</font>An old dwarf (Glorir) pushing a mine cart came out of a passageway that Bolvarknew lead down to the mines. He had first tried to join the Morogs, but when he found out that he would be expected to actually work, he quickly decided that was not the right place for him. The only clan he would actually fit in would be one whose profession wasthievery, but most dwarves frowned on that noble art. As a Mex Uzban, he was able to grab food whenever he was hungry and avoid doing anything productive, most of the time. Today, however, he seemed to have the worst of luck. He glared at the heavy wooden door he had run out of, and something gleamed at him out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw that the cart the old dwarf was pushing was full of uncut gems. Taking another bite of bread, he waited until the dwarf was several feet past him, then began to follow. He hoped that he might be able to swipe some gems when the dwarf stopped.</font>





Edited by: Firiel Silverswan

Lady Aikári
05/Jul/2011, 04:45 PM
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He had no other choice to leave the blacksmithing craft behind him, soon he got wounded. He had always liked it there, but till today ever since that accident ten years ago, there was that particular smith that had been so stupid. He walked with crutches, because walking on his right feet was not longer possible. He was an invalid. Never would he go to the Yukogs clan back. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal Firestone[/B] knew it and kept to it as long he lived. The day was over for the theatre here and all the watchers had left it already. Ten years ago he had become a poet. But today he was not such a great one, as he had been with forging. It was wrong, utterly wrong and even that stupid smith… how much would he want to see him hanging from Erebor’s mountain peak. His right foot hurt too much today. “<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">I hope you die soon,” [/I]he muttered by himself. He sat down sighing deep and looked at his foot in the sturdy boot. <O:P></O:P>
The table anvil had landed right on his toes, breaking the bones. Cursing and screaming of pain the other smiths had tried to get him free for the table anvil was quite heavy. They had carried him to the infirmary. Eight weeks <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal[/B] had spent there. <O:P></O:P>
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The injury had been hard to heal, but the healers had known what to do. The foot bones had healed, but his muscles were till today stiff and never would loosen up again. A therapist had tried it with massages, but it had only motivated the healing process, but never taken the pain, which was mostly psychological. Phantom pains the healers said. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal[/B] didn’t longer believe them. He was angry at the smiths in the Forge. No, he would never go back. They had taken away his dream and love. He grumbled on the stairs he sat on. He still had a paper with him where he had not so long ago written a new poem on. The other members of the theatre said he had a gift, but he didn’t believe them. He took out the paper. <O:P></O:P>
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<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Where would I have gone<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Where would I have gone to<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">They took away my dream<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">They took away my future. <O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Lonely I dwell on the plains<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Grey, empty and endless<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">As they only can be in thought<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Plains as the mountain mists. <O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">My future is lost, nowhere <O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Where could I have gone to<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">A grey road only leads me on<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The mists have not lifted yet. <O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">My heart aches of pain<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">I could sit down and weep<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The loss of my ever dream<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The dream to be a blacksmith.
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<DIV>[/I]It went on for many more strophes, but he stopped reading it. He knew what it told, if not the pain that lived in him so deeply. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal[/B] grumbled, he had no talent for poetry, even half his listeners walked away he wrote. Each it was a struggle to move, reach the kitchens for a decent meal, reach his quarters to sleep peacefully and reach the amphitheatre again to sit on stage and tell again a new poem straight from the mind. He would sit here for a while as he folded the paper and put away into his pocket. He had new friends and was accepted with the Ankixogs. But <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal[/B] found it hard to accept his invalidity still and blamed thus the entire Yukog clan for it. <O:P></O:P>Edited by: Lady Aikári

Nen Lalaith
06/Jul/2011, 01:10 PM
Burx Uzbans
The Brewery

Belgrim bounced down to the Brewery, quite excited to see how his latest brew had turned out. It was only the month before last that it had come to him in a dream - Belgrim was swimming in a giant jug of ale when all of a sudden it ran dry and he was lost midst fresh fruits that turned into nightmarish monsters, coming after his thirsty self as he cried out in search of something to wet his parched tongue. The monster fruit, heading the bunch, was in the shape of a star. Belgrim had awoken sweating and moaning. He had dragged himself to the nearly empty pub, many halls away, and had drowned his nightmare in ale. A week later he had found a bunch of these star fruits on one of his frequent visits to Dale. Seeking revenge, or perhaps in an attempt to overcome his fear of star fruits, Belgrim had bought the whole lot and carried them back to the Lonely Mountain. He did get some very strange looks from family and friends, but the middle-aged dwarf was all for trying out a new ale recipe.

Needless to say, he was on his way to see how well the fruits had mixed with the grain. Belgrim couldn't help but rub his hands with glee as he entered the brewery, only to stop shot. There, in the middle of the work area, was a young red-bearded dwarf, busy sweeping the floor. One quick shrewd look around the room told Belgrim that this young upstart had been digging into his ale - his ale! Scowling fiercely Belgrim stalked over to the other dwarf (Mognar), growling in his deep, earthy voice, "And who gave YOU permission to mess around here, laddy! I see you have already been dipping your mug where it has no business to be!!"</font>

Hlaevang
27/Jul/2011, 06:58 PM
Kagam Khazads
The Great Library

Hlaevang enters the Great Library and makes his way to an open table. Pulling some tomes and several sheaves of parchment from his pack, he begins to pour through his notes. Looking up at the shelves before him, his mind wanders to times long ago, when he last wandered these hallowed halls. "Are any of my old friends still here?" he wondered. Are any left who would still remember him, perhaps fondly? Only time will tell.....

Dwimmerlaik
10/Aug/2011, 02:17 PM
Morogs
The Mines

Glorir had every right to be returning to the Mountain filled with rage and with thoughts of revenge pumping through his blood. He'd just been the victim of thievery at the Grand Royal Market in Dale. There was nothing a Morog was more proud of than the finished result of their hard days of mining; the nice shiny gems. To have some of those taken away without profit would tip most over the edge. That would soon come for Glorir. But now as he passed through the gate and began the long walk towards the deepest mines where his clan mates would be, any feelings of rage were thoroughly surpressed by thoughts of shame and dread. He had specifically been instructed to not return to the Mountain with one coin less than what the gems and jewels he'd gone out with were worth.

The black bearded dwarf dragged his feet and hung his head as he first ascended great halls and stairways, then descended others on his way down to the depths to bring the bad news to his fellow miners. They were going to hate him, he was sure. They would either throw him down into a deep black chasm or banish him from the clan until the end of days. He could not enjoy the sound of metal against rock as he returned, and was annoyed that no one really noticed that he had arrived. "HEY!" he shouted above the noise, almost as if he wanted to communicate the bad news as soon as possible and get the punishment over with.






Edited by: DwimmerIaik

Dwimmerlaik
13/Aug/2011, 05:56 AM
ANNOUNCEMENT

DURIN'S DAY IS LESS THAN TWO MONTHS AWAY!

</font>Durin's Day is the first day of the Dwarvish New Year, when the last moon of Autumn and the sun are in the sky together. Although there is a new year's day celebrated every year, it is not every year that Durin's Day occurs. The wisest of the Kagam Khazads have predicted that this special occurance will happen this year. The King under the Mountain, Dáin II Ironfoot, has sent messages, quotas, and lists to each of the clans. All of a sudden, the Mountain has become buzzing with activity as each of the clans ply their trades to make preparations for a gigantic Durin's Day celebration.

The Burx and Mex Uzbuns are working overtime brewing huge amounts of ale and have made a start on preparing the foods that can be preserved until the celebration. The Ankixogs are rehearsing performances and writing song after song to be sung in the halls and the great amphitheatre on Durin's Day. The Yukogs and Morogs are working overtime, not only to gather precious metals and make them into celebratory ornaments, but also to ensure they will have time to stop working and celebrate when the day comes.

The preparations for Durin's Day have begun!</font>

corlisswyn
15/Aug/2011, 03:47 AM
Ludhin</font>


Yukogs</font>Blacksmith Cave #54</font>
</font>A parchment message arrived for </font>Ludhin</font> while he was resting, and he found it on top of his anvil when he came in to work this morning. He was surprised to see it was from </font>King Dain II</font>. He took a weary seat nearby the everburning fire and took a careful look at what it said. </font>
</font>Durin's Day is said to come again this year? </font>Ludhin</font> was at once excited and suddenly weary. Dwarfs know how to hold a party. </font>Ludhin</font> sat and remembered the last </font>Durin</font>'s Day party years ago. The whole mountain did not work for five whole days, half that time spent recovering from the party that raged. </font>Ludhin</font> swore off ale for four months after the last </font>Durin</font>'s Day celebration. </font>
</font>Ludhin</font> then settled to the second page, which outlined some of the upcoming responsibilities and wishes for the party. Axes and swords for prizes as well as daggers and shields were needed. The list also included ornamental oil lamps and a method to hang them, as well as small decorations like hair and beard beads, wrist cuffs and broaches. </font>Ludhin</font> would have to pull together his entire blacksmith team to accomplish the party list, but he was certain he could do it in the time allotted in addition to their normal duties. </font>
</font>He read through the list once more and began making mental preparation lists. One thing was missing from this list, but it was certainly never intended to be on there. But </font>Ludhin</font> already had an idea of what he wanted to do. He reached to the nearby table and pulled out his sketch book. The perfect last addition was drawn out on page 32.</font>

Tornihyanda
15/Aug/2011, 05:36 PM
Yukogs



At the entrance
As he returned, one of the first things that Tornihyandaimmediately remembered to do was to visit the Halls that held the home of each Clan. He had been once Clan Leader of the Yukogs, leading through hazy times when the Clans struggled to survive. He had witnessed the merge of the Clans, but during his absence, they had been split again into their original forms. Although he had been away for really long time, he was a Yukog and he would always be one. On his journey, he rarely found a decent forge to practice his skills, but he stubbornly carried his working tools everywhere he went, hoping he would have a spare time and a fine place to sit and feel the iron being molded at his will.However, lack of training wasn't what worried him now, because after decades of hard working, he was quite sure that his talent wouldn't simply vanish in the blue. Instead, it was the arrival of the Durin's Day. Less than two months from that day, all the Dwarves would gather to celebrate their mighty Chief, and as always, there was plenty of work to do. Tornihyandahoped the Yukogs wouldn't rise any barrier to his returning, but with so many things to worry about, he wouldn't be surprised if they postponed his acceptance.It wasn't long path the one that drove them from the main gate to the Halls of the Yukogs, a way made of straight lines cut deeply in the rock. The old Dwarf had the opportunity to pass by the Halls of the Morogs, the miners of the Lonely Mountain. He recognized a few of them, a bit older now. Others, he couldn't really tell who they were, maybeyouthswho had grown and were now strong and vigorous Dwarves. But he had some urgency in getting into the Halls of the Yukogs, and therefore, he didn't lose much time in there, only quickly waving as he passed by. Rushing his pace, he covered the distance that separated him from his destiny rather hastily.And then, he suddenly stopped. The gates that opened into the chambers that hosted the Yukogs rose on his front and he stopped for a moment, to admire the ornaments. He felt something betweennostalgic and odd, as if he no longer belonged in there. Shivering those thoughts out of his mind, he headed frontwards and entered the large room, property of the forgers of the Mountain. Wondering to whom should he speak to, he took a look around, hoping someone would notice his arrival.

Lady Aikári
15/Aug/2011, 08:01 PM
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Ahh, whee, his foot burned as if there just had fallen that the table anvil was landing on his toes again. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal Firestone[/B] rested his hands on his knees and waggled the foot loose in the boot. Perhaps it was for the best that he went back toward his quarters and got some rest. With moving it the blood came free again and the pain lessened slowly. Scintillation went through his leg toward his foot and back toward his thigh. He reached for his crutches and stood, putting them forth and then leading on them walking forth. He knew how to take stairs with them, how to go over rough ground. He felt sorry for himself and looked envious to the other normal walking men. He came by the kitchens and sniffed up the delicious smell of just roasted hare. Could he get some? His gaze followed a young dwarf (<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Bolvar[/B]) that just had come from the kitchen and stood gnawing on some leaf, that obvious was meant for them all. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal[/B] was out to catch him and give him a reprimand for stealing something, but the young dwarf was too agile and headed off for the mines. He shrugged hating it; that he could not even do that anymore, catch a naughty youngling. But he was able to take it through another route and determined he stepped into the kitchen. The head cook looked up and noticed it was him. “<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Goodmidday, Udi. How are things here?” “Midday Yurdal, things go well. I even have a help here, but where is he now?” [/I]<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Udi[/B] grinned, then frowned around looking for a certain person. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal[/B] leaned on his crutches and pointed toward the door. “<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">A youngling just ran out of the door here going for the mines, holding some garlic or endive in his hands, eating from it.” “I will catch him! So he stole some of my food. Well he shall have no dinner tonight!” [/I]grumbled <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Udi[/B]. So much for sneaking away and stealing, <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal [/B]shook his head. “<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">I am sorry. I am not able to catch him.” “No, you helped already. I know where he has gone to. His hide I shall get later. He always off for mischief,” [/I]said the cook and stopped with chopping because he was done.

<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal[/B] settled himself down on a chair and let the crutches rest against the table. “<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Anything I can help with?” “Off course friend, do the radishes and the tomatoes and the paprika’s and make them fine,” [/I]said <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Udi[/B] to him . “<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">And tell me how it went in the theatre today?” [/I]Yurdal took a knife and a wooden board and began with the first radish to make fine. They already had been cleaned in water. The dark pink outside shone against the white inside and smelled fine. He liked them, but respecting the kitchen he didn’t eat from it. So he was busy with thirty more of them. “<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Oh it was full in the theatre today and silent. I have been chanting over a lost love, a woman who looses her betrothed after a quarrel, in battle. It was a magnificent piece. You have to understand they first are fighting verbally over that she doesn’t want him to go to war and he still goes, because he feels he must. And then an Orc knife takes his life and the woman is left behind with the quarrel in her mind, the regrets, heart pain and sorrow.” [/I]Udi grinned: “<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">That is a good piece indeed. You must chant it over the fire tonight again, when all bellies are full.” “I don’t know yet. I am tired, out of spirit for songs and poems and will go to my rooms after dinner to sleep,” [/I]sighed <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal[/B]. He shrugged. “<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">You’ll see, the evening will be different when we all have dined,” [/I]pointed <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Udi[/B] with a ladle to him, a merry expression on his face. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal[/B] let it go, not believing him. Nothing would go better, nothing had improved in the last ten years.

He had the chopped radishes in a bowl and began with the paprika’s. He liked this work; it took his mind from everything. He had to watch the knife, feeling how it easily went through a yellow one, a green one and a red one. Paprika’s came in many colours. Third were the tomatoes he did it slices and decorated them around a salad of eggs. When he was finally done he looked how <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Udi[/B] went on with the cooking. The kitchen was quite delightful place to be, if you could stand the busy spirit here. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal[/B] found it soothing. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Udi [/B]had always been a good friend and in the times <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Yurdal [/B]still could walk well they had often roamed the mines and hunted in the mountains for swine. The injury never changed the friendship between them. But they were then the same age almost. The differences in clans mattered not between them.<B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"> Yurdal[/B] was just a dramatic pessimist. <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Udi [/B]was the merry optimist and that glued for a perfect friendship. He even found some inspiration for a new poem. He would remember it – that was something he could very well – and write it down later on.

Dwimmerlaik
16/Aug/2011, 12:09 PM
Morogs
Halls of the Yukogs

Glorir's clan mates were so hard at work they did not even hear him when he cried out. He was just about to call out again when his nerves suddenly got the better of him. What had he been thinking? He couldn't tell them that he'd lost part of their share of their latest work. Sure, they would want to find and kill the thief if they knew what had happened, and that would be a good thing, were it not for the fact that they would kill poor Glorir before they got to it. On the spur of the moment, the old dwarf decided that his only option was to flee the mines and hope that no one had noticed him there.

There was only one thing for him to do. That was to rack his memories and remember every single person who had come to his stall on that unfortunate day in Dale, be it man or dwarf. He did have quite a few faces in mind, and thought that he might know where to look for a couple of them. Leaving the mines he took the long stair, for he could not afford to be pulled up the manual elevators. All the operators knew his face. The climb exhausted him because he had been on his feet all day.

When he finally reached the more upper levels of the mountain, he headed straight towards the halls of the Yukogs. He had been there with his gems on the days before he had set out for the market in Dale. They were the ones who had cut and polished the gems for him so that they would be ready to sell. He thought that if he saw some faces there, maybe one would trigger his memory as being someone that had come up to his stall. After all, a Yukog would certainly know how much his goods were worth and know that they were worth stealing. Not that he was blaming the whole lot of them. But there was always one or two shifty characters in any bunch. When he arrived at their halls, it took him some time before he found someone willing to lift their head from their work. But eventually he had gone as far as he could without losing patience, so he headed towards two dwarves that he recognised (Ludhin and Tornihyanda). After bowing and letting his long black beard touch the floor, he smiled and said, "Greetings to the both of you. We meet again! I wonder if I could trouble you for a moment of your time? I know you are busy and all, but I have a pressing issue that concerns the livelihood of the Morogs..."

Tornihyanda
17/Aug/2011, 10:36 PM
Yukogs
Halls of the Yukogs
Luckily for him, there were still plenty of Dwarves who knew him very well at the Yukogs and therefore, it was easy for him to conversation going. Indeed the Clan had returned to their old times and many things had changed, but it seemed he would have to wait for a bit longer to hear about all these news. For now, it was time to get Tornihyandasome space and a forge where he could work. Everything seemed to be more or less in the place since he had left, so it wasn't hard to get his way through the Halls of the Yukogs. He had already left his travelling bag at his rest room, so he quite lighter than when he had arrived. He had only carried a small sack with all his tools and soon they were inside a drawer on his own, at the working rooms. A fellow Dwarf handed him the key and smiled, offering his help whenever it would be necessary. The old Dwarf thanked for his kind attention, but replied that it wouldn't be necessary. At least, for now...So, he had some many things on his head that he didn't know where to start. For sure he wouldn't begin a project on his own, as he was certain his hands would be required for something else concerning the Durin's Day. Trying to remember what the Yukogs used to do in those occasions, Tornihyandawandered around the Halls, with no clear destiny, just admiring once again all the ornamented ceilings and walls. The heat from the forges rose his face as he passed by. As he spotted one of the blacksmith caves, he recognized a face whom the owner he had met earlier, not longer after his arrival. It was Ludhin, a fine gentleman who seemed to be a Yukog as well. He was ready to come in when another event draw his attention from his friend.Glorirhad just entered the Halls of the Yukogs and hastily darted towards them, having a urgent message for them. How he had get being them without being noticed, Tornihyanda couldn't really tell, as he was only aware of his presence when he was right behind them. Hopefully he wasn't getting def, because that would harm his pride too deeply. He liked to think all that amusement of being back was the reason, but there was no time to philosophy about it, as Glorir seemed quite in a worry. "Of course you can trouble me! In fact, I am quite thankful that you trouble me, because I really didn't know what to do now that I've just arrived! Some work would do me some good!" he smiled. However, with so many words coming out his mouth, he didn't allow Glorir to say much about what had brought him to the Halls of the Yukogs. "But tell me, what exactly is this issue that concerns the livehood of the Morogs?"</span>

corlisswyn
18/Aug/2011, 10:49 PM
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<b style="">Ludhin

Blacksmith Cave #54 &amp; Hall of the Yukogs[/b]</font>

<b style="">Ludhin[/b] struck a
bright orange rod with his hammer, creating a square shape for the rod. </span>The hammer in his hand always helped his
brain meet whatever challenges came before him.
</span>He continued to contemplate ideas and sort his team’s competencies for <b style="">Durin’s Day[/b] as he continued to shape
the rod, twisting it with his heavily gloved hand periodically to produce a
spiraling shape with the corners of the rod.
</span>He was so lost at thought he didn’t hear the arrival of <b style="">Tornihyanda[/b] or until she was in the <b style="">Ludhin’[/b]s team’s corridor. </span>He turned to greet him as <b style="">Ludhin[/b] watched him move back to the
main Hall of the <b style="">Yukogs[/b]. </span>With his concentration broken, he set aside
the rod and followed him to the hall.
</span>Almost immediately upon arrival, before he even had the chance to
properly greet <b style="">Tornihyanda[/b], the pair’s
attentions were drawn to <b style="">Glorir[/b], a <b style="">Morog[/b].
</span></font>

<b style="">Glorir[/b] needed a
moment of our time? </span>When <b style="">Morogs[/b] wanted the help of <b style="">Yukogs[/b], it was frequently a personal
request for some odd creation or to fix their tools when they hit a
particularly dense piece of ore. </span>But <b style="">Glorir[/b] had no tool in his hand, nor a
sketch of some fancy axe with all the jewels of Smaug’s hoard, so <b style="">Ludhin[/b] was at once intrigued.</font>

<b style="">Tornihyanda[/b]
granted <b style="">Glorir[/b] permission to speak,
thus negating <b style="">Ludhin[/b]’s requirement
to do so. </span>His ears perked up when he
heard <b style="">Tornihyanda[/b] was in need of
work. </span>He had a large list of items
needed for <b style="">Durin’s Day[/b], and while he
did not know <b style="">Tornihyanda[/b]’s
specialties, <b style="">Ludhin[/b] could tell that <b style="">Tornihyanda[/b] was no apprentice. </span>His age alone put him far past the apprentice
age, and he could see from the way he moved the core upper body strength he
had that was necessary for a <b style="">Yukog[/b].</font>

“Aye, <b style="">Glorir[/b]. </span>What is on your mind?”</font>OOC Tornihyanda (Feel free to PM me if you want to coordinate ideas for items for Durin's Day!</font>)</font>&lt;EDIT&gt;OOC Dwimmerlaik (</font>I've edited the gender to reflect that Tornihyanda's a guy! Thanks for the heads up</font>)</font>&lt;EDIT&gt; OOC Tornihyanda (I blame the beard for not realizing your character is male! Oh well, so much for having Ludhin try to hit on your character!</font>smileys/smiley3.gif</font>)</font>




Edited by: corlisswyn

Dwimmerlaik
21/Aug/2011, 04:23 AM
Morogs
Halls of the Yukogs

It had been a little bit of a lie when Glorir stated that the pressing issue concerned the livelihood of the Morogs. It didn't really. It more concerned his own livelihood. Of course, the fact that a good number of gems had been stolen was of extreme concern to his clan and infuriated them madly, but the reality was that Glorir was the only one who would truly be negatively affected by this. In addition to wanting the head of the thief, his clan would want his own head too for being so careless at the market. Nevertheless, the black bearded dwarf was quite willing to lead Tornihyanda and Ludhin into believing that the stolen gems in question were worth much more than they actually were and that the whole ordeal had struck a huge blow to the Morogs.

He finally spoke. "You may have been aware that I came into these halls no less than three days ago with a cart load full of gems, some of which were encrusted into weapons by the hands of your clan," he said. "The unfortunate and infuriating thing is that a load of my gems have since been stolen. I am here to ask if either of you saw any unusual faces snooping around your smithies near the time of my last visit?"

He looked back and forth between the two of them expectantly. He did not know that Tornihyanda had not been in the halls on that day. He did not want it to sound like he was accusing any Yukog of committing such a crime, for that would surely get him kicked out of the smithies quickfast.

OOC Corliss (Tornihyanda's character is a male</font>)

corlisswyn
24/Aug/2011, 03:29 PM
Ludhin
Yukog
Hall of the Yukogs

Unusual faces snooping around your smithies. Ludhin couldn't help but think that was quite a phrase Glorir turned. Ludhin took a careful look at the Morog standing before him. Glorir looked guilty, but of what was the dwarf guilty? Was it that he pilfered the gems and is looking for a scapegoat? Or did he let them get stolen and he's trying to protect himself? Or was it perhaps because he knew no Yukog took his gems and he was blaming them intentionally either to protect himself or perhaps a friend or accomplice? In any case, no good would come of this questioning.

He peered at Glorir for several moments, trying to come up with a non-accusatory response. The Morogs and Yukogs were on good terms, and handling this the wrong way could potentially lead to a clan conflict.

"Can't say I have. That's not to say I'm prone to hearing every coming and going from these caves, but if any Yukog saw someone who didn't belong here roaming around in the Yukog caves, rest assured I would have heard about it. We are very protective about our work, and that includes designs, raw materials, and finished products."

He eyed Glorir to see and hear his response, as hopefully it would give a glimmer to his real purpose asking that very loaded question. Ludhin also began hoping that if a thief was involved, it was another Morog. At least then the issue would be contained in the clan. But if another clan was responsible, the matter would most likely have to go before the King to prevent clan warfare.
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Aisil
25/Aug/2011, 01:26 PM
Burx-Uzbans</font>The Brewery</font> </font></span>Nîm was rushing from one end of the Brewery to the other end, paying no heed to whatever may be in her way. The brewery was chaos, there were no other words to describe it. Durin`s Day was coming up and it was always a period of full-blown stress for all members of the Burxes. After all, who didn`t want a pint.. or ten.. on Durin`s Day.</font>
</font>They were there to make sure there would be absolutely no shortage on the ale, or they`d end up with some really grumpy dwarves. Though they very much enjoyed the day itself (those who weren`t assigned to ale serving duties that it) the days ahead of it were torture. Brewing had always been a passion of hers though, or she wouldn`t have joinedthe Burxes so young and she hadn`t become such a dedicated member.</font>
</font>Luckily, she wasn`t on her own.. there were quite a few other members in her clan who were working just as hard. "So, what will be the specials for this Durin`s Day?" She asked the other dwarves near her. They`d make regular ale of course but for Durin`s Day they`d usually prepare a couple of special flavours to show off their skills too.</font>

Tornihyanda
26/Aug/2011, 05:36 PM
Yukogs
Halls of the Yukogs
Tornihyanda listened attentively to the words of Gloriras he reported a thief in the Halls of the Yukogs. It seemed some of them had been used to ornament some weapons, but another portion has been missing since and the Morogs, or at least, that was what the other Dwarf made him think, were almost certain that the crime had happened at the Halls of the Yukogs. Now, there was a mess that the old Yukog Clan Leader couldn't solve at all, because he had just arrived and therefore, he was completely unaware of what had happened in the Halls some days before.However, it wasn't even clear if it had been a member of the Yukogs to perform the theft or it had been somewhere from the outside who had infiltrated into the Halls and taken away the gems. Listening to the words of Ludhin, the Dwarf waited for his turn to inform Glorir about his complete lack of knowledge about the issue. "I've just arrived, I really don't know what has happened. Besides it, there are too many new faces around here, so I can't really tell if there is anyone strange to the Halls."Well, it seemed that Tornihyandahad something to do after all. Maybe not really what he was expecting, but something challenging never the less. It wasn't the first time that the Yukogs were stolen. The last time he could remember it, it had happened in the blacksmiths at the Marketplace, that old shop named the Smaug's Breath. Did still exist? Well, it wasn't time to think about it, because there were other more important affairs that should get fully attention from Tornihyanda. Surely it was a problem that the gems from the Morogs had been stolen, but they had now also to confirm that nothing more had magically disappeared too. "What should we do, then? Maybe start asking around if anyone unfamiliar was seen around walking into rooms when it wasn't supposed to?" he wondered, waiting for a reply from either Glorir or Ludhin.</font></span>

Naurusc
30/Aug/2011, 05:41 AM
Kruz
Ankixogs
The Amphitheater

Kruz was proud to be in, what he considered, the best room in the great halls. He relished the melodic (in his opinion) and rhythmic (again, a matter of opinion) stomping of his fellow dwarf, of uncertain name (Thorin), but certain assured quality given the nature of his tome and his obvious acquaintance with it.

Another Dwarf (Yurdal) began reciting a poem! Kruz took another swig of his ale as he listened. Steady drinking after each stanza ensured that the well dressed blonde haired dwarf of much comfort and little familiarity with hardship remained until the end.


<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Where would I have gone<?: PREFIX = O /><O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Where would I have gone to<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">They took away my dream<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">They took away my future. <O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Lonely I dwell on the plains<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Grey, empty and endless<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">As they only can be in thought<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Plains as the mountain mists. <O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">My future is lost, nowhere <O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Where could I have gone to<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">A grey road only leads me on<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The mists have not lifted yet. <O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">My heart aches of pain<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">I could sit down and weep<O:P></O:P>[/I]
<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The loss of my ever dream<O:P></O:P>[/I]
The dream to be a blacksmith.
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<DIV>
<DIV>
<DIV>
<DIV>
<DIV>Kruz stood listening for some time. Indeed, for some time after the poem had been read. He had stopped listening even as he stood there. In fact, he was the last one standing there - long after the other sensible and less well-off dwarves had stopped listening. It took some time, but he finally decided that the poem was missing something - ahh yes - it was missing a line or two about treasures. Surely, that would cheer any poem no matter how its quality may be. Kruz began to think of just the right lines ...to add and as he stood there (he was not drunk mind you, no no, he was just enjoying the ale - alot) he recited the following:
<DIV>
<DIV>But lo! behold how wide my grins!
<DIV>So long my beard and braided my hair
<DIV>for fastened under the long tresses under chins upon chins upon chins &lt;hiccup&gt;
<DIV>treasure! A secret compartment under there
<DIV>
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Rior Laegiel
09/Sep/2011, 06:11 PM
NPC Silverbeard
Burx Uxbans - The Brewery

He had settled in Dale some years ago, but now and again Silverbeard made sure to come back to Erebor and help out with the brewing. Now, less than two months away from Durin's Day he knew his help would be needed more than usual, thus he had returned to the halls of the Burx Uzbans to give them a hand in preparing the ales for the celebration. Walking the tunnels of the mountain, he knew it had been way too long since his last visit to help his friends and he sighed to himself as he wished he wasn't so busy at home so he could come here more often.

Hurrying down the last hallway, he arrived at the clan halls to hear a dwarfette (Nîm) ask about specials for Durin's Day. He also noticed two other dwarves (Mognar and Belgrim) further inside the hall. "Well," he started to answer the question while turning to the dwarfette, walking further inside the halls in order to avoid blocking the entrance. "We could try making Hazelnut Ale and Black Currant Ale," Silverbeard suggested, thinking if he could come up with some other flavours to choose from when deciding which ones to make.</font>

Dis
09/Nov/2011, 09:28 AM
Dis Hammerhand
Morogs
Deep in the mines

Dis was wiping dust off of one of her old furnaces. She was a diminutive Dwarf with long chocolate colored braids. Her beard was in a dozen but the rest of her hair was in one thick braid down her back. Her eyes looked like two shiny pieces of jet. Sometimes she was called Hoppit by her fellow Dwarves because she was so small with a slight build.

The days were now long ago when Dis worked her seeming magic and grew rubies inside these furnaces. She wore a large ring on her finger that was set with a ruby she had grown and cut herself. It was a vibrant true shade of red. She ended up having to cut her own gems because the cutters did not trust the oddly shaped crystals that came from her furnaces.

The door of the furnace squeaked as she opened it and peered inside. It was dusty but still looked functional. The real test would be when she fired it up.</font>Edited by: Dis

Norin Deathfoot
26/Dec/2011, 11:51 PM
Norin Deathfoot


MorogsThe Mines
Norin knew she shouldn't really be here. After all, the others were all working in other places but she had this overwhelming curiosity to see her old quarters and the old places where she had lived and worked in happier times. She was skipping her sleep schedule to do this exploring and would surely pay for it in the morning when she would be too tired to lift her axe.
She had noted that while the rest of the passages were dusty and the rooms looked....less roomlike., one passageway was clear of dust. She followed it, to come to the old furnaces. There was a light on. Curious! She edged closer and looked inside. There was someone there! Someone short and ... could it be? She opened the door. "Dis?"

Annolori
12/Jan/2012, 04:53 PM
Mex Kitchens

Anno ran his fingers across the dusty table and tutted in irritation. "Just can't find good staff these days! Time was when this place was spotless, and you could eat off the floors. Mind you, the old staff took a bit of training. Even then, ShEru never got the hang of preparing Balin Bhajis, and Soleil couldn't bake bread to save her life. She forged it. Mind, it did make good doorstops."

Anno sighed, and rolled up his sleeves. "Needs a dragon's flames to scour this place. Best be getting on with it myself."

Much, much later he looked around the gleaming kitchens with a small smile on his face. "Better, much better. So, what should I start with? I know! Belegost Brownies, just for me."</font>

KhôrinStrongart
13/Jan/2012, 10:37 PM
Kagam Khazad</font></font>Khôrin entered the huge halls of the library with trepidation. Even from a distance he already suspected what was awaiting him - dust, mildew and rotting parchments. The huge door creaked as he pushed it ope and then stuck halfway. </font></font>He entered. Rows and rows of shelfs extended into the darkness. Where were all the readers,the librarian, the experts? What happened?</font></font>Khôrin wandered along the shelfs, his fingertips brushing softly across decaying scrolls and bookbacks. Finally he reached the center of the huge library, where all the aisles came together like a the hub of a huge wagon wheel. The librarians desk, once manned by industrious Kagams, was empty. </font></font>Khôrin lit a safety lamp -although with all that humidity in the library the risk of burning books was zero. He set down to work.</font></font>Several hours later stoves were slowly spreading their warmth and Khôrin had unblocked the ventilation system. Time to start the process of drying out the library. He looked at the huge tome in front of him - at least the painstaikingly assembled dictionary of Khuzdûl had not been too badly damaged, even though a few pages got stuck together and the smell of mildew was overhelming. He carefully separated the pages and pushed sheets of paper in between. That would do it for the moment. </font></font>Another book looked far less well. He carefully turned a few pages and then smiled sadly. So much was indecipherable. But maybe there was somebody who could help. He left the library.</font></font>Mex Kitchens</font></font>The mouthwatering smell of ovenfresh Belegost Brownies drew Khôrin unerringy to the Mex kitchen. Somebody had been hard at work. He looked around and saw a dwarf puttering around. When he turned Khôrin frowned.</font></font>I know him... and yet I am sure I never met him personally. Who is this? Then it came to him.</font></font>"Hello. I think you must be Annolori. I've seen pictures of you and Queen Marin. I'm Khôrin Strongart. I think you knew my cousin, Freyr."</font>

Annolori
14/Jan/2012, 02:32 PM
Mex Kitchens

Anno had baked three batches of Belogost Brownies, but he wasn't a happy teddy. They just weren't quite right. Good, but not good enough. It had been years since he'd prepared any, and he was going by memory for the recipe. What was the missing ingredient? Ingredients? Maybe his taste buds had changed.

"Now what happened to the recipe scroll?" he asked himself. "Let's see... I certainly had it before the Imp started stealing brownies. I wonder... When I caught the little scallywag she had all sorts of loot in her hideaway. Last I heard of her she was scaring Balrogs in KD. Could the recipe still be there?"

So engrossed was he that he never heard Khôrin enter, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when he spoke.

"Aule's... baubles! Don't, do not sneak up like a hobbit, unless you want your beard shaved by my axe!"

He glared at Khôrin. "Freyr? Let me think. Freyr Strongart. Hmm, it's been a while, but I do have a vague memory. Crotchety, wasn't she? Or did she crochet? Both? Dabbled in magick? Handy with a knife, or was it an axe? Bit of a "purist" for languages? Come on, mate, help me out here. I've slept since then."

And then it dawned on him. "OH! Now I remember! She misplaced my queen, allowed the golem to kidnap her." Anno ran his finger across the extremely sharp blade of his axe, and smiled. "Your cousin wouldn't happen to be around? I'd like to thank her personally for her... attention to duty."

He took a brownie, tasted it. "Not bad, but not brilliant. Must get that recipe back.</font>

KhôrinStrongart
14/Jan/2012, 06:19 PM
Mex kitchenKhôrin flushed slightly at Anno' grousing. The events that had led to his cousin's 'disposal' were somewhat embarassing for him too - but they had nothing to do with the events the ex-king alluded to."Freyr? Yes - I have to admit she was a bit crotchety. But as I recall she got your queen back alright, wasn't it from some kind of snake woman? My cousin is - unfortunately indisposed." Khôrin didn't think Anno needed to know about the whole shameful business of Freyr's rebellion and the intervention of Mahal himself who put her to sleep."I think she is at Durgil's place now. He is taking care of her." Last Khôrin had seen his cousin she was in a glass sarcophagus being carried away by Durgil's men. He coughed, to cover his embarrassement."I've come for something that concerns the Kagam and the Mex. Here." He held out the badly damaged book. "This is a cook book with some very special recipes. Unfortunately a lot of the book is almost indecipherable. I need help in restoring it and thought that maybe you could help me figure out some of the words I cannot read. It seems to contain a special recipe for Belegost Brownies, but I can't read half of it."

Soleil
14/Jan/2012, 08:06 PM
After wandering for years, she ended up north, and cold. Far colder than she liked. For a dwarf who had spent part of her childhood deep in Harad country, north was a NOT made of awesomesauce. Of course, neither were the neighborhoods of the Harad.

Addressing a bush, because that's what one did when one was alone for far too long, Soleil mused I wonder if any of the other mountains are inhabited.

A black Raven rustled her wings in irritation from close by. Stupid question! She squawked irritably.

Soleil blinked. She'd forgotten she had a Raven companion, which was a serious indicator that she needed more company. Now! Wearily they trudged in the direction of the Lonely Mountain, and she stood squinting up at it. To the bird standing on her head she requested. Be a darling and fly in there, see who's about? If they need a gardener or cook, maybe? Thanks.

Anduriel</font>

She flew low and close, aiming for the high upper windows. Back home, where she'd met the golden hair, she knew this was the likely place to find kitchens and cooks and maybe even gardens, high up where shafts of sunlight would get through. She swooped, squawking in amusement at startled cries from those she got too close to. The particular smell of dwarven food attracted her. Spotting a greying dwarf and a younger dwarf in conversation in a large, warm, good smelling cavern, she landed on the doorknob, fluttered to the ground, and insolently listened in on their conversation.

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Edited by: Soleil

KhôrinStrongart
14/Jan/2012, 08:57 PM
Mex kitchen</font></font>Khôrin shot a glance at Anno and then gave in to temptation. The brownie was still warm and wonderfully chewy and crunchy at the same time. The taste was - almost heaven. </font></font>A fluttering caused him to look around. He wrinkled his nose, and put the brownie away. "Aren't birds in a kitchen rather unsanitary?"</font>



Edited by: KhôrinStrongart

kori_silverbear
14/Jan/2012, 11:27 PM
Towards the Mex Kitchen

Once again Kori's wanderings had brought him home. He had heard the dwarf clans were still active, and smiled as he called the many skills he had learned and good times he had had with many of the members of the various guilds. The silver-bearded dwarf was looking forward to an opportunity to join in in such things again, though he was not sure exactly where to begin.

His stomach once again decided things for him. There seemed to be sounds of much activity coming from the halls where the Mex had took up residence (as was expected), And of course the smells wafting from that direction were very hard to ignore. Approaching the door, he stopped to take in the delicious smells, and heard the question about birds. Surely Ravens were welcome just about anywhere. As were many odd animals, the dwarf had occasion to befriend. Though none were with him at the moment.

Annolori
15/Jan/2012, 02:24 PM
Mex Kitchens

When Khôrin reminded him about Freyr's role in rescuing Marin from the snake woman, Anno's memories of that time returned. He nodded, put his axe away. "Fair enough. Sorry to hear she's indisposed. She accomplished much for the kingdom."

He took the damaged book, looked at the passage that was supposed to contain the Belegost Brownie recipe, and read the scarcely legible runes. "Hmm. Nope, that's not it. What you have there is extremely dangerous. It's either the recipe for dwarf-fire - handy for blowing orcs up - or it's a recipe for Orcbite, Edain's creation."

Anno's eyes narrowed when Khôrin had the effrontery to take a brownie. He was about to tear a strip off the lad when Khôrin spoke about the unsanitary bird that had flown in. "Well it's not Pretty Polly, that's for sure. Can't recall what happened to her. Is it a crow or a raven?"

He looked at the scrawny thing, and sniffed. "Raven. Looks familiar. Shoo! Stay away from my brownies, bird. And go fetch your master or mistress. We could do with more hands in the kitchens."

Anno looked round and saw a silver-bearded dwarf standing just outside the open door. "Well, come on in, lad. Since when did dwarves stand on ceremony? My name's Anno, what's yours? Are you looking for work? If so, you came to the right place."</font>

KhôrinStrongart
15/Jan/2012, 04:47 PM
Mex Kitchen</font></font>Khôrin took the book back, aware that he'djust avoided a tongue lashing. But some things were worth a bit of abraided skin - Brownies were one of them.</font></font>"So for the Orcbite I better go to the Burx then. They ought to know the recipe well. And for that dwarf fire? Would the Morog know?"</font></font>Then he noticed the dwarf by the door. It wasn't surprising he didn't know him, much time had gone by since he had been here last. He nodded to the silver-bearded dwarf.</font></font>"Hello. I am Khôrin Strongart. I'm a Kagam. If you are looking for work, we could need a librarian too. Even better a scribe. The books are in a terrible state. Some might need copying."</font>

Soleil
15/Jan/2012, 05:52 PM
Anduriel</font>

More Dwarves were coming and investigating all the time. Would her friend be pleased or horrified at this? Anduriel cocked her head at the Mex leader. She knew him, even after all these years. And his warning about staying away from the brownies was pointless; she'd already had the idea to steal a few. Soleil would appreciate the favor. Fluttering just above his head, she told him, I will bring her, Anno. Not my mistress, my friend. Remember that Ravens are the companions and friends of Dwarves, not the servants! With that she dived down and snatched at two brownies with her talons, swooping up and away quickly. She would pay for that later, she knew that. So would the golden hair. But it was needful, and perhaps in time Anno would see that!

Soleil</font>

She sat waiting for her Raven friend, idly scratching half remembered runes in the dirt. Runes she'd learned from her one week with the magic practicing dwarves before changing her affiliation to the true love - the Mex Uzbans. Runes that she'd seen her long lost husband Durgil practicing and studying at times.

She sat still so long, that the rabbits she'd seen signs of earlier lost fear of her and began to put in appearances not far away. She watched them out of the corner of her eye for a time. Stealthily moving her hand to her waistband, where her sling hung, she prepared to hunt. A rabbit stew would be tasty! Her aim was as true as it ever was.

The fire was hot with very little smoke, and the spit was set up and emitting heavenly smells by the time Anduriel returned. Soleil no longer bothered to offer her arm as a perch to the Raven. She knew her friend's preferred perch, and merely resigned herself to it as always, flinching only slightly when the weight of the bird came down on her tightly braided locks. But she got a surprise. Anduriel dropped something to her in the seconds before landing. Soleil put her hands out automatically, and two delicious sweets plopped moist and warm into her hand.

She gaped at them. Brownies? Belegost Brownies! She whirled to the mountain as Anduriel chirped in satisfaction. One for you, one for me!

Come on! Soleil shouted, snatching up her pack and tossing it over her shoulder and grabbing the stick the rabbits were spitted on. Kicking dirt hastily over her fire, she shouldered the cooked meat, still smoking. We eat on the march. Anno is there! Come ON! She set off with the relentless, tireless half run of the Dwarven folk. She could run forever if she needed to at this pace. She was going....home?

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Edited by: Soleil

kori_silverbear
16/Jan/2012, 12:33 AM
The Kitchens.

Ahhh yes, there was the friendliness of dwarven clan members Kori remembered. There were none that the dwarf remembered but it seems that did not matter, as there were many of the dwarves that seemed to travel much. As Anno and Khorin greeted him, there seemed to be a familiar feeling as if Kori had heard mention of those names before, though he indeed had not officially met the two before him.

Smiling, Kori returned the greetings.

"My name is Kori, and I am quite pleased to meet you both. Primarily I am a wanderer, and friend to most of Middle Earth. I have dabbled in many fine arts over the years including brewing, cooking, mining, smithing and information gathering although i never seem to stay in one place long enough fully master one thing. Perhaps I shall stay or awhile and see where i may fit in however."

The smells of the kitchen once again attracted Kori's attention. "Is that Beleghost Browies I smell. I've heard they may have some interesting side effects when consumed by certain dwarves."

KhôrinStrongart
16/Jan/2012, 12:40 PM
Mex Kitchen</font></font>Khôrin's offer to work at the library didn't seem to meet with much interest with Kori. "If you reconsider, you will probably find me at the library. Happy dwelling."</font></font>He watched the Raven flutter off. His cousin had had a menagerie of critters, but Khôrin wasn't much for pets or companions. He gave Anno a nod and left to head for the Morog's quarter. </font></font>Morogs</font></font>There didn't seem to be much aktivity going on at the once so hustly and bustly quarters. But a faint trail in the dust showed him, that at least occasionally somebody came here. </font></font>He must have been right at the heels of another visitor. He could hear her call the name 'Dis'. When he entered the room himself he noticed a dwarf he dimly remembered. He pummeled his brain and finally came up with a name.</font></font>"Hello Norin. I heard you call for Dis. Is she her?" He looked around but could not see any trace of her. After a moment he held out the book to Norin. "You're a Morog too, no? I am looking for people who can help me with the restoration of this book. Anno said one of the recipes was for dwarf-fire. I cannot read the runes correctly so thought you might be of help."</font>

Annolori
16/Jan/2012, 07:19 PM
Mex Kitchens

Khôrin said, "So for the Orcbite I better go to the Burx then. They ought to know the recipe well. And for that dwarf fire? Would the Morogs know?"

Anno considered the questions, shook his head. "Orcbite was Edain's creation, so you won't find the answer with the Burx. But she was a Morog, and may well have had a hand in inventing or refining dwarf-fire. It's a shame that much of the knowledge of the old-timers has been lost or misplaced. It would be ironic indeed if the Imp took more than just my recipe. I wonder what else she stashed away?"

The raven fluttered over his head, releasing a cloud of dandruff. Anno coughed, fanned the air in irritation.

And then the bird spoke. "I will bring her, Anno. Not my mistress, my friend."

"Bring WHO?? Honestly, is it necessary to be so cryptic? OY! Get your claws off my brownies!"

Too late. The winged tea leaf (thief in dwarvish) scarpered with two of his precious brownies.

Anno glanced at his dwindling stock of brownies and sighed. He listened to Kori tell of his wanderings, and nodded. "Wanderlust I can understand. We dwarves are prone to that. Well, I hope you do stick around. My intuition tells me that matters are afoot, so you won't be bored."

When Kori asked about the side effects of Belegost Brownies, Anno gave a wry smile. "The most likely side effect was a clip round the ear. Pull up a seat, lad, and I'll tell you the history."

Anno looked back over time, and spoke in the soft tones of a storyteller. "Many, many moons ago the dwarves had a queen, Marin by name. She ruled alone with wisdom and compassion. In those days I was Clan Leader of the Mex, and I would often serve her food in the throne room. Many were the dishes I tried, for she could be a picky eater, and often neglected herself while tending to the needs of her subjects.

"Now, I knew she had a sweet tooth, so one day I presented her with a platter of Belegost Brownies, a new recipe of mine, especially invented for her, and named after our ancient great kingdom.

"They brought a smile to her face, and I was pleased. So, from thereon, I would bake her a new batch every day. Even when she chose me to rule by her side I would still make Belegost Brownies for her and her alone every day.

"But there came a day when I discovered that someone was stealing the brownies from the kitchens. To cut a long story short, I found out that the thief was an imp. Now imps mean no harm, and have no sense of property, so all was well.

"Much water has flowed under the bridge since those times, and the true recipe for Belegost Brownies has disappeared, much to my sorrow. What you see here is but a pale imitation. I think that the imp has the recipe, and I have heard that she is in Khazad-dûm. I am tempted to travel there, foolhardy as that may sound.

"And that is the true tale of the origins of the Belegost Brownies."</font>

ShEru
17/Jan/2012, 11:58 AM
(Heading to the) Mex Kitchens
Many many miles away...

Wandering as what seems aimless and lost to some, but just a bit of an attention issue to her, ShEru looked away from the pretty flowers on the road to see the sun begin to set over her left shoulder...</font>
... Hmm.. so that is... um.. WEST! and that means I am going... NORTH! and that star low on the horizon tells me that ... OH!! That is a LOVELY herb! .. what is it's name again? kingswort? kingsblood? bloody warts!! Oh yuck...

As the terrain grew more rocky, the sight of a lovely herb or flower here and there dwindled and ShEru was certain that meant she was getting close. She sat for a moment to grab a drink and sort her collections in her pouches. Whatever she was going to do she hoped that she might find a few old friends along her travels.</font></font>

Moneta
17/Jan/2012, 01:00 PM
(Miles from) Mex Kitchens



Monnie leaned heavily on her staff as she wandered slowly along the dirt road which seemed never ending to her, it had been many years now since she had departed her beloved Isengard in search of......now what was it she had been searching for? she couldn't quite remember and she shook her head hoping that this would somehow shuffle the memories around she had up there.
After a few moments she gave up even trying to remember and looking up she became aware that night was falling, the sun was already very low and she would need to find somewhere to shelter for the night, it was while she was looking around that she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye, giving it a second glance she let a small gasp escape her lips....it couldn't be..could it? Monnie again shook her head hoping that this time it would somehow miraculously adjust her eyesight before blinking rapidly and deciding that she had just seen a raven with what looked like two Belegost Brownies grasped tighlty in its talons. She tried to to follow the birds path but the sun was now almost gone and darkness was enveloping her and her failing eyesight meant she had no hope of seeing in which direction the bird had gone........but she did see which direction it had came from and the thought of once again tasting one of those rich, delicious sweet treats was too enticing for the wizard, sleep would not come to her that night so no point in wasting time even trying and with a spring in her step and her nose pointing towards the Lonely Mountain she set off to find the treasure she yearned......

ShEru
17/Jan/2012, 10:41 PM
(still on the road to) Mex Kitchens

ShEru skipped and sang and picked and plucked pieces of herbs here and twigs of sticks there... you just never know what might make an awesome potion or at least taste good in a piping hot cup of Aule's Espresso. ShEru was especially fond of Aule.. she didn't know why but always felt that she must have been a dwarf in a former incarnation.. ShEru did feel a little short for a wizard and not nearly as even tempered as her twin............

Heeeeey!!! I'd know that leaning staff walking skank anywhere! What's she doing on my road!!??</font> ShEru saw a familiar blue wizard drape walking just ahead. That gave her a WONDERFUL idea!

</font>I'll follow Monnie.. she never gets lost.... wonder where she is heading...</font>

and just then.... *GLOMP*</font>

Pallador
17/Jan/2012, 11:47 PM
(Many miles from the) Mex Kitchens

Pallador pulled a genuine antique Bilbo Baggins kerchief from the sleeve of his robe and mopped his brow. It had been long years since he had walked this way. His memory of the time before he had returned to Valinor was quite hazy, like something from a dream.

Eru, but it is quite hot today! Perhaps that tale of Ardan Warming is not such a fantasy after all! I am so very tired and hungry, and it is miles yet to the door of The Lonely Mountain. Ah well, nothing for it but to keep on. I hope those Dwarves will have a bone for an old wizzie to gnaw!

Far off in the distance he caught a glimpse of two robed forms moving along the same road. He decided to lengthen his steps to try and catch up. Mayhap they would have some idea just why he had been called back to the Hither Lands .Edited by: Pallador

Arwe Thereyet
18/Jan/2012, 12:06 PM
(Only a few miles from the) Mex Kitchens

Arwe was sure she could smell chocolate. Her eyes weren't the greatest anymore, and her back surely wasn't, but her nose was still in tip top shape. Even poor old Critter perked up a little, like he smelled something pleasing, too. As he should. The old sway backed son-of-a-nag was practically all nose now, and downright mule looking. Just as she was turning to follow her nose up the mountain, she spied movement back down the hazy trails behind.

"Probably another dust devil or something." She muttered. "No... wait. It's three of them. One slightly behind the others. Whadduya think Critter? Do those dust devils look sort of wizardy to you?"

Moneta
18/Jan/2012, 12:36 PM
(Only a few miles from the)</span><b style="text-align: left; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">Mex Kitchens[/b]



<b style="text-align: left; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">
[/b]<b style="text-align: left; : rgb255, 255, 255; ">Monnie [/b]stopped to wipe a bead of sweat from her surprisingly unwrinkly brow, all this walking was making an old wizard very thirsty she thought reaching for her water pouch, giving it a shake she realised there wasn't much left and hoped that she could make it last until she reached her destination.</span>
</span>Removing the cork from the leather pouch she licked her lips in anticipation of the cool, refreshing water that was about to taste and began to raise the pouch to her parched lips, not even a drop of the elixir of life made it to her lips as suddenly and inexplicably Monnie found herself lying sprawled across the dusty road, her staff having flown off in one direction and her water pouch in the other while the right side of her face stung from the gravel and dirt that was sticking into it as she lay winded as she lay there trying to gather together in her mind what in Arda had just happened.</span>
</span>Gingerly she began moving each of her limbs one at a time..nothing felt broken which was a good sign and very lucky for a wizard of her advance years, then her nose started to twitch, she was sure she could smell that repulsive smell that she had avoided for the last few years, inhaling a deep breathe to make sure she almost wretched with disgust...it couldn't be...there was only one person she knew still wore that disgust brand of deodorant "Eau d'Orc" and that was her short in stature, big footed wizard of a sister, "Sheru!!!!!!!!!" she bellowed getting to her feet quicker than she thought possible and turning she came face to face with her evil twin................</span>

Annolori
18/Jan/2012, 03:06 PM
Pretty Polly
Some way from the Mex Kitchens

Much is known by the lore masters of the great eagles and ravens, but not a lot is known about parrots. Sad but true. And yet, no self-respecting corsair would be without a parrot, no?

One corsair lost his parrot in a game of chance to a wizard by the name of Annolori. The parrot cheated, or so Anno claimed when he returned to a certain tower where wizards congregated in a bygone age.

When El imperiously instructed Anno to take care of the library, Pretty Polly moved in too, and nested in the high stacks of L-Space. Her favourite pastime was dive-bombing unsuspecting wizards. Anno found her very useful. No wizard argued with Pretty Polly when she demanded payment for late returns, and they all scuttled when she announced closing time.

Time passed and Pretty Polly became the companion of Annolori the dwarf. Yes, I know. Same name - sheer coincidence. Honest. You could tell them apart easily. One had a staff, the other an axe. Simple.

On this day Pretty Polly left Anno to clean the Mex Kitchens. She didn't appreciate it when he used her as a feather duster, so she went for a long flight, and that's when she spotted sundry wizards making their way towards the Lonely Mountain.

Old habits die hard. She gave a hawkish grin and swooped on ShEru and Moneta. "Make way, make way! Lady with a pram coming through. Closing time, closing time soon. Pick your skirts up, ladies. Hoppit. Mex Kitchens are this way. Stop your dawdling. Move your asps."

She soared, turned and aimed for Pallador. Anno had taught her a few choice phrases, but parrots can also mimic other sounds - like the library doors slamming shut, which was guaranteed to give any laggard wizard a heart attack. Nobody liked being locked in L-Space overnight. She could also mimic the sounds of a stuka bird diving, and that is what she did now as she dive-bombed Pallador. She veered away bare inches from his head, and circled.

"Free food, free food in the Mex Kitchens. No time for watching the grass grow. I say, boy, pay attention when I’m talkin’ to ya, boy!"

Not waiting for a reply, she flew on, made for yet another wizard riding a sway backed son-of-a-nag.</font>

Pallador
18/Jan/2012, 04:48 PM
(Lonely Mountain in view)
Close, but no banana, to the Mex Kitchens

Pallador reached high and, using an old hankie, wiped the mess from his wizzhat.

Confound that blasted bird! I would think that enough time has passed that the critter would have gone to a justly deserved reward with Yavanna! Well, nothing for it but to keep walking, and I am getting hungry! I could eat an orc, and they don't taste very good!

Pall jammed his hat back on, hitched up his robe, bent his back, and with staff in hand kept walking.

ShEru
18/Jan/2012, 06:19 PM
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(Mex Kitchens Ahoy)</font>

</font>ShEru couldn’t believe the odd coincidence that she would
actually, literally, run into her light-loving twin sister on the same day that
she had worn the awful nasty perfume Monnie gave her three Yule’s ago. </span>Anything that would keep neekerbreekers at bay makes a great accessory to have on ANY traveling excursion - </span>Midgewater </span>Marshes, Fangorn, you name it! </span>Laughing hysterically at her sister sprawled
out on the gravel, she didn’t have time to notice that overgrown gnat of a
parrot dive-bombing her way and ShEru took a pelting right upside her cushy
wizzie hood.</font>

</font>What the – Aagghh!! </span></font>

</font>In her flailing about to shoo the Pesty Polly away ShEru
knocked into an old pall…. PALLADOR!!!</font>
</span>Pall was saved from the ever present glomping because everyone knows
glomping at close proximity is a REAL BAD idea.</font>

</font>The trio of wizzies scurried about to mind the wishes of
Polly – knowing full well the consequences of disobeying. </span>Being locked in L-Space was the deterrent of
all criminal activity in Isengard after zapping was outlawed as cruel and
unusual. </span>We wizards knew that was just
the politically correct story Saruman’s flying pigs dropped from the tower. </span></span>Pallador, Moneta, and ShEru made quick time
heading up to the Lonely Mountain when they came upon an old nag and her sorry
excuse for a mule, too….</font>

</font>Wow! </span>Monnie, Pall,
look! </span>Is that who I think it is? </span>We have to be getting close to the source of
those smells and the brownies and the crumbs and where that overgrown gnat came
from, but, arewethereyet? arewethereyet?
</span>Oh, that is Arwethereyet!!</font>

</font>Arwe! </span>Do you know how
to find the Mex Kitchens? </span>If we can bust
in that place I’m sure we could wrestle up some good grub and fill our empty
canteens with some good Dwarven ale!</font>

</font>The four wizards continued along the path, following the
guidance of Arwe and the trail of droppings.. brownie crumbs that is, left by
some possible parrot or maybe something bigger like a raven until they came
upon a dusty looking entrance . . . </font>

</font>ShEru stuck her head just inside the door to see if the
coast was clear… perhaps this kitchen was still abandoned and they could pop in
and pilfer at will.. but then, she heard voices… grumpy sounding voices….</font>







Edited by: ShEru

Soleil
18/Jan/2012, 06:38 PM
Soleil and Anduriel</font> traveled at the same pace for several hours. As she jogged along, Soleil tore strips of roasted rabbit and stuffed them in her mouth, frequently tossing a hunk up into the air. Used to this kind of sharing with her companion, Anduriel </font>caught the meat on the fly with croaks of thanks. The brownies were being saved for later. As dusk fell, the Raven began to sweep in lazy circles ahead, scouting out the trail.

Returning to Soleil, We're close! Door ahead,</font> she reported briefly. Then the Raven spotted the travelers some distance behind them. Tall folk! Tall folk coming, Soleil! </font>

The dwarfette slowed, glanced behind her, a frown marring her face further. She stopped and debated things a bit. I've got to face people sometime, Anduriel.</font> She addressed the bird as she brought out the brownies and began to eat her share. I've been alone too long. It'll be good for me. Won't it?

Swallowing with a soft "mmm" of enjoyment, she cocked her head as a new thought intruded. Anno doesn't have the recipe quite right....hmmm. Somehow, that helped her make up her mind and she settled on the side of the road. Whoever the "tall folk" were, they would walk right past her. Of course, being of such tiny stature, they could easily overlook her.....

KhôrinStrongart
18/Jan/2012, 07:53 PM
Morog Halls</font></font>Having received no reply from the deserted Morog Halls Khôrin left a message to please contact him in the library and returned to the wasteland of rotting scrolls. </font></font>Kagam Khazad</font></font>Much later</font></font>Khôrin looked along the long rows of shelves and rubbed his hands in satisfaction. Already the air was notably less damp.After asuperficial inventory he found that the damage was less extensive thanfeared, butone section had suffered much from the mildew and rot. Unfortunately it was the section with the biographies ofillustrous and less illustrous dwarves. </font></font>Khôrin walked along the shelving until he came to the letter 's'. His cousin had told him that there would be a genealogy of the Strongarts she had painstakingly assembled.Khôrin looked forward to reading about hisrelatives. His own family had not been able to transmit their history to him. For a dwarf not knowing his ancestors was like being without an axe. Something essential is missing. </font></font>But looks as he might, Khôrin could not findthegenealogy. Where it ought to be a gap seemed to smirk at him. He stood on his toes to examine the place. Since he hadn't yet gotten around to do any cleaning he could clearly see small fingerprints in the accumulated dust of years. </font></font>Who in Erebor had such tiny hands? Who had snuck off with HIS book? This needed further examination! </font></font>But first he needed to do something for his physical wellbeing. He needed a bite to eat. Maybe that grumpy dwarf in the Mex kitchen would have a few Brownies left. </font>

kori_silverbear
19/Jan/2012, 12:12 AM
Mex Kitchens

Kori considered all the info Anno had given him and socked it away. Perhaps it would be interesting to take a trip to Moria and see if he could find such an imp. Of course he'd have to deal with goblins and the other unsavory creatures which didn't seem so appetizing at the moment with the smell of brownies in the air. Then there was the matter of the apparent lost recipes and formulas of the elder dwarves. It would be important to recover them, though that also might not be an easy task.

Khorin seemed to have a good head on his shoulders, and perhaps he would make good headway on discovering information on the lost recipies. Kori might indeed help out in the library but for now he decided to see if Anno would let him have some of those delicious smelling brownies.

"That is indeed a very interesting tale. If you ever do decide to try to track the imp down, let me know; I'd be interested in helping. Though perhaps a descent into those halls may be unwise given the current state of things. Do you have enough brownies for me to sample here. I think some chocolate might do me alittle good."

Pallador
19/Jan/2012, 04:56 PM
(Lurking about like a lurking lurker in the Mex Kitchen at last!)

Pallador poked around in the multitudinous cabinets and other assorted storage areas in the voluminous kitchen. Empty, empty, empty was all he found, and he was powerfully hungry! Finally, finally, he found some several somethings!

Ah, what do we have here? Hmm? Some eggs, a flagon of ale, red meat off the bone, apple tart...now this is more like it!

Just then he heard a rustling behind him and, drawing one short sword, he turned suddenly, and found himself nose to nose with...

ShEru! By Eru you startled me! I could have spitted you like..like, well, like something to eat! Are you here to sneak, or are you seeking comestibles as I am? If so, take a look at what I have turned up here! Edited by: Pallador

ShEru
20/Jan/2012, 02:39 AM
Mex Kitchen

ShEru wasn't sure WHAT that goody-two-shoes Sister of hers was doing and maybe that nag was distracted by a studly something or another that nags are distracted by along rocky roads and hilly hills... Uncertain of those grumpy sounding voices, ShEru carefully snuck, sneaked, into the back room of the kitchens, that door beside the huge sink with the mithril chains twisted around the base. This area of the kitchen smelt like Mordor brimstone and Moria mold with a dash of something lemony... She tried to not think too much about it..

Looking around in her "yeah-I'm-lost-what's-new" look that she had perfected over the millenia of maiadom, ShEru suddenly found herself nose to nose with that karyoke-singing wizzie, Pallador.

</font>What in Eru's name are you doing here? How'd you get in here? Those damn dwarves are always mining and building, I guess there is a new door here somewhere...</font>

ShEru eyed the goodies that Pallador was pilfering, but for some reason couldn't quite stomach any food...
</font>
Where's the ale, Pallador? And shhhhh... I heard some grumpy voices that are probably in the front of the kitchen.. how much of a rustle you stirrin' up here? Some one is gonna hear us... Hey, Look! Here's some coffee!!</font> ShEru took a sniff... </font>It doesn't seem too old.. think we can heat it a bit?</font>

Pallador
20/Jan/2012, 07:31 PM
Poking around in the Mex Kitchen

Pall poked and rummaged through first one cupboard and then another. Paying only minimal attention to what his old Wizzie pal was saying, he hummed and sang under his breath.


It's a miserable day in this dank dark mine,
What shall I do first? Ahh, I know!
When morning comes,
I need some fuel to make the day go right!
My muscles, bones, heart and brain
Have troll sized appetites;
My tummy grumbles
As I stumble towards my first meal of the day;
I need a yummy breakfast
So join me as I sayyyy....

Pass me the granola!
I put in a bowl-a,
Pancakes,
Ent Berries,
And orange juuice!
How about some toast?
Crebain eggs will really please me,
Please, please make them over easy;
Waffles,
With syrup,
And a big glass of milk
How about some fruit?
Mmm, fruit is a hoot!
(Breakfast song from Blues Clues, sort of)

Hmm, oh, ShE, no, just look at it carefully and you'll note the layer of scum on that coffee. It's probably been here for an Age! YOU can drink it, but I wouldn't touch that stuff with a 10 foot wand!

KhôrinStrongart
20/Jan/2012, 10:12 PM
Mex kitchen</font></font>Khôrin sniffed. The hoped for smell of browies was absent, and the grumpy dwarf was nowhere in evidence but from the back of the kitchenhe could hear voices. From the sound of it somebody was going through all the cupboards. There was something about the voices that made Khôrin perk up. They lacked a certain - dwarfishness. </font></font>He poked his head carefully around the doorjamb. Humans! Khôrin didn't like humans. Too many bad memories were tied to the presence of humans. But Erebor was open to all kinds of people and he better show hospitality even though he didn't feel much kindness towards these strange visitors. He wondered if all humans felt free to raid any larder that crossed their way. </font></font>The female human in the .... oh my - they weren't humans they were - Istari! Khôrin coughed.</font></font>"That's the scullery. I am sorry but things have been a bit - on the slack side. The coffee must be left from last night. But if you come this way we might find a bite to eat in the larder. Oh. I am Khôrin Stongart. Welcome to Erebor."</font>

Annolori
21/Jan/2012, 03:05 PM
Pretty Polly
Some way from the Mex Kitchens

Pretty Polly swooped over Arwe and her nag. "Night falls! Night falls! Closing time soon. Red sky at night, Merakhagon's delight. Mind the dragon, mind the dragon. Lock your maidens away, dragon on the prowl."

No answer.

Pretty Polly rolled her eyes, put on her best Foghorn Leghorn voice. "Look sister is any of this filterin’ through that little blue bonnet of yours?"

Still no answer.

Pretty Polly flew off towards the Mex Kitchens, and then her eagle eyes spotted a pink raven and a dwarf sitting by the road - nibbling on one of Anno's brownies!

"Sacrilege! Effrontery!" PP swooped. "Give it back, give it back! Can't you read? 'Return to owner' it says on the back. Move along, closing time. Night falls. Report to the Mex Kitchens for racking or cleaning racks. Anno's choice."

No answer.

Pretty Polly gave up, flew away. "Nice girl, but about as sharp as a sack of wet mice."</font>

ShEru
22/Jan/2012, 01:26 AM
Ah! Well last night's coffee is generally the best kind if you can reheat it sufficiently... you're a dwarf! Well, um, by that I just mean you folks know a little bit about getting hot! Thank you, </font>Khôrin! </font></font>It is nice to meet you! </font></font>ShEru</font></font> placed her arm across her chest and bowed her head down to show her appreciation and respect towards the dwarf. Anyone with access to good coffee would quickly be a new friend for ShEru. </font>

ShEru wiped her staff down with her sleeve to check the runes and show </font></font>Khôrin;</font> </font></font>See here? It's a Kauno in the making! But I suppose I can not fault dear Oloronya, as you may notice that ... um.. well.. it's just a plain ol' fashioned crack right there.. see?? Now.. that was.. what was that? It seems it was some sort of catastrophic crash.. or perhaps Moneta was using it to pry open the door to the wine cellar.. that door was always such a bugger! I think we should never have let that elf fix it in the first place! Never send an elf to do a dwarf's job, you know? So, Olo started some good work here.. well, she actually fixed that crack so I can't say she messed up on this fire rune but it isn't finished you know? I think that could have been my fault though.. maybe I should never have taken on so many learnings at once you know? I think that Perth and Mannaz and Dagaz should have been enough well I didn't actually do ALL those at the SAME time I mean. HA!! That'd be funny, right? So, ANYWAY.. I don't have much fire ability going on here.. I need to heat this coffee. Is there a forge nearby...um, what did you say your name was? I'm ShEru. I really like coffee. Was that Pretty Polly I saw flying through here? I believe she pelted me on the road! Is that a tear in my hood? This is a very old cloak you know. I like it, nice pink color.. It's hard to find this color in all of Arda anymore. This robe actually came from Tol Eressea, it's true! That parrot has HORRIBLE claws.. did you know she came from Isengard? Have you ever been there? Nice place, you know! Oh! I have herbs!

Pall!! - you should pay more attention and if you sing, well that's all good and fine, but you have to pay attention to what's going on in this here kitchen, boy! He said "larder"! That means "BACON"!! Let's go...</font>

ShEru grabbed Pallador's old grey cloak by it's large flowing sleeve and tugged him to follow the militant dwarf with her.</font>





Edited by: ShEru

Haflin
23/Jan/2012, 03:04 AM
Burx Uzbans
Brewery
Haflin

In a shadowy corner of the Brewery, as the dusk fell a pungent orange outside and lit the barrel stacks inside a bright brown through the small windows above them all, a lone dwarf busied himself with preparation. Light he seemed of feet and of heart even though his plump belly waggled slightly as he moved. He stomped from one side of the corner to the other in true dwarven fashion humming a rythmless tune as he laid out ingredients on a long counter and flipped through the worn and aged pages in a great book that laid open atop it. Next to him sat a barrel which stood on its end and with a quick tug, was opened and its content's scent wafted into the warm room, filling it with the aroma of fermented perfection."Hmm, hmm." The Dwarf said to himself as he dipped a ladle into the brew inside the barrel and brought it out to inspect it, first looking at it to make sure it had hte proper amber hue, then smelling it to make sure it had the appropriate scent of barley. Then there was hte most important part, the taste test. He brought the ladle to his bearded mouth and supped generously before swallowing and finally smiling to himself in satisfaction. "Ah yes, that's aged well." He said.About he went, adding different components and mixtures to the brew and repeating the tests for each addition, perhaps adding a bit more when he detected a lack of a certain part. all the while he went on talking to himself contently. "Oh yes, that's quite enough vanilla, now, it is time for the real fire!" And so he brought a bag of round plants from the pantry and poured a good many of them into a bowl. Then with gusto he crushed the mixtue up with some honey and poured it all into the barrel. This was no ordinary brewing, today Haflin Boarstout was making his family specialty and the reason for his namesake; the boar's stout ale."Oh yes, the truffles and honey are what give the brew its real flavor." He would happily report to his friends who would ask him how he made his phenomenal brew. Of course it was more than just the ingredients that made the brew as a few impersonators had discovered. The true art of ale brewing was being "true to the brew" as his uncle would say, it was the method, the effort in making it that made it great. Soon with a large stick he was stirring the brew and stood there many minutes mixing it thoroughly, singing to himself as he did so."Old was the glory and old was the rock, old was the hill and old was the knock." He then paused. "Hm, yes, I'll have to write that down." He said as he went on stirring his family's great drink.

KhôrinStrongart
23/Jan/2012, 12:32 PM
Mex Kitchen</font></font>Khôrin's jaw dropped as he tried to make head or tail out of the rush of words from the pink cloaked wizzie, ShEru. There were a few items he understood, and the name Oloronya almost caused him to jump - his life had become rather peaceful lately and he'd hate to have the Maya make an appearance again. Nothing to disturbe a quite minute in the bathroom than a voyeuristic Wizzie - especially if she inhabited ones own body. </font></font>He tagged behind the pink wizzie and the grey wizzie and then rushed past them to get the larder first. Just to keep things under control. If he handed them out coffee, eggs and beacon they might refrain from going through the rest of the food like a storm in the desert - with about the same disastrous effect. </font></font>"Here's coffee. And your rune thingie is really not necessary, we have a perfectly good hearth. It won't take a minute to get it going." Somewhere in the back of his head the thought kept niggling at him, that the grumpy dwarf would have a word or two to say about this incursion into his kitchen. He'd just hide behind those wizzies, they were tall enough as it was. </font>

Soleil
23/Jan/2012, 02:53 PM
OOC: Anno, Anduriel's not pink! She just sounds that way. And I already swallowed the brownie! *sticks tongue out impudently* Also, thanks for noticing I was there!

Soleil watched the tall folk wander past her with an amused expression. Bent on only one goal, they were! She cocked her head, listening to the sounds of rummaging and excited voices drift from the door only a few yards away. A burp brought her reminiscence of the tasty brownie. A sound of two birds in flight somewhere above her made her glance up sharply. Anduriel</font> and a....weird.....brightly colored....thing with wings were flapping and squawking at each other. The blonde dwarfette rolled her eyes.

Well, THAT might get the attention of the people in there, anyway! C'mon, Anduriel!</font>

The offending parrot garbled something that sounded like "Anno" then flapped ponderously away. Soleil thought she could make out something about mice. Sharp ones. In a sack? Mystified, she whistled the sequence that meant "return" and braced herself for the Raven's</font> landing. Taking up her pack once again, she took a deep breath.

May fortune favor the foolish. And paced for the inviting, well lit door.
</font></font>

ShEru
04/Feb/2012, 07:45 PM
Mex Kitchens

ShEru could smell the aroma of the coffee as it warmed on the hearth... Aaahhhh! The smell was delicious! Few people new the glory of a good cup of dwarven coffee... seems the beer got all the attention. In any case, she nodded a bow of thanks to the dwarf, and pulled Pallador's cloak hard to keep him straight. She gave him a sharp "Behave!" look and turned to smile nicely...

Thank you so very much for the coffee and eats! My friend Pallador and I were famished!</font>

ShEru thought there was something lurking in the shadows and she pulled Pallador's sleeve again... "Do you see anything?"</font>

Pallador
05/Feb/2012, 06:02 PM
Mex Kitchens

Pall considered being towed along by the arm as an effrontery and not one he was inclined to suffer gladly. Still, it was ShE who was doing the towing and he had learned long ago not to offer much resistance to THAT one!

Suddenly the lady Wizzie grabbed at his sleeve and hissed..."Do you see anything?"Well of course he didn't; the tunnel they were creeping through was as dark as an Umbarian trader's heart. Still, he did hear something that was not quite right, so he pulled back on ShE's arm and muttered..."HssH! Hold just a moment! I'm beginning to get a bad feeling about this! Perhaps we should go a bit more carefully!

Soleil
07/Feb/2012, 03:01 PM
Mex Halls

Soleil heard the voices talking, and thought they were somewhat familiar. Perhaps these tall folk were people she'd known, before. Before the wilderness, before the attack. She stepped forward, pinning a hesitant smile on her lips, so that the light from within fell on her. Belatedly she realized they would see the scar that ran from her left eyebrow all the past her chin and nearly to her throat. Oh well. It was her face after all, she couldn't hide it forever.

Hello? She bravely called out. Who's there? Anduriel</font> remained quiet for once, having been coaxed to perch on her friend's shoulder this one time.




Edited by: Soleil

Norin Deathfoot
07/Feb/2012, 04:05 PM
Old Morog Halls



Obviously it wasn't Dis, what she had seen was simply a trick of the light and 2 cupboards leaned against each other awkwardly. There was no one in the room. Suddenly consumed with a feeling of sadness, she decided to leave the exploring and head back to the main Morog Halls. This is where her life now was. She got back to the halls and saw a note lying on a table from someone. It wasn't for her so she left it. Her stomach suddenly let out a rumble. She had spent so long exploring that she had forgotten lunch! There was only one thing for it, to head to the Mex kitchens and get herself a snack there.

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LudhinYukogBlacksmith Cave #54
Ludhin bent over the ovular edge of his freshly forged axe head. The blade was still dull, but sharpening was the second to last step. The task before him was engraving. This axe was no normal axe to Ludhin. For some inexplicable reason he felt compelled to make an axe worthy of any to take into battle, not just in strength but in design and grandeur. It wouldn’t be ornate – no jewels or stones would encrust the head nor handle, but Ludhin rather impressed himself with the blade design. The head would connect to the handle at two parallel joints connected in a hollow arch; the blade extended downward to a tip strengthened with increasing thickness on the inside. When a piece of wood or an orc’s head was impaled upon this side, the wound would reveal a crisp triangle. The upper edge of the blade also extended, this time over the entire handle and forming a twelve inch pick on the opposite side of the handle. This would increase the swinging efficiency; the blade would continue smoothly as it struck and sliced and the pick allowed for more varied movements in battle than just an axe. Ludhin counteracted the weakness of the pick by increasing the thickness of the base of the blade as it travelled upward, beginning at three inches at the bottom connection to a sturdy five inches as the blade curved over the handle. It was on the base of the blade where the edge peaked into the connecting arches that Ludhin was about to engrave.Slowly and methodically he engraved the coarse Dwarvish runes along the peak.Devotion and gratitude are the heart and spine of the Yukog.Any orc that met this blade may not know what a Yukog is, but in his dying moment, he would know the power and might of one. As Ludhin finished, he gently caressed the engraving, feeling the minute indentations and noting no flaws or snags. He swiped his hand one last time over the dull edge and swept off any shavings. He held the axe head up in the in the light of his forge. The steel was dull, but the deep red and orange still flickered in reflection. Ludhin stood up and placed the newly engraved axe head back into the forge. A hot blade was required for waxing and buffing. Ludhin sighed as he took a seat in a leather chair in the far corner, resting his eyes from the long hours of strain. He only had a few minutes before the blade was hot enough to buff, but they were welcome moments.</font>

Soleil
12/Feb/2012, 01:58 AM
Soleil moved further into the kitchen, edging her way nervously. Anduriel </font>shook her wings impatiently at this show of cowardice, and the dwarfette straightened abruptly. She could see now that the tall folk were wizards, but they were paying her no mind at all. She bit her lip, not sure if this pleased her or not. It certainly made her feel even more isolated and alone! Imagine, being in a kitchen with people, people who'd actually walked right past her on their way to said kitchen, who had not spoken a word to her!

A notice caught her eye as she stared at the cloaked wizards. Descriptions of a theif, and a journey to Khazad Dum. Her breath caught in her throat. Long had it been since she'd left her home to wander about, and she'd left much behind. Including a husband....ignoring the other folk in the kitchens now completely, Soleil lost herself in memories. Orcs had taken over Moria once again, and surely despoiled it. By Mahal she hated orcs! Orcs had cost her a childhood and family. But would she find anything of value? Would she find anything of...her husband?

It was worth it to try and find out. And Soleil would give much for another glimpse of those halls and rooms and passages! Oh, Khazad Dum held so many happy memories for her! Turning, she darted away and went swiftly towards the library, where someone was accepting volunteers. Someone named Khorin....

corlisswyn
19/Mar/2012, 07:38 PM
Ludhin</font>Yukog</font>Blacksmith Cave #54</font></font>Ludhin returned to the axe in the forge, pulling out the bright orange blade and setting it on the anvil in the center of his cave. He stepped over to his workbench and pulled out a large semi-circular buffer, iron wrapped in sisal rope. He began making medium-length strokes from the peak in the center of the axe upwards and outwards with the tool. The sisal was scorching but not catching on fire, the bristles rubbing away the minute peaks and valleys in the unpolished steel. Slowly a finished blade began to appear and Ludhin could see a vague reflection in the metal. He moved to the interior of the axe, and made small, delicate moves where the axe met the circular joints that would hold the axe handle. As the rough steel became as polished as the Mirromere, he followed his movements with a damp thick cloth. The hot axe hissed at the moisture. He returned the blade to the fire to repeat the process on the other side. </font></font>After several hours buffing the axe, Ludhin decided to call it quits for the day, much in need of rest, good food, and a bit of good spirits to help him wind down for the evening. He immediately remembered Durin's Boot was back up and running. That sounded good to him.</font>

Dis
03/Apr/2012, 08:13 AM
Morog Halls

Dis had climbed behind of her furnaces and was so engaged in dusting off a ruby crystal that she had dropped ages ago that she had missed entirely that someone had been calling her. She had been subject to hearing voices of people who weren't there and one who was but wasn't that she had taken to ignoring them. Her mind was occupied with plans of selling her perfect rubies again and buying boots that didn't have the toes gone entirely.

"Are ye deaf!"

She jumped, hitting her head on a pipe. "Not real, not ree-al." She caught a glimpse of snow white hair out of the corner of her eye.

"By Morgoth's nose hairs, I'm real!"

"No ye're not. Ye're a figgy-wot of me 'magination."

"Figment, Dis. Someone was calling you and now they've gone."

She was rubbing her head as she came out from behind the furnace. "There! Ye admitted it! Ye're just a figgyment!"

The figment gave her a firm boot in her hinder parts. "Go down to the kitchen, you're wanted there."

She turned around to see a snowy haired and bearded apparition. He was a stout Dwarf with eyes of palest blue. She gave him a raspberry "Thpbpbpth!"

"Need another kick?"

She scampered off before he could give her a matching bootprint on her other cheek.

Mex Kitchens

Dis limped in rubbing her backside. "Brownies? Do I smell brownies?"</font>

Mordrembor
22/Apr/2012, 03:57 AM
Kagam Khazad</font></font>The Great Library</font>
</font>
</font>The Old dwarf that was known as Thrain walked down the halls of The Great Library, looking up at the endless rows of rooms, bookcases, and roaring fires, one of the tall-folk walking by his side, talking of the war to the south.</font>
</font>"How goes the war in the south, friend Alwise? I've heard of an assault on Dwimordene, by those ravaging goblins and orcs from Khazad-Dum, and the orcs of Mirkwood."</font>
</font>Alwise responds to the dwarf, looking around the hall admiring all the great works of the Dwarves. "Saruman the wise has ordered an assault on the fortress of Dol-Guldur, for he suspects that the dark lord has been hiding there, growing stronger and stronger, and in the Blue Mountians, word of another evil starts to spread.."</font>
</font>The Dwarf unlocks one of the doors, grabbing a torch, he walks down the deep stair-wells, Alwise following him, carrying A bag of old text and books, from Lorien and Rivendell, they sit at a table, laying out books and text, they begin to write and study, to fill up more bookcases, for the yule scholars convention.

</font>After many hard days of studying the dwarven language, and translating the text,</font>Thrain had returned the keys to the doorwarden of the Library Hall.</font>
</font>Wheeling
a cart full of papers and books down the huge halls of Erebor, down
into the Lower Halls of the city, he had stoped in the King's study,
stacking many books upon the long shelves, and laying out text onto his
table, he had returned to his mansion.</font>
</font>Gathering
up his things to set out to the Dwinmordene, posting up notices for
other clan members, hoping that they would join him in filling the Great
Library with text and books from other races, and making the Dwarves
the most knowledgeable race in middle earth</font>.</font>
&lt;Thranduil edit: I have merged your two posts into one. In points earning forums such as this one, please don't post twice in quick succession. I have also reduced the size of the font in your post to something more manageable.&gt;</font>


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Androthelm Theromal
18/Jun/2012, 05:15 PM
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Kagam Khazad</font> </font>The Great Library</font>
</font>Halfon wandered through the library, silently cursing his brother, Gorni. Halfon was only a few minutes older than his twin, but sometimes it seemed Gorni was many years the younger. Imagine! Going off to Khazad-Dum, chasing after some thief. Halfon might not even have known of what had happened to his brother, had he not spent so much time in the Library, transcribing ancient texts. He had discovered the room where folk had been asked to sign up for the trip, and, remembering his brother's wish to go to Khazad-Dum when Lord Balin had set out, Halfon had hurried to Dale in the hopes of catching the barges before they left down the river running. When he arrived, he found out from one of the townsfolk that a dwarf matching Gorni's description had set out with the party just minutes past.</font>Knowing that there was no way to follow, and wanting to get back to his books, Halflin had returned to the Library.</font>
</font>It had been several days since the event, and still Halfon cursed his brother. Finding the aisle he was looking for, Halfon moved down it, searching... Searching... There! The Geneology of the line of Durin's Heirs. It was long past the time it should have been renewed, and he was more than glad to be the one to do it. As he moved to his office, deep beneath the Library, he spotted a notice hung up. So Durin's Day was coming round once more. That would mean that his task of improving the genealogical records would need to be completed even faster, so as to celebrate them on Durin's Day. Sitting down at his hard, stone desk, he reached into his pouch for his scribing tools. He had decided to copy down the information in the book, instead of repairing the book itself, as most of the damage done to the ancient text was in the form of faded or smudged letters. Nothing he couldn't handle, though. Halfon already had another book to transcribe it into, sitting on his desk, so no need to find that. He drew a miniature notebook from his pouch as well. Within it, he would mark down any information that was inaccurate, or that he needed to pay special attention too in the future. The studious dwarf settled down, and began to write.</font>
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Edited by: Androthelm Theromal

Norin Deathfoot
20/Jul/2012, 01:17 AM
Mex Uzbans – The Kitchens

It had been an unusually long trek to the kitchens as she
had become distracted. Simple things like a ray of light that lit up sparkling
dust motes made her stop and stare for a while; a piece of stone lodged in the
wall that had a peculiar shape; the dwarf who ran past her on the way to the
Library. It all made her hungrier than ever by the time she reached the
kitchen.

“Hello?” she called out to the people inside there. She
could smell coffee brewing. There were tall people there and also other
dwarves. “Do you think I could get something to eat? I missed dinner you
see....” she trailed off, hoping for a positive answer.



OOC: Yo! Hope people are still playing along around here, or
I’ll just stand around looking a little stupid....</font>

Dis
07/Aug/2012, 12:02 AM
Mex Kitchens

Dis had been nosing around the kitchens looking for a bite to eat, when she took an unscheduled nap behind a barrel of Orc Bite. She was now sworn off the stuff because it made her see things.

She jumped awake. There was that voice again! "..I missed dinner you see..."

She peered over the top of the barrel. This dwarf was real. "Norin!" She jumped up and whacked her head of the bottom of the shelf above her making every bottle and canister jump. A few bottles tipped and crashed to the floor. She grinned sheepishly. "Long time no see..."

OOC:</font>I'll join you in standing around and looking stupid. :)</font></font>

Rohanna
13/Aug/2012, 10:22 PM
The Ethereal Being Known as Smaug
Mex Kitchens

Smaug was awoken from his nap by the sounds of crashing glass. (Yes, ghostly dragons can nap, they pretty much do what they did when they were alive and Smaug was the king of napdom). He had never been a pleasant soul, but ever since the untimely demise of his physical being he had become even grouchier. Darn those bowmen anyway! was Smaug's usual gripe, but he wasn't extremely happy with Dwarves either. He had, in fact been drawn back to the Lonely Mountain because it was now so quiet. What the Dwarves, who usually were not a quiet bunch, had been doing Smaug didn't know, but he found he could nap in peace and quiet in the kitchens. Maybe the dwarves had developed a taste for fast-food???

Seeing that two obviously hungry Dwaves were the culprits of disturbing his dream of gold, he decided to see just how badly they wanted food. First, 2 whipped cream pies seemed to float by themselves in mid-air, then just as suddenly came crashing down on the heads of the innocent. Then it was time for the hot coffee. Everyone who ate pie always wanted a nice HOT cup of coffee with their dessert. Smaug always did anyway. As the hot coffee began dancing amazingly around the room by itself and splashing here and there in the faces of the unsuspecting Mex Uzbans, Smaug knew his day had been made. They would all run from the kitchens screaming and not bother him again or they would amuse him with their antics to try and stop the hot coffee/whipped cream pie assault. Either way, it would be a good day.

Dis
08/Sep/2012, 07:35 AM
Mex Kitchens

Dis stared at the teeny weeny disaster she had caused. Movement out of the corner of her eye made her skin crawl. She swallowed and turned her head. Floating toward her on the air was a pie. "Baldur, is that you?"

No answer. Instead she watched mutely as the pie floated driectly above her, tipped over and landed, splat! on her upturned face.

"Baldur! I'm agonna -Mmm!" She scooped the whipped cream off of her face and into her mouth. Her enjoyment was short-lived as the next article to dance in the air was a steaming cup of coffee. She ran from it, circling the room (she had forgotten where the door was).

"Baldur! Knock it off! This ain't funny!"</font>

Aisil
17/Oct/2012, 09:50 PM
Burx Brewery</font>



</font><b style="font-style: italic; ">Nîm [/b]was once again locked away in the Burx Brewery to prepare for Durin`s Day. The Burx-Uzbans tried to offer at least one ale specially brewn for Durin`s Day each year, but by now they`d already offered so many ales that she had a hard time coming up with anything new. The year before she`d done a fruity ale, which people had enjoyed quite a lot. "Maybe another fruity ale then... Apple? No, people want something warmer... Apple-Cinnamon? That might work, it`s a good combination but I don`t know if it would work in an ale" She mumbled to herself. Usually she ended up creating a sample for each of her ideas and do a taste test to decide which one it would be.</font>
</font>In order to do that though, she had to come up with more than one flavour. "Something to go with the carnival... Cotton Candy flavoured ale? That`ll probably make people vomit, but who knows.. it might work out. I could also try something really fresh for once, perhaps a lemon ale?" She continued mumbling to herself. She figured she shouldn`t waste any time and moved to the storage rooms to find the ingredients for basic ale, if she just got the basics going she could add the special flavours later.</font>
</font>In the storage rooms she fetched all the ingredients needed for the basic ale, corn sugar, chocolate and crystal malt, hops and ale yeast. She moved back to one of the counters, fetched a rolling pin and went into automatic mode. She`d done this part so often she didn`t even have to think about itany more. She spread out small amounts of malt and started crushing it into small pieces using the rolling pin. "Just keep rolling, rolling, rolling" She hummed.</font>

corlisswyn
27/Oct/2012, 01:48 AM
Ludhin
Yukog
Great Hall

Ludhin fidgeted as he watched dwarves from all clans gather in the Great Hall. He knew most of the population of the mountain, but before now he’d never spoken to more than a handful of dwarves at once. He held in his hand the flyer the King requested to begin preparations for Durin’s Day.

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His duty was to explain the upcoming celebration wishes of the King and work with the clans to make it happen. He had been holed up with the King for the past month lining out how Dain wanted the celebration to occur. He still couldn’t believe that in the end he would find a good partner in Nim, the Burx who several months back charged into the Throne Room and actually addressed King Dain as “Oi, Dain!” Her enthusiasm and imagination worked well with celebrations. Ludhin suspected she spent quite a bit of time celebrating, especially with her crazy ale concoctions in the kitchens.

Seeing that all of the clans were at least well represented, even if not all Dwarves had yet shown up to the meeting, Ludhin took a large step onto a large rectangular granite stone that acted as a small stage in the front of the Great Hall.

“Dwarves!” he called out, calling the session to order. He saw most dwarves stop their conversations and direct their attention to him. This many eyes looking at him increased his nervousness.

“King Dain called this meeting to share with every Dwarf in the Mountain his plans for this year’s Durin’s Day celebration.” Ludhin waited a moment to give everyone a chance to express their initial reaction, daring not try to overcome the immediate increase in chatter.

“This year’s celebration will be the greatest we’ve had in a while, and the plans are ambitious! But with hard work, perseverance, and dedication, the Kingdom Under the Mountain can show we know how to throw a party!” His words almost ran together in nervousness, especially at the end when he tried making the statement a rally call. Thankfully the crowd cheered as well, and this gave Ludhin the courage to continue on.

“Once again, we will be holding a great banquet. During this banquet, the King intends to renew the friendship with our neighbors in the Wilderlands with a grand gift exchange with the Elvenking of Mirkwood, the Bard of Dale, and the Lady and Lord of Lothlorien. The bar has been set very high as we will be hosting visitors from all three neighboring kingdoms.” The crowed murmured chats in reaction to the news, but Ludhin continued with his speech. “Burx and Mex Uzbans! Pull out your finest recipies! As masters of the kitchen and the brewery, your clans will be responsible for the menu and bar at the banquet! The King is sure you will make him proud!” The clan members of the Burx and Mex Uzbans cheered from the crowd.

“The banquet is just the first of several plans of which the King has approved,” Ludhin continued. “Kagams and Ankixogs!” Ludhin heard a loud “Aye!” shout back to him. “Our guests will need entertainment! Prepare your tales and write your songs! The King has called for a Minstrel and Art Showcase! All guests will be encouraged to submit and perform!”

“Finally, but certainly not least of all, the Dwarves of Erebor will host a celebratory carnival. The fine prizes for games will be provided by the Yukog and Morog Clans, ranging from beads and trinkets to gems and weapons. All will know our craftsmanship!” Ludhin tried not to smile when giving his clan a compliment, but a small one cracked out at the end of the sentence.

“I’ve generalized each clan’s responsibilities, and more specifics will be posted in the Clan Halls. The plan has been laid out before all of you. We will make the King proud!” His excitement forced him on his toes as he thrusted a fist in the air. His rally call proved successful as the crowd broke out in cheer.

OOC All—(Dwarves, feel free to start RP’ing plans and preparations. New Dwarves, look at the opening post to see to which clan you would like to join and head to each clan’s hall or gathering space. Preparations for Durin’s Day will continue until December 21<sup>st</sup>, which has been chosen as the start of the festivities.)




Edited by: corlisswyn

corlisswyn
27/Oct/2012, 01:55 AM
Ludhin
Yukog
Clan Halls

Ludhin travelled to all six clan halls and handed off a small sheet of parchment to a senior clan member he recognized.

Ankixogs:The goal of the Ankixog clan for the Durin's Day celebrations is to keep the mood light and cheerful. In addition to participating in the Minstrel showcase and representing the skills and imagination of Dwarves in verse, the King would welcome a song on the our friendship with Mirkwood and Dale since the Battle of the Five Armies at the kingdom exchange of gifts at the banquet.

Kagams:The Minstrel and Art show will also welcome short tales, antidotes, and jokes (less than 1000 words prose). The king also envisions a small skit featuring the tale of Durin the Deathless (perhaps the Awakening of the Dwarves or the Crown in the Mirrormere) at the banquet to educate the history of the Dwarves to our guests.

Mex and Burx Uzbans:Feed our guests! In addition to banquet duties, enterprising Burx and Mex Uzbans are welcome to set up booths over at the carnival with their favorite recipes. Carnival guests will need food before and after the banquet and to quench their thirst!

Morogs:The Yukog clan will need materials to smith prizes and gifts for the carnival and banquet--metals, gems, and other materials from the earth. Small, cut and polished gems will also be needed for prizes!

Yukogs:The Yukogs will have to bring out all types of construction--from traditional blacksmithing to glass blowing, wood working &amp; carving, to provide guests with prizes and construct decorations. The Yukogs have also been charged with the design and construction of the kingdom exchange gifts.

OOC-(If any clans have questions or concerns about their preparations, please reach out to Ludhin (corlisswyn) or Nim (Aisil), who can assist with clarification, brainstorming, or coordinating.)

Aisil
18/Dec/2012, 04:46 PM
Nîm
Burx Uzbans
Preparing for Durin`s Day

Nîm felt like she`d been brewing ales for days on end, trying to prepare for Durin`s Day. In fact, she probably had been brewing for days on end. Durin`s Day preparation was always a pain but it was well worth it when she ended up seeing so many people enjoying the beverages she`d created. Usually there were more dwarves to help with the preparations though, this year they were seriously lacking.

Extremely tired from work she`d ended up accidentally tossing in several ingredients which weren`t supposed to be there. She was fairly confident at least several dwarves would end up with purple bears and seriously confused, but she figured it would only add to the atmosphere of the carnival.


"CARNIVAL! BOOTH" She said, her head suddenly shooting up with panic in her eyes. She`d been so busy with the ales that she`d entirely forgotten that they still had to fabricate a whole bar somehow. She ran from one end of the Burx Halls to the other, gathering every bit of wood she could find, whether it was actually in use or not, and sloppily joined them into a structure which looked more like a lemonade stand made by a child than a proper bar. "Right, I`m going to require some assistance here. Anyone?" She yelled.

Eafurth
18/Dec/2012, 06:51 PM
Sweyn Fïrktarâg
Kagam Khazad
Preparing for Durin's Day

Sweyn waddled slowly down the winding halls, his great silver beard swinging as he beat a steady pace. He was one of the Kagam, a scholar by nature, much given to study and knowledge. He wore a long blue robe with a huge brown leather belt supporting his large belly, and was shod with a large pair of boots fashioned by the Dwarven craftsmen. In his left hand was a large tome in which records of the ancient celebrations of Durin's Day were kept. He had been assigned to think up some new tale and to find some old tale worthy of the grand celebration which was in the works. Sweyn loved tales. He could tell of how the Dwarves had been fashioned by Aulë and how out of obedience to great Ilúvatar they had almost been struck down. He could tell of the great mercy of Ilúvatar to the Fathers, among them Durin the Deathless, and how for many ages they slept within the mountains. This tale would most certainly be told throughout the celebration of their great father, Durin. But Sweyn wanted something different, something new. That's why he was headed down to the clan's library where he could ponder these things all by himself. After his short journey through the magnificent halls of Erebor he arrived in his destination. He took a seat on one of the great couches which stood in the place and began to think.

He as experimenting with prose and verse in his mind when across the floor he saw a shadow. It was one of the younger Kagam strolling by, engrossed in an ancient manuscript. Sweyn remembered the days when he too had walked the floors of the library, imagining the great things he would do. This was one of them. He had better get busy. No use sitting around thinking of thinking. Might as well think of doing something!

corlisswyn
18/Dec/2012, 08:51 PM
Ludhin
Yukog
Blacksmith Cave #54

Ludhin was surprised he hadn't noticed the silence before. The Yukog blacksmith caves were at full steam ahead the past two months preparing for Durin's Day, which was now nigh upon them. The caves have been filled with echoing clangs and gushes of steam for so long in around-the-clock preparations, it had become mere background noise to Ludhin. But today it seemed most of the Yukogs had taken a break, one that was well deserved. They had filled a whole cave with trinkets and toys as gifts for the carnival games. Everyone would at least walk away with something the Yukog clan had built, from intricate beard beads and necklaces to coin banks and jewelry boxes. Ludhin alone still had items on his to-do list, specifically the gifts for the Elvenking, the King of Dale, and for the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien. In a mold near the fire a mithril arrow was cooling for the king of Dale, in celebration of the fall of Smaug. A new mail coat was destined for Thranduil, made with gold mined here at the Lonely Mountain. King Dain had been specific about his gift to the Lady and Lord of Lothlorien. Ludhin's only responsibility was to gild the edges of a twelve volume set of books for the elves of Lorien. The mithril leaf was already cooled and flattened on one of his several workbenches. He was told some Kagam with a silver beard would be by to pick up the books once guilded to finalize binding sometime tomorrow.

Ludhin stood up from the tedious task of creating the mail coat and stretched loudly. He took a turn about the cave, stopping as he usually did in front of a glass case containing his latest mastercraft, a custom Yukog axe he spent months designing and creating. He smiled at it deeply; he had every intention of offering this axe in the art show this upcoming weekend. He moved to the fire and quickly stirred around a melting metal in a large cauldron. This metal was destined for one final gift, to King Dain himself from the Dwarves of Erebor.

So much work to do, he realized, but even at 200 years old, he still had the endurance and strength to get through this Durin's Day.

Sailacel
19/Dec/2012, 02:55 AM
Rori
Mex Uzbans
Kitchens
Preparing for Durin's Day

This was not Rori's day. First the soup boiled over, then the cakes had fallen, and finally he had taken off the perfectly roasted meat only to burn his finger and drop it on the floor. Rori muttered as he looked at his hand. No severe damage was done, only enough for it to be annoying for the rest of the day.

He started cleaning up the mess on the floor. "Don't be in such a rush." he muttered to himself. "I can't afford to make too many mistakes." Durin's Day was approaching fast and he had so much to do. He started muttering again, "Pies to bake, cakes to make, meat to roast, bread to toast." He realized that he had rhymed and burst out laughing. His big brown beard shook and his eyes twinkled with merriment.

Almost every year it was the same, he made mistakes, he got frustrated, but he had always made each Durin's Day better than the previous. Why should he get so upset? With a renewed vigor he put more meat on the spit, mixed up new cake batter, put some pies into the oven, and began chopping vegetables for the soup. Durin's Day would come and he would be ready for it.

Aisil
19/Dec/2012, 10:48 AM
Nîm
Burx Uzbans
Preparing for Durin`s Day

Since the Burx and Mex Uzbans tended to work together the brewery and kitchens were close to each other, so Nîm decided to give up on trying to get the booth together for now and make a small trip to the Mex Uzbans kitchens. After all, they needed to get a menu together and she had no idea what she cooks were preparing. "Morning lad!" Nîm said to Rori as she entered the kitchens. She was pleased to see she wasn`t the only one driving herself insane with preparations for Durin`s Day, things looked just as hectic around here.

"We need to get a menu together for the festival, do you have any idea yet what the Mex are preparing?" She said, tossing a scroll through the air at Rori. "That`s what I got so far, but as you can see it`s seriously lacking." She said. The scroll read:

Menu brought to you by the Mex and Burx Uzbans

Foods:

Ales:
Durin`s Day Brew - A dark, strong ale, spiced with special winter spices that will surely give you that warm Durin`s Day feel.
Carnival Cocktail - A fruity, sugary sweet cocktail to remind you of the sickingly sweet treats you used to consume as a child at the carnival.
Winner`s Whiskey - How better to celebrate winning a game than by getting very, very, drunk? In fact, this is the best way to get over losing too. This strong whiskey is a win-win.
Lame Lemonade - Drinking lemonade is lame, but for the sissy dwarves among us we do offer this lemony beverage.

Eafurth
19/Dec/2012, 12:03 PM
Sweyn Fïrktarâg
Kagam Khazad
Preparing for Durin's Day

Sweyn had gotten up from his seat and had began to pace around the room, humming snippets of old songs, trying to piece together new ones. It would have made anybody laugh to see the short, stout, silver bearded Dwarf strolling around the library with such a serious yet ridiculous look. The steady "clomp, clomp" of his boots beat the time as he tried out various melodies, none of the seeming to be just right. This one had to be perfect. His mind wandered off into the distant past....


A hammer black and cold
Rusting in the dark
Unused, alone and old
In the forge not e'en a spark.

In enchanted hoard of gold
Lay Smaug the Bold!

Came Oakenshield
Returning home,
The worm would yield,
Leave cavern's gloam.

The Company
Of Dwarves unknown
Took Erebor
Unto their own!

With Baruk-Khazad!
With Ai-menu!

Ironfoot came
In dire need
To watch the Oak
Come crashing down.

Yet it was glorious!
It was grand!
This falling Oak
At his last stand.

Now deep within
The Mountain-heart
Lay Oakenshield,
His heart on fire
With Arkenstone
Burning love
For Mountain home.

He rests in peace
No fear disturbs
His silent watch
Of caverns cold.

Now hammer strikes!
And anvil rings!
Dwarven hearts sing
Stand for their King!

It drifted off into silence, this little rhyme of his. It certainly wasn't highest standards, he had made it up as it had gone, and it didn't really convey any succinct ideas. But Sweyn still liked it. He was excited for Durin's Day, and at the thought of all the food that would be prepared, his eyes lit up with delight. He returned to his couch and set himself in earnest to prepare a tale or some verse for the events of the great, long awaited day.

Ataralasse
19/Dec/2012, 07:50 PM
Corin
Burx Uzbans
Preparing For Durin's Day

Corin stared at the ale that she had just tasted. The flavor seemed right but she was never sure until Nim assured her. Speaking of Nim where was she? Corin thought that she had mentioned something about going somewhere, but where exactly did she say she was going? Corin finally decided that Nim must have gone over to the Mex kitchens to talk with Rori about the menu. That must be it Corin thought. Where else would she have gone? Corin decided that she should probably go over to the Mex kitchens to ask Nim about the ale. Corin quickly grabbed a cup of the ale to take with her. She was really proud that Nim had trusted her enough that she had allowed her to help make the ales this year for Durin’s Day!

Corin entered into the Mex kitchens and quickly noticed Nim asking Rori about the menu. Walking over to where they were she waited for Nim to finish asking her question before speaking. "Nim does this taste right to you? I think it does but I'm not sure. It seems to have the right spicy flavor. I just wanted to make sure since Durin's Day Brew is so special."

KhôrinStrongart
20/Dec/2012, 10:14 PM
Kagam Kazad library

Khôrin tromped down towards the door and stopped. A sheet was pinned to the ornate door, declaring what the Kagam should prepare for Durin's day.

"Oh my. Antedotes? Antedotes... isn't that rather a Mex or Burx thing? Oh... he means anecdotes. Oi... I am not good at those. Nor at poetry. And a skit?" Khôrin grabbed his short red beard and pulled at it in desperation. "That's no good. I can't just stand there before my fellow Kagams and say I can't come up with anything!"

He pushed the door open only to catch the last few rousing verses of a song. He listened and then clapped his hands when the poem came to an end.

"That is a very worthy song to commemorate the retaking of Erebor." He stepped forward and bowed.
"Khôrin Strongart, at your service. I am glad to see that you have already saved the honour of the Kagam. But maybe there needs to be more. I am not so good at poetry. And I just can't think of anything else. Would you have a suggestion?"

Eafurth
20/Dec/2012, 10:50 PM
Sweyn Fïrktarâg
Kagam Khazad Library
Preparing for Durin's Day


Sweyn turned to see another Dwarf enter. He seemed a bit flummoxed, presumably by all the preparation needed for the celebration. He had entered and caught the last verses of his song and was now lauding it. Sweyn jumped to his feet and moved over to him. "At yours and your family's! I am Sweyn Fïrktarâg - well met Khôrin!" His suspicions were correct, Khorin was indeed perplexed about the celebration. Sweyn responded "Oh, no, that was no good. I am struggling with the same thing - I do not know what to do either! But perhaps, together, we could think up something?" ​With a smile, he pointed to the door. "We have been asked to do a skit. I believe that is very well possible! We could gather together some more of the Kagam and make a glorious dramatic performance!" His happy face fell as he remembered....."But what will we do?"

He then brightened again. "Perhaps we could do a skit of the Awakening! We would need a Mahal, and seven to be the Fathers, and someone with a booming voice to be Iluvatar. But wait, I am getting ahead of myself. What do you think, Khorin?"

Sweyn knew they would also need to write up some verses, perhaps tell a few tales, and of course some jokes. All in good time, however. He would wait to see what Khorin would say. Hopefully some more of the Kagam would come to the library so they cold continue planning.

Aisil
20/Dec/2012, 11:07 PM
Nîm
Burx Uzbans
Preparing For Durin's Day

Nîm was running short on time so she looked over at Rori and said: "You keep that copy of the menu, add anything you want. If you need anything I`m right next door in the Burx Brewery". She smiled and waved before turning around to head back to the brewery, when she was greeted by Corin in the kitchens. "Ah, that saves me a trip for the brewery.. I was just looking for you!" She said.

Corin asked her if she thought the Durin`s Day ale was the way it was supposed to be. She took a swig and smiled at her. "It`s good, the spices are really nice. You captured the winter flavours nicely!" She said. "I was just wondering though, do you have any more ideas for the menu? I think we should be finishing the menu pretty soon. Our main priority is the carnival right now, that should be set up before the feast. We don`t have any foods yet and only a few ales" She said.

Sailacel
20/Dec/2012, 11:56 PM
Rori
Mex Uzbans
Preparing for Durin's Day

Rori looked up from the carrots he was chopping when heard Nim greet him. Rori smiled at her, “Good morning, Nim. What can I do for you?” Nim tossed a scroll to him and asked about the menu. After catching the scroll he began to read it. “That won’t do at all.” Rori laughed. “Ale alone won’t fill their stomachs.” While he was in the middle of writing down the menu Nim had to go back to work. “All right, I will be here if you need me.”

When he finished writing the menu it read:

Roasted Venison - Fresh venison slowly roasted over a fire with the Mex Uzbans special rub on it, tender, juicy and ready to satisfy any dwarves hunger

Golden Soup - What dwarf can resist gold? This rich potato soup containing onion and herbs topped with gooey cheese, will please even the greediest dwarves

Mountain Mine Cakes - Mountain shaped cakes that have delicious surprise fillings inside, making each bite better than the last.

Durin’s Day Donuts – For the child and the child at heart a sticky, sugar coated cinnamon donut that will satisfy even the biggest sweet tooth.

Grilled Vegetables – Make your mother proud and eat your vegetables! These mushrooms, squash, and carrots are all on skewers and caramelized to perfection over the grill. And once you are done just imagine all the fun you can have with the skewers!

Pies –Who doesn’t like pie? We have made every kind for Durin’s Day, from savory meat pies to sweet berry pies. You could even eat a whole meal of pies if you want to!


Rori hoped that would be enough to satisfy all their guests and wondered if they should add anything else to the menu. Maybe someone else would make some suggestions. “Well, back to work.” He said to himself as he returned to chopping carrots.

Aisil
21/Dec/2012, 11:28 AM
Nîm
Burx Uzbans
Preparing For Durin's Day

After Nîm finished tasting the ale she noticed Rori had added some items to the menu for the carnival. She skipped back and read what had been added to the menu. "Looks great Rori, thank you very much. I especially look forward to the savoury meat pies, they`re my favourite food items" She said, thinking of the many meat pies she`d stuffed down in her lifetime. She hoped the pies would be good.

"Everyone, the carnival will be starting soon! I hope to see you all there setting up and serving the visitors. Let`s make this the best Durin`s Day ever!" She said loudly, addressing all the dwarves in the near vicinity. She hoped some kind Burx members had upgraded her booth from lemonade stand to proper bar while she`d be gone though, it would look rather pathetic if no one had done so.

OOC: I`ll keep an eye on this thread for further suggestions for the menu and I`ll edit them in. They can also be made in the DD private planning since it stopped being private on the new plaza anyway :Tongue:

KhôrinStrongart
21/Dec/2012, 11:51 AM
The Kagam library

Khôrin smiled at Sweyn. The other dwarf was so exhuberant it lightened Khôrin's own mood. And already he was flowing over with ideas.

"A skit? Weeeell - I am not much of an actor myself - but I guess I could manage to impersonate a waking dwarf." Khôrin's eyes crinkled. "I guess I can even show enough honest fear about being smashed again. Maybe we should try to work on a skit then. There should be enough of our Kagam brethren to play the dwarves. But for Mahal we need somebody - really majestic. Maybe one of the tall ones?"

It didn't really sit well with Khôrin to have a non-dwarf incorporate their creator at the presentation - but it felt somehow presumptuous to have a dwarf play Mahal.

"I think the idea is good. Maybe we could each of us write a bit - have two voices. One could write the words of Mahal, and one those of Iluvatar? Oh... but we would also need a storyteller voice."

Eafurth
21/Dec/2012, 12:54 PM
Sweyn Fïrktarâg
Kagam Khazad Library
Preparing for Durin's Day

Sweyn was excited to see that Khôrin had latched on so quickly. This was going to be exciting; King Dain would be so pleased! Sweyn listened eagerly to Khôrin's ideas. This red-beard knew his stuff. Sweyn understood the problem with casting someone as Mahal; it just didn't seem right. But then it had to be one of the Children of the Mahal or it wouldn't be right either. Sweyn figured that Mahal would forgive them....but they would still need someone tall!

But Khôrin was right; the script came first. "Those are some grand ideas! Yes, we will need a story teller I think. But for the words....how about you do Iluvatar and I do Mahal? It doesn't have to complicated; we can just make it really simple so the younger ones understand. I'll get started now!"

He rushed over to a table and grabbed some parchment and ink. He began to write....

***


The Awakening
by
Khôrin Strongart
and
Sweyn Fïrktarâg


STAGE: Stage is bare, stone wall background. Stage left there are seven Dwarves, the Fathers, all ready to be awoken.


ENTER STORYTELLER STAGE RIGHT; (remain aside and narrate) Soft music plays.

ENTER MAHAL with HAMMER: Oh my children, I can not wait until you are complete! (hums a merry tune) Ah, the Fathers of my people, you are wonders to behold. One final thing is left! (dramatic pause) Speak!

DURIN: At your service!

MAHAL (confused): Hmmm.....(wanders away from the Dwarves and speaks to the audience) I told him to say that. This is not good; they only do exactly what I tell them, there is no life of their own! Oh, Iluvatar, my children....(he breaks down and begins to weep)

ILUVATAR:

MAHAL: My Father, I am making beautiful things in expectation of the coming of your Children!

ILUVATAR:

MAHAL: I could not wait; I needed something, someone, to share my love of your Music with!

ILUVATAR:

(now MAHAL must smash them)

MAHAL: (raises hammer aloft over DURIN, weeping)

DURIN:(shields himself) My lord, please, no!

MAHAL: (stops) You can speak without me? You can move? You have life!?

ILUVATAR:

MAHAL: (joyous) Thank you! Oh thank you!

DWARVES: Thank you!

ILUVATAR:

MAHAL: (relieved) Then they must sleep as you say. To the mountains, my Children! Until ages ahead!

EXEUNT all but STORYTELLER

Conclusive Speech


FINIS




***"Whew, that was a lot of writing but a lot of fuun!" Sweyn said, getting up from his chair. "Here you go, tell me what you think? I left Iluvatar's spot blank so you can write them in. Add or change anything you want, it is all the same to me. I tried to keep it away from comical but Durin had to say something and I could only think of our signature expression." He handed it to
Khôrin and watched the Dwarf read it.


ooc: (I hope you don't mind me writing most of it? It kind of took off! Change whatever you want; you're in charge!)

KhôrinStrongart
21/Dec/2012, 09:06 PM
The Kagam Library


Khôrinwatched as Sweyn began scribbling on the parchment. He lookedin the throes of creation so Khôrin was left with thinkingabout a few things that the Kagam might also do. The Awakening wascertainly the principal piece. It was important that the youngdwarves were reminded of their origin. But the day was called Durin'sday. So many Durins to celebrate. But among dwarfhood maybethe most important event, aside from the creation might be thecreation of the great dwarfkingdom of Kazad-dûm, now so shamefullycalled Moria. Somewhere in the depths of his mind Khôrin feltthat the old Kingdom was about to be ressurected.


Rightthen Sweyn had finished his work and handed Khôrin theparchment. Khôrin read it, overawed that he was left with thewords of Illuvatar and accordingly somewhat worried to do themjustice. But Sweyn had used his own voice to describe Mahal's work,so it should be possible for Khôrin to find the right tone.




The Awakening
by
Sweyn Fïrktarâg
and
KhôrinStrongart

STAGE:Stage is bare, stone wall background. Stage left there are sevenDwarves, the Fathers, all ready to be awoken.


ENTERSTORYTELLER STAGE RIGHT; (remainaside and narrate) Itwas in the days of old, even before the coming of the First ones, theelves, that Mahal made the dwarves. He made them strong, andunyielding, to resist the evils of Melkor. Not to overreachIlluvatar, the creator, did he craft the dwarves, but from a desireto teach them his craft, and his lore. And he taught them thelanguage he had devised for them. Softmusic plays.

ENTERMAHAL with HAMMER: Oh my children, I can not wait until you arecomplete! (humsa merry tune)Ah, the Fathers of my people, you are wonders to behold. One finalthing is left! (dramaticpause) Speak! (heraises his hand comandingly)

DURIN:Atyour service! (maybeDurin could say just that?) Speak! (imitatesMahal's gesture)

MAHAL(confused):Hmmm.....(wandersaway from the Dwarves and speaks to the audience) Itold him to say that. This is not good; they only do exactly what Itell them, there is no life of their own! Oh, Iluvatar, mychildren....(hebreaks down and begins to weep)

ILUVATAR:Mahal, what have you done?

MAHAL:My Father, I am making beautiful things in expectation of the comingof your Children!

ILUVATAR:Why did you do a thing which is beyond you?

MAHAL:I could not wait; I needed something, someone, to share my love ofyour Music with!

ILUVATAR:And yet, you have created things that are as dolls to you, they move only to your word. Is that what you wished to create?

MAHAL:(raises hammer aloft over DURIN, weeping) Better to smash them then than see you angry at the deed, Illuvatar!

DURIN:(shieldshimself) Mylord, please, no! (theother dwarves raise their hands imploringly)

MAHAL:(stops)You can speak without me? You can move? You have life!?

ILUVATAR:Even as you cried for your children so have I given them life and a will of their own. I have accorded them a place in the song now. But they are as you conceived them.

MAHAL:(joyous)Thank you! Oh thank you!

DWARVES:Thank you!

ILUVATAR: But I will not suffer them to be the first ones. Sleep they must under the stone until the advent of those of my design, the Firstborn. As it deems me fit I will reawaken them again.

MAHAL:(relieved) Then they must sleep as you say. To the mountains, my Children! Until ages ahead!

EXEUNTall but STORYTELLER

And so the adopted children of Iluvatar slept until the coming of the Firstborn. But Mahal designed us well; strong, stubborn, fast in friendship and enmity, long lived but able to suffer much hardship. Honour to Mahal and Iluvatar!
FINIS


Khôrin read through the additions he had made and then showed it to Sweyn.He pointed to a certain spot. “I do not think that Durin imitating Mahal will be unseemingly funny. It all depends on the acting I guess.”


“ And what do you think about a piece where Durin comes to Khazad-dûm?”

ooc: That was fast work. Looks good!

corlisswyn
21/Dec/2012, 09:38 PM
OOC Khorin & Eafurth: OMG THIS IS AMAZING!! When the Minstrel thread goes up, this has to go up there!!!!!!

KhôrinStrongart
05/Jan/2013, 12:43 PM
The Kagam Library

"Well, Sweyn, I think we have the whole thing down pat. The actors know their moves and speeches. We should be ready for the presentation." Khôrin was happy they had found a sufficiently imposing dwarf to represent Mahal and also the seven forefathers knew their roles well. They should not embarass themselves at the fair.

"Shall we go and present our piece?"

ooc: I think you should post the piece as you did the major part in it, Swey
n.

Ránlindë Fey
06/Jan/2013, 09:24 PM
Sacking of Burx Stores
Hallways in front of the Burx Uzban's Halls, just before dawn

It would've been smarter if we have planned this a bit more, Ran thought as she rubbed her blood-shot eyes and massaged her throbbing temple. Very early during the Durin's feast they had run out of Orc's bite, a fact that had precipitated this sacking and a mother-of-all hangovers that was brewing in Ran's skull. Orc's bite was a vicious drink esigned to give dwarven fighters fearlessness and viciousness necessary to face any foe but. It was designed not to give you hangover so that you could continue to ingest it on the next day, otherwise the whole dwarven army would be incapable of fighting more than one day. But the no hangover happened only if it wasn't mixed with other drinks. Which, unfortunately, is exactly what Ran did. Worse still, she had mixed it, among other things, with elvish wine and everybody knows that dwarven and elvish do not mix. Or, when they do, the results tend to be explosive.

She was hidden in the shadows of a recess, just short walk away from the entrance to Burx Brewery. Through Brewery, one could enter the stores as well if she remembered correctly. It was that time of the night when you were unsure whether it was very, very late or very, very early and there wasn't anyone in sight, even the bats were asleep. After the initial agreement that they would try and find whether Burx still posessed a stash of Orc's bite, r at least a recipe, they had continued to drink till the very early hours and were all but kicked out of Durin's day area by tired servers. They had separated to collect whichever gear they had and were supposed to meet in less than an hour at this very spot. It took Ran a very short time to pick up her gear. She had nothing to pick aside from one old hunting knife and a dagger she always kept in her boot. She found a musty coil of rope in her rented apartments but that was it. Now waiting in the gloom she wondered whether the rest of the team would show up or exhibit better sense than she and go to bed.

(OOC to all and threadmaster: This is a little adventure we cooked up in Durin's Day thread. Anyone's welcome to join, especially as a Burx guarding against thieves such as we are. Hope this is ok and in line with the rules. :) )

Oak
06/Jan/2013, 11:05 PM
Dat Hammerfist

Mex Kitchens

Dat Hammerfist stepped into the kitchen with a pie in her hands. She spotted her sister running in circles, running from a flying coffee pot. "What in Mahal's name!" The pie slipped from her hands and smeared its way down her long red beard before the metal pan clanged onto the floor. "Dis what kind of thing is this? Did you do something to make the coffee pot mad at you. Forgetting the mess on her beard for the moment she grabbed a cooking spoon and went after the pot. "Down pot! that's a baad coffee pot!" Somehow she couldn't hit the pot. Dat didn't understand what was going on.

KhôrinStrongart
06/Jan/2013, 11:37 PM
Sacking of the Burx stores
Meeting with other perpetrators

Khôrin burped and then slapped his hand over his mouth. Part of the burp had gone out via his ears he felt. He was feeling the onset of the mother of all hangovers. Why did he have to continue drinking after the Orc Bite had run out? As if he didn't know any better!

They had agreed to meet after an hour and get the stuff they would need for a successful raid. But Khôrin couldn't for the life of him think of anything useful to take with him... except the biggest flask he could find. Now he lugged the leather flask after him, as he steered an unsteady course towards the Burx halls. As he came closer he peered around. Was he the first one? Had he mistaken things? Was he too early?

Another burp had to escape through Khôrin's nose. It carried the unmistakable tang of Orc Bite with it. Khôrin decided that it would be better to wait a little less obviously. A little more hidden. There was a nice nook that was well shadowed. He could hide there. Holding on to the wall beside him to steady himself he headed for the recess and squeezed himself inside... only to meet with unexpected resistance.

Dwimmerlaik
07/Jan/2013, 05:18 AM
Sacking of the Burx Stores

Dwim was starting to get a headache and was nastily dry at the back his throat as it urged him for more drink. It had been quite a wild night at the Durin's Day celebration, and he'd had just as wild a time in Dale the night before, so a major hangover similar to Ran and Khorin's threatened to make tomorrow (well, now today) one hell of a day. But he was a young dwarf, coming into the prime of his years, and dwarves were built to drink heavily for extended periods of time, and the younger ones were especially resilient to hangovers, so he would be fine. He actually still had a remarkable amount of energy now, especially considering it was the butt crack of dawn. He was hopped up and ready to do some sneaking through the brewery and its stores, and come across any danger that they may run into. He was always willing to get up to some mischief, especially now that it was under the guidance of his new role models who he had met at the feast earlier in the day. It had all sounded like such a good idea at the time, especially when they were still up from the effects of the Orc's Bite.

He'd quickly dashed back to his room to drop off his pack and unload some things. He had not even been home yet after years out on the road. He had gone straight to Dale upon returning from his adventures, and then straight to the feast. So a quick trip to his room was in order. He figured he would not need his sword, so he left that there. He kept his axe though, which was on his back. It might come in handy if he needed to break open any doors or anything, although perhaps doing that might be a little too loud. They didn't want to wake up the Burx Uzbans and get arrested! He took a little bit of thin wire too, which he'd found was quite handy for picking locks. Some of his travelling equipment things seemed like they might be handy too. He took his skin (normally filled with water) with him which he would fill up with Orc's Bite if they found any. All in all he looked just as haggard as he had done at the feast, except even worse now since it was so late and his eyes were red and had large dark rings under them.

Dwim locked his room and then tip toed through the halls (not very easy for a dwarf to do with their big clompy boots and all) as he neared the great brewery. He wondered if the stores of Orc's Bite still existed. Dis had reported that she might have seen some, and they perhaps even a recipe may have still existed. Well, if they couldn't find any of the drink, at least they could look for the recipe. Dis had also said she thought one of the ingredients was dwarf sweat. If it turned out they would have to make a brew of their own, he figured he would be able to come in handy as far as supplying the dwarf sweat was concerned. He was still in his travelling clothes, and they were thoroughly soaked with sweat after the evening's proceedings. There was some good sweat to be squeezed out of these fabrics! He puffed up his chest with pride, knowing that he might be useful to the others in the little escapade. He realised he was now just outside the Burx halls, but he could not see his friends. The thought began to cross his mind that this might have been an elaborate prank designed to get him into trouble and they would not even be here at all.

But suddenly as a little draught of wind aggrivated one of the torches on the wall, easing the shadows in one of the recesses, Dwim thought he saw something squirm. Who is that! he thought to himself. He leaned foward and peered into the shadow. Was it one of the guards seeing what he was up to? No, why, it looked like two of his fellow raiders hiding there in the corner. "Pssst..." he whispered sharply to Ran and Khorin. "Who's that in there??"

Dis
07/Jan/2013, 06:30 AM
Sacking of the Burx stores

The only container Dis possessed was a banged up canteen. Nonetheless, if it were filled with Orc Bite it would last her a year. She drank the obligatory belt when in company but she always paid for it later. This time was particularly bad: The Orc Bite and the Elvish wine got into a scuffle in her stomach until the fighting broke out in her mouth and onto her bedroom carpet.

"Here, let me hold your braids." Whether or not he was a production of a fractured psyche, Baldur kept her beard and hair out of harm's way.

Her face washed and her stomach empty she made her way out in the small hours to the Burx stores carrying her canteen and one small dagger. As she drew near she thought she heard a belch. She crept to where the sound was. It was her ginger bearded relation. "Whew! You still reek of Orc Bite and you're up for more?"

Oak
07/Jan/2013, 06:03 PM
Sacking the Burx Stores

Dat's canteen was much better than Dis' with an engraved Dragon on one side and a Stag on the other. She had won it in a game of cards. She was rather proud of it. To fill it to the top with Orc Bite was a dream come true. She had never told her sister about her secret stash. It would last her a year or more. She made her way don the halls to the Burx stores. She emptied the last of the last few drops and swallowed. The old Orc bite burned its way down and rumbled in her belly. It erupted in a belch. "Blelk!" She rounded the bend and saw her sister with Khorin. Khorin looked glassy eyed like he had been drinking Orc Bite as well. Oh, this is going to go over well, Dat though to herself. Everyone has a hangover. The air smell thickly of Orc Bite.

Nok Rockblade
08/Jan/2013, 11:48 AM
Nok Rockblade
Morog Hall

As the doors opened to the Great hall of the Morogs, a dazzling light flashed off of the many precious gems that decorated the hall that his father had set foot in before him. being of younger age and slimmer stature, Nok knew that first impressions were key to gaining acceptence among the more seasoned miners. after dusting off his boots and wiping midday snack from his chin scruff, he tried to pass off for a beard, Nok looked around the hall and saw no one.
"hmm all the others must still be in the mines, well it bothers me not i have nothing but time and a sachel full of pastries. i could sit in this beautiful hall all day"said Nok as he sat down in a large wooden chair with his boots propped up on a table and slowly started dowzing in and out of sleep.

Aisil
08/Jan/2013, 03:43 PM
Nîm
Burx Uzbans
Making sure no one steals her booze supplies

Secrets were never kept, definitely not if they spoken in a crowded area like a feast. It didn`t take the Burxes long to heard some dwarves were up to some mischief. Honestly, Nîm couldn`t care less about that.. she was made of mischief herself. However, things got serious when she heard rumours it had to do with her booze supply. Well, technically the Burx booze supply but honestly they were one and the same. Nîm had founded the clan once and though she no longer lead it the booze was still somewhat hers.. right?

This lead her to wander the Burx Halls at night and.. that was where her plans stopped, she wasn`t all that good at planning. Maybe it was the booze... Suddenly, she heard some rustling so she grabbed the first thing in sight and yelled: "Come out! I got a... ladle?" She said, looking at the useless item she`d picked up as a weapon before continuing: "and I`m not afraid to use it!".

Ránlindë Fey
09/Jan/2013, 07:47 PM
Sacking of Burx Stores
Hallways in front of the Burx Uzban's Halls


She must've nodded off to sleep or Orc's bite had seriously duller her senses. Well if some real stinker was the sweat donor, anything was possible! Suddenly Khoorin appeared much too close to her and for a split second of time a horrible thought crossed Ran's mind. Aren't I too old to be harassed by male Dwarves. Well Khorin isn't much younger than I. Luckily, that train of thought with a huge potential for later embarrassment was prevented by real dwarven pile-up behind the pillar. Oi! Did no one her about Mahal's blasted personal space here? she said in a bit too loud, angry whisper.Seriously, the dwarves nowadays....The pillar was in a real threat of toppling over from the pure dwarven energy fueled by excitement of potential mayhem and vestiges of Orc's bite. And the prospect of more Orc's bite, lets not forget.

She extracted herself from the Dwarven pile (Yuck, someone's been bathing in sweat!!!) and stood surveying the group. ALmost everyone brought a flask or a canteen of sort. She felt like a complete idiot for Ran only had a tiny hip flask she always carried. The same flash everyone drank from on the feast. Although Dwarf sweat was an important part of Orc's bite, Dwarf saliva wasn't. Good thing OB was practically disinfectant of the b est kind one could find in ME. Well since she suggested this little adventure, it wouldn't do good to start off by admitting what an idiot she was for not bringing a larger vessel for Orc's bite theft. Instead, she looked pointedly at Dis' canteen, her look saying: Really? A small canteen? I was thinking of rolling out a full barrel but if this is enough for you.

Right, I think we should... she came down to business just when a yell came. "Come out, I got a ladle!" Ran was about to shout back "well phooo to you, I've got throwing rolling pins" when she remembered that she didn't. Damn banker! They were discovered even before they placed a toe in the Burx halls. Refusing to meet with defeat and reluctant to charge the Burx guard, she threw herself back at the Dwarven-pile-up behind the pillar, shushing everyone. The guard will either decide she heard a mouse and go away, or come out to investigate in which case Ran was more than prepared to charge and tackle the guard, gag her and leave her behind that pillar. She started signalling this plan to the others using Anghak's sign language when it occurred to her that only Dis and Khorin served in Anghak with her and it was so long ago that they might not remember. Heck, taking her fuddled state of mind in consideration, she might have forgotten the codes and was signalling them to strip to their underwear and do the duck dance.

Dis
10/Jan/2013, 08:31 AM
Sacking of Burx Stores
Hallways in front of the Burx Uzban's Halls

Now it was becoming a regular party. And they were none-too quiet. Someone had some serious body odor issues and someone was gassy, the someone being her. Orc Bite tended to have a deleterious effects on her plumbing. "There's not a lot of personal space to be had behind this pillar." She turned around and trying to shift the blame, said, "Will whoever's farting, stop it?" She wasn't very quiet either. Her pipes betrayed her: Her stomach grumbled loudly.

She stopped when a yell came from inside the stores. Ran shushed the lot of them and started gesticulating. "You want us to wot?" Dis' eyes grew round. "Well, that's not going to get us any Orc Bite -More like make a big mess. And can we make this quick?" Her pipes groaned noisily. "I- uh -need to meet someone about a pony."

Oak
12/Jan/2013, 04:21 AM
Sacking the Burx Stores

"No you did it," Dat said sharply as a foul smell wafted up in her face and a rumbling came from the direction of her sister. "You been hitting that Orc Bite a little too hard. You're scorching my beard and tarnishing my ring" She held up her ring. There were still grumbly noises coming from Dis' belly. Dat looked around at the crowded space and grinned a toothy grin. "Looks like the pony is going to have to wait, unless you think you can find him in the hall?"

Dat propped herself against the wall and crossed one boot over the other. She took out a rolled cigar and lit it. She seemed to have not been affected by the Orc Bite like her sister had. Maybe Dis got a bad batch?

Dat loved her cigars. They were made from a leaf from out of the West, then she rolled them herself. She dreamed of purchasing a pipe for the leaf--but rolling it would have to do for now.

Dwimmerlaik
12/Jan/2013, 07:46 AM
Sacking of the Burx Stores
Hallways in front of the Burx Uzban's Halls

Dwim was pleased that no one responded to his question of who was there hiding in the shadows. He could tell from the smell of alcohol that it was his co-conspirators, and he was proud of them for not giving away their position just because someone had asked them who they were. That was good enough for him! He jumped behind the pillar and joined the merry troop which he soon found was actually a stinky troop somewhat like a stinky poop really! They smelled of sweat, fart, and booze. That wasn't anything particularly surprising for a group of dwarves, it was just that this smell was a little bit more extreme than usual. But it did not bother him. He was just a little bit concerned that the smell would give away their position in the shadows to any guards on patrol.

Dwim's cheeks went a bit red when Ran insulted the size of Dis' canteen and suggested that a barrel would be more approriate. Dwim had only brought a canteen himself. Perhaps he should've stolen a barrel and strapped it to his back! Fortunately it was dark so none of the others could see his red cheeks. Maybe they would be lucky and find barrels and barrels of Orc's Bite anyway, and they could all roll one back home each. But that was probably the deluded hope of a young dwarf. They'd be lucky to get anything now, actually, since someone from inside (Nim) yelled at them and threatened them with a ladle. A ladle wasn't a very threatening thing, but he assumed it was code word for an axe, since he had tried to use his axe as a ladle a few times in the past.

Dwim smelled Dat's cigar smoke and saw the burning tip, and felt like exclaiming that famous old quote that went something along the lines of "put it out you fool!" But he didn't, fortunately. Firstly it would have been too loud for him to yell something like that. Secondly, they had already been found out by Nim anyway. And thirdly, he liked the smell of cigar smoke. "Do you mind if I have a puff?" the young dwarf said, looking at Dat with hopeful eyes. It was while he asked this that he missed the first part of Ran's hand code signals. He would not have understood the signals anyway, even if he hadn't missed the start of them. But Dwim assumed that he had missed the vital part where she explained the key to the hand signals at the start before doing them. "uhhh, what??" he asked Ran slightly confused. One of the signals looked rather aggressive, so he grabbed his axe from his back and held it ready to attack someone or something, assuming that was what she was signalling. Looked like he was going to have to hew some Burx Uzban tonight. Seemed like an unfortunately violent thing to have to do for some alcohol, but he didn't want to let his friends down. "DURIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he suddenly yelled in a battle cry, throwing his axe into the air expecting to catch it when it fell back down to his hands. But instead it clanged loudly against the ceiling and landed somewhere he couldn't see.

Oak
18/Jan/2013, 09:26 PM
Sacking the Burx Stores

Dat was ready to offer her cigar to Dwim who was watching odd meaningless gestures from Ran. He suddenly started to yell DURIN!!!!!!!! His axe flew up clanged off the wall and seemed to vanish. There was a mettalic whistling sound and a flash of shiny metal. Something lopped off the tip of Dat's cigar and clattered against the floor. Dat looked down. It was Dwim's axe with the glowing tip of Dat's cigar fading beside it. Dat tried to suck on the stub of the cigar. No smoke. "Mahal's ghost! Watch that thing. You chopped my cigar".

KhôrinStrongart
19/Jan/2013, 04:04 PM
In front of the Burx stores, making ready to raid them

"Erm... it's me hm.. erm yes. And Ran." Khôrin shot out of the nook like a cork out of the bottle, feeling a flush raise in his face. He was glad it was so dark in the tunnel, that nobody could see it though. Dwim gave him, as Khôrin felt, a suspicious look, while Dis had a few good words about his fresh breath.

"It's not for drinking now. But a dwarf has got to think about the future. Since we seem to be all there, shall we go ahead?"

Khôrin didn't actually wait for anybody to consent, by now his desire to lay his hand one some decent Orc Bite was all that was needed to urge him forward. He carefully tipped towards the heavy door that marked the Burx domain. Nobody was in sight. He gave the door a push but wasn't surprised that it was locked. Surely there would be no Burx store if they left their valuable drafts for anybody to just take away.

He took out two long hooked pieces of steel and inserted them into the lock. There were a few things he had had to do to survive down south - getting into and out of places was one of them. After a moment's fiddling there was a click and the door opened a fraction.

"Well. The way to paradise is open." He sniffed. "And if I am not mistaken I can scent some very nice brews." He gave the door a further push and stepped through.

Ránlindë Fey
20/Jan/2013, 08:47 PM
Sacking of Burx Stores
Funny thing about Orc-s bite is that just when you think you have gotten it out of your system, it comes back with a vengeance. The mix of excitement, exasperation and heavy dose of eau d' dwarf (main note stale bean vomit with an undercurrent of orc's bite worthy sweat) not only resurrected orc's bite in Ran's system, but also seemed to have brought friends as well. As new wave of dizziness threatened to topple her over (and even Mahal would not manage to get her up then), Ran watched how their little stealth operation was becoming everything but stealthy. In fact, it was downright disastrous. If she she had her wits about, she would've called the whole thing off. A band of stinky, half hung over and half still drunk dwarves were harder to control than a band goblins given a free reign of Old Toby's Leaf stores. Dat was smoking, in the name of Mahal's earlobe, and Dwim was obviously enjoying a very nice delusion in which they weren't trying to stealthily steal something but were practicing the infamous dwarven war charge.

However, Ran's wits were at the present buried deeper than Morog's mines and Dwim's "DURIN" scream was all the incentive she needed. Many summers have passed since she quit the Anghak, but once a dwarven soldier, always a dwarven soldier. Especially when it came to orc's bite induces menacing screaming. It didn't matter that this was not battlefild. Well - actually - it WAS! Anyone who stood between a dwarf and her orc's bite was a fiend that needed to be vanquished without mercy. And right now the doors stood in her way

She turned and charged at the Burx's doors, screaming at the top of her voice unintelligibly. Well it would have been intelligible if she could have decided between "Khazad ai menu!", "Durin" and "Ooooorcs biteeee". At just that moment Khorin opened the said doors, in a moment too late for Ran to stop, and she ran through the opened doors like a raging bull. The ladle wielding Burx defender, if it didn't pass our from eau d' dwarf or went into hiding, will surely be turned into a dwarf pancake.

Torn
22/Jan/2013, 10:48 AM
Yukogs

Torn had been very nervous to come to the clans and had put it off for as long as she could. It meant a great deal to her to join the ranks of great dwarfish blacksmiths and to become what her father had been so good at. She came here to bring honour to her father and to earn herself a second name that would show she now walked her own path and was a dwarf that could stand among her people as contributer and creator in her own right.

For now though she came to learn and she was nervous. As she had been making her way to the great smithies she had heard a lot of noise around the kitchens area and wasn't sure what was going on or if she should go and investigate. Did they need her help? Or would she only be butting in where she didn't belong? Shrugging to herself she decided there weren't many things dwarfs couldn't handle so she would move on to the smithies and help out if she was needed.

Entering the smithies she breathed deep of the smells that enveloped her, they reminded her of her childhood with her father. The smells of hot iron and burning woods, of molding gold and gems and weapons. This is where she belonged and where she would make her name, and she couldn't imagine being anywhere else. However, as she stood there she really wasn't sure what she should be doing first, there were dwarfs everywhere working hard and the sounds of production were never ending. So before she leaped into the fire she decided to go looking for someone who perhaps could teach her this fine art.

Dis
23/Jan/2013, 05:56 AM
Sacking of Burx Stores

The scream and flying steel was all it took, Dis was now in battle mode. She reached over her shoulder to grab her large Berserker axe from its harness and grasped at nothing. What? Oh that's right, it was in her quarters in a trunk and now she was a farty old ex-berserker resorting to robbery (it was too noisy to be considered burglary) to get something to drink. How pathetic was that? The only weapons she brought with her were her canteen and the explosive reactions the Orc Bite were generating in her gut.

But, luck or Mahal was with her: An axe fell from the ceiling in front of her, lopping Dat's cigar on its way down. She snatched the weapon from the floor and charged. "Khazad ai menu!!!"

She followed Ran, and barely missed being clobbered by the bits of the door. She didn't know which was more dangerous at the moment: Her axe or her gas.

Oak
23/Jan/2013, 09:52 PM
Sacking the Burx Stores

The door swung out after Dis dashed through it and clipped Dat on the nose. What was left of her cigar went flying. Dat grabbed it and scrambled through the door. All she was armed with was her canteen and her large ruby ring. She could knock someone out with that thing. She made it into the stores. She saw several large kegs--but then there was a ladle wielding Dwarf (Nim). Dat stopped. Would a canteen be a defense against a ladle? Dat gritted her teeth chomping into what was left of her cigar. "Arrghh!"

KhôrinStrongart
25/Jan/2013, 11:19 AM
Being stampeded at the Burx Stores

Events went right past Khôrin as he seemed to have missed a lot of action in his Orc Bite enduced haze. The stealth operation he had been imagining had, at some point turned into a stampede, as Ran, Dis and Dat charged him like bulls the moment he opened the Burx door. The lady dwarf with the laddle went right past him and he only wondered fuzzily where that yell," and I'm not afraid to use it," had come from. He was now faced with some serious dangers, namely at least one shiny axe, whirled madly over Dis' head and about three sets of hobnailed dwarven boots, which headed his way and threatened to stamp over him. The only thing he could do was head out of harms way - right into the hallowed halls of heavenly booze.

Unfortunately it seemed that the Burx had been readying a delivery and a number of large barrels were waiting to be taken away. Khôrin crashed into the lower row of barrels, and even though it was a full barrel his weight and impetus set it rocking. The barrel above didn't take kindly to that as it slipped off one side of the lower one, it slowly leaned forward and then toppled. Khôrin, on his back from rebounding off the lower barrel, could only look in fuzzy immobility as the heavy barrel came crashing down.

ooc: Sorry guys, my browser actually didn't show me your new posts - (even before I posted the last post so I messed things up quite a bit. Didn't mean to disregard your postings)