Lord of the Rings - The First Age

[Imp]

Dwanum gave a huge grin,
"I know" he said

[The-Shadow-One]

Renraku and Neptu appear at the place they were sent to by the Crow Master. "Hello..?" Renraku said unsure of what is their but ready for a fight. "Anyone there?"

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

Did I not tell you to go to an inn in Brethil?

[Imp]

Shama stood up and wakled out of the tower once Dwanum left. She wakled back to the tavern to see if the server, Thron, was there. He wasn't present. Shama asked around the tavern to see where he went off to.
"Excuse me, sir" Shama poked the new server on the shoulder.

"What would you like, ma'am? The server turned around and questioned.

"Nothing today, I do have a question." Shama said.

"Ha, alright what is your question, and seriously what do you want." The server chuckled with a great smile.

"Okay, give me three honey-cakes and a half pound of bacon. I was going to ask if you know where Thron is, and could I also have some ale." Shama said with concern in her eyes.

"Yes of course, here is where he lives." The server went to the counter and started piling up some food and drink. He wrote some scribbles on a piece of paper and handed the food and ale to her with the paper in his hand. "It is on the house like usual" He said.

"Thanks" Shama said with a mouthful of food. She quickly inhaled the food and walked to the location on the paper after leaving the tavern.

She let out a burp as she exited the door and walked to the address given on the paper. She arrived at a home by a shop and she knocked on the door.

"Thron?" She called. After waiting a minute or so, she opened the door. Inside the room was Thron, with a knife through his chest. Shama felt very light headed, but saw a note by his body. Her shaking hand picked it up and started to read it. The note said:
"I want to say first of all, I am the one who killed myself, no one played part in it, it was no one's fault. It is only mine due to love, money, family and my probelms conflicting inside me. I took away what Dwanum loved and I payed for it through physical and phycological means. I wish to never hurt anybody again and want to apologize most of all to Shama. I want to give her my tavern and I want Dwanum to know I am so sorry for what I have done to his life. I have nothing else to say fore I am nothing. And so this will be the ending of my life."

[The-Shadow-One]

Spoiler:

No a hut in the forest by brethil. I think. Yea a hut in a forest.

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

No a hut in the forest by brethil. I think. Yea a hut in a forest.

Spoiler:

Okay then. I'll do something.

[Imp]

Shama got over the deat quickly. She doesn't really care about anybody now that she thinks of it. She just laughs and burns the note in the on going fire. She walks to Dwanum and her house and takes all of the gold they have in there. She pockets the gold and starts a fire in the fire place. After about a half hour she has a roaring fire across the fire place. She looks around the house and grabs a chair. She sticks each leg in the fire and lights the chair a flame. Her body is sweating from the heat as she tosses the chair to the other side of the room blackening the wall and setting the carpet on fire. She is able to break off a table leg and lights that also. She waddles around the house igninting all flamable objects until all that is left is a clear path to the door. She walks out the door, getting a burn on her right ankle, and throws the table leg torch behind her and shuts the door. She walks out and she notices that the only sign of fire in the house at the moment is some smoke coming out of the back window. She casually speed walks to the tavern and opens the door to see it with the regular people. The workers are serving and the ale is flowing and she has a good amount of gold in her pocket. She talks to the server. before she can open her mouth the server says,
"Ah, you must be Shama. I was told to tell you that the tavern is yours now!" You own all of the workers, the building, and all of the money! How does that feel?" The little dwarf looks happy and dissapointed.
"Great!" Shama said with a smile. Then, on to more serious terms, she asks, "Do we have a basement of any type?"
"Right down those stairs." The man says looking confused.
"Thank you, keep doing what you do, I am not here if anyone asks, allright?"
The dwarf nods his head and Shama does down the stairs and just sits there.

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

Crystal Lite

[Imp]

Spoiler:

?

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

What flammable objects do dwarves have?

[Imp]

Spoiler:

Forms of wood, carpet; maybe furs

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

Carpets? Dwarves aren't exactly know for their interior decorating! I'll give you the furs though, but that would leave that much of a burn.

[Imp]

Spoiler:

Is there anyway for the house to burn down?

[The-Shadow-One]

Spoiler:

a glaze on the stone? something to make the place look pretty? POMC GIMME A EVENT!

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

Don't leave me hangin'

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Why do I have to guide you through the story!

SHADOW:

Suddenly, a dissected and blood-covered body fell out of a cupboard, a note in its hand.

LTGT:

Spoiler:

What were we doing?

[Imp]

Spoiler:

When are we going in for the Goblin War clean up.

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

Going to Beleg's cabin.

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

Why did you change your name?

After a few minutes of running, the two elves stopped, exhausted. They were quite a distance from the ravine.

"Where were we to go again?" Asked Legorend.

Spoiler:

Khajiit, tell me when.

[Imp]

Spoiler:

We could do this now, I guess. I never did one of these before, I don't know how long they would be.

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

Not so fast. We've not even left yet.

The Commander marched up to the large, stone, decorated gate. "Soldiers! Stand to attention!"

Slowly, the gate grinded open as the chains rattled, being pulled up by four dwarves pushing around a large, iron disc. Outside, amassing in a snow-covered courtyard, were a few hundred soldiers, already charging down the mountain side. In the distance, a few miles away, was the start of the huge line. Near the middle, flanked by dozens of torch carriers and guards, were 6 "vehicles" being carted along by rhino-like creatures. Inside were barrels of oil. At the back, the soldiers of Belegost were already joining the main Dwarven Army.

"Soldiers! We will be away for many weeks. The journey itself will be at least a week long! Lots may not make it back! Some may even perish on the way to our destination, but remain strong and you will persevere! To war!"

[Imp]

Dwanum held his weapon high like the other soldiers and bellowed a warrior's yell and followed the commander. Dwanum set aside all emotions, but killing the enemy.

[POMC S117]

"Soldiers of Belegost, down to the third row! You will be cutting through the forest towards Brethil, along with the soldiers from Beleg and Amon Thum!" Bellowed one of the Captains further down the line.

The army moved into position and began to run down the hill at a pace equal to the other armies.

[Imp]

Spoiler:

What row am I in

[POMC S117]

Spoiler:

Third row!

All through the night, the army marched and marched. Eventually, the announcement of a new battalion joining the force became commonplace and the soldiers were not unused to being jostled about by superiors trying to move the armies in terms of power, strength or speciality. Eventually, they stopped for the night. They set up camp beside a fast flowing river. The plethora of colourful tents spread for a few kilometres over rough terrain. A few of the more "business-like" dwarves set up stalls at strategic points selling things from mead and rations to weapons and armour.