Sigurd

The Lord of the Rings

”Yes!” Ofnir said, ”Yes! Wonderful!” How could he have missed something so obvious? Perhaps his earthly form was finally giving up.

He turned around and scrambled his way through the grass back to the company. ”Do as she says!” he tapped Ellaryn on the head with his staff. He suddenly loved the little hobbit even more and wished her all the delicious desserts Middle-Earth cold provide, and those beyond, too. And who knows, there might be many of them -- and much more -- if her plan works.

He looked at the archway and squinted. Passwords, passwords... They always have a password. A word, always. But not this one. A tune this time, so that Orome's folk could enter. ”And maybe go nearer, stand in front of it. The song must be the password. Orome would not have used words because elves could not master the language of the Valar.” He imagined the winds played sweet sounding songs in the West all the time.

His excitement then subsided and he grew stern in face. Galadriel's sword was drawn. ”Watch out, however, the rest of you. Be prepared, there might be traps, or guardians of the place asleep for Ages. This is but a brief rest in our quest, we can't let ourselves die before we've even started.”

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@RBYDark
It's a long story. Let's say I've seen better days. :p
Thanks for asking, I appreciate that!

@ONL
Of course I would not!

Tomorrow I'll get to your cowboy RP. I sent a small portion of the colab.

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

A heavy warmness of ale trembled on Éolan's cheek, and the lantern flame on the wall warmed her ear and neck, making her feel a feverish burn within. Listening to the conversation, she raised her flagon to her wet balmy lips. Empty. Drowned it already. Not even a bit left. That last bit that remains on the bottom... What do they call it? Oh, yes, 'the old man'. Too fast. On an empty stomach. Where are you going? She squinted looking at the leaving Swan Knight, the one named Baranor, making his way through the inn, soon to rest in his bed. In the blink of an eye, he was gone, and a new man was among them: the Easterner. He leaned on the table, threatening and foreign, but vowing to help.

"Well, then, frēond," she said, accent out of place (and time too), woozy with the new lulling sensation, "take a seat, join we for a béor." A grudge against the Gondorian? That's why he waited for him to leave. Or afraid, maybe. Both. Acknowledging hew newfound openness and amiability, she straightened her back in the chair. Strange, how a chug or two lowers the guard of someone inexperienced in the drinking craft.

She felt embarrassed and fooled by her own self, and she envied Baranor who knew when to leave and was now snug. She did not want to leave the wrong first impression, the most important impression. Sure, she was friendly, as she should have; but the manner in which she did it might not have been germane, and being friendly too soon often makes people think you a fool they can use. Of course, as it usually is with people who find themselves in such situations for the first time, she was overthinking. Usually no one notices anything or cares, let alone remembers; and if they do, they jest with you tomorrow once or twice and the world never knows about it again. She tried to get up, first quickly and then more slowly, letting her quivering thighs adjust.

"I am tired, however," she said. "I think I will slēpan as well. Excuse me, everyone."

She left, leaving her bag behind, and after some few dozen steps and a few dozen stairs, she pushed open the first door she saw, dropped herself onto a comfortably embracing bed empty-headed and closed her eyes.

The Lord of the Rings

I haven't given up on this! Just letting you know. I Will make a post soon, I promise.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@RBYDarkI apologise for the absence. I had quite a few problems recently. I will post during the weekend or maybe on Friday.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Guys, I am sorry for not posting. I had a wild few weeks. I will get to it during the weekend, I promise!

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

I am so sorry, lads, for not posting. I had a wild few weeks. I will get to it during the weekend, if that's fine.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@SigurdHaha, now you reminded of MSN. Those were the days, with shitty emojies and gifs that you copied from others, spending all afternoon chatting with people.

If he doesn't respond soon, I'll push the story along.

@ONL

I loved that user friendly interface. You could make your own emojis and gifs and use them in a second. Facebook and Skype really need that.

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

”Well, master smith,” Éolan spoke in Rohirric while making herself comfortable in the chair, ”ale does make one readier, so I'll save my answer after I've had some.” She had never tasted ale before. Or rather she had, as a child, dipping a finger or two into her father's mug to draw attention and then licking them. It tasted nasty and she would giggle and grimace as her father and his friends laughed, and that was all she remembered of it. Many years had passed since then, so she could have easily called the drink she had in front of her her first. And she did, although in her thoughts only. She had also decided to leave the dwarf's question unanswered: Do I really do it? Talk much when I am nervous?.

”Éolan, at your service.” She looked each of them in the eyes and nodded.

She held her breath and took a long sip of what felt like fire on her tongue. Immediately, she knew she had foolishly overestimated herself. All her strength had to be mustered for her to keep a straight face, but her stomach and throat were burning for water. Her cheeks were burning too, but that could have been the warmth of the inn caressing them. ”I'm a bit sickly, it's all,” she said quickly trying to prevent herself from coughing. Covering her mouth with her hand, she sniffled.

”I hope you have all travelled well and found Rohan a pleasant realm,” she said. A feeling of obligation seized her and she felt as if she had to make them feel comfortable in her land, to make them understand it and to represent her folk in a good light. Fortunately, the kind smith had already started taking care of that. I might invite them all over after all this is over. She hiccuped. That would be an unexpected party.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

Damn, man. Poking really made me nostalgic. I remember the nudge option MSN messenger used to have ages ago. I feel old now.