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You are Eowyn, Lady of Ithilien. You are reading a history book on the balcony of your home in Emyn Arnen, overlooking the river Anduin, with Minas Tirith in the distance, waiting for your husband Faramir to return from battle at Cair Andros; you stayed behind to watch your son Elboron, a lad of ten. You see Chad Bradford sail by, and wave to him, then return your attention to the book, a history of the first age, the tale of the Silmarils, jewels that held the light of the Two Trees. One turned into a star, another lost in a fiery chasm, and another thrown into the Sea, neither of those two ever having been found. A feeling takes you: you were a shield maiden once, and killed the Witch King; why shouldn't you try to find these gems? You are tired of relaxing here in leisure. You break open your old wooden chest and don your old armor, shield, helm and sword, and order your horse to be saddled. Your son approaches you in the yard and asks where you are going and why you bear armor. You say you are going to visit family in Rohan. He asks to come with you, to see Uncle Eomer. You begin in Emyn Arnen. >Deny him flatly >Make up an excuse >Just ride off >Bring him along for a time >Do something else big map https://www.bl.uk/collection-items/map-of-the-middle-earth >_
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>Make up an excuse
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Jul 2, 2020 04:10
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Hell yeah lie to that dummy.
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Jul 2, 2020 04:46
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Lie to the little bastard, he's just an anchor to your loveless political union
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Jul 2, 2020 04:55
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drat dude, i thought eoywms and farmir married for love
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Jul 2, 2020 05:13
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in my defense i am prety drunk ------------- "I will be gone for a while," you tell Elboron, "and you must be the Prince until your father comes back." He plainly hates this but nods. You leave a note with your handmaid explaining where you have gone, then ride north. After several days you cross the bridge at Osgiliath, ride the Pelannor, pass the city and cross the Entwash into Rohan. You encounter a large group of Ents walking south, and ask them for news, and water. "We are going to Harondor to join the Entwives," one says, as you drink. The one called Quickbeam offers you a pipe and some weed. "Have you heard of the Silmarils?" you ask. The Ents look at each other and shrug. "Nope." Inventory: armor, helm, sword, shield, pipe, weed You can go any direction >_
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Jul 2, 2020 06:01
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Go uttermost west
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Jul 2, 2020 06:05
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>smoke weed
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Jul 2, 2020 06:24
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Why not trade in a horse for a doggo
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Jul 2, 2020 06:34
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>hack off a treants limb for good luck
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Jul 2, 2020 06:41
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Colonel Cancer posted:Why not trade in a horse for a doggo i guess you could if you find a dog edit: that someone is willing to trade for a horse
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Jul 2, 2020 07:54
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>GO UP.
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Jul 2, 2020 08:48
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ok i'm going to need some clarification about directions becase i havnt play a game like this since i was a kid. does up mean north or does it mean actualy try to go upwards into the air sorry im drunk
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Jul 2, 2020 08:59
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>Go to bed (IRL)
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Jul 2, 2020 09:00
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>follow Chad Bradford
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Jul 2, 2020 10:47
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>cast ENLARGE SMEAGOL
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Jul 2, 2020 22:57
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*suck my own dick
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Jul 2, 2020 23:14
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naem posted:>cast ENLARGE SMEAGOL he's dead although i forgot that for a moment
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Jul 3, 2020 00:23
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Weka posted:>GO UP. gary oldmans diary posted:>smoke weed The Cubelodyte posted:Go uttermost west I'm going to combine all these. -------------------- You toke heavily and continue on your way, giggling to yourself. Luckily your horse knows how to follow the road. Finally you cross Rohan and reach the fords of Isen, where there is a small village with a tavern. You tie your horse outside and go in. Besides the barmaids and barkeep, there are a few dwarves and burly Rohirrim. "Sup, dicks," you announce. >_
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Jul 3, 2020 00:55
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> Outdrink and outsmoke the dwarves.
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Jul 3, 2020 01:31
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>SEDUCE dwarf
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Jul 3, 2020 01:33
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No one recognizes you due to your helm. You walk to the nearest table and demand a drinking contest, sitting down on a stool and whipping out your pipe to pack a bowl. The dwarves look at you and each other. "Who might you be?" says one. "The one who is going to beat your bitch asses," you say. "Buy me ale." "You have coin to pay for it?" says one dwarf with a red beard. You draw your sword and slam it on the table. "There's your coin. Ale, fucker. You'll all be under the table in an hour. If not, you can keep the blade." 55 minutes later everyone in the tavern has gathered around to watch. Your sword glistens with haphazardly spilled ale and wine. Four of the five dwarves are passed out, with only redbeard remaining, and a couple of Rohirrim are on the floor as well. The barkeep gives each of you another tankard. ------------- Flip a coin. If no one does, I'll have a mod do it.
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GCM provided the flip. You awake in a straw bed with the red-bearded dwarf, naked but for your helm and sword in hand. You stumble out into the common room, dragging the blade along the floor, and demand water from the barmaid working the bar, stares shocked at you. "Are you loving deaf?" you ask, "water, now. And wine." As she sets about filling some cups, you note that everyone else, including the barkeep, is still passed out. It is barely dawn. You blaze up. Some villagers enter but run away when they see you. The red-bearded dwarf stumbles naked out of the room and vomits on the plank floor. You down a gulp of wine and water, then dress yourself and prepare to leave. The proprietor wakes up and demands payment as you step over him. The dwarf tosses some coins onto the barkeep's chest, then hikes up his trousers and follows you out the door. "Wait!" he grunts, "I though we had somethin speshul. We could travel together." "Where are you going?" you ask. "The Blue Mountains," he says, "I have family there." >_
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Jul 3, 2020 07:42
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gently caress no, pump n dump, his tiny legs will just slow us down.
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Jul 3, 2020 11:06
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I actually do agree a shieldmaiden of the Rohirrim, well baked, can outdrink a pack of dwarves.
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Jul 3, 2020 11:33
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> hit dwarf with sword
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Jul 3, 2020 22:49
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>give birth to HUWARF
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Jul 3, 2020 22:54
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>fart
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Jul 3, 2020 23:18
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You smack the dwarf in the head with the flat of your sword, knocking him out. You lean to the side and let one rip in your saddle, then ride out of the village to the west. The Enedwaith lies before you, a vast wilderness stretching to the sea, according to your map. The Greenway Road goes north all the way to Arnor, passing Dunland. To the south are the White Mountains, the border of western Gondor. edit: I guess it is possible for humans and dwarves to have kids, if elves and humans can, but it would be a while, presumably...we can address that later. >_
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Jul 4, 2020 00:51
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Mutter to yourself: Where can I run How can I hide the silmarils? Gems of treelight Their life belongs to me Oh it's sweet how the Darkness is floating around
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Jul 4, 2020 01:00
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>Write song about potatoes and sell it to the next hobbit you meet
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Jul 4, 2020 01:04
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Did you check behind the couch for them? If it's not there, if one of them was cast into a firey chasm, and there's that one specific volcano the hobbit had to throw the ring in because nothing else would work... maybe connected? Look in that volcano. Just dip your hand in and feel about.
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Jul 4, 2020 01:14
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All the plot's probably up north. In fact I forgot what the hell we're even trying to do
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Bogus Adventure posted:>Write song about potatoes and sell it to the next hobbit you meet Arcsquad12 posted:Mutter to yourself: i'll try to work with this might take awhile
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Outside the village, you stop to let your horse graze while you toke up. Struck by a sudden bout of creativity, you produce some parchment and a quill. Yeah, potatoes (x5) You can boil them You can...fry them!!! You can stick them IN A STEW Potatoes like salt Potatoes like bacon Stick them in your rear end Where can I run How can I hide the silmarils? Gems of treelight Their life belongs to me Oh it's sweet how the Darkness is floating around With Potatoes from the ground Potatoes like salt Potatoes like bacon Stick them in your rear end [INSTRUMENTAL SUPER BRUTAL AND DIRTY TO CLOSE IT OUT FOR LIKE, TEN MINUTES] You roll up the parchment and tuck it away, then mount up again. >_
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Zippy the Bummer posted:Outside the village, you stop to let your horse graze while you toke up. Struck by a sudden bout of creativity, you 
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Daikloktos posted:All the plot's probably up north. In fact I forgot what the hell we're even trying to do we'll go with this then ----------------------- You ride north up the Greenway at a casual pace. The new-made road is flanked by rocky hills and trees. In the evening you make camp beneath a tree by the road and blaze. Your weed supply is running low. Then four hill-men on scrawny horses riding south pass by and see your fire. Seeing that you are alone, they approach. The biggest one grabs the reins of your horse. "We'll be taking this, and your sword too. If you don't make a fuss, we'll let you live." >_
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Jul 4, 2020 05:20
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Off with his head! Pluck and eat pieces of gore to intimidate other bandits. Where we are going, no civilization remains.
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>SEDUCE horse
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Think intently about Gloin's groin.
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