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*ker-plunk*; the ceiling breaks...
Topic Started: Jun 9 2009, 09:22 PM (746 Views)
Helanwe
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Out of the rubble pops out a very familiar face covered in all manners of woods chips, insulation, and straw. He looked around and grins with a smirk mischief.

"Your roofs never were sturdy, I've never been able to do my covert operations around here without falling through.."

Helanwe brushed himself off and waltzed over to Maravathar.

"I'll take your finest ale! I'm gonna need it to cope with this bruise on my head." He said turning towards the rest of the group. "What, you haven't forgotten me have ya?"
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Arathrad
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*pokes his head into the Inn*

"Well well well, look who it is! It seems after all this time you havn't forgotten how to make an entrance! I'm glad you have found your way to our new home Hel, we still have an extra large tankard with your name on it!"
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A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship but it is not this day!
An hour of wolves and shatterd shields when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day, this day WE FIGHT!!!
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Jun 9 2009, 09:25 PM
*pokes his head into the Inn*

"Well well well, look who it is! It seems after all this time you havn't forgotten how to make an entrance! I'm glad you have found your way to our new home Hel, we still have an extra large tankard with your name on it!"
"Well well! I haven't seen you in what feels like a decade! How ya been old friend? And of course I'd find my way here, the moment I got my letter from Maravathar I headed down here! Glad to hear you folks are back up and running, wasn't the same without you folks runnin' rampant!"

Looks around excitedly

"Now where's that ale?"
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Arathrad
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*Hands Helenwe the largest tankard he can find*

"I've been good my friend, keeping busy helping to organize things in these parts...it's been no small task so far! It does seem like it's been ages since the last time we've talked, how have you and yours been doing over the past year or two?"

*granbs a tankard of his own and lights up his pipe*
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A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship but it is not this day!
An hour of wolves and shatterd shields when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day, this day WE FIGHT!!!
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Faerduin
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Faerduin glanced up from his post on the outskirts of Tharbad. His eyes fell on the Grey Swan, the pride of the Rangers, standing proudly amidst the ruins of ages past. But something seemed different about that beautiful picture to which Faerduin had become so accustomed - perhaps the dark figure creeping along the roof above the bar. Faerduin quickly stood and began to move towards the Grey Swan, but the figure suddenly let out a yelp! and crashed through the roof. The Ranger slowed to a walk as a smirk emerged on his face. He knew the owner of that yelp!

Arathrad was serving Helanwe a drink when Faerduin burst through the door. "My goodness, old friend! You haven't changed a bit! I thought I'd get tired of that predictable entrance, but it cracks me up every time just the same!" He made his way over to the bar and grabbed a tankard of his own. "So what have you been up to? It has been ages since we talked last, and the world about us has changed." A shadow seemed to pass across Faerduin's face, but the glimmer of excitement soon returned. "I heard you call for Maravathar; I guess I missed a minor detail in my letter. I go by Faerduin in these dark times, lest the events of past years reach foul ears and endanger the secrecy of our work. Our encounters have left us in great friendship, Hel, but the same cannot be said for many I have come across..."

Both Arathrad and Helanwe looked up at him at the same moment, and Faerduin caught himself. "Ah! It's hard to keep this old tongue from wagging. More ales and fewer tales, as the saying goes, although it seems I am a man doomed to story-telling..."

Faerduin grabbed a tankard from the cupboard and tipped the keg. He shouted as he raised his ale in the air, "To old friends and old memories, but most importantly, to the freedom of the Free Peoples!"
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War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all;
but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness,
nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.
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Arathrad
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Arathrad smiled at Faer's toast and raised his own tankard into the air. "Here, Here!" he shouted in agreement and then promptly downed his ale.

Staring up at the hole in the roof, Arathrad began to laugh, "You know Hel, it's a good thing you dropped in when you did, we havn't began the repairs yet." Looking around at the mess of debris and destruction, he became tired just thinking of all the work ahead.
Edited by Arathrad, Jun 10 2009, 06:23 PM.
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A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship but it is not this day!
An hour of wolves and shatterd shields when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day, this day WE FIGHT!!!
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"As so as you say shall be done Faerduin! To a grand today, and an even grander tomorrow!" Helanwe chugged the rest of his fine tharbadian ale and looked his empty mug with nothing but froth on the rim. "Ya know I really missed this froth, something about it is stimulating. Looking up to Arathrad he gestured to the forsaken embassy. "You said you were gonna start fixin' thing up eh? Well if it helps any I've been helpin' some of the folks down in Moria in recent months with their masonry. I've learned quite a bit about stone and such. I can't nail wood together for all the gold in Thorin's Hall, but I can sure chip a stone down to size. If ya need anything I'm here to be used! I need work anyways...not many people desire stone outside those depths. I got a stomach to feed and debts to pay..."

Helanwe looked up at his two old friends with a gleam in his eye. "So it goes from Arahad to Arathrad, and Maravathar to Faerduin. My name has changed to most in recent years as well. To many I am known as Brudruk. With the changing of times and the shifting of winds I assumed a new name to the new folks I met in my travels. A dwarf like myself needed a more dwarven name I insisted so I retrieved one. However, being in old Halls and with Old Friends needs no prompting for my name to change to you. I indeed am Helanwe, old and weathered yes, but nonetheless the same." Again staring at his rather empty cup he sighed and than began to get up out of his chair.

"Now put me to some work before I get older than I already am. I may weather like mountains, but I ain't timeless like 'em."
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Seeing Helanwe looking with dismay at his tankard which yet again ran dry, Arathrad put his hand on his friend's shoulder, "Now now, Hel" he said with a slight smile, "There will be plenty of time for rebuilding around these parts, let me grab you some more drink." Heading over to the bar, Arathrad begin searching around for something new to drink.

After a few moments, he found an old broken crate with a few remaining bottles of Tharbadian wine. "Well it's good to see not everything was destroyed around here," he said under his breath. Grabbing the bottles he headed back over to the table and set them down. Plopping a large sack of pipe-weed on the table along with the bottles of wine, he looked at his friends with a smile, "Now, let us relax for a while and enjoy one anothers company while we still may."

Arathrad poured each of his friends a full tankard of wine, lit up his pipe, and leaned back in his chair.
Edited by Arathrad, Jun 14 2009, 08:01 AM.
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A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship but it is not this day!
An hour of wolves and shatterd shields when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day, this day WE FIGHT!!!
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