Halasían
07-28-2004, 11:34 PM
(Originally posted by Karl 'Valandil' Tabor on the Entmoot website)
~The Scrolls of the Dúnedain and the Histories of the Elves,
Hobbits, Dwarves, & Men of Gondor and Rohan have these
events documented for this time~
Bilbo is a lad who turns 14 later this year, living at home with his folks, Bungo and Belladona. Gerontius, 'The Old Took' - is still living. Aragorn's great-grandfather, Argonui, is chieftain of the Dunedain. His grandson, Arathorn, is a young man - but Gilraen hasn't been born. Thorin and his people are still living in The Blue Mountains - and Smaug still broods over the treasure of Erebor. To the south, Turin II is Ruling Steward of Gondor, and Fengel has just become King of Rohan. The 'Fell Winter' was yet to come and Tharbad hasn't yet been flooded and the bridge destroyed, but Tharbad is nearly deserted anyway. There's 'trouble' with orcs, wolves and trolls from time to time, and rumors of things even worse in Mirkwood beyond the Misty Mountains. Some still talk about Elrond at his place of Rivendell, away east - but not many seem to know exactly how to get there - and the Elves, or others who might seem to know - they just won't say very much about it.
This RP is strictly Middle Earth time period based and within the realm of the histories before the War of the Ring. So no magic dragons or such, or relations to anyone "famous". Afterall there were alot of happenings that were not spoken of. Rating is a "heavy R" meaning the wild stuff is ok, but not the full on descriptions... you know what I mean. ;)
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It was Early spring of the year of the Stewards Reckoning of 2904 of the Third age. The Forsaken Inn had stood beside the road east out of Bree for years uncounted. It was known that it was sacked and burned during the war that brought down the kingdom in 1974, but it was not a total loss since the armies of the Witch King that flanked this far south did not do a good job in their arson. That and the fact the fall rains had started early and the timbers were wet and dank, and it was raining still when the fires were set, Damage was pretty much confined to the interior and was smoke in nature for the most part. The Inn itself seemed to weather well since though, ironicly from the fact the fire set to destroy it only served to heat the wood and boil the pitch some, causing it to preserve the woods integrety. But the fire-darkened wood spoke of its history. It had a dozen rooms, six small windowless groundfloor rooms that held a straw mat and a rickety table anc chair. They were three to each side of a dim, narrow hall that ran back from the left corner of the large stone fireplace. Just inside the hall to the left, a narrow gap led up an open stair that curved hard left in a spiral over the common room and back by the stone fireplace to an upper hall. The six rooms above were little roomier than the lower ones, but wooden windows that could be opened were in two of then at the far end. Ths slope of the roof made part of the room good for only sleeping, but the first one immediatly to the right at the top of the stair had the advantage of a wall to the backside of the fireplace. thi s provided warmth in the wet and chill months, but was a bane in the hot summer months.
Along with the Inn, the stables were still standing, and now only stood due to the patchwork reinforcing that had been required over the 900 some years since.
The family that owned the land and the Inn lost most of what they had in their flight west, and upon their return in 1975 after the defeat of the Witch King, they had little but the remains of the buildings left. The Ferinee family had been around the parts for centuries, being descendants from the Dunlandish Hillmen folk that migrated there from the south in the Second Age. They, unlike most of their kin, didn't mind so much the coming of the Numenoreans as they saw it as a way to profit. the Ferinee elder secured the deed to the lands east and south of the road where he had built a smithy and sold goods, but the town of Bree was where the main economic activity became centered, and the Ferinee clan were left to make do. The Inn was built when tired travelers heading west would stop and ask for a place in the stall to rest, and so it was how the Inn got started.
Old Bear Ferinee is the current owner and innkeeper, and he and his wife and several of their mostly-grown children live in a newer add-on built in back of the Inn. The kids help out, but dream of going places, for they are always hearing tales from travelers. Of the Ferinee clan nowadays it is hard to say if they're more like the Bree-folk, or the wild Hillmen of Rhuadur, or of the Dunlandings to the south. For the years have mixed their blood, with some Dúnedain in that mixture here and there, and their looks and demeanor varies alot. The number of children born to the Ferinee clan through the years was sometimes due to promiscuity of the daughters and the waywardness of the sons, and through the years, though the Inn was still in the original family, it was not necessarily passed to the eldest son as was custom with the Dúnedain. Many a daughter had inherited it through the years, and now Bear had it.
Bear was a friendly enough fellow, but he was a stickler about getting paid. His wife Cammy was sweet and friendly, but could cut loose a line of curses at Bear or one of the kids if something didn't get done proper. Bear insisted customers pay up front, especially as not many folks pass through these days. He wiped the bar off as he listened to the rainfall outside.
~The Scrolls of the Dúnedain and the Histories of the Elves,
Hobbits, Dwarves, & Men of Gondor and Rohan have these
events documented for this time~
Bilbo is a lad who turns 14 later this year, living at home with his folks, Bungo and Belladona. Gerontius, 'The Old Took' - is still living. Aragorn's great-grandfather, Argonui, is chieftain of the Dunedain. His grandson, Arathorn, is a young man - but Gilraen hasn't been born. Thorin and his people are still living in The Blue Mountains - and Smaug still broods over the treasure of Erebor. To the south, Turin II is Ruling Steward of Gondor, and Fengel has just become King of Rohan. The 'Fell Winter' was yet to come and Tharbad hasn't yet been flooded and the bridge destroyed, but Tharbad is nearly deserted anyway. There's 'trouble' with orcs, wolves and trolls from time to time, and rumors of things even worse in Mirkwood beyond the Misty Mountains. Some still talk about Elrond at his place of Rivendell, away east - but not many seem to know exactly how to get there - and the Elves, or others who might seem to know - they just won't say very much about it.
This RP is strictly Middle Earth time period based and within the realm of the histories before the War of the Ring. So no magic dragons or such, or relations to anyone "famous". Afterall there were alot of happenings that were not spoken of. Rating is a "heavy R" meaning the wild stuff is ok, but not the full on descriptions... you know what I mean. ;)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~
It was Early spring of the year of the Stewards Reckoning of 2904 of the Third age. The Forsaken Inn had stood beside the road east out of Bree for years uncounted. It was known that it was sacked and burned during the war that brought down the kingdom in 1974, but it was not a total loss since the armies of the Witch King that flanked this far south did not do a good job in their arson. That and the fact the fall rains had started early and the timbers were wet and dank, and it was raining still when the fires were set, Damage was pretty much confined to the interior and was smoke in nature for the most part. The Inn itself seemed to weather well since though, ironicly from the fact the fire set to destroy it only served to heat the wood and boil the pitch some, causing it to preserve the woods integrety. But the fire-darkened wood spoke of its history. It had a dozen rooms, six small windowless groundfloor rooms that held a straw mat and a rickety table anc chair. They were three to each side of a dim, narrow hall that ran back from the left corner of the large stone fireplace. Just inside the hall to the left, a narrow gap led up an open stair that curved hard left in a spiral over the common room and back by the stone fireplace to an upper hall. The six rooms above were little roomier than the lower ones, but wooden windows that could be opened were in two of then at the far end. Ths slope of the roof made part of the room good for only sleeping, but the first one immediatly to the right at the top of the stair had the advantage of a wall to the backside of the fireplace. thi s provided warmth in the wet and chill months, but was a bane in the hot summer months.
Along with the Inn, the stables were still standing, and now only stood due to the patchwork reinforcing that had been required over the 900 some years since.
The family that owned the land and the Inn lost most of what they had in their flight west, and upon their return in 1975 after the defeat of the Witch King, they had little but the remains of the buildings left. The Ferinee family had been around the parts for centuries, being descendants from the Dunlandish Hillmen folk that migrated there from the south in the Second Age. They, unlike most of their kin, didn't mind so much the coming of the Numenoreans as they saw it as a way to profit. the Ferinee elder secured the deed to the lands east and south of the road where he had built a smithy and sold goods, but the town of Bree was where the main economic activity became centered, and the Ferinee clan were left to make do. The Inn was built when tired travelers heading west would stop and ask for a place in the stall to rest, and so it was how the Inn got started.
Old Bear Ferinee is the current owner and innkeeper, and he and his wife and several of their mostly-grown children live in a newer add-on built in back of the Inn. The kids help out, but dream of going places, for they are always hearing tales from travelers. Of the Ferinee clan nowadays it is hard to say if they're more like the Bree-folk, or the wild Hillmen of Rhuadur, or of the Dunlandings to the south. For the years have mixed their blood, with some Dúnedain in that mixture here and there, and their looks and demeanor varies alot. The number of children born to the Ferinee clan through the years was sometimes due to promiscuity of the daughters and the waywardness of the sons, and through the years, though the Inn was still in the original family, it was not necessarily passed to the eldest son as was custom with the Dúnedain. Many a daughter had inherited it through the years, and now Bear had it.
Bear was a friendly enough fellow, but he was a stickler about getting paid. His wife Cammy was sweet and friendly, but could cut loose a line of curses at Bear or one of the kids if something didn't get done proper. Bear insisted customers pay up front, especially as not many folks pass through these days. He wiped the bar off as he listened to the rainfall outside.