The Silver Dragon

[Morwen]

*Morwen laughs to herself as she hears Ciryaher's roar blast through the Silver Dragon. She mounts her horse and goes for a little jaunt through the woods.*

[Nimawae's hope]

*At the terrific crash below, Nimawae jumped.*
"Come Valar, or they may kill each other. We certainly would not want to be the only living ones left in the Silver Dragon."
*She takes his hand to get him to come with her.*

[Glory]

keeps drinkin not payinattentio to the fight

[Valar]

*Takes Nimawaes hand and runs outside with her. They stop under tree laughing at the ruckus inside, they hear Cirs rantings and giggle more. He looks up into her eyes and a warmth spread into his body. They sit beneath the tree and stare are the stars above.*

[Ecthelion]

OOC:Jeez you don't have to get that mad.....
IC:Nain comes riding up throws his glass at
Ciyraher and throws a bottle of tic-tac's at
Kementari and yells
"You might wanna use those the next time
you kiss someone!"
Nain then quickly rides away..........
:D :D :D :D

[Elbereth]

<Elbereth looks around the Silver Dragon in dismay.> :confused: :mad:

Two windows are broken and shards of glass are scattered across the floor...beer bottles and broken liquior glasses litter the sticky wet tables and floor...four chairs are upturned and the Nain's table is split in two.

<Elbereth takes another shot of tequila to calm her shaken nerves>

Then with a wave of her hand the mess from the nasty fight disapears... the table and two windows are repaired...and all is set in its place.

"There that's better.", Elbereth says with a satisfied grin on her face. ;)

[Aerin]

Sheesh! Such violence! :D
Nain, that was horrible what you did. On the other hand, Ciryaher didn't have to respond *quite* so violently...:D

*Aerin continues drinking her apple cider, wondering when a knight of chivalry will come and take her away from the rude crowd she is currently keeping company with.* ;)

[Ciryaher]

*Ciryaher picks up the container and flings it out the window and turns to the dazed bartender*

Keep that cretin out of my sight and I'll settle down.

[korhall]

korhall, seeing a woman in need of removal from a rude crowd not befitting a woman of her standing, walks up to her and asks her if she would like to accompany him to the theater later that night.

[Kementari]

OOC: PPPHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!

[korhall]

OOC: *whack* slaps Kementari for the rasberry

[Ecthelion]

OOC:Go Korhall!!!!!!!!!

[Talierin]

*Thunders into the inn and whacks every single one of them with the Stick of Moderation and her Gullwhacker. STOP IT CHILDREN!!!*

[Dain Ironfoot]

I will kindly ask cir to please leave the silver dragon untill you can controle your anger!!!

[Elbereth]

Elbereth chuckles to self as Talierin smacks everyone with the stick of moderation!:D :D

[Ciryaher]

*grabs korhall by the throat and growls at him*

Here's your ticket.

*flings korhall out one of the few unbroken windows*

Any further posts which involve crudeness towards ANY lady will be promptly edited or deleted at my discretion.

[Talierin]

*Elbereth quits laughing when stick flies at her*

[Elbereth]

"Darn it Ciryaher! I just fixed that window!!!"

<Then without looking Elbereth sweeps hand in the window's direction and the window is restored.>

[Elbereth]

Then turning to Talierin...she flashes a dirty look.

"Don't point your stick at me, silly moderator or you'll be messing with the wrong Valier! I don't take kindly to idle threats!"

[Talierin]

*Just for that, Tal's Gullwhacker hits her square on the cheek.*

[Ciryaher]

CAT FIGHT!

*dives behind the bar to avoid claws*

[Elbereth]

Summoning all the powers of the Valier to her...Elbereth turns the Silver Dragon to a swirliing tornado....and Tal is swung in the air, twirling around and around at ferocious speeds.

"Help! Help!!!" Talierin yells and begins crying like a baby.

Then the floor opens up and below is a deep dark pit...and Talierin is thrown helpless into the blackness.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! HELLLLPPPPPP!!!!!!!" Talierin yells.

And then Tal open her eyes.

The Silver Dragon is back to normal. Tal is sweaty and shaking from fear.

"I don't take kindly to your violence, but I am a pacifist...I don't like to cause harm if I can help it...I hope you have learned your lesson!!!"

[Ecthelion]

OOC:Ever since I got in that fight with Ciy
this place has become a mad house!

[Ciryaher]

*whispers to Nain*

Some people just don't know when to stop...

*winks and grins*

[Eomer Dinmention]

Originally posted by Talierin
*Thunders into the inn and whacks every single one of them with the Stick of Moderation and her Gullwhacker. STOP IT CHILDREN!!!*

Children lol alot of people are older then you lol heheheh.

*Eomer sits in the corner watching everyone acting like 4 year olds
He then gets up and talks to Cir out loud

"Ciryaher Hyarmendacil III Emperor of Arnor. I King Eomer of Rohan officially give back the Palantir of Amon Sul the Second Arnorian Stone back to you. I find it wise not to use it for myself so i thought i would give it back to its original owner so here you go."
*Eomer takes the Palantir out of his bag and hands it to Cir
"Can you take it now its pretty heavy lol"

[Dain Ironfoot]

All people that continue will be asked to leave at once!!!!

[korhall]

staggers back in and asks "what crudeness toward women?, i was respectful and honest." walks over and turns Ciryaher into a badger. why did you do that?

[Talierin]

*Tal takes the Great Eraser and wipes out all that Elbereth did, so that it never happened. Then using her powers of Green, she turns the land beneath the Silver Dragon into a mud hole, so that eventually it will sink away. "Serves this place right," she mutters.*

[¤-Elessar-¤]

*mutters something about ciryaher having a palantir

Elessar gets up and climbs through a broken window. "I know I told someone to remove all sharp objects from under the windows, and NOONE DID IT," he screamed, while pulling a pitchfork out of his hindparts.

By the way, Ciryaher, why did you throw me out of a window, I didn't do anything, And truth be told I really didn't think Nain would do anything...this place hasn't been that active since I did that...

[Glory]

*Looks around and sighs* well seem like everybody in here it is mad...

[Snaga]

* Flings door open, stomps in knocking over tables and chairs. Goes to bar and glares *

Oi give me a quart of orc-draught now, ape! And what are you lot looking at!

[Glory]

*raises an eyebrow at snaga then she turns and keep drinking of her drink*

[Nimawae's hope]

*Sitting beside Valar, Nimawae looks back towards the inn after Tal curses it.*
"Well, that isn't very nice," she muttered to herself. Then with a few brief words, she restored it to its natural state. "There it shouldn't sink now. Tal should learn to control her temper, after all, she is a very powerful woman."
*Turning back to Valar she spoke to him.* "Valar, shouldn't be go back in and try to restore the peace? Everyone seems to get riled up everytime they try to fix the situation."

[Talierin]

*Tal feels her handiwork being undo by someone, and turns to face the inn. She crosses her arms, a hand on each elbow, and nods her head while blinking hard once, I Dream of Jeannie-style. Soon there are ominous bubbling sounds coming from under the inn. She smirks, and then starts laughing as she rides off, leaving the inn to its deadly fate.*

[Ciryaher]

*Ciryaher thanks Eomer*

Thank you, Lord Eomer. It is both wise and generous of you to return such a mighty thing.

*turns to Elessar grinning*

Just a bit of fun, chum! *slaps Elessar on back* Sorry about that pitchfork, though.

*brings out the blazing sun to dry up the mud Tal created*

I'm sure we can get alond from now on...

*Gets his Big Stick ready, just in case...*

[Snaga]

* Leaps over bar, pours out orc draught for himself. Downs it one. Belches *

'Ha! Now we'll have some fun!'

* Forces open till with a crooked blade, grins nastily, and grabs the takings. Then leaps back over the bar to confront Glory and snarls *

'Move yer miserable eyebrow again and I'll cut it off.'

[Ecthelion]

Nain looks around at the madness and
sighs.Nain then asks the bartender
for a tequila(I'll try not to get drunk
this time guys.LOL.).

[Nimawae's hope]

*Nimawae sighs to herself.*
"I think we have a pirate on our hands now. Maybe he'll calm down if someone gives him a free drink of something..um..more..purifying than orc draughts. Say something like hard whiskey."

[Dain Ironfoot]

Wind starts to blow and Snaga is blown out of the silver dragon....

"don't come back, n'less you can behave!!"

[Nimawae's hope]

*Now perhaps the peace is restored, thought Nimawae with relief."

"AHHH. Silence sounds wonderful!"

[Morwen]

*"I wouldn't count on that, Nimawae" says Morwen, sauntering back into the inn. "Hey, what did you do with my troll?" she asks Dain.

Steaming, she takes a seat in a corner and watches Ciryaher and Elessar with amusement. She laughs and creates, with her I-have-lots-now! magic, a tiny fire ball and launches it at the silly males. She turns around quickly and puts on an innocent look.*

[Snaga]

* Snaga laughs as his little brother Snagga gets blown out of the door *

'Now who mentioned a free whiskey? And does anyone know any good songs?'

[korhall]

korhall walks back to the bar and asks for an ale.

[Aerin]

OOC: Ciryaher, I don't think Korhall meant to be rude....

Note: For all of you who are thinking of messing with Talierin, please keep in mind that you can't really "outfight" her...:D (I know, because I've tried!)

IC: *Aerin, laughing at Morwen's trick, goes over and sits by her. They start discussing just how complicated and annoying men can be...*

[korhall]

i am rarely rude to women, especialy ones who i like (as a friend)

[Kementari]

Alight, i forgive Korhall. But im still mad at Elessar

*sighs*
*lays her head on Cirs shoulder* Were both going to have to learn to control our tempers,hehe

[Ciryaher]

*smiles at Kem*

Ah drat...you people and your fireballs just have to keep ruining my prospects for a goatee! ;)

[Nimawae's hope]

OOC: HEHEHEHE!!! Are you even old enough to grow a goatee Cir!!!:D


*Nimawae continues to stand and wait for Valar to answer, wondering why he is staring at her.*

[Glory]

Originally posted by snaga1
* Leaps over bar, pours out orc draught for himself. Downs it one. Belches *

'Ha! Now we'll have some fun!'

* Forces open till with a crooked blade, grins nastily, and grabs the takings. Then leaps back over the bar to confront Glory and snarls *

'Move yer miserable eyebrow again and I'll cut it off.'
*smiles* there was no need to be so rude or even to threaten to me...
nevermind
take this *gives to snaga1 a whiskey* seem to me that you like it.

[LOTRF]

*looks at LOTRF* Outside well what bring you here?

Oh nothing just walking around and tought I'd stop in but now I think i am going to leave it is much to violint in here and I need some peace abd quite. Good-bye but i will be back soon.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Elessar pulls out his sword, the ancient blade resists the fireball aimed at him and it roars back tward Morwen, she had turned around. She didn't hear the roar due to the increasingly loud comotion in the dragon, and didn't even know about the fireball until she felt her hair begin to singe.

[Ciryaher]

Ahahah! *shakes his finger at Elessar*

Be nice to the ladies!

*turns to Nimawae and glares*

Yes, I am old enough to have a goatee. I've had all my facial hair burned off several times, so that might have a tiny bit to do with the slowness at which it now grows.

[Tar-Ancalime]

*stares in awe at the utter insanity and stupidy of the dragon*

[Ciryaher]

*stares in awe of the utter irony of what was just said, especially considering who said it*

[Tar-Ancalime]

:p

*Ciryaher adds his own touch to make this post follow the guidlines of NOT being a mere smiley or single word post*

[Morwen]

*Morwen brushes away the harmless fire ball with a sweep of her hand and glares at Elessar intently. "You should not have done that..." she replies coldly. She summons her troll and speaks lightly in its ear.
Fifteen minutes later the troll is atop Elessar playing fondly with his hair. Unfortunately, she had quite a few beans this day and cut the cheese with a mighty roar.
Morwen sits back happy at her indcredible prowess at making foes suffer.*

[Tar-Ancalime]

:p :p *tar complies with the stick of moderation*

[Dain Ironfoot]

"IF YOU ALL CAN NOT GET ALONG, THEN I WILL BE FORCED TO SUMMON A FIRE DRAKE THE SIZE OF YOUR EGO MORWEN!!!!"

[Galan`Black]

Lets see here....*calculates* You would burn down the whole inn Dain.
Don't use your magic to control others. They just get mad at your or seem to decieve you as a weak wizard. Which you are not.

[Talierin]

*The bubbling sounds, which were not fixed by Cir's sun, get louder and louder, and the inn starts shaking. Plates start falling, and soon people are having troubles standing. Tal turns around, and seeing the ground shaking, she waves her hand in a gesture, and everyone she likes that's still in the inn suddenly appears near her. They turn to the inn, just in time to see a huge spout of jet-powered water shoot out right where the inn is/was. At the very top of the spout, everyone who was magically transported out of the inn can see the tiny screaming figure of Elbereth held aloft by the water. The other people who were in the inn can be seen spewing out of the giant fountain, to fall on the soaked ground. "HAHAHA!!!!! Enough of that ridiculous place and people!" Tal laughs and shouts as she rides off for Rhun.*

[Dain Ironfoot]

ok..... that was... um.... yah.... ok.. Dain reverses what tal just did because she was using her powers unwisly, and ruined my bar. I did nothing to her, but she still felt that she had to ruin my bar..... Well people welcome to the new SILVER DRAGON.

[Talierin]

HEY!!!!! I don't think wizards should be able to reverse the powers of other wizards! ESPECIALLY if they don't have the same powers!

If you want it back, figure out a more imaginative way of rebuilding it than just reversing what I did!

[Morwen]

*Morwen giggles at Tal's wonderful show and shouts to Dain thus: "Any fire drake you would summon would not be strong enough to defeat me! I've many friends in high places and I fear not anything you would throw at me!"*

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Elessar complies to play with Morwen's troll, but when the beans begin to kick in elessar shoves a nice sized ball of molten metal up the...rear...of the monster. It solidifies and now the troll has a perminant problem with constapation. Elessar gets up, sneeks over to morwen, and cuts off a lock of her hair, setting it afalme before dropping it into a glass of wiskey, which burnes, fire in a mug.

[Talierin]

*Elessar seems to forget he's lying, soaked and knocked out, on on the remains of the Silver Dragon.....*

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Oh, quite sorry, Tal. I am not in the custom of reading your annoying water posts. Anyways:

"Elessar swims through the remains of the now sunken Silver Dragon. He curses tar and procedes to find Bill. He puts a lightness on Bill's shoes, so that he rides faster even than the great steeds of rohan. Elessar catches up to Tal near to the Anduin, there, on a cliff overseeing a valley below, Elessar points his fingers at Tal, whom is riding on her horse. All of a sudden any and all metal parts of Tal's saddle dissapear, air fills their place. Tar's saddle slips off of her horse, and she falls to the muddy ground. She looks up to the cliff but sees only dust that has been kicked to the wind by Elessar's horse.

[Talierin]

OOC: Tal doesn't use a saddle, but I'll play along.

*Tal waves her hand in the general direction of the fleeing Elessar, and the ground opens up beneath his pony's feet. He falls, and the earth swallows him up. Tal smirks, and rides out of the valley.*

[Morwen]

*In wrathful anger, Morwen sends her most "lovable" troll after Elessar. "He will know what it means to shove a molten ball of metal up my poor troll's butt!"
The troll finds Elessar buried in the earth and!!!!!the lights go out.*

[Elbereth]

Realizing that the Silver Dragon has gotten completely out of hand, due to the drunk violent wizards...Elbereth exits stage left, taking Hempdread, the Rastafarian Ent dj from the Isle of Himling...and returns to the peace and beauty of the Blessed Realm of Aman.

"If anyone wants to escape the craziness of this place, you are welcome to come to Taniquetil. But before I leave,A ROUND OF DRINKS ARE ON ME!!!"

[Ciryaher]

*sits down on the rubble and finishes the ale he saved from the rampant destruction*

You should all be ashamed of yourselves!

*nods to himself and finishes his ale*

[Eomer Dinmention]

Control yourselves fools. I'm going to the festival. When things are better like the old times then i will come back.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer gets up.
"You know what we should do. We should make a toast"
*Eomer hold his cup up

" TO the Whiterider for giving us the Silver Dragon for us to stay and eat and drink. Alot of good things have happened in here and if it wasn't for Whiterider it would have never happened. SO TO Whiterider where ever he is then may he be safe and happy"

[¤-Elessar-¤]

A- Tal doesnt have that kind of power, the only time I can remember that happening was when the Valar destroyed Ar-Pharazon(sp).
Elessar, now walking beside the exausted form of Bill, sees the troll coming up, he is tired of entertaining Morwen's increasingly stupid bunch of friends, and pulls out a small white stone and a dagger. He taps the dagger to the stone, the stone explodes and turns into Ainar, and the reincarnated form of Gothmog gives the troll a good spanking.

[Glory]

*wakes up and looks at the remains of the place* well i'll try to rebuilt it magically but I'll need a good rest after that *mutters some words* ((If the spell works let me know))

[Morwen]

OOC: If you think my friends are stupid, Elessar, then I shall find some more "intelligent" friends to greet you. I think you would not wish that.

*Morwen stands sadly, looking at the ruins of the Silver Dragon. Looking around first to make sure all eyes are away, she begins a spell to add to Glory's. Her body is outlined in dazzling white and the wind blasts wildly at her glowing form.
A mist suddenly covers the Dragon and the creak of boards could be heard coming from within.
The mist suddenly recedes and the Silver Dragon is again rebuilt. Morwen collapses to the earth and lies there for a time trying to regain her strength.*

[Valar]

*Valar looks a Nimawae, smiles then takes her by the hand and walks into the new dragon.*
"Well that was all a fuss over nothing."

[Snaga]

* Snaga sneers and says:

'Pah, foul cess-pool of a pub didn't deserve rebuilding. I couldn't stomach that place twice, especially with all these accursed wizardlings about. I'm off.'

* Whistles to Iron Tooth, and jumps on the back of the wolf. And as he rides off towards the mountains, he throws his empty glass against the door where it shatters creating a hazard for any bare-footed hobbit that might pass. The shards glimmer faintly in the moonlight. Twinkle twinkle. *

[¤-Elessar-¤]

OOC: Only stupid enough to challenge me. Maybe next time you will send a worthy opponent, then maybe we could dance the dance of death.

[Nimawae's hope]

OOC: AWWWW! Come on Tal! Won't you please let us rebuild this place, so life can get on as normal. I'm really getting sick of all this power display stuff! Oh, yeah, and Valar! Idon't think anyone has allowed this place to be built up again!


*Nimawae looks at the pile of rubble and sighs.*
"I guess I'll be sleeping under the stars again tonight. Oh, I wish it wasn't so cold!"
*She then looked at Valar, and spoke to him.*
"Perhaps if the warmongers in this place would leave, we would be able to restore the Silver Dragon to its original reasonablypeaceful state. I have seen enough blood and violence to last me into eternity."

[Valar]

Then i have one thing to say......DOH

*Takes Nimawae's hand and says"Let us not worry about this place for a while, shall we go and have a quiet drink at the festival of Taniquetil?"

[Nimawae's hope]

*Nimawae looks a little confused.*
"Um..maybe..but where is it located? And what is the festival about." Sighs. "I certainly could use a change. Violence follows me wherever I go."
*Takes Valar's hand,and smiles.*
"Alright, but you will have to show me where to go."

[Valar]

Its in the prancing pony the thread is called Festival Time at Taniquetil. See you there.

[Ciryaher]

*Cir's eyes light up for a moment when Elessar requests a more worthy opponent, but decides to remain seated*

Indeed. We don't need any more spellflingers shooting their mana off all over the place. Sit round, have a drink, and enjoy yourselves....while you can.

*returns his attention to a few small scrolls and finishes his ale*

[Morwen]

*Morwen trudges in, depressed, and sits down, exhausted from the trials of the day. She looks at Ciryaher and notes the light in his eyes. "He's mine, Ciryaher! If he wants a worthy opponent he has but to come to me. But I'm tired and will do no more magic till Must desires it" she spoke softly.
She closes her eyes and falls into a deep sleep.*

[Glory]

*covers morwen with a blanket and then she goes out with her stuff she must continue travelling*

[Talierin]

I never said you couldn't rebuild it, just no wizard should be able to undo what another wizard of a different color has done. Rebuild it if you like, I don't care. Just don't "reverse" what I did.

I think that it is time for a new inn...

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Morwen, Ha! There are but two individuals that are a match for me in battle, and they are lords Ciryaher and Goroth, do not make me laugh against petty threats.

[Morwen]

Petty they are not, Elessar. Ask even the lord Ciryaher, and I'm sure he will tell you that I am more than a match for you.

[Ciryaher]

Elessar... *rubs temples* I can see where this is going already...

[7doubles]

barkeep..can i get a snal pouch of southren star and a pint of proper 3020?

[Nimawae's hope]

Are you all STILL making threats!! Well, how about if a few of you put that energy into helping me rebuild this inn? I'm tired of looking at a pile of splinters!

[Dengen-Goroth]

How about we begin a new place, or rebuild. But this time no moe petty squables.

[7doubles]

that was a fine year for beer. i remeber now what was i oh ya nope!........barkeep lets have a song.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer laughs at Morwen and Ellesar argueing.

"Ellesar from experiance Morwen is strong hearted lady. She can do anything if she puts her head to it. Never under estimate the power of women and expecially Morwen.I think she is an worthy apponent.

Though for myself i can never hurt a lady. Being Chinese i was tought never to hurt a lady you just have to take what they do to you(I can't do anything about it). You cant even block. If your chinese and you hit a lady then like you considered that your not Asian":(

[Valar]

"Hey Eomer, can i get you a drink. The new house is great, you rohirrim's really build beautiful places."

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Ha! Well, Eomer, I am true blood southern. And down here we have a few different rules.

Morwen- Dont make me laugh, you have yet to RP with me, and I doubt that you have the calibur to compete with me.

[7doubles]

barkeep you got any miruvor? oh my aken head...blaaaaaa.

[Eomer Dinmention]

HA lol Ellesar

If you take on Morwen theres a pretty good chance you mught lose and a 50% you will win. IF you lose you know that your just going to embarrase yourself. It will be stuck with you forever.



Valar: If you want. Though it is i who should and it is We the Rohirrim

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Eomer, I am not just having the best week, leave me the hell alone before I explode on the net too.

[Eomer Dinmention]

OK then Ellesar.

*Eomer walks out of the inn. And heads for that New inn that Tal made

[Glory]

*walks inside*

[7doubles]

7doubles drifts through the window like a cloud of smoke....harken ye elves and rangers of goodness i bring you a warning from my master "doom you have brought to this land. my leigons shall grind you into the dust so drink and be merry for it shall soon be your last."
....in a flash 7doubles vanishes.
for long moment not a breath was heard or sound was made.

[Glory]

*smiles withouth worry about what 7doubles have said* I knew that even before this happened....

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher and two other men walk around surveying the ruins of the inn, and tack a small notice to a standing post:


~From his Imperial Majesty

This building hath been declared condemned, and shall be closed for ever more upon the morrow.

[Dengen-Goroth]

So is the end of an era. Let us pause to reflect on all that has happened here. The Celebrations, the mishaps, the tribulations. What ends here is something which was beautiful once, torn asunder into the fiery pits of malice. What woe indeed. Always Remember The Pony my friends, for all that it gave us.

[Eomer Dinmention]

Yes let us remember what it has given us. It has given us peace and sometimes hatred

[Kementari]

*sniffle* Namarie, manafarne!

[Ciryaher]

The sky begins to swirl, and the ruins of the Silver Dragon are enveloped in shadows, and when the darkness passes, the Inn is no longer there...