a long expected party
sure, it starts innocently enough...
you're comfortable in the burrow when a dozen old, short men with grizzled beards lumber into and take over your dining room...singing outrageous songs, drinking your best port, smoking your finest pipe tobacco, and worst of all, breaking your dinnerware. one lucky thirteen later, and its off on a quest with barely your funereal expenses guaranteed.
before you know it, spiders, moon runes, dragons, and evil rings of power inscribed with the black speech are causing you massive panic attacks (massive as they can be in someone less than or equal to the height of robert reich) and even more massive buffeting of your stomach against your cowardly running legs.
what ever is a hobbit to do, especially w/o a wizard around?
you're comfortable in the burrow when a dozen old, short men with grizzled beards lumber into and take over your dining room...singing outrageous songs, drinking your best port, smoking your finest pipe tobacco, and worst of all, breaking your dinnerware. one lucky thirteen later, and its off on a quest with barely your funereal expenses guaranteed.
before you know it, spiders, moon runes, dragons, and evil rings of power inscribed with the black speech are causing you massive panic attacks (massive as they can be in someone less than or equal to the height of robert reich) and even more massive buffeting of your stomach against your cowardly running legs.
what ever is a hobbit to do, especially w/o a wizard around?