He comes, his mount fully loaded with scavenged goods and remnants of food - his clothes are ripped, his arms are bloodied but whole, his eyes are full of simmering fury.  At his side, the trusty sword, clean and well furbished, the golden hilt gleaming in the sun’s last rays. On his back, the arrows and the bow, ready to be taken.

The battle ( Read more... )

We're leaving, conspicuously discarded, a long, cylindrical thingummy with a number of levers and handles; something resembling the butt of a rifle at one end and a narrow hole in the other. Should the levers, notably the trigger-shaped one, be pulled, nothing much will happen -- unless it's being pointed at someone else. In which case that someone ( Read more... )

There are wolves in the forest, and they are not Mabon's. And they have damaged something of Mabon's ( Read more... )

This morning there seems to be another new arrival, coming striding out of the woods holding a sword and looking fairly ticked off. He opens his mouth to say something, but the cry dies as he stares at the Mansion. Back at the woods, then at the Mansion again, an expression of "where the hell am I?" beginning to dawn on his face. The new arrival is ( Read more... )

After the sheer creepiness that was that storm a few days ago, Palomides feels as though everyone's spirits need a bit of lifting. Ergo, he has made another sign!

A GRAND HUNT

Pursuit of the wild boar!

To take place TOMORROW, in the forest. Please assemble at NOON. Bring your own HORSE or HOUND or HORN or BANNER.

Ladies welcome.There are ( Read more... )

There are glasses of wine in the main hall, arranged upon a table as though prepared for a feast. A large glass bowl stands in the center, full of wine, festive grapevines wound around it ( Read more... )

The Elvish invasion continues, now in the form of a dark haired elf standing outside the mansion, looking very confused. He's obviously just come from battle, he's still dressed in armor, streaked with sweat and dirt and soot and blood. It's mostly not his. One hand rests on the sword at his hip, but it remains sheathed for now. His past few ( Read more... )

There may be a boat, on the lake, very early this morning.

On this boat, there may be a woman, beautiful, tall and proud, eyes clear as pond water, hair golden to match the Light of the Trees. She looks about, and her eyes fill with wonder and concern - this is not the Great River that leads to Osgiliath. This is not the way to Minas Tirith - ( Read more... )

For simplicity's sake, let's say it's evening. The sun's just started to go down -- and there's a mildly disoriented gorgeous redhead at the door to the Mansion, clad in jeans and a t-shirt, for the moment. She double-takes a bit, shakes her head, and looks around, finally giving a shrug. "Wow. Well, this definitely isn't my apartment. But it ( Read more... )

So: an elf. As far as he knows, he's never been here before; as far as he knows, he was a talking pile of ash scant minutes ago. As far as he knows, he's in the afterlife, and--

"This is -- really -- not what I was led to believe it was like."

Um. Hi! Angrod son of Finarfin, courtesy the Silmarillion, reintro'd and reset after, what, the better ( Read more... )