Enter a Noldo. He was harmlessly wandering, but evidently he shouldn't have made that left turn at Albucercë, and now he seems to be rather lost

He's just going to make his way up to the Mansion, then, and see what this is all about.

Typist: We haven't had a new Elf in almost two whole weeks-- we're slipping, people! Meet Edrahil, not actually a ( Read more... )

I'd like to let the community know that my son, Isildur, and I have finished our house. We're inviting anyone who wants to come by to visit or wish us well. There will be refreshments and entertainment (if you don't mind me singing that is).

All are welcome!

typist: Technically open to all, but we'd appreciate no trouble-makers, since this is ( Read more... )

Ahoy, me mateys. It be International Talk Like a Pirate Day, 'least in me typist's timezone. Today, ye load of bilge-sucking landlubbers'll have to speak in the most outrageous impression of a pirate that ye can. Savvy?

And if'n ye refuse -- ye'll have to walk the plank. Or be crackplotted into it.

Arrrr.

Typist: What he said. :) If your ( Read more... )

Enter an Elf, singing. He is tall, black-haired, gray-eyed, pointy-eared and ridiculously pretty - nothing too remarkable, in other words. His voice, though, is lovely even by the high standards of the Elves ( Read more... )

Pussy Braden is sitting behind a table, hands folded, looking quite prim. On the table is a large sign that reads "PATRICK 'PUSSY' BRADEN!"My darlings, it's come to my attention that a lot of people here have never met a transvestite. I, Pussy Braden, Lurex Avenger and Transvestite Prostitute Extraordinaire, am here to fix that! Come introduce ( Read more... )

Someone passing through the mansion might find a strikingly beautiful--and voluptuous--woman leaning against one of the doorways, glancing from beneath her eyelashes in a decidedly seductive fashion ( Read more... )

*he walks in, surveying his surroundings suspiciously. His hand rests on the handle of his axe, ready to draw the weapon if the situation becomes dangerous*

I am Gimli, son of Gloin. What is this place, and how did I come to be here?

Typist: I fail at Tolkien, but all the same, here's Gimli. Because axes are shiiiny!

typist: yes, I'm weak. Elendil wanted to see his friend and ally. So he came back. Thank Eru LJ hadn't purged his journal yet.

*stomps back into the mansion*

*looks around and shakes head*

Good to see some things never change.

*enters and looks around, a tad nervously ( Read more... )

In the spirit of encouraging more interaction and in the tradition of the auctions of dates with others we've had here is a post for bidding on a 'servant for a day' or, if you prefer, a 'friend for a day'. Either way you get to spend some time with another character here at DF (people you rarely talk to is encouraged for variety!). Once it's ( Read more... )