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oldschoolfrp · 3 months
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Saruman the White ponders his palantír. "You are the trusted apprentice to one of the greatest Wizards in all Middle-earth" in A Spy in Isengard (Angus McBride cover art for Middle-earth Quest gamebook #1 by Terry K Amthor, Iron Crown Enterprises, 1988). McBride has been memed more than once.
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pushing500 · 4 months
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Vasso's expertise is in hacking, so he was pretty confident that this quest would be easy-peasy.
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Beep boop, beep boop, hacking away~
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Toldja he could do it. No raids in sight and one step closer to Vh'ozhi's Claw (our relic)!
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Vasso immediately celebrated this victory by teaching Bella about medicine, which he's pretty good at thanks to the generous aid of some prisoners he's practiced on. Not sure how good his bedside manner is, but that's not too important in this colony so it should be fine.
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Bold of Socks to try flirting in this situation. I think she probably needs to learn how to read the room a little better. 😳
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crossoverquest · 4 months
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Alastor: I heard that if you drink blood from a Nighlok, you’ll get special powers.
Blitzo: I drank from a puddle of Mooger blood after a bounty hunt once, and all it did was make me soil myself.
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loremastering · 15 days
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Mûmak! Mûmak! May the Valar save us all and turn his path!
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what would Ashley do if she was in the hobbit or lord of the rings verse ?
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(Cue binge-watching the extended edition LOTR/The Hobbit while rifling through the Silmarillion like I'm possessed)
Me dragging Ashlyn into this world like:
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Okay, so let's say Ashlyn is just minding her own business. Just walking through her house one morning, and then what do you know, when she turns a corner in the hallway, all of a sudden she's in a dark forest that looks nothing like the one outside her window.
She stands there for a moment. Just taking it in.
The tree roots twisting out of the earth, thicker than her in some places, the eerie silence but for branches cracking under the stress of the wind, and dry leaves shuffling about. And the smell; something sharp and pungent. Like compost and yeast mixed together.
This is not the woods of her home. This is a forest tinged with something other.
In fact, it's Mirkwood.
But she doesn't figure that out until a little later. Not until she trips on an ever-so-thin gossamer thread and alerts the predators hiding above of a new meal. And as she runs, having flashbacks to a robotic drider as this new monster hisses and gnashes its fangs, Ashlyn doesn't have time to take in any information about this new world. Not of the spider's growingly descriptive screeches. Not of how dying brown leaves are turning a fresh green, and most certainly not the wiz of arrows flying overhead as she ducks and slides between tree roots. It doesn't even hit as Ashlyn accidentally tackles one of her would-be saviors and is met with the pointed-eared edition of Orlando Bloom.
It really only hits once she's been dragged before Thranduil's throne and a very annoyed Elf-King wants to know how a human wandered into the heart of the forest without being seen.
Ashlyn, still working through her minor shock of the situation remains silent and unblinking. She. Just. Stares. Of course, Thranduil being a drama queen at heart, is naturally offended at being ignored.
"Do you still have your tongue, child? Or are rendered mute by your own stupidity?" "Well, clearly being incapable of speech wouldn't have much bearing on intelligence if you're concerned about me undermining your security... unless you had low expectations for your own systems, which would be understandable considering you have spider demons nesting at the heart of your lands."
Tauriel choking back a laugh does not help the situation. Unluckily, the sass is unappreciated and a trip to the dungeons is promptly arranged.
"WAIT! What about a trial? I HAVE RIGHTS!"
Fortunately, the continued sass seems to solidify Ashlyn's growing reputation as a fool regardless of her questionable origins. This is useful. Fun Fact: Not even elves think to look up, and a dungeon carved into rock and spotted with plant growth has so many handholds.
Ashlyn books it immediately, taking a page out of Bilbo's book and dropping out via the underground river.
Following said river, she eventually makes it to Lake Town. The sight of a shivering woman, thankfully, plucks at the honorable Bard's heartstrings, and he agrees to offer shelter for a night.
Ashlyn meanwhile is plotting. The world of Middle-Earth is so complex, so detailed, that there is no possible way so could ever hope to manipulate it. Not without a degree (in spirit or otherwise) in Tolkin. She can't even speak Elvish! It's a small mercy that the Common language appears to be English in the first place!
And so, eating a fishy stew, lamenting the absence of seasonings other than salt, Ashlyn's mind starts to turn. She doesn't know why or how she's here, let alone if there is a way to go back. What she does know is that Lake Town hasn't been burnt down, the Wood Elf King hasn't fixed the barrel-riding weak spot in his security, and that, yes, elf hair is gorgeous and she needs to find out what magical shampoo they're using.
Also, Gandalf should exist around here somewhere.
Gandalf.
The wizard might be able to help her, at the very least he would be a helpful ally, but Ashlyn doesn't know how she would be able to find him. She doesn't know much beyond the basics of Middle-Earth to begin with.
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But what if she could change that?
And as such, Ashlyn's quest begins. Roaming through the lands of Middle-Earth seeking knowledge of all kinds as well as a weird old grey man who's particularly talented at smoking. Preferably finding said old man before evil incarnate wakes up.
Cue the travel montage and shenanigans as this woman tries to find her way to the Shire, the one place she's sure the wizard will show up at eventually, only to end up virtually everywhere else.
A short detour to the Iron Hills and she learns that Gimli wasn't lying when he preached about dwarven hospitality. Dáin Iornfoot was an absolute hoot, and the food was delicious. One can never go wrong with meat on the menu. That and she managed to nab a few knives and forks before leaving. Very productive stay even if no grey-hatted man appeared.
Mordor? Why yes Boromir, one can walk into it quite easily when one doesn't use the gates and doesn't even know where they're walking in the first place. She managed to learn some orcish curses out of that excursion.
Beorn's farm was a nice surprise, the bear-man was a surprisingly good cook and was kind enough to offer directions.
Avoiding Gondor, Ashlyn did find herself roaming Rohan for a bit. Mucking out some stalls earned her some coin, as well as selling off some of the supplies Beorn gave her. The bear had a nose for quality honey. Fortunately, there is no Grima to tempt her ire, turns out the creep hasn't been born yet, so Ashlyn gets by relatively well. The riders find her ineptitude with horse riding to be simultaneously hilarious and pitiful. Its Rohan. The land of the Horse Lords Girls. They are teaching her how to ride a freaking horse. She takes the free lessons. Both in horse welfare and Rohirric.
 She also takes a horse, but that's another bit of business entirely.
Carrying on, Ashlyn wanders her way through Bree. One night she thinks she might see a bearded child roaming through the wilderness wailing, but the rangers she comes across laugh her concerns off.
She's repeatedly disappointed that none of them go by Strider.
As months go by, she gets a little bit more unhinged. Her hair is a bird nest that would make Radegast the Brown green in envy. Her concept of the timelines becomes more distorted, and a few travelers who come across her ranting to the stars spread rumors of an insane witch wandering the wilderness.
Her Gollum-like attitude towards books does not help this conception.
Gandalf is enjoying himself immensely at this turn of events. It's not every day one has a little fan so determinedly following him. Or one with quiet so interesting luck. He can see why Thranduil has reportedly banned a foul-mouthed and audacious woman-child from Greenwood.
Barely been here for a year and she's already making heads spin. It has been some time since a blessed of the Valar has walked, or skulked, through these lands. The presence of Estë and Lórien is strong with her. Healing and Visions. He can't help but wonder what in potential those two in particular see.
The wizard can't help but smile as he smokes on his pipe and listens to Saruman quake on about a book-stealing wraith that's been disrupting his usual merchant's business.
Perhaps he should introduce himself to the little shadow soon.
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queen-scribbles · 3 months
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Today's mood: basically rage-quit LOTRO bc after traveling allllll the way from the Deep-Way to Chamber of Crossroads to talk to Bosi AND THEN RIGHT STRAIGHT BACK(almost 2g in travel cost and a huge amount of time bc I only have the slower goat mount. to do a conversation. :))) ) to help Brogun, I can't do the skirmish bc I have to do the fucking tutorial first. 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 which will involve leaving and COMING BACK AGAIN
ALL THE WAY TO THE DEEP-WAYS
....I'm gonna go have lunch. And then play SWtOR.
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hwaitham · 3 months
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da hollow feeling in your chest after waking up frm a dream wher it feels like a lifetime spent in another world has passed within it . . . is almost debilitating ₍ᐢ ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ᐢ₎ dat yearning 2 go back n live it through once more is too strong ..
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oakenbranch · 5 days
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elishkaacademia · 1 year
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I am DONE with this world I am ment to be on a quest in Middle Earth, training to be a Jedi to protect the Republic , Running through the forests of Narnia!
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lotro-natevaelle · 2 years
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Quest: Lightning in a Bottle
When Merilien requested me to catch fireflies, I imagined areas glittering with its swarms of fireflies. But this is fine too. 🙂
Top to Bottom: (1) Red Fireflies in Rushock Bog, (2) Green Fireflies in Midgewater Marsh, (3) Blue Fireflies in Falathlorn, and (4) Purple Fireflies in Grimwater
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imakemywings · 2 years
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Think of what might have been. Dragon-fire and savage swords in Eriador! There might have been no Queen in Gondor. We might now only hope to return from victory here to ruin and ash. But that has been averted--because I met Thorin Oakenshield one evening on the edge of spring not far from Bree. A chance-meeting, as we say in Middle-earth.
Gandalf describes to Frodo his acquaintance with Thorin Oakenshield and Bilbo “The Quest of Erebor” Unfinished Tales of Numenor and Middle-earth J.R.R. Tolkien
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crossoverquest · 1 year
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Rusted Steeleto to Cure Custard, Cure Princess, Cure Troy, Ahim, Luka, Jayden, and Mike: My Moogers and I bring life and a terrible hunger to this world, but today, we bring you DEATH.
Jayden: I still remember the first time we met, so long ago.
Rusted Steeleto: I’ve learned much since then. I’ll show you, and you will know despair!
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fandomsarefamily1966 · 5 months
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Frodo, to Gollum: The Ring is taking me, and once it fully does, I may have to be killed. Y/N even knows that, and still she couldn't take a mortal life... She's a hero, you see. She's not like us.
Gollum: Us?
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Here is the finished piece for my TTRPG, demonstrating its 3-tier wound system that balances the need to keep HP loss deadly but has them able to keep adventuring. Artist: @sirindoodles
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queen-scribbles · 3 months
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I also think I may possibly have done something out of order for LOTRO. Since I jumped Hal to 95, and had no sense of when things are meant to be done(lmao) I may possibly have already done the sending off the Fellowship stuff that's supposed to come after you deal with Mordirith. >.> WHOOPS.
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