Post by OnyxBlade on Aug 14, 2007 9:25:25 GMT -5
Oh my my my... I've been tardy posting to this here journal. I'd left my writing implements in Thorin's Hall and was just now able to get back. Thorin's Hall is certainly magnificent, but it's just not home so I find I don't often get back to it. Which is why I've finally moved my stuff into Hobbiton. I made my last trip of stuff last night.
So... let me catch you up. I've moved my base of operations into my investigations up to Ost Guruth. I've been rotating around the western edge of the lone-lands. Finding and fighting corruption. There's a ranger at the foot of Weathertop that I'm having the same problems as Mr Bracegirdle.
I'm planning an excursion back to Bree to investigate some goings on in the Barrow Land. I could have sworn I'd taken care of the issues there, but the Bree-Land security forces haven't been keeping up with their patrols in the area. I'm a wonderin if some of my kinmates will want to come into the area with me and bring battle to the darkness. I'll check in with the kinship office momentarily to discuss.
After my trip from Thorin's Hall, I decided to practice my cooking. So, I whipped up some Apple pies and didn't feel I could learn anything else. So I spoke with the expert cook that was standing around yabbering away to a couple of wee hobbits kissing under the tree. What is it with youngins these days? Back when I was a littl'un, my father woulda hung me up by my little beard if he caught me kissin a lass before we were bethrothed!
She told me she didn't have the know-how I did and that I should talk to a plump little hobbit in the corner. I saunter over and spent several hours chatting away with this pleasant little fellow. We get to chatting about how I've heard he's one of the finest cooks in the Shire and I be a wonderin if he might take me under his wings, and he agrees on one condition.
"I have a hankerin for some boar" he says. I pull out a roasted pork, warm it over a campfire and hands it to him and his puts his nose up in the air. "Oh no. There's a particular kind of boar that I've been missing..." and he goes on to tell me this long drawn out story about a trip that he tried to make to the elf-lands and him and his wife ran across this ranger eating this "delightful" meat.
Don't you hate how some people just drone on and on sometimes? Why can't they get to the point? Like yesterday, I was speaking to this elf about the weather on the farm and she starts talking about how she's been going around trying to get people from killing the "innocent" slugs in the shire. She went into so much detail about those slugs, it nearly bored me to tears, but I was raised in a time when it wasn't proper to be disrespectful to your elders, even to an elf. And besides which, my time as guard to Ambassador Thorix gave me an appreciation of proper manners being one of your best tools.
Where was I? Oh yeah... the boar. He told me where it was and I went on a journey to find this boar. I'd heard rumors that it was near Giants, but p'shaw! Giants! As if they exist in this day and age... Well... I hightailed it outta there when I saw them GIANTS! They're bigger than the living trees in the Old Forest.
Luckily Sir Gra....er.... GRANGE and Captain Zhongo was abouts to help me out.
Needless to say, they now call me "Grand Master Cook" OnyxBlade in the shire. I suppose to hobbits, cookin's more impressive than Sherriffin'.
So... let me catch you up. I've moved my base of operations into my investigations up to Ost Guruth. I've been rotating around the western edge of the lone-lands. Finding and fighting corruption. There's a ranger at the foot of Weathertop that I'm having the same problems as Mr Bracegirdle.
I'm planning an excursion back to Bree to investigate some goings on in the Barrow Land. I could have sworn I'd taken care of the issues there, but the Bree-Land security forces haven't been keeping up with their patrols in the area. I'm a wonderin if some of my kinmates will want to come into the area with me and bring battle to the darkness. I'll check in with the kinship office momentarily to discuss.
After my trip from Thorin's Hall, I decided to practice my cooking. So, I whipped up some Apple pies and didn't feel I could learn anything else. So I spoke with the expert cook that was standing around yabbering away to a couple of wee hobbits kissing under the tree. What is it with youngins these days? Back when I was a littl'un, my father woulda hung me up by my little beard if he caught me kissin a lass before we were bethrothed!
She told me she didn't have the know-how I did and that I should talk to a plump little hobbit in the corner. I saunter over and spent several hours chatting away with this pleasant little fellow. We get to chatting about how I've heard he's one of the finest cooks in the Shire and I be a wonderin if he might take me under his wings, and he agrees on one condition.
"I have a hankerin for some boar" he says. I pull out a roasted pork, warm it over a campfire and hands it to him and his puts his nose up in the air. "Oh no. There's a particular kind of boar that I've been missing..." and he goes on to tell me this long drawn out story about a trip that he tried to make to the elf-lands and him and his wife ran across this ranger eating this "delightful" meat.
Don't you hate how some people just drone on and on sometimes? Why can't they get to the point? Like yesterday, I was speaking to this elf about the weather on the farm and she starts talking about how she's been going around trying to get people from killing the "innocent" slugs in the shire. She went into so much detail about those slugs, it nearly bored me to tears, but I was raised in a time when it wasn't proper to be disrespectful to your elders, even to an elf. And besides which, my time as guard to Ambassador Thorix gave me an appreciation of proper manners being one of your best tools.
Where was I? Oh yeah... the boar. He told me where it was and I went on a journey to find this boar. I'd heard rumors that it was near Giants, but p'shaw! Giants! As if they exist in this day and age... Well... I hightailed it outta there when I saw them GIANTS! They're bigger than the living trees in the Old Forest.
Luckily Sir Gra....er.... GRANGE and Captain Zhongo was abouts to help me out.
Needless to say, they now call me "Grand Master Cook" OnyxBlade in the shire. I suppose to hobbits, cookin's more impressive than Sherriffin'.