Post by ceolyth on Jan 1, 2009 23:15:59 GMT -5
As Ceolyth looks down, the befuddled hobbit raises his eyebrows and cranes out his head on his fat neck to illicit an immediate response as if to say, “Any time now old man.” With a small smile and while patting the hobbit on the shoulder, Ceolyth addresses the hobbits inquiring glances. “One moment please master hobbit, allow an old man the chance to warm himself by your comforting fire and take a bit of rest before we get to the days business.”
With that Ceolyth pulls a chair near the fire, produces an old churchwarden pipe and fills it with a pungent and rather sticky looking tobacco. He takes his time in filling the pipe, tamping down the tobacco and refilling until the top of the bowl is flush with tobacco. Suddenly he remembers the hobbits perceived annoyance and turns to him. “I apologize master hobbit, I seem to have forgotten my manners, won’t you join me at the fire and we will begin this day’s work. This is the one true comfort which is afforded me at my leisure.” With that Ceolyth extends the pouch of pipeweed out to the hobbit who gives him a less than appreciative stare. Sensing the hobbits reservation Ceolyth smiles and give the pouch of pipeweed a shake, “It is most depressing to smoke alone” he says.
“Oh very well” is the hobbits response and he produces a fancy little pipe while moving a chair closer to the fire. Once he has situated himself in front of the fire he partakes of some of the offered tobacco and begins to relax his guard. While the hobbit is busy at work preparing his pipe, Ceolyth leans back in his chair, makes himself comfortable, takes a long slow drag on his long stemmed pipe and begins to collect his thoughts.
He exhales as he begins his tale of where he has been, what he foresees in his future and what all of this has to do with the clerk of the PILLAGERS OF PIPEWEED.
“Although my tale seems altogether inconsequential to me, I am sure you and your superiors would find my secrecy more of an annoyance than is necessary for one seeking to join your ranks. So, for the benefit of not being bothered over minute details in the future, and to spare you the hassle of explaining to some grumpy dwarf why I was not completely forthright I present myself to you as an open book.” He takes another drag on his pipe and this time pauses for an inordinate amount of time before suddenly speaking and startling the hobbit. “I suppose you could say my story begins back in 2931. That was the year I came into being. Born most likely but the people of Dale could never recount from where or from who I came from. In those times however Dale was not ruled by such a just and trustworthy man and many a man and woman could not find the means of caring for a child for which they did not plan. But I digress, since my coming unto this world has little to do with my story. What does matter is that I was taken in by a most caring and supportive family who was well off enough to supply for me all my needs. From the beginning, I took to the mental arts far more than the physical and they have served me well all the years of my life, especially at the time following the battle of the five armies.” Ceolyth seems completely immersed in his tale now recounting his past and his intensity is almost palatable. “You see after the worm, Smaug, was destroyed so was the only home I knew, and with the people of lake town, and the elves of Mirkwood I went to the foot of the Lonely Mountain to plead with the Dwarves for our deserved part of the treasure. It was during this time with the elves that I was noticed along with a handful of other as having a skill affinity for absorbing and utilizing the ancient lore which surrounds us.” Ceolyth lets out a short laugh while throwing the hobbit a sincere smile. “That does sound rather pompous of me does it not? To be sure it is no great skill to simply understand nature and being able to call upon it through ancient knowledge. But I assure you without the help of the elves of Mirkwood I would not have had the ability to unlock those mysteries myself.”
“After we were rebuked by the Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain our hopes began to sink, but that is when I had the great honor of coming into contact with a great influence of mine. For within the camp of men and elves, Gandalf himself emerged. And I say emerged not as a trickery of words but because he never came from anywhere and never left to go anywhere. He simply emerged and disappeared at his leisure. Now, I am not one to fabricate a story and I do not relay this information to you to impress you since my contact with Gandalf while he was at that camp was peripheral if even that. Indeed, until recently I do not believe he ever even knew of me. However, his influence and his abilities which seemed to far surpass even the greatest warrior within the camp reinforced my own belief in my abilities and ultimately led me away from the town of Dale. After the battle of the five armies, which thankfully, I was not a participant in, the elves and the dwarves and the men made their peace and retired to their respective strongholds. I spent the next ten years helping to rebuild Dale and continuing to improve my knowledge base of the natural world. However, as I am sure you are aware master hobbit, men in their prime are often never satisfied with the world they have become familiar with and I was no different. So in my 22nd year I set out to learn what I could of the world beyond the shadow of the Lonely Mountain.” With that Ceolyth stops and turns to the hobbit, “My goodness this is turning into quite a tale, perhaps you would honor me with something to quench my thirst. I have learned of the kindness of the House of the Pillagers of Pipeweed and appreciate it greatly if you would be so kind as to indulge me.”
The hobbit quickly disengages himself from his pipe and rises to fill two tankards with relatively respectable, yet not overly refined ale, and hands one to Ceolyth as he takes a sip off of the other. “Ahh, many thanks my friend, this is exactly what I had in mind. Well then, since you have indulged me let me continue my tale. Where was I, ah yes, I had just left the town of Dale. Now you must understand that during my time in Dale after the battle of the five armies, there was no ill will to be had by either the Men of Dale or the Dwarves under the Mountain. As I was told it was all just a misunderstanding and the result of some misplaced treasure. I found out later it was all the work of an ingenious hobbit although his name escapes me now; I believe he was someone of great renowned; perhaps you are familiar with him. So, as I left Dale I harbored no preconceived notions or prejudices against any race and I am most pleased to be able to report to you, master hobbit, that I still feel the same as I did all those many years ago. Although, I have found some tendencies in some they are for the most part endearing and altogether refreshing. My travels took me to a great many places but I am afraid our time would be spent in simple tale spinning without you accomplishing your goal of ascertaining why I am here if I were to regale you with the entirety of my adventures, so instead I will begin where I feel our paths begin to intersect.
“I was on a trip to collect some of the relics in the ruins near Archet when I was set upon and detained by a number of thugs. Well, their detention of me was most inconvenient since I was traveling in what I thought was safe territory and if it had not been for the ranger Amdir who assisted me with my freedom then perhaps I would not be here enjoying your hospitality at this moment. You see, he assisted me with my freedom and took me directly to the town of Archet safely after we had a run- in with a black rider. No, I do not jest. A black rider of Mordor came down upon us and through pure happenchance we were able to elude his clutches. Well, after our escape I spent a time in Archet getting to know the people and becoming quite at home since the small village reminded me of my hometown of Dale.”
Ceolyth takes another drink and holds himself up to compose his thoughts once again, visibly perturbed by the thoughts he has yet to reveal. “I am sure you realize more than most, master hobbit, that when you are young and things are so outside of your control you feel like actions control you rather than vice versa. You see Archet was burned not by a worm on a rampage but by brigands. Those memories of my first home being destroyed by fire, much like the town of Archet which I had come to love, made me realize that no matter what I did in my life there are always those who seek to destroy, and if I do nothing to prevent them from accomplishing their goals then I am merely assisting them in completing their goals. It was that day after the death and destruction of so many good and just people that I made a pledge to not stop until evil had been driven from the land.”
Ceolyth lets out a loud laugh, presumably at this own statement. “Listen to me, I sound like a young Captain of Gondor who stands atop the white spire with only his will to stop the mounting darkness. However, my pledge was made that day and I will never stop working to see it through. This brings me to why I have come to this house. You see in all of my travels I have kept to myself and depended on no one other than myself and a handful of acquaintances. But recently I have had the pleasure of joining the company of others who have shown me that it is not weakness to depend on others but that it leads to greater strength. And you should know in these long years sometimes I can use all the strength I can muster simply to rise up in face of all the problems the free peoples are facing.”
Ceolyth turns to the hobbit and leans forward while bringing his pipe to his mouth for another draw from the long stem. “But there is much to be said for a kind ear and a chair by the fire in these times of trouble, wouldn’t you agree, master hobbit? The kindness you have shown me in listening to an old man’s tale and supplying me with a place to rest has demonstrated that the minstrel I ran into in the Barrow Downs was not an exception but the standard for this most honorable kinship. If you could relay all of this to the head of your order I would be most appreciative, and once you have decided if I am one which you would allow into your order simply whisper it to the wind and I will heed your call.”
With that Ceolyth stands up empties the ash of his pipe into the fire, takes the last drink of his tankard and returns it to his friend the hobbit. He pats the hobbit on the shoulder again while kneeling down to his level and tells him, “The trick isn’t in actually accomplishing the extrodinary. The trick is making people think you have by letting them draw their own conclusions.” The hobbit gives him a strange look and turns to put the tankard on the table while picking up his quill. As he turns around to begin writing he notices that there is no one there.
((OOC: If any of this tale does not coincide with the lore that the Kinship is using let me know and it can be adjusted accordingly. I just wrote this tonight although the ideas have been floating around in my head for some time I didn’t have any reason to write them down until now. The minstrel was KatyKate in case you were wondering.
I have a lot of MMO experience although it has been mostly solitary and to be honest I have grown weary of not having a kinship chat with things to read and steady players which with to communicate. I have seen some of the RP stuff you are all putting together and I am very interested in being a participant but please keep in mind I am kind of a newb in the LOTRO rp system. Also, I am a relic hound and if able will group need any and all relics for my scholarship trade as possible. However, I am always willing to share the products I produce and want to make sure if anyone should ever need anything from me they need only ask. I am currently only level 21 but will do what I can.
If anyone has any questions please let me know. I look forward to hearing from anyone. Also, this looked much cooler in Microsoft Word using the Monotype Corisiva font.
))
With that Ceolyth pulls a chair near the fire, produces an old churchwarden pipe and fills it with a pungent and rather sticky looking tobacco. He takes his time in filling the pipe, tamping down the tobacco and refilling until the top of the bowl is flush with tobacco. Suddenly he remembers the hobbits perceived annoyance and turns to him. “I apologize master hobbit, I seem to have forgotten my manners, won’t you join me at the fire and we will begin this day’s work. This is the one true comfort which is afforded me at my leisure.” With that Ceolyth extends the pouch of pipeweed out to the hobbit who gives him a less than appreciative stare. Sensing the hobbits reservation Ceolyth smiles and give the pouch of pipeweed a shake, “It is most depressing to smoke alone” he says.
“Oh very well” is the hobbits response and he produces a fancy little pipe while moving a chair closer to the fire. Once he has situated himself in front of the fire he partakes of some of the offered tobacco and begins to relax his guard. While the hobbit is busy at work preparing his pipe, Ceolyth leans back in his chair, makes himself comfortable, takes a long slow drag on his long stemmed pipe and begins to collect his thoughts.
He exhales as he begins his tale of where he has been, what he foresees in his future and what all of this has to do with the clerk of the PILLAGERS OF PIPEWEED.
“Although my tale seems altogether inconsequential to me, I am sure you and your superiors would find my secrecy more of an annoyance than is necessary for one seeking to join your ranks. So, for the benefit of not being bothered over minute details in the future, and to spare you the hassle of explaining to some grumpy dwarf why I was not completely forthright I present myself to you as an open book.” He takes another drag on his pipe and this time pauses for an inordinate amount of time before suddenly speaking and startling the hobbit. “I suppose you could say my story begins back in 2931. That was the year I came into being. Born most likely but the people of Dale could never recount from where or from who I came from. In those times however Dale was not ruled by such a just and trustworthy man and many a man and woman could not find the means of caring for a child for which they did not plan. But I digress, since my coming unto this world has little to do with my story. What does matter is that I was taken in by a most caring and supportive family who was well off enough to supply for me all my needs. From the beginning, I took to the mental arts far more than the physical and they have served me well all the years of my life, especially at the time following the battle of the five armies.” Ceolyth seems completely immersed in his tale now recounting his past and his intensity is almost palatable. “You see after the worm, Smaug, was destroyed so was the only home I knew, and with the people of lake town, and the elves of Mirkwood I went to the foot of the Lonely Mountain to plead with the Dwarves for our deserved part of the treasure. It was during this time with the elves that I was noticed along with a handful of other as having a skill affinity for absorbing and utilizing the ancient lore which surrounds us.” Ceolyth lets out a short laugh while throwing the hobbit a sincere smile. “That does sound rather pompous of me does it not? To be sure it is no great skill to simply understand nature and being able to call upon it through ancient knowledge. But I assure you without the help of the elves of Mirkwood I would not have had the ability to unlock those mysteries myself.”
“After we were rebuked by the Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain our hopes began to sink, but that is when I had the great honor of coming into contact with a great influence of mine. For within the camp of men and elves, Gandalf himself emerged. And I say emerged not as a trickery of words but because he never came from anywhere and never left to go anywhere. He simply emerged and disappeared at his leisure. Now, I am not one to fabricate a story and I do not relay this information to you to impress you since my contact with Gandalf while he was at that camp was peripheral if even that. Indeed, until recently I do not believe he ever even knew of me. However, his influence and his abilities which seemed to far surpass even the greatest warrior within the camp reinforced my own belief in my abilities and ultimately led me away from the town of Dale. After the battle of the five armies, which thankfully, I was not a participant in, the elves and the dwarves and the men made their peace and retired to their respective strongholds. I spent the next ten years helping to rebuild Dale and continuing to improve my knowledge base of the natural world. However, as I am sure you are aware master hobbit, men in their prime are often never satisfied with the world they have become familiar with and I was no different. So in my 22nd year I set out to learn what I could of the world beyond the shadow of the Lonely Mountain.” With that Ceolyth stops and turns to the hobbit, “My goodness this is turning into quite a tale, perhaps you would honor me with something to quench my thirst. I have learned of the kindness of the House of the Pillagers of Pipeweed and appreciate it greatly if you would be so kind as to indulge me.”
The hobbit quickly disengages himself from his pipe and rises to fill two tankards with relatively respectable, yet not overly refined ale, and hands one to Ceolyth as he takes a sip off of the other. “Ahh, many thanks my friend, this is exactly what I had in mind. Well then, since you have indulged me let me continue my tale. Where was I, ah yes, I had just left the town of Dale. Now you must understand that during my time in Dale after the battle of the five armies, there was no ill will to be had by either the Men of Dale or the Dwarves under the Mountain. As I was told it was all just a misunderstanding and the result of some misplaced treasure. I found out later it was all the work of an ingenious hobbit although his name escapes me now; I believe he was someone of great renowned; perhaps you are familiar with him. So, as I left Dale I harbored no preconceived notions or prejudices against any race and I am most pleased to be able to report to you, master hobbit, that I still feel the same as I did all those many years ago. Although, I have found some tendencies in some they are for the most part endearing and altogether refreshing. My travels took me to a great many places but I am afraid our time would be spent in simple tale spinning without you accomplishing your goal of ascertaining why I am here if I were to regale you with the entirety of my adventures, so instead I will begin where I feel our paths begin to intersect.
“I was on a trip to collect some of the relics in the ruins near Archet when I was set upon and detained by a number of thugs. Well, their detention of me was most inconvenient since I was traveling in what I thought was safe territory and if it had not been for the ranger Amdir who assisted me with my freedom then perhaps I would not be here enjoying your hospitality at this moment. You see, he assisted me with my freedom and took me directly to the town of Archet safely after we had a run- in with a black rider. No, I do not jest. A black rider of Mordor came down upon us and through pure happenchance we were able to elude his clutches. Well, after our escape I spent a time in Archet getting to know the people and becoming quite at home since the small village reminded me of my hometown of Dale.”
Ceolyth takes another drink and holds himself up to compose his thoughts once again, visibly perturbed by the thoughts he has yet to reveal. “I am sure you realize more than most, master hobbit, that when you are young and things are so outside of your control you feel like actions control you rather than vice versa. You see Archet was burned not by a worm on a rampage but by brigands. Those memories of my first home being destroyed by fire, much like the town of Archet which I had come to love, made me realize that no matter what I did in my life there are always those who seek to destroy, and if I do nothing to prevent them from accomplishing their goals then I am merely assisting them in completing their goals. It was that day after the death and destruction of so many good and just people that I made a pledge to not stop until evil had been driven from the land.”
Ceolyth lets out a loud laugh, presumably at this own statement. “Listen to me, I sound like a young Captain of Gondor who stands atop the white spire with only his will to stop the mounting darkness. However, my pledge was made that day and I will never stop working to see it through. This brings me to why I have come to this house. You see in all of my travels I have kept to myself and depended on no one other than myself and a handful of acquaintances. But recently I have had the pleasure of joining the company of others who have shown me that it is not weakness to depend on others but that it leads to greater strength. And you should know in these long years sometimes I can use all the strength I can muster simply to rise up in face of all the problems the free peoples are facing.”
Ceolyth turns to the hobbit and leans forward while bringing his pipe to his mouth for another draw from the long stem. “But there is much to be said for a kind ear and a chair by the fire in these times of trouble, wouldn’t you agree, master hobbit? The kindness you have shown me in listening to an old man’s tale and supplying me with a place to rest has demonstrated that the minstrel I ran into in the Barrow Downs was not an exception but the standard for this most honorable kinship. If you could relay all of this to the head of your order I would be most appreciative, and once you have decided if I am one which you would allow into your order simply whisper it to the wind and I will heed your call.”
With that Ceolyth stands up empties the ash of his pipe into the fire, takes the last drink of his tankard and returns it to his friend the hobbit. He pats the hobbit on the shoulder again while kneeling down to his level and tells him, “The trick isn’t in actually accomplishing the extrodinary. The trick is making people think you have by letting them draw their own conclusions.” The hobbit gives him a strange look and turns to put the tankard on the table while picking up his quill. As he turns around to begin writing he notices that there is no one there.
((OOC: If any of this tale does not coincide with the lore that the Kinship is using let me know and it can be adjusted accordingly. I just wrote this tonight although the ideas have been floating around in my head for some time I didn’t have any reason to write them down until now. The minstrel was KatyKate in case you were wondering.
I have a lot of MMO experience although it has been mostly solitary and to be honest I have grown weary of not having a kinship chat with things to read and steady players which with to communicate. I have seen some of the RP stuff you are all putting together and I am very interested in being a participant but please keep in mind I am kind of a newb in the LOTRO rp system. Also, I am a relic hound and if able will group need any and all relics for my scholarship trade as possible. However, I am always willing to share the products I produce and want to make sure if anyone should ever need anything from me they need only ask. I am currently only level 21 but will do what I can.
If anyone has any questions please let me know. I look forward to hearing from anyone. Also, this looked much cooler in Microsoft Word using the Monotype Corisiva font.
))
