Nimlindir sat upon the bed in her room in the inn of the Prancing Pony, Bree-town, Eriador. She leaned over the small writing table, quill in hand, penning a goodbye missive to her companions. The musty smell of tobacco curlicued like little tornados through the cracks of the wood stained walls. The floor rattled from the stomps of revelry in the main room and unrequited love in the hallways.
Laurelin Archives
User login
Who's new
- Scaripa
- Narelin
- Athalond
- Algimantas
- Layanus
Events
An Unexpected Market March 28th, 2024 |
Green Dragon Friday (weekly hobbit event) March 29th, 2024 |
The King's Folly (Bree RP) March 29th, 2024 |
Hûd Eledhrim - Hall of Fire Wednesday (ELVEN roleplay) April 3rd, 2024 |
The Grand Auction April 4th, 2024 |
Bridge over Pie-water April 7th, 2024 |
Phadar Dhaer, the Grand Procession April 13th, 2024 |
Merchant's Guild Council Meeting April 14th, 2024 |