Tree Hobbit INSANITY: A Somewhat Expected Quest

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BASIL BROS. PICTURES (LOGO)
ENTMOOT ENTERTAINMENT AT DERNDINGLE HOLLOW (LOGO)
CORRUPTED-GOLDBERRY MAIA (LOGO)

ENTMOOT ENTERTAINMENT AT DERNDINGLE HOLLOW (LOGO) AND CORRUPTED-GOLDBERRY MAIA (LOGO) present

A SWALLOWCOCONUT PLAY PRODUCTION

DIRECTED BY
: FINGSANYA
CO-DIRECTED BY: SHRUBSTACHE THE ANGRY HUORN

TheTree BurrahobbitHobbit: A Somewhat Expected Quest



Inspired by the 2002 LOTR INSANITY Thread

Source for Movie Transcript: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WSL ... &forcehl=1

Previous the Hobbit INSANITY Thread: viewtopic.php?f=14&t=145

OOC Sign-Up Thread
: viewtopic.php?f=16&t=463



CASTING CALL: T(H)REE TROLLS TERRORIZE THIRTEEN (or so) TRAVELERS (also a Radagast scene)

Prompter- Dwarrow Elf

BY CATEGORY (you are encouraged to grab more than one part):

Thorin and Company:
Dori- VACANT (replacement actor: Golden Tortoise)
Nori- VACANT (replacement actor: Red Tortoise)
Ori- VACANT (replacement actor: Green Tortoise)
Oin- VACANT (replacement actor: Pet Rock named Rocky)
Gloin- Giliathriel
Bifur- VACANT (replacement actor: Pink Tortoise)
Bofur- VACANT (replacement actor: Black Tortoise)
Bombur- Fuin Elda
Fili- Queen Nerwen
Kili- Sil
Balin- Dimcairien Luiniel
Dwalin- VACANT (replacement actor: Pet Rock named Marshmallow)
Thorin- Androthelm
Gandalf- Lirimaer
Bilbo- Fairy Nuff


Filler characters:

Radagast- KingofDuckingham
Radagast's Bird- Aerlinn
Radagast's Bird's Mate-
Sebastian the Hedgehog- Moriel
Giant Spiders- Lirimaer
Radagast's Large Rabbits- Dimcairien Luiniel


Trolls:

Bert- KingofDuckingham
Tom- Androthelm
William- Fairy Nuff

Unnecessary Cameo included into script but with no scripted lines
??? (I will give you a choice of characters for you to play as)- Lirimaer




AUDIENCE- Nienna

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Previously on The Hobbit Insanity, Orco del Oro, along with his helper, Mordor Troll, decided to direct a reenactment of The Quest for Erebor. Some highlights in that RPG (viewtopic.php?f=14&t=145 ) include the death of the person who was supposed to play Tauriel, Dain earning the title of 'Oakenshield', an impromptu actor's union strike, the incapacitation of the director, Orco del Oro, and the complete collapse of the stage at the end of the curtain call. Those were just some of the highlights, so please feel free to revisit that thread.

Anyways, a new director has been appointed, and a new location has been setup in Derndingle over in Fangorn Forest. Derndingle was the clearing where they had the Entmoot you see, and it is one of the few clearings in Fangorn Forest where one could setup a theatre without getting grabbed by Huorns. The new director is Fingsanya, an affable being with dyed light-blue hair. She wants all the actors to have fun and enjoy themselves ^_^. Her co-director represents the Fangorn Huorn Contingent, Shrubstache the Angry Huorn. This huorn was once a shrubbery but has now become more entish and gained sentience. Shrubstache the Angry Huorn will ensure that all actors obey the many rules of Fangorn that have been etched along the Misty Mountains for all travelers to see, for there are many rules and Fangorn specifically discourages the use of paper.

Fingsanya trusts that the casted members, based on the prompt, can improvise the script. Shrubstache the Angry Huorn does not trust any of you, however, and has stone tablets with cues etched on them. Anyone who is brave enough to enter Fangorn Forest may see this theatrical performance. To compensate for their time and the danger of traveling through Fangorn Forest, they are given food, like fallen leaves; refreshments, including ent draughts; and Bruised Fruit. Boxes of Bruised Fruit are next to all audience members' seats. After all, ents only eat fruit that naturally falls off of trees and they expect you to do so as well.

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FANGORN PROMPT SPECIALTY


During each prompt, all applicable actors will be assigned a different word they have to use a certain amount of times in their post. You will be penalized if you do not use the word/use it the incorrect amount of times.



FANGORN ROTTEN TOMATO MINI-GAME



All actors are 'voluntary' participants of the Fangorn Rotten Tomato Mini-Game. The game will occur immediately following the end deadline for a prompt (a prompt lasts for 48-72 hours, depending on said prompt). In this game, Shrubstache and any interested audience members can throw 1 item of whatever they wish at any actor they wish to target. Idle actors make great targets after all :). It will be recorded each time somebody is hit by fruit on the "Board of Rotten Tomatoes". This board shall be edited in the OP of the OOC thread and updated accordingly


MINI-GAME RULES

1. All actors automatically enter the mini-game.
2. The mini-game will occur immediately after the end of a prompt and before the beginning of a new prompt
3. Audience members have 48 hours to choose 1 item to throw at one actor
4. Following the 48 hours, Actors have 24 hours to respond.
5a. A 6-sided die roll shall be cast. If actor does not respond, a result of 1 will result in a dodge, 2-6 will result in a hit.
5b. If an actor responds with a post I like (funny, serious, seriously funny, etc.), I will increase the dodge rate accordingly up to a die roll of 5 (1-5) resulting in a dodge.
6. Each time a person is hit, it shall be recorded on "The Board of Rotten Tomatoes"
7. If you get hit, 1 point will be deducted from your score on the board (e.g 0 becomes -1). Dodging will earn you one point, however (e.g 0 becomes 1)
8. There are hidden achievements in this game, and if you meet these arbitrary achievements, you will earn points in this RPG
9. Those who end with a score of at least a 0 or higher may automatically reprise their role for the next section of the RPG (the next casting call). Those in the negatives will have to manually sign-up again.

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The venue has been reserved for... hroom-hrum, to set a deadline would be too hasty now, would it not? Known as "Derndingle Clearing," it is commonly known as the area where Entmoots occur. Little do most of the public know, however, this is also where plays, monologues, professional wrestling bouts, musicals, operas, plots to bring back the Entwives, and illegal gambling occurs (the payout on which tree would lose all their leaves in Middle-Earth is quite lucrative you know!). Hence why, "Derndingle Clearing" has always been a clearing, rather than a new forest. On this occasion, giant, long, bench-shaped stones have been placed around the clearing for audience members to sit or stand on. There are multiple gaps allowing for actors, actresses, creatures, and other props to enter and exit the "grassy stage" whenever they wish. The stage indeed is made out of a different colored grass to mark where people turn In-Character and act. The stage is certainly not made out of wood, for that violates multiple policies within the Huorn Acting Guild.

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Within the forests surrounding the clearing is the backstage area. Multiple huorns, animals, and plants of all species, sizes, and whatever else, are responsible for the costumes and makeup. Kistrel the Intelligent Spider is also here helping out. Because of her intelligence, Kistrel has made an alliance with the huorns in Fangorn in eliminating pesky Invasive Bugs and other Invasive Creatures. If you attack Kistrel, expect the entire forest to start clubbing you everywhere.

Also within the backstage forest lies Fingsanya, who is currently sprawled on a stone bed sleeping. Containers of blue dye surround her. While she is asleep, Shrubstache the Angry Huorn is in charge.

Actors: Welcome! You have either been willing or unwillingly recruited to play in this stage production. When you're not acting, you can be anywhere you want, just not on the different grass of the Derndingle Clearing. Feel free to RP 'backstage' in the forest, get to know your fellow actors, interact with the animals/plants/trees/huorns, etc. All actors, creatures, props, and everybody else who wish to report in, please look for the sentient giant shrubbery and report in. When you are ready to get dressed/put on prosthetics/make-up/etc., please approach Kistrel (Kirstel) the Spider and the helper huorns/animals/plants. Feel free to godmode their actions, but please don't kill Kistrel, you don't want to have the entire forest turn on you, after all? The goblins? Oh and kill some of those invasive bugs hiding around while you're at it.


Audience: The seats are free. Please have a seat, and do not do anything that will upset Fangorn Forest.


OTHER RULES:

-You can have multiple roles :). You can be part of the audience too.
-Sign-ups shall last at least a week or whenever there is enough people to begin the scene
-Open to everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY and EVERYTHING. You can even play as a tree or a rock if you wish
-You may RP your actions or use Script-Speak (See link of Movie transcript above for an example Script-Speak)
-Plaza Members can be both in the play and be in the audience, just use different PCs, OCs (other characters), or NPCs (non-player characters [e.g fir tree 549])
-You may ask questions in the OOC Thread, which is this thread :P
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The journey getting to Fangorn had been rife with discomfort, not least because the shorter route she had been planning to take was peppered with assault and battery and the sinking of their vessel. She had left the smuggler after he gave her a smaller getaway vessel, but shortly afterward the whole barge had sunk and she hadn't known what became of him. He was a canny one, though, so she expected he'd got away, but still, the loss of the boat meant delay and more people knowing where she was.

The play she'd hidden away in in Mordor had been good for her, she thought. After she'd come to, she'd suspected that whoever'd drugged her was just a mildly-interested merc and not wholly invested with Oleander House, because she woke up, for a start, and furthermore, she was not in a box, cage or otherwise restrained. She had no illusions though, whoever'd failed had died, and they might have shared her whereabouts before they did. Therefore Mordor was not safe, and though she supposed that this production might be under scrutiny, but so far from Mordor, surrounded by living tree monsters, it probably was much safer.

She found she could not just leave her life behind, and resolved to use her damn training to create a new one. She reclaimed her name, well - part of it anyway, and decided to leave. The deaths of the crew once the cast and production team had moved on, were unremarked and unmourned. Minu had waited around for whomever had drugged her to make a move, oh you better believe she was waiting for that, but no dark shadowmaster came for her in the intervening period and after a couple of weeks of fearful waking dreams, she made her move.

In the end, she'd found another sailing vessel and paid enough coin that the crew never saw her, only travelling by the waterways on foot when the waterfalls made further passage impossible. One of the Rohirrim took pity on a lonely maiden heading north, but dropping her off near Fangorn's dark and gloomy outer edge had him questioning many things. She'd been forced to give him a mild sting of Lethe's, a forgetting potion formed from the delicate bramble found in Harad, until he'd headed away south confused as to why he'd ever come north in the first place.

As she entered Fangorn, the shadowy nature of the place at once swallowed her and she smiled. Here was a place she could get lost in. Cloaking herself in shadow, she danced through Fangorn like an Elf, listening to the leaves until she found the glade where the performance would happen, and then handed herself over to the team to become ... a wizard.
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Silarien, actor of Kili. Or is it Fili? It’s probably Kili

Silarien was overjoyed to be in Fangorn again. The ancient trees were like balm to the spirit after the terrifying, ash-laden backdrop that Mordor had provided to their first scene. She had been unable to stop trembling violently in every limb for three days following the afterparty, although this was possibly due to the copious amounts of white powder she had completely inadvertently and accidentally inhaled during the proceedings.

She was a little dismayed to find the make up artist was still the expert, but terrifying, Kistrel. Not the least because Silarien had vowed there would be no relapses and frankly Kistrel was an enabler.

“Here to play Kili, DO NOT chop off my legs thanks,” she announced hastily (too hastily for Fangorn?) “We can achieve the desired effect through, like, forced perspective? Or maybe I’ll shuffle around on my knees with a pair of boots taped to them? I don’t know, you’re, like, the expert here?”
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NPC Slowbeam the Ent

Well, here he was, gathering with the rest of the actors. Shrubstache had told Slowbeam he would be playing the part of a troll. He hadn't been asked, just told. Slowbeam had not been hasty enough to argue, but to be honest the whole thing felt a bit hasty, dinnit? It had, after all, only been 5 days since he had received this news, and now he was already on set? That was only 120 hours! Was that really enough time to get into character?

They had told him it made sense to play the part of a troll because trolls and Ents weren't that different. At first he had been insulted. On reflection, though, because he took the time to think about these things instead of having a hasty reaction, he decided it was rather wholesome. Different races being not so dissimilar after all, right?

But now he was looking at the script, and it was provoking a very quick reaction (for him--it had been several hours) from him.

"This character is a bumbling idiot!" he rumbled, unhappy. He should have looked at the part before accepting it. Or rather, having it thrust upon him.

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Sebastian, playing himself

Backstage could be a perilous place for a hedgehog, even if it was in that hedgehog's own home! Sebastian scurried through grass and moss, feet and roots, avoiding being stepped on at every turn. Clearly, he needed to find some higher ground upon which to wait for the play to begin. One perk of befriending a wizard that one tended to become much more intelligent and self aware than the average animal, and though Sebastian could not speak in words that most of these others could understand, he was fully aware of what was going on and the meta nature of his participation in this event. At last, the hedgehog spotted somewhere that seemed likely to be safe: an elf (Silarien), standing near Kistrel. With the determination only a hedgehog could muster, he scampered over to her, set his tiny sharp claws into her clothing near ankle level (but not so deeply as to hurt her, of course) and began to climb, with surprising speed and agility. Somewhere up there was a shoulder from which he could survey the goings on!
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Kistrel

Kistrel waved her palps around as if pondering something in response to Silarien's (@Sil Denafil) inquiry. Then, in response, Kistrel began moving, turning around every so often to make sure that the elf was following. Eventually, the spider stopped in front of various stone bowls, vases, and other containers that were marked with the following:


"EXPERIMENTAL DILUTED ENT DRAUGHT
MAKE YOURSELF TALLER TEMPORARILY!
OR SHORTER TEMPORARILY IF INGESTED WITH A MUSHROOM!

(side effects: unknown. Basil Bros. Pictures is not legally responsible for any maladies you may incur should you ingest this diluted ent draught)"


~~~

Several huorns have arrived bearing the food and drink for the audience, and the performers too if they so wished to eat and drink. Each carried a stone tablet, where the word 'MENU' was etched on top. Each huorn placed their tablet on the ground for everyone to see so that they could know what to order.



MENU

Food

Bruised Apples- "the Ents loved the great trees [...] and ate only such fruit as the trees let fall in their path" -Treebeard from LOTR, the Two Towers.

Coconuts- You cannot tell if they are bruised or not, or if they killed anyone when this "fruit" fell down from the respective tree.

Bruised Oranges- They were brought in a long way from here... They also may taste not-so-fresh.

Dead Marshes' Rice- Rice straight from the rice paddies in the Dead Marshes. A hint of elf. Oddly sweet, very oddly sweet.

Walnuts- Some may have cracked from the fall already

Bruised Black Bananas- Brought in a long way from here and have blackened already due to its age. Bruised of course because it fell from a great distance!

Squirrels- These squirrels were brave/foolish enough to eat new trees' tree roots. It was their last mistake. If only they were like their cousins in Mirkwood, perhaps they would still be alive

Longhorn Beetles- these cursed insects dig into tree bark, lay their eggs, and are parasites of trees up until their death!

Gypsy Moths- Many of these were found before they could defoliate an entire forest.

Mushrooms- These were found stealing nutrients from trees. Please eat these things. May or may not be poisonous to certain eaters.



Drinks

Nurnen Natural Water- Contains algae, pollution, and other microorganisms. Trees can become very addictive to this stuff.

Age-old Dorwinion Wine- Very strong. Very potent. Very old.

Ent Draught- makes you permanently taller if you're a hobbit. If you're any other race... we'll just see what happens. Spiders love this stuff.

Experimental Diluted Ent Draught- Unknown side effects

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Cousin Halfan, Playing Thorin II

Whose cousin was Halfan? why, yours of course. Or somebody's. After all, somebody had gotten in touch with him, and it was hard to imagine that an actor of his fame, of his calibre, would suddenly join this increasingly chaotic production without some kind of personal interest in it.
Of course, few of this new generation of thespians cared at all for Halfan, that hearthrob of a vanished age, but still he was here--and proud, as he'd tell anyone who asked, to be playing the LEADING ROLE (surely it was the leading role?) of THORIN II OAKENSHIELD, son and heir to THRAIN II THE LOST, son and heir of THROR MOUNTAINKING, son and heir of DAIN son and heir of NAIN son and heir of OIN son and heir of GLOIN son and heir of THORIN son and heir of THRAIN MOUNTAINCLAIMER, son of NAIN son of DURIN son of DURIN son of DURIN son of DURIN son of DURIN son of DURIN son of DURIN DEATHLESS.
Of course, in his earlier career as a member (and frequent star) of the Lonely Mountain Players, cousin Halfan would have preferred the, shall we say handsomer roles of the strapping young Fili and Kili, but the aging (and well-networked) thespian was content to braid his beard and convince himself that Thorin (s&h Thrain, s&h Thror, s&h etc., s&h etc., s&h etc., s&h Durin) must certainly be the lead, alongside that Boppit himself Mr. B. Baggins Esq. Surely the producers would never favor the young and handsome over the old and regal...

Well, there was no accounting for Production and Audience, as Halfan had heard it was said among the Breetown Bards. The huorns were laying out meat and drink. That was good. He hastened over to see and--was mildly baffled. Perhaps they had not been laying out food at all, but rather some kind of garbage or compost heap. There was fruit, certainly, but it was bruised and often blackened. There were nuts, but they were cracked almost to dust. There was meat... but that was a tail, Halfan thought, and did not touch the meat.

Clearly, things had declined since the days of his stardom. They did not treat the actors nearly as well as they had in those days. This was water, here... Thought it smelled quite odd. Ah, but the wine was good. Halfan filled a cup and drank deeply. The wine was good indeed...
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Silarien, acting Kili

The spider’s... mouth bulbs were moving up and down. A clicking noise was emitting. Silarien couldn’t look away. It was fascinating but disgusting. “Ew,” she commented, before following Kistrel as she skittered away to the food area. A small hedgehog had laboriously climbed up onto her shoulder, apparently keen to be part of the proceedings, so Silarien was careful not to turn her head in his direction. She would not look better with a face full of spines.

EXPERIMENTAL ENT DRAUGHT, eh?

Well; if there were experimental, suspiciously labelled substances to be sampled, Silarien is your elf.

“Bottoms, uh, up,” she commented, ladling herself a goblet. Thoughtfully, she ladled one for Kistrel, too. She’d be much better company if she were not SO enormous, after all. “You want some of the real stuff, little buddy?” Silarien whispered for the hedgehog. “You’d be pretty fun at ten feet tall. You’d have to get off me first though...”


Hmmm.

“This better not turn me into a dwarf permanently,” muttered Silarien as she chugged. It had a pleasant taste. Like leaves...
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Fuin Acting Bombur

The Nandor elf was kidnapped by a rather excited ent, likely at the behest of Sil. Sil did stuff like that regularly and she was put into a set of clothing that was far to big for her and then was stuffed with a bunch of leaves and twigs before basically being rolled into the back stage by kidnapping ent.

She lay on her back much like a turtle stuck on its back except there was a twig poking into one of her kidneys and she couldn't move more than flailing her hands and feet and turning her head, fortunately it was enough to see Sil and a spider and the look on her face was priceless. "THIS IS ACTUALLY YOUR FAULT!" She shouted (Which could be heard easily in the auditorum area) at Sil, mostly because that was all she was capable of doing. "Someone help me get on my feet so I can beat her with a stick or something... also if we could remove SOME of these confounded twigs from the leaf stuffing that would be fantastic." She muttered before spotting that this was a play based on the Quest for Eredor.

"I'M BOMBUR? OH sweet Eru." She continued to flail her feet and hands desperately wanting to slap the other elf.

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Kistrel

The spider just looked with her eyes at the offered ladle from Silarien (@Silhouette) . She moved her palps as if considering the offer, then wagged her front legs as if to show disapproval. Soon afterwards, Fuin (@Fuin Elda) rolled backstage.

"Someone help me get on my feet so I can beat her with a stick or something... also if we could remove SOME of these confounded twigs from the leaf stuffing that would be fantastic" was what Kistrel heard. Hearing the request, the giant spider moved towards Fuin, she was planning on using her many legs and her silk ability to remove the twigs, leaves, and ensure that Fuin was standing up...

~~~
Fingsanya
Director


"Oaaahh" Fingsanya yawned as she stretched her arms from the stone slab she slept on. She blinked multiple times, seeing the tops of the trees in her vision. She yawned again, sitting up at the side of the slab, "Who just yelled? I was having a good dream..." She looked around, eyes blinking rapidly in fear as she saw the large spider among both Silarien and Fuin

"Oh, I forgot about Kistrel. Silly me, thought I had to run away again," FIngsanya said to herself. She saw that the blue dye were all still untouched around her resting place, which was good! It was important that her hair remained blue. She began walking backstage, greeting everyone she saw.

"Hello there, you must be Silarien!" Fingsanya said to Silarien, "You're... shorter than I thought you would be. Oh it must be the experimental ent draught. I am glad that is working."

"Sebastian (@Moriel)! Hellooooo my friend. Did you find any good insects to eat? Feel free to drink anything you want!"

"Hahaha, you look funny. You must be Fuin! I am Fingsanya. Try some of the experimental ent draught, I hear one of them shrinks your height. Temporarily, thankfully!"

"Erm.. hi to you too Kistrel."

"Cousin Halfan (no relation) (@Androthelm)! Welcome! I remember your rendition of Durin VI in that Shakesbeard tragedy. I see you have found the refreshments, don't get too drunk now, Thorin!"

"Hey.... you. You must be... uhhh... what's your name again (Minu)? @Lirimaer I see you are already dressed as Gandalf, I hope the beard is comfy"

"Haroomuhtoomawoomarumbalallambacarooneeeummadoooomawallagooldeeeyasalomeohkanoahoomafoo. Oh, my Entish was never good, hello Slowbeam (@KingODuckingham)! I hope you are enjoying yourself, you get to perform amongst all these huorns, trees, and ents in the forest. Please take your time to look at the script, perhaps you may even change it to your liking."

"Why are you so angry, Shrubstache? .... You're saying that not everyone is here yet? Well that's not good.... What is it you're saying? Pet stones make fine actors? But.... Okay I guess we could have the actors carry the pet stones. Mmm, if only we had water here so I can have some of my dolphins carry some of the load.... Though now that I think of it.... Yes, a good idea Shrubstache. A good contin- continagency plan, yes. Just let me check one more time"

Once Fingsanya finished making her rounds, she looked a little sad.

"Where are the other friends?" Fingsanya wondered. She sat down, pondering for a while. An idea then appeared in her mind.

She stood up, extending her arms and whistled. Seconds and minutes passed by, but soon enough a bunch of doves, finches, pigeons, and even a raven perched themselves on her arms.

"Hello my flying friends. Please send messages to the people who have not arrived yet. Send messages to @Dimcairien Luiniel, @Fairy Nuff, @Queen Nerwen, @Giliathriel, and @Aerlinn."

"Okay, now time to call everyone together!"

~~~
DEBRIEFING TO EVERYONE

"Hello everyone! I am Fingsanya! Welcome to Fangorn's production. I hope you have studied your lines carefully, but if you have not then that is okay. I think most ents and even some the huorns are not so hasty to boo you if you get one word wrong. This is not a Mallornwood Production in Lothlorien, nor a Broadway production in Minas Tirith, after all. Or was it Minas Anor? Anyways, next to me is Shrubstache (the angry huorn). Shrubstache is the co-director. Say hello to everyone!"


"*angry rustling noises*" said Shrubstache the Angry Huorn.


Fingsanya nodded, "Thank you Shrubstache for reminding us that we are in Fangorn. So... please try not to upset the forest. One of the traditions in Fangorn is learning new words to teach the huorns more language. So you'll be given certain words to include in your script. It is up to you to determine how to use these assigned words. After all, we have added more words in our languages since the First Age.

We have a bit of time to make ready in case you have not dressed up. Our overture is catered towards the huorns, trees, and ents. So... it might be a longer musical piece than you're used to. Please take a nap if needed!

Also... in case the other actors show up, we have replacement actors. A few huorns have volunteered their pet rocks as actor replacements. We would have used bracken, but Shrubstache believes stones make a better representation for a dwarf. Also... aah here they are."

Slowly, a large family of giant tortoises appeared walking towards Fingsanya and the rest of the troupe. They all were adorned with different colored shells. Some had gold shells, others had green shells, some had black shells, and others had cream shells. All of them slowly were moving each of their feet on the ground as they approached the group.

Fingsanya grinned, "I made a few last-minute summons, and I am so glad that the Tortoises have answered the call. They not only are here as fill-ins for vacancies, you can also take a break and have one of the tortoises or pet rocks take your place on stage."

"Anyways, the overture should be beginning soon. Take a nap! Dress up! Shrubstache and I will let you know when it is your turn!"

~~~


Overture: Trees in a Sunny Forest (10 hour edition)
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmCBYBXSm98

FIRST PROMPT SHALL BEGIN ON MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 21st!

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Fuin for her part was terrified as the giant spider headed towards her it's palps clicking as it came at her "SIL!!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT." She howled only to be righted by the spider and held upright with some silk and the twigs removed leaving her to sigh in relief.

"Okay that's not so bad, uhhh thanks?" She said feeling a little bad for shrieking due to the spider, though she had not actually screamed at the spider so that was okay. She relaxed slightly giggling at short Sil, she wasn't sure that she would try the draught that was offered by Fingsanya looking at Sil.

"I do believe I'll skip it, after all, uhh.... If I shrink I'll probably suffocate from the leaves stuffed about me to turn me into a Bombur type shape." Her protests were basically ignored and she had a ladleful of draught poured down her throat and soon she was having to be rescued from the leaf stuffing so that she didn't suffocate before the play began.
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Silarien, esteemed Actress

“Is this my voice? Is this really my voice?”

Silarien flapped her hand urgently in front of her throat. She couldn’t help noticing she sounded... squeakier than usual.

And most of her clothes were falling off.

And everything was much bigger than it should be.

“Ah, SHOOT,” she said, dejectedly. Good job she was an ENTerprising gal. “Kistrel, I certainly hope you have some dwarvish outfit that is going to fit me because...” she plucked at her now over-large sleeves - “I look patENTly ridiculous.”

She brightENTed slightly as Fuin rolled by. Was her jerkin padded with leaves? Good gracious. Well, at least she didn’t look as ridiculous as Fuin.

“You, uh, you doing all right there Fuin?” ventured Silarien cautiously. My, Fuin looked taller than normal. And were those Giant Tortoises? Or had @Aduchil just been cutting the white powder with more flour lately? The elf rubbed her eyes blearily. What wouldn’t she give for a pumpkin spice latte.
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Kistrel moved her palps as if in amusement at Silarien (@Silhouette and Fuin (@Fuin Elda). At the former's request though, the giant spider scampered off. Some time later, she returned with dwarf clothing, a beard, and a helmet made out of sticks, leaves, and a variety of tree branches to represent an "axe" and a "shield." Actual axes naturally were not allowed out in public in Fangorn of course.

Kistrel gave Silarien these items, with silk still on most of them. She also waved her forelegs and her palps as if to remind the elf about the items she bought from the previous performance in Mordor.

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... TEN HOURS LATER FOLLOWING BEGINNING OF THE OVERTURE

WEATHER: RAINING, THE GRASSY STAGE'S SOIL WILL BE MUDDY IF YOU STEP ON IT

PROMPT ONE: BREAK THE ICE AND TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER. THIS PROMPT WILL LAST FOR ONE WEEK

@Giliathriel @Fuin Elda @Queen Nerwen @Silhouette @Dimcairien Luiniel @Androthelm @Lirimaer @Fairy Nuff: It is raining, and the more you walk on the grassy stage the more muddy it will get. Walk around the stage and complain to Gandalf about the rain. If you are Gandalf, respond accordingly. You will be assigned words to use in your RP and will be assigned how many times you need to use said word, feel free to look up those words in case you do not know them.

@Giliathriel: Your assigned word is "sepiment." Please use this word at least 1 time in your post. Your brother, Oin, is currently played by a pet rock named Rocky.

@Fuin Elda: Your assigned word is "xenobiotic." Please use this word at least 2 times in your post. Your brothers, Bifur and Bofur, are currently played by a pink tortoise and a black tortoise respectfully.

@Queen Nerwen: Your assigned word is "scallom." Please use this word at least 3 times in your post.

@Silhouette: Your assigned word is "narcohypnia." Please use this word at least 5 times in your post.

@Dimcairien Luiniel: Your assigned word is "homiletics." Please use this word at least 2 times in your post. Your brother, Dwalin, is currently played by a pet rock named Marshmallow.

@Androthelm: Your assigned word is "tree." Please use this word at least 2 times in your post.

@Lirimaer: Your assigned word is "vermiform." Please use this word at least 4 times in your post.

@Fairy Nuff: Your assigned word is "water." Please use this word at least 1 time in your post.

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Minu glanced around the 'stage', eyeing the set dressing, the stalls and the backstage area all at once without needing to move. Clearly, the audience here were all pretty good at suspending disbelief, either that or nobody gave a fredegaring fred about what the audience thought. Anyway. She'd arrived early, stood around waiting for ages for the costumer to dress her, and been completely ignored.

Perhaps she'd still ... oh Melkor's hairy armpit - she was still cloaked in shadow! Shifting slightly, she stepped into the light, allowed herself to acclimatise and decided to costume herself. An old grey nightgown slipped easily over her own clothes, and a grey bucket hat fitted over her head. While some curling air plants would do well as a beard, a fallen branch (if trimmed) would make for a good staff. She readied herself to be stuck in the trappings of an old man, sewing her new beard into her niqab with some neat, quick stitches. It made for a slightly vermiform effect, with the curling fronds dangling down her chest like so many jellyfish tentacles, but judging from the comment by Fingsanya, it still looked vaguely like a beard. The director had stumbled over her name, but that was a personal triumph, and although she was pleased to be called by it once more, no one needed to know the journey she'd been on to lose it, and it would endanger many (not least herself) if her former name came to light here. There'd be a few more vermiform things then - most concerningly - her, lying in a shallow grave. She wasn't keen on that.

Speaking of vermiform things though, the food on offer here was a little exotic. Protein in the form of mushrooms were long and thin, lying in some kind of congealed mass - clearly having been left too long. She could smell the deadly sweetness of the poison in them, and took a cupful, sealing the metal half-tankard with a stopper and putting it into her scrip.

The grass on the 'stage' was rather waterlogged due to the weather, and this was more unsettling than the whole ambience of Mordor where rain was a scarce commodity. "Is it going to rain for the whole production?" she remarked to the short creatures near her. It was rather a surprise to realise this was the Elf who'd played Azog. Clearly the Elf was doing something freaky to its biology to be so short - she wondered why it hadn't handed itself over to the Dark Lord for experimentation if it was into that sort of thing. There was a whole volunteer sector for weirdoes in Mordor, but eh, she supposed acting was one of those freak sectors. She wasn't going to comment on the facial hair either, or the vermiform unwashed hair ... Dwarves, ugh. She shuddered, and concentrated on her breathing ... thinking wizardly thoughts. She'd got the script and read it carefully. Basically her role was to incite folk into action and then wander off, claiming she had something important to do. Not a bad gig.

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Fuin glared at Sil Some more and wobbled off her ability to move still hampered by the fact that she was still stuffed to the brim costume wise with leaves and then her head started to sing "NOOooooooooooooooooooooo" Came the terrified howl of fear and then Fuin was once again on her belly as she shrank into the round ball of costuming and leaves Eventually she wiggled her way back free as her 'brothers' Bifur and Bofur started chewing on the leaves at the bottom of the pants.

Apparently she was suppose to complain about something to Gandalf she found someone that was dressed in, grey. At least she was sure it was grey she wiggle her legs and swung Bifurtle and Bofurtle towards 'Gandalf' (Liri and began muttering. "What are you talking about Vermiform? More like xenobiotic these beards and leaves." She muttered. "Never mind out xenobiotic the mud is getting from all this rain and the turtle things and -" She wiggled her leg swinging 'Bifurtle' about so she was facing the Mithrandir actor better... well as better as one can when they are the shape of a giant ball made out of leaves stuck in the mud. "Can you help me up please tell me you were smart enough not to drink that draught I swear I'm possibly going to die from these leaves, and if not them I'll drown in this mud and I don't think it's time for the black stream scene yet." As she tried to shake her 'brothers' from her feet in case Minu tried to help her up.
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“Ew,” the elf remarked, peeling a particularly long and sticky strand of silk from her new “garments”. With a furtive look around for onlookers, Silarien slid out of her too-large outfit and into her new garb. It was a bit rustly. And not at all soft. The costuming department was definitely underfunded.

Pouting outrageously, the tiny Silarien waddled over to the staging area, which was disgustingly muddy and slippy. This was even more hazardous given that she had been reduced to the height of about three and a bit feet. A grey garbed woman Silarien vaguely recognised from the last production began speaking to her.

“Is it going to rain for the whole production?”

Silarien shrugged her tiny shoulders at Minu @Lirimaer. “I’ve really no idea,” she grumbled in her tiny squeaky voice, rolling her eyes eloquently at the dreadful scenes around them. “This place gives me the CREEPS, and I like old forests. It reminds me of a ghost story I heard once, in Mirkwood. Gather round.”

She beckoned at her audience: mostly tortoises with a slight scattering of old pet rocks.

“Deep in the fastness of Mirkwood,” Silarien began, trying and failing to make her squeaky voice sound sepulchral and creepy, “there lives a being named... Narcohypnia!”

She clapped her hands together sharply in an attempt to evoke a jump scare. It sounded pathetic, like a mouse farting.

“Legend has it,” she continued, desperately grasping for gravitas, “that if you creep to one of the black streams in Mirkwood and look deep into it to see your own reflection, and say Narcohypnia’s name thrice:

Narcohypnia!
Narcohypnia!
Narcohypnia!


Then the forest spirit will appear to you in place of your own reflection and offer you a boon. But when you bend down to the water to hear her whispers, she’ll drag you in - and you’ll be drowned, or else cast up on the shore in a deep sleep, dreaming of that which you most wished for!”

Silarien waggled her miniature fingers in a spooky fashion.

“Oh well,” she continued glumly, “we could wish for something more palatable in terms of refreshments.”
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Fuin was sort of sat on the soft mass of leaves that made up her Bombur sized bottom as Sil told her scary story, though honestly you need only slip into that water for that to happen no need for the name. She semi rolled semi bounced her way over to Sil ho was suppose to be playing Fili? Was it Kili? One of the pretty ones anyways.

"You notice the nonsense with the words?" Fuin muttered under her breath 'elbowing' Sil in the side which really was more of almost rolling over her with how big she was with all the leaf stuffing. "I think this plays a bit rigged," as she worked to steady herself since her feet were not currently actually touching the ground "is it the blooming spider or the other blue haired one that's got it out for us?" With that she flailed a bit at Bofurtle attempted to eat some more of her leaf stuffing after she'd only just gotten back balanced.
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"That was a masterful performance, Madam Sil." called Halfan, crossing from the refreshment table to the mucky stage, his charcoal braids swinging and a wineskin bouncing beneath his arm. "Though, I might be careful summoning up spirits o' the dark wood, with a dark and... well, spirited wood nearby. Meaning no offense to the tree-folk, of course." it was a somewhat offensive thing to say, but Halfan only waved generally at Shrubstache in the distance as though that made it all better. "Seems to me, a wood-sprite is more likely to jump out and get you. Meaning no offense to the wood-sprites, of course." This time he only waved generally at the forest around them.

"But Miss Min--er, or should it be Master Gandalf? Isn't this weather but terrible eh?" Halfan, pleased with his delivery, proceeded to rest his tired legs -- sitting down directly in a boggy patch of grass.
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Silarien nervously shredded one of her sleeve leaves. There was an array of bruised fruit on offer. One of them was large, round, and hairy - almost like a severed dwarf head, but the stone tablet read “CoCOnuT”. How they were supposed to actually eat them, Silarien had no idea.

Something was gently nudging her from behind - one of the tortoises. Gingerly, Silarien picked up one of the blackened bananas and dropped it for the animal. “Leave Fuin alone,” she gently admonished it. If they started eating the leaf outfits, soon the Company would be naked, and that would attract entirely the wrong kind of audience.

“Do you have a lot of experience with tree spirits?” she asked Halfan doubtfully. “Normally they’re all right as long as you don’t approach with axe and flame.”
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She arrived slightly late to the Forest of Fangorn, but considering the majority of the inhabitants of the forest were Ents, she doubted that her slight tardiness was of notice. Upon arrival, she noticed a handful of familiar faces from the previous production, which immediately dashed all hopes that the incendiary performance had been a dream. She knew enough about ents and their fear of ire to hope that no fiery performances would occur this time.

Looking around, it appeared that the actor portraying Dwalin had yet to arrive and at the moment was being played by a pet rock. She stooped down and picked it up and muttered, "I guess you won't be giving any homiletics."

With a sigh (and Marshmallow in tow), she headed for the makeup area, once again managed by that horrid spider Kistrel. This time though, it seemed that there was some ent draught for the purposes of theatrical performances, including one that advertised shrinking instead of growing. "Well, it won't hurt to try," Dimcairien groaned, once again wondering what on earth had provoked her to continue in this charade of a performance.

Before long, the now slightly shorter elf (though still a bit on the tall side for a dwarf) was ready for the next disaster of a performance to begin. She briefly wondered if Balin would be required to call upon homiletics again for this performance as the previous scene had seemed to be a bit of the backflash nature. What this scene would be she had absolutely no idea and hoped that scripts would be produced soon.

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Seeing that one of the actors arrived, Fingsanya skipped towards and waved at her. Unfortunately the rain had begun to clean the blue dye off of her hair, so that it was becoming a shoddy mix of brown and blue.

"Hello! You must be Dimcairien. Welcome to the show! As you can see, we have already started, so please walk on the muddy stage. You are to talk about this fun weather we are having. Is it not a blessing to have rain in a forest?"


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Tree Rollins, Southern Mirkwood Huorn

Tree Rollins, a huorn from Southern Mirkwood, honestly was not all that interested in the finer points of viewing theatrical entertainment. His roots had blackened due to the darkness in Mirkwood. In truth he had traveled all the way over to Fangorn in order to have "fun" and maybe harm some annoying creatures along the way.

Retrieving a rotten apple from one of his tree branches, he flung it high in the air, hoping to hit that disguised elf (Silarien) (@Sil). Tree Rollins held a grudge against all elves for deserting Southern Mirkwood and favoring the Northern Mirkwood trees. For some reason, the elf had somehow used her cunning to become shorter, but that did not fool the huorn one bit.


@Nienna You have 48 hours to throw a projectile at any one of the actors. 1 projectile only please

@Fuin Elda @Sil @Dimcairien Luiniel @Androthelm @Lirimaer: Welcome to the Rotten Tomato Mini-Game. You have 72 hours from this post to try to dodge projectiles thrown by the audience. Tree Rollins has thrown a rotten apple at you Sil, btw.

Unlocked achievements will be posted later.

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The rain had not abated. The foliage of the forest was so thick that, rather than being lashed with the endless drivel, the trees were gratefully collecting most of the water in their broad leaves and, as soon as they became full, would deposit their gatherings in a hefty sploosh, quite startling to any who might be caught beneath it. Tiny Silarien nervously edged away from some of these leaf-falls before brightening; she picked up a particularly large leaf, still with stem and twig attached, and lifted it above her miniaturised head like an umbrella. This, at least, was some advantage of being quarter-sized: as a full size Elf it would have barely sufficed to shield her.

“Hello, @Dimcairien Luiniel,” Silarien squeaked out: it appeared that her fellow actress had also partaken of the bizarre Ent-draught, albeit in smaller quantities. “How have you been - Oh!”

With her leaf Silarien tried to bat away a rotten apple that had been very slowly hurled at her by a Huorn. “Whatever was that for?” she meeped, crossly.
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Fuin for her part let out a tiny shriek as she saw the apple get hurled at Silarien the apple was easily the side of her head it could kill her. Actually she was starting to question if she'd been given too much because honestly it was starting to get rather difficult to stay abreast of all the leaves, the good news was, that if she did get hit with an apple she would not feel it she had too much padding as long as she tucked her head in like a turtle. which reminded her she wasn't sure where her Turtle brothers were though she was certain Sil had gotten them to stop eating her leaf stuffing as she attempted to peak out of the costuming that was somehow 'growing' That or she was shrinking some more it was a terrible thing.

She wiggled her little arms free and grabbed the collar of her costume and decided she was going to use it like a protective hampster ball of leaves and clothing and roll away from the apple throwing ents.
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It was rather a surprise to have her thoughts replayed back as if she'd spoken. She would need to be careful around the strange Elf who'd drunk some of the Entwash? and was currently crawling around in the leaf litter, followed by large tortoises. She was so surprised, and concentrating on shielding her mind, in fact, that she ignored the request to help Fuin up, and just stared at her.

She was distracted shortly by the shrill voice of a tiny creature. Minu raised an eyebrow at the miniature Elf, Sil, who was talking a load of cobblers. "Are you from up North?" she asked kindly, wondering if she just couldn't pronounce Necromancer, and inwardly despairing if there were a lot of mad Elves invoking the name of the Dark Lord on a dare. "Have you been drinking home brew?"

Halfan, a Dwarf, was gamely entering into the spirit of talking about the weather like a seasoned farmhand. Minu noted his regal mien and flowing locks and felt a stirring in her loins. "Excuse me," she said to the Thorin actor, "I must, er... excuse me!" She found a place wherewith to soothe her need and resolved not to drink quite so much of the local water, since the Facilities were so primitive.

The positive insanity of encouraging the audience to chuck things at the players was terribly unsettling. It neither provided the players with much impetus to act (although hubris solved that issue; Actors, honestly) nor gave the audience the idea that the players were worth much at all. She was the largest person on the stage right now, and hiding behind the scenery was undignified. No one appeared to be throwing anything right now, but she was prepared to pick up one of these small actors and use them as a shield if necessary.

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ROTTEN TOMATO MINI GAME RESULTS:

@Sil You rolled a 1! The rotten apple completely misses you so your large leaf is still intact.

I will post the scores for your vocab usage and the hidden achievements you have unlocked tomorrow!

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"Arf arf!" barked a large dog reminiscent of a St. Bernard. But since there were no "St. Bernards" in Middle Earth (that we know of), the large dog was known as a Misty Mountains Rescuer. The dog ran up to Fingsanya, immediately licking her face.

"Aww, aren't you a good boy," Fingsanya responded, "You look thirsty. Why not have a drink?"

"*pant* *pant*" responded the dog, as the Misty Mountains Rescuer wagged his tail, moving off to the location where the Experimental Ent Draughts were.

"Hmm, where is the actor for Bilbo (@Fairy Nuff)" wondered Fingsanya, "Ooh, I have an idea! I just need to make a 'Bilbo' sign..."

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PROMPT 2: TALK ABOUT THE WIZARDS YOU KNOW THAT CAN POSSIBLY GET RID OF THIS RAIN. THIS PROMPT WILL LAST FOR ONE WEEK
WEATHER: STILL RAINING. STILL MUDDY


@Bonafide Badass @CHAOS @Queen Nerwen @Sil @Dimcairien Luiniel @Androthelm @Lirimaer @Fairy Nuff: Still raining. Still muddy. Now you shall complain that you need a wizard who can control the elements. Talk about all the wizards you know. You will be assigned words to use in your RP and will be assigned how many times you need to use said word, feel free to look up those words in case you do not know them. If you are Gandalf, specifically mention Radagast the Brown.

@Bonafide Badass Your assigned word is "piscary." Please use this word at least 2 times in your post.

@CHAOS Your assigned word is "soteriology." Please use this word at least 5 times in your post.

@Queen Nerwen: Your assigned word is "jural." Please use this word at least 1 time in your post.

@Sil: Your assigned word is "oligochrome." Please use this word at least 2 times in your post.

@Dimcairien Luiniel: Your assigned word is "expurgate." Please use this word at least 2 times in your post.

@Androthelm: Your assigned word is "cherry." Please use this word at least 3 times in your post.

@Lirimaer: Your assigned word is "basilicon." Please use this word at least 3 times in your post.

@Fairy Nuff: Your assigned word is "dogwood." Please use this word at least 3 times in your post.

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Fuin looked at the word that she was suppose to use. "Soteriology? What the hecking Fredegar is soteriology?" Honestly if Fuin was completely honest she really didn't care, she had decided she was going to treat this like how she messed with Aigronding, and confused him by using 'Meow' instead of now. She had no qualms with such methods especially if she had to use this word five blinking times though it wouldn't be nearly as subtle as that. She didn't blame Sil on her use of... whatever that silly word was necrosomething or something. "HEY MITHRANDIR your Soteriology-ist backside needs to soteriology get rid of this rain. This is absolutely ridiculous I can't exactly escape sinking into this muck. Get Manwe and his cloud loving soteriology back side to shut off the taps." She grumped to the player that was playing Mithrandir (Minu/Lirimaer) knowing full well that they really couldn't actually do anything to reach out to Manwe about the rain before giving them a wink letting them know infact she did not blame them for the rain... That said she had a sudden thought.

"Oi Ulmo. Taps, they can be shut off please or I'll bloody well drown in the middle of this forest and I'm no where near the blinking river." She called up to the sky because honestly, who ever thought that a maiar could actually control the rain. Saruman certainly couldn't he was Aule's pet, and Radagast was Yavanna was not so useful with rain. And Alatar and Pallando well who knew where they were dead for all anyone knew or corrupted by Sauron or drunk off their minds on a beach in Far Harad. Made more sense to talk to Ulmo directly, though Manwe might work too. Pity Mithrandir wasn't ACTUALLY here. "OH you could drown whoever is coming up with these words though and dump all the rain on them instead?" She said offering her little prayer to Ulmo.

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PROMPT 1 VOCABULARY POINTS AND UNLOCKED HIDDEN ACHIEVEMENTS



@Lirimaer You earned 5 out of 4 individual points for seamlessly including "vermiform" enough times in your post. You earned 1 extra point for such exemplary work. You unlocked "TEACHER'S PET (earn extra point(s) on the Fangorn vocabulary mini-game) (+10 individual points)," "MELKOR'S WHAT? (reference Melkor in a non-conventional manner) (+10 individual points)," "FOURTH WALL BREAKER (break the Fourth Wall in your first post) (+5 individual points)," "FLEXIBLE ROLE-PLAYER (successfully justify another RPer's questionable actions) (+20 points)," and "CONSTANT VIGILANCE (defend yourself in the Rotten Tomato Mini-Game without anyone ever targeting you) (+10 individual points)."

@CHAOS You earned 2 out of 2 individual points for adequately including "xenobiotic" enough times in your post. You unlocked "FOURTH WALL BREAKER (break the Fourth Wall in your first post) (+5 individual points)," "I LIKE TORTOISES (interact with tortoises) (+5 individual points)," "WORKOUT PLAN (as Bombur, lose weight sometime during the RPG) (+5 individual points)," "MIND READER (Somehow read the mind of another RPer) (+5 individual points)," and "CONSTANT VIGILANCE (defend yourself in the Rotten Tomato Mini-Game without anyone ever targeting you) (+10 individual points)."

@Sil You earned 3 out of 5 individual points for including the word "narcohypnia" enough times, but did not convince the GM that the usage was an acceptable way to use "narcohypnia." You unlocked, "FOURTH WALL BREAKER (break the Fourth Wall in your first post) (+5 individual points)," "I LIKE TORTOISES (interact with tortoises) (+5 individual points)," "YOU DON'T NEED A LIVING PET (interact with pet rocks) (+5 individual points)," and "TALL TALE (make up an outrageous story that probably is not true) (+5 individual points)."

@Androthelm You earned 3 out of 2 individual points for seamlessly including "tree" enough times in your post. You earned 1 extra point for such exemplary work. You unlocked "TEACHER'S PET (earn extra point(s) on the Fangorn vocabulary mini-game) (+10 individual points)," "FOURTH WALL BREAKER (break the Fourth Wall in your first post) (+5 individual points)," and "WRONG FRANCHISE I (remind the GM of a character from another franchise) (+10 individual points)."

@Dimcairien Luiniel You earned 3 out of 2 individual points for seamlessly including "homiletics" enough times in your post. You earned 1 extra point for such exemplary work. You unlocked "TEACHER'S PET (earn extra point(s) on the Fangorn vocabulary mini-game) (+10 individual points)," "FOURTH WALL BREAKER (break the Fourth Wall in your first post) (+5 individual points)," "YOU DON'T NEED A LIVING PET (interact with pet rocks) (+5 individual points)," and "FASHIONABLY LATE (technically arrive late but post before the end of the first prompt) (+10 individual points)."

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The apple missed the miniaturised Elf completely, falling with the faintest of thumps into the leaf mould, where it began sinking down with an unpleasant glooping noise. Silarien shuddered and looked away. Clearly the processes of decay and renewal were about the only things that happened in a timeous fashion in Fangorn.

Miserably, she looked up, moving her leaf aside to look into Minu’s face. “Uh. No, but I’d love some home brew,” she said hopefully. More rain trickled into her face; the skies above, where they were visible through the thick grey-green canopy, were that curiously oligochrome shade, washed out by the hideous massing clouds that continued to dribble onto the entire Company. The only persons displaying any sort of vigour whatever were a large Dog creature who was obnoxiously flirting with Fingsanya, and Fuin, who was praying with great fervour to the Valar.

“Never mind the Valar,” said Silarien blasphemously to a tortoise: “what we need is one of the Wizards. One of the Blue Wizards, preferably, to bring back some blue sky; we need some colour back in this Forest, not this dreary, oligochrome nonsense.”

A large splat of water squelched onto her leaf and rolled off onto the ground. Silarien looks directly into the camera and sighs dramatically.
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Minu glanced around the area and went to stand under a particularly large and leafy branch, avoiding the main thrust of the rain. She could hear the little Elf talking about wizards, and might have joined in, but in actual fact she knew nothing about wizards in the slightest. Well, not real ones, who might affect the weather. She knew all about charlatans and sleight-of-hand tricksters, of course, she'd learned a few tricks from the best, as had her sister, but only real magics she knew were dark, dark as treacle and just as sweetly devastating, a basilicon sliding under the skin like fresh bruises, and choking her on the way out in clouds of inky darkness. Aye. She knew sorcery, with its heady aroma of opium and anise, liquorice-sweet with a sour bite. No wizards ever came that far south; only the sorcerors, touched by the Dark Lord and spreading pain and fear before them.

Much like this rain, which was spreading ill-will and misery amongst the players. What was the point of a tree canopy if the canopy didn't keep the rain out? Slackers, the deciduous trees in this part of the world - didn't they know how hard their ancient relatives in the forests of her homeland worked, making the forest work for its rain by storing it on large leaves in the canopy, and then, for half a year, drowning everything in the forest, heat and wet making for some interesting animals, plantlife and insects though to be sure. It was surely why the sorcerors headed so far south, seeking the poisons and other useful properties for their work, following the alchemists and refining their ointments and unguents until they had a basilicon for every malady under the sun, and more still for the workers in the shadows - that might hasten death or loosen the tongue, to still the mind or to set it ablaze, to burn with a swipe, or to freeze. Such basilicons were only for the masters of their art: the shadowdancers, or more truly for those who owned them, for the dancers themselves were but tools to an end, and many met their own ends soon enough through similar means, for the social circle was exclusive, regularly.

Thoughts like this though were likely to send her spiralling into a black humour, and with the rain actually off her head, she nodded along to the little elf talking to a tortoise as if this were perfectly normal behaviour. Really she was quite convinced this elf was northern - if it began talking to any deer, she would know for sure. Also, that toy shop in town was a place to watch for her at. She had gone in, but there was no sign of the creature there. Unless it was working out the back, making the basic toys before they asked for them to be upgraded...

It wouldn't be long before the action started, Minu was certain, bringing her mind back to this performance. And then ... closing her eyes, Minu began imagining the next leg of their journey, hoping they would be among Men again soon, for surely she could get some news of events at a local drinking place. Among these trees, she was barely lucky to get a Good Morning before she nodded off again. She took a little pot of her own basilicon from her pocket (having to hitch up her grey nightgown to get at it) and spread a little on her fingers, massaging the unguent into her hands gently while she waited.
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Silvien, playing Gloin

Silvien strode over, unhappily trodding through the mud and the rain. Why had she ever agreed to this? Her little cottage was lovely, quiet, and quite dry, thank you very much. Instead she was here, covered in an awful costume and fake beard, and completely drenched and cold. This was worse than the time she'd been forced to intercede between two men about whether one had piscary or not. She'd ended up telling them both to find a new fishing hole, after determining that the lake couldn't support two fishermen. It had been cold, and rainy that day as well. At least she hadn't been wearing a sodden beard that day.

If only she were a wizard, or at least one of the elves with some power over the elements. What was that name that had been whispered back home in Mirkwood? Radagast? Maybe he'd be able to do something about all this damn rain. Though, as she recalled, she'd never known him to have any power over the weather. Saruman was gone, good riddance, and Gandalf would probably say something irritating, like how the rain was good for them and they'd let it fall. He'd never had to settle a dispute about piscaries in the rain and mud before.

Maybe one of the other wizards could help. There had to be more of them, right? Certainly not Caladlethril, that one barely qualified as a wizard, but there had to be others. She found a tree with thicker branches than normal and stood under it, shivering.

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Treegaryen the Redwood

Treegaryen was very upset. Not at the performances mind you, but that the redwood tree was so tall and so near the stage, he could not lower his eyes sufficiently to see what was going on. Unfortunately he was not entish enough to be able to move his roots and find a better spot to see the play.

"booooorooooooooogahhhyaaaaaamaaaaaaaaamooooooogooooooorooooooooowaaaaaaaaalaaaaaaa" Treegaryen complained in his dialect of Treeish. So angry, one of his many twigs broke loose and started dropping onto the stage, en route to hit @Dimcairien Luiniel...

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Uncle Fuldan (no relation) (presumed deceased)

Uncle Fuldan (no relation) (presumed deceased) had fled Erebor and faked his death to evade taxes. He saw the flyer for the play and has now wandered to the backstage in order to be a substitute. He was a dwarf that had a funeral 5 moons ago that he did not attend (he was on the run), and regretted not attending the after-party to take some of the food with him. Uncle Fuldan (no relation) (presumed deceased) wore a stuffy wig that was sure to fool anyone figuring out his true identity. Unfortunately the trees took all of his metal away from him so he was forced to wear his pajamas as normal attire. The dwarf was ready to replace anyone who needed to leave, so long as they did not recognize his true identity.


@Nienna You have 48 hours to throw a projectile at any one of the actors. 1 projectile only please.

@CHAOS @Negotiator @Dimcairien Luiniel @HONEY IN HER HAIR @Lirimaer : Welcome to the Rotten Tomato Mini-Game. You have 72 hours from this post to try to dodge projectiles thrown by the audience. Treegaryen has dropped a twig on you, Dimcairien by the way...

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"I am not sure there's anyone in the audience," Minu remarked caustically to the assembled company of short persons, rocks and animals hanging around in the rain, whilst peering between the trees for some sign that anyone was going to watch this travesty of a play which required some sort of dictionary consultation during every nonsensical monologue. She was wondering if she could get away with ignoring the stage directions or if she'd get fired ... and in the meantime, she held up a large rhubarb leaf and prepared to fend off rain and flying salad vegetables.

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Dimcairien, playing Balin.

Dimcairien had absolutely no idea what was going on. The previous production had gone too quickly to follow and currently this one was going far too slowly. Had the play even started yet? She genuinely didn't know. She still had the pet rock in her hands and was slowly becoming wetter and wetter. The weather here was an absolute disaster. While she didn't exactly mind rain, the rain here in Fangorn was a lot heavier than the rains she was used to in Lorien. She began to expurgate the mud from the pet rock as it wouldn't do for an actor (even an inanimate one) to get dirty when it wasn't called for.

High above her head (and slightly higher than usual due to her temporarily decreased stature) she heard the groan of an Ent and saw a twig come hurtling down towards the ground. Dimcairien quickly made an effort to get away from the impending doom. "Why did I agree to do this again," she groaned, wishing for the umteenth time that she had been able to expurgate all the memories regarding this "theatre" from her mind.

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Silarien playing Kili

This play was going absolutely dismally. There had been no rehearsal. The person playing Gandalf was clearly only listening to Silarien in a patient attempt to humour her, probably more patiently than Gandalf himself would’ve. It wouldn’t stop raining. And now the trees were growing as restive as the audience: frankly, Silarien couldn’t blame them. She cowered behind one of the tortoises in an effort to provide some cover: after all, they were large, round and sturdy, they would make a perfect shield wall if she had the time and strength to stack them up adequately.
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Fuin playing Bombur

So far she wasn't even entirely sure what she was doing, but from what she could tell none of them did. Having finally managed to escape being eaten by her 'tortoise brothers' apparently the audience was back at possibly throwing tomatoes at them. While she was quite fine with that as she doubted she'd feel a thing in this hamster ball of leaves she decided that perhaps it would be best to use some of the pet rock actors as a wall and with some finagling she managed to get several of them stacked on top of one another into a wall-ish looking barricade and hid behind it.

"Kili."

"KIli"

Maybe if we combine your tortoises and my wall we can be safe from the tomatoes for the remainder of the play and the wall can move." She whispered in a hiss hoping the fellow 'dwarf' would hear her and that the audience would not.

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A Mysterious Misty Voice

Through the rain and vapor, a Mysterious Misty Voice suddenly echoed throughout the clearing,

"I'M SORRY (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2xcnXyiIAM)."

The rain suddenly stopped. There was quite an annoyed creaking from many trees in Fangorn, as if they were not at all happy for the rain stopping, however.

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Tortoise

Tortoise slowly opened his mouth.... and then closed it in response to Silarien. Coincidentally the clouds began clearing up

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PROMPT 2 VOCABULARY POINTS, ROTTEN TOMATO RESULTS, AND UNLOCKED HIDDEN ACHIEVEMENTS

@Fuin Elda You earned a 5 out of 5 for causing the GM to laugh and neglect to count the amount of times you used "soteriology" in a post. You unlocked "FREDEGAR (create a new curse word using an assigned word) (+10 individual points)," "MEOW (use the word 'meow' in a post) (+5 individual points)." and "ULMO'S WORLD (successfully convince Ulmo to do something) (+20 individual points)."

@HONEY IN HER HAIR You earned a 2 out of 2 for using your assigned word enough times in your post. You unlocked "BFME (Remind the GM of something from the Battle for Middle Earth games) (+10 individual points)," GOOD LUCK TORTOISE (successfully use the power of the tortoise to have a coincidental event happen) (+20 individual points)," and "SIGH (cause the GM to raise an eyebrow at your sigh) (+5 individual points)."

@Lirimaer You earned a 3 out of 3 for using your assigned word competently and sufficiently enough in your post. You unlocked "SPACED OUT (make a long meaningful quality RP post while looking like a clueless person on stage who forgot their lines) (+30 points), "MERRY CHRISTMAS (remind the GM of the holiday of Christmas in your post) (+10 individual points)," and "BOTCHAMANIA (epically fail in following assigned stage direction) (+1 point)."

@Giliathriel You earned a 2 out of 2 for using your assigned word. You unlocked "I WAS HERE ALL ALONG (appear in the scene as if you were always there) (+10 individual points)," "YER THE 6TH WIZARD, HARRY (mention a non-canonical wizard) (+10 individual points)."

@Dimcairien Luiniel You rolled a 1! You successfully dodge the piece of wood. You have earned a 3 out of 2 for your seamless use of expurgate, as I had to look closely to check. Good job. You unlocked "DID YOU JUST USE THE "L" WORD? (the GM noticed you reference Lorien, the rival wood to Fangorn in your post) (+10 individual points)."

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PROMPT TREE (three): ENTER RADAGAST (and Sebastian)

Because it is Prompt Tree (three), the ents dispersed throughout the forest are reinforcing and scaffolding the learning of new words to the huorns, so there will not be a Fangorn Vocabulary Mini-Game this round.

@FROM HERE TO THERE You are to enter the "stage" and play dead. Radagast will try to cure you of your ailments using suspicious-looking experimental methods. Respond accordingly.

@KingODuckingham It is time. Run to the "stage," examine the dying plants, examine the dying animals, and examine Sebastian. Try to revive Sebastian.

@Giliathriel @HONEY IN HER HAIR @Queen Nerwen @Fuin Elda @Dimcairien Luiniel @Lirimaer @Fairy Nuff: You are all now stagehands for this prompt. Place dead plants and dead animals on the stage (they are invading pests disrupting the ecosystem of Fangorn, so the trees do not care for them. Use whatever dead plant or animal you want. It could also be metaphorical) as props.

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Minu blinked. She wasn't entirely sure that she'd heard the stage directions properly. Go and get dead plants and animals and strew them onto the 'stage'? Did they mean them to look alive? Or was it meant to look like carnage? Since she had no desire to be wandering through a bloodbath, she slipped between the trees and went in search of a rabbit warren, a stiletto dropping from within her sleeve into her hand in a silent manoeuvre.

A couple of hours later she was walking back through the forest to the 'theatre' with a brace of soft-bodied bunnies, which she deposited in strategic poses all around the 'stage' - mostly 'sleeping', or 'hiding in the grasses' (which could possibly be interpreted as 'died in their sleep' if you were feeling generous) but one she lay over one of the large rocks; from a distance it might look like the bunny was frozen mid-leap, but if the idea was actually 'death valley', then perhaps the bunny would look like some kind of sacrifice.

It was certainly easier than finding dead plants, or creating dead plants, in a place where the trees were sentient and volatile pro-life activists, particularly with regard to the local flora.

Minu thought probably she ought to go and read her script again. She wasn't entirely sure where she'd left it though ...

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Silarien

She looked at the tortoise. The tortoise looked at her. With a slow, creaking movement, it shut its jaw, abruptly.

The rain stopped.

Silarien blinked. The tortoise blinked back.

“Well, that was weird,” she ventured.

The tortoise said nothing.

Place dead plants and animals on the stage

“This isn’t a script!” Silarien declared crossly. “These are - these are stage hand instructions! I was hired to be a STAR!”

She folded her tiny arms crossly and stamped her tiny, tiny foot. It was adorable.

“Well - FINE, I suppose,” she snapped, looking around for something she could use as a weapon. Her eye fell upon one of the pet rocks. That would make a handy bludgeon...

Three hours later, just like Minu

An exhausted, blood-smeared, miniature elf staggered back into the clearing. Behind her she was dragging the corpse of a badger, whom she had beaten to death in a thrilling 45 minute encounter, during which she had also discovered that the pet rock had actually just been a very sleepy tortoise who had shortly become a very angry tortoise and then a very murderous tortoise.

(A league behind, the tortoise is also returning to the clearing, bringing his own contribution to the proceedings. I wonder what it is?)

Huffing with effort Silarien yeeted the dead badger in the direction of the “stage” and sat down, panting heavily.

“There,” she declared.
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Fuin.

Looked at all the work that Minu and Sil had put into getting dead things for the stage. It seemed like an awful lot of work for very little pay off. At least they didn't have to come up with some silly way of saying an odd word which honestly was perhaps the worst part of the whole thing.

And as she sat and pondered for several minutes how to do this more efficently now that she could see the others had done so in a most... fantastic fashion. Yes that was the word she was going to use for it. She had a brilliant lazy idea. Which honestly.

with Silariens angry stamping honestly Fuin was shocked she hadn't thought of it with her cry that she was suppose to be a star.

Fuin ROLLED herself onto the stage somehow managing to keep a wine goblet from the craft services department in hand and unspilled and in Dramatic Hamlet fashion not that she actually knew what that was... BUT something over came her and she rolled onto stage and stood in the center of it taking the spotlight for a moment and in a tiny and squeaky voice that seemed to be far louder than it should be at the moment

"God will free you from blame. I’ll follow you to heaven in a minute.—I’m dying, Horatio.—Goodbye, miserable queen.—And all you people watching, pale and trembling, speechless spectators of these acts, I could tell you a thing or two if I had the time (though this cruel officer, Death, doesn’t allow much free time). Let it be.—Horatio, I’m dying. You’re alive. Tell everyone what happened; set the story straight." She said looking at Silarien.

With that she drank from the goblet and rolled onto her back dead. Well play dead.

maybe if she was lucky she wouldn't have to do any more of those silly words. if she was not lucky she very much hoped the leaf litter padding was enough that she wouldn't be squashed if anyone checked to see if she was in fact dead. She let the goblet clatter to the stage floor.

Yes. This was a magnificient death. And more or less filled the stage hand requirements that she'd suddenly been expected to perform.

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Silarien, Kili

It seemed the badger wasn’t all the way dead.

The bloody corpse shifted on the stage. Was that just a feature of its nervous system? Perhaps reverberations caused from @Fuin Elda rolling heavily onto the stage? Silarien tensed up.

The dark muzzle twitched. A yellow eye blinked open, then rolled back into the skull. An exhale of hot breath rattled from the ribcage.

“There, now you’re dead,” Silarien declared, with more confidence than she felt. She had no real desire to be sharing the boards with a concussed and extremely angry badger.

But speaking of those creaking and metaphorical boards, given the actual “stage” was more of a bog, Fuin was taking up most of that space and dramatically squeaking out a farewell to all. Silarien gasped and clapped her tiny hands to her cheeks.

“Who’s Horatio?” she asked urgently. Where were the medic team? Where was Kirstel?? Had Fuin choked on a nut??? This was clearly an emergency. Heedless of the scene, the small elf scampered over to her fallen fellow-“dwarf” and made to shake Fuin, possibly causing some of her leaf stuffing to dislodge. “What story should I be telling?” she howled urgently into Fuin’s pointy ear.

There was an ominous creak.

The badger was stirring
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Fuin Bombur

She was lying there half a sleep after all someone could roll her 'dead' body off the stage when the time came when she heard Sil's high pitched voice clearly confused about her monologue not that she could rightly explain it while on stage... She was dead after all. However Sil seemed to rush up to her and be in a right proper panic so the fellow deminuitived elf cracked open an eye that she hoped nobody else could see that wasn't back stage and was about to signal Sil to roll her failing leaf stuffing off stage so she could talk freely when there was a creak. And her head 'dead' though she was snapped twoards the badger and her hand which was near Silarien snapped shut round her wrist.

"Don't you DARE LEAVE ME HERE THAT"S YOUR DEAD BADGER." She screamed as loudly as one could in a whisper her blue eyes wide with fear. Where was a pet rock when they needed one to give it one more good bash over the head. WHERE was everyone else surely they couldn't have just left the two shrunk elves to their own devises. That was dangerous at the best of times. Clearly.

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Silarien, Kili

Silarien let out a sigh of relief as Fuin’s eye popped open. This quickly transmuted into a scream as the other elf’s hand snapped shut around her wrist like a manacle.

“Oh no, the badger!” Silarien whisper-shrieked back to @Fuin Elda. This was truly uncanny. The stage was silent, as though everyone were frozen in stone except for the pair of them and the semi-conscious, probably concussed and definitely angry badger, who was clawing furiously at the air. Very likely his vision was impaired and he couldn’t tell where they were.

Speaking of stones...

Silarien placed her fingers between her lips and whistled. One of the tortoises slooowwwwwly raised its head and began to amble over. Silarien made a frantic beckoning motion with her hands. “No time for your sedate pace,” she moaned. “Get over here and distract that thing!”

Fortunately, the audience and the rest of the cast and crew appeared to be paying no attention to this tableau whatsoever.
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Fuin, Bombur

Fuin didn't really let go of @Sil "You'll have to roll me." She squeaked in terror. Looking at Sil who looked confused at the request "I cannot get back up. You'll have to toss roll me." She squeaked again. Collapsing onto ones back when your costume was a giant sack of stuffled leaves that turned you into a ball was not a good plan, especially not with a concussed badger near by. And the tortoise as come so very very slowly.

If it were not for the fact that it seemed as if everyone else had fallen asleep while watching the snail paced play (Fuin figured the tortoises didn't help that) they seemed to be on their own entirely when she felt a tug on her costumes leg and she let out wail of terror as she realized it was the badger having finally thrashed its way close enough and ripped into the leaf litter leg...

"ROLL ME! ROLL ME!"

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Silarien, Kili

With agonising slowness, inch by inch, the tortoise ambled along, its feet squelching in the mud.

“You’ll have to roll me!” @Fuin Elda cried.

Silarien looked down helplessly at Fuin. Leaf stuffing was slowly leaking from the Elf, making her look extremely dramatic. At least the padding would protect her from any rough handling, Silarien supposed. She tentatively put her hands on Fuin’s Dwarf Costume. Her fingers crunched into the leaves...

The tortoise carried on. The badger was emitting a low growling noise of frustration as it finally settled, blocking the creature’s route to the Elves on stage.

Silarien shoved harder. Alas: although Fuin appeared to be spherical, and thus easy to roll, since it was just leaf padding it was squashing down. “You’re not making this very easy,” she squeaked, before realising the problem as Fuin shrieked again. The badger had evaded the tortoise and had latched onto the leg of Fuin’s breeches!

“Well, do something!” Silarien yelped to the tortoise and to the rest of the cast and the audience, who were being very unfeeling about this situation in general as she gave Fuin an extra-vigorous tug.
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Fuin Bombur

Fuin was now in tears as she felt her breeches ripping the badger angrily tore into the left leg. "I don't want to die by concussed badger!" She half shrieked half wailed in pitiful high pitched manner. She grabbed onto Silarien with her other hand kicking pitifully with her one leg to try to get the badger off when she had an idea. Desperate and not something she overly wanted to do but it would be better than having ones legged chewed off by an ornery badger.

"QUICK get these braces off me she said letting go of one of Sil's hands so that she could slip the bracers that kept the top portion of her costume to the bottom. She would rather be running around as half a Bombur losing their leaf stuffing to the disturbance of the audience cast, and very likely Scrubstache.

Moments later Fuin had managed to wiggle her way out of the leaf stuffed pants that were being torn into further by a very very angry badger while the tortoise in question continued to slowly amble... somewhere leaving tiny Fuin standing in a pile of leaf litter that fell from the over stuffed shirt that now hung to her ankles.

How long would it be until the badger figured out it's current target was a leaf stuffed pair of trousers. "How long do you think we have before it realizes it's just pants it's chewing on Sil?"

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