By the firelight...

[sonof_thrain]

"Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.

We must away,at break of day.
To find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height.

The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.

The trees like torches blazed with light."

Aye, scribe. Continuing on my quest is something I intend to do. No dallying about with these so called "games" and "memes" you keep going on about.

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[tapthekeg]

[Have some quiet applause Thorin.]

How beautiful yet mournful a song...

[sonof_thrain]

Indeed it is. [What kind of creature was that?]

[tapthekeg]

[She appears, at a glance, to be a large, anthropomorphic panda bear -- a red panda, to be precise, if the ringed tail is any indication. She's roughly the size of Gandalf, if not slightly taller.]

You have a lovely voice.

[As for the other part...]

Sadly, if you are here, then you are already staying, most likely. However, time in your own world does not pass -- when you return home from wherever you are here, it will be as if you never left.

[sonof_thrain]

[He nodded in respect.]

I have never come across anything like you before. You are a woman? [Yes, Thorin, it was a she. Well done.]

[tapthekeg]

[Well, Thorin could always have been a gentleman and not looking down the gap in her armor... but yes. Though small, those are, in fact, breasts.]

I am. A pandaren, since you are unfamiliar with my race.

[She clasps her hands together, puts her feet against one another, and bows at the waist -- a "karate" bow, with her eyes never off Thorin, but still a respectful bow to a prince none the less.]

I am Lihau Pyrestout, a Brewmaster.

[sonof_thrain]

[He wasn't looking at her gap. He heard her voice.]

Thorin, son of Thror, son of Thrain. King Under the Mountain. [He nodded.]

Brewmaster? Do you brew mead or ale?

[marcurious]

Now you are, indeed, a bard I would pay gladly to see at the Bee and Barb.

[Mostly because he looks like a miniature Nord, but Marcurio has some tact.]

[sonof_thrain]

Nay, I am warrior. Thorin, son of Thror, son of Thrain. King Under the Mountain. [Or soon to be.]

These words, I have sung for many a year. We Dwarves can sing when we wish it.

[marcurious]

A dwemer? Honestly? I thought you would be...[Taller, Marcurio. The word is taller.]

Well, whatever I thought, I believed your kind to be extinct.

[sonof_thrain]

I know not what a Dwemer is. [He gave the man an odd glance.]

Nay, I am a Dwarf of Erebor. The Lonely Mountain. We are not extinct, far from it.

[marcurious]

Dwemer...Dwarves...Semantics, really. I've also heard you referred to as the deep elves. Blinders of the Falmer. Pesecuters of the Betrayed, according to what must surely be the last snow elf in existence.

But the cities of the Dwemer are empty, aside from their mechanical guardians. Crumbling. Sad, really, as they're absolutely fascinating to explore when the metal spiders and men aren't trying to kill you.

I will admit I've never heard tales of this Erebor. Is it near other ruins? Mzulft, perhaps?

[gough]

[Here's a giant, standing at about twice the size of a troll.]

And what exactly doth thy quest entail?

[sonof_thrain]

[A giant. Holy-]

A quest to reclaim my kingdom back.

[spider_kisser]

Dwarves shouldn't have to work themselves so hard all the time, your highness. Games and memes every once in awhile could be fun!

[sonof_thrain]

Perhaps to you, but not I. My mind is set on my quest.

[spider_kisser]

Gee, don't know if that makes you commendable or repremendable in my eyes.

[sonof_thrain]

You do not understand dwarves.

[spider_kisser]

I'm not sure I want to. Then again, I can understand spiders better than I can dwarves. Pretty pitiful, huh?

[bycupid]

What a pretty tune...

Might I borrow it from you?

[sonof_thrain]

Why do you wish to borrow it?

[bycupid]

To sing it, of course. To all the pretty sailors who come my way.

They like to hear my songs. Surely they'd like to hear yours.

[sonof_thrain]

Sailors? I am no sailor, my lady. But a Dwarven king.

[bycupid]

And I am no maiden. But I am still to be called a lady.

I can sing to you as well, fair king.

[regretzio]

[SWEET A JAM SESSION]

[sonof_thrain]

[Sorry but Thorin doesn't "jam"]