Story by The Nimrodellian Tale-Spinner
The storm raged as the two brigands and the warg stared at the phantom of the captain. Was it possible that he had survived, that fortune had broken the noose and left him alive and free to seek vengeance on those who had wronged him?
Story by The Nimrodellian Tale-Spinner
The Dragon’s Maw looked out at the rain as it fell hard on the town of Ravenwood. Flashes of lightning lit up the night sky, briefly illuminating the town they had arrived at hours before.
Story by The Nimrodellian Tale-Spinner
The Dragon’s Maw looked out from his bars into the crisp night air, smoking his clay pipe and listening to the guards whisper in the dark about their infamous prisoner. He smiled at this and thought, ‘And why not, this run-down excuse for a fort had probably never seen the likes of him’.
Story by The Nimrodellian Tale-Spinner
(This story is not for the faint of heart or hobbits. You have been warned)
The deeds that men do proceed them and some of these perhaps they might wish left behind. But nobody, be he man, elf or dwarf can escape the ripples that past indiscretions cause. They follow him, gaining speed and force and soon, like a rolling wave, they overtake and overwhelm him.
For some it is the noose of justice that catches up, for others the weight of conscience presses down with the passing of years and the faces of past victims haunt them in their sleep. For a few though, neither memory nor the law are their fate, the vileness of their acts causes retribution itself to take solid form and seek revenge, and soon they drink to the dregs the cup of woe they filled for themselves.
Story by The Nimrodellian Tale-Spinner
There are many tales in Middle Earth of heroes and heroines and the great deeds that they performed. Tales of love and conflict that are told time and time again around the hearth-fire to eager listeners in order to give them hope in troubled and uncertain times. These stories uplift us, even the bitter parts, and we sit enraptured as the teller of tales takes us once more into those ages long gone and the heroes that defined them.
The Cottage Of Pen And Play 