Post by SaltydotCom on Mar 21, 2004 15:44:06 GMT -5
Prelude: What it’s all about
Roger Derwen (dere-O-N) was large for his race, almost four feet, and ranging around seventy pounds. But, as large a halfling as he was, he had a kind, kind heart. The seasoned man wouldn’t hurt a fly if he didn’t have to.
Old Roger was also a leader. He was governor of the halfling capitol New Gleneden (glen-E-den), and a father of four, small halfling children. His children were his pride and joy, and each one left a permanent smile on his face, and a tear of happiness upon his heart of gold.
Roger lead a noble life in the eyes of halflings. He owned a large home in the side of a small hill, with a large, circular door, painted a capturing brown, and with the mark of the Dale, a green square with a golden unicorn, just above the handle, which was placed in the center. His wife, Magadelia, also known as Maggie, once a young beauty of the lands, kept this pride of a home spotless while maintaining the job of mother to four; every man wanted her. She was a miracle worker in Roger’s eyes, and he loved her for it. Their children, William, Amelia, Dom Dom, and, not to forget the youngest, Dennis, were an excitable bunch. Always running through the roads of New Gleneden causing some sort of mischief or another, they took after their father in his younger days. The family of six also took life as rich as the queen of elves! only eating the finest of foods, and drinking the finest of wines. They kept the nicest home, and woar the nicest of clothes (the children’s of course would be ruined much sooner then Roger's and Magadelia’s!). Overall this family lived the grandest of simple lives that a halfling could wish for!
This family also held glorious lineage! They related to the great Dennis Derwen, a halfling hero above all others!
The family knew this, but did not take much notice to it; except for Roger and young Dennis, who was named after the family hero. They both loved the tails of “The great D.D. (Dennis Derwen’s nickname),” and Roger himself was even working on a large assortment of books based on his great, great, great grandfather’s life! The son wished he could one day be as great as the great halfling he was named after, “Dennis Derwen the escaper of slavers, master of shadows, manipulator of minds, holder of magic, savior of New Gleneden, etc... etc...,” and hoped that once his father was finished with his books, and he could read, he would learn all of his great, great, great, great granddad's tricks, and become as great as him.
The governor was working for nearly ten years now on his compilation of books, trying his best to get all the info he could. He went high and low to find oldens that would know anything of his ancestor, from the lowest caverns to speak to ancient dwarves, to the highest of tree tops to speak to seasoned elves. It was a lot of work, but to Roger it was worth it. And, now, the old halfling was making his finishing touches! Finally, the completion of his goal was near!
Actually, I’d love to see where good Roger was right about now, in his study, no guess, but best to check:
Roger Derwen blew lightly upon the large, bark-bound book, his eyes gleaming with uncontrolled happiness. “Finally!” he thought. “It’s finally completed!” There was a knock on his study door as he placed his quill back into it’s ink jar, and turned around. “Who is it?” he called out.
“Dennis, father! Are ya’ done yet? You said you’d be done by now!” came the small, low voice of his youngest son, Dennis. The old governor stepped over to the door and opened it wide with a smile on his face.
“Yes, m’boy. I’m finished! You got me at the exact time I fin-” young Dennis cut his father off, tugging on Roger’s silk vest, trying to drag his father out to the hall.
“Well, then, I did a good job, I did! I got the whole of New Gleneden and brought ‘em to the front yard! They’re all waitin’ for the stories of Dennis the Great, Dad!” The young halfling boy turned around, and smiled brightly, as Roger’s smile faded.
“My son, it’s not ready for reading yet! It’s only the first draft... I-I mean, it’s finished but not quality to let others hear, and-” yet again the young halfling cut his father off.
“C’mon, Dad! You said we could hear it once you were finished!”
“I said you could see it! Not all the citizens of New Gleneden!”
“But, Da’, some of the Dale’s officers are waitin’, too! You don’t wanna’ dissapoint ‘em, do ya’?”
“Officers of the Dale?” Roger stumbled back. “But, how did they get...”
“I went an’ got ‘em from the outpost just outsida’ town! You don’t want to be wasting the army’s time, now do ya’ Dad?” Dennis smirked.
“You’re a menace, boy, you know that?” Roger smiled lightly, and decided to please his boy, and to give the Noble’s army officials what they were waiting for, he’d tell the story.
“Jus’ get out there, Dad.” And so the young halfling dragged his father by his vest to the front yard of his hill-home.
In the front yard sat every halfling in New Gleneden! The Klunkanoggins, the Noisecraks, the Fesslewippers, the Ablebodies, the Indromets, the Coldsizers, the Longfellows, the Bashsons, the Ringdingers, and all the other ancient halfling families! Along with them was Ding Uop’s (U-up) family of ten (Ding was a Nimling. A race not so unlike the halflings, except a bit more... confusing), Lord Pelius (one of the Dale army’s generals) and his troop of fifteen men. Old Roger almost passed out, but he slowly looked over the crowd who chattered amongst themselves.
“‘Ey, you all!” The crowd quieted as young Dennis shouted at the top of his lungs. “Thanks for coming, and here’s my dad! He’s got the story of Dennis the great! Enjoy!” Young Dennis sat down and looked up at his father, awaiting the beginning of this epic story.
“Goodmorning, all.” Roger’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat and continued. “I’m glad you’re all so interested in the tale of Dennis Derwen, my great, great, great grandfather. And, here,” patting the cover of his book “I have as much of his life’s story inwhich a hobbit can get.” With one more look over the silent, waiting crowd of mortal people which sat on his lawn, Roger began. “The story of Dennis Derwen begins in the Rogue’s city of Coventry...”
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A story I'm working on. What do ya' think?
Roger Derwen (dere-O-N) was large for his race, almost four feet, and ranging around seventy pounds. But, as large a halfling as he was, he had a kind, kind heart. The seasoned man wouldn’t hurt a fly if he didn’t have to.
Old Roger was also a leader. He was governor of the halfling capitol New Gleneden (glen-E-den), and a father of four, small halfling children. His children were his pride and joy, and each one left a permanent smile on his face, and a tear of happiness upon his heart of gold.
Roger lead a noble life in the eyes of halflings. He owned a large home in the side of a small hill, with a large, circular door, painted a capturing brown, and with the mark of the Dale, a green square with a golden unicorn, just above the handle, which was placed in the center. His wife, Magadelia, also known as Maggie, once a young beauty of the lands, kept this pride of a home spotless while maintaining the job of mother to four; every man wanted her. She was a miracle worker in Roger’s eyes, and he loved her for it. Their children, William, Amelia, Dom Dom, and, not to forget the youngest, Dennis, were an excitable bunch. Always running through the roads of New Gleneden causing some sort of mischief or another, they took after their father in his younger days. The family of six also took life as rich as the queen of elves! only eating the finest of foods, and drinking the finest of wines. They kept the nicest home, and woar the nicest of clothes (the children’s of course would be ruined much sooner then Roger's and Magadelia’s!). Overall this family lived the grandest of simple lives that a halfling could wish for!
This family also held glorious lineage! They related to the great Dennis Derwen, a halfling hero above all others!
The family knew this, but did not take much notice to it; except for Roger and young Dennis, who was named after the family hero. They both loved the tails of “The great D.D. (Dennis Derwen’s nickname),” and Roger himself was even working on a large assortment of books based on his great, great, great grandfather’s life! The son wished he could one day be as great as the great halfling he was named after, “Dennis Derwen the escaper of slavers, master of shadows, manipulator of minds, holder of magic, savior of New Gleneden, etc... etc...,” and hoped that once his father was finished with his books, and he could read, he would learn all of his great, great, great, great granddad's tricks, and become as great as him.
The governor was working for nearly ten years now on his compilation of books, trying his best to get all the info he could. He went high and low to find oldens that would know anything of his ancestor, from the lowest caverns to speak to ancient dwarves, to the highest of tree tops to speak to seasoned elves. It was a lot of work, but to Roger it was worth it. And, now, the old halfling was making his finishing touches! Finally, the completion of his goal was near!
Actually, I’d love to see where good Roger was right about now, in his study, no guess, but best to check:
Roger Derwen blew lightly upon the large, bark-bound book, his eyes gleaming with uncontrolled happiness. “Finally!” he thought. “It’s finally completed!” There was a knock on his study door as he placed his quill back into it’s ink jar, and turned around. “Who is it?” he called out.
“Dennis, father! Are ya’ done yet? You said you’d be done by now!” came the small, low voice of his youngest son, Dennis. The old governor stepped over to the door and opened it wide with a smile on his face.
“Yes, m’boy. I’m finished! You got me at the exact time I fin-” young Dennis cut his father off, tugging on Roger’s silk vest, trying to drag his father out to the hall.
“Well, then, I did a good job, I did! I got the whole of New Gleneden and brought ‘em to the front yard! They’re all waitin’ for the stories of Dennis the Great, Dad!” The young halfling boy turned around, and smiled brightly, as Roger’s smile faded.
“My son, it’s not ready for reading yet! It’s only the first draft... I-I mean, it’s finished but not quality to let others hear, and-” yet again the young halfling cut his father off.
“C’mon, Dad! You said we could hear it once you were finished!”
“I said you could see it! Not all the citizens of New Gleneden!”
“But, Da’, some of the Dale’s officers are waitin’, too! You don’t wanna’ dissapoint ‘em, do ya’?”
“Officers of the Dale?” Roger stumbled back. “But, how did they get...”
“I went an’ got ‘em from the outpost just outsida’ town! You don’t want to be wasting the army’s time, now do ya’ Dad?” Dennis smirked.
“You’re a menace, boy, you know that?” Roger smiled lightly, and decided to please his boy, and to give the Noble’s army officials what they were waiting for, he’d tell the story.
“Jus’ get out there, Dad.” And so the young halfling dragged his father by his vest to the front yard of his hill-home.
In the front yard sat every halfling in New Gleneden! The Klunkanoggins, the Noisecraks, the Fesslewippers, the Ablebodies, the Indromets, the Coldsizers, the Longfellows, the Bashsons, the Ringdingers, and all the other ancient halfling families! Along with them was Ding Uop’s (U-up) family of ten (Ding was a Nimling. A race not so unlike the halflings, except a bit more... confusing), Lord Pelius (one of the Dale army’s generals) and his troop of fifteen men. Old Roger almost passed out, but he slowly looked over the crowd who chattered amongst themselves.
“‘Ey, you all!” The crowd quieted as young Dennis shouted at the top of his lungs. “Thanks for coming, and here’s my dad! He’s got the story of Dennis the great! Enjoy!” Young Dennis sat down and looked up at his father, awaiting the beginning of this epic story.
“Goodmorning, all.” Roger’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat and continued. “I’m glad you’re all so interested in the tale of Dennis Derwen, my great, great, great grandfather. And, here,” patting the cover of his book “I have as much of his life’s story inwhich a hobbit can get.” With one more look over the silent, waiting crowd of mortal people which sat on his lawn, Roger began. “The story of Dennis Derwen begins in the Rogue’s city of Coventry...”
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A story I'm working on. What do ya' think?