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So Lenni went and joined @queen-scribbles‘ Hal in the Inn League. For moral support, of course. Not at all because she wants to learn the jig, which is surely as far beneath elven dignity as the initiation itself was.
(She’s totally dying to learn the jig...but maybe not until after her head stops spinning.)
30 Day LOTRO screenshot challenge: Day 25 - Faction
It was so hard for me to not choose The Grey Company here. Decided to go with these drunk hobbits instead. Surely the passed out hobbits in Winter-home are Inn League members.
Character designs for a story I am working on and yes the garish purple lettering is necessary
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Wald Mugwart loves Tanglemane.
As if the Inn League initiation wasn’t enough, Lenni is determined to learn the jig and has started doing the IL delivery quests and since one of them called for a wine from Rivendell, she decided to find her way there.
At level 28.
The flies and boars and things she passed on the way (not to mention the troll on the road, oh yes it happened to be nighttime as she was wandering through the Trollshaws) were ten levels higher.
She got there though, safely in one piece. :-) Last Homely House, ahoy!
I CAUGHT TWO FISH AT ONCE.
On the difficulty of obtaining certain titles
Thish evenin', startin' from Bobbiton-Highwater an' endin' up at the Great Balls of Fire in Rivendell, Moraiwë earned the title Inn League Sage o' Five Spearheads. Or somethin' like that. No, Spiritsh. Fine Spiritsh.
Thish title requires drinkin', um, 23 local beers an' wines an', you know, stuff. Alcohol stuff. Normally, Moraiwë doesn' drink. She'sh a Noldo. No time for thish nonsensense. Gotta shave all o' Middle-earth!
But if you wanna be a Sage o' Fine Spearmints, you gotta complete the Inn League Challenge. An' so she drank 'em all. Even Shwill from the Forshaken Inn. Gimme a break. I mean, goblins don' even shteal tha' crap.
Las' thing she might r'member, in the mornin', with a lotta luck, will be talkin' to her bestes' buddy Sogadan 'bout the time she shingle-hammily kicked the buttsh o' five Nazgûl, usin' only a toothpick.
