#oatbarton

[mavplayslotro]

More shenanigans with @loremastering and @dunadaan this time with: various rooftop views, Corner of Death, and did Laure kill Rohni? remains to be seen…

[breanthir-of-lorien]

Collecting chickens in Oatbarton's Northcotton Farm

[tagnoob]

Arrival in Oatbarton - Starting Evendim

After my diversion to the North Downs and then to Rivendell, I finally ended up at my desired destination, which was Evendim.  I rolled up to the stable master in Oatbarton ready to begin on the zone. Back in Oatbarton again! I think my primary interest in Evendim is that there are things to do… which is to say it is one of those zones created during a time when the zone design meta for MMORPGs…

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[rohirric-hunter]

Writing LotRO fanfic is like “who was the NPC whose name I can’t remember who hangs out in a location I can’t remember and had one quest that I can’t remember the name of to go to a town I can’t remember the name of for the sole purpose of gently pushing me in the direction of a questline that I also can’t remember the name of? He was a cool guy.”

[breanthir-of-lorien]

Churning butter in Northcotton Farm

[lotro-landscapes]

Oatbarton

Oatbarton #1,#2

Northcottn Farm #1,#2,#3

Stonecrop Tor

The Bleakleaf Crest

Glass-blowers’ Camp

Dwaling

Mysterious Relic at Oatbarton

[exileddurin]

I set out soon after dawn from Oatbarton. Originally, I had planned to follow the road south to The Hill but I was told that this would send me further east than wanted. I was instead advised to follow the Water, as it was a faster route that would lead me straight to The Hill. Trusting those who know these lands better than I, I turned my pony down this new path.

[exileddurin]

I reached Oatbarton when the sun was setting. If I leave early tomorrow morning, I should arrive to the residence of Mr Baggins by high noon.

The Hobbits of this town, like others that I have passed through, watched me with suspicion in their eyes. I could see parents push their young quickly along, and a Hobbit with a feather in his cap stopped me and inquired to where I was headed.

Not wanting to seem rude, and noticing the distrustful glances from the older Hobbits, I told him that I was heading to The Hill.

“On what business?” he questioned further.

I could not tell him the details of the quest, and so simply replied, “To a meeting with a business partner.”

The response was grudgingly deemed acceptable and he sent me on my way after pointing the way to the town’s inn. When I arrived, however, the innkeeper regretfully informed me that their rooms with larger beds had already been filled with other Dwarves. I have found myself in a Hobbit bed for tonight. The bed cannot hold my full height and I unfortunately will have to sleep with cold feet.