The Company of the Whiskey Drinking Bear

Tower of Tuwurdrog
Thorr's Journal post 8

Our latest adventure was entertaining and quite challenging. Our journey began from Erebor as we petitioned King Dain for additional aide. He is growing fond of our fellowship and I feel as though he is growing more comfortable with me. He now knows my name and appears to be taking great interest in my activities. Another father who I hope will learn to enjoy my company. With Elabrimborn’s passionate pleas to search for the answers to the great evil before us, we were granted escorts for our journey north. Fulbor, Dolphur and Tieg and our trusty steeds were very much appreciated.

Peggy Sue reminded me of an old flame that I knew in my youth. Her beard was quite short and proper. Although her timing with song was quite annoying, she was pleasant to ride. Those days traveling my countryside were refreshing and enjoyable. Although I am quite found of our mountain home, I do enjoy traveling through the lands and seeing all the wonders of our world. Unfortunately, this part of our journey was the last of the pleasantness for quite some time.

As we entered the mountains, I was amazed by Elabrimborn’s talents. He was able to hear the slumber of the Dragon of Mirkwood. With the bad weather, mud slides and treacherous mountain passes, our hearts were made heavy for many a day. Having almost lost Elabrimborn in a mudslide, we were close to despair. Even our song could not combat the cold and rain. I thought our fortunes may have turned when we came upon Tin, the hermit.
He was from Dale & Laketown and somehow managed to stay alive these past 40 years.

I couldn’t believe that he was in league with orcs. His home reminded me of the towers that my parents would often visit when looking for lost relics and tomes. My rage took over me when we saw the nest of those orcs. I shall be hard pressed to forget how my mallet tore apart Tin’s arms and then to hear his last words. I should not have been surprised by his need to help the orcs for he surely would have died many moons ago.

Our flight from Tin’s was fleet of foot. We had made our way along the narrow ledge of a mountain that hung well above the raging river below us. We could hear the shrieking howls of the orcs for the well placed strike by my mallet that caused a large section of the ledge to fall away from the mountain. We may one day return and take care of those treacherous orcs.

Our arrival at the Tower of Tuwurdrog came none to soon. I believe our fortune in avoiding that dragon was coming to an end. The smell coming from within was rank beyond measure. I found it difficult to control my rage as we knew what lay ahead of us. Elabrimborn stole into the tower and we were met by more orcs and their voracious Caragors. My hatred fed my trusty mallet and Elabrimbor’s arrows were quick to strike down those dreaded beasts.

I thought my life was in jeopardy when that ugly foul beast took hold of me with its jaws of steel. I am indebted to Elabrimborn for taking down the other beast as I lay trapped under the weight and clasped jowls of the felled Caragor. Eleabrimborn’s idea to pile the dead up and in front of our passage forward was brilliant. The other beasts fed on the corpses while we made our way deeper into the tower. We quickly found the only scroll remaining in the tower.

I had hoped we could capture an orc for interrogation but Loreth’s arrival altered that thought. Her arrow did strike true to slay the last remaining orc just as we had exited the tower. She knew instantly that the scroll we carried was important and related to this growing evil. We decided to travel to Isengard and consult the wizards. I will say that Loreth knows this countryside as we made our way to the Anduin River and safely back down to the Old Ford.

It was good to see the home of Legelaven and to speak to her family. Although Elabrimborn’s words did not bring them the comfort that they desired, we hope that they will one day have Legelaven return to them safely. Our journey begins anew as we travel onward to Isengard, We hope that our Fellowship can regroup soon to learn more of this great evil.

Elven Riding Song
Sang by Elabrimborn in the company of four dwarves riding upon goats

My people rode from the Eastern lands
Masses of legs, chaos, in Elven hands
Past eagles’ aeries upon cliff top
Tireless, Always forward, ner to stop

Through open plains as the winds bellowed
In days of Autumn, as the grasses yellowed
Rushing forth a hundred score strong
Filled with passion of Elven song

Riding forth for Thandruil, our King
Good hearted warriors who love to sing
Bit and bridle to guide our course
The elegance of riding upon a horse.

Rhyme of Lore of the Caragor
Inspired by Elabrimborn after the battle of Tuwurdrog tower in the Grey Mountains

Vicious, swift, dwarfing the Worg
Aggressive, relentless, more lion than dog
Insationable hunger, always seeking a meal
Teeth that cut through ten fold steel
In darkness and evil, The Corupter began their naming
A spiked horror for Morgoth’s childrens’ taming
Hunting all prey, to pounce and knock it
Rending limbs from joint and socket
If you survive in conditions dire
Shield your departure with tongues of fire

Charge of Woodland people in the Battle of the Five Armies
Composed and Sang by Elabrimborn

From the North blew a cold winter wind
The fastest wolf riders caused the battle to begin
The sky turned black , choked with dark flight
As Blog, son of Azog, led the goblins through false night

First to charge, The Children of Iluvatar
They’re hatered of orcs, the greatest by far
Spears and swords shown like the stars of Elbereth
For Elven smiths had armed them to wield certain death

The Firstborn blew North as a Spring Southern breeze
As black and red goblin banners fell like Autum leaves
Deadly wrath dealt in King Thanudil’s name
With warrior’s precision guised as gleaming blue flame

The host was lured dense into the valley
As fair folk bowmen let forth the first volley
A warm rain of arrows each dealing sharp fire
Slaying the enemy, their condition now dire

From the Southern Spur leapt down ten score spears
Charging forth with one voice , deafing to one’s ears
Wolves, Worgs and orcs , no chance to attack
Spilling their blood to stain the valley black

As the last Alliance of Gil-Galad and Elendil
Men of the Lake, joined in for the kill
And Dwarves of the Iron Hills drove forth from the East
As Gunderbad orcs poured in without cease

The Folk of the Wood charged again to renew hope
With King Thanduil’s leadership on Ravenhill’s Slope
Many Quendi perished for the battle to be won
Who could have lived merrily for ages to come

Elves fighting against their twisted immortal kin
Orcs no longer aware of their corrupted origin
Many ages to ponder our losses in meditation
The despoiling of nature and Iluvatar’s creation

Rhyme of lore of the stone troll
Recalled by Elabrimborn in the tunnels below Erebor

The stone troll has no special appeal
So run away or become his meal
His blood and heart are pitch black
Amoung his teeth your bones will crack
Stupid, ugly and kills for pleasure
In dark caves, he hoards his treasure
Strong and tall as an Ent
But from the earth, Morgoth sent
So when exposed to light of sun
Return to stone from which he come

Dwarven Drinking Song, Puking Demon Romp
sang to the tune of Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold

Deep below, the dark damp earth
Clamy flesh, is given birth
A creature foul, without a breath
A condemned man, transcending death

His jagged teeth, lips cracked and split
Mouth vomits forth, a poisonous spit
Buy all a round, open up your purse
Propose a toast lad, to avoid the curse

From afar, man full of drink
But in his midst, a putrid stink
His jerky gait, and plodding stomp
Has coined the phrase, puking demon romp

So when the night, is full of dread
Lift up a glass boys, and toast our dead
In our memory, will they be forgotten
Nor will we smell, the ghoul so rotten

Puking Demon Romp
Thorr's Journal post 7

I was very concerned when King Dain’s sister, Thrate, was felled by that dart. She should have waited for us before entering alone into that next room. I’m not certain how Maire would have taken the news had we lost Thrate. I could not have faced Maire if Thrate had been lost. I’m getting so sick of all these poisons and dark magic. Our fellowship will bring an end to all of this shadow.

The tales of our battle against the Marshdwellers and the Ghul will be told for many years to come. Our bravery and strength in battle was impressive. Our fellowship grows stronger with each new adventure. I wish Thrate had been awake when we slew that nightmarish Ghul. I hope Thrate will help my standing back in Erebor and truly forgets that dreadful Puking Demon Romp.

We were fortunate to find Gloin in that dark well. He really knows how to hide himself. I was lucky to find that one rock out of place down in that deep well. The treasure that we found was remarkable and Aegir’s War Horn is quite a boon.

I hope to one day use the recovered Ruby belt as a gift for Maire. I certain that Thrate will tell Maire about the song that I sang of her. I must stay focused on our adventure so that I can return to her.

The loss of Tauriel is very sad. Legolas seemed very found of her. I am thankful that we were able to free her spirit and rid the enchantment of the wood wight from her. My skill with fire is a blessing. I am saddened that we had to use it on Tauriel. At least we learned more about the evil that has befallen Legolas. I vow to bring his curse to an end. We must travel to the tower as quickly as possible. I know that my wound has not fully healed but finding a way to stop the enchantment is urgent.

At least we were able to put down the false rumors against our fellowship and it was good to see King Thranduil did not partake in these falsehoods. Having the confidence of King Thranduil and King Dain will aid us in our cause. If Loreth adds her support, we may also find friendship with Radagast. I can only hope that Loreth is who she says she is.

I must also remember the tale of Grey Delve by Frar the Beardless. The thought of finding the steel from that mountain is near and dear to this dwarf’s heart. We will need to revisit this story when I return again to Erebor. As for now, we must ride hard back to Erebor and then to the tower.

The Journal of the Dreamwalker III
3 rd log post.

Theres a lidless enflamed eye in my dreams, watching over Erebor, Legelaven and everywhere i move, yet lingering in the background. It wants to see everything good corrupted or destroyed. I wonder if my uncle Sigward and my young cousin, his son Sigmund is still alive. People tell me he has ran away. I hope that we encounter or may be able to find him. Perhaps my dreams will show me the path to him. I thought staying with Legelaven would lead us to him but it seems not.

The history of Middle earth tells me that this evil, is dead. But it seems to me there is still some evil stirring, some will that gives the enemy creatures speed and and strength of heart. How can that be ? It doesn’t make sense.

The Fellowship of the whiskey drinking bear has resolved to go back to the Marsh dwellers ruin under the water in the long marshes, now that Legelaven is brought back to care and safety. Perhaps we can kill them or make them run away to replenish their treasure back to the free folk of Middle Earth. This is my hope. If we succeed not only will we become rich, but we will also help build and make safe trade routes between the free peoples of Middle Earth used to help each other out. This is a direct path to the Old Dwarven road that goes all the way through Mirkwood.

The Liberation of Legelaven
Recalled by Togo Maggot, Treasure Hunter

Legelaven made bubbles as she was taken below the water
So the company said “”/characters/togo-maggot" class=“wiki-content-link”>Togo go down the chimmy first and find her!"
In the darkness I crept, and the stench was horrible.

Then the Marshdwellers came at us,

I thought they were only tales told to frighten children,
Teeth and claws, and sloppy wet feet, and more teeth.
Well I said to myself " that women’s a wonderful cook, I have to save her"
Just then an elven arrow shot over my head and caused one of them to drop
So I loosed an arrow into one of the creatures as well,
Thorr’s maddox bounced off the wall,
With masterful skill Aegir Dreamwalker’s sword decapitated the one I softened up for him,
So I thinks I’ll loose another arrow in another
Then with a mighty flourish, Otbert drives his steel through its belly, what would they do without me?

Thorr’s maddox kills yet another, clearing my way to find “grandma”

“Greetings, Grandma” I say, as I dance away from a slimy one’s claws.
I start running and dashing around the creatures like Bilbo did with those trolls.
Thorr splits one’s skull and his maddox stops mid spine.
I spy a nasty bracelet on Ankle Biter’s ankle, biting the Biter herself.
I touches it, “never forget your kins last spilt blood” it says
I sees three giant spiders clasp it to her ankle.
“No getting out of your task now” they hiss
The others they take Leglaven to the surface.
I thinks, I’ll have a peek down that tunnel,
And what do I find the most beautiful sight
Better than Old Toby, or a mug of Shire brown ale,
A treasure pile as big as ol’ Smaug’s, as Bilbo did tell
Then the hisses and wet feet break my dreaming
A hoard of Marshdwellers
I grab a pretty Dwarven belt, ancient, spun of gold, wearing green and white fire.
Just like Bilbo grabbed the Arkenstone.
I dodge the creatures as they crash around me,
And with quick thinking crumble a wall, so I can escape them.
Running home, just like Mother Maggot told me.
I climb up the chimmy, first one in, last one out,
To elven singing of the charge of the Woodland People in the Batttle of the Five Armies,
As the Marshdwellers pour out behind me, Thorr lights a boat on fire and pushes at them,
As I stare at my prize, a belt of Khazad Dum,
And that’s how I became, Togo Maggot, Treasure Hunter!
Joining the likes of the great Bilbo Baggins.

Elabrimborn listens once again to the Greenwood

Rock, root, and soil talk to Elabrimborn of the Worgs’ boasts

“We fear nothing, the pack and I,
We run with speed untamed,
Killing all weaker than ourselves.”

“We recognize the scent of our pack,
We know the scent of the horse, cow, stag, wolf, boar, and hare,
And we know the scent of man, dwarf, elf, orc, and troll,
And only these creatures wear the scent of death of the former,
For what other creatures wear the skin of other animals?”

“We love the taste of their flesh, blood and fat,
Especially their cubs, taste the best, and their wails call to us.”

“The pack and I do not fear the creatures of the ground,
Alone with their metal claws and flying wooden teeth, they are weak,
Only when the two legs fight in packs, do we have concern.”

“Nothing good comes from the sky,
The eagles, spiders, and the great eye.”

“If not for the great eye, we would carry no burden,
The great eye commands us to let the orcs join our pack, to kill the other two legs,
We run them down, for none are as fleet as us,
No one can hide from us, we know their scent,
We find them, hunger drives us, hate drives us.”


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