Civilians! Rejoice! The criminal lute that threatened the life of our beloved mayor has been caught and brought to justice. The fugitive instrument had been hiding under the very nose of Mayor Tenderlach. A cunning plan to misleads the efforts of finding it; under his very desk at the town's hall. The wicked tool of the enemy confessed the attempt to take our ruler's eye and spewed threats to take both of his eyes once it got free. Hence the town watch thought it wise to hang the abomination of musical nature outside the North gates for examplification. The string ban is raised, as the streets are again safe. A group memorial will be organised for the lutes, harps as well as theorbos, that fell victims to the forbiddance and were destroyed.
The last words of the lute; Riddly Diddly.
Have a Good, and Safe day.
((a silly IC reason to use for those who wish to have an excuse for their inability to use strings, until Turbine decided to fix the bug. Image was done with Awiergan's awesome microsoft paint skill and mouse , a small intervenance by Threland ,and the text written by Threland.))
Threland
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A group of heroes are required to take part in a long lasting adventure. For details, find Slinna at Bree
Slinna
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In middle of Netherlow village, old adventurer settled down and opened Inn for all travelers and locals. Best ale and finest meals from all of known lands, we even have mead from Rohan, and wine from elven vinyards.
If you are tired or in need of bath there are several rooms you can rent for few coins. Our barmaids and helpers are always on your service.
If in need of job talk to Inn owner Ninuiel - Nin, we need barmaids, cooks and helpers
((Visit us at Netherlow 5 long street, Bree land homestead kinship house, no elves allowed, trolls and silly people get evicted))
Wulfreda
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Strangers beware! Doom-Hammer has fallen!
*This strange message was scratched into the stone-bricks of the Western-Bree gates, it shows no sign or significance of anyone*
Garmorn
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-This notice is written in black ink, and neat Sindarin.-
Mae Govannen. I am Lamaenon Halatir. It is my ambition to start a House for displaced elves from fallen elvenhomes. Where we can work together through hardship amongst familiar kin.
Aqualondë , Gondolin, Ost-In-Edhel, and so many more.
All destroyed elven dwellings with survivors and reffugees.
Please. If you are from an elven realm that no longer stands and wish to help me bring this ambition to bear fruit, Send mail to "Lamaenon"
I need your help to help others.
At this time, I have already three elves excluding myself ready to rally to this cause. I still need four more. Will you be one to help me lead this House? To lead others?
-------------OOC Notes------
Forming of a heavy rp kinship
Elves only
Send mail to "Lamaenon" on the game itself, or here on LA. Preferably IC. Make note if otherwise.
Lamaenon
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Folks, the situation have just gotten serious. Guards, local citizens of Bree Town and Combe, all of the sorts have been murdered. Just last night, there's been over twenty deaths and murders. All branded, burnt in the same way but the lettering changed. It now says, S.C.A.R... Note: This has happened all over Bree Lands stretching as far as Buckland and even out of it, into Forsaken Inn and Ost Guruth to up north in Trestlebridge and Kingsfell. This isn't some brigands game, this is real. Please say indoors and whatever you do, do not draw attention to yourself otherwise... The Guards of Bree Town and the Rangers of Esteldin are investigating this matter. Other than murder, there has been acts of crime such as thievery (many items gotten stolen, some of which are the horses in Bree's stables, a large portion of Bree Town's food stock and a lot of money from the vaults.), there is also acts of kidnapping, ransom and burning up in the North Downs and east in the Lone Lands.The figure of these murders has been identified but he didn't do it alone as we can guess. Keep your eyes peeled for this S.C.A.R... And stay safe. An updated notice will come soon enough... Anyone suspicious you see, report them to me, the Guards or the Mayor, himself (who has yet to make a decision on how to deal with this problem). Keep safe, Citizens of Bree Town.
-posted by Arovahir by the permission of the Mayor-
Arovahir
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*written on a yellowish-brown piece of paper, in red ink*
Are you tired of being a Guard? Tired of being poor? Tired of being a 'goody goody man'? Well, now's your chance. Brigands, Blackwolds, Peasants, all who wish to get more money, all who wish to be worthy, note this is only for people who wish the life of the thief and more... Send my friend, Lendovaxion, a mail if you interested. (or a tell.) (NOTE: This isn't a kinship, just a new organization being planned)
(Only Hobbits and Men can join this organization)
Lakrewich
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To all citizens of Bree. The ban of the string instruments continues, until the one responsible for the mayor's incident is found. On his exploration of the musical world, a very wicked lute nearly costed him an an eye, because of a shattering string. Therefore the use of instruments such as lutes, harps and theorbos is forbidden within the walls of Bree. Blown instruments are legal, since the mayor' believes they do not threaten his general well-being. A fine of fifty selins will be placed on whomever is seen carrying, playing or hiding a string instrument under a table. If a string instrument is used to whack someone's head, the person will spend a night in prison. Furthermore the destruction of string instruments will be encouraged, as well as bringing those tools of death to face justice.
Unluckily, the murderous lute that so unjustily attacked Mayor Tenderlach, has escaped and is now wanted. Whoever finds the instrument drawn above, will be rewarded.
((a silly IC reason to use for those who wish to have an excuse for their inability to use strings, until Turbine decides to fix the bug. Image was done with Awiergan's awesome microsoft paint skill and mouse ,and the text written by Threland. Enjoy.))
Threland
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~Perfectly written on a piece of brownish-yellowish paper, in a black fountain pen~
Meokitt's Teaching Classes
Teaching most languages, such as, Sindarian, Rohirric, Khuzdul and Quenya.
Math, such as, Counting, Adding and Subtracting.
Location: Bree Land Homesteads, Barwall, Long Street, 5.
Also classes in one of the backrooms in The Prancing Pony.
Send Meokitt a 'Tell' or a Letter saying your charcter name and where you want.
Meokitt
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((A placard hanging at three locations in Bree, with a picture and fine written letters.))
 A Child of the Desert dances for the North
Good folk of the Bree-Lands
to you I offer my services as dancer
from a distant land. You may behold
the ninety-nine dances of Shariyy;
enchantingly fair, blood seething wild
or invoking a passionate yearning.
I am willing to dance before your guests,
for your friends and loved ones,
or for you alone, if you wish it so.
You may find me often in the gardens
in the south of your pulsating city,
and if am away, so leave
a message by the red roses.
- Mawdliyah, Sharisad of Ninety-Nine Dances
Mawdliyah
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At nightfall, a few days back. A murder has been reported by the Watch. It is unknown who did this but the Murderer has murdered a citizen of Bree Town and a respected person named as Eizio. The victim has been brutally cut up, burnt and branded outside of Bree Town, the victim laid right outside the Combe Gate. As it is said, the murderer is unknown but what the watchers found queer of all this was what was branded. A few words was there, "A. was here.' Citizens of Bree Town, beware of any suspicious person. If you doubt someone, tell us. The Rangers, the Guards of Bree Town or even the Mayor! Beware of the murderer...
- Posted by permission of the Mayor, Ranger Arovahir also known as 'Thomas Winterbush'-
Arovahir
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DISCLAIMER
We hereby condemn the public declarations made by some Bree-Town officials which points indiscriminately at the Haradric people as responsible of acts of violence and mischief. We heartedly protest against such discriminatory and defamatory slanders, these being a seed of hate, racism and discord that could only profit The Enemy. For us it is only too sad to flee the shadow of oppression to come and abide under the shadow of ignorance, prejudice and wanton bigotry.
Attentively,
The League of Free Haradic Peoples
((this notice is posted around Bree, Combe and Staddle, always next to one of the previously posted notices))
Ariskandir
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