#AND LOTRO FUCK

[fakeoutbf]

i need a full review and footage of this new fob tour format it’s for science and my future show

[raynepigeon]

this is difficult to explain....

Gay ship art of my and my friends characters from lotro. My heart is trapped in shitty fantasy games I'm so sorry for the lack of retaliate. I've been only doing studies traditionally lately.

[ladydwarfbadari]

HUZZAH!

I had to download the damn thing through Steam, which I hate, but at least it works

[rohirric-hunter]

Aragorn:

Me:

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

35%??????

[lesbiansforboromir]

THE GLOW UPS!! THE GLOW UPS ARE IMPECCABLE!

[greyias]

So, I promised @captainderyn pictures of my old lady elf in LOTRO, although this is like several months later after the big expansion/prelaunch sale weekend when I rolled her up, because I get easily distracted.

Her name is Anariel, a High Elf who was one of the veeeeery first elves to travel to Middle Earth, so there is a small chance she is actually older than dirt because of this. Anyway, she's a war veteran who was once upon a time, so badass she saved Thranduil from giant spiders, rode with Gil-Galad, and routinely just did everything it seemed on the battlefield in the Second Age*. Then she got oopsie stabbed by a Nazgul, and sort of took a three thousand year nap and lost 100 in-game levels???

As you do.

And then she wakes up and Elrond is all "o hai, you slept so long that you forgot how to walk so here's a butter knife to defend yourself** ", and then hands you a "Third Age for Dummies" book because she slept through an entire era and tells his sons to take grandma to the bus stop so she doesn't miss her boat to the Elvish retirement home.

* - This opening sequence actually was pretty nifty to play when I did, as I'd just finished watching the ROP finale, and really played into the feels for all of the characters introduced in that show.

** - I'm paraphrasing. It's been a hot minute and a completely different computer since I played the intro sequence. But I did have a butter knife equipped when I logged in today. So. Um. Thanks for that old buddy?

Then the twins got her to the old elves casino bus and were like "Well, have fun Grandma! I know we said we'd see you off but we're going to do something else. Don't do anything we wouldn't do! And especially don't miss your ship!"

Then she hallucinates a bunch of conversations with dead people, which was sad until suddenly she just started talking to an invisible Elrond who to my admittedly limited Tolkein knowledge is not dead, so maybe her going to Elves Retirement Home isn't such a bad idea? But imaginary Elrond & co said "nah it's boring there, you should go make trouble here"

And then she did.

Some of Grandma Anariel's favorite past-times include:

Getting lost on the map, because wayfinding in that game is stupidly difficult. It's okay though because the game gave me a title for it:

It knows me so well.

She also likes leaping off tall cliffs and hills instead of taking the properly marked paths, and T-posing her way to the ground:

And then limping along painfully for a good long while:

She's also learning modern technology, and is starting to figure out how to take proper selfies

Anyway she was asked to go find an Elf Lord's son, found his bag instead and was like "Um sorry bro?" so now she's off to apparently start a war with the dwarves???

Slow down, Grandma! Middle Earth is clearly not ready for you to have woken up from your nap.

Anyway, I hope you like her @captainderyn. She might wind up burning the whole place down at this rate.

[earmo-imni]

Just started playing Dragon Age: Origins. Not only is it genuinely fun, but the graphics are giving me intense nostalgia for my teenage years of playing Lord of the Rings Online

[a-lonely-dunedain]

"it will be a reminder to me that there can be beauty even in sadness." A faded red blossom is tucked between two leaves of Narndir's journal, and it crinkles as your turn the pages.

[daddyklingon]

[dunadaan]

I’ve been feeling Créa creep up on me as of late and today I went back and reread my little document where I type up random ideas for scenes/fics and I was like. Wow who wrote this. This is really good. Why isn’t there more of this damn. But also wow I really put miss créa through the blender and she is a fine red mist a lot. But that is the life of a ranger…and even when she’s not a ranger anymore I press blend on high and she is sadly used to that

[holytrickster]

idk i think it's so funny I went down a survival horror game rabbit hole when a) I'm too freaking anxious for horror games I will make myself cry, b) it was all PS2 stuff which is extra funny bc I've never even played on someone else's playstation let alone had one, i was always a wii kid lol. but now my brain is like ah yes. time to consume everything I can about games I can't even play and that are stupid expensive/hard to get now

[rohirric-hunter]

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[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

77, winning!!!! for Est!

winning :D calm night with mini fellowship <3

Nona pushes her hair back out of her face again. “This one should do it, then.” Horn leans over her shoulder and points at a different card.

“No, try this one.”

“No, that’s how they beat us last time- they have the counter.”

“They might not have it this time.”

“You don’t know that, and if they do, we lose.”

“I don’t think they-” Horn pushes his hair back, too. “I don’t think they do. Your card won’t be enough whether they have the counter or not.”

“And if they do have it, we lose outright.”

“It’s a chance we should take.”

“They’ve had it the last three rounds, Horn.”

Esterín and Corudan trade looks. Esterín’s cards are held carelessly in one hand while Corudan’s are held very properly before his chest. Nona squints at them.

“They have the counter,” she says, and plays her first choice.

“You should listen to Nona, Horn,” Corudan says solemnly. “She is wise.” He plays a card from his own hand. Horn throws down a counter to it with a wide smile- and so has nothing to play against Esterín’s card when she reverses the turn order and plays an offensive card of her own. “Not that it would save you,” Corudan adds serenely as Horn and Nona both groan, dropping their cards in yet another defeat.

“They must be cheating,” Horn says as Nona combs her hair out of her face yet again. “There’s no way they’re just this lucky.”

“We simply have an abundance of experience with the game that you lack,” Corudan says. Esterín barely keeps herself from snorting. She had learned this from Cúcheron while they waited in the Haunted Inn for Raddir’s word to start the journey through the Drownholt less than two months before.

“An abundance of experience cheating perhaps,” Horn mutters. Nona rolls her eyes.

“You wound me, Horn,” Corudan says, a hand to his chest. “Would any warrior of Lothlórien stoop so low as to cheat at a game of cards among friends?”

“If they could do so without being caught, I daresay they would,” Nona says, watching Esterín collect and reshuffle the cards. “I expected better of you, though, Esterín.”

Esterín laughs. “You think too highly of both me and my card-skill. I wouldn’t recommend playing any sort of gambling game with Saeradan,” she adds after a moment. “His luck is even more suspicious than Corudan’s.”

“Surely you don’t believe I am cheating too, Esterín,” Corudan demands. Esterín grins impishly.

“I believe I have not seen you cheating.”

Horn blows hair out of his eyes. “One more game.” Nona groans. “We’ll beat them this time.”

“I admire your persistence, Horse-lord.”

“See, I do have at least one redeeming quality.”

“I wouldn’t go that far…”

Esterín laughs to herself and begins the next round. They’re partway through the second round after that when Horn straightens abruptly, hair flying into his eyes again. “This is ridiculous.” He hands Nona his cards and digs in his pack. “Do you want one?” He holds up a tie and Nona glances over distractedly from both hands of cards.

“Yes, gladly.” Horn holds one tie between his teeth while he gently pulls Nona’s hair back. “I think this one first,” she says while he ties her hair, trying to indicate a card with both of her hands full of other cards. “Then this from my hand.”

“Counters?” Horn follows her gaze, tying his own hair.

“This one.”

Horn takes his cards back. “Alright. Let’s try it.”

They don’t win that hand, or the next.

“That may be enough for tonight,” Esterín laughs as the night draws on. 

“One last hand.” It’s Nona suggesting it this time, glaring intently at the deck. “The last one, I swear.”

Esterín sighs. “Fine, if we all agree.”

It’s worth the two additional hands they play just to see the look on Corudan’s face when Horn and Nona finally do pull off a victory, cheering loud enough to startle the birds from a nearby tree and embracing each other as if they just won some great battle. Esterín grins and elbows Corudan.

“What now, my friend?’

“I will simply have to pay more attention next time,” he says, as dignified as if he stood before the Lady Galadriel. “But for now, I believe it is my watch.” And he takes up a position beyond the light of the fire to definitely not pout about losing at cards despite cheating outrageously.

[tiofrean]

Me: buys an objectively good PC which should play the current titles without hiccups. Also me: tries to play a 16 yo MMORPG on it The PC: [bluescreens to shit and back]

[booty-uprooter]

'we weren't mad at meneldir for letting those people die we were hurt that he shouldered all the guilt himself and ran away instead of letting us help him through it. that's why the first thing i said to him when i saw him for the first time in however long was that i was shocked he hadn't become a professional murder thief'