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Casual Raiders, A Tale To Tell

Casual Raiders,  a tale to tell,
Sound the alarm, ring the bell,

We started with an idea,  a vision, 
A true kinship of people, without division,

Loyalty is something that cannot be taught,
Good people above good players we sought,

Many answered my plea, my call,
To pick eachother up when we fall,

We filled our ranks, we steadily grew,
Conquering many challenges with our crew,

A kinship was born, we are here to stay,
Leaving behind people, mean and fey,

Casual Raiders,  taking everyone along,
This is our kinship,  it’s where we belong.

A Tale of Casual Raiders

Hello, let me tell you a story tonight,
About our kinship, of it’s glory and might,

Casual Raiders is the name of our kin,
Casuals and hardcores, together for the win,

It started with pugs, with a vision in sight,
A community of players, close-knit and tight,

Then craters and trophy collectors joined our ranks,
We accepted amazing healers, dps’ers and tanks,

Slowly and steadily it grew,
Having fun like I never knew,

Raiding daily, facing challenges head on,
Estelali and by his side mower of lawn,

The love for Tolkien forever in heart,
Always together and never apart,

If you’re wondering what this kin is about,
We laugh,  we smile,  we raid,  we shout,

To be with us, you gotta have a thick skin,
We are a casual kin,  we’re not mean within,

As long as you’re respectful, you’re free,
You are welcome to join raids or chill in Bree, 

Our kin is friendly and a safe place,
After raids we like to do a DoS race,

We got creepy Wednesdays and throwback Thursdays,
Orthanc Fridays and Ereborian Saturdays and Sundays,

On top of it, we love our surprise raids and runs,
Rift and DN, OD and BG, and other classical ones,

We love taking the first timers along,
Their happiness is music to our song,

All these rhymes and verses I wrote,
I still think about my abandoned boat,

Roaming Middle-earth from Gondor to Bree,
On Brandywine, Casual Raiders is the place to be,

The haters are gonna always hate,
But hate doesn’t make anyone great,

It’s about inclusion and not exclusion,
Join us and draw your own conclusion.

Beleriand at War

When Beleriand was in war,
A merry passenger, a messenger, a mariner, went to seek the help of the Valar,

 

The Valar answered the cries of the children of Illuvatar,
Gathering their armies of elves high, they rode to war,

 

The war of wrath it was called and Beleriand was destroyed,
And Melkor was trapped in the void,

 

Of space and time,
For his horrendous crime,

 

Beleriand sank beneath the sea,
And the world was changed and Eru heard the plea,

 

Immortality or a mortal life,
Some chocies were given to children of Earendil and Elwing for their strife,

 

Elros choose the gift of Ilúvatar and went to live in Numenor which later fell,
But that’s another story to tell,
While Elrond tied his fate to middle-earth and went to establish Rivendell.

Casual Raiders

So let me welcome you to Casual Raiders,

The defenders of Middle-earth against the invaders,

 

Not too long ago we were only two,

But then more people joined us and our troops grew,

 

We promoted raiding yet still being casual players,

Raiding at night and by day perfecting skills and slayers,

 

We accept everyone who wants to come,

We aren’t elitists, all play styles are welcome,

 

We dont care about your LI’s or gear,

Respect is given no matter what you wear,

 

So have no fear and join our ranks,

All the warriors, healers and tanks,

 

We promise to always respect you,

We do not need to ever inspect you,

 

You can be a hardcore raider or a trophy collector,

Just be friendly to all, thats the main factor,

 

Slowly and steadily we beacame a large kin,

Now we rarely pug but instead have fun within,

 

We are social and active and have a great reputation,

And teamspeak and kin house and website for more information,

 

Come be part of a revolution for life in Casual Raiders is never boring,

Where the elves are elegant, men mortal, dwafs strong and hobbits adoring,

 

The Middle-earth is full of so many creatures and history and lore,

With so many areas and mysteries to explore,

 

So let me welcome you to Casual Raiders,

The defenders of Middle-earth against the invaders.

 

http://casualraiders.guildlaunch.com/

LOTRO Players

Let’s go on an adventure tonight,

LOTRO Players in their glory and might,   

  

The Middle-earth is our play ground,

We’re here to win, we won’t turn around,  

  

Andang brought his young lore-master,

Braxwolf shoots his bow faster,  

  

Pineleaf is a little hobbit warden,

Draculetta’s class I don’t remember, pardon!  

  

Ethelros is mighty captain,

Estel-Ali doesn’t join them often,  

  

But he has a kinship to run,

To lead raids and have fun,  

  

But LOTRO Players have fun of their own,

They travel through Middle-earth from dusk till dawn,  

  

They slay the minions of Sauron they meet,

From Forochel’s icy weather to Moria’s heat,  

  

Each week their fellowship grows,

Their number increase, their legend grows,  

  

Let’s go on an adventure tonight,

LOTRO Players are ready for a fight.

Forever Alone

Gollum_

Alone on my own, in a dark cave,
Bound by My Precious, a worshiper, a slave, 

A shadow, a wight, a wraith to be,
Remembering the past, my life is a memory, 

Thinking of times gone, when I was free,
In the depths of a town with no tree, 

Living in misery, I forgot my name,
Awaiting a savior who never came, 

No friends here, no reason to live
Lost in my ways, nothing to give, 

But then one day, Bagginses came,
Stole My Precious, played a game, 

Lied to us, we hates it,
Ran from us, we hates it, 

Now My Precious is forever gone,
Alone I am, Alone on my own.

 

 

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Baginssis

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. His name was Baginssis. Baginssis lived a quiet, calm, peaceful life in Hobbiton, passing his days taking part in the town politics, smoking his pipe-weed, and staying late in the green dragon inn and having long discussions about golf and other sports. He was a very respectable hobbit and that meant he had never been on an adventure or did anything unexpected. But soon his life was about to change forever.

One day while he was returning home at night, he felt a sudden cold, the air became chilled, he could see his own breath, an unseen fear tookk hold of him. Baginssis pulled his hood over his head. Suddenly he heard the hoofs of a horse, so he hid behind a tree and saw the large black man appear on his black horse. Behind him, he could spot three more of the riders in black. They seemed to have not noticed him, afterall hobbits can be quite stealth when they want to.

There behind the tree in silence, he saw the black riders move towards Bag End. He followed them quietly and carefully, as to not draw any attention to himself. They went into Bag End, with Baginssis close behind them. He couldnt hear them but it seemed that they didnt find what they were looking for. They mounted up again and rode off.

Baginssis didnt know who they were or what to make of the whole scene, he kept replaying the whole scene in his dead when he went to bed that night. Strange, very strange. Tomorrow when he woke up, he wanted to go and inquire what business did Mr. Frodo have with these large black riders. But he was quite disappointed to not find Frodo in his home.

A few more days passed, Baginssis went to check if Frodo was back at his home but he found no sign of him. It was quite unlike Frodo to disappear like this. He wondered if those black riders had anything to do with it. One day while he was at Green Dragon, having a drink, he heard someone say that Frodo along with 3 others was gone to live in Buckland. This came as quite a surprise to Baginssis as he had always considered Frodo a friend. Why wouldnt he tell me if he is moving to Buckland. So he decided that he would go to Buckland and confront Frodo about this. You do not treat a friend like that.

So Baginssis prepared a back pack and put on his travelling cloak and set out for Buckland. When he reached there he was quite disappointed to find out that Mr. Frodo was not there. When he questioned Fredegar Bolger about Mr. Frodo, he would say nothing. But after much questioning and assuring him that Frodo was a very dear friend, He finally told him that Frodo and the company had went into the Old Forest. Now why on earrth would he go there for?

But he had come all the way to Buckland to find Mr. Frodo, he could not give up the search now, so he decided to go into the Old Forest. He had heard strange stories about this place, the walking trees and dangerous wolves. But I cant stop now, I must keep going. He walked and he walked, deep into the forest, the trees grew thick, the air became denser, but Baginssis was determined to confront his so called friend. Each year, each year I gave him an excellent gift on his birthday and this is what he does to me. Leaving without a word! 

After much walk, he finally came across an old man who was dancing and singing and dancing and dancing and singing. The words didnt make much sense to Baginssis, but if nothing else, Baginssis was a courteous hobbit,

“Hello good sire! My name is Baginssis and I am looking for my friend Frodo, who I was told has come into this forest, would you happen to know anything about it?”, he asked.

“Hey do merry do my hearty! Tom Bombadillo knows everything that goes in and out of this forest, oh yes he does, the forest has trees, and trees have leaves, and leaves fall. but Tom Bombadill never falls with his shoes which are blue and his jacket yellow, oh merry fellow”, he replied?

“umm, so do you know anything about Frodo? He is my friend and then he just disappears and I hosted all his parties and was always there for him when his uncle left”

“Frodo, oh yes Frodo and Sam and Merry and Pippin, oh yeah, the four little hobbits on dangerous mission, oh yeah, Tom loves little hobbits, oh yes he does, but who are you merry do my hearty?”

Dangerous missions?! What dangerous missions? Has Frodo gone crazy like old Mr. Bilbo? “Oh I am a hobbit do, but could you please tell me where they are? I really need to speak with Frodo”, Baginssis asked.

“The four little merry hobbit, oh yes merry do my hearty, Tom knows where they go, Tom helped them oh yes he did, Tom loves little hobbits, he saved them from the wights, oh yes, the dead men who walk, oh Tom helped the hobbits, oh yes Tom loves to help, his boots are blue and his jacket is yellow, oh yes merry do”

Walking dead men?! Oh Frodo, what are you up to?! “Where are they now?”

“Safe in Bree, Tom thinks, yes safe in Bree, yes yes my hearty, safe in Bree”

Bree! Thats where I must go. “Thank you Tom, it was nice meeting you, Good Bye. I must go to Bree”

“Good Bye merry fellow, Mr. Baginssis, but remember if you need Tom, he will come for you, oh yes he will precious, Farewell merry do my hearty”, Tom sang and danced his way up to his house in the woods.

Walking dead men! Dangerous mission! I must go north towards the main road to Bree.

The main road was quite deserted, other then a few companies of dwarves and a hobbit or two on business journeys. He finally reached Bree, and check into Prancing Pony. He was eager to find Frodo, but there was no sign of the company there. But he was quite surprised to find the old grey wizard there. Gandalf had a reputation for bringing trouble to the hobbits, but Baginssis must ask him if he knew of this dangerous mission of Frodo and these walking dead men.

To Be Continued…

He Lived

It was a cold starry night and he just got back to Amsterdam in train. Today he went to meet his friend in another city. He had met him through internet before but today was the first time they ever met. John took him to his home and they had second breakfast together. Then they went for cycling around the beautiful green woods and played Tolkien trivia. It was a beautiful sunny day but the clouds had started gathering.

He got off the train at central station and went to the tram stop. It was cold but he felt so much full of energy and full of confidence. He looked to his left and saw a beautiful girl also waiting for her bus. Gathering up his courage, he approached her and asked her ,”How are you doing?” The girl smiled and said,”I am fine thank you, How are you?” “Fine too”, he replied. “I came from Italy for a week”, he told her.

“Oh that’s really great. Are you enjoying it so far?”

“Yes it has been really great. There is some big party tonight that I was invited to. Do you want to come?”

“Oh I don’t really go to parties that much but thanks”, she backed away a bit.

You idiot, what was the hurry. You blew your chance. “Oh no problem. So what do..”, he started but was cut off because she had started talking to couple of guys who were standing to her right.

Feeling mixed emotions he put a smile to his face and nodded a good bye to her as she took her bus with the other two guys.  What a bitch..Nah! What an idiot who doesn’t know how to ask out a girl.

He took his tram back to his hotel. Alex and Cameron were waiting for him when he reached his room.

“Let me just change my clothes and then I am ready to go”, he told them before they could complain about him being late.

John’s mother made a traditional Holland dish for him. Mashed potatoes with sausages and vegetables. He really liked it and complimented her on her cooking. John’s room was a mess, a mess full of books. They both were huge Tolkien nerds. He convinced John to install LOTRO and he did, they made a character for him, a temporary character obviously, till John could come up with a unique elvish name. After playing some LOTRO, they took his dog out for a walk, they walked on old mounds and also tried to find the bunnies, but they never found any.

Which shirt to wear. Ah this one. Holding up his black Stone Cold t-shirt. He quickly changed into it. They decided to walk to the club. It was crowded when they arrived there. The music was loud. They got the drinks. He had never been to a club before, nor had he ever danced before. But his metamorphosis had started.He liked the sound of music, the beat, the shaking of butt, the dancing. He knew no moves but he was athletic enough to copy others. He saw a group of girls dancing and he started copying them, Soon enough they noticed him and asked him to join them.

ooo Yeah! He did.

He told them about himself and his week vacation. They were all very friendly and inviting. One girl especially got his attention. She had a certain mean girl look to her, which he loved so much in girls, and she was a blond.

“So are you single”, the words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. What the fuck is wrong with you!!

But to his surprise she did not mind the question, probably because she was drunk or maybe its a blond thing. Whatever it was, they started talking and dancing together. Music does bring people together. After sometime it became difficult for him to breath. Lets say it was because of the heat and loud music.

“I will be right back, need to smoke”, he lied. He fought his way across the jam packed dance floor and into the smoking/pool room. He got his breath back.

There is just something about Indians and Pakistanis, that no matter how you are dressed or what your hair style is, you just instantly recognize each other. So when this two Indian guys entered the room with beers in their hands, he spotted them at once and they spotted him at once. The language they spoke is called Punjabi, which I will not write here. In the common tongue this is what they said..

“Hey dude! Pakistani or Indian?”, the more stylish looking guy asked.

“Pakistani here and you guys must be from India..I came here for a week from Italy”

“Yes brother we are Indians. Welcome. Enjoying the party buddy?”

“Yeah bro its really great. Do you guys smoke?”

“Yeah, you have some?”

“Yeah, I bought it yesterday”. He took out his smoking pipe and filled it and lit it. You were allowed to smoke anything in the pool area. I took a long shot and passed it to his new friends. They took the hits. The magic pipe at once started its magic and in just 5 minutes they were all playing pool together and laughing and dancing. Talking about life and its mysteries and how their pool table was like the solar system and the balls were like planets and what would happen if we got hit by an asteroid right now. It was a merry moment.

Oh damn!! the girl!? “I should go now, it was really nice meeting you guys, peace brothers!” He rushed back into the dance room before they said their good byes. He fought his way across the dance floor back to where he was before, but the beautiful blond fairy princess was gone, and two dudes were sitting where she was. He gave himself a hard-ish slap on his head and sat down. Soon Alex and Cameron also joined him.

“Where were you, we were looking for you everywhere”, Alex said.

“Yeah just dancing and meeting people”, he said, forcing a smile on his face.

They stayed there some more and danced together before leaving for their hotel.

They finally found two empty seats. John sat in front of him. They played “speaking elvish” on his way back to Amsterdam. John had to get off because it was late and he had to return to his home taking the last train. An old guy replaced him on his seat. On his right, 3 girls were sitting. They started talking in loud voices and somehow they started talking to him.

“You look really cute, you wanna go grab a drink when we reach Amsterdam?”, one of them said.

He had a puzzled look on his face and didn’t know what to make of this invitation. But before he could say anything, the older guy sitting in front of him spoke,

“Leave this poor guy alone you three, if you want drink, go have them yourself, you hooligans”

“Thank you for that”, he told the man.”I am Ali, I came here from Italy for a week”, he gave him his hand.

“I am Thijs Berg, I direct movies”, he said, shaking his hand. They talked about what movies he made. He told him that he often comes to Italy, while the hooligans were still talking in loud voices but they ignored them. They got off at Amsterdam Centraal.”Well it was nice talking to you Mr. Thijs Berg. Good Bye”, he waved. “Likewise. Good Bye”, he walked to his taxi and he walked to his tram stop.

They reached their hotel, all exhausted and tired. He waved them bye to their room before going to his own. It was a good day today. For the first time in his life he lived. He changed into pajamas and went to bed dreaming about the beautiful blond fairy princess angel.

Casual Stroll

When I was bored of playing,

and slaying, the deeds became boring,

so i started exploring, the middle earth,

the beautiful earth, and all its mystery,

the history, I enjoy the ales

and tales, and the role play,

and lore play, a break from questing,

just resting, in hall of fire, 

by the fire, with desire, and a passion,

no more traveling ration, so everyone come,

welcome, please do come, with Estel-Ali,

or Dgenx-Ali, with all these merry elves,

the singing elves, the dancing elves,

the Tolkien’s elves and Bilbo,

or was it Bingo, I dont remember, 

but you are a member, of this community, of players,

the LOTRO Players, who got the news,

and share their views, what they’ve been doing,

and pursuing, so listen to them conveying,

when you are bored of playing.