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Casual Raiders, A True Kinship

Casual Raiders, a true kinship for all,
On Brandywine, still standing tall,

Casual Raiders, the ever daring,
Taking challenges, headlight staring,

Casual Raiders, a mix of casuals and hardcore,
Stronger and larger than ever before,

Casual Raiders, with our beer and wine,
Daring, defying, conquerer of the Nine,

Casual Raiders, a family kinship,
Built on respect and trust and friendship,

Casual Raiders, helpful and willing,
Raiding in game or in TS chilling,

Casual Raiders, a way of life, a shinning ray,
Striving to keep the darkness at bay,

Casual Raiders, the familiar song,
Our home, this is where we belong,

Casual Raiders, a true kinship for all,
Risen to occasion and to never fall.

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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.

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/

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…

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.

Helms Deep

Riding fast and riding swift I came,
On my War Steed,  Firefly is his name,

Western Rohan, ah the desolation and cries,
The free people divided, full of orcs and spies,

The King under a spell,  corruption of Grima, he wasn’t leading,
Seeing all the death,  division and desperation,  my heart was bleeding,

Then came the light in the shadow,  the ray of hope, Gandalf the white,
The conquerer of death,  the keeper of Vilya,  a majestic sight,

The King came out of darkness and held up his sword,
Heir of Eorl the young,  Theoden,  Rohan ‘s lord,

I went through all the town’s to spread this news,
To gather people under one banner,  to change their views,

We rode to Helms Deep,  prepared it defenses,
We cranked the catapults,  the ballistics, built the fences,

And then they finally came,  the army of Isengard,
Our numbers were weak, but we fought hard,

We slew thousands, Legolas and Gimli were counting,
The orcs flew before Anduril,  flame of the west ,  it was daunting,

But the orcs kept coming, they weren’t stopping,
Driven by the will of Saruman,  they weren’t stopping,

Then came the dawn, and the white rider came,
With an army of Eorlingas,  and a white flame,

The orcs fled before them, with fear and scorns,
The shephards of the forrest, the Ents and Huorns,

The battle for Helms Deep was a victory, a win,
But The battle for Middle-Earth is just about to begin.

Estelali

The world was younger and days were bright,

long ago, long before the flight,

 

from Gondor to Ered-luin I came,

not to seek any glory, nor any fame,

 

so many perils I faced,

minions of sauron I chased,

 

met the hobbits, reached the shire,

following no personal gain, no desire,

 

reaching prancing pony in bree,

seeing dwarfs and hobbits and men free,

 

stayed at Tom Bombadil’s house,

found goldberry too, his spouse,

 

but i had to move on, I just couldnt dwell,

through Lone-lands and Trollshaws and to Rivendell,

 

met king Elrond and his sons and other elves,

his homely house, his library with many shelves,

 

then far over the misty mountains cold,

through Goblin Town, being ever so bold,

 

Moria was my next stop,

I dreaded the place but I couldnt drop,

 

the bridge of Khazad-dum told a sad story,

Gandalf fought the fight and fell with glory,

 

I came out in Lorien, my heart was lifted,

negative thoughts went away, my thoughts shifted,

 

Lady Galadriel sent me away with many gifts,

lembas bread and sword and armour that fits,

 

went to the great river, tired and worn,

found traces of the nine, and a broken horn,

 

I was shaken,

the fellowship was broken,

the hobbits were taken,

 

follow the three or follow the two,

thought to myself, what would Gandalf do?

 

crossed over to Rohan, saw the evil of Saruman,

the two towers united,  jailor of Sauron,

 

went to Forlaw, met Estel-Ali family,

and Lord Aragorn, Prince Legolas and Gimli,

 

together we prepare to defend our keep,

where hammer stroke will fall hardest, at Helm’s Deep