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Casual Raiders, Never Apart

A new day, a beautiful world,
Another night, a new word,

From the ashes, a fire burnt,
A leader came, bold and blunt,

Estelali, a leader of people, so caring,
Estelali, courageous and daring,

A kinship rekindled and reformed, in friendship and glory,
Casual Raiders is the name, let me tell you about their story,

Four years ago, with a vision in sight,
After four years, still shinning with a light,

Who could have imagined, who could have thought,
The casualness and raiding and fun they brought,

Brandywine, a server abandoned, left by cowards, in fear of others,
But Casual Raiders stayed, embracing their new sisters and brothers,

Always staying true, to our core, our message was true,
It was a long, harsh, difficult road, yet we always grew,

Still taking the new players in, telling them they belong,
Not worrying about the wipes and failures, we kept carrying on,

The new ranks of amazing officers, in Ham, Mittens, Shoban and Fara,
The core group, in Io, CJ, Wook, Tanky, Anna, Prav, Snips, Tor and Vara,

Countlessly people in kin, with kind hearts,
Along with kin friends, the morgis’s and darts,

Together we make Brandywine, a place to be,
Our home in LOTRO, a sight to see,

Casual Raiders, always and forever, in our heart,
Casual Raiders, far away but never apart.

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Casually Raiding

Another year of casually raiding,
Here to stay, never fading,

Leaving our mark on Brandywine,
Drinking our pints of ale and wine,

Beautiful people and their heart of gold,
Taking on challenges, being ever so bold,

A true family of people, a bond of Kinship,
Far apart but ever so close in friendship,

Growing in numbers everyday,
Casual Raiders are here to stay,

Four years since it’s inception,
It’s not a farse, not a deception,

We take all players, old and new,
Geared or not, as long they’re true,

Casual Raiders in their fifth year,
Having fun with friends, never fear,

No one will judge you ever, we have the best of the best,
So be proud and wear that as a badge of honor, a crest,

Another year of casually raiding,
Here to stay and never fading.

Casual All The Way

Casual Raiders, Casual Raiders, casual all the way,
Casual Raiders, Casual Raiders, we’re here to stay,
Oh what fun it is to raid night and day,
Casual Raiders, Casual Raiders, casual all the way,

Sit down and grab some ale,
I am about to tell you a tale,

There was a time, about three years ago,
I got this idea about a kinship, you know,

A place for casuals and hardcores to unite,
To grow, have fun, teach, learn and fight,

A place where all play styles are respected,
Where your good nature is the only thing expected,

Over the years, kinships have come and gone,
But we’re still here on Brandy and carry on,

Over the years, many tried to destroy what we built,
But together we faced them, absent guilt,

Such a great group of officers and kinmates, a blessing,
Maybe the largest kin on the serve? Hah I’m just guessing,

Casual Raiders, Casual Raiders, casual all the way,
Casual Raiders, Casual Raiders, we’re here to stay,
Oh what fun it is to raid night and day,
Casual Raiders, Casual Raiders, casual all the way.

Hail Raiders

Come with me,

Hail Raiders, run quick, see,

What do we have here now? Do you wanna raid or not?

La la-da-la la la la

Casual Raiders is the name of kin,

I can see your smile, I can see your grin,

This journey has been so long,

Sometimes right, sometimes wrong,

Through ups and downs, we’re still here,

Together and united, without any fear,

The band of brothers and sisters, our KliQ,

Hope this fluff isn’t making you sick,

But to our enemies we’re ruthless,

The liars, cheats and the truthless,

But it isn’t about them, it’s about us,

Don’t disect the rhymes, dont make a fuss,

I am talking about the forces of Angmar,

Casual Raiders is where the freeps are,

Our PvP and PvE is legendary,

Slaying orcs in their sanctuary,

Our morals are second to none,

Under our banner, we are one. 

Casual In A Raider

Welcome to another heart to heart,
Always together and never apart,
Another adventure is about to start,
In the company of Casual Raiders,
Fraiders, Craiders..

Casual Raiders is the name of the kin,
With Casual Raiders you’ll always win,
Not joining us is just a sin,
You might as well be with mordor,
No door, Hodor..

For Casual Raiders is a safe place,
Brothers in arms from every race,
Slaying monsters that we face,
And they sing the songs of our glory,
Ori, Nori..

Casual Raiders will welcome you all,
Picking you up when you fall,
Shoulder to shoulder and standing tall,
So come have some ale on our Kin Island,
Highland, Pieland..

Now Casual Raiders is three years old,
Filled with the courageous and the bold,
Beautiful people with hearts of gold,
Who like to raid on the Sunday,
Grundy, Monday..

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.

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