Stormborn's Weekly Timetable

I have created a weekly timetable that should help develop everyone’s character in one way or another. Most skirmishes chosen will increase reputation in a faction (Storm on Methedras does not increase rep so I have not added it).

There are a number of raids for all L20+ members, so I am sure you can find an instance you’ll enjoy. I have also added a number of social events, too. These range from lotteries and horse races to role playing events and PVPing (and more).

If you have any comments on improving this timetable please send a mail to Hannihr in game.

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The Birth of Stormborn

Two young elves travelled side by side,

Their bodies shivering against the cold

“Noontime will arrive soon my bride,

The day will be warm and the sunlight gold.”

The two Elves removed their shared cloak

As the summer dawned onto their long life.

“We shall make a house of strong Oak,

A safe haven against the oncoming strife”.

“Stormborn will be its name” they said.

“We shall paint the walls and tile the floor.

We shall keep visitors fed

And we shall be secure forevermore”.

Friends welcomed and became allied,

To fellow warriors in need of aid.

Two old elves travelled side by side,

Their loving kinship: Stormborn had been made.

Hannihr, Guardian of Ered Luin

There will be a time when the Elves sail west

To the Grey Havens of old, taking their rest.

And the Race of Men will take up their stand

To battle forth, shield and sword in hand.

But there will be an Elf who stays behind

A westward bound ship she is not assigned.

“My time here lingers ‘til the end of days

I’m destined to stay. We shall depart ways”.

She will battle forth when the enemy comes

Fighting to the beat of Race of Men drums.

“For Lindon, Ered Luin my life is bound.

This is where I sleep. This is where I’m found.”

The Tone Deaf Minstrel

Mousey the Minstrel was renown

For his ‘talent’ in his singing

His tone deafness, to him, unknown

Villagers’ ears would be ringing!

For those who heard his awful voice

Would howl in pain and hold their ears

“Give us silence and we’ll rejoice!

We’ve tolerated him for years!”

One night when Mousey was in bed

The townsfolk made an evil plot

“We’ll cut away those strings instead,

Then all his songs can be forgot!”

The folks crept up to his small house

With a ladder to the first floor

“We will creep in through like a mouse

And his songs will be nevermore!”

They approached his bed, scissors ready

To cut the strings of his dear lute,

Holding their weapon a-steady

When one man tripped! SMASH! “Shh!! Be mute!”

“Hey! Who goes there?” the dwarf cried out

Poor Mousey’s heart was now racing

“How did all of this come about?”

Standing now, to the group facing.

“We wish you stop and hear us speak:

You are tone deaf, silly Minstrel!

You do not hum, you rather squeak,

You do not sing, you simply yell!”

Mousey replied, boastful and proud

“I am a dwarf of Khazad Dum,

Yes dwarves will shout, I am allowed!

Now leave me be or I’ll kick your bum!”

A Warden Afraid of Splinters

A Warden of noble descent

In the Old Forest he would dwell,

With beard brown and javelin bent

This strange fear we could not foretell:

To some of us we fear the dark,

Insect bites or a mighty height.

But to our brave Friend of the Mark

A splinter can be quite the fright.

Spear and javelin he would wield

Strengthening his agility,

Let’s not forget the wooden shield

Unfathomable ability!

One morning carving his new spear

He heard the charging of a boar,

The tusks our warden did not fear

But in agony he did roar!

The pig missed his Warden prey

Slipping on the wet morning grass,

Poor Celebrimbus’ delay

Caused a splinter into his ass.

“Oh you vile pig! Away with you!”

He cried, throwing his javelin.

“Leave me be, good riddance! Now shoo!”

And off the boar went travelling.

“Oh what am I to do with this?

A damn splinter in my butt cheek!

I’m in a terrible crisis…

This will hurt my butt for a week!”

And so he wore a thick, grey cloak

With gear to evade a splinter,

But still his fear of Elm and Oak

Will haunt him ‘til next winter!