The Forsaken Inn
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Re: The Forsaken Inn
Given its location, I'm not sure "marketing" really matters one way or the other.
"Wait...this place is called 'the Forsaken Inn'. WTF?"
"You're right...let's just camp."
"Wait...this place is called 'the Forsaken Inn'. WTF?"
"You're right...let's just camp."
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Re: The Forsaken Inn
"Hey, it's the Foresaken Inn!"
"I told you guys, it's called The Cozy Nook now!"
The new owners could try and call it whatever they wanted, but...
"I told you guys, it's called The Cozy Nook now!"
The new owners could try and call it whatever they wanted, but...
Re: The Forsaken Inn
Here is the post I put about it in my game:
The Forsaken Inn wasn’t’ any more forsaken than the Green Dragon is a dragon or the Prancing Pony a pony. Now the Prancing Pony had the better reputation as a respectable place that solid sensible folk could come for ale, socializing, and a place to rest a weary head from one’s travels. Others would say that it was old-fashioned and conservative.
Those who frequented the Prancing Pony looked askance at those who would choose The Forsaken Inn as the establishment of their choice. Only queer folk went there, Rangers, Tooks, and those who had that affliction of an overly curious mind. Folks with good Breeland sense were supposed to stay clear of the place.
However, there were more than a few folk in that area of the world who made the The Forsaken Inn their choice of a fine establishment. The owner was Amarie Westward whose father was one of those Rangers. It was said that she had a strange sense from that bloodline. She ran the place with her with husband Hank from Archet. Their 3 children were always off exploring when not working around the inn. There was Norn the Dwarf and his two nephews, who served as smiths/handyman/ security. Norn was missing an eye and walked with a nasty limp from a pack of wolves that attacked him once. However, he also slept in a bed of wolf pelts in winter and had a nice wolf pelt cloak. He had struggled back to the inn with his two nephews after the attack, but decided to stay on being allowed to convalesce there for free. Last but not least were the Hobbit twins, Sara and Sam Daybright who were originally from Straddle, but found it boring.
Though it technically was an inn, it was in fact an ancient fortified manor house from the days of the kings of old that had be transformed into an inn after the fall of the Kingdoms of the North. A relic of forgotten days and a forsaken land.
It was early in the morning as Amarie took her customary stroll about the hill the inn rested upon. As she turned west she paused her gray eyes looking toward the direction of Bree. She felt it in the breeze. Guests would be coming today.
The Forsaken Inn wasn’t’ any more forsaken than the Green Dragon is a dragon or the Prancing Pony a pony. Now the Prancing Pony had the better reputation as a respectable place that solid sensible folk could come for ale, socializing, and a place to rest a weary head from one’s travels. Others would say that it was old-fashioned and conservative.
Those who frequented the Prancing Pony looked askance at those who would choose The Forsaken Inn as the establishment of their choice. Only queer folk went there, Rangers, Tooks, and those who had that affliction of an overly curious mind. Folks with good Breeland sense were supposed to stay clear of the place.
However, there were more than a few folk in that area of the world who made the The Forsaken Inn their choice of a fine establishment. The owner was Amarie Westward whose father was one of those Rangers. It was said that she had a strange sense from that bloodline. She ran the place with her with husband Hank from Archet. Their 3 children were always off exploring when not working around the inn. There was Norn the Dwarf and his two nephews, who served as smiths/handyman/ security. Norn was missing an eye and walked with a nasty limp from a pack of wolves that attacked him once. However, he also slept in a bed of wolf pelts in winter and had a nice wolf pelt cloak. He had struggled back to the inn with his two nephews after the attack, but decided to stay on being allowed to convalesce there for free. Last but not least were the Hobbit twins, Sara and Sam Daybright who were originally from Straddle, but found it boring.
Though it technically was an inn, it was in fact an ancient fortified manor house from the days of the kings of old that had be transformed into an inn after the fall of the Kingdoms of the North. A relic of forgotten days and a forsaken land.
It was early in the morning as Amarie took her customary stroll about the hill the inn rested upon. As she turned west she paused her gray eyes looking toward the direction of Bree. She felt it in the breeze. Guests would be coming today.
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Re: The Forsaken Inn
The way I see it, the fortunes of the Forsaken Inn probably wax and wane according to the fortunes of Bree-land itself. In times of peace and relative prosperity the inn would prosper, with the common room frequented by local business from farmholds and homesteads on the eastern side of Bree-land and travelers largely from the Blue Mountains, occasional Rangers and, very rarely, Elves traveling between Rivendell and the Grey Havens. In lean times the Forsaken Inn might struggle or even fail, only to be re-opened eventually by new owners or the next generation of the old innkeepers.
"Far, far below the deepest delvings of the Dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things. Even Sauron knows them not. They are older than he."
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The inn is actually more ancient than most realize. King Valandur was said to be very fond of the beer sold there, and in the year T.A. 652 Valandur, while on campaign against the forces from Angmar, passed through and couldn't resist staying the night. In the morning he said to the innkeeper, whose name has been lost, "Swear to me that you will stay open until I return from battle!" The innkeeper, to humor his king, swore an oath in which he jokingly but tragically invoked Eru's name.Otaku-sempai wrote:The way I see it, the fortunes of the Forsaken Inn probably wax and wane according to the fortunes of Bree-land itself. In times of peace and relative prosperity the inn would prosper, with the common room frequented by local business from farmholds and homesteads on the eastern side of Bree-land and travelers largely from the Blue Mountains, occasional Rangers and, very rarely, Elves traveling between Rivendell and the Grey Havens. In lean times the Forsaken Inn might struggle or even fail, only to be re-opened eventually by new owners or the next generation of the old innkeepers.
Valandur never returned from that campaign, and ever since the ill-fated descendants of that unwise innkeeper have been cursed to keep returning to the inn and re-opening it. Indeed, many of them do not know the story or even their own lineage, and if asked would swear that they were not compelled by any curse. "It just seemed like a good idea," they might say. Or, "I saw a golden business opportunity, but it didn't work out so well."
And yet the keep coming back.
Nobody knows how the family can break the curse, but the Wise suspect it might involve serving beer to a true king of Arnor.
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Re: The Forsaken Inn
That my friend is an truly impressive idea. My only question was Angmar actively that early in the 3rd age? T.A 652?Glorelendil wrote:Otaku-sempai wrote:
The inn is actually more ancient than most realize. King Valandur was said to be very fond of the beer sold there, and in the year T.A. 652 Valandur, while on campaign against the forces from Angmar, passed through and couldn't resist staying the night. In the morning he said to the innkeeper, whose name has been lost, "Swear to me that you will stay open until I return from battle!" The innkeeper, to humor his king, swore an oath in which he jokingly but tragically invoked Eru's name.
Valandur never returned from that campaign, and ever since the ill-fated descendants of that unwise innkeeper have been cursed to keep returning to the inn and re-opening it. Indeed, many of them do not know the story or even their own lineage, and if asked would swear that they were not compelled by any curse. "It just seemed like a good idea," they might say. Or, "I saw a golden business opportunity, but it didn't work out so well."
And yet the keep coming back.
Nobody knows how the family can break the curse, but the Wise suspect it might involve serving beer to a true king of Arnor.
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Oh, yeah, I was off by 700 years.Southron Loremaster wrote: That my friend is an truly impressive idea. My only question was Angmar actively that early in the 3rd age? T.A 652?
Who might Valandur have been fighting?
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Re: The Forsaken Inn
That's a good story, Glor. Worthy of a hand of Hobbit Tales! And your tale might have been passed along by a hobbit with a poor grasp of history.
Valadur might have died in battle (as suggested by Robert Foster in The Complete Guide to Middle-earth) but, as Arnor seems to have been pretty peaceful in the early Third Age before the rise of Angmar, he might have just as likely succumbed to illness or been the victim of a hunting accident.
Valadur might have died in battle (as suggested by Robert Foster in The Complete Guide to Middle-earth) but, as Arnor seems to have been pretty peaceful in the early Third Age before the rise of Angmar, he might have just as likely succumbed to illness or been the victim of a hunting accident.
"Far, far below the deepest delvings of the Dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things. Even Sauron knows them not. They are older than he."
Re: The Forsaken Inn
Otaku-sempai wrote:I agree with what you posted here, though I don't think it's what you meant. Did you mean to write 'appealing'? For my part, the Forsaken Inn has a nice ring to it. The Last Inn is a bit drab (and If you are coming from the East then it would be the First Inn).Terisonen wrote:Such a name is not really apalling.
Oups, I'm not not really fluent in English... I would say appealing.
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