Caer Sidi

Minas Tyrrith has been celebrating the Ushering of Spring, with everyone traveling either on horseback or in horse-driven wagons to visit their remote families and celebrate.
Now celebrations have ended and a sudden quiet has descended on the midlands of Minas Tyrrith.
Good morning, Caer.

Badger crawls out of his sett, sees his shadow, and slowly scurries back in.

A great wizard has appeared about 3 weeks ago, casting a sleeping spell on Minas Tyrrith.
Eternal sleep descended on the Dunedaín.
Sleep well, Caer.

Minas Tyrrith wrote:

Miaow

100% agree

So: Genbu Kaiden is 20 years old now. Just hit the birthday of me founding this account. Dang. It's been a while.

Young whippersnapper - gerroff my lawn!

Or, you know, finest felicitations of the day! ;)

Fourty-five long nights have passed. The sun shining on Minas tyrrith had gone into hybernation.
Fourty-five days and fourty-five nights heavy storms plagued the serene country, while the Dunedain and the elf-folk were hiding beneath their blankets in the Great Subterrainean Caves, led there by Prophet Gimli who predicted the event.

After fourty-five days, the skies cleared. A strong, chilly breeze drove away the debris. The sun peekd out of its hiding-place in the skies.

A new dawn.

Good Morning, Caer.

Rhanukhan wrote:

Young whippersnapper - gerroff my lawn!

Or, you know, finest felicitations of the day! ;)

*The herd of sheeps graze on Rhanukhan's lawn.*

And the subterranean dwarves counted the days.
Seven days and seven nights.
And they repeated this ten times,
Until they could no longer hide beneath the ground of Middle Earth.
They went out one Thursday Night into the open planes,
To breathe some fresh air and feed the dragons.
Good evening, Caer.

I'm off to the waffle house in southern Tempest Bluffs, does anyone want anything