Tingham
In Cryo Sleep
[mod] A link to part one and a link to part two to refresh people's memory. /bone 
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Having slept fitfully , the Hobbits arose and headed north. Not long after setting out, right before entering Crossroads, they came upon a shack. In it, they found a thoroughly miserable looking orc. *
His sad face was in his hands, his tears made a wet patch on the ground. His expression was one of outright and complete misery. He barely looked up as the hobbits entered his hut, arguing, he merely trembled a little more and gave a small moan.
“Who are you” asked Midge,* while Gidean looked around the house for anything to steal, or eat.
“My name is Mankrik, but many know me as Sasser” said the orc.
“Why do you look so miserable?” asked Midge.
“Oh, I'm not miserable” said the Orc, puzzled “its a lovely day, the sun is shining, the birds are singing. All I'm going to do today is brush the dog and do a little gardening”.
“Oh” Said Brad. “Fair enough, fair enough”.
And with that, the Hobbits left. As they were turning the corner onto the cross
roads road, Sasser shouted after them.
“Actually, have any of you seen my wife? She went out for Groceries an hour ago. I was expecting her back...”.
The Hobbits confirmed that they indeed hadn't seen Sasser's wife, but would look out for her.
The door to Crossroads was large and sturdy. It was getting dark as they ran up to it, the darkness closing in all around them, their fretful little minds thinking only of the Dark Riders, and Grass.
They knocked upon the door, and stood waiting for some time. Eventually the door was opened by
a gatesman and they hurried in. Spotting the Inn immediately, they hurried up to it.
The Innkeeper, a large town hobbit, peered down at them.
“Can I help you?” He said
“BRING ON THE” Said Jamie
“Shut up” said Gidean
“Were looking for Thingy” said Midgert “Is he here?”
The Innkeeper looked confused for a moment. He looked at them quizzically.
“Lazer Chicken?” He said
“No no no no no” corrected Gidean. “Hes a Fat Owl”. The other Hobbits nodded enthusiastically.
“I was expecting him, but I'm afraid he isn't here” Said the innkeeper, to the Hobbits growing fear.
“Very well” Said Gidean, do you have any rooms. Within minutes they were sat down in a comfortable parlour, nomming.
As the Hobbits slept. They were unaware of goings on outside the crossroads.
“I wonder who that woman was, the one with the groceries” Said Masia
“I have NO idea” said Peterson “But she's gone now. Hey, who knows, maybe her death will turn into a much repeated and easy quest done by everyone in the region then transformed into an internet meme, which is then overused, cast aside, and forgotten”.
“It almost makes me feel a sense of self worth for killing her” Said Masia
“Yeah” Said Peterson “That is, when you can get your mind off furry boobies long enough to think about things, you freak”.
As they approached the gate of the Crossroads, the small slit for the gatesman to see out of opened. There was a a small, frightened moo and the slit closed.
“Whats that in the door?” said Masia
“Haven't you heard?” Said Peterson “That's a famous Crossroads Door Slit”
“THATS a clit?!” said Masia “I had no idea”
[/mod]Having slept fitfully , the Hobbits arose and headed north. Not long after setting out, right before entering Crossroads, they came upon a shack. In it, they found a thoroughly miserable looking orc. *
His sad face was in his hands, his tears made a wet patch on the ground. His expression was one of outright and complete misery. He barely looked up as the hobbits entered his hut, arguing, he merely trembled a little more and gave a small moan.
“Who are you” asked Midge,* while Gidean looked around the house for anything to steal, or eat.
“My name is Mankrik, but many know me as Sasser” said the orc.
“Why do you look so miserable?” asked Midge.
“Oh, I'm not miserable” said the Orc, puzzled “its a lovely day, the sun is shining, the birds are singing. All I'm going to do today is brush the dog and do a little gardening”.
“Oh” Said Brad. “Fair enough, fair enough”.
And with that, the Hobbits left. As they were turning the corner onto the cross
roads road, Sasser shouted after them.
“Actually, have any of you seen my wife? She went out for Groceries an hour ago. I was expecting her back...”.
The Hobbits confirmed that they indeed hadn't seen Sasser's wife, but would look out for her.
The door to Crossroads was large and sturdy. It was getting dark as they ran up to it, the darkness closing in all around them, their fretful little minds thinking only of the Dark Riders, and Grass.
They knocked upon the door, and stood waiting for some time. Eventually the door was opened by
a gatesman and they hurried in. Spotting the Inn immediately, they hurried up to it.
The Innkeeper, a large town hobbit, peered down at them.
“Can I help you?” He said
“BRING ON THE” Said Jamie
“Shut up” said Gidean
“Were looking for Thingy” said Midgert “Is he here?”
The Innkeeper looked confused for a moment. He looked at them quizzically.
“Lazer Chicken?” He said
“No no no no no” corrected Gidean. “Hes a Fat Owl”. The other Hobbits nodded enthusiastically.
“I was expecting him, but I'm afraid he isn't here” Said the innkeeper, to the Hobbits growing fear.
“Very well” Said Gidean, do you have any rooms. Within minutes they were sat down in a comfortable parlour, nomming.
As the Hobbits slept. They were unaware of goings on outside the crossroads.
“I wonder who that woman was, the one with the groceries” Said Masia
“I have NO idea” said Peterson “But she's gone now. Hey, who knows, maybe her death will turn into a much repeated and easy quest done by everyone in the region then transformed into an internet meme, which is then overused, cast aside, and forgotten”.
“It almost makes me feel a sense of self worth for killing her” Said Masia
“Yeah” Said Peterson “That is, when you can get your mind off furry boobies long enough to think about things, you freak”.
As they approached the gate of the Crossroads, the small slit for the gatesman to see out of opened. There was a a small, frightened moo and the slit closed.
“Whats that in the door?” said Masia
“Haven't you heard?” Said Peterson “That's a famous Crossroads Door Slit”
“THATS a clit?!” said Masia “I had no idea”
