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thistlefoot → trollcloak
Doing some housekeeping and reorganizing my blogs. Changed this url while I was at it because I had not previously known how close it was to someone else's old url and I don't want that (although "thistlefoot" was, like my other url, taken from a book).
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Well, i am glad that we're on the same level. just so you know, he hasn't given up on Sea-Goliant. Watch the tag in the next few weeks. Yours and your master's muse may get involved.
//wait wait what tag should I watch :0
also ossë is offended you think he has a master. R u d e .
Yeah, Osse, whose idea was it for the sea to be so salty, yours or Ulmo's?
“Neither. It was Aȝūlēz who caused the waters to have such high mineral content, given how weak his rocks are when I assault them.”
// Don't stress about Trollcloak, hon. Your absence coincided with a dry spell. What do you think about adventures dealing with, essentially, Sea-goliant?//
//Aw, sorry for that bad timing, then!Â
I think that could be interesting, though curious to work out -- would Ossë already know of them? Or is it some secret hidden creature of Melkor's that's been secreted away in places Ulmo can't see and Ossë doesn't dare get caught peeking?
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Right there. At the head of Anarrima, the third orbit. I need you to see it. Look.
Ossë warbles low in his chest and peers up at the cloaked figure, looking only mildly interested. "And what it do you need me to see? That is not my territory; if something in the stars bothers you, I suggest you seek my sister."
OssĂ« looks briefly up at the stranger -- foreign but remembered aura, unremarkable presence -- then stretches and rumbles, pleased with the cool water.Â
//FYI Trollcloak isn't giving up on finding that palantir in the Anduin yet. He just won't be blackmailing you and yours anymore with curses. Others, though, why not? Hilarity may ensue.//
//TROLLCLOAK. YOU LIVE. I was worried you had trolled yourself into a box somewhere and lost the key. I look forward to seeing what madness you instill on the dash friend.
