Hair Dye, Cloning and General Epic Chaoticness

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

Welcome to the Chaotic RP of TTF! This is a fun, spontaneous, lighthearted, and most importantly, chaotic RP which is available to anyone who wishes to join. While our primary goal is to have fun, we have a few rules in order to keep some method to the madness.

• Firstly, each character belongs to their respective TTF user. In other words, you can't write for a character if someone else has claimed that character. If you're new to the thread, please ask the group which characters are available before you claim one.
• Even though this thread is chaotic and spontaneous, we do have a storyline going. If you're new to the thread, please read the most recent few pages, or more, so you're caught up on what's going on.
• Make sure to interact with other people's characters. Don't just go off and write your own thing without interacting with anybody.
• Don't completely ignore or change the storyline.
• At the same time, please be flexible if someone introduces a new turn of the plot. This is not a carefully planned RP, and it needs to have flexibility for any chaotic new thing someone comes up with (within reason-- it does need to connect to the main story at least loosely).
• If you are writing for multiple characters, use a script format to indicate which character is speaking. Use asterisks* to denote action. For example:
  • Maitimo: *tries to shake Celeraccoon off his arm* STOP BITING ME, TYELKO!
• Try to keep spam to a minimum. I would define "spamming" in this thread as writing more than a page over the course of a few hours. (This can be a tough one to follow, I know.) But spamming makes it hard for other people to keep up.
• At the same time, if you're going to be absent for an extended period of time, we recommend writing your character out temporarily (such as having them disappear or go somewhere) so other people can continue while you're gone.

That's all I can think of for now. If you have any questions or need any help, please feel free to ask!

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

(Just so you know, it was Túrin who killed Glaurung, not whichever Elf you're thinking.)

(Fingon and his mounted archers scared the young Glaurung away with arrows.)

 

[Glorfindel Goldtress]

(Fingon and his mounted archers scared the young Glaurung away with arrows.)

(Oh, right. I was thinking too far ahead. 😂)

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

Thuri seems to think I have no sense of humor, but what she forgets... though I'm right in front of her face... is I'm a dragon. She wouldn't want to get caught up in some friendly fire, now would she? *Blows a spurt of fire Gothmog's way*

*Gothmog scoots around on his perch so that his back is to the burst of flame. As the fire hits it, the mane on his back flares up for a moment, before the excess flame dissipates away harmlessly.*

*He shoots a decidedly unimpressed look at the dragon below, book still safely held in his gloved hands*
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[Glorfindel Goldtress]

*Gothmog scoots around on his perch so that his back is to the burst of flame. As the fire hits it, the mane on his back flares up for a moment, before the excess flame dissipates away harmlessly.*

*He shoots a decidedly unimpressed look at the dragon below, book still safely held in his gloved hands*
ರ⁠_⁠ರ

*With nothing better to do, Glaurung keeps blowing fire to light up Gothmog's essence. The moment the Balrog stops glowing, he re-ignites him.*

(Now I'm just picturing casual pastimes between Glaurung and Gothmog involving them in friendly fire when they're bored. 😂)

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

(Fingon and his mounted archers scared the young Glaurung away with arrows.)

(Correct. Young Glaurung went out to terrorize people after the Dagor Aglareb, seemingly without Morgoth’s direction. Fingon and his archers drove him away back to Angband, as his hide was still too vulnerable to the arrows. Fingon won renown for this deed. 😁)

 

[Ashley]

ROTHBART?! ROTHBAT! *gasps* DADDY!!! *she flits about the cavern erratically looking around*

*As her cries echo around the room, they awaken something. In the shadows underneath Morgoth's throne, one red eye, and then another, slowly blink open. A gray mass lifts itself up and undulates into the form of a powerful wolf: Carcharoth!*

*With nothing better to do, Glaurung keeps blowing fire to light up Gothmog's essence. The moment the Balrog stops glowing, he re-ignites him.*

*As Carcharoth pads across the room, a stream of fire singes the end of his tail* HEY! Watch it, you stupid lizard.

(OOC: Since when is singes not a word? My computer keeps trying to correct it to 'sings'. 🙄)

 

[Glorfindel Goldtress]

*As Carcharoth pads across the room, a stream of fire singes the end of his tail* HEY! Watch it, you stupid lizard.

*Glaurung attempts an apologetic expression, but being a Dragon, it comes out as a sneer.* Surely such is better than experiencing it from the  inside. *Coughs and blows smoke across the room at his clever proclamation regarding the event of the Wolf's greatest pains*

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

*Thuringwethil flies back into the hall in a frustrated flurry* WELL I NEVER!! A swan pillow! He wants me to help him stuff a SWAN PILLOW?! Ugh!!!

*she comes in for landing and flops backwards dramatically onto Carcharoth’s back, being dwarfed by his size and fur* The nerve he has. I told him he could go stuff it himself, and gave him the business card of an associate if he wants help so badly. I am THURINGWETHIL, Servant of my lord Morgoth and Messenger of Angband and Feeder of Thralls! I do NOT stuff pillows!!!

*her fury fading, she realizes what she’s laying in and luxuriously moves her wings around, stroking the fur* My, Draugluin, how lush your fur has become!

(OOC: Yes, I know it’s Carcharoth. Go with it.)

 

[Ashley]

*Glaurung attempts an apologetic expression, but being a Dragon, it comes out as a sneer.* Surely such is better than experiencing it from the  inside. *Coughs and blows smoke across the room at his clever proclamation regarding the event of the Wolf's greatest pains*

*Carcharoth utters a low growl at the memory of his torment. He still gets occasional ulcers because of the havoc the Silmaril played on his stomach* Big talk from a hypno-snake who slept in a ruined castle for years.

*Thuringwethil flies back into the hall in a frustrated flurry* WELL I NEVER!! A swan pillow! He wants me to help him stuff a SWAN PILLOW?! Ugh!!!

*she comes in for landing and flops backwards dramatically onto Carcharoth’s back, being dwarfed by his size and fur* The nerve he has. I told him he could go stuff it himself, and gave him the business card of an associate if he wants help so badly. I am THURINGWETHIL, Servant of my lord Morgoth and Messenger of Angband and Feeder of Thralls! I do NOT stuff pillows!!!

*her fury fading, she realizes what she’s laying in and luxuriously moves her wings around, stroking the fur* My, Draugluin, how lush your fur has become!

(OOC: Yes, I know it’s Carcharoth. Go with it.)

*Carcharoth grunts slightly at the impact but then settles in, resigned to his fate. At least he's getting a free massage out of it.* That's because you're thinking of the wrong wolf again, my lady. I appreciate the compliment, nonetheless. I try to take good care of it.

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

*Morgoth comes in after shooing Rothbart away* CHARCAROTH! Who's a good boy? I mean, BAD boy? Who's a bad boy? Who's a bad boiiiii? *rumples his fur and throws him a treat while making silly dog noises*

*Maitimo, duct taped to a chair nearby, watches with a deadpan expression*

(I decided to throw the timeline out the window because I needed Maitimo's sarcastic and annoyed presence! I believe Mairon will appreciate having another adult in the room too!)

 

[Glorfindel Goldtress]

decided to throw the timeline out the window

(The timeline is already off the cliff at this point. We're not in Time Anything. 😂)

 

[Ashley]

*Morgoth comes in after shooing Rothbart away* CHARCAROTH! Who's a good boy? I mean, BAD boy? Who's a bad boy? Who's a bad boiiiii? *rumples his fur and throws him a treat while making silly dog noises*

*Maitimo, duct taped to a chair nearby, watches with a deadpan expression*

*Carcharoth leaps up, flinging Thuri away, and runs over to Morgoth. He jumps up on him and begins licking his face, nearly knocking him over in the process. * You're back! You're back! I thought you left me, but now you're back here! C'mon, let's play! *He charges away and brings back a large leg bone*

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

*Carcharoth grunts slightly at the impact but then settles in, resigned to his fate. At least he's getting a free massage out of it.* That's because you're thinking of the wrong wolf again, my lady. I appreciate the compliment, nonetheless. I try to take good care of it.

*Still laying on her back, Thuri cranes her neck back so she can look at his head* Oh. All you werewolves look the same from a distance. Either way, I should pet you more often! *continues rolling in his fur*

*Carcharoth leaps up, flinging Thuri away, and runs over to Morgoth.

*she lands hard with a flop on her stomach on the ground, with her wings splayed out*

*she mutters in mild annoyance* Stupid wolf…

*picking herself up, she changes into her vampire-elven form and saunters over to Russamól, running a clawed hand through his hair* And how is our favorite little thrall doing today?

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

*Carcharoth leaps up, flinging Thuri away, and runs over to Morgoth. He jumps up on him and begins licking his face, nearly knocking him over in the process. * You're back! You're back! I thought you left me, but now you're back here! C'mon, let's play! *He charges away and brings back a large leg bone*

*Morgoth doesn't even try to wipe the drool off his face.*

Alright, my bad boi, FETCH! *he throws an old cannonball as far as he can. There's a loud crash in the background and Morgoth grins*

Oops. I think that might have been Mairon's antiques!

*picking herself up, she changes into her vampire-elven form and saunters over to Russamól, running a clawed hand through his hair* And how is our favorite little thrall doing today?

Maitimo: *recoils at her touch* Um, do you mind? I literally just did my curl routine, and you desperately need to trim your nails.

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*Vaguely observing the various interactions below from his perch, Gothmog muses that being too hot for embodied beings to touch is not all bad, really.*

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

*Mairon has no plan of exiting his self-induced coma*

 

[Ent]

 

[Glorfindel Goldtress]

Big talk from a hypno-snake who slept in a ruined castle for years.

At least the guest hours were limitless. Furthermore, my bed to lie upon consisted of the culmination of all the real gold and gems. *Again eyes the clearly leather-and-paper book in Gothmog's hands* All right, Moggy, let me see what is written in it. I'll be the proper judge of a book's contents.

Oops. I think that might have been Mairon's antiques!

If any of them were actually valuable (knowing the kinds of "antiques" Mairon preferred), then you'll PAY! *A cha-ching noise echoes behind his proclamation* ...Who turned on my soundboard?

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

Maitimo: *recoils at her touch* Um, do you mind? I literally just did my curl routine, and you desperately need to trim your nails.

*a small, mischievous, fanged smile plays on her lips* You did your hair just for me? I’m touched, Russamól. It does so make it more enjoyable to play with it. *she wraps a copper coil around her finger and releases it to dangle over his face with a little bounce*

*she walks around behind him and leans in close, gripping his shoulders with her claws* Tell me, would you like to join our Read and Feed Club?

 

[WatcherWraith]

Tiny Ghost stations himself behind a column, waiting to spring out a scare anybody, friend or no, who comes by. If one listens closely, they can hear a spectral giggling.