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Grand Order of the Lost Mathom

Along the Road

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

The Road goes ever on and on
And I don't know where it may lead.
So many dears and friends have gone,
To far away do noble deed.
Looking down the empty road,
My heart tells me to follow thee
To where along it you have flowed.
I am afraid. But also free.

Beware the little sheepdog

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Beware the Little Sheepdog

The news were of the most worrying kind
And the gossip told of impending doom
All across the hobbit village, despair and worry reigned
As the locals fell into a state of cheerless gloom

Good Golly Miss Molly!

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Molly's Wobbles 001:

 

It's been quite a long time since I've thought to put quill to parchment, but the time has come to relieve myself of my burdens.

I disappeared from The Shire for quite some time... how long, I cannot say.

I was aware that my health was declining and that it was becoming harder to do simple Hobbity things. I'm not one to confide in others so much - so kept my growing problems to myself. 

Molly's Wobbles

Author: 
Mollywobbles Puddingdale

This Chronicle is recorded by my character Mollywobbles, member of 
The Grand Order of the Lost Mathom

Trees Tall and Umber

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

A hobbit autumn song, see more information about it on the Biscuity Burrow

Lyrics:

She walks alone through far distant woods
Leaves golden on trees tall and umber
No sound beyond the gentle evening breeze
As the land slows down for winter slumber

Grand Summer Song

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Grand Summer Song

Long ago she too felt young
In the days of yore she always danced and sang
The future looked so bright
Now there’s only night

Memories are all she got
While some are fading as she drinks her tot
Some never go away
They’ll always stay

She remembers walking on a sunny field
And behind the hawthorn hedge it is revealed

Throw the gate open with song

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

Open the Southfarthing Gate!

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

Here is our message ter Will Whitfoot. Open the gate to Southfarthing!

Revival

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

In year 36 by Shire reckoning, almost 1400 years ago, the Great Plague spread across Middle Earth. While little is written about the effects of the plague in the Shire, rumours and tales of old say that the newly established hobbit colony was hit hard.

Come and give me a biscuit or two

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Come and give me a biscuit or two

In the north is a town on the edge of the fields
Home to hobbits and sheepdogs alike
Here a mother of one shook her head in despair
Her lass had expressed her dislike
No vegs she would eat nor no taters or meat
She just wailed and she yelled and she cried
A whimper and frown as she jumped up and down

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