Sweet Shards of Narsil! I like your writing style! You certainly fell in with the "Fellowship of the Ping" here! If you can hunt as half as good as your syllabationary riddlerly aplomb interwebberry skills, You should be as joyfully inebriated as a Prancing Pony Patron!
Make sure you give your dirt weapon a decent and worthy name.! Thats the big thing, you gotta become one with your gear, as it speaks to you in its secret and runic tongue..Consider this carefully, for it is of utmost importance to your successful quest!...
If you feel aggressive, you can go with 'Balrog, RingWraith, Warg, SilverGoblin', MoriaMetalMonster even ...Or on the more subtle side, as a general hobbiest not expecting much, but out and about for general purpose sunny day garden vegetable plunder close to home forays...'PennyPippen' is cute and acceptable.....
FWIW, My F70 is "CladHammer"...My AtPro is "MithrilMan"...see? I never venture into the dangerous out of doors without them! And yes, the damn things glow blue in certain wild situations, thats a nice feature! So definitely ask for that option!
I will also add..there aint chit to be found in the Shire!...A person really has to go out into the dangerous Wilds!...Out there and back again! Report! Look out for those damn big spiders though, and creepy little bug eyed skinny bastards of any make and model...Like a Ford Taurus, sure it looks harmless and easy to handle on the lot.....You probably know this...just thought it would be helpful to the other readers...
Thank you Donsell and dirtydog.
Mud-puppy - funny you should say that. I was thinking the very same thing myself last night, as I leaned over a gin watching a guitarist shred his axe with his teeth while playing George Thorogood better than The Man does himself - I should name my new tool, my companion-to-be, my screen-machine, my coilish collector.
Ironically, I live in a town that has a hole in the middle of it the size of Madagasca, put there by man in the pursuit of the gleaming yellow stuff. Matter of fact, it used to be Martha Hill, but is now Martha Hole. They actually shifted that hill, bit by bit, via conveyer belt, under the ground, to the other side of town. As you do.
Here's a link about it if you're feeling readerly.
Now and again a house or two falls into an old underground working somewhere in town, so I guess if my searches for gold are unsatisfying, at the very least I may find me a furnished hobbit-hole to crouch in.
The name of our shire - Waihi (pronounced 'why-he') means 'rising water'. I'm thinking I will stride forth as I mean to go on - boldly - thus I shall name my first detector the Waiheathen Dirtslayer, Slayer for short.
Slayer and I will range from the
beach, which is 12 kms from me, to thum thar hills where there used to be a huge gold-mining town, a place called the
Karangahake Gorge (meaning the 'calling of the crooked one' - nice and creepy, right?).
We don't have long slithery things around here, thanks be to the gods, but we do have large wild sharpy-tusk pigs, even larger behorned deer, growers of a certain green plant who like to protect their crops with dodgy wire limb-rippers and of course the great
New Zealand Weta, so it still pays to be careful and it's entirely possible I'll also be packing my slingshot and a whole lotta marbles. Not for the wetas though. I like wetas. Faces only a mother could love, but they're kinda cool in a prehistorically ugly, prickly kinda way.
And the spiders around here tend to just mind their own business. Although close to Australia, New Zealand broke off from Gondwanaland fairly early in the piece and it was Australia that copped all them thur deadly creatures while we drifted into cooler waters where they mostly died out and generally left us in peace. So no snake-proof boots for me. I definitely want the blue-glow option though for orc and ringwraith-repelling purposes. Pesky critters.
aboard!
