Balrog Cuttings High Street

You now turn right, on to the part of the Great Road that is known as the Balrog Cuttings High Street. By now you are almost certainly extremely thirsty, so it is just as well that you have at last reached the White Horse of Rohan, affectionately known as the WHoR1. There is a board outside with a list of available drinks, as well as live performances for the next few weeks; tonight it seems the Dead Elronds will be on. Perhaps, if punk is not your thing, you'd better come back tomorrow instead for Dingoes Ate My Baby, who are doing a special tour of alternative dimensions.

You briefly wonder why everybody is staring at you as you order a pint of pink lutefizz, but you soon forget as you desperately try to regain your breath after the first careful sip. But don't worry , this is just Balrog Cuttings' *special* way of greeting visitors2.

To help you recover from your lutefizz, it might well be a good idea to have lunch in the White Horse as well. After all, the place seems friendly enough, even though most of what you assume are the regulars seem to be openly carrying various types of weapons3.

Time passes. You have another drink...
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Shome more time passhesh. You shtart shinging about glod.

You wake up in the High Street outside the White Horse. It seems to be morning. You wonder briefly what happened, but you have no idea and decide that it is perhaps better not to find out.

You continue your exploration of Balrog Cuttings a bit later in the morning, after breakfast in the White Horse breakfast room. It might be a good idea to book a room for tonight (unless you want to sleep in the street again).

You aren't really sure where to go next, so you wander down the High Street, noticing along the way that someone rather inconveniently seems to have left a cottage Jon's cottage in the middle of the road. This is in fact High Street 7, which is where Jon used to live. Had you gone straight ahead instead, you would have come to the red walls of Arkady's Kremlin, of old the home of the legendary Arkady, which lies, some distance away from the road, across the street from the White Horse.
Under the Kremlin, Celaeno has built her ACME Strap-On Balrog Wings factory; as she is Third and Last Astronomer, she also has an observatory, located in Caernarvon Castle. Along the road, a bit beyond the White Horse, on your right-hand side you'll see a rather large pond, and a Vertical Hedge. The pond houses some of the most paranoid ducks4 in the multiverse, and the Hedge once was home to yet another inhabitant of the village of Balrog Cuttings, the one and only Captain Vegetable.

1 Yes, it is a rather unfortunate acronym, but hey, ennui soit qui mal y teunce. - back -
2 and they fall for it every time.... [nirglive]. - back -
3 There is an old, stained notice near the door asking visitors to leave their weapons in the rack with their coats, but it has been scratched out and a handwritten note stuck under it, asking people to "never mind all that, jsut clean up and remove the bodies..." A brave visitor might consider asking one of the other drinkers about this, though the only one that ever did so was never seen again. Maybe he shouldn't have tapped that hungry lellow dragon on the shoulder and made her spill her drink. However, to save our esteemed guests from such a risky conversation (and the dragon was complaining about getting phat anyways), the editors of this Guide can reveal that the change in policy dates back to a rather unfortunate incident back in the Third Age when a barkeeper who was braver (or stupider) than most asked a company containing a Wizard, an Elf and a Dwarf to leave their weapons at the door. Those that were there are understandably quiet about what happened exactly, but the scorchmarks and darkish brown stains under the weapons rack, which by the way is now mainly in use as an umbrella stand, tell their own story.... - back -
4 These ducks are lalso only teh third known species of flesh-eating ducks in the multiverse; as they are commonly fed on smurrow and boohbah meat, they are essential in keeping this village clean. - back -