Incanus the Grey, Ainu of Music
This old man is average in height, and his face has the look of vast
amounts of wisdom upon it. His hair is very long, and white, the color of a
fresh winter's snow. His beard is very long, the same shade of white as his
hair. It reaches down to below his waist. His eyebrows are very large, white,
and bushy. They are so long in fact, that they exceed the rim of his tall blue
pointed hat. He is cloaked in grey. Underneath his cloak, are garments the
same shade of white as his hair.
Incanus looks healthy.
<worn on finger> Narya the Ring of Fire..It has a soft glowing aura!
<worn around neck> a small, platypus trinket
<worn around neck> a silk scarf
<worn on body> a loose, white cotton tunic
<worn on head> a pointed blue hat
<worn on legs> a pair of white cotton pants
<worn on feet> a pair of fine leather boots
<worn on arms> a pair of white cotton sleeves
<worn about body> an ashen wool cloak
<worn about waist> a leather belt
<worn around wrist> a light violin
<held> a long, wooden staff
<worn on belt> A severed head of Nargul, demon of fire
<worn on belt> a red rose
<worn on belt> a long wooden pipe
This is the Abode of Incanus in the game. :)
Tol Olorin Exits are: N E S W
The air about this place is always cool, and a breeze is seemingly flowing
from the West. A large dais rests in the center of the room. It is
upholstered with plush, blue velvet. It is carved from ancient wood, and
shines with a glossy coat. Near the top of it, the Dwarvish rune for the
letter G is engraved. The floor is made almost entirely of marble, except for
a few grassy patches. Ornate fountains rest upon the grassy patches, and pour
quietly and fill the area with the sound of trickling water. To the Elves, he
is known as Mithrandir, the Dwarves, Tharkun, the Maiar, Olorin, the Hobbits
and men of the West, Gandalf, and in the South, he is Incanus. This splendid
place is a rich lawn, where light and mirth blossom, that is seated high upon
a massive, towering isle. Tol Olorin is one of the greatest spectacles of
Valinor.
A large bulletin board is here, for everyone to write on.
A plump hobbit sits here, flipping through the day's mail.
