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Ah, the post is up. Girion is fallen.
It's a rollicking bit of postage, hopefully not to rip-roaring and overly fabtastical. Girion's out of the way, but he left a present for Smaug. Thus ends my catacysm (quoting Henry IV, Part I works suerprisingly well in this situation). Check out the RPG thread to see Girion's noble, if not farfetched end.
Best wishes to all...
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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