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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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I'll try to fill my save today.
Undómë. I think we should put Sythric standing beside Meghan at the pyre - probably taking her in to his arms. These two anyway, were Raedwald's closest friends, and would be the most affected by his death. So I think I write Sythric to take hold of Meghan, wrapping his right arm (not the left side...) around her and trying to comfort her - with no words. Then they would be the last people at the pyre (when others start packing up), just looking at it, side by side, not speaking anything. If you think that ok., everything's fine. If you think that Meghan would react in some particular way, please let me know it.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Save filled....
Undómë: check Meghan's reactions. I hope they are ok., but if not, I will change them according to your will... Arry: Should we move your post #350 before the shared post of me and Tevildo (#348)? From the storytelling point of view, it would make sense. All: what do you think, should we try to get all the party to Edoras, or just leave some people (including Sythric) behind during the next day? It might be believable, if Sythric, Vaenosa, Brand (?) and then possibly Leod (to aid them) and Athwen (?)... whoever, would be slowing down and making their own party, just trying to get somewhere, where there are people - to Croacht or something... It could be good storywise, but do we have enough active writers to accomplish the quest by that kind of solution? Undómë and Tevildo write regularly, but we shouldn't pain them to write all of the rest of the story that goes with the Edoras-stuff... (and I'm not sure, if Arry want's to be derailed at the end in his own game ![]() |
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2004
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I don't see the need to move my post - all of those posts take place at night, before the advent of morning.
We will not split up the group - all of us will make it to Edoras together. Everyone please get your posts for the funeral on board if you wish to. Day after tomorrow (Wednesday) I will start us out toward the Golden Hall and most likely move us ahead about 3 days game-time.
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I think it would have been more logical if Meghan would have first told you about her preferred animals and then had played - to which Brand wakes up for a moment and then they both go to sleep. Otherwise Meghan has sat there beside Brand for some hours (the guard being changed and Syth. & Dorran had been together for awhile already), and only then starts to play the flute, then goes to sleep and immediately wakes up again (tough night for her...). But no problem. There surely is room for other interpretations too.
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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Mar 2005
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Actually, Nogrod - that was a long tiring night for Meghan. She was up watching over Brand for most of it - trying to keep him lulled to sleep with both her stories and her music. And when she finally did get some sleep, Athwen woke her up
Everyone else - have you decided to drop from the game? Are you going to post at the little funeral before we move on? Arry - maybe we should just get all the way to Edoras when you next post and then close the game. Just a thought ~ U
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment.
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I'm debating whether or not to put up a save... I have a bad cold and I still have to go to lectures in the morning, so I spend most afternoons either in bed or trying to keep up with the studies.
But don't close up the game just yet, I'll have a funeral post for Osmod and if the game moves on, Pio can put it up for me. I don't know exactly when I'll be able to write up something good, but I'll try.
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Nov 2005
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I felt bad about the talk of OtF dying (is that the correct verb? to die, not dye) so I decided to write up a post. I think it may be a bit repetitive, but it's the best I can do right now. Hope you enjoy it.... and Pio could you place it after post 349? (before the post in which Athwen wakes up). Thanks again
--------------------------------------------------------------------- POSTED TO THE GAME ~*~ Pio Farael's post It was a long night for all of them. The wounded needed to be looked after and those who had not been gravely wounded had to help Leod. Osmod sported a bruised arm and a few minor cuts. The pain on his chest had gotten worse after the fight so after the heaviest workload had been done, Leod told Osmod to get some rest. Yet it would be a restless night. The moans of the wounded in their sleep and the dull ache of his limbs was enough to keep his troubled mind alert. He had given up on them, on those left in the hill, and most of them had been gravely wounded. The questions kept sounding in his throbbing head yet the answers were not there. He felt as if he would never sleep again, so he decided to go stretch his legs. He walked to the nearby trees as silently as he could. He told himself he didn’t want to rouse the lucky ones who could sleep, but deep inside he knew that he just wanted to be alone. By his bedroll laid one of his drawings, the figures interlaced and crossed so that very few could decipher its meaning. What scared Osmod the most is that he did not recall writing it, but what it depicted was so terrible he did not dare to let those thoughts into his mind. They were there anyway, lurking in the dark unconscious corners. He thought about deserting them all once again. Taking his sword, bow and arrows and fighting his way to safety or, most likely, death. As he returned to the camp, the grim moods had not subsided and he sneaked towards his mount, who greeted him cheerfully. ”If you only knew my friend, what I am about to do, would you shed a tear for me? Will anyone cry my loss or will I pass, from light to shadow never to be remembered again?” A cold wind blew from the north, moaning a lamentation for the war. It was then that Osmod heard a voice calling his name. Yet it sounded far, far away and at the same time close, as if inside Osmod’s own mind. He knew the voice and he understood the message even if no more words had been spoken. Walking back to his bedroll, he erased the grim picture and drew a new one with his finger on the dirt. It was simple, composed by just three runes and a name. The meaning comforted Osmod all the same. To Edoras, for Rædwald. Finally, a sudden quietness took over his soul and he slept. He would not wake until the following morning.
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Farael
Thursday is fine.
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