Scarburg Meadhall Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

littlemanpoet · 07-11-2008, 12:38 PM

and go ahead and post, Groin.

Groin Redbeard · 07-11-2008, 03:37 PM

Thanks, LMP, I'll get my post in as soon as possible!

Folwren · 07-12-2008, 02:20 PM

Haha, interesting post, Lommy. I think it would be more appropriate for Gwath to post next, seeing as he's the one questioned. If he does so early enough, I may be able to write again before tomorrow. But as Javan has not yet been asked to speak, I'll keep out of it for now.

-- Foley

Thinlómien · 07-12-2008, 02:26 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Folwren

Haha, interesting post, Lommy. I think it would be more appropriate for Gwath to post next, seeing as he's the one questioned. If he does so early enough, I may be able to write again before tomorrow. But as Javan has not yet been asked to speak, I'll keep out of it for now.

Or, if you wish to post, you could follow his own advice and put words to his mouth...

As for that grown-up discussion, I think we should either postpone it, or write it soon-ish and then insert to proper place. We should probably hear Noggie's opinion, but he seems to have disappeared from these threads - he hasn't managed to write that post he's been promising to write all the summer...

But he's playing ww and I heard phantom is charging him with loads of football tournament stuff, so I guess we can semi-forgive him.

I'll try make him post or at least explain, though, if he doesn't post on this thread by tomorrow...

Groin Redbeard · 07-14-2008, 12:57 PM

Great job on your post, Nogrod. I enjoyed reading about the new characters.

When you mentioned fire, Gwathagor, I thought you meant a FIRE not a flickering flame that soon snuffs out!

Anyway, I enjoyed reading your post. I guess Crabbannan isn't all that bad when it comes down to it.

Folwren · 07-14-2008, 06:21 PM

Okay...I posted too late. Gwath, could you put this post at the end of your post #170?

Anyone who knows Garstan's character better, tell me if I overdid him and what he said.

-- Foley

Folwren's Post

Garstan fixed his attention on the boys once Crabbanan had excused himself and backed out of the issue. While Crabannan worked behind them, going hard at it with hammer and stake, Garstan demanded an explanation.

“What happened here?” he asked.

“Well, he said-” both Javan and Cnebba started at once with raised voices, but a single, stern glance from Garstan shut them both up. There was a short silence as the two boys looked at each other, both suddenly unwilling to begin. Garmund finally did.

“Javan wanted to put up the canvas even after you had told us not to until you got back.”

“I wasn’t intending to disobey, though,” Javan interjected. “They’re lying if they say that. I just wanted to get the canvas ready to put up.”

“Then why was it almost coming to blows again?”

“He called me a baby,” Cnebba accused, pointing his finger.

“You were being rude and a baby,” Javan replied, slapping Cnebba’s hand away.

“That’s enough,” Garstan said. Once more his voice had enough warning to it that all three of the boys were still and silent. “I am going to discuss this with your brother, Javan. And you two,” he said, looking at Cnebba and Garmund. He read more in their looks than just innocent victims of Javan’s words. “Your behavior today towards Javan has been poor as well. This isn’t the end of it. But we have work to do. We’ve hardly gotten anything done here, although we’ve been here all morning. If you three don’t start putting an effort into getting these tents up, I’m going to take discipline into my own hands. Now get to it. You can have some water, first.”

Javan looked down and moved forward towards the buckets of water. Garmund and Cnebba went, too, and Javan stopped to allow them to go first – hardly out of a wish to be gentlemanly. When they had all gotten a drink, they turned back again and received orders on what to do next.

Folwren · 07-14-2008, 06:54 PM

Nogrod, can you put this at the beginning of your post 172?

Thanks!

-- Foley

Folwren's Post

Saeryn woke again finally in the late afternoon. She felt calmer and collected, strong and able to rise. She lifted her head and looked about. The tent was empty, the flap fastened shut. She gently lifted the light cover off of herself and strained to see her wounded side. The dressing and wrap was fresh and it felt cool and soothing.

She drew a deep breath and then let it out slowly again as she sat up. With only a little difficulty, she rose and dressed herself and then headed out of the tent.

She wanted to see the new holding before darkness fell and she wanted to do it without being hindered. Everyone was at work and no one noticed as she exited the tent. She would explore the place quietly and unobtrusively as possible and then seek the company of the ladies.

Soon, she told herself, she would be one of the inhabitants again. Then no one would ask questions, or wonder about her. This, at least, was her hope. Her past was behind her, and with no one left to come stir it up and to find her, she thought she could be happy and content to stay.

Nogrod · 07-14-2008, 07:01 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Folwren

Nogrod, can you put this at the beginning of your post 172?

Done.

A nice one as well...

07-11-2008, 03:37 PM	#2
Groin Redbeard Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Facing the world's troubles with Christ's hope! Posts: 1,635	Thanks, LMP, I'll get my post in as soon as possible! __________________ I heard the bells on Christmas Day. Their old, familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeatof peace on earth, good-will to men! ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

07-12-2008, 02:20 PM	#3
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Haha, interesting post, Lommy. I think it would be more appropriate for Gwath to post next, seeing as he's the one questioned. If he does so early enough, I may be able to write again before tomorrow. But as Javan has not yet been asked to speak, I'll keep out of it for now. -- Foley __________________ A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. - C.S. Lewis

07-14-2008, 12:57 PM	#5
Groin Redbeard Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Facing the world's troubles with Christ's hope! Posts: 1,635	Great job on your post, Nogrod. I enjoyed reading about the new characters. When you mentioned fire, Gwathagor, I thought you meant a FIRE not a flickering flame that soon snuffs out! Anyway, I enjoyed reading your post. I guess Crabbannan isn't all that bad when it comes down to it. __________________ I heard the bells on Christmas Day. Their old, familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeatof peace on earth, good-will to men! ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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07-11-2008, 12:38 PM	#1
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Just put a time sig in the subject line and go ahead and post, Groin.

07-14-2008, 06:21 PM	#6
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Okay...I posted too late. Gwath, could you put this post at the end of your post #170? Anyone who knows Garstan's character better, tell me if I overdid him and what he said. -- Foley Folwren's Post Garstan fixed his attention on the boys once Crabbanan had excused himself and backed out of the issue. While Crabannan worked behind them, going hard at it with hammer and stake, Garstan demanded an explanation. “What happened here?” he asked. “Well, he said-” both Javan and Cnebba started at once with raised voices, but a single, stern glance from Garstan shut them both up. There was a short silence as the two boys looked at each other, both suddenly unwilling to begin. Garmund finally did. “Javan wanted to put up the canvas even after you had told us not to until you got back.” “I wasn’t intending to disobey, though,” Javan interjected. “They’re lying if they say that. I just wanted to get the canvas ready to put up.” “Then why was it almost coming to blows again?” “He called me a baby,” Cnebba accused, pointing his finger. “You were being rude and a baby,” Javan replied, slapping Cnebba’s hand away. “That’s enough,” Garstan said. Once more his voice had enough warning to it that all three of the boys were still and silent. “I am going to discuss this with your brother, Javan. And you two,” he said, looking at Cnebba and Garmund. He read more in their looks than just innocent victims of Javan’s words. “Your behavior today towards Javan has been poor as well. This isn’t the end of it. But we have work to do. We’ve hardly gotten anything done here, although we’ve been here all morning. If you three don’t start putting an effort into getting these tents up, I’m going to take discipline into my own hands. Now get to it. You can have some water, first.” Javan looked down and moved forward towards the buckets of water. Garmund and Cnebba went, too, and Javan stopped to allow them to go first – hardly out of a wish to be gentlemanly. When they had all gotten a drink, they turned back again and received orders on what to do next.

07-14-2008, 06:54 PM	#7
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Nogrod, can you put this at the beginning of your post 172? Thanks! -- Foley Folwren's Post Saeryn woke again finally in the late afternoon. She felt calmer and collected, strong and able to rise. She lifted her head and looked about. The tent was empty, the flap fastened shut. She gently lifted the light cover off of herself and strained to see her wounded side. The dressing and wrap was fresh and it felt cool and soothing. She drew a deep breath and then let it out slowly again as she sat up. With only a little difficulty, she rose and dressed herself and then headed out of the tent. She wanted to see the new holding before darkness fell and she wanted to do it without being hindered. Everyone was at work and no one noticed as she exited the tent. She would explore the place quietly and unobtrusively as possible and then seek the company of the ladies. Soon, she told herself, she would be one of the inhabitants again. Then no one would ask questions, or wonder about her. This, at least, was her hope. Her past was behind her, and with no one left to come stir it up and to find her, she thought she could be happy and content to stay.