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Ubiquitous Urulóki
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Well, I must say I'm very glad for this sudden burst of posts. Thanks, of course, are due to pio for her familiar acumen.
As of now, we have 9 days (roughly) to get to the Hills of Evendim (Real Time, that is). Good job everyone - this is really shaping up, and we haven't even hit the first real plot point yet; as I see it, the time spent in the Downs and Fornost was all an introduction, a lengthened prologue. Now we're really in the story.
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Wight
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I'd appreciate it if us Elves could have a little "time" to work out which party we're planning to be in. I just posted on the subject (which may, at our fearless leader's discretion, need to be moved up a few posts) but...
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Ubiquitous Urulóki
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Woops, I have apparently made a mistake (sorry, Garen). The Elves already have their party chosen, they're in the second (wouldn't make much sense if they were in the first, since the first contains no other played characters and will not be participating in any of the harrowing adventures of the second). My post - the mover - was supposed to state the reason, but I forgot that. I will edit it in the morning to add that. Must've completely slipped my mind.
I realize that there are, seemingly, a lot of restrictions, but I think that having the characters all seperate does not bode well. There will be numerous points in the game where the characters split up, or are seperated by some distance, but this is not one. A trip with the King would prove an extraordinarily tedious one.
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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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Wight
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Ah. Well. Yes. I suppose that makes a whole lot more sense. Gonna go edit my post now...
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This is my quest, to follow that star; no matter how hopeless, no matter how far. To fight for the right, without question or pause. To be willing to march into Hell for a Heavenly cause! -Man of La Mancha |
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Ubiquitous Urulóki
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My edit is made - Sorry about the confusion...again.
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Wight
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Thanks for bringing that to my attention. Please note the problem has been corrected. ~*~ Pio
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This is my quest, to follow that star; no matter how hopeless, no matter how far. To fight for the right, without question or pause. To be willing to march into Hell for a Heavenly cause! -Man of La Mancha Last edited by piosenniel; 02-01-2005 at 11:56 PM. |
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Scion of The Faithful
Join Date: Apr 2003
Location: The brink, where hope and despair are akin. [The Philippines]
Posts: 5,312
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I came to fill it in yestre day, but the computer centre I was posting in lost its server. I can't wait for them to fix it, as my class had already begun.
Again, I'm sorry. Ms. pio, could you please place this post after Kransha's post (#54)? __________________ POSTED TO THE GAME --- PIO Nilpaurion Felagund's post Bethiril headed for the council chamber. She hoped that the days had brought a renewal of minds to the King and his counsellors, and that in going alone, without Erenor and her fiery temper, they would reach peacefully a path that would avert the danger from Arnor. She found the door shut. Inside, she heard voices. This is strange . . . The Noldo approached the guard standing beside the wooden doors. “What is happening behind these portals?” “The ministers and the lords and the captains of Fornost are holding council.” She glowered at the guard. “How can that be? Would they hold assembly without the Elven emissaries?” She essayed to gain entry into the chamber. “Milady,” the guard said, barring the way of Bethiril. “You cannot enter.” “Why?” “I am but following orders, milady.” “Whose orders?” Bethiril asked, though she already knew the answer. “The counsellor Mellonar?” The guard swallowed. “Yes, milady. It was he.” Bethiril stood still, staring at the doors, as if by some Elven-craft she could see through the wooden barriers. Once again, that contemptible Man had gotten in her way. Who knows what rede the King now pronounces, with the craven Mellonar controlling his every thought. Once again, helplessness set in. Calmly, she turned away from the doors, and made her way back to their quarters.
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Last edited by piosenniel; 02-03-2005 at 11:34 PM. |
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