Prisoner of Númenor Planning/Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Himaran · 10-26-2005, 06:40 PM

Just a reminder to the group: make sure that somehow, a horse is left for Abarzadan. Otherwise, he is as good as dead...

I have 2 more posts I'm working on, both inside the city. I want to finish this one in as interesting a manner as possible.

littlemanpoet · 10-26-2005, 08:31 PM

Uh oh, Himaran. I has assumed that you had made your choice that Abarzadan would die with the island. As I see it, we have two choices:

1. edit all our posts to leave one horse behind; and this horse would have to have been the one that Abarzadan had ridden across the island in the first place; the idea here is that the horse has loyalty to the man even if the others forget him.

2. Mabalar gets a report from the group and in that report he learns of Abarzadan, and he is either furious or horror stricken or remorseful (or some mixture of those) that this ally has been left behind, and commands that Marsillion ride back immediately and rescue him. Why Marsillion? Because it comes out in the report to Mabalar how Marsillion had spit upon and slapped Abarzadan, and Mabalar upbrades him for it, and sends him back as restitution.

Which way shall we take this, or is there a third option?

Feanor of the Peredhil · 10-26-2005, 09:45 PM

We've only got a few hours before the island sinks, yeah? So in order to keep our timeline smooth, we need to send back a horse now, right? Before we reach Romenna, as the trip, even on the Energizer Kariborimbunnies, takes at least a few hours. Also, whoever writes that in should account for what this horse has been doing while riderless. Surely the Faithful would notice a passengerless horse cantering along-side them?

On the plus side, my characters currently don't have the mindset to notice Abarzadan gone. Kath's dying (maybe? haven't decided yet.) and Inzi's blaming herself for it. I feel that I really must foist this twist off on someone else, as they just can't deal with it.

Himaran · 10-29-2005, 08:38 AM

LMP: sorry if I gave that impression... I guess, based on the timeline, it would appear like Abarzadan was going to end up staying there.

I will do my very best to get another post up by tonight!

littlemanpoet · 10-29-2005, 12:32 PM

Himaran, we'll go with what you want for your character (speaking rather boldly for all here as if their opinion was mine

). You tell us which of the three you want for Abarzadan:

1) stay on the island

2) have a horse left behind

3) have a horse with Marsillion hurry back for him.

Tell us which way works best for you and your character, and that's what we'll do (just between you and me and everybody else reading this,

the more suspenseful the better).

Feanor of the Peredhil · 10-29-2005, 01:07 PM

Suspense? I like suspense... there's no such thing as too much suspense... as can be seen by Kath who, in my mind, constantly flits between escapes and keels over dead.

Himaran · 10-29-2005, 09:21 PM

Pio: could you please place this post above Post #99 in the game thread? Thanks!

POST PLACED ~*~ PIO

___________________________START POST

Himaran's post

The last time Abarzadan had been in a Numenorean mansion was beyond the reach of his more than adequate memory. As he and Ellinel passed through the set of beautifully-crafted heavy wooden doors, the man could only glance at a few of the amazing features displayed before him before a stone-faced (and well-dressed) servant appeared and took their coats; he did not even blink at the sight of Abarzadan's (which was torn, soaked and bloodied). The still-beaming woman beside him touched his shoulder and wispered that she would go and find her father. Both she and the servant disappeared, leaving him to study the house's many intricate details. The atrium was huge; beams with various pictures carved into them supported the walls, and towering above the polished stone floor was a colored glass dome. A central, enormous and gently-curving staircased climbed up the walls, stopping briefly at each level before continuing its upward journey. Surprisingly, it was deathly quiet.

It was not Ellinel who returned to meet him. An older man, tall and well-built with a full head of still-dark hair, appeared from one of the lower doors and stepped towards him. His walk was quick, and he carried his shoulders high. His clothing was custom and exquisite. Every fiber of his being exuded power. "My daughter tells me that you are Abârzadan."

"Such is the case, yes. She believes that you knew my father."

The man's face twisted, but he regained his composure a second later. "Yes, I knew Abâranâ. By your demeanor I understand that he has passed away."

"Again, you are are correct. I thought that since you were friends, there might be some lose ends that needed tying up, assuming you and he had conducted business together."

He was quiet for a moment. "Ah, but I am rude. My name, Abârzadan, is Anadanâ. Welcome to my home. Do you require refreshments, or shall we get right to the task at hand?"

Abârzadan declined the offer, and the two headed up the staircase.

***

Anadanâ's study was immense. Row upon row of shelves was stuffed tight with leather-bound books, and heavy cabinets filled with documents lined the walls whenever an open space presented itself. A huge ivory desk covered with scattered papers sat in the center. The host led his guest straight to it, pulled up and extra chair, and bid him to sit. Anadanâ spent a few moments searching one of the cabinets, but soon returned with a large folder. He sat down and pulled out documents one at time, explaining their significance as he went. Apparently, Abâranâ and he had run a business together for many years. It started out as a small entrepreneurship, but eventually evolved into a highly succesfull enterprise that held a virtual monopoly in the housing industry for a decade. When Abârzadan's father abruptly disappeared, his partner simply took over. "But now that you're here," he assured Abârzadan, "You can sign for him and take your father's place."

Anadanâ pulled out a crumpled paper and blew a cloud of dust off it. "Here we are. Assuming that you want in on this." He picked up an inkwell with his right hand, turned it over, and grimaced. "Ah, it's empty. I will have to go and fetch a fresh bottle. Please excuse me." And with that, he stood and disappeared from the room.

Abârzadan chuckled to himself. Anadanâ had seemed like the sort of man that would have called a servant long before venturing out to find something as trivial as an ink canister. After all, there were several buttons on the a nearby panel, all labeled - a bell system that ran throughout the entire residence. Pushing the thought aside, the man snatched up the paper and read through the legal material. Everything seemed in order, and the previous signiture had indeed been made by Abâranâ Barântâira.

Wait. Batânzâira... Barântâira. That is not his name! Upon making this startling revelation, the man leaped to his feet. Suddenly visible was a dark pool of ink, slowly settling at the bottom of an otherwise-empty silver waste-basket.

And Abârzadan make a quick and accurate assumption. Something about the entire afternoon was very, very wrong.

_________________________________________END POST

Have I got you all intrigued yet? I'm already working hard on the next one!

LMP: Do whichever you wish. The horse coming back is easier to edit in than a whole conversation between Abarpanaru and Marsillion, but if you want to go the extra mile than go right ahead. It would certainly tie that little side-story up nicely.

10-26-2005, 09:45 PM	#3
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	We've only got a few hours before the island sinks, yeah? So in order to keep our timeline smooth, we need to send back a horse now, right? Before we reach Romenna, as the trip, even on the Energizer Kariborimbunnies, takes at least a few hours. Also, whoever writes that in should account for what this horse has been doing while riderless. Surely the Faithful would notice a passengerless horse cantering along-side them? On the plus side, my characters currently don't have the mindset to notice Abarzadan gone. Kath's dying (maybe? haven't decided yet.) and Inzi's blaming herself for it. I feel that I really must foist this twist off on someone else, as they just can't deal with it. __________________ peace

10-29-2005, 01:07 PM	#6
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Suspense? I like suspense... there's no such thing as too much suspense... as can be seen by Kath who, in my mind, constantly flits between escapes and keels over dead. __________________ peace

10-29-2005, 09:21 PM	#7
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Pio: could you please place this post above Post #99 in the game thread? Thanks! *POST PLACED ~~ PIO ___________________________START POST Himaran's post The last time Abarzadan had been in a Numenorean mansion was beyond the reach of his more than adequate memory. As he and Ellinel passed through the set of beautifully-crafted heavy wooden doors, the man could only glance at a few of the amazing features displayed before him before a stone-faced (and well-dressed) servant appeared and took their coats; he did not even blink at the sight of Abarzadan's (which was torn, soaked and bloodied). The still-beaming woman beside him touched his shoulder and wispered that she would go and find her father. Both she and the servant disappeared, leaving him to study the house's many intricate details. The atrium was huge; beams with various pictures carved into them supported the walls, and towering above the polished stone floor was a colored glass dome. A central, enormous and gently-curving staircased climbed up the walls, stopping briefly at each level before continuing its upward journey. Surprisingly, it was deathly quiet. It was not Ellinel who returned to meet him. An older man, tall and well-built with a full head of still-dark hair, appeared from one of the lower doors and stepped towards him. His walk was quick, and he carried his shoulders high. His clothing was custom and exquisite. Every fiber of his being exuded power. "My daughter tells me that you are Abârzadan." "Such is the case, yes. She believes that you knew my father." The man's face twisted, but he regained his composure a second later. "Yes, I knew Abâranâ. By your demeanor I understand that he has passed away." "Again, you are are correct. I thought that since you were friends, there might be some lose ends that needed tying up, assuming you and he had conducted business together." He was quiet for a moment. "Ah, but I am rude. My name, Abârzadan, is Anadanâ. Welcome to my home. Do you require refreshments, or shall we get right to the task at hand?" Abârzadan declined the offer, and the two headed up the staircase. * Anadanâ's study was immense. Row upon row of shelves was stuffed tight with leather-bound books, and heavy cabinets filled with documents lined the walls whenever an open space presented itself. A huge ivory desk covered with scattered papers sat in the center. The host led his guest straight to it, pulled up and extra chair, and bid him to sit. Anadanâ spent a few moments searching one of the cabinets, but soon returned with a large folder. He sat down and pulled out documents one at time, explaining their significance as he went. Apparently, Abâranâ and he had run a business together for many years. It started out as a small entrepreneurship, but eventually evolved into a highly succesfull enterprise that held a virtual monopoly in the housing industry for a decade. When Abârzadan's father abruptly disappeared, his partner simply took over. "But now that you're here," he assured Abârzadan, "You can sign for him and take your father's place." Anadanâ pulled out a crumpled paper and blew a cloud of dust off it. "Here we are. Assuming that you want in on this." He picked up an inkwell with his right hand, turned it over, and grimaced. "Ah, it's empty. I will have to go and fetch a fresh bottle. Please excuse me." And with that, he stood and disappeared from the room. Abârzadan chuckled to himself. Anadanâ had seemed like the sort of man that would have called a servant long before venturing out to find something as trivial as an ink canister. After all, there were several buttons on the a nearby panel, all labeled - a bell system that ran throughout the entire residence. Pushing the thought aside, the man snatched up the paper and read through the legal material. Everything seemed in order, and the previous signiture had indeed been made by Abâranâ Barântâira. Wait. Batânzâira... Barântâira. That is not his name! Upon making this startling revelation, the man leaped to his feet. Suddenly visible was a dark pool of ink, slowly settling at the bottom of an otherwise-empty silver waste-basket. And Abârzadan make a quick and accurate assumption. Something about the entire afternoon was very, very wrong. _________________________________________END POST Have I got you all intrigued yet? I'm already working hard on the next one! LMP: Do whichever you wish. The horse coming back is easier to edit in than a whole conversation between Abarpanaru and Marsillion, but if you want to go the extra mile than go right ahead. It would certainly tie that little side-story up nicely. Last edited by piosenniel; 10-29-2005 at 11:49 PM.

10-26-2005, 06:40 PM	#1
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Just a reminder to the group: make sure that somehow, a horse is left for Abarzadan. Otherwise, he is as good as dead... I have 2 more posts I'm working on, both inside the city. I want to finish this one in as interesting a manner as possible.

10-26-2005, 08:31 PM	#2
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Uh oh, Himaran. I has assumed that you had made your choice that Abarzadan would die with the island. As I see it, we have two choices: 1. edit all our posts to leave one horse behind; and this horse would have to have been the one that Abarzadan had ridden across the island in the first place; the idea here is that the horse has loyalty to the man even if the others forget him. 2. Mabalar gets a report from the group and in that report he learns of Abarzadan, and he is either furious or horror stricken or remorseful (or some mixture of those) that this ally has been left behind, and commands that Marsillion ride back immediately and rescue him. Why Marsillion? Because it comes out in the report to Mabalar how Marsillion had spit upon and slapped Abarzadan, and Mabalar upbrades him for it, and sends him back as restitution. Which way shall we take this, or is there a third option?

10-29-2005, 08:38 AM	#4
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	LMP: sorry if I gave that impression... I guess, based on the timeline, it would appear like Abarzadan was going to end up staying there. I will do my very best to get another post up by tonight!

10-29-2005, 12:32 PM	#5
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Himaran, we'll go with what you want for your character (speaking rather boldly for all here as if their opinion was mine ). You tell us which of the three you want for Abarzadan: 1) stay on the island 2) have a horse left behind 3) have a horse with Marsillion hurry back for him. Tell us which way works best for you and your character, and that's what we'll do (just between you and me and everybody else reading this, the more suspenseful the better).