Resettling the Lost Kingdom Discussion Thread

[Osse]

I am back.... for now my computer is behaving. Now follows my plans for the rest of this fine game:

Bear escapes unhurt from attack---- and slowly stumbles his way back to the settlement... JUST after the rangers have LEFT.

Running through the wild, bear arrives at the settlement just after the captives ( or about 3 hours after) he then meets his DEMISE!!


All posts are written... just need one last bit!!

[TheLadyAerowen]

I filled in that save post. Whee. I'm back into regular posting now that classes are almost over. Great posts by the rest of you, as well. *is envious*

[Belin]

My post has been edited to reflect the absence of Bear. I may have to write a post as one of my npc's, since no player-character Hillmen seem to be in the village at all!

Good job, everyone... keep posting...

[VanimaEdhel]

...and humblest apologies. My computer got in a nasty spot and I had to do some major de-virus-ing and de-Adware-ing. Now I think my computer's rather shell-shocked, but it's working far better. I'll get a post up there a.s.a.p., I promise. I'm working on it as we speak. :)

[Himaran]

After Vanima posts, I will have one up for Olin.

Himaran

[Belin]

Osse's post is now up in my save spot.

Actually, if it's at all possible, I would like to put up a post for Cleft before the end of the battle, since there's no Hillman perspective at all just now... we'll see if I have time.

[VanimaEdhel]

Himaran: it appears that they're still mid-battle. You can either post into where they are and pass it, eliminating our need to catch up for a while, or you can hold off. It's up to the others really. Once you post, I'll start working on another post no matter what you say.

Oh: and I'll be away the 13th-20th, as I'm going to Spain with my school. Then I'm going to be away sporadically after that. We should be finished by then, though.

[Tinuviel of Denton]

Actually, if I'm not mistaken, that battle is taking place at the Hillmen village, which leaves the settlement open. I think that's so, anyway.

[Kryssal]

You're correct. All the fighting is at the hillmen's village. The settlement is just cleaning itself up at the moment. The Rangers and captive hillmen will be arriving at the settlement a little past midday.

[Meneltarmacil]

Just to let you all know, I won't be able to go online from tomorrow until the end of June... then again, I probably wouldn't have posted anyway... Geez, I'm seriously neglecting my duty to this RPG. I'll try to post when I get back. I'm really sorry if I let you guys down... :( :( :(

[Bêthberry]

Just copying this as a reminder from post # 231:

The game will be closed on Sunday June 27th, 10 pm EDT.

Bêthberry,
Moderator fo Rohan

[Osse]

to take what bethberry just said, and unwrap it for all you guys...

HURRY UP hehe

Got all my posts sorted just waiting on things to finish at the settlement, then it can be curtains for me!


Osse

[Tinuviel of Denton]

*raises hand* Um... Did no one see the post where Kestrel is approaching the village? Could someone please spot her?

[Himaran]

I filled in my save - the dwarves have reached the settlement.

Himaran

[The X Phial]

This is the last week of the game. Here's what needs to happen.

Tane and the others should return with the prisoners.

Borthand will spot Kestrel and lump her in with the others and then accuse them all of treason against the crown. Be interrupted by the dwarves who point out the etchings (I can post all of this) and then give the hillmen the choice to join the settlement or swear never to fight again.

Hillmen should post responses and there may be a small skirmish (if time allows).

I will post the end post of the game when the stones for building arrive and those who are staying in the settlement get used to their new environment.

The End.

[Himaran]

Just wanted to let everyone know:

Carrun is now "gone" (or at least away from a computer) for over a month, so his part in this fine tale has ended. He wanted me to tell you that someone can take over Awyrgan for the rest of the game - just don't kill him! :eek:

Himaran

[VanimaEdhel]

X: You said you'd deal with Barzûn telling about the carvings, so I just had him set off to look for someone to tell.

And I'm back for the moment. I'm gone next Tuesday and Wednesday, then the Tuesday through Thursday of the next week. Then that's about it for my disappearances.

[Osse]

I would like to get my last post out of the way, but need for the hillmen to arrive at the settlement first.

Please be swift...

Cheers.

[Kryssal]

Osse - I already posted, just before your last post, about the group arriving from Tane's perspective. I've been waiting for X to post so that we can finish the game up.

~Kryss

[Osse]

I was thinking more of... you know, giving the hillmen their final choice... half way through this, bear comes crashing up...

if not, i'll post it now! Just want a nice slot for me character to die in.

[Osse]

um... it's the 29th... shouldn't we have finished by now?!
Come on X!! :D :D

[Bêthberry]

Last week, Belin asked me to leave the game open a little longer as there were posts still being written, and so, in light of the activity the game has received, I have given the game a slight extension. However, if X cannot post within two days, I will ask the two other game owners, Belin and Kryssal, to finish the game and will close it Sunday, July 4 at noon EDT. There will be no further extensions. Post now or forever hold your words!

Bêthberry,
Moderator for Rohan

[Himaran]

Seeing that there is nothing else for the dwarves to do, I posted what can be my last post for Olin. If, however, he is needed still, send me a pm and I will be happy to write any necessary posts.

This was a fine game, and it was a pleasure playing in it.

Himaran

[Osse]

I have now posted the death scene of Bear, a post I had been planning almost since the start of this fine game. I extend my thanks and congratulations to everyone who took part, on their performances, which truly made this game what it was: fantastic! It was truly a pleasure to find myself amongst such amiable people who enjoy their writing as much as I.

I would also like to thank both Bethberry and X Phial, for allowing me to still play in this game, despite it being moved into Rohan, and despite it being my first RPG.

I hope to write with you all in the future!

AVE!


OSSE

[Meneltarmacil]

Sorry if I spoiled anything important, but I didn't really want my character to die. If you want to delete that last post, it's fine with me.

[Belin]

I'm sorry about not getting this up in time... I will see if I can get the next one up in the next couple of days. Maybe it balances out by being extremely long? :P I was actually thinking of including some stuff about Cleft in here too, but then I realized I'd have to be insane. I was thinking that this should probably go just before X's post or maybe before Van's. Thanks for putting up with me and also, thank you Bb for the extension. And, now, the rather monstrous post:

Wolf scanned the horizon anxiously for signs of his messenger. The dim light revealed nothing, but he continued on in the direction that Fletch ought to be coming from. He was surprised not to have seen him already. The distance between the villages was not this great, not even for a weakling like Fletch. Wolf sighed. He should have known better than to send that fool off on such an important errand, but he did seem to know the land so well, and in any case, what use would he have been in a battle?

He certainly hadn’t been much use so far. Couldn’t he even cover this short distance unaided?

Wolf had always thought that Fletch, despite his gripes and his physical weakness, was at least a courageous man, but it was beginning to occur to him that the errant messenger had taken some of Knife’s less fortunate words to heart and simply decided to stay in the neighboring village where, for now, it was safer. Wolf had even begun to generously bestow a stream of uncomplimentary adjectives on the absent Fletch when he noticed the small, mobile figure of a man in the distance. He rushed toward him.

It was only after he had begun trying to devise the proper words to say to him without knowing, yet, whether the mission had been a success when he realized that this was not Fletch, that this was no any man belonging to his own village. He must be one of Rook’s people. Wolf stopped, eyeing him cautiously. The man had seen him.

For a long moment they simply stared at each other. There were protocols for encounters with Hillmen of other villages, but each knew that the circumstances were no ordinary ones, and each harbored certain new suspicions of the other. The stranger was the first to break the silence. “Good hunting, friend,” he called, his tone anything but friendly.

Wolf laughed grimly at the mundane greeting. “Today I hunt for one of my own. Have you seen a puling, useless little messenger? I had hoped he would return with news, or at least in one piece.” The last sentence held the shadow of a threat, and the stranger knew it. He shrugged carelessly.

“Then I suppose your name is Wolf? I’ve seen your messenger. I must say, I do agree with you; I didn’t take kindly to the way he left. No compliments, no gifts. Then again, he was encouraged to take his leave rather quickly.”

Wolf said nothing. He understood quite clearly that the man was trying to taunt him, but he could not stop the anger from building, palpably, in his body.

The stranger must have seen it, because he grinned slightly and, with a slight gesture of satisfaction, he continued. “Does he leave you this way? He gave us no reason to think we would receive what we had asked, no reason, in truth, to believe that he would even carry our message properly, putting our requests in the most acceptable light. Truly one would think they had offended him, modest as they were for the price that we were asked.” That grin again. Wolf’s eyes narrowed. “I had more to say to him, and I wished to say it in the open. But our business is finished now.”

“Finished?” croaked Wolf.

“I wanted assurance of the weregild and the women. He took offense. He is, as you say, a puling, useless little messenger.”

“Ah,” said Wolf, quietly, “but Rook employs foolish, impudent messengers who do not understand that one cannot demand a price for saving one’s own life, and especially not such a price as this.”

But the other did not hear him. Wolf’s spear was too deeply embedded in his throat.

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Wolf was on his way home when he heard the steady, rhythmic clashes that floated over the hills. It took a moment to register as a variant of a sound he’d heard before; the sound of swords beating against shields, but with more obvious purpose than the haphazard clangs of battle. A sound no Hillman ever made. They did not use shields, preferring the use of both hands and relying on their strength and their reflexes, as well as the inexperience of their usual foes, to protect them from injury; shields were the provenance of professional soldiers. Of the Rangers.

But it was far too close to the village to be the Rangers, thought Wolf as he loped homeward, and he saw no reason why they would do any such thing. All thoughts of Fletch were abandoned as possibilities flashed through Wolf’s mind. Perhaps it was some kind of ceremony. Perhaps they did this merely to amuse themselves, though why they were amusing themselves so far from their settlement, and so soon after the attack, was far beyond his mind to fathom. Still, all their actions were inexplicable, he reminded himself, so this could well be too. It didn’t have to be an attack.

It didn’t have to be an attack.

It didn’t have to be…

But as he reached the crest of the hill, Wolf could see that there were indeed Rangers beating their shields with their swords, apparently in order to frighten the members of his village back into the long line that they were leading away, back toward the settlement.

He stood still, paralyzed. After all that he had done, he had imagined a bloody battle in which most would die. He had imagined that he would be able to protect at least a few. He had thought that he and Bear and a finally reformed Knife would die side by side, giving a few of their people… maybe Kestrel… the opportunity to escape. Maybe those few could have found a new life somewhere else, started a new village, told the tales of this battle to their children for years to come, with tears in their eyes and a note in their voice that hinted at their pride and their sorrow. Surely they would have been clever enough to avoid the eyes of Rook and those like him, and surely the Rangers would find nothing more worth fighting them for. His fear as he left had been precisely this, an attack he could not help to protect them from.

But he never could have predicted this exile. Where under the sky were his determined warriors? And where, in the name of his own endless foolishness, was Bear?

He wondered what the Rangers intended to do with his people once they had arrived wherever it was they were taking them, and his stomach twisted suddenly with a sickening fear. As he ran down the hill, to follow them as stealthily as he could, only one thought was in his mind. Please, if the gods are with me… please let me still be able to help them.

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Wolf had a moment to think over his actions as he stood, hidden and breathless, behind the sheltering wall of a house near the center of the settlement. He had attempted to be careful, but in his dazed state he was sure he could not have done well, and he wondered how they could possibly have been so careless as not to have seen him. He had followed them all the way across the hills, his apprehension growing with the certainty that the Rangers intended to bring their captives back to the settlement. He did not know what he would do when he arrived, but he could do nothing now, and there was none to help him. But he did not worry. His mind was a blank and his body merely followed what it knew: that he had to protect these people, somehow. Somehow. He couldn’t lose them.

He supposed he must have hidden and waited for the inevitable commotion surrounding the arrival of the Rangers to die down before entering the city, but he could not remember at all clearly. He only remembered how quiet the city had been as he skulked along under the overhangs and in the shadows when he could almost as easily have sauntered down the middle of those strange, wide streets. He remembered how he had chosen to hide behind a house that faced the square, where he could hear the voices of a gathering crowd. Nobody was out in the city. They were all here, assembled without him to decide the fate of his people.

The initial shock had never left him, and so he never noticed the rage he ought to have felt, any more than the alarm that would have been appropriate earlier. He was simply waiting and listening. Waiting and listening.

Let them think and speak for now; Wolf intended to act.

[Osse]

Great post Belin, get it up!! Also, could I have perhaps at least some reference to the great death of Bear placed in people's posts please?? :D

Excellent post belin!

[Belin]

Thank you, Osse. :D

The post is already up; X edited it into her post.

I've posted a little one for Cleft's speech; I was going to keep it in the same post with Wolf's next one, but I think Wolf deserves his own. People who wish to pick up on it might note the importance of cultural difference.

I have lots to do tomorrow. However, the last post of Wolf is coming soon, promise.

[Osse]

very nice posts guys, especially krys! :D Thanks for giving Bear a mention.

Belin, perhaps from Wolf's position he sees the rangers carrying his brother's body and that is one of the last things to seal his decisions??

Cheers,

Osse

[Kryssal]

You read my mind Osse.

[Osse]

This is gonna be GOOD

[Belin]

Mostly written on a steno pad on a plane. I hope it lives up to expectations. I can't claim that Wolf's thought process makes sense, but then, he's been through a lot. You didn't have to stop all posting for me though. :p

There's only one day left to finish this up, so if you want to post... post! Step right up, don't be shy, there's plenty of space for everyone....

If someone would like to do me a favor, it might be nice to mention that Knife (who really isn't into this whole death thing) also decided to stick with the settlers. I'm still not sure how you're going to prevent a riot, but I suppose that is the rangers' problem, after all.

and in case I don't post again... it has been an honor to write with all of you, and despite its long duration I really do think this has been a remarkable game. Thanks everyone.

[The X Phial]

Hello my lovelies. Noon EST is the end of the game and I am ready to post the final segment..so if you have something to say or do..do it now ^_^

Ok, the final post is up. Thank all of you so much for sticking with the game and your exceptional writing. It has been a priviledge writing with you all :)

[Bêthberry]

Well done All! A gloomier game than perhaps first forseen, but a very interesting mix of character-driven and action-driven adventure.

I will leave the discussion thread opne for people to post a few final comments if they wish. I am closing the game thread now, but if anyone sees something he or she wishes to edit, post a comment here or PM me and I will reopen it briefly.

I'll leave the game in Rohan for a couple of days to allow for this possibility.

Again, good work All.

Bêthberry

[Osse]

I personally would like to thank Bethberry for taking part in this game, and all you players, especially X, Belin, Carrun and all the others, for playing such fantastic roles and making this game so enjoyable for me.

Once again, thank you all, and I look forward to seeing you all rise in splendour in whatever gaming pursuits you chase in the future...


Regards and Farewell,

Ossë

[Bêthberry]

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