Land of Darkness Discussion Thread

[Fordim Hedgethistle]

Hurm. . .hoom. . .baroom-boom

I don't want to supplant the rightful role and place of the redoubtable Pio, but I shall -- this once -- assume the mantle that is so ably worn by herself and note that:

The game will be closing on Monday, and there's still a ravening pack of orcs to deal with and resolutions to be achieved. . .

*Fordim wanders back into the forest barooming thoughtfully*

[Bêthberry]

Could the redoubtable pio please place this post for me? It can go anywhere after Aman's post # 156 and before Fordim's post #160.

My save alas must wait for later Saturday to be filled in. It should not deter others from entering the last fight.

EDIT: Post placed on #156 ~*~ Pio

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Bethberry's post for Darash

Darash sat confused and frustrated. After the near-deadly encounter with the bestial orcs--no better than charging, stupid rinombos-rhinoceros--iit had been with a relief amounting to joy that she had first seen Lyshka safe and then spied Grash. The two women had sprung on rejuvenated feet towards him, eagerness lightening their tired faces, ready to tell what they had seen.

Now Darash sat trying to make sense of it. She had run to him and taken his arm, pulling it almost, pointing back to the melee. She had gesticulated wildly almost, running on in her native tongue, describing the struggle and their near-escape, only to be put back under greater assault by Aldor's treachery with the orcs.

"Ahdor. Ahdor. Machumba nuwalla, esumba relege isbatu. Ngeme ebulu," she had told him excitedly. "Dtcekma." It meant carrion bird of prey, vulture, feasting off the dead, without honour of the kill. But Grash had looked at her with strangely glowing eyes. She had taken his arm again, drawing him towards the small bend in the path, so he could look back and perhaps see the traitor in the orcs' midst.

Grash had smiled at her as if humouring her. It was maddening! Darash had never before experienced such failure to be taken seriously. She had turned to Lyshka, pleadingly, her frustration clearly visible in the tight knot of her muscles around her shoulders. Lyshka had nodded yes, but shrugged, as if to say she wasn't sure. Darash had turned back to Grash, the fire of being thwarted and misunderstood shining in her eyes. The man had almost chuckled. He had not looked at her eyes; his own gaze had not met hers and staid there, but wandered off elsewhere. With a snort at this hare who did not recognise the vulture, she had stormed off, exasperated with him who seemed not to listen.

And so she had sat in semi-isolation, her eyes wandering from time to time around the group of her companions who were licking their wounds like animals who had escaped the trap. Lyshka had come over to her, hunched over as if to say "Maybe. I don't know. I couldn't see for sure. It was a blur like the whipping rain." Then Raeis had mouthed the name. The elf understood! The women knew. Why were the men so obtuse? Darash sat there, trying to rest, her eyes closed in the soft afternoon light, aware that Grash was watching her from time to time, but utterly without comprehension.

[Novnarwen]

Both my saves are filled. It's not much, but it's all I can do right now. I'm sorry for taking so long, but I've been busy...

If they need edits, please do tell.

I'll be posting my last post for Rhând soon..

Nova

[Bêthberry]

Thanks for placing my post, pio.

I have a question about the timing. When exactly on Monday will the game close? Will we have the day to complete our post, or does the axe fall in the morning?

Right now, having survived the last orc onslaught with Alak's Lyshka, I'm at a bit of a loss to consider how to survive yet another attack. I hate to resort to that infamous line from Monty Python--"Run away! Run away!"--yet the thought is tempting.

And speaking of Monty Python, I did see Castle Doune in Scotland.

EDIT: Well, what wonders it does to read over each other's posts closely! I took a hint from Fordim's set up of the approach of Aldor and the orcs and have set up some possibilities for our defense. Catch a ride on the menhir express.

I have not mentioned anyone by name other than those that I have closely planned or interacted with but if anyone wants me to edit in the name of their character, let me know.

[piosenniel]

I work on Mondays - so, the game should close when I return from work which will actually be about 1 a.m. Tuesday morning, Pacific Time , U.S.

~*~ Pio

[CaptainofDespair]

Alrighty, my final post is up.

If it needs any changes, just give me a hint, or bluntly tell me.

[Fordim Hedgethistle]

Much to my surprise and delight, Pio has offered to extend the closing date for the game to Friday the 24th, and I have taken her up on the offer.

Please, however, keep the posts coming for the current fight with the orcs -- I will be putting up one of my 'moving things along' posts sometime late Monday/early Tuesday in which the fight will wrap up and the company will finally escape Mordor. I hope that we can then use the week to resolve and/or conclude the many character-based threads we've developed.

CoD -- What an incredible end for a fantastic character. Thanks much for participating in the game with such reliable and consistently high-quality posts.