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Alcarillo · 08-31-2005, 01:27 PM

Alcarillo was relieved to find the Barrow-Downs clear of the thick mist that had hidden the tombs from sight. Just yesterday, he ventured into the silent hills, only to find nobody waiting. The entire land was covered with an ominous fog, through which no light penentrated. The whiteness covered the land in all directions, and when he entered, Alcarillo could not see his own hands held before his face. This had of course puzzled him; never before had such fog covered the Barrow-Downs. As he left the Downs he had fortunately met a giant spider who told him that she had also tried to enter earlier, but to no avail. The fog covered everything.

But today, the Barrow-Downs were free of the sinister fog, and the only mist lay far off in the distance. The wide, open fields between the tombs and crypts were filled with friends and familiar faces. The darkness had passed, cast away by the power of the Barrow-Wight, and the merriment resumed.

Glirdan · 08-31-2005, 02:43 PM

Glirdan woke after having a horrible nightmare. He called his best friend Wilwa to see if she was having the same problem. " Oh Wilwa! I just had a most horrible dream! I tought I was banned from my own barrow!" But then he recieved a jolt back into what people call the Rëal World. She was having the same problem as well! We quickly gathered are wits together. "Maybe it's just are area that is having problems," Wilwa suggested. "I'll go on and see if anyone else is having trouble,". And so she did. Then we recieved another horrible jolt. She talked to someone who claimed to be a short prince and someone with two heads, and they were having the same problem as well! "Oh Wilwa! What are we ever going to do!?"

"We will wait and see what happens," she responded. All that long, horrible day, I tried and tried to re-enter the barrow that I grew accustomed to. But to no avail. So I went to sleep on the cold, hard ground in front of it. When I awoke in the morning, I saw a light coming through the door. As I stood up, the door opened and someone was standing there! It was Bêthberry and she was dressed as if she was going to a party. "Come in!" she cried. "Come in and reejoice! You may now return to your barrow!"

"Oh thank you my good lady!" As I stepped in, I noticed that there was a crowd, and lo! there were streamers and banners (all deathly looking af course) and it was a party! Everyone was there, Alcarillo, Estelyn, Kath, Dancing Spawn, Meneltarmacil, The Saucepan Man, Lalwendë, alatar, the phantom, and of course, my best friend Wilwa along with a number of others. It was sure to be a merry party. Only two things, or should I say people, were missing. " Where is Gil-Galad and Eomer!?"

arcticstorm · 08-31-2005, 03:00 PM

He had left the barrow earlier in the day to enhance his studies of history, and when he returned later in the day, he only saw a strange message. error 403: or in the common tounge: "The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead. And the dead keep it."
He found this to be a little bit odd since he knew that it ws made by the dead, but what does "the way is shut" mean? Does it mean that his new home had blocked off the way to the barrow? While he was pondering this problem and trying unsuccessfully to enter, he was able to converse with others who were having the same trouble and arcticstorm knew that it was not his problem solely, which made the whole issue even more muddy. Had this place somehow ceased to exist? then almost twenty-four hours after the shutting of the door, it reopened. Arcticstorm was pleased and entered in to join in the celebration

Meneltarmacil · 08-31-2005, 03:18 PM

Meneltarmacil, having satisfied his hunger and thirst with a can of soda and some slices of all-meat pizza, spoke up.

"You know, I haven't been happier to be on the Downs in my entire time as a BDer. It seems one really does not appreciate and treasure something until it is gone. I hope this will help us appreciate our time together more."

His sentimental moment abruptly ended. Menel switched to a completely different topic.

"I have a theory that I'd like to share with you all. I have come to the conclusion that there is definitely something...not exactly normal about Tom Bombadil. He talks to the Hobbits a lot, but says little about his true nature, as if trying to stay out in the open but avoid suspicion. He knows much about the evil beings in the area as well, as if he was somehow associated with them. I think Tom Bombadil is most likely a werewolf trying to avoid the noose."

Menel then wrote something on a piece of parchment and laid said parchment on the table. It read:
++Tom Bombadil

Kitanna · 08-31-2005, 03:27 PM

After a night of mourning and cursing the wicked 403 Error Kitanna is relieved to come back from classes to find her beloved Barrows working again. She breaths a sigh of relief and feels like she's home again as she returns to the Downs.

Kitanna joins up with her fellow downers, all of whom seemed to be just as relieved. She says something that most normal people wouldn't say, but then again most normal people don't go to the Downs. "Well, it's good to be dead again."

Nerindel · 08-31-2005, 04:17 PM

Nerindel burst into the downs flushed with relief and excitement, hugging tight the stunned guests and fellow downers to be sure they where real and not some cruel trick of the Forbidden! It's white glare which had so cruelly denied her access to her cosy barrow was still frightenly fresh in her mind.

grabbing a passing flakon she drank deeply hoping to calm her shot nerves, a tap on her shoulder made her jump. "oh Hilde I'm I glad to see you I was so worried Lespheria was so angry and naiore and menecin I..I... mean whith no downer to keep them in check I was afraid .... well you can imagine Naiore loose on the downs!!!" she swallowed hard at the thought and took another very unlady like swig.

"Now now dear," Hilde smiled sympathically "just calm yourself down and have a look about all is as it was." taking a steadying breath she carefully looked up and smiled to see the familiar black green and golden of the Barrowdowns and a quick look in the Shire assured her that all was well in the lingering darkness and everything was as it should be.

relaxing noticably she was suddenly aware of the festivties around her she was not the only one to be happy to be home and without warning she grabbed a stunned Hilde and danced to the music of the downs.

mormegil · 08-31-2005, 06:05 PM

Mormegil was sitting and performing his mundane daily tasks when he decided on a quick reprieve from the tedium. "I know" he thought "I'll make a quick stop to the Barrowdowns to see if anything has happened since I was last there" He attempted to gain entry to the portal, instead of the usual dark screen, all he saw was a horrible white face staring back at him. "Huh, that's funny" was his thought "I was just there not twenty minute ago. It must simply be a temporary closure"

Minutes ticked by and the tedium continued. Mormegil sat musing "what will happen if instead of being in the realm that I hold dear I am consigned to talking with those I sit with while doing my tasks." A cold shiver ran through his body at the thought. His faith that the problem would be resolved, however, remained resolute and soon he would gain entry to the portal. He was certain that at least for his lunch he would be able to take part in his daily discussion and mirth making.

His faith was shaken and great change began to come over him, when, at lunch, there was still that horrible white screen where once there was beauty. "What have I done, why would I be banned" these were the evil thoughts beginning to take shape in the recesses of his mind. "No, it's not just me, or is it?" For you see, poor Mormegil had nobody to ask or no other way of contacting those whom he considers friends. "I know" he exclaimed, "I'll merely try a different terminal". Upon doing this, he discovered that way was shut too and the next and the next. He contacted home pleading with his wife to try his usual terminal. All was to no avail. He was simply shut out.

Now you must understand, with no contact from his friends, Mormegil became a pathetic creature taking solice in looking at pictures of his fellows, his only tangible memory of his lost world. His once mediocre mind began quickly to deteriorate and evil thoughts commenced taking over. His speak became less intelligible, and soon he was simply speaking disjointed phrases. "Where has it gone precious?" "Will we ever gets it back we wonders?" "Filthy nasssty white face! We hates it we do!" Were all the thoughts left to wretched Mormegil. In such twisted thoughts he didn't sleep well and aroused himself around 5:00 in the morning. "Perhaps now precious it is back and we haves it again. Let's check the portal yes let's." To his distress there was still the nasty white face mocking him. But there was hope, his mind wasn't completely gone. "What if" he wondered, "somebody left poor Morm a message with his pictures, then we will know precious, we will know that we are not alone."

To his great satisfaction, sweet Lalwende sent out a ray of light and hope. "There are others out there too" he proclaimed. Knowing that he wasn't alone brought him great comfort. Then he found that the nasty white face had gone and he could go back to the darkness. Jubilation ensued and I must say here that Mormegil has regained most of his mind, but not before thinking of the nasty white face and yelling "GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!"

Holbytlass · 08-31-2005, 03:17 PM

Drat that Tom Bombadill! Only he could have sang a song so powerrful as to render our beautiful Downs useless though he be many leagues away! But the ever wondering Holbytlass is greatful that it was not long-winded.
Though she wondered if The Barrow-wight and fellow moderators may have been angry with her, but nay, they give fair warning of any disapproval of wrongdoings. She was glad to know there would be no 1969 as her last visit!
Then she wondered if the vessel by which she travels to the Downs (computer) may be the problem. Ever she searched for a way in, by system restore and reboots and even wondered if perhaps she should change to (Middle)Earth-link.
Then she wondered if she couldn't get back in, would Encaitare be mad for spoiling her werewolf game? Or others for not fulfilling her obligations because she volunteered to mod the next one?
But, alas, she wondered nomore when her cyber-posts grew fat again from notifications of other fellower downers posting. And an email from Shelob consoling her that she was not alone.
Now Holbytlass wonders where the mead and party weinies are!

08-31-2005, 03:00 PM	#3
arcticstorm Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Johnson Bible College: Knoxville, TN Posts: 464	He had left the barrow earlier in the day to enhance his studies of history, and when he returned later in the day, he only saw a strange message. error 403: or in the common tounge: "The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead. And the dead keep it." He found this to be a little bit odd since he knew that it ws made by the dead, but what does "the way is shut" mean? Does it mean that his new home had blocked off the way to the barrow? While he was pondering this problem and trying unsuccessfully to enter, he was able to converse with others who were having the same trouble and arcticstorm knew that it was not his problem solely, which made the whole issue even more muddy. Had this place somehow ceased to exist? then almost twenty-four hours after the shutting of the door, it reopened. Arcticstorm was pleased and entered in to join in the celebration Last edited by arcticstorm; 09-02-2005 at 12:31 PM.

08-31-2005, 03:27 PM	#5
Kitanna Child of the West Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn Posts: 2,132	After a night of mourning and cursing the wicked 403 Error Kitanna is relieved to come back from classes to find her beloved Barrows working again. She breaths a sigh of relief and feels like she's home again as she returns to the Downs. Kitanna joins up with her fellow downers, all of whom seemed to be just as relieved. She says something that most normal people wouldn't say, but then again most normal people don't go to the Downs. "Well, it's good to be dead again." Last edited by Bêthberry; 09-10-2005 at 04:55 AM. Reason: removed signature

08-31-2005, 06:05 PM	#7
mormegil Maundering Mage Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Texas Posts: 4,651	Mormegil was sitting and performing his mundane daily tasks when he decided on a quick reprieve from the tedium. "I know" he thought "I'll make a quick stop to the Barrowdowns to see if anything has happened since I was last there" He attempted to gain entry to the portal, instead of the usual dark screen, all he saw was a horrible white face staring back at him. "Huh, that's funny" was his thought "I was just there not twenty minute ago. It must simply be a temporary closure" Minutes ticked by and the tedium continued. Mormegil sat musing "what will happen if instead of being in the realm that I hold dear I am consigned to talking with those I sit with while doing my tasks." A cold shiver ran through his body at the thought. His faith that the problem would be resolved, however, remained resolute and soon he would gain entry to the portal. He was certain that at least for his lunch he would be able to take part in his daily discussion and mirth making. His faith was shaken and great change began to come over him, when, at lunch, there was still that horrible white screen where once there was beauty. "What have I done, why would I be banned" these were the evil thoughts beginning to take shape in the recesses of his mind. "No, it's not just me, or is it?" For you see, poor Mormegil had nobody to ask or no other way of contacting those whom he considers friends. "I know" he exclaimed, "I'll merely try a different terminal". Upon doing this, he discovered that way was shut too and the next and the next. He contacted home pleading with his wife to try his usual terminal. All was to no avail. He was simply shut out. Now you must understand, with no contact from his friends, Mormegil became a pathetic creature taking solice in looking at pictures of his fellows, his only tangible memory of his lost world. His once mediocre mind began quickly to deteriorate and evil thoughts commenced taking over. His speak became less intelligible, and soon he was simply speaking disjointed phrases. "Where has it gone precious?" "Will we ever gets it back we wonders?" "Filthy nasssty white face! We hates it we do!" Were all the thoughts left to wretched Mormegil. In such twisted thoughts he didn't sleep well and aroused himself around 5:00 in the morning. "Perhaps now precious it is back and we haves it again. Let's check the portal yes let's." To his distress there was still the nasty white face mocking him. But there was hope, his mind wasn't completely gone. "What if" he wondered, "somebody left poor Morm a message with his pictures, then we will know precious, we will know that we are not alone." To his great satisfaction, sweet Lalwende sent out a ray of light and hope. "There are others out there too" he proclaimed. Knowing that he wasn't alone brought him great comfort. Then he found that the nasty white face had gone and he could go back to the darkness. Jubilation ensued and I must say here that Mormegil has regained most of his mind, but not before thinking of the nasty white face and yelling "GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!" Last edited by mormegil; 09-01-2005 at 05:27 PM. Reason: A rather embarassing editting mistake occured when writing here and transfering to word to edit. A lot of duplicate paragraphs...sorry

08-31-2005, 03:17 PM	#8
Holbytlass Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2003 Location: The Party Tree Posts: 1,042	Drat that Tom Bombadill! Only he could have sang a song so powerrful as to render our beautiful Downs useless though he be many leagues away! But the ever wondering Holbytlass is greatful that it was not long-winded. Though she wondered if The Barrow-wight and fellow moderators may have been angry with her, but nay, they give fair warning of any disapproval of wrongdoings. She was glad to know there would be no 1969 as her last visit! Then she wondered if the vessel by which she travels to the Downs (computer) may be the problem. Ever she searched for a way in, by system restore and reboots and even wondered if perhaps she should change to (Middle)Earth-link. Then she wondered if she couldn't get back in, would Encaitare be mad for spoiling her werewolf game? Or others for not fulfilling her obligations because she volunteered to mod the next one? But, alas, she wondered nomore when her cyber-posts grew fat again from notifications of other fellower downers posting. And an email from Shelob consoling her that she was not alone. Now Holbytlass wonders where the mead and party weinies are! Last edited by Holbytlass; 09-03-2005 at 12:29 PM. Reason: taking off signature, thought I had

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08-31-2005, 01:27 PM	#1
Alcarillo Shadow of the Past Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Minas Mor-go Posts: 1,007	Alcarillo was relieved to find the Barrow-Downs clear of the thick mist that had hidden the tombs from sight. Just yesterday, he ventured into the silent hills, only to find nobody waiting. The entire land was covered with an ominous fog, through which no light penentrated. The whiteness covered the land in all directions, and when he entered, Alcarillo could not see his own hands held before his face. This had of course puzzled him; never before had such fog covered the Barrow-Downs. As he left the Downs he had fortunately met a giant spider who told him that she had also tried to enter earlier, but to no avail. The fog covered everything. But today, the Barrow-Downs were free of the sinister fog, and the only mist lay far off in the distance. The wide, open fields between the tombs and crypts were filled with friends and familiar faces. The darkness had passed, cast away by the power of the Barrow-Wight, and the merriment resumed.

08-31-2005, 02:43 PM	#2
Glirdan Energetic Essence Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Where Lark Nor Eagle Ever Flew Posts: 3,285	Glirdan woke after having a horrible nightmare. He called his best friend Wilwa to see if she was having the same problem. " Oh Wilwa! I just had a most horrible dream! I tought I was banned from my own barrow!" But then he recieved a jolt back into what people call the Rëal World. She was having the same problem as well! We quickly gathered are wits together. "Maybe it's just are area that is having problems," Wilwa suggested. "I'll go on and see if anyone else is having trouble,". And so she did. Then we recieved another horrible jolt. She talked to someone who claimed to be a short prince and someone with two heads, and they were having the same problem as well! "Oh Wilwa! What are we ever going to do!?" "We will wait and see what happens," she responded. All that long, horrible day, I tried and tried to re-enter the barrow that I grew accustomed to. But to no avail. So I went to sleep on the cold, hard ground in front of it. When I awoke in the morning, I saw a light coming through the door. As I stood up, the door opened and someone was standing there! It was Bêthberry and she was dressed as if she was going to a party. "Come in!" she cried. "Come in and reejoice! You may now return to your barrow!" "Oh thank you my good lady!" As I stepped in, I noticed that there was a crowd, and lo! there were streamers and banners (all deathly looking af course) and it was a party! Everyone was there, Alcarillo, Estelyn, Kath, Dancing Spawn, Meneltarmacil, The Saucepan Man, Lalwendë, alatar, the phantom, and of course, my best friend Wilwa along with a number of others. It was sure to be a merry party. Only two things, or should I say people, were missing. " Where is Gil-Galad and Eomer!?"

08-31-2005, 03:18 PM	#4
Meneltarmacil Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: The bottom of the ocean, discussing philosophy with a giant squid Posts: 2,254	Meneltarmacil, having satisfied his hunger and thirst with a can of soda and some slices of all-meat pizza, spoke up. "You know, I haven't been happier to be on the Downs in my entire time as a BDer. It seems one really does not appreciate and treasure something until it is gone. I hope this will help us appreciate our time together more." His sentimental moment abruptly ended. Menel switched to a completely different topic. "I have a theory that I'd like to share with you all. I have come to the conclusion that there is definitely something...not exactly normal about Tom Bombadil. He talks to the Hobbits a lot, but says little about his true nature, as if trying to stay out in the open but avoid suspicion. He knows much about the evil beings in the area as well, as if he was somehow associated with them. I think Tom Bombadil is most likely a werewolf trying to avoid the noose." Menel then wrote something on a piece of parchment and laid said parchment on the table. It read: ++Tom Bombadil

08-31-2005, 04:17 PM	#6
Nerindel Spirited Weaver of Fates Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In an endless sea of dreams! Posts: 827	Nerindel burst into the downs flushed with relief and excitement, hugging tight the stunned guests and fellow downers to be sure they where real and not some cruel trick of the Forbidden! It's white glare which had so cruelly denied her access to her cosy barrow was still frightenly fresh in her mind. grabbing a passing flakon she drank deeply hoping to calm her shot nerves, a tap on her shoulder made her jump. "oh Hilde I'm I glad to see you I was so worried Lespheria was so angry and naiore and menecin I..I... mean whith no downer to keep them in check I was afraid .... well you can imagine Naiore loose on the downs!!!" she swallowed hard at the thought and took another very unlady like swig. "Now now dear," Hilde smiled sympathically "just calm yourself down and have a look about all is as it was." taking a steadying breath she carefully looked up and smiled to see the familiar black green and golden of the Barrowdowns and a quick look in the Shire assured her that all was well in the lingering darkness and everything was as it should be. relaxing noticably she was suddenly aware of the festivties around her she was not the only one to be happy to be home and without warning she grabbed a stunned Hilde and danced to the music of the downs.