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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Mar 2005
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Actually, Nogrod - that was a long tiring night for Meghan. She was up watching over Brand for most of it - trying to keep him lulled to sleep with both her stories and her music. And when she finally did get some sleep, Athwen woke her up
Everyone else - have you decided to drop from the game? Are you going to post at the little funeral before we move on? Arry - maybe we should just get all the way to Edoras when you next post and then close the game. Just a thought ~ U
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment.
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I'm debating whether or not to put up a save... I have a bad cold and I still have to go to lectures in the morning, so I spend most afternoons either in bed or trying to keep up with the studies.
But don't close up the game just yet, I'll have a funeral post for Osmod and if the game moves on, Pio can put it up for me. I don't know exactly when I'll be able to write up something good, but I'll try.
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment.
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I felt bad about the talk of OtF dying (is that the correct verb? to die, not dye) so I decided to write up a post. I think it may be a bit repetitive, but it's the best I can do right now. Hope you enjoy it.... and Pio could you place it after post 349? (before the post in which Athwen wakes up). Thanks again
--------------------------------------------------------------------- POSTED TO THE GAME ~*~ Pio Farael's post It was a long night for all of them. The wounded needed to be looked after and those who had not been gravely wounded had to help Leod. Osmod sported a bruised arm and a few minor cuts. The pain on his chest had gotten worse after the fight so after the heaviest workload had been done, Leod told Osmod to get some rest. Yet it would be a restless night. The moans of the wounded in their sleep and the dull ache of his limbs was enough to keep his troubled mind alert. He had given up on them, on those left in the hill, and most of them had been gravely wounded. The questions kept sounding in his throbbing head yet the answers were not there. He felt as if he would never sleep again, so he decided to go stretch his legs. He walked to the nearby trees as silently as he could. He told himself he didn’t want to rouse the lucky ones who could sleep, but deep inside he knew that he just wanted to be alone. By his bedroll laid one of his drawings, the figures interlaced and crossed so that very few could decipher its meaning. What scared Osmod the most is that he did not recall writing it, but what it depicted was so terrible he did not dare to let those thoughts into his mind. They were there anyway, lurking in the dark unconscious corners. He thought about deserting them all once again. Taking his sword, bow and arrows and fighting his way to safety or, most likely, death. As he returned to the camp, the grim moods had not subsided and he sneaked towards his mount, who greeted him cheerfully. ”If you only knew my friend, what I am about to do, would you shed a tear for me? Will anyone cry my loss or will I pass, from light to shadow never to be remembered again?” A cold wind blew from the north, moaning a lamentation for the war. It was then that Osmod heard a voice calling his name. Yet it sounded far, far away and at the same time close, as if inside Osmod’s own mind. He knew the voice and he understood the message even if no more words had been spoken. Walking back to his bedroll, he erased the grim picture and drew a new one with his finger on the dirt. It was simple, composed by just three runes and a name. The meaning comforted Osmod all the same. To Edoras, for Rædwald. Finally, a sudden quietness took over his soul and he slept. He would not wake until the following morning.
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I prepared Explosive Runes this morning. Last edited by piosenniel; 05-03-2006 at 02:23 AM. |
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Messenger of Hope
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States.
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Oh no! We're not. . .you're not going to. . .oh, now, everyone! Let's not be hasty! What's all this talk about finishing the game up in a hurry? What's the reasoning behind all of it? Are we running out of time? Well, if we are, no reason to cause such termination! Let's do what we can in what time we have.
-- Folwren
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment.
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Arry,
Can I have until Thursday morning to put up my funeral pyre post? if my last post was acceptable I can probably cook something like that up tomorrow.... but I won't be home 'till around 7 30 my time, so it'll take me a bit longer to post it. Unless my lab ends early, but I'm not counting on that.
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Tevildo.
Should you change the beginning of Leod's post from: Quote:
After the ceremony. ? In my earlier post, Sythric thinks, that he could do with some of Leod's potions, while packing his horse, after the ceremony. And I'm not sure either, if these people would talk about medicines in the middle of a solemn ceremony. I would find it quite reasonable indeed, if Leod would go checking the patients after the ceremony, while people are packing things, searching for the bodies etc. What do you think? |
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2004
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Farael
Thursday is fine.
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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: Curled up on Melko's lap
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Good idea, Nogrod. Edit done.
I was fudging a bit in case others wanted to do posts about the ceremony itself, when Leod was talking about the space of time immediately after. But I think it will work either way so I've gone ahead and changed the wording. If Arry or Pio think I should skip my post forward, I can always do that later.
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2004
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Tevildo
Once everyone is done posting their funeral posts - then you can go ahead and move your post forward. At the latest, that should be Thursday after Farael posts. -- Arry
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment.
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Post-ed
Does the verb "to post" come from putting something up on a post so that others can read?
Anyway, I'm feeling better today so I managed to write my post in time. We can move on now as far as I'm concerned... well, after Brand answers Osmod's questions. Arry Don't worry if you want to say "no" just move us ahead as you would have. Osmod will accept your choice as he is not the wounded one, so don't wait for my answer to have us moving along.
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2004
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EDIT: How the 2 groups will be divided --
The slow riding wounded and their caregivers: Brand Incana Leod Meghan Nogrod Vaenosa ---------- The faster riders who will find a camp: Athwen Dorran Eostre Fion Osmod
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If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world – J.R.R. Tolkien Last edited by Arry; 05-06-2006 at 02:00 AM. |
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