Land of Darkness Discussion Thread

[The Perky Ent]

Yay! Now I don't have to go through 69 posts. (69! ) Sure, I'll just start off right here. If it matters, here's my catch up post that goes up to about post 27. If you don't need it, i'll delete it. It basically restates the same ole stuff, so I really don't mind it you drop it. Here it is

Dorim strided across the cells slowly. The stench and light slowed him down. As Dorim walked, he noticed people in front of him and behind. Of the tired, dirty prisoners, Dorim noticed two that standed out. They were dwarves. As Dorim began to climb up the stairs, he glanced at them, but then turned his face back. A weapon would be much more important than friendship. “This forsaken place is rank with orc stench, even after they are gone” Dorim said in a disgusted voice, looking down at the bodies of dead orcs. “It is the stench of death, not of orcs.” A dwarf next to Dorim said. Dorim hated being contradicted, and therefore wasn’t so keen on the dwarf, whos name happened to be Brór. “Death and orcs share the same jagged blade.” Dorim retorted, in the same flat tone as Brór. Feeling no reason to continue the conversation further, Dorim looked over the dead body of an orc. It was still twitching. Without a moment to consider what he was doing, Dorim heaved the orc onto it’s back, and shoved the knife inbedding in his back even deeper. Although the orc was still twitching, Dorim took no notice and began searching the orc for weapons. Finding none, Dorim took the only one he could find, and ripped the blade from the orcs back out and clutched it in his hand.

“It would seem not,” the third dwarf said. “if one blade hascrushed the other here.” Dorim gave a small nod, and took what rages he had to clean off the blood from the knife, delighted that he had a weapon. As Dorim looked down at the festering orcs on the ground, Brór and the young dwarf began talking. “Dwali” Dorim heard the young dwarf say. “So Dorim, Brór, and Dwali are the dwarves of Mordor” Dorim said, looking at the two. “Then you must be… Dorim. Come, let’s find some blades.” Dwali said, as the three began to traverse the courtyard close together. Then, they began to go their separate ways, looking for weapons. Dorim could see many armed orcs, but none with the equiptment he needed. Then, seeing two dead Uruk captains, Dorim gave a shout. “These will do” Dorim said, stripping the orcs of everything they had. Greatful for the goods he was now wearing, Dorim looked around again to see how the others were doing.

Yeah, basically restating everything!

[Kransha]

Alas, I have not been posting in this Discussion Thread regularly enough, Fordim and Co. so forgive me, if you would. I have not yet, in this RPG, had time to put a great, great effort into any single post (for shame, fie on me!). But, now, at last and at length, I have a worth-while post submitted to the game. I hope it is, as said, worth the while.

Bror, my argumentative dwarf, has gone a bit kamikaze, but I don't plan on letting him die now. I've placed a hook at his battle site, and baited it well. If any one of you aquatic fellows or gals would like to grab that bait, feel free, for I've left it open for most, but one in particular. If no one takes the hint (which might well happen, since I post so confusingly), I'll think of some ingenious way for Bror to escape the little beasties. But, I know y'all are smarter than that, so...

[Fordim Hedgethistle]

Perky Ent -- I have pasted your post into my own at #22; I think it works there but let me know.

Kransha -- Wonderful post. I certainly hope that somebody saves Bror from his own foolishness!

[CaptainofDespair]

It's great working with you all. Wonderful storyline going on. Finally, it will be getting interesting.

As for poor Bror...I think Morg has found his heart of hearts... :

[Himaran]

Fordim,

I am very sorry to announce that my computer crashed two days ago, and thus I have no useable internet access at home. It may be a full week until the problem is fixed. As soon as it is, I will begin posting regularly again.

Himaran