Wilderness, Weathertop, and Wild Things Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Esgallhugwen · 11-04-2004, 08:51 PM

I'll be more than happy to take on one of the trolls though I don't know which one

But aside from that I wish to thank all of you for carrying my character along and not killing her off, every thing you've done with her is splendid.

I'll also be happy to help out with taking out Bazzog.

And I have managed to finish up that post, I hate how life always gets in the way with these things. But I'm here now and am planning on mending that.

Meneltarmacil · 11-04-2004, 08:55 PM

Well, I've hit Bazzog pretty hard but am now losing consciousness. I do not intend to die, though, so if someone would rescue me I would appreciate it.

If not, I'll just wake up in Rivendell somehow anyway.

Esgallhugwen · 11-04-2004, 11:56 PM

Um, problem. Should I put my post in here so that someone can insert it before Saurreg's ? I've sort of given him a lead in with my post, and would hate to disrupt the flow the of the story. So I will also copy my post here.

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Silrûth had purposely lagged behind in order to prevent the Orcs from gaining too much of an advantage if they were to come from the rear. But that wasn't the case and as they rode on she became all the more suspicious and cautious of the foreboding in her mind.

The red rock walls rose up to meet them she was reminded of the sun before they left Bree, she was reminded of blood.

To the North they came, a filthly current that contrasted too sharply with the glimmering silver river.

With the reflexes only capable in an Elf she nocked an arrow and drove her heels into her horse sending the mare head long into the fray. With a speedy delivery the golden arrow found its resting place in the forehead of an Orc that dared to get too close to Luinen.

Falma's hooves thundered across the ground crushing one or two Orcs not nimble enough to get out of the way. Her target was chosen and she would not relent.

An arrow already stinging him thanks to Luinen, the thick black ooze known as Orc blood was trickling down his dark hairy arm. Quickly taking preference over her bow she grasped the handle of her sword.

Unsheathing it from the leather scabbard she swung fair enough at the squinting black creature only to come up short scalping him instead. The Leader yowled out in anguish clasping at his head, but he soon was overcome with rage snarling and spitting at her.

The black blood was dripping into his ferocious yellow eyes, he knashed his teeth and swore at her in his inaudible tongue. He made a daring slash which barely grazed her leather boot, she took her foot from the stirrup and knocked him in the head with a swift kick to the jaw.

He was sent reeling, but sadly Silrûth's luck was not meant to hold out, an Orc arrow had found its way into Falma's right flank, the horse screamed and reared unexpectantly. Silrûth toppled from her mount, Falma raced off towards the Ford after Veryadan.

She cursed to herself as she steadied her legs preparing for foot combat. The Orc smiled fearlessly, "so the little She-Elfie has gone and lost her horsey", he glared at her the blood tinting his yellow eyes.

They ran at each other simultaneously effectively countering eachothers blows. But as she sliced open his left arm, he struck her just above the hip on the right, Silrûth grunted in pain, the wound was not life threatening but it stung badly.

Her left hand quickly covered the wound trying to stifle the bleeding. For her brief moment of bewilderment had passed a second arrow was now protruding from the orcs rib cage, her eyes widened in disbelief as she caught sight of Thoronmir.

He was soon dislodged from the saddle by the heavy swing of an oncoming Troll. She cried out but was tackled to the ground by the gasping Orc.

He grabbed her by the hair and started to bash her head into the ground, as her vision began to cloud and blur she reached for her boot, and there hidden within it was a cunningly sharp dagger. Silrûth through her dizziness missed his throat and instead penetrated his abdomen.

A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he rolled over onto his side, they both lied there choking for air despite the chaos that swept about them. It was Silrûth who rose first despite her heavy swoon, she wobbled to her feet and gained her balance with the help of her sword.

Unsteadily she suantered over to the heaving Orc and raising her sword, in one swift motion she decapitated him, "too good of a death for you!" she countered before edging off towards where Thoronmir's body lay. Her hope was that a horse would be near by to make a quick escape with Thoronmir's body intact.

Where is the Bree Farmer?

Saurreg · 11-05-2004, 02:50 AM

Have deleted my previous save and posted a new one beneath Esgallhugwen's post.

Esgallhugwen - if you wish to coordinate Thoronmir's rescue with my character, I suggest you PM me your intentions so that my post will match your thoughts. Otherwise I will post my own interpretation of the scenario.

Cheers.

Primrose Bolger · 11-05-2004, 02:59 AM

Alaksoron

I want to clarify your wounding of that Troll in your post #152.

It was my character, Grimm, who was going after Veryadan and his horse. Sorry, but I don't want him injured that much that he has fallen to his knees. I intend for him to be able to escape from this skirmish as will his brother. He can't do that with a gaping hole in his leg and his achilles' tendon cut.

Please edit.

Envinyatar · 11-05-2004, 03:09 AM

Alaksoron

Please see my previous post here - I need the Trolls to drive Veryadan across the water. Please don't try to rescue him.

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Kransha

I can't speak for the character Thoronmir (who does appear fairly done in from his last post), but Veryadan is far too weak (not to mention too far away from the action) to stand up to Bazzog - it will have to be Silruth who kills him. And as I recall, I think Luinien was also going to join in that character's demise.

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Huzzah! The cavalry has come to the rescue!

10 Elves, 5 Rangers, and Aidwain have crossed the River to where the Orcs are besieging the companions . . .

Nuranar · 11-05-2004, 06:25 PM

The battle is over and we have arrived safely in Rivendell.

Envinyatar will make the final post, wrapping up the storyline.

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EVERYONE: If you want to do any more editing before Pio closes the game thread, do it now.

Saurreg, if you are going to fill in your SAVE, please do it as soon as possible. Do not even hint at the arrival of the Elves and Rangers - I want Envinyatar's to still be the first one to cover that.

Alaksoron, please edit your post as Primrose and Envinyatar have suggested. Osric should have nothing to do with the trolls at all.

Esgallhugwen, I'm so glad you rejoined us for the end! Thanks for finishing that previous post, and great new one. Way to take out Bazzog!

Meneltarmacil, way to involve Thoronmir in the battle. It's a challenge to write in a character who can scarcely fight, but you did good.

Kransha, excellent post! I read it with a great deal of interest. Your alter ego certainly exited in a blaze of violence, if not of glory.

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It looks like this is it! Thank you all for a wonderful game. It's been a lot of fun (and a lot of work!) learning how to own a game, and your patience, cooperation, and suggestions have been invaluable. I would love to write with you guys again some day.

Thanks again!
Nuranar

11-04-2004, 08:55 PM	#2
Meneltarmacil Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: The bottom of the ocean, discussing philosophy with a giant squid Posts: 2,254	Well, I've hit Bazzog pretty hard but am now losing consciousness. I do not intend to die, though, so if someone would rescue me I would appreciate it. If not, I'll just wake up in Rivendell somehow anyway. __________________ I ♣ baby seals.

11-04-2004, 11:56 PM	#3
Esgallhugwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Where the Moon cries against the snow Posts: 526	Um, problem. Should I put my post in here so that someone can insert it before Saurreg's ? I've sort of given him a lead in with my post, and would hate to disrupt the flow the of the story. So I will also copy my post here. ______________________Post Silrûth had purposely lagged behind in order to prevent the Orcs from gaining too much of an advantage if they were to come from the rear. But that wasn't the case and as they rode on she became all the more suspicious and cautious of the foreboding in her mind. The red rock walls rose up to meet them she was reminded of the sun before they left Bree, she was reminded of blood. To the North they came, a filthly current that contrasted too sharply with the glimmering silver river. With the reflexes only capable in an Elf she nocked an arrow and drove her heels into her horse sending the mare head long into the fray. With a speedy delivery the golden arrow found its resting place in the forehead of an Orc that dared to get too close to Luinen. Falma's hooves thundered across the ground crushing one or two Orcs not nimble enough to get out of the way. Her target was chosen and she would not relent. An arrow already stinging him thanks to Luinen, the thick black ooze known as Orc blood was trickling down his dark hairy arm. Quickly taking preference over her bow she grasped the handle of her sword. Unsheathing it from the leather scabbard she swung fair enough at the squinting black creature only to come up short scalping him instead. The Leader yowled out in anguish clasping at his head, but he soon was overcome with rage snarling and spitting at her. The black blood was dripping into his ferocious yellow eyes, he knashed his teeth and swore at her in his inaudible tongue. He made a daring slash which barely grazed her leather boot, she took her foot from the stirrup and knocked him in the head with a swift kick to the jaw. He was sent reeling, but sadly Silrûth's luck was not meant to hold out, an Orc arrow had found its way into Falma's right flank, the horse screamed and reared unexpectantly. Silrûth toppled from her mount, Falma raced off towards the Ford after Veryadan. She cursed to herself as she steadied her legs preparing for foot combat. The Orc smiled fearlessly, "so the little She-Elfie has gone and lost her horsey", he glared at her the blood tinting his yellow eyes. They ran at each other simultaneously effectively countering eachothers blows. But as she sliced open his left arm, he struck her just above the hip on the right, Silrûth grunted in pain, the wound was not life threatening but it stung badly. Her left hand quickly covered the wound trying to stifle the bleeding. For her brief moment of bewilderment had passed a second arrow was now protruding from the orcs rib cage, her eyes widened in disbelief as she caught sight of Thoronmir. He was soon dislodged from the saddle by the heavy swing of an oncoming Troll. She cried out but was tackled to the ground by the gasping Orc. He grabbed her by the hair and started to bash her head into the ground, as her vision began to cloud and blur she reached for her boot, and there hidden within it was a cunningly sharp dagger. Silrûth through her dizziness missed his throat and instead penetrated his abdomen. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he rolled over onto his side, they both lied there choking for air despite the chaos that swept about them. It was Silrûth who rose first despite her heavy swoon, she wobbled to her feet and gained her balance with the help of her sword. Unsteadily she suantered over to the heaving Orc and raising her sword, in one swift motion she decapitated him, "too good of a death for you!" she countered before edging off towards where Thoronmir's body lay. Her hope was that a horse would be near by to make a quick escape with Thoronmir's body intact. Where is the Bree Farmer? __________________ "...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others. -8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"

11-05-2004, 02:50 AM	#4
Saurreg Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: In self imposed exile... Posts: 465	Have deleted my previous save and posted a new one beneath Esgallhugwen's post. Esgallhugwen - if you wish to coordinate Thoronmir's rescue with my character, I suggest you PM me your intentions so that my post will match your thoughts. Otherwise I will post my own interpretation of the scenario. Cheers. __________________ "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. " ~Voltaire

11-05-2004, 02:59 AM	#5
Primrose Bolger Wight Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Near Bywater Pool Posts: 196	Alaksoron I want to clarify your wounding of that Troll in your post #152. It was my character, Grimm, who was going after Veryadan and his horse. Sorry, but I don't want him injured that much that he has fallen to his knees. I intend for him to be able to escape from this skirmish as will his brother. He can't do that with a gaping hole in his leg and his achilles' tendon cut. Please edit. __________________ . . . for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth . . . are quick of hearing and sharpeyed, and though they are inclined to be fat and do not hurry unneccesarily, they are nonetheless nimble and deft in their movements . . . FOTR - Prologue Last edited by Primrose Bolger; 11-05-2004 at 03:03 AM.

11-05-2004, 03:09 AM	#6
Envinyatar Quill Revenant Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Wandering through the Downs..... Posts: 849	Alaksoron Please see my previous post here - I need the Trolls to drive Veryadan across the water. Please don't try to rescue him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kransha I can't speak for the character Thoronmir (who does appear fairly done in from his last post), but Veryadan is far too weak (not to mention too far away from the action) to stand up to Bazzog - it will have to be Silruth who kills him. And as I recall, I think Luinien was also going to join in that character's demise. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Huzzah! The cavalry has come to the rescue! 10 Elves, 5 Rangers, and Aidwain have crossed the River to where the Orcs are besieging the companions . . . __________________ ‘Many are the strange chances of the world,’ said Mithrandir, ‘and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.’ – Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age' Last edited by Envinyatar; 11-05-2004 at 05:34 AM.

11-04-2004, 08:51 PM	#1
Esgallhugwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Where the Moon cries against the snow Posts: 526	I'll be more than happy to take on one of the trolls though I don't know which one But aside from that I wish to thank all of you for carrying my character along and not killing her off, every thing you've done with her is splendid. I'll also be happy to help out with taking out Bazzog. And I have managed to finish up that post, I hate how life always gets in the way with these things. But I'm here now and am planning on mending that. __________________ "...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others. -8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"

11-05-2004, 06:25 PM	#7
Nuranar Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: STILL a drought Posts: 529	Final notes The battle is over and we have arrived safely in Rivendell. Envinyatar will make the final post, wrapping up the storyline. -------------------------------------- EVERYONE: If you want to do any more editing before Pio closes the game thread, do it now. Saurreg, if you are going to fill in your SAVE, please do it as soon as possible. Do not even hint at the arrival of the Elves and Rangers - I want Envinyatar's to still be the first one to cover that. Alaksoron, please edit your post as Primrose and Envinyatar have suggested. Osric should have nothing to do with the trolls at all. Esgallhugwen, I'm so glad you rejoined us for the end! Thanks for finishing that previous post, and great new one. Way to take out Bazzog! Meneltarmacil, way to involve Thoronmir in the battle. It's a challenge to write in a character who can scarcely fight, but you did good. Kransha, excellent post! I read it with a great deal of interest. Your alter ego certainly exited in a blaze of violence, if not of glory. ------------------------------------------------ It looks like this is it! Thank you all for a wonderful game. It's been a lot of fun (and a lot of work!) learning how to own a game, and your patience, cooperation, and suggestions have been invaluable. I would love to write with you guys again some day. Thanks again! Nuranar __________________ I admit it is better fun to punt than be punted, and that a desire to have all the fun is nine-tenths of the law of chivalry. Lord Peter Wimsey