Outracing the Flames Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Nogrod · 04-11-2006, 02:10 PM

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Originally Posted by Maeggaladiel

I also agree with putting my post in Folwren's save. Reading over things, it does seem a bit out of place, and it really messes with Athwen and Dorran's stuff. If you guys would prefer, I could just delete it altogether.

I don't think it should be deleted, just moved.

But maybe the last sentences, concerning Raedwald & Brand talking, could be deleted then, as they are quite outreaching to the future - if the stuff is moved backwards?

Arry · 04-11-2006, 03:01 PM

I won't ask you to edit, as I really wish to move this game along.

But for future reference - please, no one is to act or speak for my character.

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I've asked Pio to do some moving of posts. Here is what was done:

Maeggaladiel's post was split - the first part going into Folwren's SAVE (post#286). The last comment of the post was inserted into my post (#288) to show Fion's positive state of mind about the two groups going on together.

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Nogrod's post was split. the part of it dealing with what is prior to the watch being started is in Maeggaladiel's post space (#289). The rest was left in place to follow Tevildo's SAVE.

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Folwren and Tevildo

Please use Tevildo's SAVE (#290) for your discussion, or the start of a discussion that can continue as we ride.

Folwren - please leave your posts for that SAVE on the Discussion Thread and either Pio or Child of the 7th Age will transfer them as you request.

-- Arry

Nogrod · 04-11-2006, 03:23 PM

Thanks Arry for all your trouble, moving these posts around!

Quote:

Originally Posted by Arry

I won't ask you to edit, as I really wish to move this game along.
But for future reference - please, no one is to act or speak for my character.
-- Arry

And sorry, won't happen again.

I probably tried to cover a little too long timespan with one post and got a bit carried away by the storyline I came up with. But anyhow: now we are up and ready to go, I think?

So everythings ok.?
(Please you others, whose characters I've somewhat used, inform me about things to be corrected...)

Folwren · 04-11-2006, 03:26 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Arry

I won't ask you to edit, as I really wish to move this game along.

But for future reference - please, no one is to act or speak for my character.

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Folwren and Tevildo

Please use Tevildo's SAVE (#290) for your discussion, or the start of a discussion that can continue as we ride.

Folwren - please leave your posts for that SAVE on the Discussion Thread and either Pio or Child of the 7th Age will transfer them as you request.

-- Arry

Yes, sir. I think that's how Tevildo and I had decided on carrying on the conversation. That way we can have the talk but not hold up the game, like we did in Red Flows the Sirranon that one time. (I always mis-spell that river's name, you know?)

We shall be moving on soon then? I'm looking forward to it, definitely.

-- Folwren

Tevildo · 04-12-2006, 01:27 AM

Folwren,

My part of the post is up. Do you want to go ahead and put your part on the discussion thread so Child or Pio can transfer it over?

Tevildo

Folwren · 04-12-2006, 08:41 AM

Oh, good! I'll read it and work on a post of my own and then put it here.

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Okay, here is my post. Pio or Child, please put it onto Dorran's post.

-- Folwren

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POST PLACED ~*~ Pio

Athwen lay in the dark, her eyes blinking wearily in the fire light. But she couldn’t sleep, for all the tiredness in the world. She sighed and tried to get comfortable, turning her back to the flickering flames. It was impossible, she knew. Try as she might, keeping her eyes closed, and lying very still, she just couldn’t entice sleep to come and take her. It didn’t. It positively refused and soothing slumber was kept out at bay, as though waiting for a particular wave to b ring it in.

With another sigh, she sat up, letting the blankets fall away. She shivered suddenly as the outer air caught her on unawares and she reached out her hand as she stood up to pick up one of the blankets. She turned her back to the campfire and as she walked away, she wrapped the blanket around her head and shoulders, her hands grasping it about her throat securely. She left ring of firelight and looked about for Dorran. She knew he had taken first watch and she didn’t want to be alone. To him she went and when she reached him, she said nothing, but slowly sat down on a large fallen tree near him.

Dorran saw her and rose to his feet, taking in his hand a cup. As he drew near she looked up at him.

‘Can’t sleep?’ he queried. Athwen shook her head. He extended the cup towards her and she stuck one hand out from beneath the folds of her blanket to take it. ‘Neither can I. I figured I might as well take the first watch rather than lie in my blankets and toss.’ There was a pause. Athwen was looking at her tea and was unaware that Dorran stood considering her. ‘I really did mean it,’ he said softly in a moment. ‘I have some idea of what you’re feeling. When I was little. . .’

With bowed head, Athwen listened to Dorran’s own story. He told her about the attack on his village when he was just a boy. He had seen it. . .and he had been just a child. Tears brimmed in her eyes to overflowing and when her dark lashes fell, the drops broke free and ran like little rivers down her cold and pale cheeks.

‘So I do have some idea what you're feeling. . .the bad pictures running through your head and the times when you wonder why everyone else died when you're still here alive. Anyways, I'm sorry, terribly sorry for what happened. If we had only gotten there sooner, maybe. . .But it's no good thinking like that. We all do what we can and learn to live with the rest. But that learning to live, it'll take time, lots of time. It will get better, though, after a while. I can promise you that.’

Athwen lifted her head and looked up at him. He was trying to give her hope. . .hope of the future, and he was also offering her strength. And somehow, she felt she was receiving it. He knew, and that was enough.

‘Dorran,’ she said after he had finished and had stood in silence for a moment. ‘You were just a child then, weren’t you? How did you get away from the Easterling’s plantation? And did your parents live?’ She wanted to know. Did he come out of his hardships quite as alone as she had? How had he learned to live, even in time? To her eyes, her future looked bleak. She would be with these companions until they reached Edoras, and then what? Where would she go next?

04-12-2006, 01:27 AM	#5
Tevildo Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Curled up on Melko's lap Posts: 425	Folwren, My part of the post is up. Do you want to go ahead and put your part on the discussion thread so Child or Pio can transfer it over? Tevildo __________________ Now Tevildo was a mighty cat--the mightiest of all--and possessed of an evil spirit,...and he was in Melko's constant following; and that cat had all cats subject to him, and he and his subjects were the chasers and getters of meat for Melko's table.

04-12-2006, 08:41 AM	#6
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Oh, good! I'll read it and work on a post of my own and then put it here. -------------------------------------- Okay, here is my post. Pio or Child, please put it onto Dorran's post. -- Folwren ----------------------- *POST PLACED ~~ Pio** Athwen lay in the dark, her eyes blinking wearily in the fire light. But she couldn’t sleep, for all the tiredness in the world. She sighed and tried to get comfortable, turning her back to the flickering flames. It was impossible, she knew. Try as she might, keeping her eyes closed, and lying very still, she just couldn’t entice sleep to come and take her. It didn’t. It positively refused and soothing slumber was kept out at bay, as though waiting for a particular wave to b ring it in. With another sigh, she sat up, letting the blankets fall away. She shivered suddenly as the outer air caught her on unawares and she reached out her hand as she stood up to pick up one of the blankets. She turned her back to the campfire and as she walked away, she wrapped the blanket around her head and shoulders, her hands grasping it about her throat securely. She left ring of firelight and looked about for Dorran. She knew he had taken first watch and she didn’t want to be alone. To him she went and when she reached him, she said nothing, but slowly sat down on a large fallen tree near him. Dorran saw her and rose to his feet, taking in his hand a cup. As he drew near she looked up at him. ‘Can’t sleep?’ he queried. Athwen shook her head. He extended the cup towards her and she stuck one hand out from beneath the folds of her blanket to take it. ‘Neither can I. I figured I might as well take the first watch rather than lie in my blankets and toss.’ There was a pause. Athwen was looking at her tea and was unaware that Dorran stood considering her. ‘I really did mean it,’ he said softly in a moment. ‘I have some idea of what you’re feeling. When I was little. . .’ With bowed head, Athwen listened to Dorran’s own story. He told her about the attack on his village when he was just a boy. He had seen it. . .and he had been just a child. Tears brimmed in her eyes to overflowing and when her dark lashes fell, the drops broke free and ran like little rivers down her cold and pale cheeks. ‘So I do have some idea what you're feeling. . .the bad pictures running through your head and the times when you wonder why everyone else died when you're still here alive. Anyways, I'm sorry, terribly sorry for what happened. If we had only gotten there sooner, maybe. . .But it's no good thinking like that. We all do what we can and learn to live with the rest. But that learning to live, it'll take time, lots of time. It will get better, though, after a while. I can promise you that.’ Athwen lifted her head and looked up at him. He was trying to give her hope. . .hope of the future, and he was also offering her strength. And somehow, she felt she was receiving it. He knew, and that was enough. ‘Dorran,’ she said after he had finished and had stood in silence for a moment. ‘You were just a child then, weren’t you? How did you get away from the Easterling’s plantation? And did your parents live?’ She wanted to know. Did he come out of his hardships quite as alone as she had? How had he learned to live, even in time? To her eyes, her future looked bleak. She would be with these companions until they reached Edoras, and then what? Where would she go next? __________________ A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. - C.S. Lewis Last edited by piosenniel; 04-12-2006 at 11:02 AM.

04-11-2006, 03:01 PM	#2
Arry Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 704	I won't ask you to edit, as I really wish to move this game along. But for future reference - please, no one is to act or speak for my character. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I've asked Pio to do some moving of posts. Here is what was done: Maeggaladiel's post was split - the first part going into Folwren's SAVE (post#286). The last comment of the post was inserted into my post (#288) to show Fion's positive state of mind about the two groups going on together. --- Nogrod's post was split. the part of it dealing with what is prior to the watch being started is in Maeggaladiel's post space (#289). The rest was left in place to follow Tevildo's SAVE. --- Folwren and Tevildo Please use Tevildo's SAVE (#290) for your discussion, or the start of a discussion that can continue as we ride. Folwren - please leave your posts for that SAVE on the Discussion Thread and either Pio or Child of the 7th Age will transfer them as you request. -- Arry __________________ If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world – J.R.R. Tolkien