Scarburg Meadhall Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Gwathagor · 12-07-2009, 05:52 PM

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Originally Posted by Groin Redbeard

It is as a famous play writer once said:

The gentler gamester is the soonest winner.

There you go quoting Henry V again.

Groin Redbeard · 12-07-2009, 09:15 PM

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Originally Posted by Gwathagor

There you go quoting Henry V again.

I love that play!

I can't escape it!

Anyway, I think that it is about time to introduce some proper new characters to Scarburg

who aren't soldiers.

NAME: Girth

Age: 33 years young

APPEARANCE: Girth’s height is no more than five feet. Girth’s size is a credit to his name, as round as a barrel from his legs to his head. The hair on his head is few and is as yellow as a daisy. He dons a broad brimmed hat and the most humble of clothes.

TRAITS/BEHAVIOUR: A simple peasant, Girth knows no ambition or aspirations for future promotion. Each day passes like the next, Girth does not think of tomorrow, he lets tomorrow worry about itself. Content with anything and anywhere, Girth knows no contempt for his fellow man if he is left unmolested. An extremely simple man, Girth chooses to be grateful for the few blessings that he is graced with. He owns nothing, not even the staff in his hand is his. All that he uses belongs to his lord. He takes great pride in small accomplishments. “A small accomplishment is the foundation of a big thing. And that is not a small accomplishment.”

HISTORY: One day is like the next to Girth. Girth was born to Grim the Swine Herder under Athanar’s father and Girth has proudly inherited the title as swine herder. Though swine herder is his chief pride, he watches all the cattle, sheep, goats, and poultry that are in Lord Athanar’s camp. His friends are many. All who come across his path that he likes he calls a friend. The closest friend of Girth is a frazzle haired, skinny, young man by the name of Hamrod. They both have adopted a tramp dog who they have cleverly named Dog.

Both eagerly await the new life at Scarburg.

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Nogrod · 12-07-2009, 09:23 PM

Hmm, interesting new characters I see...

Let's see how they will fit into the mix!

Gwathagor · 12-08-2009, 12:23 AM

Girth the swine-herd, eh? Been reading Sir Walter Scott, have we? Maybe it's just coincidence this time...but "Girth" is very close to "Gurth."

Groin Redbeard · 12-08-2009, 08:50 AM

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Originally Posted by Gwathagor

Girth the swine-herd, eh? Been reading Sir Walter Scott, have we? Maybe it's just coincidence this time...but "Girth" is very close to "Gurth."

No, I got the name Girth from my character's size. I thought it was fitting.

Besides, I never liked Scott. He had too many personal vendettas against Catholics.

Thinlómien · 12-08-2009, 09:12 AM

Nice to see stuff happening.

Mnemo and I are going to write a post together today... *evil grin*

Nogrod, could you change this part of your post:

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Modtryth was just coming to pour them some more wine when lord Athanar suddenly spread his hands with a seemingly bright idea crossing his mind.

His right hand hit the winecase and a lot of wine poured down to his lap. He turned his eye to Modtryth only to see her shaking all over in fear. "What is your name woman?" He asked in a stern voice while wondering if she was indeed a dunleding... Now what is this... a dunleding in my Hall... I clearly know not half of what is going on down here.

"Modtryth, sir, wife of Stigend the carpenter and the humble servant of the eorl... and lady Saeryn..." Modtryth managed to answer.

"Well Modtryth, it was my fault... you were only carrying out your duties. Fill our goblets and then get a towel for me." He said now quite softly even if determinatedly, looking at the woman beside her.

"Sure my lord... just a moment..." Modtryth said and filled the goblets and thus went away to search for a towel.

Lord Athanar seemed not to care of the wine poured on his lap but leaned forward.

"If the inheritance is the problem, I think we could come up with a solution..."

Looking at the confused faces of Saeryn and Degas lord Athanar almost laughed out aloud.

"Now listen to me... this will be between ourselves and not leaked into the commoners... not even to master Thornden... right?" He looked for the accepting nods from the two.

"I'm here on an assignment from king Eomer but I have no idea of spending my retiring years here... so whoever takes the leadership of the Mead Hall here after my duties are fulfilled, and I get a promotion from the king, it's pretty much same to me... so how if we could come up with an arrangement that you lady Saeryn would be the inheritor of this place? If king Eomer is not knowledgeable of your child or has just not thought of it... then we could act by ourselves, or ask his blessing on our deal?"

Modtryth came with the towels and together the two tried to clean as much they could. After a few minutes lord Athanar asked Modtryth to leave.

to this:

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Modtryth was just coming to pour them some more wine when lord Athanar suddenly spread his hands with a seemingly bright idea crossing his mind.

His right hand hit the winecase and a lot of wine poured down to his lap. He turned his eye to Modtryth only to see her grow pale. "What is your name woman?" He asked in a stern voice while wondering if she was indeed a dunleding... Now what is this... a dunleding in my Hall... I clearly know not half of what is going on down here.

"Modtryth, sir, at your service," she replied curtly, eyes downcast. "I'm the wife of Stigend the carpenter... and the humble servant of the eorl, and lady Saeryn."

"Well Modtryth, it was my fault... you were only carrying out your duties. Fill our goblets and then get a towel for me." He said now quite softly even if determinatedly, looking at the woman beside her.

"Sure my lord," Modtryth said and filled the goblets and thus went away to search for a towel.

Lord Athanar seemed not to care of the wine poured on his lap but leaned forward.

"If the inheritance is the problem, I think we could come up with a solution..."

Looking at the confused faces of Saeryn and Degas lord Athanar almost laughed out aloud.

"Now listen to me... this will be between ourselves and not leaked into the commoners... not even to master Thornden... right?" He looked for the accepting nods from the two.

"I'm here on an assignment from king Eomer but I have no idea of spending my retiring years here... so whoever takes the leadership of the Mead Hall here after my duties are fulfilled, and I get a promotion from the king, it's pretty much same to me... so how if we could come up with an arrangement that you lady Saeryn would be the inheritor of this place? If king Eomer is not knowledgeable of your child or has just not thought of it... then we could act by ourselves, or ask his blessing on our deal?"

Modtryth came with the towels and together the two tried to clean as much they could. After a few minutes lord Athanar asked Modtryth to leave.

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Basically I kept your main idea - Modtryth being sort of scared by Athanar - but modified her behaviour to a more characteristic way and took out some waffling and three dots that I wouldn't write for her myself.

12-07-2009, 09:23 PM	#3
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Hmm, interesting new characters I see... Let's see how they will fit into the mix! __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

12-08-2009, 12:23 AM	#4
Gwathagor Shade with a Blade Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: A Rainy Night In Soho Posts: 2,512	Girth the swine-herd, eh? Been reading Sir Walter Scott, have we? Maybe it's just coincidence this time...but "Girth" is very close to "Gurth." __________________ Stories and songs.