Unforbidden - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Bêthberry · 08-31-2005, 09:04 AM

Never before had the white screen of doom looked so forbidding. To be denied access to the Barrow Downs, why, it was strangely like being told to stay in The Shire and keep out of trouble. No dark barrows for us!

But now that we are allowed back into the eerie green glow of our beloved Downs--all hail the Barrow Wight for slashing his green sword across those barriers--let us greet all returning wraiths in appropriate Downs fashion: an RPG party here in Rohan.

Bring: A sense of humour and wit and civility

Attire: Cloaked in clever words and no uncloaking please. We are a family site.

Your host: Feyberry, the cryptic aura who is the Modalternator for Rohan.

Where and when: Starting now and continuing until all missing wraiths have been accounted for

PS: This thread is a squat (that is, an occupation of a given piece of public land in order to acquire title to it)! It has snuck around back of the Golden Hall and established itself in defiance of formal proposal. But show those in Meduseld that squatters know a thing or two about good gaming. Will we be forcibly removed--expelled--by the guards or will we win a permanent residence in Edoras? Time will tell...

(PS : Remember to remove your signatures. )

EDIT: No Downers are forbidden to game in Unforbidden. Let all who wish, even those without gaming experience or Rohan credentials, hustle their skinny skeletons on down to the a-wake-ening.

~~~

While Wyrd was delivering notice far and wide across the Net that the Downs gaming establishments were once again open for business, Bethberry surveyed the grounds to ensure an adequate supply of compestibles and potables. for hungry, thirsty squatters of the barrow field ...

Fordim Hedgethistle · 08-31-2005, 09:29 AM

A dark and terrible tremble from deep in the earth arose, and from the horizons there sprang dark clouds. Fell voices were heard upon the winds that bore down from the mountains, and it became as night. Crack! went the world and a deep chasm opened beneath Bethberry's feet. A howling of horror filled her ears and from the chasm there emerged a single, pale emaciated hand. Clawing at the earth, the hand gained purchase and then there appeared an arm, rotted and flayed, with the ends of worms crawling through the dissolving flesh. A head then came out of the chasm, its eyes blank and white with rot, quickly followed by the putrid mass of a (cloaked) body. Bethberry gasped in horror and fell back, holding one hand before her nose to block the smell.

Fordim spoke, but his voice was thick and slurred with the pulpy mass that his tongue had become for its time in the ground. "Greetings my lady! It is good to be back, but as you can see," he moved his hand before him to indicate the advanced state of decay, "I am somewhat the worse for the wait."

**The Saucepan Man** · 08-31-2005, 09:58 AM

A sudden calamitous (corpus) cacophony split the air as a shiny figure tumbled from a portal high in the sky above Rohan and hit the ground with a resounding crash.

Dazed, the Saucepan Man picked himself up and brushed himself down. His fingers were aching and his pots and pans dented from having clicked and clattered at the aforementioned portal every 15 minutes or so for the past 22 hours to no avail. Until just a few moments before, his access had been denied by the most forbidding of locks (lock #403, apparently).

"Well, we're back!" He said, predictably.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 08-31-2005, 10:27 AM

It had been a harrowing experience. A brief reprieve from the horror that is work had been required by the lass that is called Feanor of the Peredhil. She made her way silently and stealthily to the address bar... she began to type. F... O... R... U... A name mysteriously appeared below her command. She checked behind her, making sure was not followed. She pressed onward. Carefully Feanor returned to her work, pretending convincingly that she was accomplishing something. She spared a moment to look about... to see if she had yet reached The Barrowdowns. Her jaw dropped in horror.

Have I been blocked? she thought, panicking. I know I used words that are not particularly family friendly, but they were via private message... and they were used in discussing dialect, speech patterns, and all number of okay things. She tried again, fruitlessly. She made her way to the void that some call the Chât Rüm. A reassuring message met her.... the words of Bêthberry met her eyes, telling her not to panic. The letters could not have been more welcome than if it had been emblazoned on a small grey box. In any case, they were emblazoned within a large one.

Fea gave up all hope and returned to what has been labelled the Rëal World... a place full of terrible things, all of which should be sent to Mordor. Nearly completing the work that she so longed to put off, she eventually went to bed. The next morning she awoke.

A party? How droll. But at least we are back. Fea made her way to Bethberry. "Do you need a hand? Mine are theoretically detachable, should the need arise." She winked at the hospitable woman. "What in the world caused this stir, do you know?"

the guy who be short · 08-31-2005, 10:45 AM

The Guy Who Be Short awoke with a start. How could he have dozed off during his vigil? But the start was a pleasant one, for once more the landscape around him was a pleasing gold, black and green.

Just as things should be, he muttered.

Initially he had panicked to find himself in a bare, blank world devoid of intelligent life. Who could have Forbidden him from his own home? How? Perhaps somebody has simply painted his corneas white?

What were his fellow Rohirrim doing without him?

Fortunately, he had been able to gather his wits with surprising speed for one so small. Engaging in a strange form of osanwe-kenta with 538 passing butterflies and a two headed demon, he established that all the inhabitants of Rohan were blinded by the Whiteness. He quickly deduced that something must have got into the water, and that there was nothing to fear. A few hours later, if he trusted to the Great Wight in the sky, all would revert to normal...

Unfortunately, he had to spend quite a few hours in what some of the Rohirrim call the Rëal World, that is, an odd little place in the back of his mind with no resemblance to reality whatsoever.

Hilde Bracegirdle · 08-31-2005, 10:51 AM

The yellowing papers stirred ever so slightly as the relic beneath them wondered how long she had been sleeping under that litter of half finished specifications, buried as she was by a landslide of documentation. She was late she thought, the alarm had gone off and she had missed it. Picking up her work weary head, the papers drifted to the floor like leaves as she peered hopefully at her computer, the same computer that had this morning informed her that she did not have the privileges necessary to roam the Downs, (but not the one that seemingly had abstained from presenting the internet portal to ME altogether, like some electronic hermit).

Clicking quietly in the deathly dry gloom of her barrow, she tried again. “Ah there now….” She breathed as the door opened. And peering out, a refreshing haze of green letters could be seen drifting through the blackness. "That is better now!"

wilwarin538 · 08-31-2005, 11:05 AM

Wilwa awoke that morning and sat at her computer screen, wondering what funny captions Mr. Goomba had thought of today. Forbidden? It can't be, there had been times where the page had not loaded but to be forbidden?

She received a message from her best friend Glirdan, he was also Forbidden. Wilwa soon realised it was happening to everyone. The only thing connecting her to the green, yellow and black forum was the conversations she had with a short prince and someone who appeared to have two heads.

Then suddenly, it was back. She had worried for nothing. But how bored she had been for that day, making her own country and playing card games just to keep her busy.

There would be much celebration.

(forgive me for my lack of talent at RPGing

)

Bêthberry · 08-31-2005, 11:15 AM

Her ears ringing by the sudden tumult of cacaphony which the arrival of the SaucepanMan produced--such noise sounding all the louder given the relative quiet of the enforced withdrawal from the Downs--Bethberry--now in her party costume as Feyberry--could barely hear the voices of the revellers.

She nodded a warm welcome to Hilde Bracegirdle, and invited her over, along with a dazed and confused looking TGWBdozing. Meanwhile, holding her nose, she strained to catch what Fëá was saying to her, and looked not without some consternation at the train of deliquacious drippings that Fordim was leaving all over the simbelyne of the barrowfield.

In fact, Feyberry quickly plucked up a large trug full of the lovely scented flowers and proceeded to stuff them, decorously and of course to his great delight--he never having been so bouquetted before by her--in the holes left in Fordim by his decayed and rotting flesh.

Feyberry thought she had heard Fëá say something about hands, but she feared to say anything as she noticed Fordim had dropped one of his.

the phantom · 08-31-2005, 11:12 AM

"Hello again, Bêthberry" said the phantom, as he materialized directly in front of her. "Thank you very much for setting my mind at ease yesterday- I was quite worried."

"Ha ha- yes, you were afraid The Barrow-Wight had banned you out of sheer annoyance!" laughed Bêthberry. "I must apologize, but I found your distress rather amusing."

"No, I understand," said the phantom. "Everyone enjoys seeing a regal chap like me behaving like some sort of overreacting teenager."

the phantom stared at the familiar green and black background. Ah, yes- this is the way it's supposed to be.

08-31-2005, 09:04 AM	#1
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,046	Unforbidden Never before had the white screen of doom looked so forbidding. To be denied access to the Barrow Downs, why, it was strangely like being told to stay in The Shire and keep out of trouble. No dark barrows for us! But now that we are allowed back into the eerie green glow of our beloved Downs--all hail the Barrow Wight for slashing his green sword across those barriers--let us greet all returning wraiths in appropriate Downs fashion: an RPG party here in Rohan. Bring: A sense of humour and wit and civility Attire: Cloaked in clever words and no uncloaking please. We are a family site. Your host: Feyberry, the cryptic aura who is the Modalternator for Rohan. Where and when: Starting now and continuing until all missing wraiths have been accounted for PS: This thread is a squat (that is, an occupation of a given piece of public land in order to acquire title to it)! It has snuck around back of the Golden Hall and established itself in defiance of formal proposal. But show those in Meduseld that squatters know a thing or two about good gaming. Will we be forcibly removed--expelled--by the guards or will we win a permanent residence in Edoras? Time will tell... (PS : Remember to remove your signatures. ) EDIT: No Downers are forbidden to game in Unforbidden. Let all who wish, even those without gaming experience or Rohan credentials, hustle their skinny skeletons on down to the a-wake-ening. ~~~ While Wyrd was delivering notice far and wide across the Net that the Downs gaming establishments were once again open for business, Bethberry surveyed the grounds to ensure an adequate supply of compestibles and potables. for hungry, thirsty squatters of the barrow field ... Last edited by Bêthberry; 08-31-2005 at 10:14 AM.

08-31-2005, 09:58 AM	#3
The Saucepan Man Corpus Cacophonous Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: A green and pleasant land Posts: 8,436	A sudden calamitous (corpus) cacophony split the air as a shiny figure tumbled from a portal high in the sky above Rohan and hit the ground with a resounding crash. Dazed, the Saucepan Man picked himself up and brushed himself down. His fingers were aching and his pots and pans dented from having clicked and clattered at the aforementioned portal every 15 minutes or so for the past 22 hours to no avail. Until just a few moments before, his access had been denied by the most forbidding of locks (lock #403, apparently). "Well, we're back!" He said, predictably. Last edited by The Saucepan Man; 08-31-2005 at 10:22 AM.

08-31-2005, 09:29 AM	#2
Fordim Hedgethistle Gibbering Gibbet Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Beyond cloud nine Posts: 1,851	A dark and terrible tremble from deep in the earth arose, and from the horizons there sprang dark clouds. Fell voices were heard upon the winds that bore down from the mountains, and it became as night. Crack! went the world and a deep chasm opened beneath Bethberry's feet. A howling of horror filled her ears and from the chasm there emerged a single, pale emaciated hand. Clawing at the earth, the hand gained purchase and then there appeared an arm, rotted and flayed, with the ends of worms crawling through the dissolving flesh. A head then came out of the chasm, its eyes blank and white with rot, quickly followed by the putrid mass of a (cloaked) body. Bethberry gasped in horror and fell back, holding one hand before her nose to block the smell. Fordim spoke, but his voice was thick and slurred with the pulpy mass that his tongue had become for its time in the ground. "Greetings my lady! It is good to be back, but as you can see," he moved his hand before him to indicate the advanced state of decay, "I am somewhat the worse for the wait."

08-31-2005, 10:27 AM	#4
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,600	It had been a harrowing experience. A brief reprieve from the horror that is work had been required by the lass that is called Feanor of the Peredhil. She made her way silently and stealthily to the address bar... she began to type. F... O... R... U... A name mysteriously appeared below her command. She checked behind her, making sure was not followed. She pressed onward. Carefully Feanor returned to her work, pretending convincingly that she was accomplishing something. She spared a moment to look about... to see if she had yet reached The Barrowdowns. Her jaw dropped in horror. Have I been blocked? she thought, panicking. I know I used words that are not particularly family friendly, but they were via private message... and they were used in discussing dialect, speech patterns, and all number of okay things. She tried again, fruitlessly. She made her way to the void that some call the Chât Rüm. A reassuring message met her.... the words of Bêthberry met her eyes, telling her not to panic. The letters could not have been more welcome than if it had been emblazoned on a small grey box. In any case, they were emblazoned within a large one. Fea gave up all hope and returned to what has been labelled the Rëal World... a place full of terrible things, all of which should be sent to Mordor. Nearly completing the work that she so longed to put off, she eventually went to bed. The next morning she awoke. A party? How droll. But at least we are back. Fea made her way to Bethberry. "Do you need a hand? Mine are theoretically detachable, should the need arise." She winked at the hospitable woman. "What in the world caused this stir, do you know?"

08-31-2005, 10:45 AM	#5
the guy who be short Shadowed Prince Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thulcandra Posts: 2,360	The Guy Who Be Short awoke with a start. How could he have dozed off during his vigil? But the start was a pleasant one, for once more the landscape around him was a pleasing gold, black and green. Just as things should be, he muttered. Initially he had panicked to find himself in a bare, blank world devoid of intelligent life. Who could have Forbidden him from his own home? How? Perhaps somebody has simply painted his corneas white? What were his fellow Rohirrim doing without him? Fortunately, he had been able to gather his wits with surprising speed for one so small. Engaging in a strange form of osanwe-kenta with 538 passing butterflies and a two headed demon, he established that all the inhabitants of Rohan were blinded by the Whiteness. He quickly deduced that something must have got into the water, and that there was nothing to fear. A few hours later, if he trusted to the Great Wight in the sky, all would revert to normal... Unfortunately, he had to spend quite a few hours in what some of the Rohirrim call the Rëal World, that is, an odd little place in the back of his mind with no resemblance to reality whatsoever.

08-31-2005, 10:51 AM	#6
Hilde Bracegirdle Relic of Wandering Days Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: You'll See Perpetual Change. Posts: 1,484	The yellowing papers stirred ever so slightly as the relic beneath them wondered how long she had been sleeping under that litter of half finished specifications, buried as she was by a landslide of documentation. She was late she thought, the alarm had gone off and she had missed it. Picking up her work weary head, the papers drifted to the floor like leaves as she peered hopefully at her computer, the same computer that had this morning informed her that she did not have the privileges necessary to roam the Downs, (but not the one that seemingly had abstained from presenting the internet portal to ME altogether, like some electronic hermit). Clicking quietly in the deathly dry gloom of her barrow, she tried again. “Ah there now….” She breathed as the door opened. And peering out, a refreshing haze of green letters could be seen drifting through the blackness. "That is better now!"

08-31-2005, 11:05 AM	#7
wilwarin538 Fluttering Enchantment Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Canada Posts: 2,533	Wilwa awoke that morning and sat at her computer screen, wondering what funny captions Mr. Goomba had thought of today. Forbidden? It can't be, there had been times where the page had not loaded but to be forbidden? She received a message from her best friend Glirdan, he was also Forbidden. Wilwa soon realised it was happening to everyone. The only thing connecting her to the green, yellow and black forum was the conversations she had with a short prince and someone who appeared to have two heads. Then suddenly, it was back. She had worried for nothing. But how bored she had been for that day, making her own country and playing card games just to keep her busy. There would be much celebration. (forgive me for my lack of talent at RPGing )

08-31-2005, 11:15 AM	#8
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,046	Her ears ringing by the sudden tumult of cacaphony which the arrival of the SaucepanMan produced--such noise sounding all the louder given the relative quiet of the enforced withdrawal from the Downs--Bethberry--now in her party costume as Feyberry--could barely hear the voices of the revellers. She nodded a warm welcome to Hilde Bracegirdle, and invited her over, along with a dazed and confused looking TGWBdozing. Meanwhile, holding her nose, she strained to catch what Fëá was saying to her, and looked not without some consternation at the train of deliquacious drippings that Fordim was leaving all over the simbelyne of the barrowfield. In fact, Feyberry quickly plucked up a large trug full of the lovely scented flowers and proceeded to stuff them, decorously and of course to his great delight--he never having been so bouquetted before by her--in the holes left in Fordim by his decayed and rotting flesh. Feyberry thought she had heard Fëá say something about hands, but she feared to say anything as she noticed Fordim had dropped one of his.

08-31-2005, 11:12 AM	#9
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,987	"Hello again, Bêthberry" said the phantom, as he materialized directly in front of her. "Thank you very much for setting my mind at ease yesterday- I was quite worried." "Ha ha- yes, you were afraid The Barrow-Wight had banned you out of sheer annoyance!" laughed Bêthberry. "I must apologize, but I found your distress rather amusing." "No, I understand," said the phantom. "Everyone enjoys seeing a regal chap like me behaving like some sort of overreacting teenager." the phantom stared at the familiar green and black background. Ah, yes- this is the way it's supposed to be.