Peredhil

I do like the variety and complexity of your world-building. It's nice to see the rules of logic applied to a fantasy universe. That concept is the core of my FARS system.

When the madness overcame you, we all danced in a giddy joy, No more peeping out the veiled view, slowly separating alloy; We boldly taking turns at staring you down, splinters in silvered panes of glass. You fought for the surface - struggled not to drown, we won when combining en masse. Each jagged sliver life now, your sanity we overthrew, Personality? And how! When the madness overcame you. First line - In odd we place our trust

I'm pleased you shared.

Peredhil falls about laughing. I like it.

smiles happily and murmurs, "I've missed this..."

It is a bit like a Nordic chant, but you lost the 3/4/3/4 syllable count a few times. "She stares, whimpers" is a correct four count, but something about the plural leaves the tongue in the wrong mouth placement to feel comfortable. I'm not certain of a fix, perhaps changing out the "she" to allow a singular active phrase. [x] stare, whimper. Hmmm, Maybe it's the soft syllables of whimper after the hard stare. *Polite Hugs* Good to see you

I simply love your twisty writing. You write well, and keep me guessing.

I was gearing up and being active when unemployed. I'm sorry I've become effectively absent now that I have a job - IT customer support, which I love. Computers are evil, and I get paid to make people's days go better. Marriage with Mynx is a daily feast of joy, to which I devote much attention. She is willing for me to be online more, but hey, dating won her heart, so why stop just because we married?

Epic imagery. Reminds me a bit of Roger Zelazny in a way. The near total lack of punctuation is deliberate, yes? I take it to indicate the constant stream of thoughts of a brain too awake in a body too tired to sleep.

*hug cuddle acceptance*

Thank you! *Polite hugs* Happy happy to you all. I enter the New Year with a new job! I'm looking forward to my first paycheck with anticipations - I'll get to buy shinies for my Beloved Mynx!

The first two lines resonate. After that, it's just good poetry. Sorry, I thought much more sentence than I typed!

Wow... That really resonates for Mynx and I. Plus I've missed you. *Polite happy Appy huggles*

Good stuff. I do like the choice of words, and the way they fit the rhythm.

Time flies, All wibbly wobbly insects, bursting forth in all directions by the billions, Tiny fragments that appear coherent and linear But Each moving to its own destiny With the power of ten billion butterfly sneezes interacting, changing, mutating, timey whimey buzzing units of time. We only see one direction on the fourth dimension But it really moves in all axises. I'm so pleased to read the creativity in this thread! Y'all are wonderful. And Mardax and Appy sightings! Yay! First line: Yellow grass hides under white snow

Chocolate.

Good use of repetition.

Does this help? Is it enough detail? Too much? Third Age(TA) 2460, Sauron returns to Dol Guldur. TA July 1st, 2941, Bilbo meets Gollum, and finds the One Ring. TA May 1st, 2942, Sauron was driven from Dol Guldur, and escapes to Mordor. TA 2951, Sauron reveals himself in Mordor, and begins rebuilding Barad-dur. TA Nov 10th, 2994, Balin Lord of Moria is slain. TA Sep 22, 3001, Bilbo's birthday party; Frodo receives the One Ring, Bilbo leaves the Shire.

I'll try. Character: Grimnath, Rider of Rohan. Weapons: Lance, long sword, knife. Equipment: Horse, saddle & gear, Saddlebags, whetstone, food, leather bottle: liquor, two leather bags: water. From East Emnet, Riders of the 3rd Mark. After the Necromancer was driven from Dol Guldur, a disturbing number of evil creatures began appearing in the lands of Rohan, orcs, wolves, goblins, etc. Grimnath has spent several years guarding and fighting them. He has a passionate hatred of orcs, since losing a Herd Lord (alpha male horse) to a party, who trapped and took the black horse away across the Great River. The 3rd Mark riders used to range up into the Wold, and all over the East Emnet, but now have withdrawn with the herds to West Emnet. Grimnath has grown bored and angry at the defensive move, and received leave from Theoden to travel across the Fords of Isen, through the Gap of Rohan, along the old North-South Road through Enedwaith. He forded the Grayflood at Thurbad, where he and his steed, Glaneor, spent some time resting and replenishing supplies. Traveling through Eriador, he took the Greenway toward Bree rather than continuing on to the Shire. He is now in Bree. He's basically adventuring and has wanderlust, yet always seeking Orcs to kill. He's far from Rohan, and willing to travel with a party, for safety in numbers or as a mercenary guard, but would prefer a path that went East or South, as he misses the warmth of Rohan's climate. If the party plans on traveling through Moria, he will have to leave the party there, as he will not abandon Glaneor, and horses will not enter the Black Pit. If it helps people, here's a useful link to an interactive map: http://lotrproject.com/map/#zoom=4&lat=-1270.25&lon=1188.5&layers=BTTTTTTTT

Went back and read the link to the old thread - sounds interesting. I'd be willing.

I greatly enjoyed this!

Oops! Made it part of the RP post, not an OOC. Here it is. Vote for Adam/Vene

BOAZ!!!! *with a very unPeredhilish squeal of delight, the Bard is flying-hug-tackled* *Peredhil picks him up and brushes him off, then Politely hugs* Um, I mean, I'm delighted to see you.

It required a taste of the whip, but Equiano finally managed to force some of the crew down into the cargo holds with him. They were retching and gagging at the blood and carnage, but they managed to clean out the hold, and once they'd pumped sea water in, and manned the bilged pump to clear it, the hold was relatively clean, and the cargo had had a bath. Equiano requested the Cook prepare double rations for the slaves, to help them settle a bit, and to keep their value high. Once done, he began compulsively coiling and uncoiling ropes and checking stowage, trying to stay so busy he did not need to think on the horror. Over and over he examined in his mind the behaviors of the others, wondering, "who"? And his intuitions kept coming back to Adam Peters... OOC: Vote for Adam Peters (Vene')

Equiano stared down another crewman impassively... wordlessly. The sailor finally broke eye-contact and ducked his head resentfully, before turning to coil the rope as ordered. Equiano had no fears in dealing with any man - was he not an Asante? But there was bad ju-ju on the ship, and he had no defenses against the black arts. It was with a rare uncertainty and hesitation with which he looked about the deck. Too bad the white man's priests would not travel on a slave ship. They could use one, right about now.