Why do I ALWAYS miss out on the important and coolest threads. My eyes are going bad for sure or maybe it is the d20 Ric lent me for my spot 'cool thread' checks, with the three 1's on it and no 20, 19 or 18.
Just kidding. I spend most all of my online time in IC posts and don't frequent these OOC threads as much as I really should.
I have only been a part of Farlandworld for a short time. A little more then a year is all. In that time, Farlandworld as well as the campaign Eastern Intrigues has become my most favorite of all. I can only imagine how much fun a table-top campaign set in Farlandworld would be.
Ric, kudos to you man for having the patience and more so the perseverance to put together such an awesome world.
If anyone ever needs a mediocre player with lots of heart for the game to fill a small gap in your Farland campaign please let me know.
*I know...shameless plug. Well what do you expect...networking is the best way to find the best jobs and the best campaigns.
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Galadwen, I'm sorry this is so belated...Happy Birthday. Hope you had a great birthday.
I'm sorry to hear the book has finally closed on the Lords of the West. If it is ok, I will like to read through it...if that is what Ric's link in one of his first posts is for.
In memory of your game ending I will post one of my favorite poems. It was written by J.R.R. Tolkien and given to his secretary. It wasn't until after he died that she showed it to anyone. It speaks of Bilbo's journey to the West which is appropriate for your game.
Quote:
Original poem by J.R.R. Tolkien:
Bilbo's Last Song (At the Grey Havens)
Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.
Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.
Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the havens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above your mast!
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and for the more discerning player...in elvish (Sindarin)
Quote:
Glîr Vedui Bilvon
Methen arad, vi hen hith,
dan i lend and caeda no nin.
Navaer, mellyn! Laston i gaun,
dartha i gair ne gondren ram.
Gwing nâ glan a falvath mith,
athan Annûn tôg men nîn.
Gwing nâ singren, i hûl lain,
laston i orthad e-Gaear.
Navaer! Cirrevail herthennin,
i 'waew o thrûn, engwidh girir.
Morchaint end caedar no nin
din ui-pennol gwilith si.
Dan tyll gaedar athan Anor,
i chenithon, ir pan agor;
dórath ned Annûn Annui,
ias dû dínen, a lostad sîdh.
I nGîl Ereb aphadol,
ennas, thar i aphalan lond,
i gírbann vain hirithon
a felais e-nGilaearon.
A cair nîn! Revio n'Annûn,
na berth, n'eryd ui-gailu!
Navaer, Ennor, na-vedui,
or dulf nîn i nGîl cenin.
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Brent