The Third Age: A Lord of the Rings RP (OOC)

[Jordslag]

Somebody gonna reply to my 300 Orcs?

I have, check my most recent post.

Also, Lindon, those ships...

Which part of it? I can't tell. And sorry, 200 Orcs.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

I'm kind of assuming that Rohan has no idea how the fire started. No one would have seen the dragon, right? I have no idea what I'm going to do about it; probably nothing, though. Doesn't seem like there's much I can do except cower in fear, and hope it doesn't reach Edoras.

Well, a dragon is a pretty large thing. There must have been some dragon sighting somewhere, so in time, you will find out. By that time, you'll need to ask some supreme being to help you out, because dragons don't deal in bullshit.

[The Starlight]

Well, the Ents helped too.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9tQXY2GNxI

This, my friend, is a forest fire. This is not something you combat with buckets of water and sand. This, you fight by staying the hell away from it.

So what should my elves and the Ents do instead in my post? And thanks G-tech for burning down some of the Celebrant Forest, it saved most of the Ents.

[The Starlight]

I'm kind of assuming that Rohan has no idea how the fire started. No one would have seen the dragon, right? I have no idea what I'm going to do about it; probably nothing, though. Doesn't seem like there's much I can do except cower in fear, and hope it doesn't reach Edoras.

Well, a dragon is a pretty large thing. There must have been some dragon sighting somewhere, so in time, you will find out. By that time, you'll need to ask some supreme being to help you out, because dragons don't deal in bullshit.

Supreme being?

[Maineiacs]

Well, a dragon is a pretty large thing. There must have been some dragon sighting somewhere, so in time, you will find out. By that time, you'll need to ask some supreme being to help you out, because dragons don't deal in bullshit.

Supreme being?

Do the Rohirrim even believe in the Valar?

[G-Tech Corporation]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9tQXY2GNxI

This, my friend, is a forest fire. This is not something you combat with buckets of water and sand. This, you fight by staying the hell away from it.

So what should my elves and the Ents do instead in my post? And thanks G-tech for burning down some of the Celebrant Forest, it saved most of the Ents.

Eh? The Ent Moot is in the south, if I recall my locales.

[The Starlight]

So what should my elves and the Ents do instead in my post? And thanks G-tech for burning down some of the Celebrant Forest, it saved most of the Ents.

Eh? The Ent Moot is in the south, if I recall my locales.

No they met in the North because that is where the elves are and that is closer to were the burning took place. Don't try and make excuses to say that the Ents all died please.

[G-Tech Corporation]

Eh? The Ent Moot is in the south, if I recall my locales.

No they met in the North because that is where the elves are and that is closer to were the burning took place. Don't try and make excuses to say that the Ents all died please.

Oh no, I'm certain they didn't all die. But the Ent-Moot is held in the Derndingle, and I highly doubt the Ents would change their meeting place merely at the request of Elves, given their distinct lack of a penchant for being hasty. Derndingle is assuredly noted as being far south of Treebeard's home, which was itself at the end of the Misty Mountains, and as such seems likely to have been in the south half of the forest indeed. Given there was a forest fire there of great magnitude, and the elves were meeting the moot, you should actually probably post losses of your wardens from the fire. Not all the Ents died certainly, but they wouldn't have been outside the burn area in any irregular numbers.

[Maineiacs]

No they met in the North because that is where the elves are and that is closer to were the burning took place. Don't try and make excuses to say that the Ents all died please.

Oh no, I'm certain they didn't all die. But the Ent-Moot is held in the Derndingle, and I highly doubt the Ents would change their meeting place merely at the request of Elves, given their distinct lack of a penchant for being hasty. Derndingle is assuredly noted as being far south of Treebeard's home, which was itself at the end of the Misty Mountains, and as such seems likely to have been in the south half of the forest indeed. Given there was a forest fire there of great magnitude, and the elves were meeting the moot, you should actually probably post losses of your wardens from the fire. Not all the Ents died certainly, but they wouldn't have been outside the burn area in any irregular numbers.

Yes, it looks like Derndingle is indeed in the south. South and east of Treebeard's dwelling at Wellinghall.

http://thainsbook.net/valleys.html#Derndingle

[Jordslag]

G-Tech, please point out where in your last post you replied to me.

[G-Tech Corporation]

G-Tech, please point out where in your last post you replied to me.

"Karthburg, Western Adorn Vale

Thormund the Tall swaggered along the main thoroughfare of the city, village more accurately, enjoying the pleasant buzzing sensation in his belly from the mug of ale he had just downed. A kindly contribution from his favorite innkeeper in this wretched pigs-sty of an excuse for a town, one of the only reasons he didn't regularly run the fellow down for a few bits of coin to keep his purse fat and happy. Lord Reramund was not technically the liege of this city, which had been a freehold up until the ascent of the Lord to his father's place as Marshal of the Westmarch; Reramund had put right to that immediately, and what's more, since this area wasn't formally part of the Mark, ah, the taxes didn't need a cut to be sent to the King in far away Edoras. It was a good life for Reramund and the peasant-soldiers he used to keep the town of Karthburg nailed down properly, for a man could get rich quickly by shaking a club and threatening shopkeepers with the force of the Lord. And if any of the cabbage heads- for so they were known to the soldiers, peasants with their heads in the dirt and not a noble thought in them- got uppity, well, you had to weed the cabbage patch. Keep them in line properly, and life went well for all.

It passed Thormund's mind, despite the droll humor of mead, that the men at the gate he was walking towards seemed very inappropriately non-jovial. This was the good life! Here, with no rules or appeals to the King to deal with, hey, if a man couldn't have a good time here, he might as well already be dead and buried in his cairn. Perhaps the men on watch were new recruits, sticks in the mud who hadn't had a good tumble in the hay that they needed. Thormund earnestly considered taking them off duty and down the street to one of his favorite brothels, but then dismissed the thought after some very somber thinking. It was hard, putting words together in his head, but he didn't think Lord Reramund would approve of having nobody watching the west gate to collect his tolls, and Thormund had no desire to get a whipping himself.

He still almost suggested going to the brothel after their watch was up, but then his lazy eyes strayed across the gap of the entry to the city, and his mouth almost dropped open in amazement. There, just a few paces outside the still open gate, stood thousands of Orcs! And his three watchmen were looking decidedly nervous. But all of his combat training did not desert the man named Longshanks, and quickly he bared his sword, yelling to the man in the gatehouse to drop the portcullis. It fell into place with a clang, though it was old and rusty in places, and the wood around its edges rotted. Through the bars Thormund bellowed at the slavering vermin, righteous indignation and a touch of drunken belligerence in his tones.

"Get thee hence, foul creatures of the Black Land, or I shall set steel in yer bellies. The Lord Reramund is master of these lands, and he shall cause thee to rue the day you came to Karthburg if you do not hie away immediately."

Thormund took up a horn from one of the shivering gatekeepers, and blew a blast on it, three quick clips, announcing the presence of enemies at the gates."

That was my response to your Orcs finding men of the Lord to talk to. Also a bit of context on the area, and some quest hints too.

[Jordslag]

G-Tech, please point out where in your last post you replied to me.

"Karthburg, Western Adorn Vale

Thormund the Tall swaggered along the main thoroughfare of the city, village more accurately, enjoying the pleasant buzzing sensation in his belly from the mug of ale he had just downed. A kindly contribution from his favorite innkeeper in this wretched pigs-sty of an excuse for a town, one of the only reasons he didn't regularly run the fellow down for a few bits of coin to keep his purse fat and happy. Lord Reramund was not technically the liege of this city, which had been a freehold up until the ascent of the Lord to his father's place as Marshal of the Westmarch; Reramund had put right to that immediately, and what's more, since this area wasn't formally part of the Mark, ah, the taxes didn't need a cut to be sent to the King in far away Edoras. It was a good life for Reramund and the peasant-soldiers he used to keep the town of Karthburg nailed down properly, for a man could get rich quickly by shaking a club and threatening shopkeepers with the force of the Lord. And if any of the cabbage heads- for so they were known to the soldiers, peasants with their heads in the dirt and not a noble thought in them- got uppity, well, you had to weed the cabbage patch. Keep them in line properly, and life went well for all.

It passed Thormund's mind, despite the droll humor of mead, that the men at the gate he was walking towards seemed very inappropriately non-jovial. This was the good life! Here, with no rules or appeals to the King to deal with, hey, if a man couldn't have a good time here, he might as well already be dead and buried in his cairn. Perhaps the men on watch were new recruits, sticks in the mud who hadn't had a good tumble in the hay that they needed. Thormund earnestly considered taking them off duty and down the street to one of his favorite brothels, but then dismissed the thought after some very somber thinking. It was hard, putting words together in his head, but he didn't think Lord Reramund would approve of having nobody watching the west gate to collect his tolls, and Thormund had no desire to get a whipping himself.

He still almost suggested going to the brothel after their watch was up, but then his lazy eyes strayed across the gap of the entry to the city, and his mouth almost dropped open in amazement. There, just a few paces outside the still open gate, stood thousands of Orcs! And his three watchmen were looking decidedly nervous. But all of his combat training did not desert the man named Longshanks, and quickly he bared his sword, yelling to the man in the gatehouse to drop the portcullis. It fell into place with a clang, though it was old and rusty in places, and the wood around its edges rotted. Through the bars Thormund bellowed at the slavering vermin, righteous indignation and a touch of drunken belligerence in his tones.

"Get thee hence, foul creatures of the Black Land, or I shall set steel in yer bellies. The Lord Reramund is master of these lands, and he shall cause thee to rue the day you came to Karthburg if you do not hie away immediately."

Thormund took up a horn from one of the shivering gatekeepers, and blew a blast on it, three quick clips, announcing the presence of enemies at the gates."

That was my response to your Orcs finding men of the Lord to talk to. Also a bit of context on the area, and some quest hints too.

One fix you might wanna make: I only have 200 Of my best Orc warriors there.

[G-Tech Corporation]

"Karthburg, Western Adorn Vale

Thormund the Tall swaggered along the main thoroughfare of the city, village more accurately, enjoying the pleasant buzzing sensation in his belly from the mug of ale he had just downed. A kindly contribution from his favorite innkeeper in this wretched pigs-sty of an excuse for a town, one of the only reasons he didn't regularly run the fellow down for a few bits of coin to keep his purse fat and happy. Lord Reramund was not technically the liege of this city, which had been a freehold up until the ascent of the Lord to his father's place as Marshal of the Westmarch; Reramund had put right to that immediately, and what's more, since this area wasn't formally part of the Mark, ah, the taxes didn't need a cut to be sent to the King in far away Edoras. It was a good life for Reramund and the peasant-soldiers he used to keep the town of Karthburg nailed down properly, for a man could get rich quickly by shaking a club and threatening shopkeepers with the force of the Lord. And if any of the cabbage heads- for so they were known to the soldiers, peasants with their heads in the dirt and not a noble thought in them- got uppity, well, you had to weed the cabbage patch. Keep them in line properly, and life went well for all.

It passed Thormund's mind, despite the droll humor of mead, that the men at the gate he was walking towards seemed very inappropriately non-jovial. This was the good life! Here, with no rules or appeals to the King to deal with, hey, if a man couldn't have a good time here, he might as well already be dead and buried in his cairn. Perhaps the men on watch were new recruits, sticks in the mud who hadn't had a good tumble in the hay that they needed. Thormund earnestly considered taking them off duty and down the street to one of his favorite brothels, but then dismissed the thought after some very somber thinking. It was hard, putting words together in his head, but he didn't think Lord Reramund would approve of having nobody watching the west gate to collect his tolls, and Thormund had no desire to get a whipping himself.

He still almost suggested going to the brothel after their watch was up, but then his lazy eyes strayed across the gap of the entry to the city, and his mouth almost dropped open in amazement. There, just a few paces outside the still open gate, stood thousands of Orcs! And his three watchmen were looking decidedly nervous. But all of his combat training did not desert the man named Longshanks, and quickly he bared his sword, yelling to the man in the gatehouse to drop the portcullis. It fell into place with a clang, though it was old and rusty in places, and the wood around its edges rotted. Through the bars Thormund bellowed at the slavering vermin, righteous indignation and a touch of drunken belligerence in his tones.

"Get thee hence, foul creatures of the Black Land, or I shall set steel in yer bellies. The Lord Reramund is master of these lands, and he shall cause thee to rue the day you came to Karthburg if you do not hie away immediately."

Thormund took up a horn from one of the shivering gatekeepers, and blew a blast on it, three quick clips, announcing the presence of enemies at the gates."

That was my response to your Orcs finding men of the Lord to talk to. Also a bit of context on the area, and some quest hints too.

One fix you might wanna make: I only have 200 Of my best Orc warriors there.

I know that; an uneducated peasant soldier who has rarely seem more than a few dozen armed men in his life though, he does not

[Jordslag]

Epic threat. I think Fighting shall ensue. Ah, well. That Lord guy is DEAD. Wait, are the walls Wooden or Stone?

[G-Tech Corporation]

Epic threat. I think Fighting shall ensue. Ah, well. That Lord guy is DEAD. Wait, are the walls Wooden or Stone?

A simple wooden palisade of stakes upright, offhand.

[Jordslag]

Epic threat. I think Fighting shall ensue. Ah, well. That Lord guy is DEAD. Wait, are the walls Wooden or Stone?

A simple wooden palisade of stakes upright, offhand.

TORCHEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!

[G-Tech Corporation]

A simple wooden palisade of stakes upright, offhand.

TORCHEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!

That will be interesting to RP.

[Jordslag]

TORCHEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!

That will be interesting to RP.

I SHALL TORCH DEM ALL!!! DEM ALLLLLLL!!!!! THIS!!! IS!!! ORCIAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

[The Starlight]

Seven Wardens were lost in the fire.

[Elerian]

Tharbad will hear of this. As will Rohan and they will descend on you with a vengeance!

[Liecthenbourg]

Sorry for my absence gentlemen.
Apologies G, for you having to handle everything .

I'll aim to get a post relevant about something tomorrow, it's rather late right now.

[G-Tech Corporation]

Sorry for my absence gentlemen.
Apologies G, for you having to handle everything .

I'll aim to get a post relevant about something tomorrow, it's rather late right now.

No trouble, no trouble.

I have no life anyway

[Jordslag]

Tharbad will hear of this. As will Rohan and they will descend on you with a vengeance!

It's a corrupt, Distant Rohan lord along the Isen River.

[Bearon]

I wont be able to post for the next few days but Gandalf I'm not happy how you avoided my entire warg band that was tracking you via crows and were faster then you.

[Maineiacs]

I still have to find a way to toss an orc-horde out of the Wold. The dragon was not good timing for me.