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We headed up towards the Forge of Mount Tinang at last, pursuing Finculin, Ren the Unclean, and possibly even Sauron himself.  The Numenorean siege outside had so far distracted the orcs of the mountain, but now we came under attack.  We were climbing up the long winding stairs that went round and round the outside of a huge wide shaft, when we came under attack. Goblins had come out onto a walkway high above us and were firing arrows down at us.

One of the arrows hit Thrandin, our elderly Diplomatic Dwarf.  He was knocked off the steps into the shaft, and plummeted down out of sight!  Angruin ran back down the steps after him, and bless him, Prince Irimon did the same.     Everyone else went up, after the goblins.   But not all of them continued to go up.  As we ran down, a body fell past us.  Thingolodh had fallen too.  Other bodies fell after him, like a rain of goblins!
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And here is the last painting of the campaign.
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* I wish we'd thought of a clever way to do this, but I fear what actually happened was that we all got hungry and decided to just vote the wraiths banished so we could stop for dinner.
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We continued through the winding mine-tunnels from Mount Maal towards Mount Tinang, home of Ren the Unclean, and possibly home of worse things too.  Mount Tinang was not the most pleasant of places.  It was hot and damp and smelly.

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We hauled him out of the well with a rope, set his legs, and popped him in the library to look after the prisoner, while we went off to the forge!
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So we had won the help of a mighty Numenorean army, and the time had come to attack Angren!

Here are the mightly forces of Prince Fealasse rallying against the mighty cliff-fortress that is the only entrance to the mountain-fenced land of Angren.  We had been repeatedly told how useless, ugly and generally incompetent Fealasse was, but if he really is that useless, then he has some pretty good subordinates. Either that, or Prince Fealasse is in fact one of these secretly-very-competent people who go around looking useless  until the crisis comes, when suddenly they show their true talents.

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TO BE CONTINUED.

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So, there we were in the Numenorean colony of Ciryatanore.

Prince Irimon, the second in line to the Numenorean throne, looked a bit like his ancestor Elros  (I'd met him, of course). He invited us to a banquet, which was excellent, and then we attended the Council of Ciryatanore. There were concerns expressed about the kingdom of Ibavi, which had suddenly decided to develop territorial ambitions and a professional army. Irimon wanted to respond to this by creating a voluntary League of Ciryatanore against them.   Numenor seems to be getting a bit military in its approach to the rest of Middle-earth.  Better Numenor than Sauron, I suppose.

Irimon then decided to take us to his tower where he likes to greet the sun.  He has a palantir there, a huge one, one of the early Feanorian prototypes.

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So there we were, all ready to carry out a secret back-door invasion of Ren the Unclean's fortress through the Mines of Mount Maan, while the Numenorean armies kept Ren busy by pelting him with trebuchets.   Which I shall detail in the Next Part.

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Previously on...  we went on holiday to Second Age Middle-earth.  Last week was the third of our weeks of adventure in Middle Earth.

Dramatis Personae for this week:
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Mastodons! Orcs! Whales! The River Kingdom of Ralia! And some inelegantly-slain trolls. )


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Last weekend, we went south to the sea for a few days.  Admittedly that's not very far away: one thing we are not short of in Cornwall is coast, but it makes for a nice change to wake up by the sea.   We were staying in a hut on the cliff (when I say hut, that's what it introduced itself as.)  This was the view from the garden, on the first morning.  

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17 years ago yesterday, we got married.  So yesterday we decided to go up onto Dartmoor and eat afternoon tea and celebrate.  It wasn't great weather, but you don't need wonderful weather for afternoon tea.
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We went canoeing from Weir Quay the other day, but the light was not very good for taking photos.  There's a nice slipway and it's not too muddy.  We saw some egrets.  That's about it really.

Then today we went to Saltash, which was a bit daring of us: so far we have only gone out on the upper river, but Saltash is very nearly the seaside, down where there are speedboats and warships.  The seaside bit means that you can launch at low tide without getting completely covered in mud, but sharing the water with so many other watercraft is a little alarming.

Pp looking very intrepid, about to set off:


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Our rescued knight, Ecthelion of the House of the Silver Wolf, Knight of the Moon, could remember little of his ensorcelled sleep: it was a nightmare that swiftly faded.  He told us he had come to Chay on a mission from his prince, Irimon of Ciriatanore, who had dreamed of an elf-maiden, the River King's daughter, and had fallen hopelessly in love with her, despite never having met her.

We were a bit alarmed by this and united in tutting about the potentially disastrous consequences of unions between the Firstborn and the Aftercomers, except, obviously,  in very specific and fated situations, and indeed about the unwisdom of falling in love with women via dreams - but he just looked at us.   He's descended from Beren  (must remember to ask Sirithglor if he looks like him) , so I suppose the idea seems more feasible to him. He remains utterly determined to find this River King's daughter for his prince (although, again, I never met Beren myself, but sitting at home and sending out knights to search for Luthien for him?  Really?  Doesn't seem likely. )
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THE END (for this year...)  PHEW.

(The drawings of Ecthelion releasing the Dead and of Tuirak on the hillside were ones that I had in my head that I wanted to draw but I only actually scribbled them hastily on paper yesterday evening. )
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This might be a good moment to show The Map of (most of) Middle Earth*. Here it is.
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I was rather hoping (as I am sure anyone who has not yet filtered out my 'roleplaying' tag is) that this would be the last post.  But No.  It's not.  We still have to go to Myr, and discover exactly what Orcs are made of....

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*Not drawn by Angruin, or by me, but by [livejournal.com profile] philmophlegm.  Officially in the adventure we don't have this map, although we do have a book of Numenorean maps that Cirdan lent us, which apparently came from the lost property office in Mithlond or something along those lines.  But it's awfully useful to have everything on a big map that we can point to and say 'we're going this way!'  You can see the familiar bit, top left.  
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In Poztar, the wood-built capital of Urd, King Hormerath, friend of Blue Wizards, is dying.  Thingolodh of the Falas waits beside him, cheering his last hour with tales of the Great Sea in the West.  Or so he told us later.  Knowing Thingolodh, I'm not sure exactly how cheering that would be, but no doubt Hormerath was excited about going beyond the Circles of the World and discovering what comes next for Mortal Men, so he probably didn't mind too much.

The lords and notables of Urd come riding into Poztar, in preparation for the meeting of the Wiatt : the body that will choose the next king of Urd.

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You thought that was it?  You thought, how can there be more of this stuff? Well, there is....
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In the cold winter evening, we came cautiously down the old road that runs across the marshy land of Raku.  Snow was lying on the ground and the wind cut fiercely.  The journey was long, but fortunately uneventful.  Here we are one evening, all huddled around a fire.

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There still seems to be a lot of plot left. More here!
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Last year around this time, we went on holiday to Middle Earth in the Second Age, and there wrought many mighty deeds.  But there was much still to do, and we still hadn't found Sauron -  so last week we resumed operations in the distant lands far to the East of the Sea of Rhun.

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We spent Easter in Essos, the sister continent of Westeros from the universe of Ice and Fire.  Here we are setting off (perspective is deceptive! the first ship was by far the biggest really! )

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I meant to write up what we did, but unfortunately I was, and am, a bit under the weather (I severely disapprove of a bug that not only makes me impossibly sleepy but also makes my asthma unusually severe and wheezy, honestly, I feel like I've abruptly aged about 30 years and put on three stone) so I'm just going to link to LoA's writeup so I can find it later.   In fact, I am so wheezy and achy I haven't even photographed my other drawings of the campaign, although partly due to the wheezing, sleeping, aching etc, those I managed were a bit crap anyway, to be honest.  I quite like this one though: it's us all setting off in our cog, the Lady Anduin, with a cargo of whippets, tin, mead, amber, stockfish, candlesticks, silver grumpkins and furs:

The Lady Anduin. )

As has become traditional, [livejournal.com profile] chainmailmaiden made a sumptuous mass  of awesome foods.  A few of them stayed on the plates long enough to be photographed.  I had to photograph the Baked Alaska super-fast though, before it escaped.   Fortunately, Pp had got me a new (to me) ancient (because all my lenses are from the last century) manual-focus lens for my birthday,  which is well-adapted to the swift photography of escaping food.

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We have this local Open Studio event running just now, where local artists all open their studios (or houses!) to visitors and you can go and see all their latest work.  So today my mother and I went out to visit some of them.

My favorite work that we saw was by Sophy White who paints using paints that she makes herself from earth, which gives the paintings a really interesting textured appearance, almost as if they were made from terracotta.  I can't see the deerhound lurcher that I specially liked in her online gallery, but here are a couple of her beautiful horse paintings.  The second one I think we saw hanging, although I'm not sure it looked quite like that - possibly she has made another version or done more work since this photo, or maybe it's just the light.

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We also saw some fascinating glass sculptures inspired by Dutch Elm disease and some lovely landscapes at another gallery.  My mother has commissioned a tiny sea-scape from one of the other artists we visited. 
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In the Land of Perpetual Summer, we met an ent. He was a Scotch Pine ent, very tall with a somewhat dubious accent and a rather difficult name: Galadhith.  But he was friendly and full of information.Read more... )



 
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It was a long walk, a very long walk, east and south from the cold northern shores of the Bead people, where of old was foul Utumno.  Far, far into  the endless waving grasses of the Plains of Alcar.

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Almost there now... NEXT >>
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Soon most of us were back inside, using Sirithglor's sparkly but admittedly effective magic to get past some Morgoth-ensorcelled Pillars of Gloom into the Ghost Roads full of dead people.  You will note that Sirithglor wears different clothes whenever I draw her.   This is because she carries an enormous wardrobe of sparkly and more-or-less diaphanous garments at all times.Read more... )


... And no. I am still not finished. A lot happened! Next! >>
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But really, it doesn't matter too much if you intend to spend as much as possible of the week in Middle Earth and not venture Outside more than is strictly necessary.

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This has got really long, and I've only got to about Sunday. Next post this way
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Warning: the creator of this entry is virus-infested.  Expect more than usual numbers of non-sequiturs and typos.

Last week - well. almost two weeks ago now -  we spent a week in the Spinward Marches of the galaxy - with occasional forays across the border into Vargr space.
Cut for hasty drawings and roleplaying. )

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