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The wicked werewolf Carangamp, ally of Sauron.
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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

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!

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,

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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On Monday, we went to the seaside. I thought it might be interesting to take some photos of miniatures there. On impulse, I also took Cthulhu.
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Pp posted some more of his miniatures, but as he's mostly concerned with showing off his painting, he didn't use the ones I liked best when I was playing with them.
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Embiggen!
I do like this figure that Pp has painted. He is based on a Balrog model, but Pp decided to paint him as the incredibly-obscure Fankill instead (I have to keep typing Fankill, in the hope that the name will sink into my brain because every time Pp mentions him, I hear it as 'Frank Hill' which seems an oddly prosaic name for a Tolkien villain. Sounds more like a Man of Bree)

Fankil was a bad guy in last year's roleplaying campaign who we had great difficulty defeating, and you can see why. Look at him!

There are a couple more things he painted, and a couple of maps, in his original post.

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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! >>

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

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.

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Slightly zonked this morning due to ginormous thunderstorm with extra lightning last night.

Az got stressed and had an accident, although thankfully he wobbled downstairs to do it on the hard floor. Brythen became very woe, shook like a leaf and hid in the bedroom. I thought Rosie Roo was unbothered overnight - but then she brought up her breakfast.
Cats shouted loudly with joy when I came to bring them breakfast, and as usual, seem utterly untroubled.

Here is a selfportrait of me walking the dogs yesterday in extremely wild wind:
( Drawing with annotations )

And while I was taking a copy of that, I took a photo of these, drawn during a roleplaying campaign last year. Our party was quite polite, and found the range of greeting cards available from normal shops inadequate.
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EMBIGGEN!

Here is the poster of the roleplaying campaign conducted earlier this month!

In the end, there was only one hiver (played by me!) but I don't honestly see how I could have known this for sure at the time when I designed the poster. And the entire campaign came about as a result of Hivers doing manipulative Hiver things, so on a wider level the title works.

Unfortunately the paper has warped a little - I need to put it under something heavy to make it flat, but at the moment, Duncan, bottom left, is slightly distorted.

Just to the left of the train is Mahmoud, with his Oud. After going through practically the whole campaign with us from the time when we met him in Alternative 1930's Cairo, poor Mahmoud was horrifically killed just at the end, which was rather sad. You'll notice that Mahmoud is wearing a fez. Googling Egypt in the 1930s, I discovered a truly impressive range of fezes, which have entirely won my heart, although I don't think a modern person could possibly carry them off with such elan.

( Across Europe, with horror and an oud )

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And now I am more shattered than a shattered thing and I have a pile of things taller than a very tall pyramid built of human heads that I absolutely must do tomorrow, so, to bed!

Current Mood: flopped

I went up the Lynher river today, and photographed some tiny people and monsters.

First I caught a dragon, waiting.
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Then I stumbled upon an as-yet-unpublished scene from a future Ice and Fire book! The appearance of the Otyugh in Westeros takes everyone by surprise, not least Cersei... ( Read more... )
The Otyugh is normally found in damp riverside locations. ( Read more... )
Melisandre is seriously hard. She may have only just stepped out of the river, but she is not going to let the Otyugh menace her. ( Photos! )
That awkward moment when you come around a corner and there is a DRAGON.
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All miniatures expertly painted by

philmophlegm!