B2MEM 2012 - March 2nd
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altarielThe number called was: O72
My cards and prompts were:
Alternate Viewpoint: The Field of Cormallen
Economy: Real Estate
Map’s Edge: The Balrogs
March 3019: March 8th, The Dead receive their summons
Land Fit for Heroes
God promised us this land: a gift for his servants.
When first we marched here, we marvelled at the waste. Such wealth of space and water! Our land is a desert, where thirst rules. This land would make a better home. Why should it not be ours? Others lived here before the Sea-lords came, and fought themselves, and left. Why is this theirs, not ours?
God is dead. A new king has come. He sends us home in chains, past the island that we took, down the river that we won. Our land is a desert, where thirst is king.
Fire on the Mountain
A Rider of Rohan brings back a new-old tale from Mundburg:
Once a white city stood midst circling mountains,
High halls hidden from foe and hurt.
Gondolin the Great, tall tower of Turgon,
With seven gates wrought of gold and silver.
Long the walls lasted till treason took them –
Kinsman of the King, Maeglin the ’curséd.
With drake and worm was their doom wrought,
With fell beast of fire – a Balrog of Morgoth,
Wingéd with smoke, its sword aflame.
The towers trembled ’neath its footfall.
Great was the burning; greater the grieving
So the songs from the South-land tell us.
The Forgotten People
Do the Dead hear?
Only the whisper of voices on the wind, and the rattle of bones.
But they listen for the horn in the hills.
Do the Dead see?
Only the eyes of each other, hollow and hopeless.
But they search for the figure at the Door.
Do the Dead feel?
Only the weight of years, the chain of their broken oath.
But they remember time before this time, the world of life and light.
Do the Dead know?
Only that they are forgotten.
They know they are forgotten.
Till the Dead are called
And come at the command.
My cards and prompts were:
Alternate Viewpoint: The Field of Cormallen
Economy: Real Estate
Map’s Edge: The Balrogs
March 3019: March 8th, The Dead receive their summons
Land Fit for Heroes
God promised us this land: a gift for his servants.
When first we marched here, we marvelled at the waste. Such wealth of space and water! Our land is a desert, where thirst rules. This land would make a better home. Why should it not be ours? Others lived here before the Sea-lords came, and fought themselves, and left. Why is this theirs, not ours?
God is dead. A new king has come. He sends us home in chains, past the island that we took, down the river that we won. Our land is a desert, where thirst is king.
Fire on the Mountain
A Rider of Rohan brings back a new-old tale from Mundburg:
Once a white city stood midst circling mountains,
High halls hidden from foe and hurt.
Gondolin the Great, tall tower of Turgon,
With seven gates wrought of gold and silver.
Long the walls lasted till treason took them –
Kinsman of the King, Maeglin the ’curséd.
With drake and worm was their doom wrought,
With fell beast of fire – a Balrog of Morgoth,
Wingéd with smoke, its sword aflame.
The towers trembled ’neath its footfall.
Great was the burning; greater the grieving
So the songs from the South-land tell us.
The Forgotten People
Do the Dead hear?
Only the whisper of voices on the wind, and the rattle of bones.
But they listen for the horn in the hills.
Do the Dead see?
Only the eyes of each other, hollow and hopeless.
But they search for the figure at the Door.
Do the Dead feel?
Only the weight of years, the chain of their broken oath.
But they remember time before this time, the world of life and light.
Do the Dead know?
Only that they are forgotten.
They know they are forgotten.
Till the Dead are called
And come at the command.
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Date: 2012-03-03 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-03-06 07:57 pm (UTC)The first is my favourite, though. Those poor Haradrim - love their perspective!
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Date: 2012-03-06 09:21 pm (UTC)I feel sorry for the Haradrim too.