The Last Homely House
Middle-Earth => Bag End => Topic started by: Kralik on February 22, 2010, 08:15:13 AM
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Here's the challenge:
Write a short story about your deck using all of the card titles at least once in the story. You may use titles more than once, but you cannot change them (inserting extra words, changing plurals, etc). You may use subtitles for characters instead of the full title. You can be creative... for example, "Speak No More to Me or I'm gonna tan yerr Hides!" Once you are done, link to the deck list in Lothlorien. ;D
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If you have multiple copies of the same card, do you need to use its title multiple times?
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I guess not. Does it have to be about only one side of the deck or the whole deck? And also, If I have, say, multiple copies of Orc warrior, can I say: "The orc warriors started doing the funky chicken"?
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From what he said (no changing plurals), it would have to be "The Orc Warrior started doing the funky chicken"? Basically, if it doesn't autolink (or only autolinks because it's an acronym), it's not allowed.
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lol, this will be fun to watch.
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No, you don't have to use it multiple times.
Actually, changing to plural probably isn't a big deal. I'll post my submission soon. :P
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I'm guessing asterisks also don't matter (e.g. "The Cavern Entrance* loomed wide."), correct?
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Nope. Maybe a small submission rather than a full-length feature presentation? I'm surprised at nothing so far.
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Here is my poor attempt
So Frodo, Reluctant Adventurer that he was had A Talent For Not Being Seen whilst wandering the Paths of the Westemnet Plains. He was thinking about A Promise he had made to his friend Legolas, Greenleaf that he would visit the Cliffs of Emyn Muil to see Aragorn, King in Exile who had been disowned by his people.
So he headed back to the Rohirrim Village he was staying at and saddled up Bill the Pony, put on his Mithril-coat grabbed Sting, Baggins Heirloom that had been in the family for years and thought about heading off.
He was just about to depart when Sam, Son of Hamfast came round the corner and who was with him but Merry, Friend to Sam.
"Where are you off to then" they said. "We are just going down to the Palantir Chamber to have a look at some Foul Creation they have on show."
" That is not a Foul Creation that is Smeagol, Poor Creature all chained up it is cruel.”
“Oh dear” said Sam that is a shame. “Anyway where are you going?”
" I am going to see Aragorn, King in Exile"
" Don't let Boromir, Son of Denethor find out you are going it was his father who exiled Aragorn. If he finds out you will be in front of a squad of Gondor Bowmen and turned into a pin cushion.”
“Don’t worry I can be There and Back Again twice before he gets out of bed the amount he drank last night.”
“Well if you are going then I’m coming with you, just let me get my Frying Pan you know how much I love a cooked breakfast in the morning.”
“I’m coming too” said Merry “let me just go get my trusty Bow of the Galadhrim which could come in handy if we run into trouble”.
While Frodo and Sam were waiting for Merry to return Sam asked Frodo if he still had Aragorn's Bow
“Yes I still have it in the wardrobe inside together with that stupid Ranger's Sword, Blade of Aragorn”
“Should we take them along” said Sam
“Well I am not carrying them” said Frodo
“Well can’t Bill carry them” said Sam
“Well he can but you know he will be discarded when we get to the Bridge of Crackydoom” said Frodo
“Yes but we are not going that way idiot this is a two towers block story not a fellowship of the ring story we will go through the White Rocks and then on to Hornburg Causeway.”
“Okay then I'll go fetch them and Bill can carry them.”
Five minutes later after wrestling with the wardrobe Frodo was back. Merry had also returned with his bow and some incredibly long knives.
“Those are long knives” said Sam
“Yes they were Legolas’s long Knives” said Merry
“You mean they are the legendary Long Knives of Legolas” said Frodo
“Yes they are! So now that is established shall we get going” said Merry
So the three of them left the village and proceeded along the East Wall of Rohan.............
Elsewhere on Bottom Earth......
Elrond, Herald to Gil-Galad the Disgusting had heard of Frodo's adventure already on Twitter and had decided to send out his Secret Sentinels to intercept Frodo and stop him from reaching Aragorn.
To be continued...............(with the decklist attached later)
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:lol:
On second thought maybe sites should be optional. So what's happening with the forces of evil at this point?
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Elrond was still sore over the incident with The One Ring, Isildur’s Bane. If only Isildur had listened to him and let him have the ring he would be all powerful now instead of skulking around being all broody. Instead Isildur kept it and it eventually found its way into that little snot Frodo’s hands. Well it would be his now all he had to do was capture Frodo and take it for himself. He could then sell Frodo and his friends to Saruman and his posse.
Saruman, Rabble Rouser to his friends had been out all night again at the trendy War Club dancing and drinking and eating kebabs. He was wandering back to his Great Hall while his stomach was Constantly Threatening to unload its contents everywhere. He then remember that he had seen Frodo’s post on Twitter last night and he wanted The One Ring for himself. He called out to the Dunlending Looter he had lost last nights drinking competition to and told him to go Over the Isen and bring him back some Dunlendings who were a band of wild mercenaries that lived on the far banks of the Isen.
An hour later the looter reappeared bringing with him nearly all of the Hillman Tribe who were one of the craziest factions of Dunlendings although they looked more like a bunch of Hillman Rabble than a tribe being led by Wulf,Dunlending Chieftain.
Right Wulf I want you to go to the Ring of Isengard and wait for Frodo and his little band who will pass through the Ring on the way to the Cliffs of Emyn Muil. Kill them all and bring me all of their stuff. If that pesky Elrond or any of his Secret Sentinels show up make sure you kill them won’t you.
So the wheels were in motion with the three groups all heading towards each other. But there was another player about to enter this game....
#$&*@! it for the last time where did I put my bloody long knives!! I bet that little #$&*@! Merry has stolen them again! He shot off at speed towards the Rohirrim Village he knew Merry was staying at. He thought to himself the quickest way will be to take the short cut Over the Isen. As he came into view of the bridge he spotted the large group of Dunlendings moving away towards the Ring of Isengard. They look dangerous I better find out where they are going.
Legolas moves with great speed to get round in front of their path and Hides himself behind a tree to wait for them to pass.
As they came through he could hear them talking....
"So Wulf where are we off to?" “The Ring of Isengard” said Wulf.
“Oh great can we Burn Every Village on the way we haven’t had any fun since ...... yesterday?”
“Yes why not I hate those pesky villagers!”
Hmmmm thought Legolas not sure what that was all about I could warn the villagers but what have they ever done for me. No off to get my bloody long knives back from that thieving little hobbit!! And off he shot.
Frodo, Sam and Merry entered the Ring of Isengard and could see an old friend sitting on top of some dead elves. “Hello Ulaire Enquea, Lieutenant of Morgul now are we last time you were only a sergeant?”
“Hi Frodo, yes well I have been promoted! What are you doing here?”
“Just on our way over to see.....”
But before he could finish Wulf and his Hillman Horde attacked from their hiding places quickly overwhelming Sam and Merry who quietly slipped off to the dead pile. Ulaire Enquea thought about helping but decided to save his own neck and legged it. Leaving Frodo surrounded by Wulf and his cronies......
To be continued..........
Decklist
Cards
Frodo, Reluctant adventurer
The One Ring, Isildur's Bane
Sam, Son of Hamfast
Legolas, Greenleaf
Smeagol, Poor Creature
East wall of Rohan
Rohirrim Village
Westemnet Plains
White Rocks
Deeping Wall
Great Hall
Hornburg Causeway
Ring of Isengard
Palantir Chamber
Free peoples
Aragorn, King in Exile X 3
Merry, Friend to Sam
Boromir, Son of Denethor
Gondor Bowmen X 3
Paths
Bill the Pony
A Talent for Not Being Seen
A Promise X 4
Cliffs of Emyn Muil
Foul Creation
Mithril Coat
Sting, Baggins Heirloom
Frying pan
There and Back Again
Elrond, Herald to Gil Galad X 3
Secret Sentinels X 3
Ranger's Sword, Blade of Aragorn
Aragorn's Bow
Long Knives of Legolas
Bow of the Galadhrim
Shadow
Saruman, Rabble Rouser X 3
Hides X 4
War Club X 4
Burn every village X 4
Over the Isen
Constantly threatening
Ulaire Enquea X 2
Wulf, Dunlending Chieftain X 2
Hillman Horde X 2
Hillman Tribe X 4
Dunlending looter X 4
Hillman Rabble x3
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On the docks of Imladris, Cirdan, The Shipwright, had crafted a wonderfully large boat that was to take
Galadriel, Bearer Of Wisdom, Elrond, Witness To History and Gandalf, Manager of Wizards across the sea. Suddenly, Elrond got a text from his sons, Elladan and Elrohir, it read, "Dad, after Brooding On Tomorrow and some Careful Study, we have received a Glimpse Of Fate, it turns out you're Still Needed."
Elrond read then re-read the text, he told his companions "Wait up for me, I will go Fleet-Footed along the Old Forest Road in an attempt to get them off their Uncertain Paths.
Gandalf warned him though, "You may be a Foe-Hammer, but the Might Of The Elf-Lords will not help much... I'd also watch out for the Neekerbreekers' Bog and avoid the Stewards Tomb"
Meanwhile...
Ulaire Cantea, Faster Than Winds, along with the Eternally Threatening Lemenya had rode to Minas Morgul to find the Morgul King. They were bringing the corpse of Gothmog, Morgul Commander to their master.
The Morgul King was angry when he was told that his Morgul Banner-Bearers had been Flung Into The Fray, so he found the last of the Morgul Creepers and Morgul Lurkers and went streaming to the field...
"Dad, guess what?" said Elrohir, "We're gonna go be Morgul Ambushers, get it, cause we're going to... never mind." "Sons," said Elrond, I don't have much time, why don't you just take my sword, Hadafang, and do it yourself?"
"But dad," whined Elladan, "don't you want to be a Morgul Destroyer?"
"No I don't," It's high time I said Farewell To Lorien and left you to your own fate."
At that moment, the Morgul King shot out of the tower headed towards the field he was streaming to.
"Come on dad, don't you want the Final Shot?" pleaded the boys.
"Oh, all right." agreed Elrond. he took up the Ring Of Rings and shot it through the Doorway To Doom. With that, Sauron gave a mighty cry, then fell dead at the Foot Of Mount Doom.
"There," said Elrond, "Done and Done. I'd best be on my way since I must climb through the Crags Of Emyn Muil."
"Ah Dad," said Elrohir, "You could take a boat up the Isenwash."
"Really?"
"Yeah," added Elladan, It feeds right through the Anduin Banks."
"Oh, Thanks boys!"
And so Elrond made it back to Rivendell and everyone lived happily ever after.
The End
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Saruman, Rabble Rouser to his friends had been out all night again at the trendy War Club dancing and drinking and eating kebabs.
Nice one hehe.
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Thanks c10ckw0rk and Ket :lol:
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Final instalment....
While the battle had been raging on for what seemed like minutes (30 seconds) Legolas had run head long into Boromir and 4 Gondor Bowmen.
“Where are you going?” demanded Boromir
“Off to get my really long knives back from that stinking hobbit thief Merry”
“He is not at the village, don’t you follow Frodo on Twitter? Merry is on his way to see Aragorn with Frodo and Sam but I plan to catch up with him at the Ring of Isengard”
“Well you better hurry I just saw a nasty Hillman Horde heading that way”
“#$&*@! it if only we were playing with a nights deck or some of those Rohan idiots would show up and lend us some horses! Let’s move double time! You coming Legolas?”
“Yes I want my bloody long knives back!!!”
Just as Legolas, Boromir and the Gondor Bowmen entered the Ring of Isengard they could see Frodo surrounded by the Hillman Horde. Legolas crept over to the dead pile to retrieve his knives and then decided it was time to leave and off he scurried singing an Elf Song as he went.
Boromir saw Frodo’s predicament but his hangover had kicked in and he didn’t feel like fighting so him and the Gondor Bowmen headed home via the pub.
Frodo just caught sight of them as one of the Hillman Tribe overwhelmed him. Wulf looking exerted took control of the site and arranged for the hobbits possessions to be sent to Saruman.
“Right he ordered lets Burn Every Village again on the way back just in case a few of the villagers are still alive.”
And with that the story ends....poor Frodo he should have been a bit more reluctant to go on this adventure and stayed at home!
The End.
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Thanks max1981!
Almost done with mine... it's just taking a while. :roll:
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A Meeting for Durin's Secret Society has been called. Meet Beneath the Mountains, next to Balin's Tomb. Don't forget the refreshments!
So the sign posted in the shire countryside had said. Sam, Son of Hamfast, wondered why they even bothered to attend this time. It is not as if anything actually got accomplished, and it was a ridiculous way to walk... Sigh. Frodo had insisted, and who was he to argue with Frodo, Mr. High-and-Mighty Master of the Precious? Sometimes he felt like all of the talk about this silly ring was getting to Frodo's head.
Earlier...
Council: You must throw the ring into the crack of Mount Doom!
Frodo: You can pry it from my cold, dead fingers! Hssssss.....
Sam: Let's go back to the Shire, Mr. Frodo.
Frodo: My.... precious.... I wants it, I wants it!
Sheesh. What a bunch of rubbish. And Frodo and Sam had only just made it back before having to set off again. Merry and Pippin, unfortunately, had to be given over to the Nazgul to ensure the safety of The Precious. They were annoying anyway.
Sam: Are you there, Master Frodo?
Invisible Voice: Yesssssss....
Sam: OK, just checkin'.
Many long days later, in Balin's Tomb...
Voice One: We're here!
Voice Two: Took you long enough. Where have you been?!
Voice One: It's a long way for us to come, you know. And about time for supper, too. Nothing for us to eat but Bill the Pony, and he wasn't even that tasty.
Voice Three: Yuck.
Voice Two: Well, any idea on when this meeting is going to start?
Voice One: I suppose when more people arrive.
Voice Four: We've been waiting here for weeks! There's only so much to do here in the dark.
Voice Three: Yeah, Balin's bones are entertaining, but only for so long.
Voice Four: Plus, we're all out of Orc flesh and getting hungry!
Voice One: Yuck.
(blinding flash of light)
All: Ooooooh!
Gandalf, Greyhame: I have arrived, on time as usual. Let the meeting begin! Who's here?
(All survey the room. There are a variety of people present.)
Gandalf: Legolas, did you bring the food?
Legolas: Here's what I've got (hands Gandalf some lembas, wrapped in a greenleaf).
Gimli: Ugh, lembas again?! Really, Legolas, you've got to do better than that bland stuff.
Legolas: There's no help for it -- it's all the food I have!
Gimli: Yes, but it tastes like--
Gandalf: Dear friends, let us not argue over such trifles. Who brought the drinks?
Gimli: Errrr...
Sam: Ummm...
Voice: Hisss...
Gandalf: Hmm. Never mind then. Well, first order of business (surveying the small crowd). The Council of Elrond decided that the One Ring, Answer to All Riddles can be left with Frodo so as not to inconvenience him in any manner. This decision guarantees that certain doom will befall all of Middle Earth. All in favor, say "Aye."
(chorus of "Aye's!")
(start of a "Noo..." followed by a thump).
Gimli (looking at the unconscious body of Filibert Bolger): Ahem.
Gandalf: Durin, please record the Society's decision in the minutes. Wait a second -- where IS Durin?
Legolas: That fat old codger is always late!
Gimli: Ssssh, don't say that! If he comes in and hears you, he will whip all of our hides!
Legolas: Ha! That windbag is constantly threatening, but never follows through.
Meanwhile...
Dunlending Renegade: Tell us where you hid yerr gold, stupid dwarf, or I'll break your kneecaps with this war club!
Durin III, Dwarven Lord (tied to a tree): You just try it! My kneecaps are made out of mithril and the shock wave from trying to break them would give you a heart attack!
Dunlending Rampager (brandishing an iron axe): Now look 'ere, fatty. If you don't tell us where the joowels are, I'll--
Durin: I'LL shove that axe right up your--
Strange Voice: Wild Men of the Hills!
Dunlending Men: Eh? Who's that?
Mumak Chieftain (coming out into the open): I have a plan that will be sure to make this dwarf talk. We'll tie his arms and legs to two mumakil, stretch him out, and then...
Dunlending Renegade: Rip him in half?
Mumak Chieftain: No... THEN we bring out the SPIDERS!
(The Southron motions to a horde of giant spiders led by none other than Shelob, Last Child of Ungoliant).
Durin (gibbering): Wait, wait, let's be reasonable here.
Dunlending Rampager: Awww, is the poor liddle dwarfie afraid?
Durin: NO, of course not! I am a FEARED AXEMAN! But at least you could give me a last request?
Mumak Chieftain: Granted.
Durin: Don't let me die without a fight. Give me back my Book of Mazarbul.
Mumak Chieftain: You want a... book?
Durin: It greatly encourages me. Also, my belt... my belt of erebor?
Dunlending Renegade: Fine, you can have your belt. Now die, dwarf scum!
Durin: But wait! Also, if you would pass me my dwarven armor, those dwarven bracers, a hand axe, a...
Back in Balin's Tomb...
Gandalf: Has anyone seen Aragorn?
Gimli: No, just Aragorn's Bow sitting over there in the corner.
Legolas: I wish I had brought my Aiglos.
Sam: You wear MAKEUP?!
*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*
All: What's that?
*BOOM* BADA*BOOOOM* *BOOM*
(Drums continue in a crescendo until they sound like a constant roll of thunder)
*BOOOMBOOMBOOMBOOOMBOOMBOOMBOOOOOOM!*
*BOOM*
(silence)
(Then... a solitary goblin steps out of the shadows bearing a crude goblet, filled with a steaming liquid)
Legolas: Ah, at last, something to drink! No thanks to YOU, Gimli.
Gandalf: Legolas, I'd be careful... it may be a trap.
Legolas: You worry too much, old man. Ah, it smells just like the tea my mum used to make out of evil-smelling fens. Smelled terrible, tasted wonderful! Out of my way!
(Legolas steps up to the goblin and seizes the goblet, downing the liquid)
Legolas: It's so... so... (eyes rolling up into his head)
(Legolas crumples on the ground).
Sam: That vile, plotting deceiver!
Gandalf (looking at Legolas): Poor creature. Well, at least he had it coming to him. Harrrrumph! Lembas, indeed. I suppose there's nothing more to do than to find someone to take his place in the Society! Frodo, could you please toss the body down that shaft over there?
Voice: Yessssss.
Gandalf: What's your name, goblin?
Goblin: Dorf.
Gandalf: All in favor of making Dorf a new member of the Society, say "Aye."
(chorus of "Aye's!")
(start of a "Noo..." followed by a thump).
Gandalf (looking at the unconscious body of Sam): Ahem.
Gimli: Well, at least he's better than that blasted elf...
Meanwhile...
Durin: ...and Arod, and my trusted weapon, and an elven cloak, and my ring of artifice, and an elven brooch, and...
Mumak Chieftain: Zzzzzzzzzzz....
Durin: ...oh, and perhaps we could do this at the Fords of Isen? I've always liked the--
Voice: Duuuuuuuurin!
Chieftain and Dunlending Men: Wha-?
Voice: I'm here to saaaaaave you!
Aragorn, Ranger of the North (Appears from nowhere and runs to Durin's side. After having severed his bonds, he shouts): Save yourself! Yaaaaaaaaaah!
(Aragorn runs headlong into the spider and Mumakil horde).
Durin: Hmm. He had so much to live for. Kids these days... And now how am I going to get back to the mountains without a Pathfinder?
Back in Balin's Tomb...
Hobbit party guest: I suggest that we decide how to deal with the threat of the ring.
Gandalf: What do you propose?
Hobbit party guest: Why not just give the ring back to Sauron? Perhaps the old villain has had a change of heart and is really a nice guy after all!
Gandalf (deep in thought): Hmmm... how about... NO.
Hobbit (suddenly with a light in his mind): I think that YOU are captured by the ring... under its spell. You want it for yourself!
Gandalf: You are not the first halfling who has said that. Look what happened to the other one! (pointing at Sam) You'd best watch yourself.
Hobbit: I'll be careful.
Gandalf: You'll be DEAD! Arrr!
(Suddenly, a vile wind blows everyone off their feet).
Sauron, The Lord of the Rings: Sorry I'm late, boys. What did I miss?
Hobbit: Gandalf was just about to attack Frodo to--oww! (rubbing his head)
Gandalf: Not much old friend. We planned this whole meeting as a farce to get Frodo to come with the Ring.
Gimli: Just so long as you can find him. Oh Frodo, where are you hiding?
Sauron: No trouble at all (lunges into a corner of the room and grabs something).
Voice: Ack, help help!
Sauron: Surrender the ring and face a painful death!
Voice: Don't you mean, "or" face a painful death?
Sauron: Gaah, don't bother me with trivialities (strangles Frodo).
Gandalf: Phew, I'm glad THAT mess is over. And allow me to wish you a happy birthday, Sauron. Please accept the Ring as a belated birthday present. How old are you anyway?
Sauron: *cough* I'd rather not say.
Gandalf: Fair enough.
(some footsteps are heard in the hallway. Eowyn, Lady of Ithilien enters the tomb bringing a tray with fresh muffins and spiced cider).
Eowyn: I've slaved all day and night for weeks making preparations for this meeting. Figured that nobody would remember to bring good food.
Crowd: Foooooood! (rushing at Eowyn)
Sauron: Let her deal with them. Come Gandy, let's get out of here.
Gandy: I heartily agree. But... OH! What in the world could THAT be?!
Sauron (spinning around): What? Where? I don't see anything...
Gandy (slyly removing the ring from Sauron's outstretched hand): Huh... I could have sworn I saw something. Well, no matter. Let's be off.
And so Gandalf and Sauron left while the rest of the crowd ate their fill of muffins and slaked thirsts on cider. It was a bit tricky in the dark, but they managed to have a good time and declared it a successful meeting. See you all next time!
Sam (waking up in the darkness): Uhhhh...
THE END
(Deck link (http://lotrtcgdb.com/forums/index.php/topic,4077.0.html))
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Good story Kralik :up: :up: :gp:
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You have too much time Kralik, way too much ;-)
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Wow, I did not see that ending coming. Have you ever considered getting published?
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Cheers.
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Wow, I did not see that ending coming. Have you ever considered getting published?
Throws me off every time too!
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Wow, I did not see that ending coming. Have you ever considered getting published?
mhaw....he should invest in his plot...it is all over the place.
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mhaw....he should invest in his plot...it is all over the place.
Intentionally ridiculous.
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Here's the Wraiths/Southrons deck I use in modified-Movie casual with my friends:
Ten years after the destruction of Isildur’s Bane, Elessar’s Edict reinstituted the ancient custom of the Pan-human Olympics. In memory of the many men whose lives had been lost when the foes of Mordor were forced to fight their fellow man, the games were hosted by Dagorlad. The Desert Lord of Harad agreed to send a group of athletes, and the Hope of Free Peoples everywhere was on the former King in Exile to display the prowess he had shown back in the days when Anduril itself was nothing but the Shards of Narsil. Such a rivalry brought viewers from as far as the Ettenmoors; the City Gates were bursting and the Cross Roads jammed with all of the traffic coming to see the games. Even elves from beyond the sea withdrew all their money from the Silverlode banks to journey to the games in ships of great draught.
The audience stood with bated breath as the Flame of the West was brought in followed by the Olympic Banner of Westernesse. Then the Gondorian athletes arrived under the Banner of the White Tree. The pre-game show was a sight to behold: the Prancing Pony from Rohan was a beautiful sight as was the lights show with a flashing spectral sword, but perhaps most memorable was the trained Mumak brought by the Mumak Chieftain of the south. Then, as the janitors swept away the debris, Aragorn rose, and solemnly recited the Saga of Elendil, which told how the Numenorians first came to this hallowed battleground. This may not have been the most culturally sensitive choice, as it provoked a red wrath among those Haradhrim who themselves were former Southron Invaders, but the disruption was soon quelled by the Southron Commander. Aragorn raised his hand, and at his command, the Games began.
In the archery competition, Aragorn successfully bested the raider bow. The southron weightlifter was mighty, but new strength came now to Aragorn, enabling him to wear the crown of athelas. Later, the desert spearman horribly overthrew his raider halberd, but the swordarm of the white tower proved to be even stronger and more terrible, giving the Swerting the win. Then, in the octathelon, the great southron wanderer proved to be the bane of the eight legs. The dagger throw was canceled due to the ongoing Dwarven Craftsman’s Union’s dagger strike. Thus, the victor of the Games would be decided in the Rhovanian Rugby match at the newly-built Field of the Fallen.
At the start of the match, the Minas Tirith first circle charged against the Southrons. With a whirling strike, a desert soldier stole the ball from the Gondorians. “Yours is the mithril mine is the gold,” the Southron Leader taunted. Suddenly, both sides paused as a pale shape rose from the field.
“Hey, quiet down up there!” yawned the sleepless dead, “You’re making enough noise to wake the…”
“Who are you?” interrupted Aragorn.
“I am the king of the dead who fell in these marshes,” the ghost replied.
“The field where you now dwell is Gondorian territory,” Aragorn replied, “I shall draft you for the Gondorian rugby squad, for your ethereal form will allow you to easily pass through the Southron line of defense.”
“You can’t do that!” the Swerting objected, “In ages past, he was caught violating his oath of fair play by using performance-enhancing enchantments. You can’t enter an oathbreaker! He was banned from the Games for life!”
This was a hard choice for Aragorn, but he soon discovered a loophole.
“True, he was banned from the Games for life,” replied Aragorn, “But as you can see, his life is long over. Therefore his punishment expired when he did.”
Needless to say, the shade enabled the Gondorians to easily win the match, and there was much rejoicing in Gondor. The ghost, meanwhile, joined his brethren in the Dimholt, where he long regaled them with tales of his prowess at the first Pan-human Olympic Games.
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=D>
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How about this for a story...
My [Dwarven]/[Moria] deck contains these cards:
Starting:
Frodo, Old Bilbo's Heir
The One Ring, Such a Weight to Carry
Gimli, Feared Axeman
Sindri, Dwarven Lord
Free Peoples (37):
Durin III, Dwarven Lord x2
Linnar, Dwarven Lord x2
Aragorn, Ranger of the North
Faramir, Son of Denethor
Sam, Son of Hamfast
Grimir, Dwarven Elder
Bounder
Sting, Bane of the Eight Legs
Gimli's Battle Axe, Trusted Weapon
Axe of Erebor x2
Dwarven Axe x2
Ring of Fury x2
Ring of Guile
Ring of Accretion
Dwarven Heart x2
Ever My Heart Rises
Preparations x2
Slaked Thirsts x3
Battle Tested x3
Rest By Blind Night x3
Blood Runs Chill x2
Shadow (37):
Ulaire Enquea, Lieutenant of Morgul x2
The Balrog, Terror of Flame and Shadow x3
Host of Moria, Legion of the Underdeeps x2
Guard Commander x2
Goblin Runner x4
Goblin Sneak x4
Goblin Scavengers x4
Goblin Scrabbler x3
Goblin Scimitar x4
Goblin Armory x4
Goblin Swarms x3
They Are Coming x2
Sitepath:
Dunharrow Plateau
Rohirrim Camp
Hall of the Kings
Anduin Banks*
Steward's Tomb*
Minas Tirith First Circle
Osgiliath Crossing
Morgulduin
Haunted Pass
Cheers.
-wtk
Best so far.
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if someone could write one in poem form, that would be cool...