The Dawi in Arda (Hiatus)
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If we can actually use the Light in a Runic item? Abso-fuckin-lutly. Be a waste if we didn't. If possible I'd like to use it in my anti-magic Talisman (MBalance, Spellbreaking x2).
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I would think it better for use in a spread field, with Rune of Sactuary and Courage, amplifying that which it canonically is shown to favor, warding off dark forces and providing courage to the good-hearted.
Right now I figure we need army-scale effects more than individual and unit scale. To take Belegost and get the Mithril from the shadow things. To hunt down the Thing in the Deeps. To go to open war with the Urki.
We don't have any elite duelists and Gutfroy can't be sent around Middle Earth willy-nilly.
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Yes. A rune derived/made from/with the Light of Earendil would be appropriately... magical? enough to justify Gromril. Though for political and metaphysical reasons I'd expect the artifact itself is incorporated wholly or used in a manner that doesn't deplete the water/destroy the artifact in any way.
I would lean into the Light's mojo for whatever we make from it. A banner of 'fuck (evil) magic' and is the kind of thing that we might swing two effects from so it'd also be a banner of 'bolstering our forces.'
Edit: Actually Banners and Horns are things we should really put some effort into. I'd personally love a banner with Fire, Burning, and Slowness. Slows your enemy and immolates them the longer they stay near you.
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There is one or two big problems with that banner idea. Fire and Burning are not banner runes.
Maybe, but we can make those army wide Runic banners without the Light. We should use the light with the Runes it syngergizes with most.
"Master Rune of Balance – Designed during the War of Vengeance, the Master Rune of Balance will becalm the Winds of Magic and protect all Dawi under its aegis from their corruptive and harmful effects."
The Light is specifically good at repelling the corruptive effects of dark forces. That's the exact purpose of the Master Rune of Balance. To say that the synergy there is strong is an understatement. We also don't have a Master Rune for Banners and as we have a Master Rune that synergizes so strongly with the Light I think it would be a waste not to do simply because it's not a Banner Rune.
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Yeah, I know, but I wasn't sure how to get the effect I wanted otherwise. And I'm kinda meh on the Rune-Item restricitons.
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And who would use it? The king already has his talisman in his crown. I'm not keen to throw our wife into combat without need. The Runelord isn't going to be fighting save when necessary.
I don't recall anything that said we can't have multiple talismans.
@Warkeymon is there a limit on the Runic items we can carry?
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Crown and Banner are not mutually exclusive. But you couldn't have multiple of either of them on you. E.g. can't have two crowns.
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And crown and talisman?
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Talismans are being worn as amulets so they're not mutually exclusive with a crown either.
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My bad than @UlseDovThur
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Now that we know we have means of communication I'm inclined to make contact with the Wilderland neighbors.
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I should write something clever here but...effort.
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Since we are discussing the subject of reagents for strengthening our runic items;
does anyone here have an idea of the potential synergies the Arkenstone
would have for Dawi rune magic if it was used as a catalyst by our Runelord?
I'm curious about which rune combination would most likely
get the best use out of it if we somehow acquired it.
does anyone here have an idea of the potential synergies the Arkenstone
would have for Dawi rune magic if it was used as a catalyst by our Runelord?
I'm curious about which rune combination would most likely
get the best use out of it if we somehow acquired it.
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I can only imagine Endumir's thoughts when we say no to his second volcano expedition, wander off and come back with a trade deal providing all the sulphur he could possibly want.
Anyway, it's clear what I'm voting for won't win and I'm not that torn up about it. Might as well seal the deal here and now.
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It did not take the Dwarfs long to decide that whoever had it was king. And it is called the "heart of the mountain"
Anyway, it's clear what I'm voting for won't win and I'm not that torn up about it. Might as well seal the deal here and now.
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Maybe Dawi centric ones that specifically draw on the Dawi spirit like Rune of Slowness and Rune of Sactuary.
It did not take the Dwarfs long to decide that whoever had it was king. And it is called the "heart of the mountain"
There is no telling if it is blackpowder or some form of sorcery, but canonically Mordor uses some kind of explosive to breach Gondor's external defenses prior to the siege of Minas Tirith. Assuming that Sauron/Mordor is entirely ignorant is not a safe assumption.
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The, Rammas Echor?
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probably like orcs, sauron has shitty powder, mostly because again the darker side of industry cuts corners and makes hazardous things, and in great bulk. So any defenses we ever construct should at least have gunpowder/black-powder weapons in mind for now on...though suicidal orks making big explosions should be a thing.
has anyone ever accounted for how much blackpowder was needed to really do the damage it did to helms deeping walls? though im wary of it actually working due to the rain getting into the powder...so unless saruman had the uruk-hai cover the lids (which we never saw them do, or even remove said lids in the rain where the powder would get wet), wouldnt that mean that helms deeping wall wouldnt have been breached that way? though it would have bought more time for the soldiers of rohan to hold the line, with the numbers present holding them off for longer would have been possible before the retreat to the keep.
Add in if the movie does happen, that would give the elves more time to fight off the orks...though i wonder why they didnt just sit there and just pepper the orks as they tried to stream into a tiny ass gap? i mean rank and file fire would have done wonders to screw the uruk-hai over.
has anyone ever accounted for how much blackpowder was needed to really do the damage it did to helms deeping walls? though im wary of it actually working due to the rain getting into the powder...so unless saruman had the uruk-hai cover the lids (which we never saw them do, or even remove said lids in the rain where the powder would get wet), wouldnt that mean that helms deeping wall wouldnt have been breached that way? though it would have bought more time for the soldiers of rohan to hold the line, with the numbers present holding them off for longer would have been possible before the retreat to the keep.
Add in if the movie does happen, that would give the elves more time to fight off the orks...though i wonder why they didnt just sit there and just pepper the orks as they tried to stream into a tiny ass gap? i mean rank and file fire would have done wonders to screw the uruk-hai over.
Dreng!
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Potential Future crossover thingie titled 'DRENG' owing to a lotr chat for the Rings of Power trailer debut. Probably missed a few generations but Dawi lifespans are what they are:
The warriors of Minas Tirith rained arrows down upon the Orcs of Mordor ramming their gate. Yet the foul servants of Sauron didn't flinch from what was their duty, more than that, it was their purpose from the days when Melkor Himself walked the World.
To see the works of the 'Good' brought to utter ruin.
Yet the Men of Gondor were long descended from the Tall Men of the West and would not go easily.
And so the frustration mounted in Gothmog. He was so close.
"What are you doing, you useless scum," he hurled at his lessers.
One of his more useful subordinates came up to him.
"The door won't give. It's too strong."
Yes, thank you for the obvious, Gothmog thought viciously.
"Get back there and smash it down!"
"But nothing can breach it!" the lesser one countered.
Oh, yes, something could.
A whisper of a name, reverent, in his mind. What passed for a smile came across his face.
"Grond will breach it."
Gothmog turned back to another subordinate.
"Bring up the Wolf's Head."
XxXxX
"Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay. Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old. Great beasts drew it, orcs surrounded it, and behind walked mountain-trolls to wield it."
"Grond!" the orcs howled.
"Grond!" the trolls bellowed.
"GROND!" the army roared.
"GROND!"
Gothmog's elation, the warm zeal in his chest blossomed. The Hammer of their Black God brought to the world once again, carved in the likeness of His Wolf.
Yet.
"GROND!"
"DRENG!"
And yet.
Something was wrong.
"GROND!"
"DRENG!"
His army was full of cruel and stupid simpletons, but even they could carry a beat. A large portion somewhere was chanting on the off beat.
It was near maddening.
"GROND!"
"DRENG!"
That was when Gothmog heard the horrid horns and knew what was being chanted.
"GROND!"
"DRENG!"
The not dwarves. The so-called Dawi whose crafts came closest to the Master's.
"DRENG!"
"GROND!"
Gothmog began screaming orders. Where had his scouts been that he was blindsided by the Dawi Throng? Slain by their rangers, no doubt, while his scouts were too assured of their victory today.
"DRENG!"
"Grond!"
If Grond could just strike the gate, the day would belong to the Lidless Eye! Blast the Dawi for pushing into their lines, driving to the gate! They would interrupt the ramming!
"Grond!" *Boom*
"DRENG!"
Orange crested mad-dawi burst into the lines in an almost haphazard way, but Gothmog could see Warg tactics. Black smoke erupted from cannons and thundersticks, cutting deep into orc ranks. Mithril and Stone-metal clad Dawi crushed their way to the Wolf's Head with mighty swings of their hammers.
"Grond!" *Boom*
"DRENG!"
Then the foul magic-not-magic of the Dawi lashed out, and it was all Gothmog could do to not scream at the blasphemy as the holy magics of destruction were leeched out of the mighty ram.
Grond was no more.
"DRENG!"
And a mighty swing of an axe later, neither was Gothmog.
XxXxX
Queen Snerra, Daughter of Gotrik, Son of Snorri, Son of Karstah, Daughter of Gatrim of Clan Greatmantle sneered at the particularly ugly Urk head that rolled at her feet.
Did the Dumi try to make things that ugly or was it just happenstance?
The warriors of Minas Tirith rained arrows down upon the Orcs of Mordor ramming their gate. Yet the foul servants of Sauron didn't flinch from what was their duty, more than that, it was their purpose from the days when Melkor Himself walked the World.
To see the works of the 'Good' brought to utter ruin.
Yet the Men of Gondor were long descended from the Tall Men of the West and would not go easily.
And so the frustration mounted in Gothmog. He was so close.
"What are you doing, you useless scum," he hurled at his lessers.
One of his more useful subordinates came up to him.
"The door won't give. It's too strong."
Yes, thank you for the obvious, Gothmog thought viciously.
"Get back there and smash it down!"
"But nothing can breach it!" the lesser one countered.
Oh, yes, something could.
A whisper of a name, reverent, in his mind. What passed for a smile came across his face.
"Grond will breach it."
Gothmog turned back to another subordinate.
"Bring up the Wolf's Head."
XxXxX
"Great engines crawled across the field; and in the midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of Mordor, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it spells of ruin lay. Grond they named it, in memory of the Hammer of the Underworld of old. Great beasts drew it, orcs surrounded it, and behind walked mountain-trolls to wield it."
"Grond!" the orcs howled.
"Grond!" the trolls bellowed.
"GROND!" the army roared.
"GROND!"
Gothmog's elation, the warm zeal in his chest blossomed. The Hammer of their Black God brought to the world once again, carved in the likeness of His Wolf.
Yet.
"GROND!"
"DRENG!"
And yet.
Something was wrong.
"GROND!"
"DRENG!"
His army was full of cruel and stupid simpletons, but even they could carry a beat. A large portion somewhere was chanting on the off beat.
It was near maddening.
"GROND!"
"DRENG!"
That was when Gothmog heard the horrid horns and knew what was being chanted.
"GROND!"
"DRENG!"
The not dwarves. The so-called Dawi whose crafts came closest to the Master's.
"DRENG!"
"GROND!"
Gothmog began screaming orders. Where had his scouts been that he was blindsided by the Dawi Throng? Slain by their rangers, no doubt, while his scouts were too assured of their victory today.
"DRENG!"
"Grond!"
If Grond could just strike the gate, the day would belong to the Lidless Eye! Blast the Dawi for pushing into their lines, driving to the gate! They would interrupt the ramming!
"Grond!" *Boom*
"DRENG!"
Orange crested mad-dawi burst into the lines in an almost haphazard way, but Gothmog could see Warg tactics. Black smoke erupted from cannons and thundersticks, cutting deep into orc ranks. Mithril and Stone-metal clad Dawi crushed their way to the Wolf's Head with mighty swings of their hammers.
"Grond!" *Boom*
"DRENG!"
Then the foul magic-not-magic of the Dawi lashed out, and it was all Gothmog could do to not scream at the blasphemy as the holy magics of destruction were leeched out of the mighty ram.
Grond was no more.
"DRENG!"
And a mighty swing of an axe later, neither was Gothmog.
XxXxX
Queen Snerra, Daughter of Gotrik, Son of Snorri, Son of Karstah, Daughter of Gatrim of Clan Greatmantle sneered at the particularly ugly Urk head that rolled at her feet.
Did the Dumi try to make things that ugly or was it just happenstance?
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Nice omake do not forget to @ the Gm
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Okay thats bloody hilarious, we need more of these little snippits!!! The idea of a pissed off Dwarven throng just deciding that a horde of Urki need to all die horrible, horrible, horrible deaths is too much! add in the riders of Rohan having seemingly arrow immunity and being smart enough to not charge the super calvery (having developed outriders that are swift and agile enough to throw barbed dwali given explosives at the elephants feet), that would save allot of lives for the final battle at the gates of mordor.
given the dwali will probably bring EVERYTHING to bear upon sauron to help "distract" him, shattering the towers of the teeth and battering down the black gate and filling the valley with a mountain of urki corpses?
Add in the eventual defeat of sauron and the reclamation of middle earth against the darkness as the Dwali swear to tear apart all the works of evil into dust and grind them to oblivion.
and then the dwali proceed to unleash total hell upon every damn urki nest and dumi nesting grounds.
given the dwali will probably bring EVERYTHING to bear upon sauron to help "distract" him, shattering the towers of the teeth and battering down the black gate and filling the valley with a mountain of urki corpses?
Add in the eventual defeat of sauron and the reclamation of middle earth against the darkness as the Dwali swear to tear apart all the works of evil into dust and grind them to oblivion.
and then the dwali proceed to unleash total hell upon every damn urki nest and dumi nesting grounds.
Indeed.
The bells of day had scarcely rung out again, a mockery in the unlightened dark, when far away he saw fires spring up, across in the dim spaces where the walls of the Pelennor stood. The watchmen cried aloud, and all men in the City stood to arms. Now ever and anon there was a red flash, and slowly through the heavy air dull rumbles could be heard.
'They have taken the wall!' men cried. 'They are blasting breaches in it. They are coming!'