The Dawi in Arda (Hiatus)
- Thread starter Warkeymon
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- USA
Beer and fruit don't go together, and anyone who tells you otherwise is wrong.
Now mead and cider on the other hand...
Now mead and cider on the other hand...
Armala Bronzeplait can smell the taint of cramberry in the vat, but she just smirks and shakes her head. It's one of the 'off-vats' of lower quality brew, one that's just steaming off alcohol before it's mixed with oats and sent down as a treat for the horses.
She'll handle the scolding later, of course. Can't have apprentices lying.
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A thought, are the Shadow of Mordor games considered canon for this quest?
Obviously the events of the game havent happened yet, but would they if we did nothing to affect the region?
Obviously the events of the game havent happened yet, but would they if we did nothing to affect the region?
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Putting aside the difficulties in incorporating such:
Minas Ithil has fallen, and that takes place during Shadow of War, so the events of the game (Shadow of Mordor) have in fact happened.
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Huh, thought it was a lot closer to the books than that...
Spylobster
Centrist-Malenyevist
The Tolkien Gateway wiki says Shadow of Mordor is set shortly after The Battle of the Five Armies.
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Well bully for the wiki.
Minas Ithil falls in Shadow of War, which is explicitly a sequel to Shadow of Mordor. Sorry.
Wikis are still wikis, even good ones like the Gateway.
If that is the case though it's just another sign of how, despite being a devilishly fun game, it's not canon accurate.
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There's a lot of things in the games that isn't canon, from the Orks breeding like they do in the movies via pits and cloning which wasn't a thing in the books to the entwife being a full on transforming nature goddess on par with a balrog. The games are fun for what they are, but canon compliant they aren't even close.
Didn't Minas Ithil fall twice tho? Once in the 2nd age, once in the third.
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Yes but that doesn't really change anything. It's the Third Age now, as were the games.
Do we know the precise/imprecise year?
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C. 2000. Scatha was recently killed, the Arkenstone recently/soon to be found, and Minas Ithil has fallen.
Thank ye Thank ye!
Spylobster
Centrist-Malenyevist
Scatha died in Turn 12, so I think it's about 2006 T.A. currently.
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Speaking of brewing, is all Bugman's left after he goes on his vengeance mission leftovers slowly being drained to nothing or are others brewing from the old recipe?
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- Utrecht
That's going in the book.
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- United States
This is a beautiful and well written story.
Unfortunately, OP's dice mechanics are pretty weak and folks have made quite of few dumb plans and then do it again..... like when will you learn that sending Dawi into the wild without protection = dead Dawi?
Nat 100's complete objectives (which are completed usually in 1 round anyways...soooo pretty useless), while nat 1's have significant consequences.
Hopefully the runelord gets an apprentice before they get off'd from age or a nat 1.
Unfortunately, OP's dice mechanics are pretty weak and folks have made quite of few dumb plans and then do it again..... like when will you learn that sending Dawi into the wild without protection = dead Dawi?
Nat 100's complete objectives (which are completed usually in 1 round anyways...soooo pretty useless), while nat 1's have significant consequences.
Hopefully the runelord gets an apprentice before they get off'd from age or a nat 1.
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Nat 100s give benefits on completion, they don't auto complete. E.g. the rune of Gazul is a result of the nat 100 on the tombs.
For the plans what are the exact issues you're pointing to? We sent out dwarves into the wilderness without protection once and have in fact avoided doing that again.
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In hindsight that means the embedding of the Silmaril to Earendil's brow/helm meant his literally diamond helm was shining bright.
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- Warkeymon
You've got plenty of time. I'm still at work so there's a few hours before I even start working again on the update.
Lessons for a King
Lessons For a King
Gatrim watched in disapproval as young King Gisilhari latest attempt at strategy fell apart before his eyes. He knew from the beginning the lads gambit would fail, the young king had envisioned a clever strategy in his head and now was reaping the consequences as reality failed to conform to his carefully laid plans.
He easily dissected every mistake the young king made and grumbled when Gisilhari failed to once again heed his elders council.
The plan was over-complicated relying on a series of maneuvers that would fail if not properly timed and executed, they lacked flexibility which left his formations vulnerable if things did not go to plan, and he failed to account for external factors such as the problems rocky terrain would cause to his horses.
Worse of all Gisilhari failed to heed the council of those with greater age and experience than him and failed to properly delegate tasks to his subordinates. This often caused him to become frustrated when his carefully laid out plans did not work as intended. Gatrim saw many flaws in the young lad, but it was also a stain on his abilities as a teacher that he failed to properly impart the lessons he intended on the young king.
So when he spotted the young lad sitting alone after his latest failure sniffling into his arm, he decided to go for a more delicate touch.
The lad was still so young, still a child even by the standard of his own people, but Umgi lived such short lives, they had to learn fast to achieve anything of note, he was determined to train him well.
He placed his hand over the young kings shoulder startling the boy, who looked up at him with a face streaked with tears. The lads face was red and puffy, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he tried to hide his crying from him.
Patting his shoulder in a comforting gesture he urged the boy to stand up.
"Come with me lad, no point sitting out hear lamenting your mistakes, lets talk about what you have learnt today"
The child rubbed his eyes and nodded mutely, following close behind him as he guided the boy through the holds vast halls and decorated tunnels until they were standing in front of his private study.
Opening the door he gestured for the confused child to sit on a small stone chair across the hall while he retrieved a finely crafted game board from a nearby stone shelf.
Soon they where sitting across from each other with a low lying table between them. On the table was a game board with a 15x15 grid of squares, with 48 Dwarf and 12 Elf figures. The Asur where concentrated in the central fortress, while the dawi where arrayed around it.
"This is called Alvatafl It is game of strategic warfare popular among the Dawi, and a reminder of broken oaths and ancient grudges. But before we play, can you explain to me what went wrong? do you know why your strategy did not work?"
The boys face contorted into a distressed grimace, but he managed to explain all the things that went wrong during the training exercise without too much embellishment. Gatrim did non interrupt, letting Gisilhari explain to the best of his abilities to see what he had learnt so far.
Soon the boy wound up his tale and Gatrim signed. "You explained what went wrong and how it went wrong but you did not explain why it went wrong, which is what I hoped you would understand"
Before the boy became too distressed Gatrim tapped the board. "let me explain how to play this game, take your mind off the training for now"
After a thorough explanation of the rules and the basic movements of each game piece, both settled into a game, Gatrim played as the Dwarfs while Gisilhari played as the Elves.
The boy tried his best, used all his cunning to try and outmaneuver him with his fast moving forces, but for each attempt he was rebuffed and soon his army was crushed as Gatrim systematically isolated and pinned down each attack. It was not a poor showing, the boy had a mind for tactics, but he was constantly overthinking, he often got set on a specific strategy leaving him open to mistakes on an evolving battlefield.
After a couple of games, they switches sides. Now Gatrim played as the Elves while Gisilhari played as the Dwarfs, the young king looked a little more confident as he had the numerical advantage. But Gatrim quickly dismantled his unfounded confidence, easily picking apart his defensive formations with his fast moving pieces, ran circles around the young kings slower forces.
Thoroughly disappointed in himself and with his confidence crushed, Gisilhari looked down at his feet, trying to hide his watering eyes.
"Look at me Gisilhari, I did not beat you to prove I am better, this is a lesson, why did I win and why did you lose" He said hoping the boy could keep his emotions in check.
"Because your older and better than me" the boy hiccuped out.
Gatrim stroked his beard "Partially correct, one should always listen to his elders, long life brings wisdom that can help you rule well if you choose to heed their advice. But the truth goes deeper than that young Gisilhari, every gambit I used against you I learnt from a greater master. Through my youth a played against countless opponents, from each I learnt new strategies. Now I have used those same strategies against you to gain victory, my victory is a legacy from better older Dawi who still advise me to this day."
Gatrim leaned forward "So tell me Gisilhari, why did you not heed the advice of your Huscarls, who each have fought longer on a saddle than you have been alive? they could have told you about the terrain, adapted your plan to better deal with a changing battlefield"
He leaned back to give the boy some breathing room "think on this, you are surrounded by elders willing to advise you, by war veterans with a lifetime of experience. Trust in your people, trust that they can perform their duties and let them contribute to your plans. No king can rule alone, a king needs to know when to delegate and accept help from those more wise than themselves."
"you did well for a beginner" Gatrim says gesturing at the board "I would like to see how you improve in the future."
Notes: Right all done, hope its ok.
Gatrim watched in disapproval as young King Gisilhari latest attempt at strategy fell apart before his eyes. He knew from the beginning the lads gambit would fail, the young king had envisioned a clever strategy in his head and now was reaping the consequences as reality failed to conform to his carefully laid plans.
He easily dissected every mistake the young king made and grumbled when Gisilhari failed to once again heed his elders council.
The plan was over-complicated relying on a series of maneuvers that would fail if not properly timed and executed, they lacked flexibility which left his formations vulnerable if things did not go to plan, and he failed to account for external factors such as the problems rocky terrain would cause to his horses.
Worse of all Gisilhari failed to heed the council of those with greater age and experience than him and failed to properly delegate tasks to his subordinates. This often caused him to become frustrated when his carefully laid out plans did not work as intended. Gatrim saw many flaws in the young lad, but it was also a stain on his abilities as a teacher that he failed to properly impart the lessons he intended on the young king.
So when he spotted the young lad sitting alone after his latest failure sniffling into his arm, he decided to go for a more delicate touch.
The lad was still so young, still a child even by the standard of his own people, but Umgi lived such short lives, they had to learn fast to achieve anything of note, he was determined to train him well.
He placed his hand over the young kings shoulder startling the boy, who looked up at him with a face streaked with tears. The lads face was red and puffy, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he tried to hide his crying from him.
Patting his shoulder in a comforting gesture he urged the boy to stand up.
"Come with me lad, no point sitting out hear lamenting your mistakes, lets talk about what you have learnt today"
The child rubbed his eyes and nodded mutely, following close behind him as he guided the boy through the holds vast halls and decorated tunnels until they were standing in front of his private study.
Opening the door he gestured for the confused child to sit on a small stone chair across the hall while he retrieved a finely crafted game board from a nearby stone shelf.
Soon they where sitting across from each other with a low lying table between them. On the table was a game board with a 15x15 grid of squares, with 48 Dwarf and 12 Elf figures. The Asur where concentrated in the central fortress, while the dawi where arrayed around it.
"This is called Alvatafl It is game of strategic warfare popular among the Dawi, and a reminder of broken oaths and ancient grudges. But before we play, can you explain to me what went wrong? do you know why your strategy did not work?"
The boys face contorted into a distressed grimace, but he managed to explain all the things that went wrong during the training exercise without too much embellishment. Gatrim did non interrupt, letting Gisilhari explain to the best of his abilities to see what he had learnt so far.
Soon the boy wound up his tale and Gatrim signed. "You explained what went wrong and how it went wrong but you did not explain why it went wrong, which is what I hoped you would understand"
Before the boy became too distressed Gatrim tapped the board. "let me explain how to play this game, take your mind off the training for now"
After a thorough explanation of the rules and the basic movements of each game piece, both settled into a game, Gatrim played as the Dwarfs while Gisilhari played as the Elves.
The boy tried his best, used all his cunning to try and outmaneuver him with his fast moving forces, but for each attempt he was rebuffed and soon his army was crushed as Gatrim systematically isolated and pinned down each attack. It was not a poor showing, the boy had a mind for tactics, but he was constantly overthinking, he often got set on a specific strategy leaving him open to mistakes on an evolving battlefield.
After a couple of games, they switches sides. Now Gatrim played as the Elves while Gisilhari played as the Dwarfs, the young king looked a little more confident as he had the numerical advantage. But Gatrim quickly dismantled his unfounded confidence, easily picking apart his defensive formations with his fast moving pieces, ran circles around the young kings slower forces.
Thoroughly disappointed in himself and with his confidence crushed, Gisilhari looked down at his feet, trying to hide his watering eyes.
"Look at me Gisilhari, I did not beat you to prove I am better, this is a lesson, why did I win and why did you lose" He said hoping the boy could keep his emotions in check.
"Because your older and better than me" the boy hiccuped out.
Gatrim stroked his beard "Partially correct, one should always listen to his elders, long life brings wisdom that can help you rule well if you choose to heed their advice. But the truth goes deeper than that young Gisilhari, every gambit I used against you I learnt from a greater master. Through my youth a played against countless opponents, from each I learnt new strategies. Now I have used those same strategies against you to gain victory, my victory is a legacy from better older Dawi who still advise me to this day."
Gatrim leaned forward "So tell me Gisilhari, why did you not heed the advice of your Huscarls, who each have fought longer on a saddle than you have been alive? they could have told you about the terrain, adapted your plan to better deal with a changing battlefield"
He leaned back to give the boy some breathing room "think on this, you are surrounded by elders willing to advise you, by war veterans with a lifetime of experience. Trust in your people, trust that they can perform their duties and let them contribute to your plans. No king can rule alone, a king needs to know when to delegate and accept help from those more wise than themselves."
"you did well for a beginner" Gatrim says gesturing at the board "I would like to see how you improve in the future."
Notes: Right all done, hope its ok.
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- yorkshire
is sidestory for cannon omakes