Sauron Defeated and Other Bits of News
Middle-earth: Well, my friends, I'm happy to report that Middle-earth (at least as far as is represented by Governor Dodge State Park) is safe from Sauron and the forces of darkness for another month. As will probably be reported on ringgame.net, the forces of good were victorious at Second Age Game. In the process of playing Isildur, a lot fo really cool stuff happened to me. First off, at the campout, Jack pulled me aside and told me that because I was one of only three people to show up to Operation Valar, I got to have a new token during the game. So, had the Last Alliance of Elves and Men token which added points to my total for every Elf that was in the battle with me. It was pretty sweet. In the course of the game, I also carried around the White Tree token (which eventually got used on Barad-dur!) and the Narsil token (which eventually got handed to Anarion who used it to grab the One Ring). Everything ended up coming down to the last battle, though, where Good Team along with some help from the Dwarves kicked evil butt to win the day (that was where I used my special super-secret token). It was, quite possibly, the best game I've played, Second Age or Ring Game. And that's even counting the fact that it rained most of the day, too! At some point, I'll get my pictures up. To continue the march, though, Ring Game picks are thins Sunday evening. Don't really have any idea what I'm going to go for, so I guess we'll see.
Earth: Still in search of a new job. Don't really know what I'm going for, beyond something that will give me health insurance and vacation time. There is a company out in Middleton that manufactures particle accellerators (yeah! Middleton! Believe it or not) that I'm thinking might send a resumé off to. Problem is, I have no idea what I'd be qualified to do there! But, really, what can it hurt, I guess. Of course, all of that requires getting a resumé together to send.
Work: The latin dance club upstairs is apparently having some big concert tonight. There's a guy doing a sound check right now and he sounds really stupid... He's been doing a check on the vowel "ee" for about twenty minutes now.
Faerûn: So, Hadoriel and the Company went through their portal to Impiltur... and promptly ended up in an underground dungeon. Hadoriel would really like to know why portals always have to lead to underground dungeons. Why can't they ever lead to a day-spa or something?
Lathuria: Things are in motion very nicely indeed. I've let it out of the bag that something rather major is going to happen five years down the line, Lathuria time, so the Fellowship knows that something is being prepared for. The book is being carried around in Elara's Bag O' Schtick, but that most certainly will not help them, considering that they've made no secret of the fact that they have it. Currently, the Angels, Elves, Demons, and the Order of the Lamp all know they have it. Only one group remains to find out. Heh heh... let the race begin! The group isn't going to meet until November, though, which will give me plenty of time to plot.
Jararvellir/Northshield: Me and the other two little maids and fools (read Alienor and Tamar) are planning to go down to Janesville on Saturday for Day of Arbeau. It's a dance event and it sounds like a lot of fun. According to the Northshield website, Their Majesties will be there as well, which is pretty cool. After that, us girls are coming back home to have a Scarlet Pimpernel marathon. Going to be fun times this weekend.
The Bakery: I promised I would talk about cookies, so here's the spot. Cookies are tasty, aren't they? I'm especially fond of chocolate with peanut butter chips. Mmmm...
Ducere, all!
Earth: Still in search of a new job. Don't really know what I'm going for, beyond something that will give me health insurance and vacation time. There is a company out in Middleton that manufactures particle accellerators (yeah! Middleton! Believe it or not) that I'm thinking might send a resumé off to. Problem is, I have no idea what I'd be qualified to do there! But, really, what can it hurt, I guess. Of course, all of that requires getting a resumé together to send.
Work: The latin dance club upstairs is apparently having some big concert tonight. There's a guy doing a sound check right now and he sounds really stupid... He's been doing a check on the vowel "ee" for about twenty minutes now.
Faerûn: So, Hadoriel and the Company went through their portal to Impiltur... and promptly ended up in an underground dungeon. Hadoriel would really like to know why portals always have to lead to underground dungeons. Why can't they ever lead to a day-spa or something?
Lathuria: Things are in motion very nicely indeed. I've let it out of the bag that something rather major is going to happen five years down the line, Lathuria time, so the Fellowship knows that something is being prepared for. The book is being carried around in Elara's Bag O' Schtick, but that most certainly will not help them, considering that they've made no secret of the fact that they have it. Currently, the Angels, Elves, Demons, and the Order of the Lamp all know they have it. Only one group remains to find out. Heh heh... let the race begin! The group isn't going to meet until November, though, which will give me plenty of time to plot.
Jararvellir/Northshield: Me and the other two little maids and fools (read Alienor and Tamar) are planning to go down to Janesville on Saturday for Day of Arbeau. It's a dance event and it sounds like a lot of fun. According to the Northshield website, Their Majesties will be there as well, which is pretty cool. After that, us girls are coming back home to have a Scarlet Pimpernel marathon. Going to be fun times this weekend.
The Bakery: I promised I would talk about cookies, so here's the spot. Cookies are tasty, aren't they? I'm especially fond of chocolate with peanut butter chips. Mmmm...
Ducere, all!