The four Dwarf kindreds of Frosthammers, Barukh Khazad, Mithril Guard and the Longbeards call upon all other dwarves to come join us in the third of the series of "Dwarf Marches."
This RP event will be held this coming Saturday, May 1, at 10 pm US Eastern Standard Time, starting at the Dwarf Statue in the Stone Quarter of Bree.
The Dwarf Marches are a way for the Dwarves to show their numbers and power! These marches are being held as part of the RP lead-up to the Axes of the Dwarves event. For more info on the event, see:
All dwarves are encouraged to come and participate! Non-dwarves are also welcome to come and be supportive, but we ask that only dwarves join the march line itself.
Dwarves should come to Dwarf Statue in the Stone Quarter of Bree. There we will form a single-line and then march (walk-speed, one dwarf auto-follow behind the next). Hurok, Thane-Herald of the Frosthammer Clan, will lead us around town in a loop, including a loop through the Prancing Pony. During the walk we will remain in-character shouting battle cries and stopping on command at intervals to /roar. We will conclude at the Dwarf Statue. The whole event should take 1/2 hour.
NOTE: in prior marches we had lengthier ending speeches at the rally - this time, since its our third march, we will end with short remarks only.
We hope you can attend! Our first two marches on April 9 and April 24 were great successes.
If you cannot make this Dwarf March, never fear we will have three more marches, once per week, at this same time (Saturday 10 pm EST). This march and the next will start in Bree (Dwarf Statue) but the last two we will hold in Moria.
Aule be praised! The Maker is with us! BARUKH KHAZAD!
Gobblemoss - Rank 11 Weaver
Servant of the Lord of the Rings
Shadowclan Tribe, Landroval
I remember the last march. My kin was all set to find some targets to mug, and we step out of our hidey hole and see about 20-30 dwarves. We decided to go back and drink ale instead.
Hmm 10 pm EST, that's like 4 am for me. BUT! Since I have to wait for the latest Doctor Who episode and won't be able to sleep until I have seen it... and won't be able to sleep after it, because I...
HATE THE WEEPING ANGELS CAUSE THEY ARE CREEPY ... I will be there.
Thanks again to all who attended! We had almost a full raid of dwarves. Thanks as well to all the supporters who showed up, man, elf and hobbit!
We march again next week, Saturday, May 8, 10 pm EST, meeting in same spot - by Dwarf Statue, Stone Quarter, Bree.
Only three more marches until the event starts!
For those of you leveling dwarves to fight with us in Ettenmoors, now is the time to make that big push to 65!
Also, special thanks to Lord Garinori of the Longbeards kinship for reading the beautiful Tolkien poem on Durin at our post-march rally. For those who want to hear it again, here it is:
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DURIN
The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone,
When Durin woke and walked along.
He named the nameless hills and delles;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stopped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away.
The world was fair in Durin's Day.
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shown for ever fair and bright.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountain music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dum.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep.
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
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