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Odhran was the first to follow Baldric into the pit ahead. "Could be worse." He commented as he made his way down, trying his best to mentally prepare himself for what was ahead.

Odhran kept quiet the entire time, relying on his companions to ask the important questions. He doubted the infiltration would go as plan, but kept his doubts to himself.

So, the school board in the county I go to school at made changes to the history curriculum taught in schools. Basically, anything that would somehow paint the US in a bad light would be censored from history classes. This would mean that things like Martin Luther King and the Civil Rights movement ...

I recently cleaned up my desktop.

Odhran held the Jarvah's head up high for all to see, facing the crowds around him. "You have seen what shall happen to those who cross me! Your leader has fallen to my hands, and my hands only! Leave. Leave this place and let your leader's body rot!" The Dunaan thundered to those around him. As he ...

Odhran approached the Jarvah's back, and held his sword to the opponent's neck. The Dunaan quickly began to saw back and forth, intent on severing the Jarvah's head.

Seeing an opportunity to strike, Odhran immediately charged the Jarvah, aiming at his legs. He hoped that the blow would send him sprawling to the ground.

Yep. We were waiting for the paramedics to get to where we were at, so someone decided it was a good time to take one.

Here's a few from a hike up a ridge I live near back in May.


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About 2 weeks after I did this hike me and some friends decided to do ...

Odhran reeled back in pain, but, seeing an opportunity to wound the Jarvah further, tried his best to ignore it. He immediately swung his sword at the Jarvah, hoping to land a hit on him.

Odhran tried his best to dodge to his right, attempting to hit the Jarvah with a blow to the head after he had done so. Unlike the opponent, Odhran was silent as a ghost the entire time, focusing on dodging the attacks.

Would I be able to get my name on the list? Any order is fine with me.

Odhran grimaced from the pain, but quickly began to back away as the Jarvah advanced on him. The Dunaan had noted the Jarvah's slower pace, and was ready to dodge any more incoming attacks, hoping it would be easier than before.

Apulia definitely gets my vote for the starting location. Seems like there's lots of options that would make for an interesting game.

Seeing an opening, Odhran swung his sword at the Jarvah's legs, hoping his attack would at the least slow the Jarvah down.

Odhran saw the axe swing coming, and tried his best to roll away from it, hoping he could get up in time so he could get behind the Jarvah.

Brittany sounds like it'd make for a fun game.


What about one of the kings in Spain? The king of Galicia or Castille would be pretty interesting, with all the holy wars and such. (Same date as William the Conqueror)

I'd totally be down for a succession game! Sounds like a great idea.

"Aye, ready to kill myself a Jarvah." The Dunaan shot back. He moved into a defensive stance, in preparation to dodge the Jarvah's attacks, taking note of his heavy armor. He hoped that he would be quicker than his opponent, ready to wear him out when he swung.

Odhran drew his sword, and turned to face the mercenaries. "If you're so tough Jarvah, why don't you fight without your pets?" He taunted, hoping he could have a fair fight. He hoped that if he could defeat the leader, the rest would leave him alone.

Odhran smiled to himself, feeling triumphant. He knelt down next to the injured Leoth. "Are you okay, friend? Your fall looked rather painful." He said, his voice thick with malice, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

I thought Tolkien's son edited some of his writings then published them?

As soon as Black Axe was done speaking, Odhran got closer to him, before using all his strength to push the Leoth off the barrel, hoping he would fall on the rock and injure himself.

"Oh? And who are you to say who leaves and goes?" Odhran asked, with a hint of mockery in his voice. He slowly took a few steps forward, preparing to push the Leoth off if any violence was to ensue.