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by Ryuai on Jul 15, 2020 at 05:57 PM
When I found this kin three weeks into the coronavirus shelter-in-place, I had no idea what it would be like or who I'd meet. I figured being in a casual kin meant they'd keep me for longer than that hardcore raid party in which I could never find a friendly face, or that shortlived kinship on Gladden I eventually left out of boredom (then deleted my character. RIP Ryuai Prime).
You can probably imagine my surprise when I mailed Kuzo a timid and very, VERY politely worded letter on joining the Forsaken Lonelanders and was accepted with real respect into the young but fast expanding kin. As soon as I got the Discord server I leapt into the voicechat and soon met a whole horde of people across the world, including my questing fellows Eoyon and Gil.
Initially during quarantine there were a lot of kin Founders on, but as the world opened up again people started to leave and the OG crowd dwindled away or in some cases left entirely. Some of them in my short time talking to them, however, have left some real impact. Breg has taught me to fall from cliffs if possible. Prip inspired me to smoke more pipeweed. Gil, who still comes around sometimes, has either a very refined taste for the drinks of Middle-Earth, or none at all, but regardless, being completely smashed while battling is not always a bad thing.
Many more come and go as time passes in the real world and ingame, and some have fallen to darker acts, but I have faith in the fact that the kinship's ideals of respect and trust will endure for as long as the game has served the community, and beyond.
You know, I'm not entirely sure where I was going with all that but maybe I got it now.
Thank you all for being amazing and making life better in a difficult time.
by Wotul on May 05, 2020 at 11:39 AM
See the running of the Hobbit,
sprinting with his tiny legs,
he finds it hard to see afar,
for his short stature makes it hard.

What is that shining in the inn?
Shining like a star.
It is but a tiny ring,
admired as it sits upon anything.

Its gold attributed to yellow paint,
it needs no scribbles, as its fake.
Yet it still brings together lying elves,
tipsy dwarves, and many orcs.

The orcs like to chase the ring,
fake or real it still has bling.
The Hobbit shudders at the bridge,
as all the orcs stare at him.

Yet run towards it he still does,
protected by his loyal guards.
Blades clashed loud and far,
as the orcs fell like shooting stars.

Jill Baggyns thought they would of won,
however his heart said something else.
As an orc grabbed his foot,
it said he should of stayed in bed.
by Ryuai on Apr 29, 2020 at 01:24 PM
Ever since the ranger Maerchiniath showed me the secret paths to get to Gath Forthnír, I have flown back to Imladris and Bree-town for various tasks that called me. After a leisurely Orc-hunt party with some kinmen and a fellow Elf in the north Bree-fields, I headed back to Angmar to trek and fight my way across Rhunendin, the passageway to Carn Dûm, where the Angmarim gather in droves and Gertheryg guard the Gate of Shadows.
I carved and shot my way minimally to reach the gate, utilizing what Hope tokens I had in my bag, when I finally reached the entrance and encountered my second Cargûl, the first one merely a glimpse behind cowering Iron Crown-men. It was surprisingly a simple task to bring down, though not without some difficulty. After its demise at my arrowtips, I opened the gate and slipped inside, and am now hiding in the shadows beyond to recover strength. I hope my armor will not fail before I reach Tármunn Súrsa.
by Ryuai on Apr 27, 2020 at 01:32 AM
The sun, never visible in the northern reaches of Himbar, shined for a brief moment on the shore of the pool of acid water that lay below Gath Forthnir. I took heart in this event and pressed onward to slay the messengers of Goblin-town, the Angmarim and the Dourhand dwarf-brigands. Gilithirros, my mentor in the melee arts, greatly made the process easier. In an earlier moment he went through Gorothog Flayers before the gate of Carn Dum like a flame to dry kindling, aiding myself and Lorniel, the interim leader of Gath Forthnir. While not taking part in the actual fights with the sinister messengers, he did thin the forces of the Enemy considerably. My guess for his lack of aid in the main duels was another way of teaching me more skills for future battles.
I could not express my thanks to him for this when he was overwhelmed by the Watcher-stones, evil forces of fear that conquer the unprepared in no time at all. Sometimes I still hear his voice as I drown my sorrow in Isenwine at the Prancing Pony, telling me to stop moping and that he's fine, for the last time.
by Ryuai on Apr 25, 2020 at 02:26 PM
The last sword stolen from an ancient king remains elusive. I must search the outskirts of the Uruk encampment but it's a daunting task. Nethraw is waiting at Krúslë Lannan, the old armoury of Arnor, but I must find the last sword before I go back.
I have met with the rangers of Gath Forthnír and finally met with the ranger's daughter Lorniel, who has a future in the career herself. She has directed me to Elrond but I have obligations in Himbar before I depart. The merrevail travel more openly here, along with Bogbereth's spawn of monstrous spiders and the usual Angmarim cult.
by Ryuai on Apr 20, 2020 at 01:06 PM
As I rode my elk through the tunnel that opened from the North Downs into Angmar, the earth turned red and the sky ashy gray. The first folk I met were the Jorthkyn, the Earth-kin of old times who wished peace in a time of great upheaval. They spoke to me and encouraged me to hunt the natural and unnatural enemies that had taken up residence to their southeast in the Ram Duath passes. The diggers and spiders were old news, as were the orcs, but the unnerving screams of the merrevail would haunt me awhile.
Eventually my original quest for Aragorn led me to Aughaire, home of the Trév Gállorg, the last tribe of Hillmen who were not under the Enemy's hand. I was assigned a Fém, a challenge of loyalty and strength, by Chief Crannog, which ended in dueling Avair of the Trév Duvárdain, a female warrior of reputable strength but despicable character.
I now travel the outer reaches of Malenhad and Gorothlad, both full of corruption to be purged by a certain hunter.
by Kuzo on Apr 10, 2020 at 10:43 AM
Last night I took my character Kuzo to level 60! He had done runs in Moria with a Lev. 130 and so had all the Elfstones to trade in Caras Galadrin for a Lothlorien Lev. 60 armor set! Now he needs some better Lis!
by Kuzo on Apr 09, 2020 at 01:27 PM
This week we began doing some group runs as a kin! No more Pugging groups! It was so much fun to begin doing the Moria runs together! I am excited for our kinship and the future things we have planned! LOTRO also has much planned and we will all be there as The Forsaken Lonelanders!!