Supergirl - Thane of the Eastemnet

I once said that I really needed a Who’s Who guide to Thanes and Reeves of Rohan. I got my chance when the Witan was called to convene on the matter of what to do about the enemies that threatened our land. What is a Witan? Good question… I had the same question of Edgal when he was telling me about the meeting. “The Witan is an ancient rite, a meeting among the leadership of the plains.”

Here is a pretty good Who’s Who of Rohan. Not everyone is there; notably the king and a few others were not in attendance. But, here we see…

• Harding          Reeve of the Wold, Aldor of the Eastemnet
• Fastred           Reeve of the Sutcrofts
• Athelward      Reeve of the Norcrofts
• Ingbert            Reeve of the Entwash Vale
• Radwig          Thane of Floodwend
• Beortnoth      Thane of Thornhope
• Elfmar            Thane of Faldham
• Mildrith           Thane of Elthengels
• Winsig            Thane of Walstow
• Gisil                Thane of Garsfield
• Supergirl        Thane of Hytbold

Do we wait on Eomer’s petition to the king and hope that he chooses to rally us together and defend the Eastemnet, or do we defy the king and fight and meet the enemy head-on? Not all in the Witan were in one accord and chaos broke loose at one point.

Who do you call when you need a hero? “Danania, Supergirl of Lorien, all here have learned to trust your awesome wisdom… What say you?...”

Hold that thought... the West Gate is burning; the fight is at our door. Will Hytbold be burned to the ground again?

The battle rages.

My towers burn. Friends fall to the enemy. What kind of thane will I become?

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm. In tribulation, stand steadfast against the storm.

Time to pull the pieces together. 

I do like my town of Hytbold! We grow corn stalks as tall as trees!

People stand around playing music all day instead of working (… with all this signing and dancing… I think these citizens must have been imported from Landroval).

The view from the Towers are fabulous.

Oh yes, I said I would tell you how I got the large tapestries hung from the ceiling. The Mead Hall is a fun place to fly around if you are Supergirl.

I have been told that I am an imposing sight, walking on air across the room. But, how better to dust the horse statues than to just go up there?

Thanks for reading my adventures in Hytbold! See you real soon!

A Dream of Weatherstock

Last Friday night, after an enjoyable time pounding the horde of creeps into submission (or was I the one getting pounded?), I went to sleep in Arkenstone.

Through my mind’s eyes, I saw myself flying across the vastness of the abyss. Unlike other visions where I have become a chicken, a horse, or a ranger, where I still exist in the world but interact differently, this time it was different. I awoke in a world called Landroval, in a time called Weatherstock.

Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Arkenstone anymore. .... We must be over the rainbow!

I had been summoned by friends I hadn’t seen since a previous age (beginning). Szarmaleth and Jairandir were there to meet me. We were soon joined by another old friend, Droggyr.

Szar: Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

Dana: I'm not a witch at all. I'm Danania, Supergirl of Lorien, from Arkenstone. I came to see the Weatherstock.

Jaidan: She wears the ruby boots.

Szar: Oh, so she does! Well bust my buttons. Why didn't you say so in the first place. That's a horse of another color, Come on in!

It’s time to see what drew me across the impassable divide.

In the Lone lands, as we walked up the path toward Weathertop, the excitement builds, the bustle and intensity of hundreds rolls like an ocean wave. The crowd is thicker than I have ever seen. As the information rolls in, I see nametags on all these strangers… so very many that I “/n” to focus on their faces.

(side note from the conscious self… Szar warns me to switch out of Ultra High view to Medium to reduce lag, but she was the one who designed this system and it has never been properly put through the paces. It handled the view just fine. J …but if you are ever in a too-much-information area and unsure of your system, follow her suggestion and scale back.)

Through the crowd, I found my friend Goldenstar and gave a /hug and a quick hello, as all watched the revelry on center stage.

It looks like I have arrived mid-festival as one band leaves the stage and the Emcee Harperella announced the next group of performers.

"...This is positively the finest exhibition ever to be shown... well, be that as it may, I your wizard emcee, par adua outer, am about to bring to the stage the next group that will send your mind racing on an unexplainable journey..."

A group lead by lead singer Ingolemo took the stage.

I followed along as the captions imprinted on my mind. His words strung together, I read his lips sing a ballad, called Stridin’ Man.

It is my dream, and of course, in my dreams, I fantasize that people actually show up to read my blog. So, naturally, I had the extreme pleasure of meeting a hobbit named Apis, who recognized me and said she was a fan of the blog! Wow, what a nice thing to say in a dream!

/bow to Apis

I watched a few more bands perform as I could feel my time slipping on reality.

Here are six more.

Phedelene of Leaves of Laurelin.

Larkfeather of Breakfast Club.

Rohaena of The Songburrow Strollers.

Khalawyn of RKO.

Arelias of Mornie Alantie.

Emyli of Symphonia et Gloria

When I awoke, I was back in my bed in Arkenstone, bewildered, amazed by the amount of planning to pull off such an elaborate dream, and glad it was mine to share. 

No, but it wasn't a dream. It was a place. And you - and you - and you - and you were there... But you couldn't have been, could you? Bird, you should have seen it... This was a real, truly live place.

If you have had a similar dream and recognize any of these performers, feel free to let me know who they are so I can include them with the pictures!

Update 07/03/12: followup to Weatherstock at dream-of-ingolemo-weatherstock-forever.