The next roleplay notecard in the "Dawn of the 4th Age" story will be our 200th. I know for some roleplays, 200 doesn't sound like a lot. But I look back, and I see 200 consistently good pieces of roleplay. Two hundreds notecards that represent 200 roleplays that have come together to tell a compelling, cohesive, and riveting story that is constantly unfolding and getting better with each installment. Two hundred notecards that exhibit the best work of extraordinary roleplayers with whom I have had the pleasure to interact, to learn and to grow in friendship. I remain in awe of you, challenged by you, and blessed to call you friends.
When you consider the time, the talent, the creativity those 200 notecards produced, it makes me, at least, eager to see what the next 200 notecards will bring. Thank you, all of you, for entering the Dawn of the 4th Age with me, with us.
Great change is coming.
I'm glad you are along for the journey.
Ael
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Someone nudged me and said,"Ael, did you mean 200 rps total, there?" Oooppps, no, dear friends, the 4th Age has generated that many and over. I referred to the 200th this year, and as the elf sometimes does, he was off by ...blushes...two. So we are on our way to the next 200.
With embarrassed blushes and love to you all.
Ael
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Cinnamon Raymaker
So exhausted....she is squeezing every last vestige of energy from the tired muscles powering her wings. Elwing at last sights the familiar outline of the harbour of the Swanhaven below her but still several leagues away. She begins to drop altitude gradually as she approaches her goal. She arcs gracefully to approach the harbour head-on, but, to her horror, she sees that blue speck she had noted as she had left on her journey for the Blue Mountains growing ever larger as she heads for the beach. The outline becomes more prominent as she nears the shore, and she identifies that it surely is an enormous dragon; though not nearly as animated as one would expect for such a creature. She will certainly quiz the inhabitants about that experience if and when she locates one of them.
With her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Elwing flies on over the harbour and the marketplace and soars towards the high balcony from which she had started her journey. As she moves in on her goal, she shimmers and loses her form, drops to her feet, and her knees collapse underneath her from the sheer exhaustion which fills her whole body. Sprawled across the polished floor of the balcony, she yells out with the last of her strength, "Uncle! Uncle! Aztryd! Anyone!" and promptly loses consciousness.
With her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Elwing flies on over the harbour and the marketplace and soars towards the high balcony from which she had started her journey. As she moves in on her goal, she shimmers and loses her form, drops to her feet, and her knees collapse underneath her from the sheer exhaustion which fills her whole body. Sprawled across the polished floor of the balcony, she yells out with the last of her strength, "Uncle! Uncle! Aztryd! Anyone!" and promptly loses consciousness.> Next