The Forest of Kahruvel

A Much Changed Forest…

I took the long journey back to the forest yesterday but even the strangeness of my dream could not have prepared me for what I found there. The gridquakes I had heard about, often third or fourth hand from people who knew that despite my distance from the world Cowell & Kahruvel still meant a great deal to me, had wreaked havok through the ancient woodland and nearby village. It broke my heart to see so many familiar old landmarks gone, washed away into the void or desecrated by hateful thugs possessed by desires I would never, ever understand. Still, even though the tower had finally crumbled into the sea and the aqueduct had collapsed over the cliff, the forest itself still felt warm and inviting and I had a warm glow of nostalgia as I walked beneath her boughs. Even passing the spot where I had found the backpack that had transformed me so long ago made me smile a little.

But that smile faded as I came across the ancient landing stones near the border with Noyo. In my last visit Salazar’s archaeological dig had uncovered a circle of stone posts around a central dais and I had detected a weak, blue light rising up the stones and dissipating into the atmosphere. Although the stone circle had always been called a landing point, in truth I had no idea what it was for and the blue light inside it was just as mysterious, but now I found the site in an awful state of disrepair! All but one of the stones had gone, whether by the efforts of looters or the vagaries of grid stability I could not tell, but the rhythms of the blue energy had obviously thrown into discord and instead of a bubble of energy gently rising up the stones, now great arcs ballooned off into the air and crackled all around me.

“Impressive, huh?” came a voice behind me. I spun around with my heart in my mouth only to find my old friend, and follow half-gazelle, Shigeko Tachikawa stood looking at the light show.

“Shig! Wow! So, you see it too, huh?” I said.

“Yeah, I see it. No one else seems to, I’ve been watching and no one stops, just me, and now you. Oh, and hi by the way,” with that she hit me hard on the arm.

“Ow!” I said, “What was that for?”

“How long have you been away? How long?” she replied, emotion strong in her voice.

“Ahh, yeah, that,” I said sheepishly. “Look, I’m sorry, I’ve been busy…” I trailed off and offered her the kind of big toothy grin that often got me out of trouble, and occasionally got me in more.

“Yeah,” she said with semi-mock hurt, “Well just don’t do it again, ok?”

“I’ll try,” I said but knew I couldn’t ever keep such a promise. The lure of other worlds was always going to be too strong to ignore. I turned away from my lie and looked back into the light, a large arc just passing us by and running over some metal equipment Salazar had left out nearby.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I’m not sure but my guess only Sal, or his gran, will know what to do about it. How about we take a wander down to the lighthouse and leave him a note?”

Shig beamed a smile at me and said “Race?”

I laughed, “Yeah, why not but you go easy on an old guy, huh?”

She laughed back, “Never!” and pushed me to the floor. I landed with a thud in the dust of the trail and she shot off like a rocket over the hill. I jumped to my feet and shouted after her “You cheat!” Ha! Who was I kidding, there was no way I’d ever beat her. I set off at a trot down the path but as I passed the pile of Sal’s equipment I turned back for one last look at the energy bleeding and arcing from the old stone. What the hell did it all mean? I must speak to Sal.

Could I have found a lost part of Kahruvel in LOTRO

What do you think, Sal?

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Say goodbye to the sign in the sky…

Way back in the mists of both time and my rather shitty memory I recall seeing a large green letter K appearing on the map over the Forest of Kahruvel. Over the last year or so more letters were added (by the ever busy Salazar Jack, it turns out) until almost all but one letter hung is space spelling of the name of the great reclaimed forest lands below…
Kahruvel AirSign

Take a good look at that picture folks because you’ll never see it in-world again. The Phyneas Jack Memorial Trust who manage the forest and assorted lands have downsized their holdings quite considerably (more than even M has just done with his staff of Lindens) and now all that remains of the sign is a small part of the large K’s lower upright. I know that the forest is evolving and heading for good things, but I still feel sadness at its passing 😦
Kahruvel Air Sign 2

Bunneh on a Boat!

From the heart of the Mysterio Studios of Grignano & Raglan comes a cautionary tale of Mother Nature and a simple seafaring bunneh…

Bunnehs on a ‘bloon!

Here’s more from the famed Mysterio Studio of Raglan & Grignano – a magical tale of companionship that unfolds against a backdrop of a personal journey into the heart of friendship on a balloon. And there’s a wolf, too.

And before you draw too many conclusions, let’s hear the wolf’s side of the story, eh?

Disaster in Rodeo! Kahruvel Erased… AGAIN!

I was pootling around in St Helens building a log cabin when an IM popped up from Neal Lyle: Get to the Forest! Something terrible has happened! Rodeo has gone!

Rodeo? Gone? I assumed he meant the sim had winked out of existence. It happens. Red mapped we used to call it – the whole sim just vanished leaving perfectly straight cliff walls tumbling into an inaccessible sea where once hills and valleys could be explored and enjoyed. It takes a while, but The Powers That Be can bring these lost lands back pretty quickly (and since Havok 4 came into being it seems to be quite rare) so as I TPed over I simply thought this would be a panic over little.

I should have known better. This was Neal, not some three-week old newbie still green around the gills. Neal knew the grid. Neal knew what warranted an urgent message and what didn’t. I should have known.

Rodeo is still there, but it looks as though everything on it has been erased! The land looks like it must before human (or otherwise) hand had touched it. The tower was gone. The standing stones and the aqueduct too. The idol’s head Ilia found, gone. All gone.

Neal and I both IMed Sal, but he was out-of world and there was nothing we could do but wait. It was terrible thing to stand on the hill over looking the inlet and see all I have loved about the first since I found it three years ago simply gone.

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Rodeo Erased!

I heard on Sal’s twitter feed that he’s alerted the Linden’s, but he sounds worried and if Sal is worried we all should be. What if this is the work of the Great Erase? What if it has followed me back from Shade?

Griefers over Cowell

I was busy making my new home in Cowell (more soon) nice and, well, homely when I saw the tell-tale signs of griefers attacking the forest behind me again. Sigh. I know they can’t do any real harm and I know we shouldn’t give them any publicity, but they really are a bunch of pointless wankers.
Attack on Kahruvel

Moving into Cowell

I’ve wanted to live in Cowell since almost the first time I visited (the first time was a noob when I thought I’d found Cornwall but hadn’t – that was another sim) way back when I was still fully human. So imagine if you will, dear reader, my sense of giddy delight to have finally moved into one of Salazar’s gorgeous white buildings by the sea. I have chosen well and now occupy the two top floors of the very last building before you leave Cowell and enter Noyo – it has a wonderful view of the sea and is backed by the scented winds of the great forest. I don’t think I could have chosen a better spot, could I?

Cowell Cowell

I had 200 prims to play with so furnishing my new home has been a challenge to a man not used to such things – I’m discovering just how big and inventive the low-prim furniture market is 😀

On the roof I have my faithful (and very old) sky hopper parked next to my small veg plot…
HBA in Cowell

Whilst inside I’ve added lights to both my living room and my bedroom-cum-study. There is always a hot cup of tea waiting for you if you pop by – don’t worry if I’m out exploring the forest or sailing to Palomarian, just make yourself at home 🙂
HBA in Cowell HBA in Cowell

I’ve planted some vines out on the terrace – feel free to sit and watch the sun on the water in the peace and quite of Cowell, the village by the sea…
HBA in Cowell

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BB Post 13 – The Forest of Kahruvel, Part 4: The burning tower

(Note: You can read the recent recap here and previous post here)

The wooden ship moved like some great bulbous whale as it swung around and headed towards the tower. It swooped low overhead and out to sea where it came about to leer over the ships waiting in the harbour below.

The crowd stopped as one, as though it were a single beast holding its breath. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were turned out to sea, fixed in obvious terror as the tall figure at the prow of the ship surveyed them with a palpable hatred. A curious blueish glow seemed to surround the vessel and its occupants, all of whom were covered from head to toe in loose black strips of cloth that denied any close examination of their shape or faces. Their leader was similarly clad, but with sharp curved shapes protruding from underneath. He raised his arm high in what looked like a salute to the people below him and then dropped it suddenly like a sword coming down on a condemned neck.

The crowd screamed and tried to run in every direction at once. The front of the hovering ship began to glow with more and more of the blue light, a large crackling spinning ball rapidly forming in front of the dark figure. Below people were being trampled into the ground and the water. The boats moored up cut their ropes and desperately started to row themselves out to sea. A few brave souls fired arrow after arrow up at the ship, but they were wasted efforts. The dark figure, now lit in a brilliant blue light, smiled cruelly and shouted is a voice that made my spine run cold “RAZDA!”. The ball of energy exploded forwards and down into the massed throng beneath me with a sub-sonic WHUMP! that knocked me to the stone floor. The breath was pulled from my lungs and my ears roared with pain as the air around me screamed past, battering me with the force of a gale. Over the bellowing winds I could hear the terrified screams of the people below. I crawled on my hands and knees towards the edge of the tower, each inch was like digging through red hot sand and I was gasping for breath by the time I reached the lip and hauled myself up enough to look over. I wish I hadn’t.

People and animals and carts were burning in a sea of rolling, boiling blue flames. The ships in the harbour had been reduced to raging infernos. People flung themselves into the waters only to burn even more fiercely in a sea that was itself on fire. The sound of horror was unimaginable and I held my hands to my ears in an fruitless attempt to block it out.

And above the carnage hung the strange wooden ship, the rowers cheering and chanting at the work of their leader.

There was a sudden sense of movement behind me and I turned to find a wooden trapdoor opening and a tall, old man in a dark robe pulling himself up onto the roof with me. He looked as startled by me as I was with him and tried to shout to me but the noise drowned him out so he waved me away and struggled to his feet. He held his hand in front of him clutching a small twig sporting a few green leaves and the air seemed to part around it, to flow either side of the stick as if there were an invisible barrier moving in front of him. He walked to the edge of the tower and stood beside me where he began to say something I could not hear above the tempest. There was a sudden, violent vibration in the tower beneath me with what felt like a ripple moving up from the ground through the stones themselves. The tower shook for a second or two and was still again. The old man shouted into the air and the tower lit up like a beacon. A silent explosion threw me up into the air and I came down hard on the stone roof, winded and unable to move. I saw the floating ship erupt into flame, the dark figures screaming and throwing themselves overboard to the still burning sea below. The old man stood uneasily, blinked twice and slowly fell forward, tumbling over the edge. As he fell the stones beneath me began to shift, to slide apart. I struggled to my feet but it was too late… the tower began to collapse beneath me and I fell backwards with the granite blocks towards the burning hell beneath…

To be continued…