Hello, I planning to the Darkening of Mirkwood in a few months times, which requires much in the creation of content for its long-term commitments, handouts, NPCs, and locations to find (Which is going well). Though it also needs songs/poems of the Wilderlands and it's people, and to do the campaign and players justice, I'm looking for some people interested in aiding the campaign with their voices in recordings. Also, at times during the campaign, there are several set moments, where the players get to role-play with the likes of King Bard, King Dain, The Mayor of Lake Town, and at times the many ambassadors of other realms. In these large councils and meetings of leaders, more voices are better then one, so I am asking if some people would be interested in role-playing important NPCs with agendas. If your interested please make a recording of one the examples below, send it to me, that way I've got an idea about which voice will go best with the many NPCs and poems/songs. Example quotes from King Bard: Addressing an adventurer "There is a remarkable thing about swans. They teach us that the troubles of death should not grieve us; for in the very moment of death they make a virtue of necessity and despise their sad fate in singing.” “Letters are signs of things, symbols of words, whose power is so great that without a voice they speak to us the words of the absent; for they introduce words by the eye, not by the ear.” “We are always more afraid than we wish to be, but we can always be braver than we expect" Poem: Five Weedy Goblins "Five weedy old goblins from mountain-cave cold Heard of a fine hobbit come far from his hole “We’ll feast on his fat,” said the goblin-chief bold, Forgetting how Golfimbul’s goblin-head rolled. In Greenfields a goblin named Golfimbul came To fill up his larder and win goblin fame, But Golfimbul’s goblins fled crying in shame When a hobbit named Took with a stout club took aim! Old Bandobras Took was a hobbit renowned For towering over all hobbits around. His height every tailor’s yardstick would confound: A yard and a half from his toes to his crown! This leader of Tooks met Golfimbul one morn. No sword did he bear, with but cudgel adorned. But a swing and a thump and a goblin was shorn — And Golfimbul without his head was forlorn. Five goblins from chilly caves, bellies all ringing, Lay waiting in muck and then all came up springing — But a hobbit-lad’s knife and thrown rock all a-stinging Left five goblins dead and one fine hobbit singing!"
