Loegaire wound down, but the core team decided to give this another try, and our new PBEM game, Halls of Green and Gold is a sort of Vingt Ans Après for Loegaire. Ulrik is still in it, but is no longer my main character. He still writes poetry, however, and in particular the poem that gave the game it's name, as well as this site's :


Greenhold, or Halls of Green and Gold

There rose a hill upon my way
and as I walked I could survey
steep-sided walls all green and gold
in dying light of day grown old


There on that hill once ruled Dreamhold
and many songs and tales have told
how evil died beneath the swords
of its proud king and haughty lords


There stood the hill as died the day
but at the gates to my dismay
no challenge of a sentinel
arose to guard the citadel


There now the hill grows green and gold
the halls are dark the hearths are cold
the empty streets are filled with dread
the men had fled the king was dead


There is a hill a dream away
where foolish hopes were led astray
where men laid down a king of old
who dreams of tales no longer told