The Legacy of Traitors Discussion Thread

[piosenniel]

Everdawn invites you to play:

The Legacy of Traitors


BASIC STORYLINE

After the War of the Ring, a young woman, Maén, learns a terrible family secret, driven by curiosity and the legacy the traitor has challenged to those who may find him. The “Legacy” is rumoured to be a large sum of gold. Against the wishes of her father and mother, but by the encouragement of an equally curious aunt who serves as Benefactor, She forms a party of those who would share the legacy and prepare to face-off against not only a traitor to her family, but a traitor to Gondor.

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PURPOSE OF THIS STORY IS TO:

Find the traitor, Guriel Il Galoth, collect his legacy as he challenged.

THE STORY WILL BE OVER WHEN: The company find Guriel Il Galoth and kill/turn over/ arrest/ set him free as the will of the company and Maén sees fit.


STARTING LOCATION: Minas Tirith.

ENDING LOCATION: Minas Tirith

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 3:38 AM January 28, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[piosenniel]

TIMEFRAMES:

This game takes place: Fourth Age: Year 15

The storyline itself or plot covers: Around a month

This game requires a time commitment of 12 weeks from me, the game owner and from the major players.

[piosenniel]

Characters Needed:

1) Spy prefer male - Loyal to Those who hate Gondor - Has to want to find Guriel Il Galoth and see if his organisation is still working. Can have a change of heart towards the end/ or be arrested by the guards.

2) Guard - male –Gondor - Sent by the king, hearing of the legacy to arrest Guriel Il Galoth- Cant let anyone else know what he really is doing on expedition or that he is a guard, so he will have to make up an excuse.

3) Guard- Male- Gondor- Same as the above, but will be working together with him.

4) Ranger- Male - First meets Maén and is the first to agree to come.

5) Traveler- male/female- Any location – has own reason to come- possibly wanting some of the “legacy” thought at the time by everyone to be gold.

6) Traveler – male/female- Has own reason for joining the hunt – make interesting.

7) Traveler- male/female – same as above- make interesting

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Character types which would not belong: hobbits, dwarves and elves


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SECONDARY CHARACTERS: (played by Everdawn)

Arriten- Male- Old Guard (Loyal to Guriel) of Osgiliath

Aunt Lysia – female- Maén’s aunt who is the benefactor for the search

[piosenniel]

Everdawn’s Character

Name: Maén

Age: 23

Race: Man

Gender: Female Location: Gondor

WEAPONS: If a man has em’ why shouldn’t she? A sword that she boasts of but never carts around with her. Is kept above her bed on a shelf in case she is attacked during the night.

APPEARANCE: She is a woman of average height and average beauty. She has large hazel eyes and bright blonde hair. Pale completion, and of thin build. Always looks slightly older than she already is. (Which she either likes or dislikes, depending on her mood.) She also bears a four inch scar from when she was burnt as a child.

PERSONALITY: Maén, has a fiery personality, but also that of a woman who has been properly educated all her life. She is inquisitive and very independent. She believes that women should be equal to men, and chafes at the fact that for all intents and purposes, it is a man’s world. She is very sharp in her attention to detail. Maén has the attitude that you only live once. Things that are shocking to others she would consider tame. She is very liberal in her views and tolerant to a point - she is given to challenging views which she sees as unfair. She is often found eating with the servants at dinner to defy her parents and the rules of segregation between the rich and the poor. She is cheeky and unpredictable, some think her mad, but mostly she is eccentric her most important trait though by far is determination.

HISTORY: Maén grew up in the upper class region of Minas Tirith to her respectable parents Miradir and Marrwen who of course were of proper lineage. Maén had three brothers Omerin, Retantir, and Marrlad, all of whom served their time in the military before going onto even more respectable professions, (Weapons Maker, Scribe, Medicine.) Her father fought in the War of the Ring alongside King Elessar, and came home a stranger, detached from reality and his family. Maén made the mistake of slipping into his study one morning and came across letters written during the war. Her father caught her, and in a moment of intense anger, cuffed her hard with the back of his hand. The intensity of the blow sent her flying toward the small fire burning in the room’s grate. Her wrist still bears the red, raised scar where flesh met the hot metal.

Maén was always the black sheep in her family. As a little girl she was always persuading her cousin to sneak down into the town so that they could go and visit an old man who told stories. (Actually tales of his travels before the War of the Ring. When the world was still free.) Her parents had her properly educated, but under no circumstances did her military father teach her to wield a sword, this was something she had to get her eldest brother to do.

When her father went off to the War of the Ring, Maén was shipped off to Dol Amroth with her mother and her beloved Aunt Lysia where they waited until the end of the war. It was here that Maén understood why she was so different to everyone else in her family, she was much the same as her Aunt, and from then on they formed a strong friendship. As Maén grew older her attitude to society changed, according to her parents, this was due to her Aunt Lysia’s influence.

Most people rejected her radical ideas, and so Maén became silent once again, she did not take openly to deifying her father, in fear of him as she had been since he came home from the war. Her parents, however reacted strangely to the accusations that their daughter was crazy, they did nothing, much to Maén’s delight. And most people did think her mad.

After the novelty of this liberal girl with her odd thoughts wore off, people accepted her as simply a familiar curiosity - a woman of outlandish, and in their opinion, harmless, views. Maén took to studying antiquities and delving into mysteries. Often taking it upon her to try and solve anything that happened to her.

This now mentioned, brings us to the story…

[piosenniel]

Everdawn's post – First for the Game

I remember it as if it were yesterday: The sun was high in the sky, shining gloriously above Gondor. We were just collecting our lives again after the war of the ring under the reign of the King Elessar. My father Miradir Il Galoth had fought then, under the command of the Steward. My mother and I were evacuated along with the other women and children, my elder brothers stayed as they were a little older along with other boys to aid the soldiers and run errands, that type of thing.

Everyone thought I was too young to understand what was befalling us then, but I understood completely. We stayed in Dol Amroth, for my mother thought that was far enough away from the fighting. Heralds often sent news of happenings in the east, it was then only thing people questioned themselves with. One day news came of the battle of the Pelennor Fields, the big battle, we did not know whether father was fighting or not, or whether he was still in Gondor. The next time we heard any news was when Barad Dûr was taken and the war was over. I was relieved and the journey home was the longest one and I will remember it forever.

My father was alive when we returned home, but a changed man. He showed no sign of warmth to anyone but sat day upon day in his study in a remote wing of the house, alone and withdrawn. Perhaps it was my childish innocence, or a consequence of my curious and sometimes irrational nature which made my next actions possible.

One morning I was playing by myself when I stumbled into the dark corridor of my father’s wing. It was a formidable sight to my young eyes, rows of burning lanterns, and black drapes reflecting upon the polished marble floor. I was drawn to it like a moth is drawn to a flame. Slowly I checked for any sign of life before proceeding along it’s impedingly passageway to the end room which I knew was my father’s study. My small arms pushed open the heavy door and saw that the room was empty. A lamp burned brightly on his desk as well as the candelabras on the walls while the burning embers sat in his fireplace slowly dying. I walked over to his desk. I struggled to place myself upon the seat. Upon the desk sat a lone glass box which revealed to case a bloodstained knife. I lifted the lid of the box and extracted the weapon within and turned it over in my hands before placing it back where it had come from. I opened the top draw in my father’s desk and read over several letters which lay on top of various other pieces of paper, Still I sat I my father’s enormous leather chair as he would have done. Mostly the letters were unsent one which were addressed to my mother an others were to my father’s brother, though he had been killed in Ithilien, obviously my father thought it senseless to send them to him. Whilst raiding the other draws I came across one which hadn’t been opened As fast as I could I broke the seal and began to read, as fast as my young eyes could read then I ran my eyes across the letters, It was in my father’s handwriting and it did not have a receiver’s name on it. I read the letter more closely until one particular passage caught my eye.

“After months of not knowing, I have come to find that the traitor is none other than Guriel Il Galoth. I am in two minds whether we should pursuit him straight away or let him have his game until the right time that we can corner him. The course of action is up to you, whatever your decision; I will not let blood ties hinder your warrant for his arrest or execution.”

Eru only knows how long he had been watching me. I glanced over the letter to see my father standing in the doorway. I had never seen my father so angry before, so much so was his demeanour that he even looked like someone else. He yelled at me then, and I remember little of it but he kept saying this room was forbidden, and I should never have come there and that I wronged him by handling the knife, for he had pulled it from the chest of his best friend. He came in one swift move towards me and hit me on the back so hard that I stumbled and fell into the fire grate where my arm broke my fall, an accident. I screamed for what seemed like an eternity before my wrist was lifted. . I saw tears in my father’s eyes when he had realised what he had done. I knew there was something more to why my father felt the need to punish me, not jut his impending madness which had over come him since the war.

It was in that moment I first asked myself “Who is Guriel Il Galoth?” I was nine then and fourteen years later I am still no closer to the truth than I was then. Today is just like that day - the sun is shining gloriously on Gondor and I still bear a scar upon my wrist, a constant, ugly reminder of my question. Today I received a letter answering my message I sent to the king a while ago. I am hoping this will give some clue as to why my father went mad, and better still, where is this infamous relative of mine?

Maén placed her quill down on the top of the stone steps and closed the cover of her journal; straining her eyes against the setting sun she watched the birds flying in the sky on their way home to roost. In the fading light she rummaged through her robe pockets to find the note from the King’s court, she had waited to open it so she could write in her journal. Slowly and carefully she picked off the wax with her fingernails opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. Every word within was like a hot stabbing knife pricking her flesh. “Information Denied!” her face fell. “This is unbelievable” she remarked with an air of misery. The sun had now gone down and the cool air of the late evening had settled into the grounds of her home. Maén packed up her things and went inside, and headed straight for her chamber without dinner where she stayed till late night.

Now thoroughly annoyed with the monarchy of Gondor, Maén resolved that the only hope she had now of getting any answers or receiving any of the Legacy, was to go to her aunt who lived at the north of Minas Tirith, the one remaining relative who would help her. Now, any normal person would have accepted the truth that Guriel Il Galoth would now remain anonymous for the rest of time, until the day would come when the sun rose no more. But not Maén, her fiery personality and obsessive nature made impossible for her to determine when to leave things alone. After hours of storming around her bedroom she decided that tonight she would make a start to find out about her infamous relative.

Checking that all the lights were out in the house, she lit a lamp and in her nightgown she clambered as quietly as she could down the numerous halls of her families huge home, passing her brother’s old chambers, in which they had lived before they moved out and got married, everything that was expected by Gondorian society. “Fools and idiots, bamboozled brothers of mine… what fate shall befall them, those who seek nothing and in return gain nothing?” she smirked in passing, her shadow etching itself further in front of her.

Managing to come by the first floor unnoticed by the life that dwelled deep where dreams lie, in the rooms she climbed the marble stairs two more floors till she arrived at the same formidable wing she grew to hate as a child. Treading softly and swiftly she strode boldly through it to her fathers primary study. Slowly pushing open the door, and listening to it creak for a few seconds, she peered into the study. Her body froze for the slightest minute. The fire embers were still cooling in the fireplace. Maén pushed up the sleeve of her nightgown and peered at the underside of her left wrist. There still she wore a reminder of why she never came in here anymore. A four inch burn scar ran vertically down her arm. Shoving her hand away form her sight she placed the candelabra upon her father’s desk and began to raid the drawers for the letters she so vaguely remembered.

She had sat in her father’s chair for what seemed like an hour. Maén had moved to looking in the draws in her father’s library, throwing books across the room as well as the small statues which lay between the rows of books. Maén was on her hands and knees, she was about to give up until she stumbled across a new letters hidden within a box, concealed in the hollowed out middle of an eagle statue which stood at the base of the last bookshelf, adjacent to the wall. Feverishly she pulled them from their envelopes.

“Mr Il Galoth, we the shipmasters of Freverin & Sons Shipping Co. wish to inform you…”

“I don’t care what a shipmaster has to say!” she exclaimed with ill patience she moved onto the next.

“Miradir,

Give the guards a start towards the city, Osgiliath is waiting for you. I have run across some intelligence which would prove the enemy is weaker.

- Guriel.”

Maén almost dropped the letter with excitement. The next one read.


“Salome,

Pull the men out! Dwell not on the words of Guriel my cousin for he has betrayed us all! My brother is dead along with the other men, for Eru’s sake, do not come, or it will be the death of you all!

- Miradir”

“It’s true! He was betrayed.” She exclaimed. Before noticing one more letter, the seal was unbroken. Returning to her fathers chair she fiddled with it for some time before lifting the wax with her fingernail. Out fell a small piece of paper which in turn read.

“To my dear cousin,

I write to you this letter of gratitude. It was because of you and your noble men that Mordor has been able to get this far. I know now that I am wanted for treason again my country. And to this I tell you, try as you will, you can never find me. In fact the purpose of my letter to you is to warn the king, come not to me, or what will meet you will be even more hazardous than the day I took the lives of your men and your brother. You have seen what I am capable of, kinslaying, and I will never be found. I offer a grand legacy to those who may find me for their trouble and hence they will call themselves “Finder of the impossible” a title which grandly their heirs will remember.

For what I have said, heed my warning; death will come on swift wings to those of Gondor who come for my life.

- Guriel Il Galoth.”

“Dear Eru!” she exclaimed reading over the letter several times. “Kinslaying! My uncle was killed by him then! This is a lot deeper than I originally thought.” She sat and pondered, picturing the scene in her mind. “…Legacy..?” she started at once. “Wait a second, legacy, it has to be gold, like the people in the village said it was.” She dwelled on this thought for some time. “All the more reason for haste, I feel I have an advantage now.” She glanced toward the mantle and on it were the blood covered knife in its glass case, deciding whether or not to leave it in its place. Her fingers extended but she thought the better of it. Gathering up the letters and her father’s journal, a map and the candelabra she hurried from her father’s wing and back to her room.

A nervous excitement filled her body as she swiftly changed from her nightgown into another dress, (she would be riding, it was true, but still she wanted to look like a lady) and packed a bag full of her clothes, quills, and paper. Maén fleetingly looked at her room as she threw open the doors to her balcony. Her mirror stared back at her. She smiled at her reflection before throwing a paperweight at it from its place on her desk. An almighty crash rang out form it as the shards of glass covered the floorboards. She left the balcony for a minute and overturned her desk, cupboards and tea tables. Maén ripped her curtains from their rods and cast them from her terrace on the second floor so they dangled feet from the ground floor. She threw her bags over the edge and looked once more at the disaster she had created in her chamber and noticed her journal on the floor under several other clusters of paper. She recovered it and after making sure the sheets were secure, made for the ground and then away to the stables.

The stables echoed the neighs of horses unsettled from their slumber as Maén hastily searched their stalls for her horse. It was in the last one, a smaller red mare by the name of Hittai.

Maén now growing more optimistic by the minute rode from her home for her Aunt’s manor, slightly north of Minas Tirith, not the safest route for a young woman to be riding on in the middle of the night, or so was the opinion of her Aunt Lysia. Aunt Lysia was well dressed, even in the middle of the night as she stood with her servants to receive her. Lysia thought strange that her niece should visit her at such a time, but as always, she was pleased all the same.

“Why exactly have you come?” she asked Maén who sat fidgeting across from her at her table. Lysia had always been the confidant of her rogue niece, the only relative who did not shun her radical behaviour in the past.

Her niece’s eyes were dull in the light of the chandelier which hung above them, “Guriel” she said. At once Lysia sat up straighter than she already was (not once in her life could Maén remember her Aunt’s back hitting the rear of any chair she ever sat in)

“I thought this day would come, though I rather expected it sooner than this.” Lysia frowned and glanced at a clock on the wall.

Maén was glad that her aunt knew something about this man. “Well?” she asked impatiently.

“Calm child.” Lysia snapped and made her way out of the room to appear minutes later with a leather folder, rather empty but containing several sheets of parchment. “I recovered these from my bureau, Listen hard because I will only discuss this with you once.” Maén need no warning of this, her heat was already still with anticipation. “You know your father has never been the same since the war, and he has good reason. You know as well that my husband was killed along with him.” Maén nodded. “Your father is still suffering from the memories of that war, heavens knows it has changed the best of men, even after all these years. You must understand it makes him do things he wouldn’t usually do-”

“Like hit his little daughter hard enough for her to get trapped in the fire as her little arm began to burn in the embers in his fireplace until the skin had all but melted away?”

Even Maén was surprised by her sudden outburst. Lysia’s head snapped up, she was quiet for a second, and still, and old, so old that you could see all the years of grief and loneliness creep suddenly onto her face.

“Like that.” she murmured. “The government gave me no other reason as to why your uncle died than ‘he died as a hero on the battlefields of Ithilien fighting the enemy.’ Of course with your father back in his present state the only explanation I could get from him was ‘he was killed by the traitor.’ "

Maén was almost jumping out of her seat. “Guriel” Lysia nodded. “Not to be quick, I know that your uncle was in a regiment where a large number of the Il Galoth men were stationed. This is most unusual for a military family but not remote. Out of all the Il Galoth’s who went, only two lived, your father and Guriel. Your father was the only one to return to Gondor. Rumour came to me by the marketplace that they were stationed in an emissary- spy position if you will. And that Guriel, their own blood in fact, had betrayed the whole regiment to Mordor.”

Maén was stunned, “How . . . why . . . ? My father was in the intelligence sector?”

Lysia nodded again and drained the last of her port from her glass. “He was, appointed by the Steward, Few people know of this, I wrote to the Military to ask them and this is the reply I got.” Lysia’s frail fingers pulled one of the few pieces of parchment from the folder and handed it across the table for Maén to read.


Dear Widow Il Galoth,

The Gondorian Army has never heard of any corps such as you wrote to us in your letter. Your husband Miradan died as a hero defending Osgiliath during the War of the Ring, and I revile the people who have spread these untrue rumours, preventing you to grieve as you should. To add to that, we have never retained in our service, one, Guriel Il Galoth, or had him in the service of the city.

Eru be with you in these hard times,

The Gondorian Army

“Never heard of him?” Maén asked still dumbfounded staring at the paper.

“That’s what I found interesting.” Lysia smiled.

“He does too exist, and he was in the same sector as my father. It says so in a letter I found.” Maén tapped her fingers on the table.

“You are quite right, Guriel Il Galoth does live, or I think he does, his fate is unknown to me, but I happened to meet him on one occasion, at your grandfather’s funeral.” Lysia lit another of the fading candles in the chandelier. “So I did some research, which was very limited as your father was uncooperative, well he was sick…

From various sources I gained reports that a man had brought a horse with the same number branded onto its skin as the number given to Guriel during the war.” Lysia handed a stock report to Maén who read as she continued talking. “I also confirmed that a man had sold a large house in the very east of Ithilien to a man called Galoth who paid in a lump sum of gold, now I’m sure that it was a fair way off, but it was too close a match for me not to ignore.”

“A legacy,” Maén interrupted passing the letter which she had come across in her father’s study to Lysia.

“I see,” she said in her cultured voice after reading it. “This may well in fact mean what I think it does, Gold, I am suspect to think it would be gold, this ‘legacy’ Guriel speaks of, though it could well be property. Which brings me to my next point, you don’t even know if he is alive, or dead, you don’t know what happened and that there probably is a good reason your father and Gondor don’t want us to know what happened.”

Lysia paused which gave Maén time to speak. “You said earlier that you had expected me to come, why?”

Lysia breathed deeply. “Because I am too old to go looking, and I know that is why you have come, have you not? To look for him?”

Maén now reminded herself why she liked her aunt; it was because they knew each other so well. “It is.” she said as Lysia handed her the folder to replace the documents.

“I will warrant your search and serve as benefactor; all finance can be done through me. Collect who you will and bring them to me before going on your journey, if I pass them they may go and they will be paid handsomely upon their return.”

Maén was in awe. “Surely it will be too much, the cost!”

To which Lysia waved her hand aside, “I am wealthy enough, you forget, I too came from a well off family, Go now, rest. I will send a messenger to your home and tell them you are staying with me for some time. We will talk more in the morning when you will begin your search.”

Lysia would hear no more that night, and Maén was slightly glad, this night had brought many surprises to her, and now she would be able to seek the answer to her question which had not only plagued her but her aunt as far as she could tell, she now drifted off to a dreamless sleep and she would need it, for in the morning she would search Minas Tirith high and low for the people who would be willing to accompany her on her quest.

[piosenniel]

It is a requirement that all potential game players will either have posted in one of the RPG Inns (preferably in The Green Dragon) or have played in an RPG on the Barrow Downs.

Please use this form for creating your character to post on the discussion thread.

Those who have not played before in a Barrow Downs' RPG will be given preference. Final preference, though, will be at the discretion of the Game Owner.
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Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES/NO - Which one?

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?

List them, please:

Please note you may play in only 3 games at one time.


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NAME:

AGE:

RACE:

GENDER:

WEAPONS (No magical, super-hero, mithril weapons. Just good solid Middle-earth weapons and armor only that is appropriate to the race of the character and the time period.):

APPEARANCE:

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HISTORY:

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FIRST POSTS MUST BE SUBMITTED WITH YOUR CHARACTER DESCRIPTION

All character descriptions not accompanied by a First Post will be returned to their writers.

Players will NOT be chosen because they submitted their character earlier than the other players. The Game Owner, Everdawn, will read each post and character bio and then make the choice for players accordingly.

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~*~ Here's the list again ~*~

CHARACTERS NEEDED:

1) Spy prefer male - Loyal to Those who hate Gondor - Has to want to find Guriel Il Galoth and see if his organisation is still working. Can have a change of heart towards the end/ or be arrested by the guards.

2) Guard - male –Gondor - Sent by the king, hearing of the legacy to arrest Guriel Il Galoth- Cant let anyone else know what he really is doing on expedition or that he is a guard, so he will have to make up an excuse.

3) Guard- Male- Gondor- Same as the above, but will be working together with him.

4) Ranger- Male - First meets Maén and is the first to agree to come.

5) Traveler- male/female- Any location – has own reason to come- possibly wanting some of the “legacy” thought at the time by everyone to be gold.

6) Traveler – male/female- Has own reason for joining the hunt – make interesting.

7) Traveler- male/female – same as above- make interesting

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[piosenniel]

The Discussion thread is now open to take on characters.

Have fun!

~*~ Pio

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[piosenniel]

Placed for Crystal Heart – member #10325
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Have you ever played in an RPG at the Downs before? No

Have you posted in the Green Dragon Inn or the White Inn in Rohan? Yes-Green Dragon

Character:

Name: Crystal Heart

Age: 23

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Weapons: A sword for protection from men, a small knife, and a small trap for game.

Appearance: Long red hair and green eyes. She is shorter, but she can run very fast.

Personality/Strengths/Weakness: She is strong, stubborn, and will always continue on. Her weakness is falling of the men that she is trying to swindle money out of. She is good at sword fighting. She can track only slightly.

History: Her father alienated her after her mother died. She ran away after he killed her love, Arthur Neuitmen (Nicknamed Arty). Since then she has been a traveler.

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Crystal Heart’s post

Crystal was heading for Minas Tirith after waiting silently for several hours. The riders from Rohan that bore the crest of her father's army had been searching for her. If she had moved she would have been found. As of late they had been using trackers, but because of the trees’ help they couldn't find her tracks. Crystal hoped that they never would and would one day give up trying to find her. She wouldn't go back, she would kill all that tried to capture her. She would be free.

Yet, this wanting freedom didn't come without a price. A heavy price. She didn't have a job and wasn't sure what a woman of her stature could really do. She had talents and interests as any being did, but talents and interests never seemed to make enough money. She would have to sit down and create a job and that would risk the chance of being captured by her father's men.

That would leave swindling men out of their money. A task that was easy, but her heart always got involved and stopped her from taking too much from the man she was seducing. She hated her heart, hated the way she was so kind. She wanted to be ruthless and take it all.

If only I could find a treasure of some sort that would pay for everything I would ever need for all of my days, Crystal thought wishfully. She knew that if she could find such a treasure then she could settle down somewhere, far away from the reaches of Rohan. Possibly the place she had once visited called the Shire. She was sure she could find a place to stay and live out her days in peace. She hadn't seen any riders there when she was there last, but then times have changed and it was a possibility that her father had thought of that. He always thought of every aspect. That's why he was general. He was ruthless and knew aspects of battle that most men over looked. He was devious and she knew she would have to be aware.

She smiled at the thought that her father would search the rest of his life and yet never find her. They wouldn't find her because she had become a traveler now. She knew the secret ways of the traveler and she knew that her father had no previous knowledge of travelers. He would never find her.

"You aren't anything to me," Crystal's father had said to her countless times in her life. She smiled at the thought. For someone that was nothing he was sure doing his best to try to find her. Maybe the old man had learned a valuable lesson that he wouldn't have learned if she hadn't left. She liked the fact that he was suffering, that he was in pain and in grief at his loss. He had certainly hurt her enough times in her life.

She hummed lightly to herself a song that her mother had sung to her before her death. She couldn't recall the lyrics to the song, but she could remember the tune. Just this general tune set her in a good mood. A good mood, something that she hadn't been in a couple of months. She was in a good mood because she had eluded the riders for the second time that day. This day had been very productive.

Crystal felt her pouch and knew that there was only a couple of coins left. She needed to get to Minas Tirith and try to swindle another man out of his money. She wished in her mind that there would be a treasure there that she could attain. She wanted a treasure to stop this life of crime and to come respectable once again in a nice place. Again she thought of the Shire, which would be a great place to settle down for the rest of her life.

She headed on towards Minas Tirith hoping for treasure and the future that undoubtedly waited ahead for her.

[piosenniel]

Placed for Hama of the Riddermark – member #10344

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – NO

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
None

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES – Which one?

Green Dragon
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Character Description:

NAME: Roryn

AGE: 45

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: A bow, a quiver of arrows and a sword.

APPEARANCE: Looks weary, as if he is twice as old as he really is. He has a brown beard that is kept neatly trimmed close to the chin and a moustache of the same colour. He has shoulder length dark brown hair and dark green eyes which are always alert and restless, unlike the rest of his face.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He dislikes people looking at him directly in the face, as it could lead to him being recognised and revealed by them later. He is slightly paranoid, but has a deep trust in those he knows, especially those rangers that he often works with. He often likes to slink off while nobody's looking, and then appear from up ahead confirming that all is clear. Morally fairly strong, enough that he knows where the mark is, and he always endeavours not to put a foot over it. He is a deadly shot with a bow, like all rangers, and it is rare for him to miss a declared target, at almost any possible range. He likes the simple pleasures in life, good food, good ale and good tobacco, and always tries to procure all three after a hard day's slogging across the woodland around Ithilien.

HISTORY: A loyal soldier of Gondor, he often skirmished with the other rangers in the War of the Ring. He attacked Harradrim convoys, easterling patrols, even the scouting patrols of orc trackers. His bow claimed many a victim in the enemy ranks, but he was completely unfazed by the seemingly hard life that a ranger had to live. That was, until, the end of the war. The months of fighting had taken their toll on Roryn physically and mentally. He is not as full of joviality as he used to be, and his bones are less supple than they used to be. In his eyes his finest moment was shooting a mumak in both eyes, blinding it and causing it to throw off the construction on its back, killing a score of Harradrim. In the siege of Gondor Roryn stood on the walls picking off orcs with his bow until all his arrows were spent, whereupon he ditched his bow and drew his sword. He retreated to the second tier with the survivors and braced for death. From the ramparts after the charge of the Rohirrim he picked off many of the remaining few orcs with his bow. He pursued the forces of the enemy long, only stopping when he had cut down those he could see. He returned to Minas Tirith and continued his life’s work of protecting Gondor, even though there were few foes, and they were far between.

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Hama of the Riddermark’s post

Roryn sat in the high branches of the trees of Ithilien smoking his pipe. He was almost invisible to anyone that would have looked up, but there were few people to look up into the trees in search of enemies now. He settled himself with his back to the tree trunk, with his legs bent upward in front of him, outstretched to the extent that is was comfortable, but gave adequate support. His bow hung off a small branch next to him and his quiver of arrows with it. He knew it was reckless to leave them there, but then, he reasoned, it was reckless to go to war as he had done. He remembered the day well of the Pellenor fields.

He let a whistle escape him. He started to hum a tune. He didn’t know where it came from or what it meant; only that it was a nice song. He supposed it was one of his own compositions, but he couldn’t be sure, as he had heard so many songs…


Green be the fields of silver,
Green be the land of ours,
White is the tree restored,
White is the crown of stars.

He knew it was awful, but he chuckled anyhow. It was about Gondor and its beauty, and so it was good enough for a mid-day hum in the middle of a wood. He smiled to himself. He hadn’t really before now truly appreciated what a beautiful place Gondor was, he had seen it ravaged too much by war for that. He sat in the tranquil of the woods and took another long drag on his pipe. He smiled once again, then unhooked his bow and quiver, slung them over his back and dropped down branch by branch until he hit the forest floor. A leaf crunched under him and he sighed, he was out of practice somewhat.

He made his way through the undergrowth slowly, picking carefully his route so as to avoid making noise. There were still things here that would not look kindly on a ranger of Gondor. He reached the edge of the woods within a few minutes and surveyed the horizon, nothing, good. He set off at a run in the direction of Minas Tirith…

[Everdawn]

Hama-

I already have a ranger, id still love to have a proposal from you though, would you consider changing your character to a traveller? This is just so that you wont have to change the bulk of your post. Or maybe one of the soldiers?Is that ok?

-Everdawn.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 1:14 PM January 26, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Eorl of Rohan]

SAVED for COMPLETE Character Description and First Post for one of the Guards

Eorl

Check your PM's.

~*~ Piosenniel, Game Moderator

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 12:03 PM January 26, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Eorl of Rohan]

I'm not done, but I have to go. I'll post the history and the paragraph later.

Check your PM's, please.

Character Descriptions without a First Post are being sent back to their writers - re-post when you have everything ready.

~*~ Piosenniel, Game Moderator

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 11:58 AM January 26, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Eladain Moruviel]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES, the Fall of Greenwood the Great

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? none


3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES, the Green Dragon Inn

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NAME: Delphinous, most people just call him Del though

AGE: 38

RACE: Man of Dol Amroth

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS : Delphinous’ main weapon is his lever-action, urak hai cross bow. It has been modified slightly to

add to accuracy, and rate of fire. Del was given the crossbow by his father, before the War; but how his father

came into possession of this weapon was unknown to anyone. Del carries a short scimitar that he purchased

from a trader as well, but his main weapon is the crossbow, with which he has become very skilled with over the years. He also keeps a small, bone handled dagger in his boot as a last-ditch defense.

APPEARANCE: Delphinous is a tall, dark-haired man, with a small goatee that has begun to gray long before it’s

time. He wears his raven hair slightly above shoulder length, and lets it hang loosely about his face. His features

are very pronounced, with high cheekbones, and an aquiline nose. This gives him a grim look, and long years of

tracking his particular kind of pray have only served to add to this grimness. His entire body was a road map of scars tracing the surface of his leathery skin. He wore the marks proudly, like medals; each one reminding him of a someone unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of his crossbow or scimitar. He normally wears dark gray, loose fitting breeches, and an ebony colored tunic with a crimson rose over his heart. Around his waist, he wears a black

leather belt, studded with silver. He has his quiver, and crossbow slung across his back, and his scimitar hangs on the opposite side. His feet are clad in dark, knee-high leather boots. Over this all, he wears a long, travel-stained cloak.


PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Delphinous has a strong, commanding personality, which often comes off as gruff; and has been hardened by long years of "man hunting". He is very calm,quiet, and not easily disturbed, but when aroused to anger, he is a force to be reckoned with!

He mistrusts most people, and has never had reason to do otherwise, not in his line of work anyway. Del is always

patient, sometimes waiting days for a chance to catch his quarry. Never having been entirely comfortable around people, Del prefers to keep mostly to himself, only going into civilization when he has to.


HISTORY: Del’s father and older brother were veterans of the Great War, but Del had been unable to fight because he had been bed-ridden from a severe riding accident, and recovered some months after the war was over. He hadn’t known his father very well, he had always been a hard, cold man. After returning from the war, his father had been worse, spending most of his time wandering the forest out side of their manor.

His family had always been well off, his father being a knight in the King’s army, but after his father had died, Del’s brother had foolishly squandered all of his father’s wealth away. After that, Del had struck out on his own, and soon found out that he was well suited to bounty hunting

After some years of living mostly in the wilderness, tracking anyone with a price on his head, Del had amassed a fair amount of money. He traveled back home, hoping to restore his family honor and estates; but when he arrived, he found that his mother had long since died, and his ancestral estates had been destroyed by a fire. Grieved by this

discovery, he had returned to that which he knew best: bounty hunting.

That had been almost fifteen years ago, and he had been able to live off of the bounties he received, but it still wasn’t enough, he desperately needed a big job, one that would pay well,. So he decided to head for Minas Tirith to see if he could improve his fortunes any.

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Eladain Moruviel's post

"I’ll give you fifteen for it, and not a penny more!" the shopkeeper shouted.

"Great Eru man, do you take me for a fool?!? I’ll take twenty-five for it and no less!" Delphinous retorted indignity. "I’ll give you twenty, and that’s my final offer!" Del knew that he would find no better offer anywhere in the city,

so he reluctantly handed over the ring his mother had given him so long ago. He had thought he would never part with it, something to always him of his mother, but it would do him no good if he was dead of starvation, and he had eaten the last of his supplies yesterday. Pocketing the money, he went to the large market in the center of Minas Tirith. Twenty silver pennies wouldn’t last him for more than a few days, he would have to find work, and soon too.

He had come to Minas Tirith hoping to find a job, but apparently, they’re weren’t very many wanted men in this part of the world. When his money ran out, he would have to move on. How quickly those few silver pennies ran out, and still no work, but finally, he got wind of something that could change his fortunes forever. The word on the street was that the widow Il Galoth was funding some sort of expedition to find a certain relative, and what’s more, she was paying very well. This wasn’t Del’s usual line of work, but perhaps he could make something out of it.

He went to the Red Fox Inn, where he had made a few "connections" sense had had come to the capitol. The Red Fox was not the most reputable of places, but in his kind of work, it was the best place to start. The suffocating smell of pipe smoke and ale was almost enough to crush him as he walked into the dimly lit interior of the Inn, but he soon spotted his man and quickly went over and sat next to him. "tell me Eladain,what do you know of this widow Il Galoth?" "Plenty, but it could cost ya." replied the man In one swift movement, Del had him face down on the table, arms behind his back "Now, how bout you tell me, and I won’t brake your arm?" He snarled. "Of course, I were only foolin’ I’ll tell ya anything ya need to know"


After finding out all he could, Delphinous headed to the Army department. After waiting several hours, he was finally admitted to see the head officer. "Word has reached me that an expedition to find Guriel Il Galoth. It has also reached my ears that he betrayed a troop of your men to the enemy, resulting in the death of almost all of them. Perhaps the army would pay to have said traitor brought back for trial and execution?" At first the officer looked confused, but then he broke into a smile. " heh heh heh, Now where did you get that idea?" He half turned to dismiss Del, but then he thought better of it "Wait here, I’ll be right back" he said as he left the room.

When he returned ten minutes later, he had a grim look on his face. "Well?" inquired Del impatiently? "what’s the news?" "I’ve talked it over with some certain people, and we have decided that we could pay you the sum of, say

10,000 gold if you could bring this Gurial Il Galoth back, unofficially of course, and no questions asked on your part" Chuckling, Delphinous replied "I knew you’d warm up to me, I’ll get in touch with the widow tomorrow, and then be on my way. A pleasure doing business with you sir! Good day" And with that, Del went out.

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I’d like to submit my post, for character #5, the first traveler, but it could be edited to fit another character .

If I get the excepted, I’ll add to my first post the part where Del joins up with the group

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 4:49 AM January 28, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Amanaduial the archer]

Alright, the slightly edited form of my profile and first post, as requested by Everdawn:

Character Description Form:
1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES – Which one?

(the three Inns), Brotherhood, a story from the Last Alliance, Lets Have the Party Here!, Rivendell, Cirith Ungol, The Undying Lands, Last Hope for Moria, Wolf Run, Search for the Lost Messenger, Gondorian House Call, Shadow of Umbra, Ride to the Dark Side, The Ambassador’s Son, Escape from Nurn, An Audience with the King, Kidnapped!, Roll Out The Barrels

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? 3

List them, please: Brotherhood, a Story from the Last Alliance; Last Hope for Moria; The Ambassador’s Son

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES – Which one? Both
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For your character please include:

NAME: Atharen (ah-THA-ren)

AGE: 34

RACE: Man - Ranger

GENDER: male

WEAPONS: A two handed broadsword which he can wield with considerable strength and agility for its side is in a sheath at his left side, and is what he uses in a larger scale fight. However, he can fight primarily with his left hand, something which may deceive an enemy and buy him a few valuable seconds in a fight; he has a shorter sword, a dirk, at his other side, in a discreet, plain, black sheath as opposed to the more ornate one of his broadsword, which is the most valuable material thing that he carries. The dirk is about the length of his fore-arm, maybe an inch shorter than from the inside of the elbow to the wrist. Also, a few more pieces litter his person, including another dirk worn strapped to his back or his belt; when strapped to his back it is mostly hidden from sight by his usual dark cloak, apart from the hilt which protrudes from behind his right shoulder, an inch or two behind and to the side of his ear – this means he can grab it with his right hand (by reaching upwards across his chest to it) and fight with both if necessary.

APPEARANCE: His age would be hard to place; his face seems no older really than if he was in his mid-twenties, yet at times, such as in the telling of tales or in anger, his eyes would tell of many more years than his appearance shows. These eyes are so deep brown as to be almost black, unreadable, which is strange bearing in mind his hair, which is lightened almost to blonde in places from being outside so much; it comes down to his jaw, as he can’t have it too long for practicality’s sake. He is quite tall and could be described as gaunt, especially at the time when he meets Maen, standing at nearly 6ft, and, despite his obvious strength which suggests somewhere on that frame there must be muscles, he still looks like he could do with a few meals. His face is, unusually for one who spends much of his time outside, quite pale, something he inherited from his parents, and his bone structure pronounced, his chin covered in stubble. A white, slightly raised scar, runs slanted down the left side of his face, from his left temple to his jawline, about an inch and a half from his chin. He wears practical, dark clothes, mainly leather or hard-wearing, sturdy material; his breeches are dark, dark brown, covered to just below the knee with a pair of long boots of soft animal-skin; a high, v-necked jerkin of tough almost black leather covers his torso over a shirt of dark, hard-wearing Rohirrim cotton; over this he wears a long cloak, black and hooded. His right ring finger and little ringer are missing.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Atharen seems to view the world as an outsider, sometimes seeing it with a suppressed, anger or disappointment, and sometimes with a sort of bemused, cynical amusement. It is not a world which has treated him particularly kindly, naturally, and his ‘profession’ has led him a rough road (not as rough as some, he considers though – this is not the view of an optimist, simply that of someone who has measured out the facts and come to a logical conclusion. This may tell you something about the way Atharen’s mind works), and he does not expect much from it for himself, but he resents injustice of any kind towards others. A gentleman in courtesy. He has a sort of watchful stillness about him that, along with those dark, unreadable eyes, unnerves many who he meets, especially those rich merchants who have too many secrets; it is the air of a hunter, a sort of scrutinising interest before the pounce. Sincere and loyal to those close to him, he does not, however, give his trust easily, and his friendships are therefore long but rare; unforgiving to those who betray this trust, and unrelenting in anger.

HISTORY: His father was one of the Dunedain, but married a Rohirrim woman who was not of the same high blood. He knows little about his father; his mother was beautiful and only seventeen when she married the ranger so strangely unaffected by age, and his parent’s romance was passionate but too brief for both of them, as he rode to his death against the bands stubbornly remaining wild men within the first ten years of their marriage, nine years after the boy’s birth; his mother, Teris did not find it easy to talk about him, and as he grew, Atharen’s likeness to his father caused his mother both incredible love and terrible pain. She brought the boy up as best as she could, running an Inn with her oldest brother, and because of this, the boy was always surrounded by his many uncles, all five of whom (excluding the Innkeeper) were soldiers. Their tales of battle always enchanted him, and his mother, aging before her time, sometimes would join in with the stories Atharen’s father had told her. Between his father and his uncles, Atharen developed his skill with sword and daggers, and his mother taught him to ride when she could find the time. When he was nearly eighteen years old, his mother revealed to him what his father had left before he rose away for the last time and, safe in the knowledge her son had discovered the wild life that called to him as it had called to his father, Teris died, a strange disease taking her away before she has even reached forty.

After his mother’s death, the young man had nothing much tying him to Rohan; although he liked to continue to visit the Inn of his chidhood, running it was never what he had wanted to do so, allowing one of his older cousins to have his share, he departed. He was no shyling – he fought in the War of the Ring, alongside his mother’s brothers, two of whom fell, but not long after this, he departed to take a different path. Despite his uncles’ urgings to join the army as they had, Atharen deigned to take the same wandering existence of his father and ancestors and, through high and low, has continued to do so for the past fifteen years; acquaintances have passed in and out of his life, but he still has true friends of all sorts in many places, Gondor being one of them, and a place that he has always been fond of.
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Amanaduial's post

The dark, cloaked figure marched grimly on through the drizzle of the early morning which was rapidly turning into a full blown thunderstorm. Not downpour though, with this wind, he thought abstractly. Maybe…sidepour. He smiled grimly to himself and continued to squelch on through mud until his feet met the more even land of a path.

Atharen looked down at the path and smiled wanly, before raising his eyes to his right, squinting against the rain and the wind. After a few moments of battling with the rain, he gave up, having been rewarded only with a face full of water instead of a glimpse of the city he looked for. But no matter; he could find his way to Minas Tirith blindfolded. Or, failing that, through enough rain to drown a small oliphaunt. Atharen made it his business to visit the citadel at least once every two years – he had friends there, and one of his mother’s uncles now lived there with his wife and daughters. Atharen smiled slightly, recalling that detail – Merien always gave him a fine welcome. A lady, she was, a fine lady; even though she was the daughter of a soldier and a seamstress, the young woman proved that it was not only high birth that could make a lady...

Distracted in his musings and memories, his hearing muffled by the rain, the man did not hear the hooves until they were quite close, and then they seemed amplified, the hooves of a mighty stallion. Whirling around, he pulled the two dirks from his belt and his back in his hands (the sword had the irritating habit of sticking somewhat in the rain, and until he could get warm and dry, getting it out would probably be rather ill-advised if he ever wished to get it back in again), and stood against the approaching horse, left hand in front so the blade was easily visible, the right held to one side, ready to help with the attack if need be. A crack of lightning striking the tableau would have given it a rather menacing look…

…if the horse had not been a rather small, plump mare, upon which was seated a young woman. Because of the rain now coming in sheets against his face, despite his deep hood, Atharen did not realise his mistake until it was too late; the horse reared, panicked, and it’s rider fell with a cry. The ranger sprung lightly to the side as the horse’s hooves started to come down, ducking underneath them and coming to rest by it’s left side, one dirk held to the throat of the fallen rider…and his eyes widened in shock as he realised who the rider was a young woman, in her twenties he guessed, her blonde hair streaming with rainwater, sprawled on the ground. Hastily sheathing one dirk, he held out a hand to the woman, bending slightly. “My lady, I apologise – I did not realise.”

The woman glared hostilely at the ranger and got to her feet herself, gracefully considering she had just fallen. She was some inches shorter than Atharen, but her hazel eyes were fierce. She looked at the ranger with a mixture of scorn and fear, and seemed to be scrutinising him; a man who looked only a few years older than herself, his blonde hair darkened by the rain and falling in bedraggled curls to his jaw, his skin pale from the cold with a scar standing out on one cheek. His eyes kept her gaze and after a moment he felt prompted to make a move; it was freezing cold and wet, and Atharen wanted to make it to the city before the full light of day was upon the city - already the first tendrils of light were appearing over the horizon. “This is a dangerous road for a young woman to be riding on at such a late hour.”

The woman gave a small, angry snort before turning and re-mounting the mare, who glared at Atharen quite as hostilely as it’s owner. “It is not dangerous unless madmen with two swords are lying in wait to terrorise young women.”

Atharen blinked at the comment, then smiled slightly despite himself. “I was not lying in wait. I was attempting to get to the city of Minas Tirith, coming from Rohan, although the weather has not been overly kind.” The woman was watching him again, and she was getting wetter and wetter still. What’s more, she was unarmed. Ever since he was young, Atharen had been raised to be courteous, and had always resented and acted against the way men often tried to treat his mother in the Inn when her brothers were away. In this case, it was partly his fault that the woman had been waylaid, so it would only be polite to…

“May I escort you back to Minas Tirith, lady?”

She stared at him. “Why do you think I am going to Minas Tirith?”

Atharen smiled slightly, but not patronisingly, the night-shadows on his face making his eyes seem even darker and more mischievous. “At this time of night, I hardly think you’d be going this way and travelling anywhere else. Please, you are unarmed, and this is not a safe road – after all, there could be all sorts of madmen with a pair of swords lying in wait.” He grinned and waited for her reply.

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[piosenniel]

Aman and Everdawn

I removed Aman's Character Bio and Post from Everdawn's previous post.

~*~ Pio

[Kransha]

If there's room left, I'll slip a character in here. He can be one of the travellers.

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – No

How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? None

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – Yes, the Green Dragon

NAME: Idruil

AGE: 39

RACE: Man of Minas Tirith

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Idruil has very few possessions besides his weapons, so he values them greatly. He has a one-handed short sword with one half of the cross-guard missing, which he inherited from his father, his most valued object, a round buckler shield that he usually wears on his back that bears a crude family crest carved on it, and a pair of miniscule throwing knives, one kept in his belt and the other in his boot for emergencies. He’s quite frankly horrible with most ranged weapons and doesn’t bother with them, though he’s accurate enough with the knives.

APPEARANCE: Idruil is often mistaken for being older than he is because of his aged look. He has brownish hair with a few strands of early grey. His face is rough and hidden by a very full beard. His hazel eyes are often half closed and he seems to carry a strange weariness around with him. His skin is darker from years of being primarily outdoors and he’s not especially strong or fast.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Idruil seems like a very tired person when he’s not in combat. He speaks slowly but firmly and doesn’t like making tough decisions. He will get easily bored and ignores most everybody around him. He doesn’t care very much about others, unless they have something he needs. His strength is that, being so slow and precise; he is often very thoughtful and can usually see a good way out of most situations. His weakness is that being indecisive, he often reacts to something too late, which can be a fatal flaw at times.

HISTORY:
Idruil is a man weary of life. He has searched for a majority of life for some kind of adventure. His father, a Gondorian warrior of an old family, died during the Battle of Pelennor Fields. Though the two of them never shared any great bond, Idruil still honored his father’s word and took up the possessions he had as his inheritance. His mother, also a born and bred citizen of the White City, died years before. The only real thing he has of his family to remember is the stories that he was told as a boy. He always looked for an opportunity to use the blade of his father in something other than a bar fight, but has rarely seen such a chance. He didn’t go into the Gondorian military, as his parents had hoped, but simply wandered aimlessly looking for that goal. He has occasionally worked as a mercenary in Lebennin, spending time in Pelargir and learning what he could from the sailors there. Though he considers himself old, he would still jump at the chance to do something worthwhile.
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Kransha's post

Idruil hummed quietly to himself, scratching nonchalantly at the stubble around his beard. He sniffed the air, letting the cornucopia of smells fill him. The mélange was not particularly savory so he continued, gently kicking the haunches of his steed. He goaded the horse to the side, tugging on the reins to turn him. He proceeded down the angled streets of Minas Tirith, occasionally glancing up at the upper levels and sighing, then returning his gaze to whatever empty patch of street lay directly ahead of him.

His eyes looked up from beneath the tattered red hood to see the other people on nearby. Many were on foot, and some were rudely staring at him. He dismissed them, not caring who noticed him or what they thought of him. That never mattered to Idruil, others’ opinion. He only cared for his own needs and how they related to him. Some would call that selfish, but he considered it minding his own business.

Riding aimlessly had grown tiring, though, and he resolved to get some exercise on his own two feet, rather than the four of a horse. The slow-moving steed halted and snorted impatiently as Idruil swung his legs over its side and narrowly avoided falling off. He dusted himself off for no particular reason and grabbed the horse’s reins again with one hand. He staggered forward weakly, getting used to using his legs again and walked on, still as aimless as ever, through the streets with the horse close behind. Perhaps he could find some place to sit down and get a drink, which he sorely needed.

He headed towards another clump of city buildings, talking to himself under his breath, and walked towards the foremost one.

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Hope that works...

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 1:28 PM January 26, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[piosenniel]

If you find an "edited by" on your submission - it's just me, setting up your First Post to be easily transferred to the game should your character be accepted.

~*~ Pio, Game Mod

[Saraphim]

1) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? One, in progress.

2) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? One, Last Hope for Moria

3) Have you posted in the Green Dragon Inn or the White Horse in Rohan? Yes, The Green Dragon
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Name: Sethe Morrigan

Age: 24

Race: human

Gender: male

Weapons: Average, unadorned sword, roughly three feet in length. A hunting bow, and a knife, possibly the most expensive thing Sethe owns, which has a horse-head as the hilt and sapphires for eyes. He usually uses it to skin animals.

Appearance: Sethe has shoulder length, dark brown hair and eyes, average skin tone for one who is from Gondor. He wears leather armor and boots, and is six feet tall, with medium build.

Personality/ Strengths/Weaknesses: Sethe is the most unnoticeable man you could find. This comes in useful, because Sethe is a thief (actually, he is technically a kleptomaniac, but those kind of words don’t really have any meaning in Middle-Earth.). He never steals anything big or important, just things that may be annoying if found missing. This by no means makes him very popular, which suits him just fine. He travels a lot, and sometimes, if he has nothing better to do, (or no other choice.) he will fight orcs. He is not very good with his weaponry, but he is very agile and quiet, and relies mostly on his mind and wit to get him out of various fixes.

History: Sethe was born and raised in Minas Tirith. His family is not noble, but not poor either, he is just about middle class, or as close to it as possible. When he was seventeen he ran away to become a member of the Navy of Dol Amroth, but went the wrong way and ran out of money and means of travel by the time he reached the Westfold. He worked in a tavern there for a while, and tried to be a Rider of Rohan, but he found he could not ride a horse. So, in a fit of annoyance, he went north and had some minor adventures in the Bree Area.
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Saraphim's post

Sethe looked about him. He breathed the air of his home. Smiling, he shouldered his pack and entered the low levels of the city, looking this way and that for anyone he knew. Failing to accomplish this, he moved through the evening crowds to an old building near the center of the city. He stood looking at it, at the sign that bore the name of his family, and his heart swelled with pride. It was an inn, and, by the looks of things, one of the busiest in the city. Sethe moved inside, jostled by the occupants, who were getting drunk and boisterous over something.

Approaching the bar, He recognized a man who was arguing with a customer over the price of his bill. The man finally got fed up and punched the customer in the nose. Stepping over the unconscious customer, Sethe whacked the man on the back of the head. This succeeded in getting Sethe a black eye.

“Heron! You stupid fool!” cried Sethe, clutching his eye. “Is that how you greet your brother?”

“Only if he attacks me in the middle of workin’!” bawled Heron, who, nevertheless, wrapped Sethe up in a bear hug.

A while later, they sat at a table in the corner, and watched the drunk travelers slowly finish and move upstairs to their various rooms.

“Well, Heron, it’s quite a hole you’ve made for yourself here, isn’t it?” said Sethe, who had a raw piece of meat on his eye.

“It pays for things, and gives Hildico a good life,” replied Heron.

“Hildico? How is my little niece?” asked Sethe.

“Well, not so little anymore. You’ve been gone for seven years, you know. She is sixteen now, and one of the prettiest girls you could find.” Heron said, full of pride, “ She’s got a decent education under her belt, and works as a maid for some extra money. I’m sure she’s upstairs asleep by now, but she may be reading. I can’t get that girl to stop with those books of hers.”

“Well, do you mind if I go see if she’s awake? I have something for her, and for you too, now that I think about it,” said Sethe, pulling something out of his pack. It was a large, leather pouch stuffed full of pipe-weed.

“Sethe!” Exclaimed Heron, then, looking suspiciously around the room, became much quieter “This is halfling’s weed, isn’t it? This would cost me…” His voice trailed off and he narrowed his eyes at Sethe. “You didn’t steal this, did you?”

“Heron,” said Sethe, looking hurt, “how could you accuse me of something so vile?”

“Because you do it all the time!” said Heron, but Sethe had already slapped the meat on the table and was halfway up the stairs before Heron could accuse him further.

In the dark corridor, Sethe listened quietly to the sounds of the sleeping travelers. At the end of the hall, there was another stairway, which led to a single door. He knocked softly, and said
“Hildico! Open up, lassie!”

The door slowly opened and a young girl stood there, dressed in a nightgown. When she saw Sethe, her face froze with fear, then she recognized him.

“Uncle Sethe!” she squealed, and leapt down onto him in a happy embrace. When he pushed her off of him, she pulled him inside, to a small, tidy kitchen with several rooms leading off. A single candle burned on the table and a tiny fireplace spread warmth throughout the dwelling.

“How are you?” she exclaimed. “My, it must have been three months since you last wrote!”

“Well, I was coming back home,” said Sethe, settling himself down at the table. Hildico busied herself making him some tea. “And I didn’t want to waste much time in writing a letter that would only get here a week before me. But I have a gift.” He drew a small, shining bracelet from his breast pocket. “This is for you,” He helped her clasp it around her wrist, and she gasped as he drew his hands away.

“It’s Elven made,” Sethe said proudly. “ I had much more trouble getting it than I had with your father’s gift, but it’s worth it to see your happy face.”

“Uncle, it… it’s beautiful!” Hildico said.

“But lassie, I’m dying to know what it was you wrote to me about! I came all the way back to hear it!”

“All right,” said Hildico. “You know that I’m working as a maid, for a noble family? Well, the family I’ve been working with for some time now has a daughter, about your age, I think, who has some sort of mission she wants to go on. She’s looking for participants. Apparently, there’s gold involved, so I immediately thought of you.”

“Why thank you,” said Sethe, whose interest had perked up. “I’d like to meet this lady and see what sort of quest she has in mind.”

“I thought as much,” said Hildico, "tomorrow, come with me when I go to work, and I will introduce you.”

Sethe smiled and drank his tea.

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[Thengal]

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? No.

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? None.

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? Yes, The Green Dragon.

Thengal's Character

Name: Carathir

Age: 20

Race: Easterling

Gender: Male

Location: Gondor

WEAPONS: Carathir carries only an ornatly crafted scimitar that was a gift to him by his father.

APPEARANCE: Carthir stands about 5'11 and is phsically not very big. He is a handsome man with dark hair and big brown eyes.

PERSONALITY: Carathir has a good heart and likes to help people. He strives to seperate himself from his past, but he also has a dark side. He forgets himself at times and acts rashly. The lessons he learned as a child are heard to forget....

HISTORY: Carathir is an Easterling, a man from the Sea of Rhun, an enemy of Gondor. His uncle, Ulwarth, was the king of the Balchoth tribe. Carathir's uncle had adopted him when he was 5 years old, after his father had perished fighting at Minas Tirith. Carathir had left his uncle’s hall, on the coast of the Rhun, not more than a month ago.
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Thengal's post

Carathir shook his head and banged his fist into his palm in frustration. Lysia had done so much for him, first by saving him from the Gondorian king’s judgment, then by befriending him over the last few weeks and teaching him the Gondorian customs. Carathir had been unable to return the favor, though he clearly saw that Lysia carried some great burden. Carathir wanted to rush into the library now, go to the woman, and make her speak her gloomy thoughts to him.

Carathir would not yet be so bold with his new friend, however. He would find the key to her pain in time, he vowed, but right now he had his own dilemma to overcome. Carathir made his way into his private chambers, which Lysia had provided for him, deep in thought.

Carathir was an Easterling, a man from the Sea of Rhun, an enemy of Gondor. His uncle, Ulwarth, was the king of the Balchoth tribe. Carathir's uncle had adopted him when he was 5 years old, after his father had perished fighting at Minas Tirith. Carathir had left his uncle’s hall, on the coast of the Rhun, not more than a month ago. The words of his uncle still echoed in his thoughts, “Go Carathir, my son, go and save yourself from my fate and the fate of all those who trusted the treachery the Dark Lord. Do not be caught in the snares of power and greed, like we all were. Leave this forsaken land and do not return. Go and seek your fortunes in the wide world. Hearts as pure as yours should not be bound here, to wither and die like those of our people.”

After much debate Carathir finally made the decision to leave the home he had known for the 20 years of his life. Carathir’s brother’s called him a “coward” and a “dog of Gondor.” They told him that his father would have been ashamed to call Carathir his son. They said that no man, of any worth, would ever leave his people to run off to the lands of the West because times were bad. After the War, the Easterling tribes had fallen into poverty and despair. They had put all their resources into the war against Gondor and lost everything, including an entire generation of young men. They had petty squabbles over barren pieces of rock, so that they could scrap out barely enough to survive. They were raided by roving bands of orcs who stole what petty land, around the Sea of Rhun, they had left. With the words of his brothers echoing in his head, Carathir rode from the land of his people never to return.

Suddenly, a knock came to his door that shook him from his daydream. He rose to answer the call at his door, but Lysia had already let herself in. “Carathir, I need you to do something for me,” she said suddenly. He was startled by her openness and the troubled look on her face. He wished much to do what ever he could for this kind woman, whom had showed him so much compassion. She paused and he waited for her to continue. “Well it starts like this…”

The entire tale was related to him from beginning to end, twice over. Carathir pondered over every word of her tale trying to fit himself into it somehow. He wished to do what he could, but getting tangled up with a traitor to Gondor, considering where he was from, was not an advisable course of action. “What do you need from me?” he finally asked her. “I need you to go with Maen, Carathir.” “She needs stout companions and you are a splendid choice, my young man.” She looked sincerely into his eyes searching for a reaction to the question. The request surprised he a little, but then the shadows of his past started creeping into his mind. Does this Gondorian wench what me to do her dirty work for her?. He tried to shake the thought from his mind, but it came back stronger.Take the Legacy. Take the Legacy. Carathir thought he left that part of him back home. That evil hate instilled in him from birth. He battled it all his life, he fought to become his own person. He lost the battle against it in a matter of minutes. “Yes!” he suddenly burst out. At first Lysia was startled by the outburst, but then a smile spread across her face. “Good, I thought that’s what you’d say,” she said as she patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll fetch Lysia and tell her she has a new companion!” she said as she scurried out of the room.

Carathir sat alone with his brother’s taunts echoing through him. His thoughts grew dark and clouded. He lost sight of the man he thought he was. I’ll show them. Then we’ll see whose laughing when I return rich and become a hero of our people! He wrung his hands with delight and a wicked smile spread across his face. Then, he rose from his bed and began preparing his things. So, a scheme began to hatch in his mind of how he would recover the gold and slip away without causing too much of an uproar. smilies/evil.gif

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[Melisil]

2 or 3) Guard - male –Gondor - Sent by the king, hearing of the legacy to arrest Guriel Il Galoth- Cannot let anyone else know what he really is doing on expedition or that he is a guard, so he will have to make up an excuse.

--Here is my guard's post, I hope you enjoy it!
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Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Which one? Last

Hope for Moria

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? 1

List them, please: Last Hope for Moria

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? –

YES – Which one? The Green Dragon Inn

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For your character please include:

NAME: Aelimur

AGE: 29

RACE: Men

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: He weilds both a shortsword and a longsword. A bow hangs at his back. He preffers not to use this unless needed though

APPEARANCE: Aelimur is a tall, Gondor born man. He has a long, stern face, with a look that shows he has seen too much for his time. Long legs and arms. He has brown, slightly wavy hair coming down to about the middle of his neck. Aelimur has fairly deep set, sea green eyes.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Aelimur has a very strong attitude: When he talks, people tend to listen. You can tell by looking at him that he knows how to get something done, and usually does fairly quickly. He is a born fighter, and is now, after just over a year of practice, and over 8 years experience in war, he is a very strong, and skilled soldier in the art of war. Aelimur is very determined to what he sets his mind to and usually very practical about it too. He has been trained in military tactics since he was young as well as having private tutors educate him from the time he was 7, 'till the time he was 16 years old.

He preffers to be with other military men, but if he is not, Aelimur knows how to get along with others farely well. The few times Aelimur tries to relax, he does so either by hunting, or being at the local pub telling a tale.

HISTORY: Aelimur was born and raised in Minas Tirith. His family was an extremely wealthy, and noble liniage. Because of this, he was brought up surrounded by three things: tutors, military men, and parties. From the time he was twenty, 'till he was twenty-one, Aelimur sharpened his sword handling with many of the greatest sword masters, so he is by now a very skilled warrior.

Aelimur is very loyal to King Elessar, and has met him on several occasions after the ring-war because of his family's social status. So naturally, when Elessar asked Aelimur and a fellow member of the guard to go on this mission of certain revenge, he was only too happy to accept.

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Melisil's post

Aelimur marched into King Elessar's throne room. His uniform on, and his helmet under his arm. When he was a few feet in front of the throne he bowed lowly to his lord.

"You called sire?" he said, standing full height again, "What service may I complete for you highness?"

Elessar, also known as Aragorn by some, nodded. "Yes Aelimur, son of Dalemun. I wish for you to carry out a task for me. I have heard news that Maén, daughter of Miradir Il Galoth- one of our greater soldiers- retired now, is gathering together a group of men and woman to seek out Guriel Il Galoth, cousin of
Miradir, and murderer of Miradir's brother. I am most sure she wishes to seek revenge on him of one kind or another." Elessar stopped for a moment, "Aelimur, I want you and one other member of my guard- whom I will disclose to you later- to join their party. You cannot be known as a member of my guard though, as she knows I do not agree to this. Join them, as a traveller say, and find Guriel with them. If and when you do, I want the two of you to arrest him, before continuing back here at Minas Tirith for his proper... how shall I say... repayment?"

Aelimur listened to all of this very closely. "I understand sire. When will we go, and where will we be going?"

"You will be going to the house of the widow Lysia Il Galoth. That is where she is gathering people." Elessar replied, "When, I am not sure; Three days at most, hopefully two, and if you can, tommorow. In other words: as soon as possible."

Aelimur nodded. "Yes your highness. Shall I return to my watch now sir?"

Elessar nodded, "Yes Aelimur. And after your watch is finished, go to your manor and make ready for the trip you will be taking. Remember though that you should not be discovered as a member of Gondor's guard. And do not worry about the amount of time it will take, if you return him here, arrested(or otherwise in your command) you will be well rewarded. Either way though, I will be glad in you."

"No reward is needed for me to be honored in serving you my lord." Aelimur stated, doing a short bow to the King once more before turning around and marching out of the courtyard.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 4:28 AM January 27, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Kransha]

I would also be willing to switch from a traveler to one of the guards or even spies if necessary. Whatever is most convenient for the RPG.

[Everdawn]

I would prefer to have more character sheets for the guards, there are just so many people trying for the indipendents, i had no idea they would be so popular! A

nd can i tell you it is making it a very hard decision for me. When i do have the whole list of characters it will be those characters who i feel fit the story the best, and nothing to do with the individual writing capacity of the writer.

-Everdawn.

EDIT: Dear me! I almost forgot. A reminder to put into your first posts, something which suggests why your character should want to go to Ithilien to find Guriel, (gold/grudge/nice person?) etc.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 10:09 PM January 26, 2004: Message edited by: Everdawn ]

[Kransha]

As I said, I could switch to being one of the guards. In fact, I've already got a form ready. If that guard is needed, I will write a first post and submit that form in place of the other.

[Everdawn]

That would be great.

[Eorl of Rohan]

I'll now post my full post again. The first part is going to be revised a lot.

[Melisil]

I'll change my description to a guard too then, I've got an idea ready pretty much already.

[Kransha]

This guy should do as a guard.
If this is accepted, I will retract my other character, officially

Character Description Form:

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – No

How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? None

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – Yes, the Green Dragon

NAME: Verthinor

AGE: 45

RACE: Man of Pelargir, Lebennin

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Average short spear, gilded short-sword with an inscription on it and and two silver eagles carved into the crossguard and a single piece of mithril in the pommel; a gift from a Gondorian noble who he did a service to some years ago, and a standard round Gondor shield with the heraldic device of Elendil upon it. Also has a simpler iron shield, with no emblem, brown and green.

APPEARANCE: Has a grey-black beard, very short, and short hair as well. He was once tall and is technically still tall, but he has since been physically dwarfed by the new Citadel Guards. He is surprisingly fast for his age, but not strong or healthy enough. He often tries to hide his age in whatever way possible, but his habit of consistent coughing hinders that. He has hazel eyes and a pale-skinned face.

As a Citadel Guard of Minas Tirith, he wears the traditional garb and armor fitting that role: A tight-fitting helmet with white bird’s wings carved on the top, a black robe with the emblem if Elendil, a white tree beneath a silver star and crown (Note: Only Citadel Guards can wear that emblem), and a silver chain mail hauberk for general protection.

When disguised to prevent anyone from knowing his position, he would keep the hauberk, but retire the use of his helmet and robe, instead taking up the more common bronze helmet and brown leather tunic that his father owned. He might also dismiss his Citadel Guard shield for a generic shield, just to look common enough for the role.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:
Vernithor is one of the most conservative and law-abiding of the Citadel Guards, even though all of them are so. He is a bit grizzled, but still friendly and ever-ready. He is sometimes caught off guard and very touchy about any mention of Gondor’s nobility or royalty. His strength lies in his experience and cunning, but his conservative views and strictness sometimes get out of hand. He also has a quick temper, which is an irritating weakness for him, a person who considers himself beyond temper tantrums.

HISTORY:
Born before the War of the Ring, Verthinor was raised on sailor’s stories in Pelargir. His father was a mercenary and soldier of Lebennin who joined the army of Gondor during the Ring War alongside his son. Vernithor’s father was killed in Osgiliath while Verthinor himself was posted at Minas Tirith to defend. For his bravery and actions supporting Gondor years before, he’d been honored with the position of Citadel Guard of Minas Tirith. He fought during the Battle of Pelennor Fields and was thought dead by his mother back in Pelargir, who succumbed to grief before she learned the truth.

After the war, Verthinor remained a Citadel Guard, becoming one of the older members of the group. He often tells stories and ballads to the younger guards about Gondor’s glory, but they have stopped listening. Know Verthinor simply does his duty, hoping for a chance to win back the favor of Minas Tirith’s new generation and prove that he isn’t just a relic of the Third Age.
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Kransha's post

Verthinor tore off his tall, close-fitting helmet and tucked it under his right arm as he walked almost aimlessly across the smooth white stones of Minas Tirith’s seventh level courtyard, sitting below the looming pinnacle of Ecthelion’s Tower. He stopped for a minute in his pacing to look up at the termination point of that tower and listened intently. At the exact moment he’d expected it, he heard the sound he was waiting for. The delicately crafted bell that hung aloft in the spire chimed firmly. Verthinor had stood in front of that tower for so long that he had the precise timing of that chime emblazoned in his mind. It was one of those strange routine idiosyncrasies that he’d picked up after years in the service.

He walked on, taking another passing glance at the intricate beauties of the White Tree of Gondor that stood before him in the Court of the Fountain. Just as everything else in the area, he’d nearly memorized every twisting, gently arching, gnarled branch of the tree so that he could’ve drawn a more accurate picture than any of the King’s scribes or tapestry-makers, if he had more artistic ability to speak of. He turned as nimbly as a middle-aged man could on his heels and stood, very still, contemplating.

It had been many years since he’d felt the warmth of combat, the excitement of battle. He chided himself mentally for thinking these thoughts. He knew there was no warmth or glorious fire in combat, only the cold sting of death. He knew that cold well, but he had forgotten its caustic bite. Now all that was left for him was yearning for another chance to feel that fire. What use was he to Gondor standing in front of a tree?

Again he scolded himself, more harshly. He was a Citadel Guard, a valued title for any warrior of Gondor, and a position he should be honored to fill. Yet, he still desired the feel of his sword twirling like a whirlwind in his hand, though he could no longer wield the blade as aptly as he had years ago. He knew how foolish it would be to give up such a position to go seek a fool’s adventure and a few more ounces of glory for a nation that needed none, but he could not resolve to continue standing in front of that tree, in the courtyard, listening for that chime every daylight hour.

There were no other guards on watch at the citadel. If he left, he might well be punished for leaving the doors of the great hall unattended, but he could not find a reason to stay within him. He would return as soon as he’d found an adequate retreat and tell the Guard Captain of his plan. Hopefully, after whatever use he found for himself was fulfilled, he would accepted back into his former role and resume his duty, with the satisfaction of knowing that he still had the fire within him.

He headed out of the Court of the Fountain, looking for adventure and muttering some random words to the tune of an old song he knew.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 4:32 AM January 27, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Eorl of Rohan]

Placed for Guard


1) no, I have not played in any barrow-down RPG

2)I am involved in no RPG

3)I've posted in the Green Dragon
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NAME: Ferethor Amandil

AGE: 27.

GENDER: Male

RACE: Mankind

WEAPONS

He usually wields a slender bow, not the sturdy crossbows that men usually use, but made in an elven-fashion. And he also carries a quiver of red-shafted arrows. In close combat he wields a slender blade, scarcly longer then a knife.

APPEARANCE

He has a pale complexion that strangly contrasts with his dark-brown eyes. Even when his eyes twinkle with merriment, or gleam in hatred, sadness of some unknown wrong is never entirely subdued.


Of course, when on duty, he wears the standard Gondorian armour of silver and sable.

But when he is not on duty, his clothing is practical yet common, except for a sturdy boot with silver tassels. He wears a dark-green cloak over his clothing, which aids in disguise in forest glades.

PERSONALITY, STRENGTH, WEAKNESSES:

He is self-possessed, and his anger is hard to kindle - but once aroused it will not be quenched easily. He can be ruthless in need, but is moved quickly to pity as well.

However, people find it hard to discern his feeling, for his features betray not what he feels. He almost always saw an outward appearance of being cheerful, and people like him but never get close to him. He gives his friendship frankly and with ease, but hold to the friendship loyally.

He is skilled in woodcraft and in archery. However, he does not wield sword nor any blade but his knife, and that only reluctantly.

He is practical, and do not dwell in vague dreams. For him, life is here and now - and he tries to enjoy it as best as he can.

He is more used than he would admit to the easy life of the guards, and he takes harsh and long journeying hard. However, he would never lag behind, for he is proud.

He is used to hard and harsh weather, for he grew up far from Minas Tirith. But he has not much traveling experience.

HISTORY

He was born by the eve of Greenwood the Great, and early learned the way of woodcraft and hunting.

His father Menelen was a healer, one of the most famous in that district. Few years after he was born, his mother Emelyn fell sick to a sudden desease that swept over the forest with disastrous results. His father was not at home at the time, tending other patients. It was too late by far to save her when Menelen came back.

After seven days of silence that seemed so appalling to the eleven-year old Ferethor, Menelen rose and said, "This cannot be borne!" He took a vow that he shall never heal again, as long as he live, for all his work turned to disater. Next day, he enlisted for the hunt of Wargs where he died.

Ferethor lived rough, but decently enough and was loved. He tried his best to be likeable to all, and learned to not to show his feelings and always keep the appearnce of cheerfulness.

When he was seventeen, he asked to be accepted into the Guard, so he may die like his father. He was rejected on the basis that he was too young and inexperienced. However, he was not ready to desert the cherished dream he held for so long - he took a horse and his father's guard armour followed the next regiment of guards secretly.

For his valour and courage in the battlefield that day, he was given rank by the captain, believing him that he was transferred from another regiment. Confusion issued when later on, upon reaching Minas Tirith, that it was found out that he was a just a young boy.

He has been working for the guard ever since. He was good, but not wonderful in battle - however, he improvised quickly and was quick in response, therefore dependable to carry out a mission with success.
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Eorl of Rohan's post

Ferethor reined in his horse by the eve of Greenwood the Great, which was once called Mirkwood. The sun cast it's last rays upon the forest ans sank beyond the Misty Mountains.

He was singing what snatches he could remember of a song of lore he once heard long ago, improvising the tune as he went.

"Grey as tears, gleaming silver
Red then it rolled, roaring water..."

When he dismounted and camped for the night, he had time enough to brood over what he was going to do.

"The legacy..." He rolled the thought around in his mind. Then he smiled. "Even if it was true, why wouldn't have the villain or whatever he is used it all?"

He was suddenly furious at the king, though he knew it was not loyal. "This, a special mission from the king? For Illuvatar's gaze! What use could there possibly be in following after a petty villain and the legacy he is supposed to have?"

"What of the Shire, from which I was sent?" He talked the the gathering night. His horse nuzzled up to his face, and was given a piece of carrot. "Even though the time of Darkness is past, orcs, Wargs and other evil creature prowl around the borders of Shire" Ferethor thought with anger. "If soldiers of Gonder does not patrol and defend shire, there would be no peace for these holbytlans. Whither shall they flee from the oncoming dread if we did not protect them? But now we are withdrawn, few as we are, to chase after daydreams!"

Nevertheless, he was wondering how to join the company under disguised name when he fell asleep.

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[Eladain Moruviel]

I'd prefer to stay as a traveler, but I could change if need be.

[Melisil]

I've re-done my post, it is now for a guard.

[Eorl of Rohan]

I've re-done my post, it is now complete.

EDIT: I love the position of Guard!

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 12:09 AM January 27, 2004: Message edited by: Eorl of Rohan ]

[Eorl of Rohan]

so, how many people are applying for a guard? Three? smilies/tongue.gif

[Eorl of Rohan]

*Jumps up and down*

Who's chosen?

[piosenniel]

No one is chosen as yet, Eorl. Except for the Ranger.

Everdawn will make her decision from among all the applicants for the various positions.

~*~ Pio

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 5:18 AM January 27, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Kransha]

Just an addition...
I'm actually liking my guard character more than my other, so I will retract the traveler to narrow the decision that Everdawn has to make. It makes more sense anyway since there are more candidates for traveler than guard. If Everdawn is really set of having Idruil as a traveler, I'm fine with that, but otherwise you can count him out of that ballot.

[SonOfBombadil]

I'm working on a post for a spy, and I'll hopoefully have it in later today

[Witch_Queen]

The Spy/ Anti-Gondor
Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – No

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? None.

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? The Green Dragon Inn.

Name: Ruan

Age:24

Race: Man

Gender: Male location: Gondor

Weapons: He has a sword which he got from his father. Its the only thing special to him. He keeps his silver mail under his bed. He figured he wouldn't need it anymore.

Appearance: Ruan appears older than he actually is. He has brown hair that hangs down to his shoulders. His brown beard is neatly trimmed.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: He's not much of a out going person. He keeps to himself. He likes to think nothing can hurt him. But deep down inside he just wants to have someone to love.

History: After the death of his father he joined those who were against Gondor. Ruan despises the King. After leaving Gondor for 5 years to fulfill his weapons training he returned to live the rest of his life out.

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Witch_Queen's post

Ruan looked out the window of his little home. I remember why I hate this place so much. He noticed that the sky wasn't its normal blue. It had been too long since he last looked at the sky. He wasn't use to the weather of Minas Tirith anymore.

"I have as much love for this place as the snow does for the sun." His home was empty with few dishes. He walked over to the door and opened it. The squeeking of the hinges made chills go up his spine. "I've got to get that fixed."

His horse was attached to the post outside. To him it didn't feel like a normal day.

So if what they are telling me is true then we should be leaving soon. Hopefully they won't figure out my loyalties before its all over with. He ran his calused hand across the mane of his horse. After so many years of sword fighting his hands had become almost completely calused over.

He took off towards the inn to see what news he could find out that the group might take as important. As he sat there sipping on his ale he thought he over heard someone mentioning a group of people leaving to go find "the legacy"

"So their going after Guriel Il Galoth."

He walked over to the men talking about it. "So whats this your talking about?" The two men continued their conversation. Ruan grabbed a chair and sat back to hear the converation. This should be interesting.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 1:28 PM January 27, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Thengal]

Everdawn,

I edited my post a little like you asked in the PM and by the way Carathir is spelled with two "a", Sorry I misspelled it before.

[Crystal Heart]

Rock on! I'm in!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....

Sorry, just kidding. Hey, just wondering. When this thing actually starts.

[piosenniel]

Crystal and others

This is just the list of those who have submitted bios and posts for Everdawn to consider.

Everyone still needs to wait until she's made her choices.

~*~ Pio

[Eorl of Rohan]

So we only have to wait for Everdawn?

..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ...... ..... .....

I can't wait to start - that is, if I get chosen.

[Eladain Moruviel]

The suspense is killing me!

By the way Everdawn, if you're waiting for Miaka to post, I talked to her yesterday, and she said that she wouldn't be joining us.

[Melisil]

Ya, as you guys were saying, I can't wait to find out if I'm accepted, I like my guard alot!

[Eorl of Rohan]

REally? I like the 45 year old guard best, but as I'm also applying for a guard, I can't admit it or I might get rejected!

I like Ferethor too, but he broods too much, not my happy-go-lucky style. Even though he's my opwn character.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 12:25 AM January 28, 2004: Message edited by: Eorl of Rohan ]

[Everdawn]

Eladain: Thats a pitty! Oh well.

OK guys, i know it's been like ive been driving a hot knife into your sides about this waiting, but im almost decided and The final list will be up in a while, i just need to chat with Pio on something...

But, you know, some wont get places ok, and i feel really bad about it. (Which is why ive been taking my time) All in all, it's about the characters which fit the story best, and i really love it that you guys chose this game worthy of your writing talent.

Thankyou
-Everdawn

[Eorl of Rohan]

This is the seventeenth time I checked this post today. I already wrote the second adn the third and the fourth chapter ^_^ WE call this rash attitude, in Korean proverb, "Starving for a week in anticipation for a feast, when it may be that you aren't even invited". A funny proverb.

But never mind - writing is it's own reward.

PS. twenty-second time.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 4:26 AM January 28, 2004: Message edited by: Eorl of Rohan ]

[Everdawn]

Here we go, believe me this was no easy task to pick. To those of you who missed out, please dont feel too bad! As ive said, it's nothing to do with your writing abilities, it's what i feel fits the story best. smilies/eek.gif

Amanaduial
Melisil
Eorl of Rohan
Thengal
Eladain Moruviel
Hama of the Riddermark
Crystal Heart


Have fun, and thankyou all for posting bio's i really appreciate it!

-Everdawn

[piosenniel]

Final Character List

1.) Thengal – Carathir – anti-Gondor/Spy

2.) Eorl of Rohan – Ferethor Amandil - Guard

3.) Melisil – Aelimur - Guard

4.) Amanaduial – Atharen - Ranger

5.) Crystal Heart – Crystal Heart - Traveler

6.) Hama of the Riddermark – Roryn – Traveler

7.) Eladain Moruviel – Delphinous (Del) – Traveler

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The First Posts are on the Game. I will open the game when Everdawn gives the word.

Have fun!

~*~ Pio

[Crystal Heart]

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS


WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

This is my first RP game and I'm so excited. Checked first thing in the morning and I'm already having the BEST day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

You too?

smilies/wink.gif

[Kransha]

Well, that's fine. I'll save my character for whenever else I can find a use for him. If any cameos or something of that sort are needed, just call (in PM form, that is)
By the way, how often do new RPG's pop up around here?

[Eladain Moruviel]

W00t!!! I can't wait to get started!
Now to o re-read the bios of those excepted.

[Everdawn]

Kransha- Games come pu ever so often, you usually dont have to wait very long for one to start becuase a few are always close to finishing.

Ok guys, When Game opens, in going to have Maén get to an Inn around where she is, what you guys could do is set your character's affairs in order so that they might get to the inn in your next two or so posts. Of course Thegal's character wont need to becuase he is already at Lysia's house which is where Maén will take the party to get organised, and checked out by Lysia. An Aman wont have to worry about running into Maén, it's already done.

Sound Good?
-Everdawn

Sound Good?

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Which inn?

Roryn should be coming in for ad rink after a couple of posts...

[Everdawn]

OK ill specify that when i post when the thread opens.

[SonOfBombadil]

I’d like to try for the spy position. oh, I just realized that I'm too late, rats, but I'd like to post anyways, just to entertain you guys.

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? –NO - Which one? N/A

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? none

List them, please: um, None, I said that already

Please note you may play in only 3 games at one time. Ok, sure thing


3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES– Which one? The Green Dragon

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For your character please include:

NAME: Aramir

AGE: 34

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Has a Gondorian make longsword, as to fit in. He also has a dark knife, that he does not pull out often, as with close inspection, it would reveal to be Mordor make.

APPEARANCE: Tall, dark, and handsome, (literally) he tries to maintain a clean cut, ‘good-guy’ appearance, as to not be mistaken for his true self.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Maintains the image of a good guy, through and through. Has a personality that seems to attract most people to him. He is witty and charming… on the outside. Inside, he has a heart for evil, and he uses his people skills to twist people so that he can use them for his own gain.

HISTORY: Born to a Gondor man and a woman from the tribes of the wild men. The children of Gondor, because of his mixed blood never accepted Aramir as a kid. When a band of wild men attacked a Gondorian infantry patrol, his father was killed, as he was suspected to be plotting to take Gondor, with the family of his wife. His mother took him into the hills, where Aramir was taught by his mother’s brother to hate Gondorians, and, as they killed his father, he believed it right away. When he became an adult, he was sent into Minas Tirith, to spy, as he looked most like one of them, once he was cleaned up. Aramir stayed there, gathering intel, and boosting his social status with his newly found people skills. But, when his uncle, and all the wild men he felt loyal to, died, at Helms Deep, he didn’t know what to do, so he kept up his image, by even fighting with Gondor at the Pelennor Fields. He went with Aragorn’s army to the black gates, in hopes to join Sauron’s army, the strongest force against Gondor. When they fell, however, Aramir slunk back to Minas Tirith, always looking for an organized force against Gondor.

Aramir’s first post.

Aramir strode down the streets in his high boots, and well made clothes. Many people that knew him well, were waving, and saying ‘hello,’ as he walked, but he wasn’t paying any attention to them right now. He couldn’t care less about who they thought he was, he was not the nice, outgoing lord, that everyone thought. He had played them all too well, over the last ten 15 years, so well, that he had grown quite wealthy from it. But right now, he was his true self, he had heard that there was a group being gathered to go after some Guriel Il Galoth. Apparently he was a traitor to Gondor, and had killed many Gondorians in the war of the ring. Perfect, Aramir thought, if this Il Galoth is still around, and organized, it could well be my ticket out of this swelling mess of Gondor scum. I’ve been here so long that I feel as if they’re attaching themselves to me, like a mold, or a virus that is taking me over, I cannot stand this much longer!

The only person Aramir was paying attention to right now was the peasant boy who was leading him to a source of information on this Il Galoth quest. The boy turned down one last road, and went to a small tavern, and pointed to a table, where a scruffy looking man sat. “Thank you boy,” he said, and he dropped a silver coin into the boys hand, as promised. He walked over to the table, and sat down across from the man.

“What can you tell me of this Il Galoth quest?” Aramir asked, caring not for small talk at the present. “I don’t know nothing about no Galoth, or no quests, ” the man said. Aramir slid three gold coins across the table to the man. “Oh, yes, I know of that quest now!” said the man, his memory quickly returning. “Well, there’s a widow Il Galoth, trying to get some men together to find this Guriel fellow, who’s apparently a traitor to Gondor,” said the man. “Is this widow leading the quest?” asked Aramir, surprised that a woman was leading a journey like this. “No, no, she’s funding it for a relative of hers,” came the reply. Aramir relaxed, Good, it’s not being led by a woman. “Her neice, I believe,” the man said as an afterthought. Then again, it is. Aramir thought about it for a second, but then realized that he would not get another chance like this for maybe another 15 years.

He made up his mind, “Send word to this widow, that the lord Aramir, will join the quest, to rid the world of this traitor.” The man looked down at the three coins and toyed with them a bit. Aramir slid two more gold coins across the table. The man suddenly gained some energy, “Of course sir, I will get right on it!” The man got up, and left the tavern, walking quickly. Aramir slowly got up, and started walking back to his villa. He was back in his ‘regular’ mood, he nodded, and said a cheery ‘hello’ to those along the road that he recognized. He strode away down the streets in his high boots, and well made clothes.

[Thengal]

Sound's good. Should I just not do anything till the party come's to Lysia's house?

[Amanaduial the archer]

That's a beautiful profile, SonofBombadil, even if it might not be used this time smilies/smile.gif

[SonOfBombadil]

thanks Aman, I wish I had gotten it in earlier, oh well, I'll try and use it somewhere else maybe. I just thought i'd post anyways

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 6:44 PM January 28, 2004: Message edited by: SonOfBombadil ]

[Melisil]

I guess I'll start working on my next post for when we're able to post then.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Hurray! I got picked!

[Eorl of Rohan]

So... All that's left to do for now is to bring Ferethor to the specified inn in two post's time? smilies/biggrin.gif

[piosenniel]

Please remember to use this discussion thread for game matters only - take any personal matters to PM.

~*~ Pio

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 1:03 PM January 29, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Everdawn]

OK, Maén is going to rally everyone in an Inn which will appear in my post and from there she has to bring them all back to Lysia so that Lysia can lay some ground rules and they set out form there.

EDIT: Ive had a better idea. Maén will meet everyone in Minas Tirith, and Carathir will be sent by Lysia after Maén has left to mett her at the Inn with instruction.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 1:37 AM January 29, 2004: Message edited by: Everdawn ]

[piosenniel]

For all the new gamers, let me clarify the Shire's view on using 'SAVE' in an RPG, from The Red Book of Westmarch:
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Reasons for 'SAVES' in RPG's:

Often, writers, because of work schedules, or time zone differences cannot post when the majority of the other players are on. In order to keep the game rolling along, they will post a 'SAVE' when they note a part of the game they need to respond to. They can then make their posts when their schedules are free to do so.

Uses:

To provide an opportunity for the writer have a space where he/she can insert a post so that it will follow logically in the storyline.

Rules:

Keep the 'SAVE' option to a minimum. Don't use it for a crutch, thinking you will get back to the post later - this usually doesn't happen.

** 'SAVE's should be gone back to and posted on within a 24 hour time period.(& preferably less time than this) **

'SAVE's should contain a brief, even one sentence description of what the poster intends to post about.

Other writers are free to post after a 'SAVE' has been put on a space. It is the responsibility of the writer who has posted the 'SAVE' to work within the posts before and after it.

If you decide you are not going to use a 'SAVE', then it is your responsibility to DELETE it from the game.

[Everdawn]

Im really pleased with the way the game is going guys.

Just a few things in your last post Eorl, Miradir went a little "crazy" (for want of a better word) becuase it was his cousin who had betrayed them in Northern Ithilien, (family betrayl and Kinslaying is not a nice thing!) Caradhras is a long way from Gondor to be fighting something in the war of the ring.

Other than that, keep it up guys! In my next post Maén will give details of her little expedition.

[Everdawn]

To give you an idea of what the first part of out Adventure is going i have the first part of the plan here.


** Maén is curious about Guriel, &lt;&lt;DONE
**Writes to king’s people asking for info on Guriel.&lt;DONE
** Info denied &lt;DONE
**Runs from home with all info she has collected form her father’s study at hand at hand.. &lt;DONE
**Goes to aunt&lt;DONE
** Aunt warrants her search and gives her maps etc.&lt;DONE
** Maén forms a party with the promise of gold upon her safe return. &lt;WE ARE HERE
** They raid the Minas Tirith archives for info on Guriel asks secretary.
** &gt;&gt;&gt; Find one letter saying that the last place he was living in Ithilien, confirming Aunt Lysia’s suspicions..
** Travel to OSGILIATH

Dont worry there are some surprises in store, which means you will have to react quickly... smilies/evil.gif

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 6:02 PM January 31, 2004: Message edited by: Everdawn ]

[Melisil]

Ooh! Sounds fun! I can't wait!

[Everdawn]

Ands thats only really part one. There is waymore to come but im keeping it a surprise until the time comes. smilies/biggrin.gif

[Eladain Moruviel]

And then of course there's the whole bloody part of finding him/capturing him!

[Melisil]

lol, yes, there is that litle obsticle.. or.. it could be the funnest part!!! smilies/evil.gif

EDIT: oh yes.. and on another note: the ball went excel... oops.. I mean, someone else please post on the acual game, I was last post, so I can't post again, but I'm sure it's been more then a day. smilies/frown.gif

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 12:12 AM February 01, 2004: Message edited by: Melisil ]

[Eladain Moruviel]

I have a post, it's sort of a flashback leading up to how Delphinous got to Minas Tirith. Hopefully it'll be up by tonight.

P.S. it's "most fun", not "funnest"

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 1:01 AM February 01, 2004: Message edited by: Eladain Moruviel ]

[Everdawn]

IM working on a post now, so it should be up in a few hours, basically becuase im doing research for my formal dress at the same time, i get preocupied... IM on track now though!&gt; now that i have my shoes that is!

Eladain: Are you going to meet up with us on the road? Or would you like to come ot the inn as well? EDIT: OK i just read you last post... ignore me, im blonde.
smilies/biggrin.gif

Thengel: You can come from Lysia's now if you like!

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 2:03 AM February 01, 2004: Message edited by: Everdawn ]

[Eladain Moruviel]

I'm already at the Inn, in my post you told me to come with you and the others so that you could explane to us what was going on.

[QUOTE]After what seemed like an eternity, a redheaded lass walked over to him and motioned for him to follow her. He stood up and stretched nonchalantly, and started to follow. “So tell me lass” he said as they walked,“you must be Maen?”[QUOTE]

My last post was a flashback kind of telling more about how Del found out about Maen.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 1:41 AM February 01, 2004: Message edited by: Eladain Moruviel ]

[Everdawn]

I see how i got confused, i thought you were then meeting with Crystal, becuase Maén has Bright blonde hair. Not to worry, is that everyone there?.. Yes, ok still writing post..

[Eladain Moruviel]

ah, sorry. I'll go change that.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Changed my poast so it read "barren land" instead of Cahadras the cruel, geography has never been my strong point.

So, is it OK then?

[Everdawn]

Fantastic!

[Thengal]

The letter has been delivered. On with the quest!

[Everdawn]

Hama: I know your character has come ot the inn, woudl you like to have him know to the group so i can get up a post and we can really start our adventure.

BTW- Im really happy with how the game is going at the moment!

[Eladain Moruviel]

so are we done with the Inn now?

P.S. Everdawn, your sig is from a Mid Summer Night's Dream right? Titania said it to Oberon?

[Everdawn]

Sure did, It's from my fave. passage!

OK on the Inn, we are pretty much done, i just need to have Hama's character make himself known some how and i have the post which will get us out of there up soon.

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

I think I'll have myself overhearing the coversation about 20 thousand gold pieces and some over, or something like that...

P.S Sorry about not posting for three days, I've been at a friends house without great access to the net.

[Eorl of Rohan]

It may be just my overzealousness, but can you post more often?

[Everdawn]

Instead of posting more often, post longer and more descrpitivlely, youll feel better for it.

And yes, i know i said id have another post up by now, but i got busy last night (@#*%!!) the telephone and people who wont stop talking!)and ive only just woken up now so during the day or this afternoon at latest, that will get us moving!

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(@#*%) - edited out by Game Mod

Hold up on the use of any swear words - the BW does not appreciate them. ~*~ Pio


EDIT: Okay! *slaps wrist*
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EDIT: Cheeky! smilies/tongue.gif

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 2:59 AM February 03, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Eorl of Rohan]

Do you mean that my posts aren't descriptive or are too short?

[Everdawn]

Not at all! I just mean that longer posts make up for shorter ones, and while much more is done between characters dramatically and by the story more gets done so that it doesnt feel as though no one is posting, is all.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Just in case

If anyone is going to be missing for a while, I can take over their characters.

[Everdawn]

OK im goign to get us moving to our first challenge... The Minas Tirith Archives where we will find some damming evidence to say that there was a cover-up..etc, Maén knows where it is, any objections?

Note: I am very excited to see how the guards will react to having a Gondorian institution broken into... smilies/biggrin.gif

[Eorl of Rohan]

Let me see if what I think is correct. The damning evidence is to be found in the guard archieves that we can't get in - and therefore we have to break into the institution?

I have varying ideas to Ferethor's actions, which one is best?


story #1

first post. Ferethor learns of this, thinks it dangerous but fails to convince Maen and the rest of the company.

Second post. Warns the door guards beforehand to stay away, Maen is suspicious of where Ferethor has gone, they get the documents

Third post. Guard captain, not knowing Ferethor's reasons, think he'd turned traitor listening to such bewildering order. He tries to arrest Ferethor, but Aelimur steps in and save the day.

story #2

First post. Ferethor learns of this and is reluctant to go wiht the idea. However, he joins in at planning.

Second post. Ferethor obtains the document by his authority without telling it to anyone but Aelimur. They decide that this information needed to be given to the party, but they don't know how to do it without revealing themselves.

Third post. They sneak in by night and get the documents. However, guards are informed of the intruders by (the spy in this story) and send soldiers after them. The party scatters and flees. Ferethor, knowing that it would be out of the question to gather the scattered party, face down the captain of the searchers. he thought everyone else had fled, but Crystal was nearby listening. Sooner or later, Atharen and Aelimur gets everyone back and they start on their journey.


Story #3

First post. Ferethor and others sneak into the institution. However, a guard steps out, recognises Ferethor, and calls out to him in surprise. 'Captain!'

Second post. Instantly on the alert, everyone looks darkly at Ferethor in doubt and surprise.

Third post. (All right, I don't know how to extract myself from this situation. I'd think of a way.) Anyway, they get the doc.
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Which storyline do you like best? A POLL.

[Everdawn]

I like the first idea!

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Yeah, me too.

[Amanaduial the archer]

They're all interesting, but I'd back idea one or two.

[Eorl of Rohan]

I'd back two, closely followed by one. So the count is

#1 - OO
#1 or #2 - O
#2 - O

[Eorl of Rohan]

Wait, I failed to add that I've already written the whole story of #1. smilies/biggrin.gif Why don't everyone poast more often? smilies/frown.gif

[Everdawn]

We are out of the Inn, I repeat we are out of the Inn and on our way to do some breaking and entering... smilies/evil.gif What fun! smilies/biggrin.gif

[Eorl of Rohan]

Can't wait! *wolfish grin*

[Eorl of Rohan]

I prefer the second story, as I said. However, I've written the basics of the first story - I'll put a part of it here just to let you know.

[Eorl of Rohan]

"What is this?" Ferethor cried, as the surrounding guards drew their swords at the signal of the captain. "Are the guards of Minas Tirith turned against itself?" The flickering light of the torches glanced off the pale blades as the captain Meren stepped forward.


"You are taken into custody. If you resist, you will be hewn down. Throw down your weapons!" Meren commanded. "For what crime, captain?" Ferethor asked, his hands straying toward his belt. "Betrayal." Meren said dryly. "You are charged for the treson to the state. Persuading guards to desert their posts and infiltrating the government building alone decrees your death, but I am allowing you a chance to defend yourself. Speak and be not silent!"


"I greatly rue the harm we have done, but it was vital. My errand was given by the Lord Elessar himself, who commanded me to reveal it to none. I would accompany you freely, if it had not been that I am in great haste and have need of secrecy of my status." Ferethor slowly drew out his slender elven knife against the array of swords. "If you seek to carry out your law, then do so! Yet I will not tread the path to Mandos alone."

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 4:34 AM February 06, 2004: Message edited by: Eorl of Rohan ]

[Eorl of Rohan]

That part would be just after the company ran off with the document and Ferethor lingered for a while. This part would happen when Maen declares her intention and Ferethor fails in stopping them.

"This is beyond madness, if such it be." Ferehtor cried, aflame with fury. "Raid the Minas Tirith military Archieves for non-existing scrolls? Fool's errand! Flouting the authority, risking all our lives and mission in a hopeless venture... Elbereth protect us!"


Aelimur, who backed off slightly in the face of Ferethor's wrath, ventured to ask. "Yet we were unable to stay this madness. What is to be done? Let us take thought and counsel each other." At that, Ferethor laughed bitterly. "You always counsel prudence, Aelimur. Alas, my comrade, yet at some moment prudence must fail - for the eyes that only gaze to easier path are ever closed. Indeed what advice canst thou give?"


Aelimur kept silent, knowing that Ferethor's fiery anger will abate into cold, logical thoughts. "I'd have to contact the Archieves Guards." He said with distaste. "Flattery, bribes, threats... Whatever it takes, sicne we cannot reveal our secret errand. May Morgoth take camouflages we have to assume! Yet how can I shake off that ranger, Atharen?"


Aelimur suggested, "It is perilous for you to stray out of the company, since they keep such watch on you. Allow me to go in thy stead," Ferethor waved his hand in deial, his lips curling in a half-smile. "You've made nothign but enemies in your service. Next time, if there is one, alway remember - ally yourself with a powerful source. They may come in useful." With a military snap, he cast his cloak about his shoulder and turned to go.


"Stay!" Turning swiftlyt, Ferethor said, "We need haste. Be quick." Aelimur asked, "Were you joking when you said you'd do what you can to bribe or intimidate the guards?" AFter an incredulous pause, Ferethor said, "Hard tasks need hard ways." As he was leaving, he called out, "Aelimur, MAnwe keep you safe!" Aelimur meditated cynically a moment, wondering who at the moment needed the protection of the Valars.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Just in case you get alarmed -

I will not be putting any REAL violence in the story if I can help it. Which means that whatever sword and threat is made, no blood shall be actually shed.

[Everdawn]

Why not?! Unlike the Green Drangon Inn the RP's are allowed to have violence in them, it allows the RP's to ebb and flow, so by all means, feel free!... Butat this point of time, it would not be appropriate. smilies/wink.gif

[piosenniel]

If you see an 'edited by' from me - I am removing your signature from your game post.

Please try to remember to do that before you place the post on the Game thread.

[Melisil]

I am not sure to all of this on my characters behalf. Yes, I don't mind that last post you made Eorl, but still. I will play as things come and go.

A question and another comment first though:
Everdawn, what exactly are they stealing these papers for again?

and Eorl of Rohan- slow down! smilies/tongue.gif, we don't all have every second to post with(as I too used to have). Just have patience, our posts will come.

[Everdawn]

So that there is evidence that there was a cover-up by the Gondorian army to try to 'erase' any trail of Guriel from their records becuase they did not like to admit thier huge mistake. Maén is just covering her basses, i mean, she wouldnt want to waste all her Aunt's money on the company unless she was really sure that he was still in hiding and that it would be wirth her while to go and find him. At persent she only has papers that were in her family's posession. For unquestional proof, she would need these documents. Know what I mean? smilies/wink.gif

[Eorl of Rohan]

Uh... Hama of the riddermark, I just saw your post. It's not my place to judge, but you ARE overreacting. Can you just change it a bit?

How am I to absolve this peacefully if someone comes running with an arrow at my neck? It just does not make any sense at all. Or is it just me?

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 7:19 AM February 08, 2004: Message edited by: Eorl of Rohan ]

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Roryn worked with Atharen in the past, and knows him. He reacts very extemely to people threatening his friends and especially rangers of Gondor...

[Eladain Moruviel]

I regret to say that something has come up, and I won't be able to post anymore smilies/frown.gif ... I'm sorry for the trouble, and y'all may deal with my character in any way you see fit ie. killing him, or someone else taking him

[Amanaduial the archer]

Ladies and gentlemen, much as I appreciate a good fight as much as anyone else, and much as both the brilliantly written (seriously, very impressed smilies/smile.gif )hostility and the loyalty towards my character give me that delightful RPGing glow, please put away your weapons in whatever manner you feel necessary. As was said, there will be no blood shed. Yet. smilies/evil.gif

[Everdawn]

Yeah, agreed, guys, plently of time for fighting, we have a long way to go... (all will be revealed later.

Eladain: Thats ok I understand.

Anyone got any ideas on how to deal with Del, or are you going to exit him Eladain?

Juts a thought; Has anyone seen Thegel?

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 2:50 PM February 08, 2004: Message edited by: Everdawn ]

[Eorl of Rohan]

All right, I've done my best.

[Everdawn]

Ok I was thinking about the Del situation, and im thinking how about he gets caught and thrown into a Gondorian prison?

I know it's a little brutal, but i am so out of ideas right now it's not funny, most of my creativity is going to my seven assignments i have all due at the same time. smilies/eek.gif . Ok now I have to go watch the Lion King to de-stress and re-creatise (I made that word up).

Any other ideas for the departure of Del will be seriously appreciated!

-Everdawn.

[Eorl of Rohan]

I'll play him for a while, then kill him off at the first battle we come across.

[Everdawn]

Thankyou Eorl! Thankyou so much, so are you ok with that? The first battle we come to is Bandits on the road... ok i just let one of the cats out of the bag... Thats after the Archives thingie...

Well, anyway as they say "Sheeeyl be rite mate" smilies/wink.gif

[Eorl of Rohan]

Sure. This is a rough draft.

Del dealt a death stroke to one of the bandits, crying "Run!" as he battled. His splintered shield lay beneath his feet. Yet Ferethor stood transfixed on the spot, the others almost forgotten.

"Leave him!" Atharen called, his voice tinged with pain. "Del buys us time to escape with his blood. Let us take it, and go! It is ours to live." But still Ferethor hesitated in a dreamlike state, lingering. Only when Atharen, driven by urgency, cried, "Ferethor!" did he come back to full awareness. Turning with his hands clenched, Ferethor asked, "Leave him there?" Atharen replied as he mounted his horse and chased after the others,"There's nothing we can do."

And Ferethor knew that it was true. He leaped on one of the horses whose owner must have met his end, and made it gallop across the open fields. A volley of arrows whistled over his head, and the arrowheads seemed aflame in the light of the sunset. The poor horse whinnied in pain and fell heavily on the ground as it was shot. Ferethor, narrowing avoiding falling with it, made for the woodlands on foot.

He winced as a searing pain cut through his shoulders, one of the parting gifts from a bandit archer. He hid himself in the shadows of trees, regretting that he had used up all his arrows in the first battle. A few moment later, the bandits themselves came to look for him.

"Sir! He wouldn't have gone far." One said confidently, shouldering his bow. "I am pretty sure that I got him." But thw man who seemed to be in command turned. "We do not have times to search for a single man in the woodlands all night! We head back to our refuge by Anduin by nightfall."

The darkness of night fell on the forest. Ferethor lost conciousness to the loss of blood.

[Kransha]

Ok, as I mentioned before, I'll be cramming my character, who can be looked at back on pg. 1 in here in light of Eladain's absence. I've figured out a way to get him in right after the group exits the Minas Tirith Military Archives. The post is ready and waiting for all of yours. I'll post a spruced up version of my character, Idruil's, original first post.

[piosenniel]

Note to All Players

The move to the new board restored all your signatures to previous game posts.

Don’t bother fixing them!

Just remove signatures from the new posts you place on the game.

~*~ Pio, Shire Mod

[Eorl of Rohan]

At this rate, I'd be writing half the RPG :D But I can't stop writing. This post continues after the last one. Any corrections in grammar or spelling is VERY welcome.


Ferethor came to his conciousness painfully, as the sun sank behind the snow-crowned peaks of Misty Mountains. Passing a hand over his fevered brow, he slowly rose to his feet. Ferethor was faint with loss of blood and in great anguish, so that he had taken but few steps before he swayed and grasped a tree for support in dismay. After a moment of strife with his weariness and grief, he sank down by a young birch to comtemplate his next move as darkness gathered.


"A bitter end is this to all my hope!" He cried out in bitterness. "Yet while my strength remains I must go on." Indeed it was only his stern will that aided him as he crept from the eve of encircling trees to the scene of battle, which was terrible to behold. So it was that Ferethor came upon Del in the midst of slain.


"Del!" Ferethor knelt down, taking his hand. "Awake! We are alone." At his voice, Del stirred and opened his eyes, bright but foreshadowed with death."Ferethor, my time has passed. Falling valiantly in battle was my desire, rather then fall prey to old age and die witless and alone. Such desire is fulfilled, and I am content. Do not mourn for me. I have only this to bid you - watch over the company in my stead." Del ceased speaking. Ferethor stayed kneeling stricken with sorrow, utterly rgardless of his own pain and weariness.


At last Ferethor gently took the hilt of hte sword from Del's lifeless hand and saw that it had broken asunder. Laying it at his feet wiht all the other weapons of bandits that he could gather, Ferethor laughed as one fey with bitter anguish of mind, crying "Thus have you been enmeshed in the Doom of Illuvatar to children of Men, and have escaped the circles of this world."


Then Ferethor set the barren dune aflame, and watched as the consuming flame devoured the bloodstained field. Turning, he left the charred and blackened field behind him, naming it "@#$#@-en-@#$@", the plain of Immesureable Sorrow.


Ferethor then took to tracking the lost company through the woods, spent with griefand the wound ever sapping his strength. He had little hope to follow a horseback company in such a state. Indeed Ferethor would have fain laid himself down and embraced death had he not been driven by Del's bidding to watch over the company in his stead.


Thrice have the sun risen, when Atharen found Ferethor in the woods on the brick of death. Ferethor whispered"So I have found you." before darkness took him.

[Eorl of Rohan]

I really shouldn't be writing this, becuase it's not my part, but... ;) Oh, and I just realised that some of my sentences are very similiar to lotr, though unintentional.


Atharen looked up with grave concern at Roryn, as he tended Ferethor. "The wound is staunched and will mend with time, for it is not fatal. Nevertheless, the grief and weariness that have overcome his strength of mind lies heavy on him yet. I do not think what little healing that I can bring could make Ferethor hale again, unless he has a stern will to live beyond that of mortal men."


Roryn sighed in regret. "It would be a grievious loss indeed if that came to pass, Atharen. Ferethor was a valourous member of our company, loyal and faithful to his friends. Would it that he had listened to us and fled the battle... Curse the Haradrim bandits that roam the fields of Gondor!"


Crystal, who was feeding the dying fire with scraps of wood, asked in a low voice, "Then, will Ferethor die?" Atharen merely turned his head away, as if seeking to see the myriad branches of future, saying. "I do not know." What little conversation there was dwindled into nothing.

[Eorl of Rohan]

In case some of you people are wondering at the change of Ferethor's attitude, I'll take the chance to explain some of Ferethor's moods.


Ferethor is basically good in the full sense of the word, in the inner part of his mind. He tries to escape from his soft temperament, for he had grown up as an orphan in the harsh life of the streets and knows that being good is perilous. Ferethor started forging, unintentionally, an armor of his mind. Harsh, commanding, distrustful, elusive, ever defiant to friend and foes alike. He perfected it to such a degree that he almost believes that it is his real nature. Ferethor feels afraid to be out of the armor, and even his closest friends can only catch a glimpse of his gentle nature every now and then.

Did you notice that Ferethor's eyes were grey as a winter sea? It is an unusual choice of color for eyes. Tolkien always associated grey with tears and mourning.

"Grey now as tears, gleaming silver" -LOTR

Ferethor's eyes were described hard and fell, like frozen ice. Yet I put in a sentence in the part of Ferethor's friendship with Atharen that I have already written and will put up here soon relating to the matter - 'Ferethor's eyes were softened by sincerity, as ice might melt with a gentle breeze.' This shows that his
good nature is on the top, for the instant.



PS. I don't know why am I writing this.

[Everdawn]

I wont post again until someone has a chance to respond. I hope everyone adjusted to the change well and they should know where to find us.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Well, I certainly am still recovering from the shock of this moving. I posted in a thread, and suddenly the child of a seventh age came in and said this forum was moved!

I was suddenly vividly reminded of the time when the librarian closed the library without noticing me buried in the books by the corner, and I could not get out when later on I realised that I was the only one there and it was 1 AM.

I still hate to think of what would have happened if the child of seventh age did not warn me.

[Everdawn]

I know Eorl, and now im paranoyed that people wont like the new site and wont bother posting, and from the others who are here, ive seen Aman, and im not sure that we could carry the game, all three of us....

*****shakes head**** this is just another one of my panic episodes, im sure everything will be fine... Thank goodness i have Yoga tonight!:eek:

[Eorl of Rohan]

No, that does not bear thinking of! *bangs my head on the computer screen repeatedly* They have to like our new site. If anyone other then we three is here, please post! I seem to be infected with Everdawn's paranoia.

[Everdawn]

OK ive been to Yoga now and im de-stressed. (thank goodness)

I would seriously like to hear from everyone just to make sure they survived the move...

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Hama signing in...

[Kransha]

Ok, whenever Everdawn gives the preverbial signal, I'll post Idruil's semi-introduction and then wait for the group (if it's all here) to exit the archives. He'll have a good reason to join them, which will be made very clear when necessary.

One question; is it day or night in Minas Tirith right now in the RPG?

*hoping that everyone "survived" the move*

[Melisil]

I'm here! Sorry if I'm a little late(am I?) but my password got changed somewhere in the move, so I had to get a new one, etc. which took over a day. Aelimur has posted!

[Kransha]

Ok then, Idruil has posted as well.
Waiting for the archive raiding now.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Wait. This is midday now, right? So put off raiding the achives until midnight, so Ferethor can contact the guards.

[Everdawn]

IM not so sure, i think the appeal of raiding the archives in broad daylight seems fun, after all, it is a dark stone place.... like you see in all those movies. What do you think?

Plus i have like half the post written which will get us inside, and i like it so far...

JUst to let you guys know, Saturday and Sunday i wont be able to post becuase im doing the Mudara Endurance Ride out in the bush (so no computers), so can everyone be ready by tomorrow night to get into the archives?

[Eorl of Rohan]

Yes, but FErethor HAVE to have time to contact the guards.

[Everdawn]

Slip away, im going to have Maén scout out the area first, which means going into a public section of the Library which backs onto it, in that mean time he can slip away...

[Eorl of Rohan]

All right, POST!

[Everdawn]

In a minute! I can barely move my arms let alone my fingers... stupid swimming carnival... ill post by tonight, or unless i fall asleep, which i seem to be doign right now..

[Melisil]

Eorl, I know you already had you latest post written up and everything, but jsut a hint: try to modify it so it fits better.

note: Aelimur did talk to Ferethor in 'council' as Ferethor put it, Ferethor didn't shut him up right away. I don't know, just, what I'm saying is keep the posts fitting in with other peoples posts as well.

note note: ok, so I'm doing alot of notes.. your point?;) Anyways, I like the idea of sneaking in broad daylight, that will be fun to work with. And Eorl, as for time, according to your last post Ferethor's on his way to the guards already. He probably doesn't need to be that long.

note note note: :D my note up there is bigger then my acual post :rolleyes:

[Everdawn]

JUts a thought... Has anyone seen Crystal?

[Melisil]

sorry, I'm afraid I havn't. Did you pm her yet?

[Eorl of Rohan]

I know I should modify it, but I was too tired last night. :D I'll see what I can do.

And please POST, I have even written the part about ambrush by the bandits already! I'll post it up here too.

nope, haven't seen Crystal, hope she has not perished... Or revived, since this is the barrow-downs

[piosenniel]

I PM'd Crystal with instructions on how to get on board just now. Also asked her if she would check into the discussion thread ASAP.

Will let you know if I hear back from her.

~*~ Pio, Game Mod

[Kransha]

Ok, we're missing Crystal Heart and Thengal (right?)

Eorl, remember that Idruil (bio on pg. 1) will be joining the group soon, so if possible, you could work him into your already written posts. I too have the urge to write out everything I'll ever need for this game.

Whenever the archives are raided, I'm ready. I've got a pretty obvious reason why Idruil would want to join the quest, and why the questers would be motivated to encourage him thus, considering he could tell the authorities about them raiding the archives (of course, the guards will have already taken care of that, but the others don't know).

[Everdawn]

Thankyou Pio!

And yes guys, i have PM'd her a few times.


Eorl, i was thinking as well about Ferethor getting hit by arrows, and i think it would be more realistic for it not to hurt him badly so early in the journey. We are still a fair way form another surprise ive got in store (my fave, by the way). In all reality it would take a normal person weeks of rest and medical attention to get over getting hit by an arrow. Now im just going on the assumption that it's like being stabbed. Perhaps it could be "just a flesh wound"

NOTE: Last time i wrote Thengel, he/she was busy with exams for a few days... (which i TOTALLY understand ok!) but i will PM and make sure they made the switch.

-Everdawn

[Eorl of Rohan]

Of course. As Atharen said, the wound itself is no more than trival scratch. It's his will to live that counts, you see

[Eorl of Rohan]

I have a question. I know almost nothing about del, since I did nto pay much attention to him. can you guys give me few points of his pesonality?

[Everdawn]

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Delphinous has a strong, commanding personality, which often comes off as gruff; and has been hardened by long years of "man hunting". He is very calm,quiet, and not easily disturbed, but when aroused to anger, he is a force to be reckoned with!

this is about all we have to go with!

I think it's cool for me to post now...

[Eorl of Rohan]

Everdawn, did you know that I was on computer waiting for your post until 2 AM?

[Everdawn]

I fell asleep before dinner time. Give me a break, i only swam 2Km ;) so i was pretty tired! And im not even allowed to go out tonight, (being a Firday!!) becuase i need to 'rest up' before my 38km ride tomorrow, and im not even riding my own horse!.. in the hot aussie summer! Gah! no wonder im on the edge!

ok ill post now...

[piosenniel]

I'm going to ask that this thread be used to discuss game matters only.

There are PM's, email, and Chat (http://www.barrowdowns.com/Chat.asp?Size=) you can use for talking to each other about anything else.

Thanks,

Pio, Game Moderator

[Melisil]

Thank you Eorl for modifying your post a bit!--Aelimur has posted now, he's waiting outside while Maen, and those who went inside 'investigate', or whatever you call what they're doing.

[Eorl of Rohan]

You are right, Everdawn, I think I'll make the arrow just a scratch or something. Cancel the later posts.

And does anyone think I write too 'dramatically'? It's my weakness, I admit :D

[Eorl of Rohan]

Alll right, I will try my hand at Del's part now.

[Kransha]

Alright, second post up: Idruil is wandering around in the library.

Now I have but to wait until the archives are raided (which, unfortunately, could be a long time from now).

[Melisil]

Eorl-- your Del post is looking good!

Kransha-- Idruil is just around the library right now, right? Just making sure, or else I might of included some sort of "...Aelimur noticed a person who seemed, in a matter a speaking, very deadly, but somehow strange..." to my post. Haha, maybe slightly different then that though, I don't know how strange he is yet!

[Aredhel Ar-Feiniel]

Posting this on behalf of Everdawn.

Yesterday we did the Mundara Endurance, which is an endurance horse race in Queensland, at about the 3/4 mark there was a Taipan on the trail and her horse did not see it until it was right in front of him and Everdawn was thrown and is in hospital with two broken ribs and some damage to some other muscles and something else, (i cant remember). This means she cant post here for about a week, so she has asked me to be her go-between. I went to her house this morning and collected from her place here posts and notes on all her games. She is writing things as best she can from hospital and i was wondering if it was ok that i post them here for her. That shouldnt be a problem should it?

And i will print out all posts she has missed on both the Discussion Threads and the Rp and deliver them to her so she can review them.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Oh, no :( Even though this is off-topic, I hope Everdawn gets better soon! :(

[Kransha]

Originally posted by Melisil
Kransha-- Idruil is just around the library right now, right? Just making sure, or else I might of included some sort of "...Aelimur noticed a person who seemed, in a matter a speaking, very deadly, but somehow strange..." to my post. Haha, maybe slightly different then that though, I don't know how strange he is yet!

He's technically inside, but nobody needs to notice. He does sort of parade the fact that there's a sword hanging from his side around, but other than that, he doesn't stand out, which is what he likes.

My Plan (for those who want to know): When the party emerges from the Archives, Idruil, who's been wandering outside, notices. He, jumping at the chance for adventure or monetary award, pulls his sword/something like that, and demands why they were breaking in. Since Maen doesn't know about Ferethor and Aelimur getting clearance from the guard, she would be eager to somehow make sure Idruil doesn't alert the authorities, so she or someone else tells all. Since idruil is more motivated by adventure than monetary reward, he would easily forget about alerting the authorities in exchange for joining the Legacy Quest.

[piosenniel]

Aredhel Ar-Feiniel

Go ahead and put posts for Everdawn on the game.

If something needs to be fitted in somewhere (like before or after someone else's post) - then post it here on the discussion thread, and put my name in bold above it - telling me where she wants it put in. I can do that for her.

Thanks!

Pio, Game Moderator

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Sorry to hear about Everdawn...

[Eorl of Rohan]

The arrow scene - I wrote that all over again. It is not quite as dramatic, but it would do. I will post it here as soon as I am able.]

EDIT: Did anyone notice that I am trying very hard to portray Del as a carefree traveler? It's the opposite of my style - Ferethor's moody, confident, silent style. I thought - Hey, Atharen and Ferethor is kind of repetitive already - it would not do to introduce Del liek Ferethor. I am trying as best as I am able. However, my posts may seem rather forced and out of ordinary thing a carefree character would do. I pray you all to excuse me for that.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Ferethor then took to tracking the expedition through the woods, spent wiht grief and the wound ever sapping his strength. He had little hope to catch up to a horseback company in such a state. Indeed, Ferethor would have fain laid himself down and embraced death as a welcome relief if his pride and stern will did not drive him on. So it was that he stumbled upon the camp, utterly spent, as the morning dawned.

Ferethor was fevered and his will almost swooned to the darkness, and he wandered long in the shadow of his thought. But the fire of life was hot still in this youth of Gondor, or fate spared him yet for another day. He was aroused from the stupor of his dark imagination by the beaming sunlight gleaming through the thick canopy of trees that overhung the glade and the wavy motion of the dew-besprangled leaves of green and silver that danced in the gentle breeze.

"It is well to see you return to your strength, Ferethor." Aelimur cam up and clasped the shoulder that was not heavily bandaged as ferethor sat up. Idruil smiled, saying "If Atharen here had not some skills of healing at need, dark would have been your future." Ferethor glanced at Atharen, who merely shrugged and said "Grievious indeed would have been your loss, Ferethor of Gondor, we have yet much more peril to ovecome." Then he broke into a half-hearted smile, rare indeed for him.

Ferethor realised with dismay that they had stayed their travel to wait for him to rise, and his chagrin and pride made him rise to his yet unsteady feet. "But we have more then forty leagues to cover if we are to reach Ithilien by nightfall. Let us make haste!"

[piosenniel]

Notice to all players

The part of Carathir, the spy, will now be played by Everdawn.

_______________________________________________

I do want to remind everyone of one of the Shire rules for playing in RPG's:

Any player who goes missing for longer that 2 weeks without an explanation posted on the Discussion thread will be off the game. His character can then be killed or played by another player at the discretion of the owner.

~*~ Piosenniel, Game Moderator

[Aredhel Ar-Feiniel]

This was Maén taking a look at the plan of the building, she was going to be quick and then come out and form a plan with everyone else. This is not the breaking in. Maén is trickier than just to wander around the library. The sooner we can get this done the sooner we can leave Minas Tirith.

OK, and Kransha, she left the way open for your character to spot them looking around.

If there are any questions about this, i can relay them to Everdawn.

[Eorl of Rohan]

I don't think Everdawn is in the state to take over Carathir, with her accident and all. I already have Del to take care of, though, so I can't possibly take on three characters, I think.

Everdawn, can you make it? Or should one of us take care of Carathir?

[Aredhel Ar-Feiniel]

I owuld say the same Eorl. Id gladly let you be the one to tell her no, (you may or may not get your head bitten off.) Besides, I saw her last night and she seemed keen to do it, and you know she'll be out of hospital in a few days, possibly Wednesday, depending on things, and then she can come back.

[Eorl of Rohan]

OK, I will do Carathir thingy until Everdawn comes back.

[Aredhel Ar-Feiniel]

Ah! I still have to visit this afternoon and give her the posts for today, she has already started writing for Carathir, and form what she explained to me about the story (explanation? more like a lecture!) I think she is really taking to Carathir.

[piosenniel]

Eorl

Thanks for your offer to take over the spy . . .

But, Everdawn has made her wishes clear to me - she wants to write for Carathir.

So, thanks again, but please let Everdawn handle the character.

~*~ Pio, Game Moderator

[Eorl of Rohan]

OK :D I hope she did not take offence, I was trying to help :confused:

__________________________________

Eorl

I'm sure she didn't, and your offer was appreciated. But Everdawn is the owner and has a good hand on what she does and does not want done.

Thanks again!

~*~ Pio

[Amanaduial the archer]

A question concerning the Archive entry: sorry, but who is actually going in, and why exactly?

[Melisil]

who is actually going in, and why exactly?

I was wondering who aswell, and also, while whoever is doing the breaking in is breaking in, what are the other characters doing?

Aman, they're going in so that they can find papers confirming that everything Maen suspects is true. To make they're not going on this quest for no reason.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Not to mention I am wondering why Eorl's offering the keys completely ignored by Crystal.

[Eorl of Rohan]

CONSULTATION ABOUT POETRY

I had a whim to write a poetry of lore and insert it into one of the posts which will be given here. It was intended to give a feeling of 'LOTR',but needless to say it is an utter failure. Pathetic, really. It has no direct relevance to the business at hand, so it could be taken out easily. However, I worked hours on the thing and am reluctant to actaully discard it.

I would like your opinions whether I should take this poetry out or leave it there.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Ferethor wondered at the vast Hall of Archives, for it was of exequisite workmanship. He breathed, "The skill of stonewrights in the Dwarven kingdom of Dale has little been lessened by time." Many-shaded torches cast their colorful light of mingled hue in the hall, revealing towering pillars of marble and rich taperstries woven of scarlet and gold. And preserved in bronze caskets bound with silver, countless scrolls of history and lore met his amazed glance. Ferethor was a captain learned in the lore of his people yet ever thirsting for more, and these appealed to the part of his mind that yearned for knowledge

((This is why Ferethor lingers after everyone else escapes, giving guards the chance to enter and surround Ferethor))

Even as he stood speechless with wonder, Aelimur broke the stunned silence of the group. "Maen, no offence, but how are we going to find the incriminating evidences our of all these rubbish?" Ferethor remembered that Aelimur cared little for lore. Maen replied, somewhat shaken, "I don't know".

((And from here is the poetry part.))

Ferethor knelt, carefully lifting a crumbling scroll from a nearby casket. He caught his breah upon unrolling it, for it was written in the Old Adunaic of Numenor which was now faded from the memories of men. The jagged and angled forms bore no more then rude semblance of flowing letters of Gondor. Ferethor read aloud, his clear voice breaking the dark, forboding silence.

((I'm not sure if letters used in Numenor is really jagged and angled, I just assumed it would be from the harsh and gutteral language.))

Where now dwells the Numenor?
Seek not the Westernesse,
For they foundered beneath the sea,
Passing away for evermore.

Once was Numenor glorious
And Edain the kings among Men
Until Sauron of the many-guises
Sought to take dominion

Shadowed was its fair demeanor
By Gorthaur the wise-seeming
Ever sweet he shaped his words
Subtle poison hidden beneath

Gift of Iluvatar did Sauron scorn
With everlasting life he lured
And Ar-pharazon ever heeded
His twisted counsel woven of lies

So ban of Valar did they break
The proud sons of Westernesse
War upon Aman did they wage
Sealing their doom full-wrought

Appalled did the Faithful see
the sea swallow Numenor
Its foundation lost among waves
In the wrath of Eru the Mighty

Sorrowfully still the Faithful sing
Of Atlante which is no more
And great majesty and splendor
of Numenor that passed away

Even as Ferethor finished reciting, Atharen said softly, "It is a part of Lay of Atlante, which sings of Numenor's downfall." Ever practical, Aelimur broke in. "But old lores and bygone history is not going to help us much, gentlemen. What is to be done?"

[Crystal Heart]

Hey Eorl of Rohan-you offered keys? Alright, must have missed that post. Why don't you try again? Act as if you are mad at her for not ignoring you. The character of Crystal is a little busy thinking about many different things. Let's work that into the equation.

I really like your poetry. Very nice. I think it would be neat to add it in there, but how can we in an RPgame? Just wondering. First game for me. I'm sure you all can tell.

~Crystal

[piosenniel]

Poetry is fine in an RP. And I think Eorl's post intro's it nicely. It layers the storyline a little, giving an expanded glimpse of the character who recites and comments on it.

~*~ Pio

[Everdawn]

Hello people! Im back and I see Aredhel told you of my little... catastrophe. And thanks to Aredhel for helping me out. You guys have done a great job. The next few days I will only be able to sit up at the computer for short amounts of time so bear with me.

So answering some questions...


Who is going in... I havent figured it out, volunteers?

EDIT: Yes, i really want to do Carathir now, i think he will tie in really well with what i have planned. I did have a PM a while ago from Thengel saying he/she was busy with exams, so if Thegel comes back ill give Carathir back but until then im taking him as mine. Thankyou for offering though Eorl.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Volunteering, as I would have to if I were tog et ambrushed by the guards. :D

Welcome back, Everdawn! You aren't offended at my 'application' for Carathir?

[Everdawn]

Seriously, I dont get offended easily... I will have a post up for Carathir in a day or two, possibly tomorrow. Carathir will just hang outside.

[Kransha]

Hello again.
I know it seems like I haven't posted in an eternity, but it's sort of obvious why. Until everyone leaves the Archives, Idruil has nothing to do. When exactly will that happen, if you don't mind me asking? I should prepare a post of some kind so I can finally start interacting with the other characters in this RPG. I could submit another post with Idruil randomly wandering around in the Library, outside or near the aforementioned door. After a few introductory posts, Idruil's thoughts are pretty clear, but it's still unknown how he reacts to other people, which is something I have to work on.

[Everdawn]

Ill have the break in written today and posted by tonight.

[Kransha]

Ok, I added another post exploring Idruil as a character in the library. He'll just be milling until the group exits. Then, well, you know the drill.

[Everdawn]

I know i said id have the post up by last night, but I got very tired very quickly and the parentals made me to to sleep. It will be up soon though and then we can get on with the rest of the game.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Ah, I was just wondering, how would Atharen and Aelimur rescue Ferethor from the sentinels in the Hall of ARchives? I've thought about it the whole day and the only solution I came up with was Atharen to slip a kindjal into Meren's back and escaping in the confusion that issued.

But not only way Meren a 'good character', this kind of sneaky underhandedness is not very preferable, but I have not yet discovered any other solution out of the problem.

I would like your opinions and ideas, please.

[Everdawn]

I have no idea what youre talking about...

[Eorl of Rohan]

The plan was that Ferethor would linger after the others left in the Hall of Archives, and the guards informed beforehand would come out and surround him, remember?

And then it was concluded that Atharen and Aelimur would save the day and get Ferethor rescued - somehow. But What I am asking is, How?

[Eorl of Rohan]

Ferethor noted that the citadel guards here were mostly youths without experience in battle. They were also armed only with spears, which was almost of no use in close combat like this. Moreover, they were reluctant to shed blood of a fellow Gondorian. Ferethor the Captain of Guards was also known and admired by many young sentiniels and all have heard of the fame of his valour and skill of arms. He may yet break out of this ring...

((And the rescue scene should be continued from here. I will write an example. However I do not want to misuse Atharen character without Amanaduial the Archer's permission, and this may seem like a misuse.))

The entrance door slid open silently. Ferethor stared with only a widening of the eyes that betrayed his fear and amaze at Atharen with a silver-bound kindjal in his hand. 'Fool!' He thought, panic gleaming in his eyes, "If he is captured as an accomplice, who'd protect the company, for Eru's sake?"

Atharen slid his knife into Meren's back just as silently, and Meren crumpled without a gasp. Knowing that he had no more choice, Ferethor twisted himself free of the surprised Guards, who have not yet recovered from their shock. Ferethor drew his slender elven blade with a fluid movement, his years of experience and hardened reflex taking over in the instant chaos and confusion that issued. Even as Ferethor slashed out of the room, Atharen slammed the outside door shut, the door where the soldiers have entered from.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Sorry. one of the sentences in that passage is rather confusing... Ferethor stared with only a widening of the eyes that betrayed his fear and amaze at Atharen with a silver-bound kindjal in his hand. 'Fool!' He thought, panic gleaming in his eyes, "If he is captured as an accomplice, who'd protect the company, for Eru's sake?"
First of all, what is a kindjal? Secondly, when you say '"fool!" he thought' - who thought, Atharen or Ferethor? I would rather you did not use Atharen from his own point of view; I'm generall quite relaxed about use of my characters, but please keep it focused from your own character rather than mine. Thanks :)

Thirdly: Do I have to kill him? Somehow I think a ranger of the same descendance as the King, and who fought in The Last Alliance, and who, as already mentioned, feels he has an alliance with Gondor...would not be altogether keen to be going about killing the Gondorian soldiers. Just a thought ;) However, if I do injure him, would you be content if it wasn't fatal? Rather than attempting to kill one of the guards which will only completely infuriate them and, thinking about it, probably jerk them into action, it would probably be more effective generally if the ranger, or whoever, grabbed one of them - Meren, if you wish - holding him, whatever, at knifepoint, so as to prevent any of the guards from injuring any of his company. The guards would not want to be responsible for any injury of another fellow guard, and would possibly still be quite shocked, and so Ferethor would be able to wriggle away, folllowed by Aelimur (who would be there, right?). Atharen would throw back the guard and follow suit, slamming the door behind them and, if at all possibly, jamming or locking it in some way.

Rather dramatic and much less violent. What do you say?

[piosenniel]

Eorl

Let's do change that reference, and use a descriptive phrase for the knife.

Kindjals are Russian weapons, mostly from the Georgian Republic. They were a weapon of choice by the Cossacks - long, double edged knives good for close combat - slashes, cuts, and thrusts.

This is a Middle-earth based game, the word kindjal would not be an approriate reference.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Thanks Pio :)

Hmm. Now, much as I'm sure Atharen would be delighted to have a kindjal, it isn't really appropriate; his dirk or one of the few daggers he keeps about his person would probably do. But are you alright with my alternative plan?

[Everdawn]

So... (sorry, im a bit out of it today) But are you wanting a fight after the archives?

Becuase I was thinking Slip in, slip out and make Maén think that she got away with it and then hit the road as soon as possible because in all Honesty im starting to get bored.

-Everdawn

[Eorl of Rohan]

He in the post? Of course I meant Ferethor, I would not presume to act like God who knows everything about what others are feeling. You may reast easy on that point, Atharen. No, Amanduaial. I'm getting confused :D

I heard the word kindjal somewhere, and I thought it was another word for simple dagger of some sort. Thank you for clarifying what a kindjal was, Piosenniel! Of course, since this is Amanduial's character, he may choose what weapon Atharen uses.

Yes, the 'killing' part was what bothered me, too, and sought for your permission. I have already pondered the part about 'holding aknife before' dramatic scene, but decided that this kind of thing would not work with Gondorian soldiers who'd be loyal enough to give up all their lives. Maybe an injury that was not really fatal? But as I said, if you wish it without any bloodshed -so it shall be.

[Everdawn]

Ok what I need to know now is who is going in... So far I have Ferethor and Maén, possibly Crystal and Atharen, is that ok and the others can stand watch. Any suggestions?

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

I'd like Roryn to go in, but to stand sentry, rather than actually do the stealing...when Ferethor get's surrounded, he then backs off, knowing that it isn't a good idea to fight all the guards...

[Amanaduial the archer]

So....

Ferethor and Maen go in to get what they seek, Ferethor would linger for a bit just curious about the Archives, not really suspecting any trouble, and meanwhile the younger soldier has alerted some guards about the break-in; they storm in, surrounding Ferethor, ready to arrest or kill him. Meanwhile outside, the others are getting impatient about exactly what is taking Ferethor so long, and some, Atharen included, have a rather bad feeling about his delay...Atharen and Crystal (?) go back in to find Ferethor surrounded. They get him out as described above, slam and jam the door to delay the guards a bit, and then get as far away as possible sharpish.

They should probably then disperse into, say, groups of two or three so as to make themselves less conspicuous, as the guards would be looking for them all together in their larger group, agreeing to meet up later, maybe in the Inn used before. What do youse think?

Ok...Everdawn or Eorl, you should probably write the first part; get into the archives etc and have Ferethor a-lingering etc, then surrounded...that should take you a few posts, and can I ask that you don't go further than that, Eorl? I'd like to have a bit of a write in for the attack :)

[Kransha]

Actually, that works very well.

The guards are locked/stuck inside the Archives and the company has to flee swiftly. Unfortunately, there path would be blocked by Idruil (FINALLY!). Gives Maen more motivation to offer him a position in the legacy company quickly.

Must prepare a post for that. I'm off!

[Eorl of Rohan]

The VAST HALL OF ARCHIVE post is through, thank goodness!

So, Atharen, do you mean to shed blood or not?

[Everdawn]

I will be working on a post for Carathir tomorrow, maybe he can meet Kransha's character outside the archives.?

[Kransha]

Anything sounds good to me right about now.

[Melisil]

oops! I've put Aelimur in the archives now also, as was specified by Eorl's post in the game, it seemed he was in.. I hope that's ok! He won't be doing much, if you'd like, I can make him stand guard with Roryn.

[Kransha]

One question so I can write up a post:
Where exactly is the entrance to the archives? I can't figure it out. Is it outside or inside the library, and, if so, where in the library. I have to get Idruil to start milling around there.

[Everdawn]

I left that open Melisil... Maén went her own way so your characters could have been in there...

As for the Archives, they are joining the library but in another building that is guarded.

[Crystal Heart]

Hello all my Legacy friends!!

Just to announce if people are questioning Aman and I have been talking and we are thinking about setting those two together in a more romantic way/ally thingy. I hope I worded it right Aman. Anyway that's what we think would make it a little more interesting. Allies/Traitors/romance. Well that's our thought. Thought it would add a fairly interesting twist.

Hope that is alright with everyone.

I hope everyone is well and good. I am now in better spirits. I do hope that my illness and under the weather attitude haven't damped my posts. If they have I apologize and beg for your forgiveness.

Thank you all!!

Until the next person posts,

Crystal Heart

[Melisil]

Everdawn--- ok, it just looked like you had chosen who was/wasn't going in..

Crystal-- ooh! I like that idea! It could add a very fun twist, and ya, it will fit in fairly fine either way aswell!

[Eorl of Rohan]

Romance? *winces*

You mean one of this story-book thingy that becomes

*and then they lived happily ever after*


EDIT: Sorry for wincing, but it really, really disgusts me.

[Everdawn]

Hey thats cool a couple! I have just one wish... drive us crazy to see whether they get together or not, I love that!

Also, I have one thing that im noticing in some posts that some portrayals of Maén are starting to stray from her true character, she is not a happy person, she has this horrible memory from her past which has caused her obsessiveness to find Guriel. Im imaginging how horrible it would be to live like that when I write my posts, Im hoping to get across the sense of hope that she has to hold onto, her drive to win. Not to mean that she is nasty, not at all, she is quite compassionate but smiles rarely... get what I mean.

And I have been thinking of this also for a while now when I began to notice my posts for Maén were becoming bland of her individual self, we have been concerntrating too hard on getting the game done that we have been ignoring the character's individual interactions with eachother... The only real interaction which is taking place is between Atharen and Crystal. I dont want you guys to think that im dissing you or anything, becuase im doing it too, but I want to believe that these characters are real, when they get hurt or possibly die, I want to feel pain.

Do you guys get what I mean?

[Crystal Heart]

Eorl of Rohan- It's not a "happily ever after sort of thing." We are simply writing and dealing with whatever happens. If Crystal or Atharen die then that's the way it will be. Just watch and keep an open mind. You may be surprised by the wonder of the pen, or the keyboard as we are all using at the present moment. A closed mind will make your character hostile towards the Crystal and Atharen. Being open minded is a virtue that many have a hard time possessing. Try conqeuring being closed minded, you may be thoroughly surprised my dear friend.

Everdawn-Of course it will not be simple as there is nothing simple in real life. I personally thank you for the compliment. I have been writing for a long time, since a wee child in fact. I am glad that my character has some depth and dimension.

Here is what I do when I write, I put myself in the character. I feel and think what my character would feel and think. Do not be the narrator, do not be outside the game, be the game. Be the person, feel the world. Imagine, being in this setting of swords, horses, and the like. 'Tis so much easier to write. Write from your heart and the words shall flow like a mighty river over a wonderous waterfall. The wonder of words should be a wonder. Feel it all, do not over think. Over thinking hurts the truth and pure ways of writing.

I hope that this helps everyone in their writings. It is what I have done all of my life. I find that it makes writing so much more of an adventure and a wonder. I also find that it makes you wonder and want more because you are unsure of how your character will react next. Be free my friends.

Until I come back online,

Crystal Heart-maiden of the pen

[Amanaduial the archer]

Originally posted by Crystal Heart
Eorl of Rohan- It's not a "happily ever after sort of thing." We are simply writing and dealing with whatever happens.

Indeed, I rather doubt it will be a happy ever after story - I don't do cliches, and besides, looking at my track record, sadly, happy endings don't get much of a look in really...

Anyway, I would hope y'all would have noticed the feelings between Atharen and Crystal on the RPG (nice notice there anyway though, Crystal :) ), but a fundamental point is that that's because...you can see their thoughts! That's right, ladies and gents, and it is rather an advantage over your character, who can't. ;) I'm just saying this because, without any real encouragement or reason, several characters appear to have leaped to the conclusion that Atharen and Crystal are in love. Well, this is the thing - as yet, they aren't properly, and being their secrete selves, no real reason has really been given to the others that they have that sort of feeling towards each other. Maybe others would sense that there was something, a sort of affinity maybe, between them - but please could I ask you to alter the references to holding hands and them actually being in love (obviously not you, Crystal).

Thanks :)

[Everdawn]

Forgot to mention... Hama, nice reference to the scroll Gandalf found and read in the Minas Tirith Archives!

Crystal: When i was designing Maén I origionally thought of her being half way between Commodus (For his temperment in Gladiator), Mulan and Rachel from "The Ring". Quite a god mix I think to start her off. :D

[Melisil]

I've filled in the kind of half-save thingy I had on my last post now.

Eorl: don't think that it will be 'happy ever after'. Although there is a chance of this, it may or may not happen. Also, I loved your last post, but where is Del?

Aman & Crystal: I've been very much loving your writing! Both your characters are very real, and keeping me want to know what happens next!

Everybody: This game has just been getting better! yay! haha, it's helping me with my writing alot too!

PS. adding to my title: alot of exclamation marks used too...

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Yeah...as of yet, Roryn doesn't know anything, but he's seen the way that Crystal's been glancing at Atharen occasionally, and looking when she's behind him. He suspects that Crystal has fallen for Atharen, and doesn't really care, he just thinks that its foolish to love, period...for reasons that may or may not be revealed later...

[Crystal Heart]

Thank you Melisil for your compliment.

I hope all my advice helps everyone.


As for the happily ever after, it isn't entirely out of the question. But we are playing this as if it was real life, nothing is ever happily ever after in the real world. Believe me, living a life time in this world shows you that.

Del said that he couldn't be online for a while, he figured we would kill him off. He wanted to apologize to everyone. Maybe we could play his character until he returns? Just a suggestion.

Ta ta until tomorrow my friends,

Crystal Heart

[Everdawn]

Eladain Moruviel said last tiem I head that he could have to give the game up. Does this mean he is coming back? If he is could he PM me or something?

Okay... JUst notice, im going to get Maén out of the archives and i dont really want everyone left behind, so if anyone has anyting to say to her best do it now or it will be ot late and we will haev moved on... (finally!;) ) and I will have Carathir waiting outside and a post up for him shortly.

[Eorl of Rohan]

No, I was not being close-minded, I am afraid to have offended you all.

You see, I am only fifteen, and I can't stand my classmates talking about handsome movie stars annd boyfriends. I don't understand them. So I have always associated romance with something vaguely adultish, disgusting, and stupid thing that takes up valuable time that could be used profitably in reading...

Maybe I am too young yet to understand that romance is not a repulsive thing. I'm only fifteen, after all.

[Eorl of Rohan]

AS for the tip, Everdawn, that is exactly what I do :p

You don't mean we will not kill Del? I spent hours on his death scene!

And I will not complain of romance hereafter, Everdawn and Amanduial the archer, I will just not read your posts. :D If romance is enjoyable to you all, I have no right to oppose it.

[Everdawn]

So by reading Ferethor's little entry, are we all going to outside and be like..."Oh! I wonder where Ferethor is?" - to put it simply. Is that right?

[Eorl of Rohan]

I guess so.

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Roryn is already out and is waiting by the entrace after leading the libaraian away. When Maen comes out he will help them get out of the library unseen...

[Amanaduial the archer]

Originally posted by Eorl of Rohan
No, I was not being close-minded, I am afraid to have offended you all.

You see, I am only fifteen, and I can't stand my classmates talking about handsome movie stars annd boyfriends. I don't understand them. So I have always associated romance with something vaguely adultish, disgusting, and stupid thing that takes up valuable time that could be used profitably in reading...

Maybe I am too young yet to understand that romance is not a repulsive thing. I'm only fifteen, after all. Eorl, so am I ;) Cime on, man, it's a role-play.

[piosenniel]

Unless the romance plot twist has ill effects on the RPG, please do not discuss your personal biases on the Game Discussion Thread.

There is PM and Chat for discussing things that don't concern the game directly.

Thanks!

Piosenniel, Shire Moderator

[piosenniel]

Everdawn

Eladain's last post on the entire BD forum was the one to you where he announced he could not play in the game.

I doubt he will be back and he did say his character could be done with as you wished - carried along or killed, he said.

~*~ Pio

[Everdawn]

I thought it so. So guys, you can just stick to the plan, righte-o?

[Kransha]

Ok, I'll just sort of mill until something happens.

Perhaps, Everdawn, you could place up a Carathir (or anyone who might end up outside) post so that Idruil could finally notice someone. Everything can begin with a civilized conversation, until everyone else rushes out and jams the door. Idruil, suspicious, demands what's going on, etc. (you get the idea).

Must write up an Idruil post. I'm off!

[Everdawn]

Yeah! That would work really well becuase Carathir is a man of the east so his appearance would not be welcoming to most Gondorians.

[Kransha]

YAY, dramatic tension! My area of literary expertise.

I'll start writing up the post.

I assume it'll go something like (also including the post after this one)): Idruil is still wandering and being nostalgic in the library. He notices Carathir near the passage to the Archives and addresses him. He can perhaps strike up a conversation, since he's currently very bored, and then the Legacy questers plunge out. Idruil draws his weapon, demanding that an explanation be given. When he hears of the quest (or however that works out) he would jump at the oppurtunity to join the group and ignore the breaking and entering.

[Everdawn]

Great, ill have the post up in a while.

[Kransha]

What specifically will your Carathir post contain? I want to prepare my post in advance, since I'm really itching to write it. Will Carathir notice Idruil wandering or will he remain oblivious? If it is the latter, Idruil can just come up to him and attempt to make conversation.

[Everdawn]

The Latter

[Eorl of Rohan]

I apologize, Piosenniel,. I have a tendency to go bit off topic now and then, I will try to not to do so in the future. Sorry for taking up your time.

[Everdawn]

Transport.... Do we want horses, those witout can be paid for by our little blonde chorine. What say you? It's just that some may choose to walk but Maén will NOT walk the distance... she told me so herself.

[Eorl of Rohan]

Gondorians are unused to horses. I vote for foot.

[Kransha]

Ok, the Idruil post is up. For now, he's just walking behind Carathir, since he (and I) could not think of anything valid for him to say to a complete stranger. If anyone else can think of something, don't hesitate to tell me and I'll edit my post accordingly. Otherwise, Idruil will just follow until he notices everyone bursting out of the archives (I assume Crystal, Ferethor, and Atharen are still inside?)

On the subject of horses: Idruil still has a horse, not far from the archives, but he'd be willing to walk if everyone else would, since he is just as used to it. My vote is foot, though, since Gondorians aren't horse people, but if Maen prefers horses, we should all bow to her wishes *bows*.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Eorl of Rohan - please see your PMs.

Everdawn - sorry, I am a little confused by your most recent post. You said Maen wondered where Ferethor, Atharen and Crystal were - actually, we're outside, with you I think, although we may arrive a few moments later from getting Ferethor out of his tight space.

[piosenniel]

Please remember to remove your signatures from every game post.

~*~ Pio, Game Moderator

[Everdawn]

Ah! Of course! I thought you guys were still inside, not to worry ill change my post.

[Melisil]

I put Roryn, Maen, Del, and Aelimur as running in a different direction then Atharan, Ferethor, and Crystal. No problems there?

Ok, anyways, I just wanted to make sure there is no one else with them right now. ((sorry if I forgot you:( ))

[Everdawn]

My post got us out of there and we should just be waiting for Atharen, Crystal and Ferethor to catch up, allthoutgh they are a small way behind. We are ready to roll!

EDIT NOTE: Have watched "The Others" Today, was unnerved at how much Nicole's character is like the darker side of Maén, spooky!

[Eorl of Rohan]

There is going to be a stormy scene with Ferethor and Atharen - so it may be a while before they catch up. What about meeting Idruil while they are busy?

[Everdawn]

Danger! Danger Will Robinson!!!!

Dont tell Maén about the guards! She would have an absoloute spak-attack! and would fire them on the spot! You know how she feels about the guards of Minas Tirith and the King!:eek: :eek: :eek: For the love of Elendil keep it a secret from her!

[Eorl of Rohan]

I agree with Everdawn, there would certainly be a VERY stormy scene if Maen finds out - she'd probably go ballistic. But I don't think Ferethor would easily give in, either, if he is 'fired'.

[Crystal Heart]

For the vote of transportation the character of Crystal Heart is flexible. She can ride and she can walk. She has ridden horses a lot due to her past as the daughter of General Dorian of Rohan. But she doesn't mind walking. She has done that a lot in the past couple of years of her history. So therefore walking or riding is perfectly find with Crystal as long as someone tells her or offers her a ride or anything of that kind of thing.


A tout a l'heure!

Crystal

[Melisil]

Oh, yes! I forgot about this... Aelimur, as he's been a soldier for so long, can do either walking, marching, or riding. Once they start going total long distance though, he would definitly preffer riding, though he will not complain if they must walk.

[Eorl of Rohan]

I have a question. There is this matter of 'who is better at swordfighting' keep coming up between Crystal and Ferethor. Who is, for that matter?

I'd prefer that Ferethor is better then Crystal, for the following reasons.

1. Ferethor is captain of the Guards of Minas Tirith, a very high rank and in favor of the king.
2. Crystal is a young lass after all.
3. Crystal is stated to have learned to 'ride and fight like a rider of rohan', and a common rider of Rohan would be no match against Ferethor
4. I'd like that better :D *shamefully grins*

so I'm asking for the other people's opinions

[Melisil]

If it comes to who is better, I don't know if I could say. I think you'd be fairly evenly matched.

1. Ferethor is the captain of the gaurd wich gives him skill.
2. Being a guard for so many years, could have also made him too used to those techniques.
3. Crystal was trained alot by her father, a very good swordsmen.
4. In the woods, Crystal would probably be better off, as she has been a wanderer, and learned to fight in many different terrains.
5. Ferethor is extremely cocky.
6. Crystal is cocky in a way too, but a different way..

So if you look those over, I'd say they are pretty matched. You must also remember, Eorl, that it won't matter much his or her skill in war if it comes to hand to hand combat. For war you need to worry about more then one person, therefor using different fighting techniques then if you are in 1 on 1, where you can focus on your opponent.

Anyway, that is my opinion. Personally I wouldn't mind seeing a brief clash of steel between Ferethor and Crystal, as long as you both respect that the other has fighting skills too.

[Melisil]

Just letting you know, I've finished off my post now.

[Everdawn]

Ok Maén will not want to walk the whole way, she will ride Hittai and Carathir will take his horse which he rode from Lysia's but he will not ride rather Thaoura ( (Th-aow-rah)aborigional tribal word for Thunder... random fact that all) will act as a pack animal. And everyone else will walk is that right?

EDIT: We have a problem... Carathir has goine to meet Maén at the library but they are on their way to the stables. Now i think that to have Idruil come into it, he should follow Carathir and the others listening ot their conversation... That ok Kransha?

[Everdawn]

OK my save is up...

On the Ferethor and Crystal thing.

I have to agree with Ferethor, he is a captian and a *shudders* male and you have to remember, generally men are stronger than women and Crystal's description is that of a small woman. (Yay! so is Maén!) and also it was very gender specific, girls did not usually fight, but I know Crystal is the Rohan (almost put Roman, been watchign too much Gladiator) General's daughter, so its probable she knows hoe to protect herself.

Unlike Maén, whose father was high standing in the army but was a very traditional man, girls did not fight so he would not equip her, rather her brothers taught her close quarters defence. You will often hear Maén confirm her uselessness at fighting, but little do they know she is going to try and have a swipe at Guriel or die trying. ;)

[Eorl of Rohan]

I notice you say "I agree with Ferethor" instead of Eorl of Rohan. I've made mistakes like that too, can't imagine Amanaduial (There, I put Atharen first and erased it) as anyone but Atharen. :D

But Pio is going to kill me for off-topic posts.

[Everdawn]

No I meant agree with Ferethor, I speak of Maén as though she is a real person, who should Ferethor be any different? :D