Defense of the Poros discussion thread

[Bêthberry]

Orual invites you to play her game, Defense of the Poros.

Title: Defense of the Poros

Basic Storyline: In the years before the Haradrim's attack on Gondor in 2885, Gondor has erected a settlement south of the Poros river, hoping to extend its borders. It is a small settlement, with around a hundred settlers. Young Captain Anhelm is put in charge of it, and all goes smoothly until one of his soldiers informs him that a marauding band of Haradrim are heading directly toward them. Anhelm must protect his settlement from the invaders.

The purpose of the story is to ... protect the settlement from the Haradrim.

This means we will know the story is over when ... the assistance from Gondor comes, and the battle is over; no outcome is certain.

Starting Location: The Poros Settlement
Likely destination: The Poros Settlement

Timeframes:

i) This game takes place in the Third Age at around year 2860.
ii) The story itself or plot covers two weeks.
iii) This game requires a time commitment of 6-8 weeks from me, the Game Manager, and from the major players.

Characters:

Main character types are ...
3 defenders (Gondorian; soldiers or settlers)
3 attackers (Haradrim)
Haradrim captain

Secondary character types likely are ...
None

Character types which would not belong ....
Any not listed

The Game Manager will play one character, Anhelm, Captain of the Stward's Guard and in charge of the settlement at the Poros (character profile and first post to follow in next post on this thread).

Other information of special interest that you would like to include:
The attack referenced in "Basic Storyline":

: 2885. Stirred up by emissaries of Sauron the Haradrim cross the Poros and attack Gondor. The sons of Folcwine of Rohan are slain in the service of Gondor.

From Appendix B

Info on Harad (http://people.wiesbaden.netsurf.de/~lalaith/Tolkien/Fr_Men.html).


Map of Rohan and Gondor, including the Poros (at the bottom right of the picture), scanned from Karen Wynn Fonstad's "Atlas of Middle-earth": http://lotrmaps.middle-earth.us/maps/r3t_M63.jpg


Contact: Please submit character profiles and first posts on this thread, for consideration by Orual.

When Orual has accepted all Game Players and the character positions have been filled, she will open the game thread. Date and Time to be announced here.

Please remember to disable your signatures on the game thread.

Have fun, Writers of the Mark!

Bêthberry,
Moderator for Rohan


Edit: The link to Harad is now fixed.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 12:16 AM January 14, 2004: Message edited by: Bêthberry ]

[Bêthberry]

Character profile and first post for Anhelm, Orual's character.

Name: Anhelm, Captain of the Steward's Guard

Age: 28

Appearance: Tall, strong, and fit, Anhelm is every inch a soldier, and the very image of an ambitious young captain. His dusty-brown hair hangs down to his mid-neck, and his gray eyes hint at his vast stores of energy. His movements are quick and almost ceaseless, and when he must be still he has nervous habits like cracking his knuckles or drumming his fingers on tables.
As Commander of the Poros settlement, he is rarely seen in anything but his uniform. His sword, Glindraug, was passed down to him as the eldest son, and he is the sixth generation weilder. He almost always wears it.

History: Anhelm came from a long line of Gondorian soldiers, serving under the Stewards and, before that, the Kings. Under his father's tutelage he made his way swiftly up the ranks of the guard, due to the uneasy times as well as his skill in leadership and battle, and his loyalty to Gondor.
His father was an excellent soldier, charismatic and very well-liked, and close to the Steward. Anhelm fought his way up the chain of command, making his father very proud, but part of his reasoning was his desire to get out of his father's shadow, and to make a name for himself, on his own merits.
His priorities shifted when their home was attacked by Haradrim invaders, and his father was injured. Though he survived, he would never walk again. Fury fueled his loyalty to Gondor, and he became one of the best soldiers in the army, and was promoted to captain for his efforts. At twenty-seven, he was given command of the Poros settlement.

Personality: Anhelm's zeal for crown and country is what most people see when they first meet him, and it is indeed a large part of his personality. But he is also a dedicated brother, son, and uncle, and is known to his close friends as a boistrous and exuberant man. To others he appears stern and hard-working. He takes his duties very seriously, and feels intensely the burden of the settlement, and of the lives entrusted to him. He is wary and shrewd, with a brilliant tactical mind, courageous with a healthy sense of anxiety about the perilous location of his settlement. His flaws include a keen hatred of the Haradrim due to their raid on his house, which obscures his vision sometimes and skews his judgement. Also, though he is talented, he is young, and has trouble dealing with the responsibility of commanding the Poros settlement.

The first post for the game:

The sun crept slowly to meet the horizon, peering out over a grey morning and a bleak landscape. Captain Anhelm, Commander of the Poros Settlement, was already up to greet it. Dressed in his uniform, his sword sheathed and set carefully on the desk in front of him, Anhelm shivered a little and looked out of the window. He stood up and grabbed his cloak from a hook on the wall of his modest office, and went out into what was the beginnings of his village.

"Morning, Captain," a young soldier said amiably, touching his forehead in respect. He glanced at Anhelm's cloak, and his smile slipped. "You might not need that," he said, a touch of gloom entering his voice. "It's warm again today, and Telpe says not to hope for a cold wind any time soon."

Anhelm laughed, then smiled. "Take what Telpe says with a grain of salt," he suggested. "She is no more an expert on the climate here than you or I. We may get a reprieve from the heat yet." The young man smiled gratefully, touched his forehead again, and left.

"Good morning, Uncle Anhelm!" cried a young girl, running up to him. Her brown pigtails trailed out behind her, and she had a string of white winter flowers in her hand that would be made into either a necklace or a circlet. Her name was Mavi, short for Vidumavi. She was his only niece, and he loved her dearly.

"Good morning, love!" Anhelm replied, picking her up and giving her a kiss right on the top of her head. "How are you? And where are your shoes? Don't your feet hurt?"

Mavi laughed and wiggled her way to being put down. "Telpe says that she's got some tea and soup for you for breakfast, and she sent me to tell you. And my feet don't hurt. I'm like the Wild Men! I don't need shoes." She pulled a fierce face and, making her hands like claws, growled at her uncle.

Anhelm smiled. "You're a tough one, all right. I bet I could pick you up by the toes and your hair wouldn't get mussed. Let's see!" He grabbed her by the waist and tickled her until she shrieked, and at that point he put her down and kissed her on the nose. "Run along..."

She did, and Anhelm went and gathered the feel of the morning, which was fairly like the last few mornings: tense. A settlement right near the Harad Road was not the safest place, especially in these uneasy times. The Haradrim were getting uneasy, egged on, some said, by darker forces, though Anhelm was hard pressed to believe it. He was a practical man, who believed in more or less only what he could see. Some vague "darker forces" were not enough to make him nervous.

But the Haradrim did make him nervous. His father was bound to bed because of them, never to walk again; his people could not let their children stray far from the settlement proper because of them. How could he not be nervous? He was in charge of this settlement; all of these lives were in his hands.

"Captain?" An older soldier came up to him. "I have some reports from the scouts. Would you like to come read them?"

Anhelm took a deep breath. It was time to start his day; brooding would not stop the Haradrim. Only action would. He nodded. "Lead on."

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<font size=1 color=339966>[ 10:57 AM January 13, 2004: Message edited by: Bêthberry ]

[Manôphazân]

Name: Lan’kâsh

Appearance: Lan’kâsh is classic example of a mixture of Black Númenorean and Low Harad. Tall and thin, with the fine-boned look of ancient kings and the swarthy, mottled complexion of an Umbarian beggar. Among his own people he might be called ‘interesting’, but travelers from the north find him somewhat disconcerting, a reaction he often uses to bully merchants into excessive tributes (which go straight into his pocket). His eyes are dark, like his hair, which hangs shoulder length but is covered with a conical metal helmet and connected aventail.

Though he usually mans his post along the Harad Road in a sleeveless tunic and a pair of loose trousers over sturdy boots, he also has a mail jacket and a set of bracers, which he dons now and then when it isn’t too hot (which is seldom). Over it all he wears the official jacket of an officer of the Army of Harnen, which bears an emblem of crossed black swords on a field of white. He is armed with a vicious iron tipped spear and carries a medium sized banded shield with which he has killed almost as many enemies as he has with weapons.

Background: Lan’kâsh is the third son of a minor priest of Doburl, a coastal city more than 200 miles south of Umbar. Because only the oldest son of each of a priest’s wives were expected to continue in the clergy, Lan’kâsh was automatically enrolled in military school at age 11. At 18 he killed his first enemy, a Variag bowman, and by the age of 25 he had participated in no less than a dozen battles. All of his life was dedicated to war, and he spent several years rising through the ranks until finally obtaining a garrison of his own in the far south desert stronghold of Lo’dreth. There he led over 300 men, but Lo’dreth was a conquered land, and it quickly grew boring.

Stranded without an enemy, Lan’kâsh found another – himself. Within six months of taking over the massive sandstone keep, he spent every evening deep in a bottle and every day deep in slumber. Only in his dreams did he find battles and enemies, until one morning he woke to a nightmare and discovered that the desert town was not as isolated as he had thought. Without warning, his garrison was overrun by dark nomads wielding deadly spears, and he was forced to abandon Lo’dreth. Less than half of his men survived the attack, and only by the influence of his father’s temple was he permitted to live. He was demoted to the rank of Lieutenant and reassigned to a customs post at Harnen Crossing. Today his life consists of inspecting merchants traveling to and from Harondor and the lands to the north.

Personality:
At 30 years old, Lan’kâsh is a recovering alcoholic who used to be good at soldiering but now has grown weary of hot assignments in barren lands. He would like nothing more than to return to Doburl, meet a nice girl or two, and open a shop selling fine products from around the world. In his current post he has made many good connections, and he is sure he would make a fine merchant. For now though, he knows that is only a dream because rumor from the south hints that the Army of Harnen has plans of pushing north soon.

Though he dreads the idea of yet another battle, he likes the thought of killing a few more Wingers (as his people often call the knights of Gondor) before he retires. It has been a long time since he has been up North, and there is sure to be profit in it. He is still an expert with a spear and shield, and he is very proficient with a sword or dagger, but he has always been a terrible shot with a bow.

As far as personality goes, Lan’kâsh at one time was angry and loud, but now he has become angry and quiet. He is usually lax with discipline but will punish a perceived transgression against him or his authority with sudden violence. Surprisingly, he does have a sense of humor, but he keeps it well hidden. And though his family is religious, he does not actively practice the faith he was born into, but he respects others who do. He treats members of the priesthood with honor, occasionally donating to various temples in hopes of the favor of the spirits he normally ignores.

First Post
A small mote of dust on the horizon at morning turned into a churning cloud by midday as a company of lancers approached the border outpost of Harnen Crossing. They formed the forward contingent of the Army of Harnen that would be moving through the area within the week. Just before reaching the town they broke formation and quickly began to bivouac on the sandy plain. A small group rode ahead of the main mass and stopped at the southern picket where the garrison commander greeted them.

Lan’kâsh raised his hand in salute and invited the company leader, a young captain, to the comfort of his headquarters. Walking together, the two made small talk until they reached a two-storied brick building overlooking the river just to the north. Once inside, Lan’kâsh commanded a shirtless slave to bring refreshment, and the two officers sat down on a shaded balcony where a cool breeze blew in from the surface of the water. The slave brought tea and fresh fruit, as well as a plate of various meat delicacies, and then moved to a corner where he stood in silence.

The captain drank the tea without speaking for several minutes, looking across the river at the rising hills and the occasional tree.

“Not a tree in sight for the last 50 leagues,” he grumbled, holding his cup out for more tea. The servant rushed forward and filled it. “I do so like trees but seldom get to enjoy them. It seems the few forests we do have near the city shall all be cut down by the shipwrights soon.”

Lan’kâsh held his silence. Though he had much more experience than the young captain, he knew that he must continue to show him the proper respect. The rank of lieutenant was an embarrassment to wear, but he knew that he was fortunate to wear any rank at all.

“Over there,” the captain pointed north to the hills, “are miles and miles of forest.” He smiled and took another sip from his cup. “Forests for the shipwrights.”

Lan’kâsh nodded and waited for the captain to continue. Hopefully he did not go on about the forests.

“As you know, we intend to cross the Harnen tomorrow when the rest of the division gets closer, so I thought I’d ride ahead to have you gather your men to fall in.”

Lan’kâsh finally spoke. “Fall in, sir?.”

The young captain smiled a crooked smile and answered, “Yes, of course. Did you think you would be staying here while we rode through?” He did not give the lieutenant time to answer,a nd snickered, “As of this moment the border is sealed, and since this is no longer the ‘front’, your services and those of the rest of this border patrol are required in the real army.”

Though he had began their meeting with civility, the captain had quickly changed his tone to one of condescension. Being from a good (and rich) family, the young officer falsely assumed that the dirty looking lieutenant was the unlucky son of a merchant or maybe the rare man that had rose from the ranks. But he never considered that the man in front of him had dealt out more death than he had ever yet imagined. Lan’kâsh looked up quickly and caught the captain in a cold stare that lasted only as long as it took him to imagine running his spear through the foolish youngster’s throat, long enough for the captain to wonder if he had made a mistake in taunting the odd, dark skinned lieutenant.

The moment passed, and with a long outward breath Lan’kâsh let his anger pass and said quietly, “It will be our pleasure to join the invasion of Harondor.”

“Yes,” said the captain uncertainly, “Yes, you shall be joining us. Muster your men outside this building first thing tomorrow morning.”

Lan’kâsh stood to salute, but the sudden move startled the captain so that he nearly dropped his teacup. The young officer stood quickly, returned the salute sloppily, and retreated down the stairs, deciding that he had definitely made a mistake with the real army comment. The look in the lieutenant’s eyes had sent shivers down his spine, and he wanted to distance himself as quickly as possible.

As the captain’s footsteps thumped down to the first floor, the lieutenant sat back down and held his cup up. The slave filled it and sat down heavily in the seat the captain had recently vacated. He was smiling from ear to ear.

“That one ain’t gunna last long, ‘tenant,” he said, showing a gap-toothed grin. The slave snatched the captain’s cup and filled it for himself.

“No his isn’t,” said Lan’kâsh laughing, “but we are, sergeant Benel. Get our things ready and pass the message along to muster in the morning.”

“Yes sir,” said the slave, standing and giving a snappy salute. He snatched his jacket from where it hung on a hook and put it on. “I’ll take care of it right away, sir.”

Lan’kâsh looked across the river where trees were throwing long shadows in the late day sun.

“Look out Gondor, here we come.”

[Orual]

Another villain as the first role taken...this is becoming more common! Interesting.

Wonderful profile, Manophazan. I like Lan'kash's attitude: nice twist. Welcome to Defense of the Poros!

One question, though: I couldn't tell from your profile whether Lan'kash would be a Haradrim soldier, or their leader in this battle. Could you clear that up for me?

~Orual

[Manôphazân]

Thak you, Oural. This looks like a fun game. I hope others sign on soon.

Since the settlement is attacked by a 'band of marauders', with the set-up I've suggested of a full-scale invasion, I was thinking that Lan'kâsh would lead the smaller group that assaults it. Since he does have a reputation in the army as a good leader (or he did have such a reputation) some general could decide to give him command of a company and order him to assault the settlement while the main army passes northward to Poros Crossing. This would allow us to control the scale of our battle, plus it will give the good guys the extra challenge of avoiding the entire Army of Harnen (at least until the good guys army arrives - we don't want things easy for Gondor, do we. After all, they have no busines in Harondor smilies/tongue.gif ).

[Orual]

Awesome...I wanted to make sure I knew where Lan'kash stood in the hierarchy of our villains(forgive me for the lack of accent marks, I'm a little short of time to look it all up--gotta get some stuff done before rehearsal tonight).

Once we get closer to opening the game, I'll have some ideas to share with you. I'm glad to have you aboard, Manophazan!

[Bêthberry]

Great ideas here, Orual and Manôphazân.

Writers of the Mark, this is a fun game with lots of action. Go for it!

[Imladris]

Hi! I hope that this is suitable:

Name -- Jinan

Race -- Haradrim

Age -- 21

Appearance -- Jinan has dark brown skin, shoulder length black hair that is allowed to hang loose, and wiry muscles. He is fairly short, no more than five and a half feet, but his proud words more than make up for that. He likes to wear loose clothing, and is often seen with a scarlet sash about his waste. In his right ear there are three golden earrings: one on the lobe, one in the middle, and one at the top. On his second finger of his right hand he bears a heavy ring with the seal of his father upon it. A wooden bow is slung across his back while an ornate dagger hangs from his side.

History -- He has not had much chance to make a history for himself. His father was a rich and influential personage in Harad and had Jinan began his training in arms early in life. When he was young his mother died, and he learned to hang around the older men, copying the older men in speech and actions. It was during this period that he developed a passion for the bow and arrows. The other weapons did not interest him, so he spent his time developing his skill with the weapon.

Personality -- Frankly, Jinan is a pain in the neck. He is proud, arrogant, and thinks he knows everything there is to know. Hidden under his somewhat pleasant face, is a cold cruelty that lashes out at the slightest provocation. He is not vain, and has a disgust for those who are. Overly confident, he is eager to make his way through the ranks of the army, and will do anything in his power to do so. He now regrets his foolishness in not acquiring more skill with other weapons of warfare, and it is a sting to him that he cannot handle a sword or a dagger as well another. He is impatient that Harad has not conquered Gondor before this, and he wishes that he can soon can join the forces against them and crush them into oblivion.
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First Post

Jinan swaggered down the dirt road of the outpost of the Harnen Crossing, kicking at tufts of dying weeds ( As if it could be called a road , he thought, remembering the mighty cities of Harad). Dust clung to the golden fringe that lined his scarlet sash, and his black leather boots were scuffed from hard traveling. A simple wooden bow was slung across his back, while his hand rested casually upon a gem studded dagger.

Another man passed him, paused, scrutinized him and called out eagerly, “Jinan, good friend of mine!”

The lad paused in mid-stride, and turned to looked at the man who so called out to him. He was but a few years older than Jinan, and was a shipmate upon a corsair vessel. A friend I am to you, but you are no friend of mine , he thought, resentfully remembering old rivalries of the past. A toothless smile carved itself upon Jinan’s face and he said, “How goes it with you…friend…well or ill?”

“Ill,” the corsair said glumly as he shook a leather pouch absently. The faint tinkle of coins reached Jinan’s ear.

“Monetary troubles I take it. I’ve always said you shouldn’t gamble,” Jinan said evenly, eyeing the money bag with a cocked eyebrow.

“I hear ye’re in the army,” the man said, hastily changing the subject and hooking the bag onto his belt. “I also hear rumours that you can’t fight worth beings and that you’re only in because of your father’s money,” the man added with a leer.

The smile vanished from Jinan’s face. It was true that he could not handle a dagger well, but naturally the rumours had ignored his skills with a bow and arrows. “Don’t believe everything you hear, friend,” Jinan said coldly, patting the corsair upon the shoulder. “Until we meet again.” It was the only possible way to get rid of the fellow politely.

With a farewell nod, the corsair continued on his way, leaving Jinan behind. A soft chuckle escaped him as he tossed the bag of money in his hand. Slipping the dagger back into its sheath, he whispered, “No skill with a dagger, eh? Obviously enough to relieve you of your money.” He grinned as he imagined the shock and horror when the corsair discovered his money gone and his inability to pay his debts. “Never trust to rumours, friend.”

Tossing the bag at the feet of some passing priests, Jinan made his way to the young captain of his brigade. Entering the headquarters, he paused when the captian said absently, “We’re transferring you, Jinan. There is going to be a small expedition against the Poros to drive the Gondorians away --”

The voice of the officer droned on, while Jinan’s face broke into a wide grin. An attack upon Gondor! Finally the rats would know who was master. They transferring him which naturally meant that he would be the captain of the expedition and…

“…and you will be under the command of a Lieutenant Lan’kâsh.”

Jinan’s jaw dropped slightly and he shook his head, his black hair falling into his eyes. “You mean, I’m not going to lead this attack?” he asked with a forced laugh.

“Responsibility must be earned, not given,” the captian said. “You’ll find him at the building over looking the river.”

Jinan stumbled through the door, his thoughts a surging turmoil of anger and confusion. Turning, his brows meeting in a jagged frown, he glowered at the captain’s office. Obviously the captain didn’t know quality when he saw it. With a snort, he swung upon his heel and soon found the building. Climbing the wooden balcony, he saw Lan’kâsh sipping a bit of tea and nibbling at some fruit. So this was the lieutenant who was to command him. This thin distant man who probably didn’t even know the word battle. As Jinan stared at him and Lan’kâsh lifted his eyes into those of the younger man’s, a chill passed through him.

Shaking himself, Jinan said, “I have been transferred to your authority, sir.” Putting his own thoughts of resentment behind him, he flashed a toothless smile at the man who was to be his superior officer.

[Manôphazân]

It's not my place to approve or disapprove characters or players, but I think Jinan would make a great addition to our attack on Gondor. His skills with a bow will compliment Lan'kâsh's blades, and together they will send hordes of paleskins to their maker!

[Orual]

Lovely job, Imladris. Jinan is a very interesting villain...very original. Anhelm is getting more than a little nervous. Welcome to Defense of the Poros!

~Orual

[Imladris]

Many thanks to the both of you!

[Orual]

Well, guys, I know this is going a little slowly, but let's not lose hope. I've sent out some invites, so hopefully some people will check the thread out and maybe post a profile.

~Orual/Anhelm

[Daniel Telcontar]

After receiving an invitation to check this out (thanks Aylwen) here is the character I hope to play in this game:

Name: Khalad

Age: 24

Appearance: Khalad resembles a Númenorean as much as is possible in these waning days. He is tall with dark hair, dark blue eyes and in good shape, like any soldier should be. His face is somewhat innocent since he has only been in minor battles a few times and thus has little experience. He likes the feeling of being in armour and often has his sword hanging by his waist even if not needed, also because it is an heirloom his father gave him when his son became a soldier like himself. He is not too fond of wearing the helmet though and only does so if he must.

History: As said, Khalad's father is a soldier and when he felt he was too old to fight anymore he received a job as captain of Pelargir's city-guard, and many of their ancestors were soldiers as well, or city-guards. Khalad's sword has the words "Peace and Justice" inscribed in Quenya, and is something his forefathers has strived to uphold since they came to Pelargir. The sea-city is where Khalad grew up, and all his life he has aspired to step in his father's footsteps. Since Pelargir does not see action often Khalad chose to join the army rather than the city-guard and proud of this, his father presented him with the sword. It is ancient from Númenor and has been in their family since it was forged. Khalad has fought in a few skirmishes to the south and was then transferred to the Poros settlement.

Personality: Khalad was brought up with stories about the splendour of Númenor and Gondor, and the Elves of old, and of his forefather Khalad who dishonoured himself, but then redeemed himself by fighting for the Last Alliance. His greatest wish is to see the glory of Gondor restored in these waning times, and become what his ancestor of the same name was, and that is why he signed up for the army; he is thus fiercely loyal and will allow nothing to come between him and his Codex, "Justice and Peace". He is thus eager to prove himself, but also young and has little wisdom, nor much experience with the ways of life. Also his strong sense of duty and justice can sometimes make him rather stern and without much compassion.
He has several younger brothers and a sister, and loves them all much; and so far from his beloved him all that reminds him of it is his sword, which he is very protective of.
He has been well-educated and knows much of both swordplay and tactics, though it is mostly theory since he has had so few battles, and he has not been able to test it much in actual combat.

First post:
Khalad beheld the buildings in front of him, reflected slightly in the sun. Marching along with the rest of his company, he held his head high as he clutched his spear and shield.

It looked rather peaceful, and he wondered slightly why he had been sent to this outpost rather than stay in the south where trouble was brewing. But he assumed that the officers had their reasons for sending him so far away from his home.

When he closed his eyes he could almost smell the sea, and hear the noise from it; and if he concentrated, he could summon forth a vision of the white marble house that was his home.

He quickly opened his eyes again though, not wishing to day-dream upon this day. It mattered not if Gondor desired him in Minas Tirith or Poros; he would remain the same, and would not allow anyone to accuse him of neglecting his duties. Though he had to admit, he would rather be in Minas Tirith now, than this small settlement.

His left hand slid down to his belt and although wearing the shield he was able to touch the hilt of his sword. He could feel its scabbard with every pace he took, but it felt good to touch it with his fingertips, even if it was the wrong hand.

He smiled a grim smile when thinking upon the few times he had been allowed to draw it with proper reason; to use it in defence of Gondor, and not merely for child's play. He feared though that the only reasons he would have for drawing that blade, would be to oil it.

An unnecessary precaution, since it was forged by metal that would not perish in such a way; yet after seeing the rusty blades lingering on old battlefields, he felt most comfortable knowing that something protected his blade.

This character may seem a bit odd, but I have been playing a Númenorean called Khalad in the RPG "Brotherhood" which takes place during the Last Alliance. I thought it interesting to now play a descendant and sort of continue that story, so I hope you will bear with me in this character who may appear somewhat different (for instance the heirloom sword that I hope you do not mind I transferred to this RPG as well).
If Khalad is accepted as a Gondorian soldier, then his rank may be whatever you deem best.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 3:21 PM January 20, 2004: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]

[Orual]

Another good guy! Anhelm breathes a sigh of relief. Very nice profile, Daniel Telcontar. Welcome to Defense of the Poros.

~Orual

[doug*platypus]

Greetings All

Hail and well met! as I might well say, this being Rohan and all. I thought I should signal my intention to fill up the third 'baddie' position, before all the spots are taken! Thanks for the invite, Orual, I have recently been thinking about doing some writing and wasn't sure what to put my energies into! Great timing... smilies/wink.gif

My character isn't fully-formed yet, but I'll provide you with a few hints and details. The amount of information you will all find out about him will naturally be less than everything. I will construct enough backstory for him to seem realistic, but it will mainly be currently relevant things that come through. For instance, you may never discover his mother's name (among many other things), unless the fact somehow becomes relevant. Not that there is any great mystery to the character, just that I will only post details that I feel to be pertinent to the topic at hand. Wow, that made no sense. smilies/frown.gif


Gimilzôr of Harad

Probable name for the character at this stage is Gimilzôr. He will be a lower ranking commander in the army, equivalent to a modern sergeant. He will command a section of infantry, presumably placed under the direction of Lan'Kâsh, but could be changed to a horseman if the situation dictates that we need cavalry. I would think not, however, as that will probably complicate the battle unnecessarily, and horsemen seem to be rare among the Haradrim (based on accounts of the Pelennor Fields).

It is my belief that the armies of Harad would come from diverse tribal backgrounds. Gimilzôr is the name of my character in what I assume to be the common tongue of the south (derivative of Adûnaic or Númenórean), but not his name by birth. He does not come from a noble background, being basically a peasant that has found a career in the army. He does not speak overmuch, and says more with a laugh or a gap-toothed, sometimes wicked smile than he does with words. He is one of the older and more venerable sergeants of the Haradrim, mid-30s at least, with a large disfiguring battle scar showing his experience in warfare.

He is well-versed in smaller village-type warfare, though not experienced in the type of full-scale conflict that may result if the Army of Gondor is called out to help the settlers. In fact, most of his battles to date have been against poorly armed villages, quelling revolts and gathering tribute. The spoils from these type of attacks are often great, and Gimilzôr is not above any of the more depraved acts that are committed in the name of war. It is not for nothing that the settlers fear the approach of the armies of the Southrons.

Gimilzôr takes great pride in his position in the army, and in his arms and armour. His motivation in the attack on Gondor is duty and love of battle more than any deep-seated resentment towards the Men of the West, although his demanding gods require that the infidels of the North be destroyed by his people one day. He will remain loyal to his superiors as long as he perceives they are brave, following orders and fighting for the glory of Harad. Hope this is enough to go on for now.

[maikafanawen]

Hello! I got Orual's PM and decided to come check it out. It looks like a good RPG. Here's my vignette for consideration.

(I had hoped to get away with playing a woman, but if you prefer, Orual, I will most certainly alter it).

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Name: Daran Confelder

Age: 29

Appearance: Daran is tall and broad-shouldered, lean and fit. She has thick, knee-length, dark blonde hair that is worn braided down her back. Her eyes are a penetrating blue and her skin is moon-pale. She is very plain looking, and her small bust allows her to pass as a man whenever is necessary.

Personality: Daran is tough but not overbearing. Quick to earn people's respect, she treats others with a good deal of courtesy and esteem. She expects people to put forth their best effort and display good manners at all time. Daran has a good sense of humor but knows when to be serious. Impatience is among her faults but she keeps it hushed out of civility. She is a great asset in battle with her strong arms, unwavering courage, and impressive skill with a sword. And though Daran is very loyal to her homelands, she has an open mind and often questions things that she has been taught to accept or take for granted. She can read a little bit, and she is somewhat nearsighted.

History: Daran grew up with her two older brothers as the daughter of a widower soldier named Gurian Confelder. Gurian's sister looked after his children until she died during Daran's fourteenth winter. By this time, Daran's brothers (Realge-16 and Anton-19) were old enough to join the army. Gurian didn't know what to do with Daran until he saw her teaching Realge how to throw a knife with his opposite hand. He decided to pass her off as a boy and enter her in the army as well. It worked, not because the officials were fooled, but because her strength and skill were greatly valued in a Gondorian militiaman. So she has served for fifteen solid years and swears that she'll go on serving for as long as she is needed.


FIRST POST


Daran sat cross-legged atop a hill that over looked the Poros River and the village that was taking a solid shape under Captain Anhelm's hand. A warm breeze moved across the plains making waves in the tall grass that banked the river. The woman dressed in a pale green tunic, secured with a simple rope belt, and brown breeches narrowed her eyes and tried to determine how many meters stretched out from the first battlement to the second and then to the center of the village. She counted eighty and then blocked off the section of houses and pictured the finished fort where the captain's tent was. It would be a fine settlement with the ability to defend the area around the narrowest part of the Poros River.

After a while she pulled her sword out of its scabbard and set to sharpening it. She'd begun to wear it again since she was moved to the Poros so she liked to keep it looking nice. It was a plain sword really: a wooden grip dipped in metal wrapped in black leather with a metal crossguard that's nicked and has none of its original shine. The blade is thirty-six inches long and forty-seven overall. She wields it two-handed but doesn't loose any of the agility or swiftness she'd have with a one-handed grip.

As she looked at it, she almost wished the old weapon had some sort of special quality to it. It was no heirloom, and she didn't have it specially made for her, she'd simply claimed it from the weapons rack fifteen years ago and it's been on her hip ever since, put through all the blood and gore of raids and battles she's seen. There was no crest, no design, nothing that marked it as hers. She finished sharpening it and wiped it down before sliding it back into its sheath.

Daran rubbed her eyes and stretched out her long legs, flexing her toes inside the sturdy black leather boots. The row of three buckles on either shoe glinted in the sun and she tightened each strap so it was snug against her calf. Then she stood and draped her black cloak over her back, tying it under the left armpit and walked down the hill towards the village. She had to see what the Captain needed done today.
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Hmm, kind of short. I can make it longer, I just wasn't exactly sure what I should do. I could develop her relationship with the others more I guess. But I was wondering if Daran could have a sort of rank. I looked up to see what was underneath Captain in the military today and the only really significant one was Lieutenant. Do you have any knowledge on Middle Earth, or, Gondorian ranking?

Thanks!
-Maikafanawen

[doug*platypus]

Roleplaying the Haradrim

For the upcoming Defense of the Poros RPG, several of us will be playing warriors of Haradrim. South of the Poros is a great civilisation that, while created by Tolkien was never described to the extent that we require for a roleplaying game. This is great, because it gives anyone scope to bring in their own ideas of what the Haradrim would have been like. However, it could also lead to inaccuracies or at least inconsistencies, as most people will have slightly different views.

I thought that we could make a place to discuss the attributes of the Haradrim. The ideas we come up with here could then serve as a basis for roleplaying games involving what is IMHO the most fascinating of the underdeveloped cultures of Middle-Earth. These would naturally only be guidelines, and individuals would still have plenty of room to add their own character nuances.

Among the many aspects of the Haradrim we could discuss are:

Arms and Armour

General Appearance

Geography

Government and Class System

Religion

Language and Names

Battle Tactics and Army Organisation

The Corsairs of Umbar

The Influence of the Black Númenóreans

For the purposes of this game, the discussion would be limited to players from the Defense of the Poros. We could later write up the ideas or post links to the Rohan Resource thread.

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[Orual]

I'm glad to see the increased interest!

Very thorough. doug! But let's not jump the gun...let's wait until the game's cast (for lack of a better term), and then we'll discuss the details. I look forward to seeing your full profile.

maika, please check your PM's. smilies/smile.gif

So right now, we stand at:

Defenders:
Anhelm (Orual)
Khalad (Daniel Telcontar; ACCEPTED)
Daran Confelder (maikafanawen; DECISION PENDING)
ONE SPACE OPEN

Attackers
Lan'kash (Manophazan; ACCEPTED)
Jinan (Imladris; ACCEPTED)
Gimilzor (doug*platypus; DECISION PENDING)
ONE SPACE OPEN

Regards,
~Orual

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 10:56 PM January 20, 2004: Message edited by: Orual ]

[Imladris]

I'm having a thought here...

Orual, what rank do you want Jarlyn to be? I don't really care, in fact, I think it would be rather cool to have him go down another notch. My thinking is this: though quite competent with a bow, he's not use for much else. He's also a royal pain in the neck so there could be a respect issue there (could go with the whole Haradrim culture as well). That would also add conflict between the characters as well.

[Daniel Telcontar]

Glad to see I am accepted! Will Khalad be the rank of a lieutenant, sergeant, knight or infantry warrior?

The only info I have about Gondorian ranks are that Roqueen (knight) is higher than Ohtar (warrior, infantry unit). Don't know more than that, I am afraid (though, no offence intended, not sure if there were women in the Gondorian army).
From the list above about Haradrim, I believe their religion was centered around Sauron as their god, perhaps with a portion of superstition (also difficult not to be with all the creatures roaming Middle-earth). Their appearance I assume is simply that of the inhabitants of Northern Africa today. As for arms and weapons, there are some descriptions of it in RotK, I believe.

[Orual]

Imladris and Daniel,

I was planning on letting each player decide his or her character's rank, unless you'd really like me to intervene. However, I would recommend lower ranks, as both of your characters are very young (even younger than Captain Anhelm's surprising age of 28). Perhaps, Imladris, Jarlyn (name-change?) would be a little higher, since he apparently got into the military, as you said, riding on his father's money.

That said, I'll leave it up to you.

Sorry so short, but I have to go.

Regards,
~Orual

[Imladris]

Oops, sorry...was thinking of another Haradrim (actually Corsair) character...same name.

Hmm...good point Orual...I must think on it...

[Orual]

Okay, I just got a PM from maikafanawen, and she's overbooked right now, so the tally stands at:

Defenders:
Anhelm (Orual)
Khalad (Daniel Telcontar; ACCEPTED)
TWO SPACES OPEN

Attackers
Lan'kash (Manophazan; ACCEPTED)
Jinan (Imladris; ACCEPTED)
Gimilzor (doug*platypus; DECISION PENDING)
ONE SPACE OPEN

I've gotten one PM expressing interest, but I'm not sure if that'll develop into anything. But we're moving alone...only three spaces left...

~Orual

[Bêthberry]

Nova, your mailbox is full. Please clear it so you can receive PMs. smilies/smile.gif

I'm very sorry to hear that maikafanawen cannot join this game.

Bêthberry

[Daniel Telcontar]

Since Khalad is young like you said, and has only been through a few skirmishes, I think the best rank for him would be Ohtar or Roquen. Roquen if I may decide myself (always fancied knights). Because he does not really have much IC explanation for being higher rank than that (I believe a Númenorean achieved this rank if he had as Ohtar been through some battles and thus had some experience with war).

Oh, and sorry to hear that Maika won't join us... not sure if I know anybody to recommend, except perhaps Cuthalion, not sure if he is interested to join though.

[doug*platypus]

Orual and Others

On Monday or Tuesday I will make a longer post on this discussion thread. This will contain firstly a character profile in a more standard layout, with all necessary information. Secondly, there will be a brief telling of an incursion by Gimilzôr and his men into a native village, to provide a writing sample. Lastly, there will be a paragraph or two to tie in with the Defense of the Poros story, to show how the character can realistically be integrated in with the rest.

Hopefully you don't mind waiting until then to make a final casting decision. Cheers...

[Orual]

doug,

Take your time. We still have three spaces open, and it may well take until Monday or Tuesday to fill them. Novnarwen has officially expressed interest, so perhaps by the beginning of next week we'll only have one position open (crosses fingers).

~Orual

[Novnarwen]

Hi!

Yes, I have expressed my interest... smilies/biggrin.gif

I'm currently working on a profile for the last spot for the attackers, the Hardrim. I expect to finish it by the end of the weekend.. But I'll try my best to finish it sooner. Is that ok?

Thanks in advance,
Nova

[Orual]

Novnarwen,

The end of the weekend is fine. Like I said to doug, even with the two of you sending profiles, we'll still have an empty spot that needs filling, so I don't expect all the spots to be filled until the beginning of next week anyway.

I look forward to seeing your profile.

~Orual

[Osse]

Is that last haradrim position open still?
Wrapped up in resettling atm, but would love to take part, if it's still available i'd LOVE to write up a character smilies/biggrin.gif

If the last Harad has been decided, I'd also love to play a gondorian, this game looks awesome!

Hopefully yours,

Osse

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 5:13 PM January 24, 2004: Message edited by: Osse ]

[Orual]

Osse,

Check your PM's. smilies/smile.gif

~Orual

[Nerindel]

Hey, I know I told Awylen that I didn't think I would have time to particapate in this story, but I have since re-thought my decision, one of my rpgs is about to end and this story and its characters looks to interesting to pass up, so here is my submission for your perusal. smilies/wink.gif

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Name: Astalder

Age: 32

Race: Men (Gondorian)

Appearance: Tall, with dark shoulder length fine wavy hair, which is usually neatly tied at the nape of his neck. His complexion is tanned from Gondors warm summers and his eyes are a soft and thoughtful greyish blue.

He wears the usual attire of a requen of Gondor, though he finds armour restrictive he relents to his wife's pleas and wears a shirt of light chain mail under his uniform and a Gondorian helm when the need arises.

At his left side he carries a Gondorian long sword and on either side of the blade, just below the guard is engraved the white tower of the fallen city of Minas Ithil, with a full moon risen above it, an heirloom from that once great city. Around the black leather bound grip is tied a white ribbon, a favour from his wife, a reminder of his promise to always return to her. Astalder also carries a standard issue Gondorian dagger.

Personality: Through both his mother and his marriage to Fëawyn he can claim the title of lord, but he chooses not too, believing that Gondor has enough lords to contend with. He is strong in his belief that he can serve his people better in his current position as a Requen in Gondors army.

He is fiercely loyal to those he serves under and along side. When performing his duties he is diligent and meticulous. At first meeting he seems quiet and reserved, but once a person gets to know him, they soon learn that he is a good man to have around, always thinking things through, When in battle he always seems to be one step ahead of his enemies.

At home he is a kind and loving husband and father, who would do anything to protect them.

History: Astalder was born in the year 2828 in the Gondorian capital of Minas Tirith, his mother is the daughter of a minor lord and his father a commander in the cities guards. At the age of eighteen, like his father he enlisted into the cities guards, but when trouble began to brew in the east and for their allies in the north he drafted to the army, fighting minor skirmished on their borders he worked his way up to the position of Roquen.

In his fourteen years of service he has fought many battles and was even dispatched with his company to aid King Folca of Rohan, against the orcs that troubled his lands.

It was in Rohan that he met and eventually married his wife, Lady Fëawyn, the youngest daughter of a minor horse lord of Edoras. When Lord Belecthor the steward of Gondor recalled his men, Fëawyn consented to return with him to the stone city. For many years they lived happily in the white city, but after the birth of their only son, Falmir, He began to notice that his wife missed the wide open plains of her homeland. Although he loved her very much he could not bring himself to desert his homeland as trouble again began to brew in the south.

But his wife being as wise as she was beautiful, suggested a compromise. There was a new settlement being established along the poros, which like her homelands had vast open grasslands, where she could rear horses, but the situation of the settlement so close to the Harad road troubled him. But Fëawyn excited at the prospect of again breeding and caring for horses convinced him that with him and the stewards men protecting them they would be quiet safe.

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First Post

Standing at the window of his new home Astalder looked east to watch the sunrise over the distant looming mountains of Ephel Dúath, as he did every morning since they arrive at the small settlement they planned to call home. The dawn's first rays painted the sky in pale hues of orangey red and to him the mountains seemed dark and ominous against that back drop.

"Red sky at morning, Soldiers warning!" he frowned remembering the Gondorian proverb, But his frown faded as he felt the loving arms of his wife wrap around his waist.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she sighed contentedly. looking again, but not so far a field, he saw that she was right, the river glistened in the soft glow, the open grasslands swayed in the dawn breeze and the new buildings of the settlement gave the feel of a quiet sleepy village. But even as he turned away several of the sleepy houses opened their door and in a few hours the village would be alive with the bustle of people going about their daily chores. As he turned he took his wife into his arms and kissed her tenderly.

"Now what was that for?" she grinned as he released her.

"Does a husband need a reason to show his affection and gratitude!" he laughed.

"Indeed not" she replied with a laugh of her own.

"Now you best be getting dressed or you will be late!" she smiled, then turned and went down stairs to finish preparing breakfast. With a contented smile he quickly washed and dressed, then lifting his belt and sword he made his way down stairs to join his family for breakfast.

"Papa!" an excited voice cried as he entered the kitchen, putting aside his sword he was assailed by his young fair headed son.

"Good morning little one" he smiled down at the child.

"Captain Falmir!" His son exclaimed pulling away and puffing out his chest proudly.

"A Captain eh! Well good morning Captain Falmir" he saluted playfully.

"At ease soldier!" Falmir laughed then threw himself into his fathers arms, laughing Astalder threw the boy onto his shoulders and circled the large wooden table in the centre of the room, pretending to be the lads mount. But on their third pass they were blocked by the smiling face of Fëawyn.

"It's time for my brave soldiers to eat their breakfast," she laughed, gently lifting falmir from his fathers shoulders and sitting him at the table. As he took his seat Fëawyn took the kettle from the fire and poured him some tea. "Thank you!" he whispered appreciatively as he listened to all that his son had planed for the day. All too soon breakfast was over and it was time for him to leave. Lifting his sword he buckled it about his waist and pulled on his boots.

"I will see you both tonight" he said, kissing his wife's cheek, "And you my young captain, keep out of trouble and help your mother!" he grinned with a wink, then lifting his saddle bags from the hook by the door and went to the stable to retrieve his horse. They had arrived in the village just over a month ago but he was due leave and he took it so as to help with the building of their cottage and the stables and paddocks for Fëawyn's horses. Leading his horse from the stables he looked around pleased at his work. Both his wife and son had made new friends and it was time for him to make sure they remained safe in their new found happiness. Mounting his horse he set out to meet his new captain and begin his new post.

[Novnarwen]

Okay, here it is: Profile and post. I hope it's alright... If not... then.. just let me know, and I'll change it or something. smilies/smile.gif

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Name: Frôzhal

Age: About 27

Appearance : Frôzhal is a stout and masculine man. He is quite pale, but he has the typical Haradrim features. His small face gives one the impression that he is younger than he really is. Frôzhal's eyes are hazel brown and his hair, which reaches him to the back of his neck, is dark brown with this dreadful mix between grey and black. His mouth is thin and small, not in proportion with the eyes or the nose. His nose is long, ending with a huge tip, pointing upwards, and his eyes/eyeballs can almost get annoyingly big.

Personality: Frôzhal is definitely the man in Middle-earth who is most dependent on people around him. He does nothing on his own, or rather, he can’t do anything on his own. He basically needs help for everything. People would describe him as unintelligent, helpless, pathetic, but loyal. He never objects to anything anyone says, and is therefore 'easy' to be around. However, he is slightly respected among the Haradrim, but only because he has a wealthy father. Frôzhal is naive, kind and tries to be very humble.

Frôzhal's hates doing something new. His negative attitude to all sorts of changes is unbearable. When he first starts to complain, it'll take him a while to stop and think about something else. Frôzhal has few own opinions, and those opinions he has are all stupid. He chooses to follow the crowd, simply because he doesn't know what else to do. Both Frôzhal’s lack of opinions and the fact that he is so dependent on others, wouldn't make him a good leader. It wouldn't even make him a good role-model. His tactic skills are even worse. Frôzhal would, honestly, believe that a Haradrim army with 100 men could bring down a Gondorian army with over 1000. (As you see, he is extremely naive.)

He tends to suck up, which may get him in trouble, but it has helped him a great deal. Actually, it helped him get where he is today, a part of the Haradrim army. Frôzhal is very superstitious and believes that pride is ones biggest flaw and will eventually be ones downfall.

Even though he is simple minded he is skilled with the sword. This is perhaps the only thing he is actually skilled at.

History: Frôzhal grew up to be a man, depending on everyone else. In his child hood, he always had his two sisters around (older) or his parents, who all were eager to please the youngest in every way. Frôzhal became spoiled and in many ways helpless. He could do nothing on his own, because he was always used at being entertained or that others would do things for him.

From early age he was thought that Sauron was the only Master. Frôzhal has always looked up to this powerful individual, even though he has been 'inactive'. He though, is convinced that Sauron is the true master and he will return.

By the time he was fifteen, the only thing he could do by himself was handle his sword in a proper way. His low skills within everything else have kept him getting the position in the Haradrim army he originally wished for. Now, however, he lives by sucking up and doing what the head of the Haradrim commands. Frôzhal dreams of climbing the ranks, even though everyone knows he'd only lead the army to its destruction. Believing such a thing also proves how naive he really is.

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First post

Frôzhal straightened up as he felt his patience coming to an end. A company had arrived at the headquarters a while ago, and the Haradrim was starting to get curious about it all. He made his way away from the trees, where no longer he was 'protected' from the annoying sun rays, and towards the two storied building. He shivered as he saw Lan’kâsh on the balcony. There was at least one more sitting there, but Frôzhal couldn't see who. This especially, made him even more curious. The man hesitated for a few moments; what on earth was he doing? Sneaking up on Lan’kâsh? He shook himself, trying to avoid looking any further at the balcony. Again, he straightened up, keeping his mask.

He made his way away from the headquarters. It would certainly not be wise of him to lurk around here, in hope to overhear what was going on, if he wanted to get a better position. What if he was getting a better position? Why else gather at a balcony? Frôzhal frowned by this. A better position, he thought, smiling to himself. A man came running pass him, shaking Frôzhal.

"What are you smiling for?" he asked rudely. Frôzhal despised this man, but couldn't do anything but to answer politely. "I was thinking about... when I am getting promoted," he said, giggling even more. The man broke into an evil laughter, shaking his head so hard that Frôzhal expected to see it fall off from the man's neck, any minute. "Promoted?" he said, gathering himself. Frôzhal nodded.

"Listen up, guys!" the man announced, after a few moments with silence.

Quite a few men, who stood nearby, turned around and looked towards Frôzhal and the man, who was named Ringlâsh. Some of them started to laugh already, even though they didn't know what all this was about. Frôzhal felt uncomfortable about the whole situation he suddenly found himself in. He sighed, as Ringlâsh started off, telling the others that Frôzhal thought he was getting a promotion soon.

There was a roar of laughter. Some laughed so loudly, Ringlâsh had to calm them down before continuing;" So, when do you expect it to happen?" he asked, staring at Frôzhal innocently. Frôzhal grew red, shaking. He didn't want everyone to know that he was getting promoted before he actually had been.

"Calm down guys," he started. "I haven't been promoted, yet" he said, grinning, forgetting that everyone was giggling.

This would be a day to remember for many of them. Such great fun as this was seldom nowadays and most of them knew they would have loads of fun in the time to come, mocking Frôzhal about how naive he was.

"I just want you to know," Frôzhal said, after his long pause. "That you are still my friends even though I climb the ranks," he finished.

Again there was a roar with laughter and Ringlâsh waved Frôzhal off. "See you soon," he said evilly. Frôzhal turned away, being satisfied about how he had managed to make the situation less uncomfortable. His promotion would only mean that he was more in charge, their friendship (Frôzhal believes that is called friendship) would never end.

"Good luck with your promotion!" someone called after him.

Frôzhal was happy they at least supported him, yes; wishing him good luck was a sign of support. A few minutes had passed before he realised that he had been proud. He had been proud when telling the others that he expected to be promoted soon. This was ones biggest mistake. He shook his head, trying to think of a how to make this to something positive. No, it's wasn't possible! This would definitely be his downfall. He huddled together, leaning his back to a huge tree trunk. He was full with regret and his conscience made him shiver. Frôzhal gulped as he saw Jinan come out from the headquarter building about hundred paces away.

Had Jinan been promoted instead of himself?

As this thought struck him, he realised that if Jinan had been promoted, he surely wouldn't. Within a minute's time his dream had been crushed, there was no promotion! He made a grimace, how in the world could Jinan get promoted and not him?

With clenched teeth and determination he stood up, held his head high and wandered off to the headquarters in hope to find out about this... this... Jinan and how he had got a promotion.... This just had to be a promotion, right?

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Cheers,
Nova smilies/biggrin.gif

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[Orual]

Nerindel, very nice profile. I like the inclusion of Astalder's family. Welcome to Defense of the Poros!

Novnarwen, nice job as well. Welcome to Defense of the Poros.

So now, we stand at:

Defenders:
Anhelm (Orual)
Khalad (Daniel Telcontar; ACCEPTED)
Astalder (Nerindel; ACCEPTED)
ONE SPACE OPEN

Attackers
Lan'kash (Manophazan; ACCEPTED)
Jinan (Imladris; ACCEPTED)
Gimilzor (doug*platypus; DECISION PENDING)
Frôzhal (Novnarwen; ACCEPTED)

~Orual

[Nerindel]

Thank you Orual, I'm glad you liked it. smilies/biggrin.gif

I was wandering about the village and its defenses? Are the buildings wooden or stone and is the village walled or fenced in, in anyway?

In my post I called Astalder's house a cottage, as I was thinking of english medevil cottages with stone walls and thatched roof's with wooden stables. I chose stone buildings as most of the villagers I assumed would be gondorian, but If you see the village as having wooden structures more like those of Edoras, let me know.

I know that this may not seem important but it helps to make the writing more descriptive.

Thanks
~Nerindel

[Orual]

Nerindel,

I'd say that it would be something of a mix. The "state buildings", ie the building housing the soldiers' offices, the town hall, etc., would be stone and more in the Gondorian style, as well as some of the homes of the officers or the wealthier settlers. Some of the less wealthy settlers might have wooden homes, for cost reasons.

Also, if it helps, the settlement was founded not long before our game begins, so many of the buildings would be in various stages of construction.

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Status report: right now we're awaiting doug*platypus' profile for a Haradrim, and we have one space open for a defender(Gondorian).

Looking forward to playing with all of you,

~Orual

[Nerindel]

Thanks Orual that will help alot. smilies/biggrin.gif

[doug*platypus]

Character Profile

Name: Gimilzôr of Harad.

Age: 34 years.

Occupation: Commander of a troop of foot soldiers in the Army of Harad.

Appearance: Average height and build. Dark brown skin, black curly hair cut short. Ugly scar running from temple to chin on the left side of his face. Grins often, but has several teeth missing.

Equipment: Armour of bronze plates covering torso, bronze helmet with cheekguards, no crest. Short double-edged sword, spiked shield. Can also fight with scimitar, spear or halberd.

Background: Born in a rural setting, Gimilzôr was conscripted for military duty as a young teenager. He found his calling in the army, eventually becoming the equivalent of a modern-day Sergeant, in charge of a troop of infantry. Gimilzôr is his given name in the common tongue of the Haradrim. He no longer uses the name he was given in the language of his own tribe. He has returned several times to his people and his village when on leave, but much prefers the honour and excitement of being a commander in the infantry.

Personality: Gimilzôr takes great pride in his position in the army, and in his arms and armour. His motivation in the attack on Gondor is duty and love of battle more than any deep-seated resentment towards the Men of the West, although his demanding gods require that the infidels of the North be destroyed by his people one day. He will remain loyal to his superiors as long as he perceives they are brave, following orders and fighting for the glory of Harad. As a soldier he respects his comrades and enemies alike, but has a mean streak, and can be unnecessarily violent or sadistic at times.


The Army of Harad

Gimilzôr raised his head and looked around, as a fresh scent came to his nose. The acrid stench of fire momentarily gave way to a new smell. A pleasant one. He thought for a second and then it came to him. “Pomegranates!” he thought, and smiled. With a nod to one of his soldiers to oversee the now burning village, he strode off in the direction of a nearby hut.

Stooping low, he entered, sword in hand but not at the ready. The veteran commander expected no more resistance from this particular settlement. Not anymore. That was the key, he knew. Arrive in formation, impress the villagers with military precision. Give your orders: in this case for every able-bodied local man of fighting age to assemble in the square. Find the rebellious types and make examples of them. Then, usually, there would be no futher problems.

His eyes strained to accustom themselves to the gloom of the hut. The first room was empty except for a few caskets of food, a bare table and some simple wooden implements. On the table was a fine wooden platter holding perhaps a dozen pomegranates. Grabbing one, Gimilzôr was suddenly aware of a slight movement and noise in the next room. The voice of a woman. Fruit still in hand, he narrowed his eyes against the dark of the interior and stepped through the low archway. Inside he found her, hidden almost completely in the corner by her long garments, wound in many folds around her body. Her face was uncovered, and her gaze was strangely resolute even as she trembled with fear at this man who had come unbidden into her home, naked weapon in hand.

Gimilzôr then noticed that she shielded a young child, a boy of perhaps seven or eight summers. Too young for the long march back to the capital. His lord demanded the armies of the Harad be filled quickly. Before the moon was full some two weeks from now, Gimilzôr and his troop must be back with fresh strong recruits, at least one for every ten men in every village he encountered. As well, there were supplies to be thought of. Tribute to be given by the villagers, or rather taken by tax-collectors or the army. Gimilzôr turned his attention back to the mother, still trembling in the corner while keeping a protective arm around her son. The woman’s face was a beautiful dusky brown colour, uncommon even this far north. She spoke as the soldier regarded her, a string of words that he could not understand.

“Quiet!” he shouted in the common tongue, not expecting her to comprehend. She kept babbling and did not obey.

This was but a peasant, a worker of the fields, and she would know only the language of her simple tribe. Gimilzôr had learned enough of the language of the capital to get by in the army, to communicate with his men or his superiors, who came from vastly different backgrounds and far regions of the Empire of Harad. Although he had been born as another villager in a desolate place much like this one, he was now commander of a troop of foot soldiers in the most feared fighting force in existence. He could speak in the common tongue, he had seen the glory of the capital and its temples, and he could wield sword, shield and spear. He wore armour of brazen plates, a fine bronze helmet and an ring of gold in his ear, and was now far above the likes of these peasants.

He pocketed his fruit, grabbed the woman’s wrist fiercely and pulled her to her feet. When she tried to pull away, Gimilzôr looked her straight in the eye with pure menace, as he pointed his sword towards the child. There was no lack of understanding this time. The woman silenced herself immediately, holding her hand up for her son to do the same. They were both too shocked to weep as she followed Gimilzôr into the first room. Still clutching the woman’s wrist, he led her to the table. Then, forcing several of the caskets and the platter of fruit into her arms, he pointed to the door. As she walked out, he pulled the pomegranate out of his pocket and chopped it neatly in half with his sword. Juice flowed out and into the deep cut he had made in the table. With a grinning face, Gimilzôr picked up both halves in his hand and put one up to his full red lips. Sucking the juice, he casually strode out the door. He was pleased with his latest capture, who was now standing mutely outside the hut. She would earn him great praise from his commanders when he turned her over to be a servant. If, that is, she survived the long march with the cruel soldiers of Harad.

In the village square, Gimilzôr’s troop had picked a dozen or so fit-looking young men to take with them. The best blood of this small village, he supposed. He scanned their faces, walked closer and examined their well-muscled torsoes. They would make fine soldiers, he thought proudly, once they had been toughened up. There were also many sacks of provisions, some caskets and two mules to help carry them. Several soldiers were busy about a well, filling as many skins as possible for the return journey. Gimilzôr smelled fresh, unleavened bread from several of the caskets as he walked around congratulating his men and asking about the resistance. It had been only minor. Earlier that day, the soldiers had badly beaten a man who had tried to prevent them taking grain from his store. It looked doubtful he would surive the next few nights, but that had stopped the rest of the village from fighting back and suffering needlessly. Every man that Gimilzôr had to make an example of was one less soldier for his lord’s armies. And as it turned out, only one hut had been fired. An accident in the bakery when his clumsy men had stormed in, and the fire had not spread. Nevertheless, a thin layer of smoke now gave the scene a ghostly feel.

Gimilzôr gave orders to all to begin moving out, and walked back to fetch his prize captive. He was ten yards or so from where she stood outside her hut, when he heard a shout and the rush of hooves. Turning, he saw a young man charging towards him on a small patchy-looking horse, a short sword in his outstretched hand.

“Don’t shoot!” Gimilzôr called back to the soldiers.

The fire of this man’s youth should not be wasted, and in any case he would hardly be able to take down the experienced Gimilzôr. Sword at the ready, the commander let the horse come closer. The rider started to stoop down in his saddle, ready to swing, showing his enemy too early what he had planned. Just before the horse came into range, Gimilzôr leaped away to his right, rolling on the hard earth with his sword under him. The untrained rider was not able to attack on his other side in time. Gimilzôr drew himself up on one knee as the horse was racing by, and slashed out as far as he could. The horse cried in pain as the sword slashed across its middle. Belly strap cut loose, the boy flew forwards and off his stricken beast, hitting the ground hard. Before he could recover, two soldiers were on him and had hauled him up, holding him. The soldiers were jeering and yelling, praising their leader.

Stepping around the wounded and useless horse, undoubtedly the only one in the village, Gimilzôr came face to face with the youth. His black curls bore some traces of blood, but he was otherwise unharmed. Expecting a swift death for his valour in defending his people, he stared defiantly at the man before him. For a moment he was taken aback, as he noticed the ugly scar running from temple to chin down Gimilzôr’s face. Then he recovered, his eyes burned with white-hot rage, and he spat. Gimilzôr, sword still in hand, punched him across the face viciously. The heavy pommel scored a painful wound across his black face. Losing strength and close to weeping, he sunk limply into the arms of his captors.

“Pick him up. Make him walk,” Gimilzôr instructed his men. It was high time they left. He pulled the youth’s chin so that they were looking eye to eye. “You’re in the army, now!” he grinned evilly.


A New Post

A week after returning from the outlying villages, Gimilzôr was summoned to meet his superior. He strode across town to where a headquarters had been set up, in a two-storied brick building overlooking the river to the north. His helmet was off against the heat of the late morning, and his forehead was beaded with sweat before he reached his destination. Once inside, he was shown to a small room that served temporarily as an office. His superior sat at a desk inside, fanned with a large palm frond by a woman with a light, dusky brown complexion and a downcast face. A cup of deliciously aromatic tea was before him. Gimilzôr saluted, clenched fist clanging against his bronze armour. The captain did not motion for him to sit, preferring to leave a distinction between him and the lower ranking Gimilzôr, despite the mutual respect between them.

“Eleven villages, one hundred and thirty conscripts,” he said matter-of-factly, reading from a parchment in front of him. “Well done. And my personal thanks for… the other tribute you gathered.” He indicated with a wry grin the woman standing nearby.

Gimilzôr smiled as the bonus he expected was pushed across the table to him; a small purse of coins which he took with a slight bow.

“As for your next post,” the young officer continued, “a small expeditionary force will shortly be pushing north towards the forest.” He waved casually behind him, in the direction of the river. “It will be led by an officer called Lan’Kâsh. I want you and your men to march under him. You will be joined by two relatively inexperienced sub-commanders. Jinan and Frôzhal are their names: you would do well to learn them. These two are capable, but ambitious, and may need keeping an eye on.”

At this point another man entered the room, attired also in the fashion of an officer of the Haradrim. He was tall and thin, with swarthy skin, and his hair hung down (in a scruffy manner, thought Gimilzôr) to his shoulders. The captain introduced him as Lan’Kâsh, and he and Gimilzôr saluted then clasped arms in formal military greeting. The man smelled slightly of ale, but that was to be expected in a town such as this between battles. And although he was a little unkempt at the moment, there could be no doubting the man’s experience and vigour in battle. Once Lan’Kâsh had taken a seat, the captain continued to brief Gimilzôr.

“I want you to see that your superior’s orders are carried out. Any northern settlements you find are to be wiped out completely. You have been chosen for your experience in this kind of warfare. Myself, I wouldn’t go near such a lowly assignment. Within the next month I will be leading a strong force across the River Poros to test the strength of Gondor. I expect you both to have completed your mission by then. Then maybe you will have some small share in the glory of Harad. You are dismissed, Gimilzôr.”

“For glory, my lord!” Gimilzôr cried, his eyes lighting up with the promise of battle to come.

The talk of great plans for extending the reach of the Empire had made his heart quicken. Most of his experience had been with small village conflicts, and a part of him strongly desired to be in a great battle against the Men of the West, such as those of old that he had heard tell of, when the Dark Lord himself had led the people of the south into battle. Excited like a brash young soldier, as he had not been for many years, he saluted his superiors once again, turned on his heel and walked out. Without pausing, he left the brick building and headed for his encampment, to ready his men, sharpen his sword, and pray to his gods, so that he might be their tool in bringing death to Gondor.

[Orual]

doug*platypus,

Good job. We have our last Haradrim spot filled. Welcome to Defense of the Poros!

A question, though: which of your two posts did you intend to be your first post on the game thread? I'm guessing the second one, but I wanted to make sure.

Now all we have to do is fill our last Gondorian defender spot, then we'll be ready to play.

~Orual

[doug*platypus]

Excellent! Thanks very much, Orual. Glad to be aboard; it's a great idea for an RPG.

I think that the second part, titled A New Post should be the first post for Gimilzôr on the game thread. I can alter it to suit if need be, especially if I got the geography or timing of Lan'Kâsh's post mixed up.

The first part of my post was just a bit of backstory that I really wanted to tell. Also, the second part was too short and incomplete to give any real insight into the nature of my character.

Thanks again, see you soon...

[Bêthberry]

Orual,

I think there are enough of you gamers ready and rarin' to go, so I suggest that you start the game thread now. If others become interested by reading the game, so much the better. They can still apply here if they wish.

And, again, I am very sorry that RL is so busy these days that I cannot in good conscience join this game. I would have liked to.

Bêthberry,
Moderator for Rohan

PS. A reminder to all, Game Managers can now open their own game threads once the game has been approved, the Rohan Moderator has started the discusison thread, and a sufficient number of gamers have been chosen. Game Managers should let the Rohan Moderator know before opening the RPG thread.

[Orual]

I've PM'd Bêthberry one question, then I'll set up the game thread.

Our players are:

Defenders:
Anhelm (Orual)
Khalad (Daniel Telcontar)
Astalder (Nerindel)

Attackers
Lan'kash (Manophazan)
Jinan (Imladris)
Gimilzor (doug*platypus)
Frôzhal (Novnarwen)

And if anybody wants to play the last Gondorian defender, please post a profile here or PM me.

EDIT: I've gotten a PM from Galadel Vinorel about filling our last spot, so I'll wait until she posts her profile to start up the game thread.

~Orual

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 10:52 PM February 04, 2004: Message edited by: Orual ]

[Galadel Vinorel]

Hello, all. I have been invited to play in this game, and will be playing the last Gondorian position. Here is my character's profile. I will have my post within the next couple of days.

Character Profile-


Name: Adenain (Lieutenant of the Guard)

Age: 25

Race: Human (Gondorian)

Appearance: He has brown hair with black streaks running through it. His eyes
are sea-green and almost always shine out with laughter. He is lean, yet strong. Adenain wears the traditional clothing and armor of a soldier, with his sword and two knives hanging at his side, and his bow and arrows strapped to his back. The soldier smiles and laughs often, though he becomes silent sometimes when he thinks of his father and the battles that he has fought in. He is quick and sure of himself, and uses this while fighting to destroy his enemy swiftly.

Personality: Adenain is boisterous and energetic, and works hard for everything that he receives. His friends know him to be free spirited. He has an unending sense of humor that results in him playing tricks on his friends and fellow soldiers. He is calm in difficult situations, and handles himself well in battle. Yet, the man is serious when need be, and expects his small troop that he commands to treat him with respect, just as he does with them. He is courteous and ambitous, and wishes to become higher up in the ranks of the Gondor army, in which he serves faithfully. Also, Adenain helps the healers in Poros when need be, for his mother taught him much about this type of art, for she is a renown healer in the Minas Tirith’s Houses of Healing.

History: Adenain was born in Minas Tirith to his mother, Anneana, a renown healer in the Houses of Healing, and his father, Adenune, a Captain of Gondor. His mother also gave birth to one other child, his sister, Annemal, who is three years younger than him. At the age of five his father was killed in battle, which is what drove the man to fight. Adenain was then left to care for his sister and mother. He used his sense of humor to keep his little sister laughing, and is very protective of her. At the age of ten he became the ‘boy’ of a Lieutenant Hahlir of the Guard and learned his swordmanship and bowmanship skills from his teacher. He was accepted into the Guard at the age of eighteen. Because of his excellent leadership qualities and heroism in battle, the man was promoted when he was 23 to the rank of lieutenant. A year later he was then transferred to the Poros settlement when Captain Anhelm was placed in charge of it, and given a small group of men to train and command. Reluctant to leave his sister and mother behind, Adenain nearly refused the post. He was swayed, though, when his sister agreed to go with him to the settlement, but his mother would not come with them, saying that her home was in Minas Tirith.

[Manôphazân]

Oural,

It looks like we are about to get started, and I was wondering if you had any posting rules for this game. Specifically, because we have a lot of players (at least it seems like a lot to me - which is great!), I was wondering how often (or seldom) we can post, do we have to wait for everyone to post before we can post again, how much freedom of choice we have when writing our own posts (Rohan games seems to be more complex but less moderated than Shire games), and is there a minimum (or maximum) size for posts? I am familiar with The nature of Rohan posts in The Golden Hall, but I was wondering if you had a general idea of how you want this game to flow. I want to avoid getting left behind (if I get temporarily lazy - I wont!) or stepping on toes (when I impatient to write).

Thanks,
Manô

[Galadel Vinorel]

Greeting once again my fellow BDers! smilies/biggrin.gif Here is the first post of my character. I hope that you find it acceptable, Orual.

First Post-

The red sun rose into the light blue sky of the morning. Adenain stretched out his worn muscles as he lay on the sweet-smelling grass. He breathed in deeply as he stared up at the sky, his mind beginning to wander. He thought of Minas Tirith, and his mother who had remained behind. He wondered how she was and what she was doing at this exact moment. It was almost as if he could see her. Around this time of the morning she would be rushing around the house, gathering up parcels of healing herbs and tools. She would then be off, rushing through the busy streets so that she could go to the main healer’s cabinet and drop off the fresh herbs before making her rounds around the Houses of Healing, and taking care of her patients.
As the man lay on the ground, his long body spread out in an awkward-looking, but very comfortable position, he heard the sound of the flute being played behind him. The sound of it was sweet and gentle, and moved the hearts of all who heard it. Rolling over on to his stomach, and propping himself up on his elbows, Adenain looked up at as his younger sister, Annemal, who was playing the beautiful sounding flute, with affection and pride. He had been the one who had taught her to play that when she was only five years of age.
Annemal played on as she reached her brother and sat next to him. Slowly she drew near to the end of the final verse; in her heart she longed to play more for her brother, who had done so much for her, and who now looked very sad, though she did not know the reason for this. The young woman finished her song then, and lowered the flute from her lips. Adenain turned around back onto his back and then sat up, looking over the beautiful view that could be seen from where their small house stood.
“You should be getting to your post should you not, brother?” asked Annemal in her quite and musical voice.
“Yes,” he replied, “I must report in to Captain Anhelm today for his instructions.”
“Come along then, and I’ll fix you some bread and butter with some goat’s milk before you go,” she said, smiling to him, pulling herself up, with him in tow, “While I’m doing that you can go and change into your uniform.”
Thirty minutes later Adenain exited their house dressed in his uniform of the Guard, with his sword and two knives hanging at his sise, and his bow and arrows strapped to his back. He walked calmly, a slight skip in his firm footsteps, to request his orders for the day from his commander, Captain Anhelm.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 10:55 AM February 06, 2004: Message edited by: Galadel Vinorel ]

[Orual]

Galadel Vinorel,

Very nice profile and first post. Check your PM's, but Adenain is accepted into "Defense of the Poros." Welcome!

Mâno (and everybody else),

Question the first, about frequency of posts: You can post however often you can or want. Once the game starts, I'll put up my first post, then you can in whatever order you'd like...but I'd like everybody to have their first post on the game thread before the game starts. Also, in the Golden Hall it says:

To post at a minimum two to three times weekly for a major character, once weekly for a minor character, or as required for a cameo character, and to read both the game and discussion threads at least every two days in order to keep informed of the game's events.

Question the second, on freedom of writing posts: You can write whatever you'd like (within the rules for Rohan posts and proper conduct on the Barrow-Downs RPG forums), as long as you don't drop a bombshell or change the course of the game without discussing it first on the discussion thread, or at least PM'ing me and letting me approve it. If anybody has suggestions for a shift in the plot, feel free to post it, but don't just change stuff without asking the group.

Question the third, about length of posts: I believe the minimum is two paragraphs (correct me if I'm wrong). As far as I'm concerned, they can be as long as you want, as long as they're coherent.

Regards,
~Orual

[Manôphazân]

Thanks, Oural. This should be fun! smilies/smile.gif

Manô

P.S. I looked at The Golden Hall and it suggests four paragraphs.

[Galadel Vinorel]

Thanks, Orual. smilies/biggrin.gif I am looking forward to playing in this RPG.

If I may so ask, when shall the RPG be beginning? Has there been a date set yet, Orual? Just wondering. smilies/biggrin.gif

Namarie, my fellow RPGers.

[Orual]

The game thread is open!

Everybody can now put up their first posts...please do not go further until everybody's done so. And remember to delete your signatures!

~Orual

[Orual]

Everybody,

I've PM'd doug*platypus to let him know this. I'd like to move on with the game, since the updates are done and everything's five by five.

The game is now officially begun--post however often you wish!

~Orual

[Galadel Vinorel]

So, may we now post freely, or are there still some people who have yet to post their first post?:D

[Orual]

Yes, you may post freely now. Have at it, lads (and lasses)!

~Orual

[Galadel Vinorel]

Thanks! I will be!:D

[Nerindel]

Righty ho! Astalder stands ready to take up his new post ;)

Orual if any thing doesn't seem right about my description of the settlement and it's people just let me know and I will edit.:D

Doug if you want your first post with the other's I can edit it above mine. ;)

[Imladris]

My computer accidently broke so I now I have limited computer/internet access. Right at the beginning of the start of the game too! Aaargh!!!!!

Wallowing in bad luck,
Imladris

[Orual]

Imladris,

I'm really sorry that your computer's on the fritz! Thank you for telling us, though.

Nerindel,

Your post was fine.

Everybody,

Good job so far. My second post is up now.

~Orual

[Manôphazân]

Where's everybody gone? I hope they weren't lost trying to find their way to the new forum :)

[Orual]

Mano,
I don't know...but let's give 'em a few days. Sometimes it takes a little bit for inspiration to strike. :)

Imladris,
Nice post! Glad to see you can still post...that you're not gone entirely.

Everybody else,
Hope you found the new forum all right, and don't be afraid to post whenever you'd like.

~Orual

[Novnarwen]

Where's everybody gone?

I'm really sorry. I had every intention of posting this weekend (You know... Saturday 14th or Sunday 15th), but to my surprise my parents banned me from the computer the whole weekend!!

Anyway, now I'm only allowed to go on maximum an hour a day, and considering the time I use when writing a post that is short. So, what I am saying is that I will not be able to post that regularly. Maybe only in the weekends, when I have two hours to my disposial.

Orual, I completely understand if you want to find an other player who can commit themselves to the game. But if you think it's okay, I'll be glad to still be in the game.

Okay, if you don't want to find a new player, I would appreciate if the other Haradrim's just brought my character along.

I'm really soory about this, but at this point my parents don't seem too willing to negotiate either... :(

Will you please let me know, Orual?

Thanks in advance,
Nova

[Orual]

Nova,

I'm sorry to hear about your problems. I understand, though, and I don't want to bump you from the game--I think we have a pretty good team here, and I don't want to lose anybody. If I could make a suggestion, however, if you only have an hour a day what you could do is come on, read the posts, then write your replies while you're offline. It won't take much time to just type in what you've written. It's kind of a pain to handwrite stuff when you're used to typing, but it would be a solution. Thank you for letting me know, though, and I hope everything works out.

If anybody else is having difficulties getting online or finding time to post, please let me know, so I know who is capable of posting regularly.

~Orual

[Galadel Vinorel]

I am able to post most everyday, though weekends are rather hard for me to do so. Plus, I am normally able to be on the internet for only an hour every day.

I hope to post soon, though. I was wondering, Orual, if Adenain might report in to Anhelm soon. :D

Namarie, mellons. :D

[Nerindel]

Hey guy's

as you will see I can post fairly fequently, but if for any reason I can't I will be sure to let you know.;)



Orual my next post is up and Astalder's first impression of the young captain is a good one, but being one to wants to always have the facts regarding his posts, he is waiting to hear what news the scouts have.

[Orual]

Galadel and Nerindel,

Thanks for your assurances! I'm glad you can make it. And, Galadel, you can post whenever you'd like. You can have Adenain report to Anhelm now, if you'd like. Now is a good time, as Imladris and Aman said in the "Last Hope for Moria" Discussion Thread, to make friends and enemies among the characters. The more interaction we have at this stage, the better. Mostly this is just first impressions and talking, the characters getting to know each other, the writers getting used to everybody else's writing styles. Later action will come, but we need to lay down the foundation first.

~Orual

[Novnarwen]

Orual- Thanks!

I've put up a save, and will be filling it later today (parents not home) or tomorrow (parents not home..:P)

I was just wondering....I hope it doesn't sound too stupid..

Manôphazân - In your post you wrote:
"Then we’ll have to choose the right men to lead them. I’m sure there are some among our ranks that would be up to the challenge of putting these new rats into order.”

So, I was just curious about whether you wanted my character (for instance) to be one of the 'rats' (:P) or one of those would have the challenge of putting the rats into order...

I would be fine with both really. What did you have in mind? (I hope I understood that part in your post correctly...or else.. I have really... I am not going to go into that even...)

Cheers,
Nova :P

[doug*platypus]

Howdy...

Wow... the Barrow-Downs is better than ever! Incredible!!

Anyway, I have sent a slightly edited version of my first post to Nova, who will hopefully put in what I thought would be a sensible place, after the first post for Frozhal and just before Daniel Telcontar.

Manôphazân, good job in your post. I had forgotten that all the new recruits would be total hicks! Lol... I worked a little bit of that into my first post, but didn't steal the hoe gag.:D

Actually, if anyone besides Nova (i.e. Orual or a mod) has the power to insert my post at the right place, pls let me know and I'll send it to you. I'll keep a closer eye on the thread now that I know the site is up and running again. Later...:)

[Nerindel]

Doug that post came to me, I pmed you a reply but seeing this I realise it should have gone to nova.

In this new format the 'pm this person' tab is now at the bottom of the posts. ;) :p It caught me out too, it took me a while to figure out way I couldn't edit my post, thats because I was trying to edit the post above:rolleyes:

[Orual]

Nova,

That's fine...but I'd hate for you to get in trouble on account of the game. So play it safe, okay? We don't want you banned entirely!

doug,

Glad you found the board okay. Once you get your first post straightened out--or even before, if you'd like--you can start posting however often you'd like. I don't think, however, that new posts can be inserted between existing posts...just added on to others' posts. I certainly can't do it.

I've got another post up. I'm glad to see the game getting going! I think we've got a good team, and that it'll be a fun game. Right now is still the getting-to-know-you stage, but as soon as that starts to wind down, I'll talk to y'all about the next step in the game.

~Orual

[doug*platypus]

In this new format the 'pm this person' tab is now at the bottom of the posts.
A-Ha!! Thank you kindly... man, I feel like an old person at an ATM or something... not that that's a bad thing...

I'll PM Nova tomorrow.

[Novnarwen]

Nova,
That's fine...but I'd hate for you to get in trouble on account of the game. So play it safe, okay? We don't want you banned entirely!
lol. Nah, my parents wouldn't dare ban me entirely...:D

Doug- I'll be happy to paste something up for you. :D Just send the post.. (I'm actually glad you didn't do it yesterday, my PM box was full... heh)

Okay, I filled my save. Please Let me know if any of you want it changed.

Manôphazân- I just left it open.... Frôzhal just claimed where his loyalty lies. You may decide whether he's a rat or... one of those... those...talented soldiers. (I hope you know what I mean... if not.. then... please say so...heh :))

Cheers,
Nova

[Orual]

Hey y'all,

I just wanted to drop a note saying that I've put up a new post for Adenain and Astalder to respond to as they wish (and by the way, Galadel and Nerindel, you don't have to leave just because Anhelm said dismissed...if either of your characters has something to say, feel free to say it).

I'm really pleased with how the game is progressing. Since it was slow starting up, I'm going to leave a little more time for the "getting to knoooow you, getting to know all aboout you" stage, then I've got a couple of things in the works, especially some early skirmishes. Manô, it wouldn't be me and you so much, since we're the chief officers in this confrontation and would not be the scouts, etc...but that still lies ahead, and we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I just wanted to give you all a heads-up.

For all of you in areas that celebrate it, happy Mardi Gras! Laissez les bon temps rouler!

~Orual

[doug*platypus]

I've just added my second post to the RPG thread. Big thanks to Nova for inserting my first one.;)

Other Haradrim, please let me know if I've made your players act a little out of character. I guess at the start, we're all still settling into the roles that our characters will have. I guess we should probably get moving out of the settlement soon, so just let us know when Manophazan. Sweet.

Good job everyone, see you next weekish.

[Nerindel]

(and by the way, Galadel and Nerindel, you don't have to leave just because Anhelm said dismissed...if either of your characters has something to say, feel free to say it).

Orual, Glad to hear that! ;) Astalder being the meticulious soldier that he is does have more to say, as you will see when you read the post I've just put up. :D

[Manôphazân]

I have been mistakenly calling the Harad border settlement 'Poros Crossing'. The Poros settlement is where the Gondorians are, so the Haradrim are at the crossing of the Harnen river. I have gone back into my three posts and changed the border settlement where the Haradrim are at to 'Harnen Crossing'. Sorry for any confusion. We'll get to the Poros soon enough... and the Wingers are not going to be happy.:cool:

[Orual]

Okay, if everybody's okay with it, I think we'll start moving the game along. (Manô, thanks for your post--it kind of pushed me along!)

I think we're going to start off with a skirmish--a couple of Gondorians versus a couple of Haradrim, probably scouts vs. stragglers. Nerindel, since Astalder had mentioned getting familiar with the boundaries and the territory, that'll give Anhelm a reason to send some people out. Then a couple of Haradrim (including at least one but possibly more of the Haradrim players: not Lan'Kash, since he's in charge and probably wouldn't go gallavanting about, but some of the lower-ranked soldiers) would meet them by accident, and fists would fly. Of course, as Anhelm said in my last post, that's all it'll take to push him into an "aggessively defensive" path of action, which leads to more blows being dealt.

Now, I think, would be a good time to bring up an important discussion. Some of you may have noticed in my game proposal on the first page of this thread that I didn't put a definite outcome. Either side, at this point, could win. I'd like to hear your thoughts and opinions on this matter. Myself, I'm leaning toward the Haradrim winning, simply because it clears up the canonical problem of there actually not being a Poros settlement, plus it would give the Haradrim a morale boost that they could use in later continuing attacks later on. (And it's kind of a nifty twist, any way.) So just tell me what you think, and we'll all discuss it.

~Orual

[Imladris]

This is my unbiased opinion: have the Haradrim win. I love it when the good guys go down fighting!

[Nerindel]

I have to agree I think the Haradwaith would win this one, but Astalder would become torn in his loyalties, he will be concerned for the safety of his wife and son, and ultimately advise Anhelm to have all the women and children evacuated to Pelargir.

[Orual]

Well, good, that makes three out of eight in agreement, and I have a feeling that all the Haradrim players are going to agree. ;)

Nerindel, you brought up a good point. I think that there will definitely be an evacuation--there won't be a big, bloody massacre where all the good guys die. That's a little much for an RPG, methinks. But Anhelm will need a little pushing--he's the type to go down with his ship.

~Orual

[Novnarwen]

Just for the fun of it, I agree as well! :P

Anyway, I just filled my save.

Imladris- I have used your character quite a lot. Please let me know what you think. I don't want to 'overstep' and write about anyone's characters in an inappropriate way.

Thanks,

Nova :P

[Imladris]

I would like to apoligize for the length of time it took me to fill in my save of several days. Bad me.

And Novnarwen it was absolutely brilliant what you did. :)

[Daniel Telcontar]

The Ending does not matter to me, just that we get some great posts made.

Anyway, the idea of a skirmish sounds great. If it is not too late, could Khalad come along on that patrol/scout thing (even though he is a knight, he can walk if that fits better with the scenery)? Currently I am a bit unsure of how to get Khalad into the story, thus my few posts. If he could tag along on this scout thing it would be excellent.

[Nerindel]

Daniel Telcontar , If you like I could have Astalder swing by the barracks before heading out, and pick up the snoozing Khalad.

We will have to cover a fair distance if we are to run into a few of Lan'kash's men, it is roughly 150miles (going by Fonstad's map, Pg. 53) from the Poros to the Harnen, so I think horses will be in order, which brings me to another question, Galadel does Adenian ride?

Going by Manophazan's post, the Haradrim set out from the Harnen outpost on the night prior to the arrival of Anhelms new recruits, so we should encounter some of their scouts by nightfall, does this sound about right to everyone?

[Orual]

Arrgghhh...I didn't even bother to look at a map. Well, there are preparations to be made, I guess, and Khalad will make his grand appearance (good to see you, Daniel, I was going to PM you), which will give the Haradrim a little time to gain some ground. But there will definitely be horses involved--Anhelm's mad now.

Gargh. I feel pretty dumb now. Bad captain, bad captain...watch me smack my forehead repeatedly against the wall. But virtual RPG cookies to Nerindel for pointing out my error. Sugar or chocolate chip, Nerindel?

~Orual

[Galadel Vinorel]

HAHA! It's okay, Orual...we forgive you. ;)

Anyways...Nerindel, in answer to your question... yes, Adenain does ride.

Now, I am kind of confused, since I haven't been into "Rohan" for a few days. What's going on? I feel kind of stupid now, but I have been reding the last few posts here, yet I still can't figure it out. Will Adenain be traveling somewhere soon? Sorry to be such a bother...can't help it..I'm blonde. ;)

Well, namarie for now, mellons.

[Orual]

Okay, kiddos--I fixed it!

Yeah, I went back and edited my post. Nerindel, Galadel, you're no longer going out just yet--but we're on red alert, highest warning, etc. etc. Galadel, that ought to answer your question. You guys can go out and get ready, if you'd like--get in touch with Khalad, talk to your families, whatever you'd need to do.

Feeling better about her abilities,
~Orual

[Orual]

Hey, guys...

Let's get the game back up. I can't reasonably post again, since the last post on the game thread was mine, so somebody else needs to post. Daniel, you might want to, to bring Khalad up to speed with events. As I said in the above post, I did edit my last post on the game thread, so the Gondorian soldiers are no longer being sent out, just put on alert. Haradrim, y'all can continue your march towards Poros, with whatever obstacles you'd like. If anybody needs help, just tell me here or PM me.

~Orual

[Daniel Telcontar]

Alright Orual, I'll get a post up soon, get Khalad up and watching, perhaps interact with some NPC townsfolk or soldiers (whatever I can think of).

[doug*platypus]

Howdy. Er.. just to make doubly sure.. us Haradrim don't have any horsemen with us, do we? I assumed that we're all on foot, and haven't seen anyone else post to the contrary. Makes sense, since we're all pretty untalented ruffians anyway.

I'll probably post tomorrow. If there is really 150 miles to cover :eek: then perhaps a camp for the night and a post that skips over a day or so really briefly is a good idea. I think that probably 30 miles a day for foot soldiers on a good road is fair? I've got NO idea about horsies.

If only we had Aragorn and his magic van...

[Nerindel]

Ok everyone I have posted again, I have now given the Haradrim three wooden watch towers to think about, all at last two days on foot from the settlement, east south and west.

Manophazan I hope my post does not interfere with your next post to much I have suggested in my post that the Haradrim will reach the southern watchtower some time during the night.

Galadel I Did not write Adenain Volunteering to go with Astalder, as he would require to take the swiftest riders and I think Daniels character Khalad would fit in here, and someone needs to stay and help Anhelm plan his ambush. ;)

Daniel if you agree that Khalad would be better placed to accompany Astalder to the southern outpost, let me know! After he gets Anhelm's assent (Assuming he does get his assent! :eek: ) he will head out to the stables and the barracks looking for several swift riders.

[Manôphazân]

Nerindel, your post fits in great with what I was writing. I've brought the Haradrim within striking distance, and though I have had them take camp, it was not meant to put them in a position to be ambushed. I'm hoping one or more of the other Hardrim players will move us in for the first attack. One of your watchtower should make a great place for us to have our first battle of the game.

[Imladris]

I hope no one minded that I decided to do the honours of the attack.

Manôphazân please let me know if I did any wrong with your character, or with the strategy of the attack. The strategy I chose is a good, albeit, simple one, but Jinan thinks otherwise, which just goes to show how foolish he is.

[Manôphazân]

The Gondorians will be firing their own towers according to Astaldar, so our initial attack should be short as the small tower garrison will have no choice but to retreat. They (Poros Crossing) already know we are coming - there was no true chance of surprise - so let's give our new peasant conscripts a taste of war at the towers before moving on the fort. If any real force shows up, Gimilzôr's large group should be able to detroy them or drive them away.

Poros Crossing is a day and a half away, if I recall correctly. Any intelligence on how many soldiers and civilians are at the place?

[Orual]

Wow, this is the most self-sufficient group of players I've ever seen...

You guys are doing so well. I really apologize for my absence over the last couple of days, and want to thank you all for working so hard and writing such good stuff. It's been a kind of hard week, but I think I can get back on track.

Thanks for your patience!

~Orual

[Nerindel]

erm, the Gondorians seem to have lost the remainder of their day??? Oh well, I'll have to rethink my next post.

I will assume that Anhelm agreed to Astalder's excursion south, so I will write him on the road. Back tracking picking up Khalad and several riders, if thats ok with you Daniel?

Mano, Imaladris don't worry about having your men torch the tower I had planned that Astalder and co. would not arrive on time. ;) My thought was that we would see the smoke of the tower and meet the retreating garrison, well whats left of them anyhow, then I thought we could run into a small scouting party led either by Jinan or Frozhal. Does this idea sound acceptable to you?

[Galadel Vinorel]

Sorry that I haven't posted in a while. I was in Ohio for a few days, and when I got back I could not get onto the forum. But my computer is working right now, so I'm back.

Good job on your posts, you all. :D

I will post when I have finished reading everything that I read. I there anything specific that you would like me to say, Orual.

Well, I must be leaving now. Namarie. :)

[Orual]

Nerindel,

I'm sorry, did you need something in the day? Just PM it to me and I'll c&p it above my post.

Galadel,

Welcome back! I hope you had fun in Ohio, and I'm glad your computer's up and running.

~Orual

[Galadel Vinorel]

Thanks, Orual! :D I did have fun with my drill team. Busy, but fun.

Anyways, I was wondering if there was anything specific that you would lie Adenain to do right now? I'm kind of confused on what he's supposed to do since I thought that he would be going to survey the area or something such as that.

Well, ta-ta, folks. ;) :)

[Novnarwen]

Hi!

I just filled my save. (Please let me know if it needs to be changed...)

I have brought another charcter into the picture, just a random Haradrim that is. His name is Erfâzh. Frôzhal, seeing that battle is drawing near, panicks and gives the command to Erfâzh. (Only during the attack, though.) Anyway, what I had in mind was that Frôzhal chickens out and doesn't actually fight at this stage. What I was thinking later on, (just a suggestion) that Lan’kâsh is pleased after the attack, especially by how it was done. Maybe he could express this, and especially give acknowledgement to the three (Jinan, Frôzhal and Gîmilzor) for being so *excellent*. This would of course, upset poor Erfâzh since it was originally he who lead Frôzhal's platoon......

It could be great drama in the army.. Maybe Erfâzh could join Jinan?

Okay, now I'm just ... hyper. Please let me know.

Anyway, I'll set up another save, just in case...

Cheers,
Nova

[Imladris]

Hmm...sounds good Novnarwen . Maybe Erfâzh and Jinan could try to get Frozhal out of the army via political means...maybe set him up for a crime, like treachery? Maybe not that drastic but still...you get my jist. That would also further deepen the grudge that Frozhal would bear against Jinan.

Cheers!
Istawen

[Daniel Telcontar]

Nerindel, that sounds great! When you fill your save, you can pick out Khalad or get him to volunteer, whatever you prefer. I will post when I see yours, will certainly be interesting!

[Novnarwen]

Hmm...sounds good Novnarwen . Maybe Erfâzh and Jinan could try to get Frozhal out of the army via political means...maybe set him up for a crime, like treachery? Maybe not that drastic but still...you get my jist. That would also further deepen the grudge that Frozhal would bear against Jinan.


Political means, treachery?! Woah! That is interesting. Yeah, that could definitely work. It would actually be quite neat! What does the other Haradrim say?

Nova

[Nerindel]

Orual I have pm'd you my post.

Daniel I have deleted my save, Orual is going to paste my post above hers. It takes us to night time and I was hoping you could take us the rest of the way to dawn were we can perhaps be awoken to the cries of the watch as they see smoke rising in the distance. ;)

in fact I think I will paste it here just so you don't have to wait. ;) :p

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Astalder sat tall upon his Rohirrim bred horse, a black charger named Taayar, looking upon the men that would be accompanying him to the Southern watch tower. He fought the urge to pull at his tunic collar as an uneasy tightness grew in his throat, He was no leader of men, yes he could guide and counsel when required and he had proven himself many times in battle, but leadership! He had always shunned that responsibility, convincing himself that he could better serve and protect his kin with the might of his sword, but here he was, with twelve pairs of eyes intently watching him, expectantly waiting for him to speak, delivering their orders. Clearing his throat, as much to get their attention as to dislodge the growing lump in his throat, he turned to address them.

“As you may or may not be aware, reports have come in reporting that a contingent of Haradrim warriors crossed the Harnen, now six days past these reports also suggest that they may be heading this way! Captain Anhelm is dispatching us to ride to the southern boarders to assess the situation; we are also to instruct the watch in the towers to set beacons at the first sign of any hostility from the enemy, it may yet be that they just wish to make their presence felt, but we must be prepared for anything !” He paused briefly to allow the importance of their new orders to sink in, then raising his sword he ordered them to fall in.

Turning Taayar he led the twelve riders through the village, towards the main gate. The settlers stopped to watch their procession and he could see the uneasiness in their eyes. “Astalder” A familiar voice pulled him from the faces of those he was charged with protecting and with a loving smile he looked on the face of his wife and son. “Astalder, you are riding out today? She asked. He could hear the trace of worry in her voice as she spoke, though she tried to hide it. “When will you be back?” she continued looking at the supplies strapped to his horse as she walked along side his horse. “Two, perhaps three days” he said trying to reassure her, but her deepening frown told him that he had failed.

“It’s true isn’t it…? What they are saying, the southerner are sending their army to drive us out!” she said lowering her voice so as little Falmir could not hear her words, Astalder’s usually thoughtful blue grey eyes went wide with surprise at her words, it had only been a few hours since the scout arrive with the news and already word had spread through the settlement. It pained him greatly to see fear in the proud and usually strong willed woman’s eyes. He halted his horse gesturing for his company to continue on to the gate, then turned back to look at his wife.

“We do not know that!” he answered gently, “They may just be making their presence felt.” then realising that this was the second time he had used those exact words he shook his head. “I will know more on my return; just promise me that the two of you will stay within the walls of the settlement.” Fëawyn nodded her understanding as he reached out to brush a stray strand of her soft golden hair from her face. “Promise me you will return!” She whispered taking hold of his hand as he ran it down her pale cheek. “I promise that if it is in my power I will return!” he answered bending over and kissing her lightly on the forehead.

“And you little man, look after your mother while am gone!” he smiled tousling the young lads hair. “Yes sir!” the lad answered seriously, raising his small hand in a salute, which made Astalder laugh, “I will be back soon!” he again reassured Fëawyn, then with a last look at his family he set off again, catching up to his company as they passed through the strong wooden gates.

“Sir if you don’t mind me asking how far is it to the boarder post?” He turned to face the tall dark haired young man who issued the question, “Roughly a day and half’s riding.” He answered watching the roquen’s somewhat innocent face as he made the calculations, nodding as the young man came to the same conclusion he had. “We won’t get to them in time!” he exclaimed lowering his voice to a whisper, “we should be making haste!”

“And we will” Astalder assured him “just as soon as we are out of sight of the settlement” To his relief the young man had understood his reasoning and did not question his decision. “What is your name?” he asked the roquen. “Khalad, Sir” the young man replied, his dark blue eyes fixed on the road ahead.

“Well Khalad my name is Astalder and we are of the same rank so there is no need to be calling me sir, in fact it maybe that I will need someone at my side who is not afraid to question my actions!” he smiled, then standing up in his stirrups he looked back and seeing the Poros settlement fade into the distance he gave the order to make haste informing his company that they would not be stopping till nightfall.

They where less than a few hours out when the heavens opened upon them and it did not abate for the remainder of the day, drowning the already low spirits of the riders, by nightfall both horses and riders were cold, wet and hungry. Astalder sent Khalad and two other ahead to find somewhere to make camp, they returned shortly and led them to a wooded area a short distance ahead, the company then dismounted and began to set up camp. The horses were feed, a fire lit and a meal prepare, after everyone had eaten, he set the watch, four men to switch every two hours. He then seated himself next to the fire and listened to the conversations of the men and as they shared past deeds and tales of old, he sharpened his sword, feeling every notch of the Heirloom of Minas Ithil as he ran the wetting stone down it’s edge and even as he did he felt almost certain that he would have need of her soon.

[Orual]

Sorry I wasn't able to post last night, everybody: rehearsal ran late.

Nerindel, your post is up--good job at it, by the way!

Haradrim--most excellent job. I love all the intrigue!

Galadel--you can either have Adenain follow Astalder, or you can have him preparing for the actual defense of the city. If he stays in the city, he could speak with Anhelm as they get ready. Your call!

~Orual

[Daniel Telcontar]

I posted, Nerindel, hope it was satisfying.

[Novnarwen]

Hi!

I just filled my save. Sorry for being late (again). :)

Please let me know if it needs editing.

Have a nice weekend everyone!

[Manôphazân]

Gimilzôr’s last post suggests a few things that are confusing me. First, he sees himself as ranking the same or lower than Jinan and Frôzhal, saying that they had both been officers at one time. Perhaps I missed something, but I thought they had always been normal soldiers that Lan’kâsh was actually promoting when he made them corporals. They were wandering around stealing purses and dreaming of promotion, so I never saw where they had any rank at all. Likewise, Gimilzôr started out with a force, so I’ve always been treating him as a lieutenant or at least a higher-ranking NCO. He leads a force of experienced warriors, and the other two lead platoons of newcomers.

Also, everyone keeps promoting Lan’kâsh to captain. He’s still just a lieutenant. Though maybe he’ll get promoted soon!

[Imladris]

Right -- hmm...I was confused about the captian aprt. Either way, if you noticed, Jinan usually refers to Lankash in a sarcastic tone of voice. He probably feel that Lankash is overstepping the boundaries of Lietnant...also, he is the highest ranked official there.

I thought that Gimilzor was higher than us, but that the character himself wasn't sure where Jinan and Frozhal ranked...hmm., now that you mention it, I'm confused as well...

[doug*platypus]

Not a Captain? Whoops, my bad!!

I'll change references to Lieutenant.

Gimilzôr is the equivalent of a sergeant. He came from a lowly peasant background, and sergeant is as far as he will go.

I thought that Jinan and Frozhal were officers when I read the first posts for those characters. Nova and Imladris, can you please confirm their ranks? I thought that Lan'kâsh "promoting" them to Corporal was actually a demotion and a bit of an insult.

Gimilzôr is definitely confused.

[Imladris]

Well, considerring that I'm not too savvy with military ranks (the order of them, that is), Jinan would be just under lieutnant, since at the beginning he was hoping that he would be promoted to Lan’kâsh's position.

Sorry that that wasn't too clear. :o

[Novnarwen]

Okay.. hmm..

I've always thought that Lan'kâsh had the best position of all of them (sorry, I don't know these ranks..:( ). Thereafter came Gimilzôr, who had a better rank than Jinan and Frôzhal but poorer than Lan'kâsh.

Anyhow, Frôzhal was never offended by the little promotion he got. Only, he had thought (by the first post) that he was getting an even better rank. Anyway, Frôzhal is pretty happy with his position. After all, he is a man without any real skills. By this, I assumed that Jinan was kind of offended to have the same rank as Frôzhal, since Jinan is kind of *better*.

Okay, this made no sense at all... I think. Just tell me if there are 'rank errors' in my posts, and I'll change it.

And when I think about it, I'm kind of confused as well. Hmm.. Does anyone know where I can... find/learn these ranks? :D lol

Cheers,
Nova

[Orual]

Far as I can tell, the British Army/Royal Marines Military Ranks are as follows (from the bottom):

Private
Lance Corporal
Corporal
Sergeant
Staff/Colour Sergeant
Warrant Officer 2nd Class
Warrant Officer 1st Class
2nd Lieutenant
Lieutenant
Captain
Major
Lieutenant Colonel
Colonel
Brigadier
Major General
Lieutenant General
General

It differs in the other branches of the armed forces, however. But that's the British Army and Royal Marines.

~Orual

[Imladris]

Thank you, Orual , for the list of ranks... :)

I filled in my save... Novnarwen , would you like to take it from here?

Cheers!
Istawen

[Nerindel]

Okies everyone, I filled my save.
Astalder has decided to scout out their enemies strength and numbers and is awaiting Khalads thoughs! so its over to you Daniel. :D

Mano I like you idea of informants, What about sabotage!:eek:

Which brings me to my next question. Orual what are the Gondorians numbers and armaments?

[Orual]

Which brings me to my next question. Orual what are the Gondorians numbers and armaments?

Well, it's a fairly small settlement, and not hugely well-equipped at that. Gondor didn't anticipate much conflict, being somewhat distracted by the rumours of what would later be revealed as Sauron. So underequipped but still able to hold back the Haradrim attack, if not for long...I'll try to get a hard number to you, but honestly, I'm not sure of a realistic number right now.

As for armaments, those soldiers that are there are well-armed, since the individual soldiers putting their lives on the line at the Poros settlement realize that they're right on the doorstep of the Haradrim. Most of them are well-trained as well, since they were either picked by Anhelm or came with recommendations. Defensively, there is a tall wall around the settlement--a deterrent, but not necessarily a major obstacle for the Haradrim.

That probably wasn't very useful, but I'll try to get you all some more information soon...

~Orual

[Daniel Telcontar]

right back at ya Nerindel!

Ok Orual, I have been a bit unsure myself about number of soldiers and defensive structures in Poros.

[Nerindel]

okies folks, I've posted again!

Daniel Astalder has sent Khalad off to scout the Haradrim's numbers, leaving strict instructions with the remaining knights, that should he and his companion not return, they are to ride to the settlement without him. But what Khalad actually does is entirely in your hands. :eek:

To our enemies :p you have just caught two spy's. please, please don't kill Astalder, well not yet any way! ;) I was hoping that Astalder or at least his name would be recognised, by Lan'kash or one or more of the more senior warriors. His name is held with high regard among the ranks of the Gondorian military and he is a minor lord of Gondor even if he refuses to take up the title.

From the moment of his capture he will remain tight liped and all you will get from him is his name and rank. You are quite welcome to do what you like to the other knight, but he too will accept death before betraying his comrades.

[Daniel Telcontar]

That's cool Nerindel, we'll see what Khalad does (though it may be a while before I post).

[Imladris]

Orual, I'm sorry I haven't been posting, but I'm kind of waiting for Novnarwen's lead on this and she's kind of...disappeared?

Cheers!
Istawen

[Orual]

::applauds wildly::

I love the way everything's going! Y'all are all doing such an amazing job. I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately, but I could hardly think of anything to say.

I have a post up for Anhelm which might seem a little weird. What Anhelm's having is what Martha Beck called a "Seeing Thing". What happens is that you're thinking so hard of someone, you want so desperately to know where they are, how they are, or you want so desperately to be with them, that you see them. I know it sounds odd still, but I like the idea of it.

Imladris,
I know, I'm going to PM her. But if you want to go ahead and post, that's perfectly fine...each player is responsible for his or her own posts, and if the player didn't get the post in on time, the others don't have to wait up. Now, if you need Novnarwen's post before you go, then that's fine. Don't worry about posting, and many thanks for telling me.

~Orual

[Imladris]

Okay, Nova PMed me with the details about her save and I have subsequently posted for Jinan. Nova, please tell me if it's alright...*evil Calvin grin*

[Novnarwen]

I've finally filled my save..:P

Imladris, I love your post. I don't know if I'll be able to do any sort of 'reply-post', mainly because my busy schedule this week. I'll try though.

Cheers,
Nova

PS! Let me know if my post needs editing..:P

[Imladris]

Nova, how hidden his Frozhal's Gondorian knife? And that's okay if you don't get a chance to post...I have plenty stuff to do as well.... ;)

Cheers,
Imladris

[Galadel Vinorel]

Orual,

I have not been here for the past few days (trip) and will not be able ot get onto my computer again till monday because of spring break. I will read over the RPG and post as soon as I return. If there is anything specific that you would like my character to do, please tell me, for he and I are rather lost at the moment. If you need to use him while I am gone, you have my permission to.

As always, with deep respect,

~Galadel

[Orual]

Thanks for informing us, Galadel! See you Monday.

~Orual

[doug*platypus]

Howdy. Just to let you know, I'm still checking in and still very interested in finishing this RPG!

I may not be able to post this week, however. Hopefully some of the more major Haradrim characters can keep things cranking in the meantime. Cheers...

*Gimilzôr*

[Galadel Vinorel]

I have just returned!! :D Just thought that I let you all know that. I will be checking up on the RPG when possible and posting when I can find an opening. Adenain and I are seriously looking forward to working further in this RPG.

As always,

~Galadel

[Daniel Telcontar]

Still here as well ;)

Just wondering about what to do with Khalad. We already got one Gondorian prisoner, and if Khalad and the other Gondorian knights were to attempt destroying the catapults, chances are they will be caught too. So perhaps they should simply abandon their errand upon seeing the Haradrim camp? Or do the Southrons need a few more prisoners?

[Orual]

I'm back!

I'm so sorry I've been gone for a while. I've been having some trouble getting online, and very limited online time. I think I'm good now, though.

Daniel, I don't know what the Haradrim players need right now, but my suggestion would be for Khalad to see what is happening and either send a messenger (who you could play) or go himself back to the settlement to inform Anhelm, who would send backups and most likely come himself. This could lead to another battle, and a retreat by the Gondorians back to the settlement. The Haradrim could follow them, resulting in a confrontation and eventually the final showdown, which will end in the evacuation of the settlement.

How does this sound to everybody?

[Daniel Telcontar]

It sounds fine with me! I'll send Khalad back to Anhelm with news once he and the others have scouted. And then we can follow your plan, unless of course somebody disagrees? If not, then I'll post one of the following days.

[doug*platypus]

Sounds excellent. Glad you're back, Orual! :D

Time to push things ahead to the final confrontation. I guess we'll soon have to decide how it all finishes, and what happens to each character. And the poor widdle civilians... :mad:

[Daniel Telcontar]

I'm sorry to say this, but I'm afraid I'll have to pull out of the Poros RPG. My time and commitment does not allow me to continue to participate, unfortunately. I hope you have a fun game without me and won't have any troubles because of my departure.

[Orual]

I'm sorry to hear that, Daniel...especially since Galadel Vinorel PM'd me and told me that she had to pull out as well.

Okay, look, I think we can finish this. I'm going to put up a post as a Gondorian soldier, who goes to Anhelm. Anhelm will send backups. If everybody's on board, there could be a battle--quick--then the Gondorians will retreat to the settlement. One final battle, evacuation, whoever dies will die (Galadel asked that Adenain not die, for the record), and the game is over.

How's that sound, guys?

~Orual

[Imladris]

I did a little something with Jinan and the Gondorian soldier. Orual and Nerindel, is it okay?

[Nerindel]

looks good to me Imladris , I have even put up a reply.

I have been waiting patiently for one of the bad guys to post! ;)

I have also wrote a post for the roquen that were under Astalders command and edited it to post #49 it should explain how Adenain and his men know of Astalder's catpture, when he was clearly not with them.

Orual let me know if anything need's changed.

[Orual]

Nerindel,

It's fine. You don't need to change anything

Everybody,

My computer is on the fritz. I don't know how often I'll be able to check in. Computer use has been spotty lately, as I'm sure you can tell, and will continue to be spotty. Hopefully we'll either fix the problem or get a new computer soon, but I just want to warn you that I may be fairly irregular in my computer use.

Thanks,
~Orual

[Bêthberry]

I know that Orual is having computer problem, and you have lost two gamers but it has been a week since the last post.

A slow motion build up to the battle? What can be done to get this moving a bit faster? It's a good game and a good read.

Bethberry,
Moderator for Rohan

[Imladris]

I would post, but my character is rather stuck at the moment with Nerindel's...and the person who plays the commander hasn't been posting for quite a while now either.

[Novnarwen]

I'm quite stuck as well, as I have *just* posted and Frôzhal haven't got any new surprises to digest yet....

What do we do?

[Orual]

Okay, guys, I just got a new computer, so I'm back to speed.

I have to admit that I'm pretty much stuck as well. The only thing I can suggest right now is that Anhelm and his men just rode up to start a fight. Perhaps the Haradrim could spot the Gondorians and the battle could start. Anhelm's first priority is to get Astalder back safely, and he's not going to be big into the foresight thing, so a battle will ensue because of his lack of preparation.

I'm going to PM Mano, see what's up. If anybody has suggestions or problems or anything, just post it here or PM me.

(Thanks so much for all your help, Bethberry!)

~Orual

[Nerindel]

Ok, sorry to keep you guys waiting, but my post is now up.

Imladris hope you don't mind the momento Astalder left Jinan! :eek:
Well at least he didn't kill him! :p

[Orual]

Thanks, Nerindel!

Okay, next move, as far as I can see, is pursuit by the Haradrim. I PM'd Manophazan, so hopefully he'll be back soon.

The Gondorians should get to the settlement before the Haradrim, but will have precious little time to prepare. The Haradrim will converge on them--perhaps fronted by an at least moderately aggravated Jinan?--and the final battle will ensue, resulting in the evacuation.

If y'all could all put here what end you would prefer for your characters...? Death, survival with injuries, survival with no injuries? We can plan the final battle around that.

~Orual

[Imladris]

Nova and I have already worked out what we want to do with Jinan and Frozhal. Jinan will be surrounded by a group of Gondorians, Frozhal will have a chance to rescue him but won't. In the end, a troup of Haradrim will rescue Jinan -- but not before he has been mutilated. *evil Calvin grin*

I'll get a post for Jinan some time tomorrow. And what you did was great, Nerindel. Jinan will be in a most heinous mood.

[Orual]

Okay, so Frozhal dies and Jinan gets hacked up. Galadel asked that Adenain not die, so he'll get evacuated. I'm still waiting on a PM from Manophazan, but once he's back he'll decide what Lan'Kash's end will be. Novnarwen, what'll it be for Astalder?

For Anhelm, if it's okay with everybody (especially Nerindel), I think the best end for him would be to go down with his ship. I know it's a little odd for the game owner's character to die, but I think it's most in line with the character. Thoughts?

[Novnarwen]

Okay, so Frozhal dies and Jinan gets hacked up. Galadel asked that Adenain not die, so he'll get evacuated. I'm still waiting on a PM from Manophazan, but once he's back he'll decide what Lan'Kash's end will be. Novnarwen, what'll it be for Astalder?

Hm?

Frôzhal dies? Eeek, I didn't know that. Have I said that? :D

Orual - my character is Frôzhal, and not Astalder, so I wouldn't really know "what it would be for Astalder." Anyway, I don't really think Frôzhal should die. I think it would be a bad idea if we kill of Frôzhal too. Isn't it ironic how the "bad leader" (Frôzhal) survives when the "good leader" (Jinan) dies? :)

Cheers,
Nova

[Imladris]

Wait! No no no...Jinan becomes mutilated...

but not before he has been mutilated. ...

I would have him die but a character in every single RP that I have been in has died and I kinda want to do something different for this one.

[Novnarwen]

Okay, Jinan gets mutilated and Frôzhal doesn't die?

[Imladris]

It depends on you whether Frozhal dies... ;)

[Orual]

Gack! Sorry, Novnarwen, my fingers moved independently of my brain. I thought "Nerindel" and typed "Novnarwen". It's been one of those weeks.

[Novnarwen]

Gack! Sorry, Novnarwen, my fingers moved independently of my brain. I thought "Nerindel" and typed "Novnarwen". It's been one of those weeks

Okay, hehe. :D

Anyway, I've filled my save.

I've kind of left it open, as I'm not sure who if going to bring us forwards and towards the Poros settlement. Has Mano said anything about further notices regarding the Poros Attack?

Cheers,
Nova

[Orual]

I haven't heard back from Mano yet. Novnarwen and Imladris, would it be easier for the two of you if I took up Lan'Kash in Mano's absence?

[Imladris]

Novnarwen and Imladris, would it be easier for the two of you if I took up Lan'Kash in Mano's absence?

In words of one syllable: Yes. :D

Thanks for offering. :)

[Orual]

I've asked Bethberry to PM Mano, see if he replies to her, but I'll take up Lan'Kash for now. If you could PM me and tell me what you need from him?

[Manôphazân]

I am writing now. Look for a post tonight!

[Orual]

Excellente, Mano. Now, what do you want to end up happening to Lan'Kash? and Nerindel, what's it going to be for Astalder? (I got it right this time! Yay!)

I believe so far we have...

Jinan's going to crawl away from the battle, alive but with serious injuries...
Frozhal's going to die...
Adenain is going to get evacuated...
Anhelm is going to die.
And I'm going to assume that Daniel wouldn't want Khalad to die, so he'll survive.

Lan'Kash and Astalder are unknown for now.

[Novnarwen]

From earlier post this thread: (before I knew that Jinan wasn't going to die, but only mutilated.)
Anyway, I don't really think Frôzhal should die. I think it would be a bad idea if we kill of Frôzhal too. Isn't it ironic how the "bad leader" (Frôzhal) survives when the "good leader" (Jinan) dies?

I still think the coward should survive. However, Orual, if you think otherwise, then I'm fine with it. :)

Cheers,
Nova

[Orual]

Oops! Sorry, Novnarwen, I guess I read wrong. For some reason I was under the impression that Frohzal died.

I've PM'd doug*platypus, and he should be responding with his plans for the rest of the RPG.

In other news, I'll be gone for the weekend. I should be back by Monday, though if the weather's truly nasty I might not be even staying the night. For safety's sake, though, let's assume that I won't be back till Monday.

[Nerindel]

Hi guy's

ok I have been thinking hard about this as I really like Astalder and his family (always typical for the writer to want to hang on to her character huh! :rolleyes: ) But the only way I see him leaving is if he is ordered too!

I do see there being a confrontation between him and Lan'kash, perhaps after he mortally wounds the Captain. But how that goes will depend on Mano, if he agrees to have Lan'kash die then a dieing Anhelm can order him to retreat. But if Lan'kash is to live he will have to defeat Astalder, no easy feat :p but I see them as pretty equally matched.

so the long and short of it is: if Lan'kash is to die then Astalder lives
but if Lan'kash is to live Astalder will die.

over to you Mano! ;)

[Manôphazân]

I'm up for anything, really. Everyone could write part of the battle scene and then Lan and Ast could have a big fight at the end. That'll sell tickets to the movie. Let's have Lan'kâsh die and Astalder barely escape with his family. That'll set us up for a sequel some day! :smokin:

[Nerindel]

Sounds good to me Mano, What does everyone else think?

oh yes and I've managed to fill my save. Orual Astalder is your to command! :D

[Orual]

I'm back!

Okay, so Lan'Kash dies and Astalder escapes with his family. I've re-evaulated my plan for Anhelm; I don't think this story ends happily for him, and I think that he'd be happiest in the circumstances with a warrior's death. Mano, maybe Lan'Kash could wound him before he fights with Astalder? Then, Nerindel, Astalder could drag him out of the settlement, badly injured but not dead. How's that sound?

[Orual]

I filled in my save last night. Just to make sure everybody knows. The Poros is now ready for whatever the Haradrim have to throw at them.

I mean, kind of.

[Nerindel]

Ok folks it looks like we're back round to the question of troops, ie how many each side has?

As for the settlement I was thinking:

50 Archers (Stationed along the main wall)
30 Roquen
100 infantry (Including local volunteers)

Does this sound about right Orual?

[Orual]

That sounds perfectly fine, especially considering that I have no idea what would make a good contingent at a newly-founded settlement.

I think that the numbers for Gondor will deplete quickly, not necessarily because of fatalities but because the still-sane soldiers will realize that it's a losing battle, and they will retreat without Anhelm's order, which they know will come only when Mount Doom freezes over. So eventually the whole settlement will be evacuated thoroughly, and not come back. Anhelm, though, as discussed, will have to be physically dragged out of the settlement.

Sounds okay?

[Nerindel]

Sound fine to me. :D

[Novnarwen]

My save is filled.

Are the Haradrims ready? ;)

Nova :D

[Imladris]

Hey....I'm going to be gone for a while but I'll have limited computer access.....

I hope that I will be able to do some posts for Jinan before the game closes, but if I'm not able to, Novnarwen knows what to do. ;)

Cheers,
Imladris

[Orual]

Thanks for the heads-up, Imladris!

Okay, everybody, the battle's started for real now...feel free to post with fighting or thoughts during the battle. We'll hold off on the climax until Imladris is back, though, so don't start with the climax fights yet.

~Orual

[Nerindel]

Ok folks, the settlement is ablaze and the wall is a dusty pile of rubble! :eek: but we managed to destroy at least one catapult, yeah us! :p Astalder is now among the Haradrim ranks killing any and all in his path!;)

~Nerindel

[Manôphazân]

The catapults were well out of arrow range, so their destruction as written was impossible. But what's done is done, and it's time for some close quarter fighting, so let's get busy! :)

[Orual]

Hey guys,

I'm going to have to fill in my save tomorrow. I'm really sorry, but things got kind of crazy today...

Tomorrow. I promise!

~Orual

[Orual]

My save is filled. Sorry for the wait!

[Manôphazân]

I believe it's Lan'kâsh's time to die. Kill him! He deserves it!

[Novnarwen]

I'm going on holidays. Won't be able to post before 23rd of June, I think.

Have fun in the mean time! :)
Nova

[Orual]

That's the problem with games in the summer, huh?

Thanks for letting us know, Nova. Have fun on vacation, and we'll see you when you come back! Figuratively speaking, of course.

~Orual

[Nerindel]

Sorry I haven't been around lately. I lost my land line at the weekend and for some reason the public terminal that I tried to use to let you guys know of the problem would not let me login to this site *shrugs helplessly* But my service provider now assures me the problem is fixed, Yay!!!


oow! Mano thats thrown me, I will have to think how Astalder will escape that blow! :eek: I thought Anhelm was going to be wounded by Lan first? oh well I better get to it. :p

[Bêthberry]

Hmm. Almost two weeks since the last post on the game. Any takers for the final fight scene? You are on the home stretch, folks; don't give up now. Things are in place nicely.

Bethberry,
Moderator (and time-keeper) of Rohan

[Nerindel]

Sorry about that Bethberry I was hanging on to see if orual wanted to post before I finnished off Lan'kash, but as she hasn't I have gone ahead and put up my post.

Mano Astalder has left the Haradrim Leutentant close to death, so you can post his last dying thoughts. ;) hope you like the battle, I really enjoyed writing it. :eek:

Orual once Immy and Nova are finished with their plans for their characters I think you can finish up with the retreat of the Gondorians. Astalder will be quite forceful in his insistance, assuring the captain that they will return, but with the might of Gondor behind them. ;)

[Imladris]

Nova, I've set up Jinan's predicament.

'Tis your turn!

[Orual]

Thanks so much Bethberry!

Good show, guys. Nerindel, Anhelm's pretty much out of the running, as was decided earlier. Drag him on out whenever you're ready.

[Novnarwen]

My save is filled.

Imladris - I was a bit uncertain about how to handle the 'Frôzhal sees Jinan' scene. I am not sure how you think about it, but I'm happy to edit it if you want me to. And, are you going to write a post after mine to describe from Jinan's point of view?

Cheers,
Nova

[Imladris]

Very awesome, Nova.

Of course I'll write a post...not now as I'm scrunching for time...probably Wednesday at the earliest.

[Novnarwen]

Sounds neat, Imladris! I'll be anticipating your post, as I (and Frôzhal, especially) are very interested in how much pain Jinan felt....

(O.o That sounded very . . . brutal.. :p )

Cheers,
Nova

[Nerindel]

The Gondorians have retreated! The Poros now belongs to the Haradrim! :eek:

Edit: Ok I have some bad news, as from monday I will have little to no internet access as my computer will be in shop being repaired, we have just discovered the Floppy drive isn't working.
My advice to anyone planning to buy a new computer is Don't!
I miss my old system, it might have been an ancient relic and had a connection sped of a snail but at least it worked! :(

so this may be my last post, I hope you can finish without me!
I just what to say it has been great writing with you guys and I look forward to writing with Imladris and Orual in the soon to be newest addition to Rohan. ;)
Mano, Nova it has been both an honour and a pleasure.

Namaarie
~Nerindel

[Orual]

Thank you, Nerindel.

Is everybody happy with the way things turned out for their characters? Anything need to be added or expanded upon before we wrap up the game?

Get in your final posts and comments if need be.

Thanks to everybody--this has been fun.

~Orual

[Novnarwen]

About final post: I too, have little access to Internet these days. Would it be okay to put up a last post next week, within Friday?

Nova :)

[Orual]

I think that would be okay...we could end the game on Friday.

Hear that, everybody? Get your final posts up by next Friday. After that, I'll wrap up the game and we'll call it quits.

~Orual

[Imladris]

Awesome game everyone! It gave me the opportunity to possibly write my best bad guy ever! Nova and I had a lot of fun with our characters. :D

Cheers to all and hope to game with you again someday,
Imladrishttp://forum.barrowdowns.com/ubb/icons/icon13.gif

[Novnarwen]

Hello!

My last post is up. I hope it is alright, but please let me know if there should be any edits! :)

This is my first Rohan Game, so I just want to thank you guys! I've been very lucky to game with you, as you are all wonderful writers, and I have enjoyed every bit of it!

Imladris - You've been great! Thank you for taking your time to PM me with your ideas. It has been a very enjoyable game due to your effort in making Frôzhal hate Jinan. :)
Nerindel, Mano - Thank you very much! I've enjoyed very much gaming with you! Hope we can do it again some time soon!
Orual - Thank you very much for a great and enjoyable game!

Thanks!

Cheers,
Nova :D

[Orual]

Good show, guys. The game's officially wrapped up! I'll PM Bb to tell her.

Thanks to everybody for a good game. It's been a pleasure working with all of you.

~Orual

[Bêthberry]

Good going, everyone! I've closed the game thread but will leave this thread open for a few days in case you wish to make any final comments. Please read over the game to see if you have any edits you wish to make or any unfilled saves. Pm me if you do and I will open the game for your changes. Speak now, for in Elvenhome nothing changes!

[Bêthberry]

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