Dark Seduction Discussion Thread [Archive] - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

piosenniel

05-22-2003, 07:22 PM

Durelin's character:

Name: Priestess name: Sevora, The Red Flame
Birth name: Layla-Abida (Night Worshipper)

Age: 27

Description: Born a Haradrim, Sevora is a priestess of the Dark Religion. She lives in the Dark Citadel and is the Priestess of the Sacrifice. She sacrifices people to their "god" daily. Blood - thirsty and cruel, Sevora is the perfect example of one of The Priesthood of The Eye. She wears the traditional robes of dried blood and pitch-black colors swirled together and the headband of thorns with bloodied tips. She is a loyal and valuable servant of the Dark Lord and is eternally anxious to kill those who stand against her lord.

Background: Layla-Abida was born in the city of Umbar. When she was just four years old, both her parents were killed in a raid. The priesthood took her to live in the Dark Citadel, who trained her as a priestess, giving her the name, Sevora – the Red Flame. Since she was influenced by the darkness of the place and the priests almost her entire life, she has become one of the greatest members of the priesthood. The deepness of her tie to the Dark Religion is frightening even to some of the other priests and priestesses in the Dark Citadel.

First Post:

The Priestess, Sevora, walked swiftly through the dimly lit corridor. She wore long robes of a sickly dark red, the color of dried blood, and of a black as in the deep dark of an endless abyss. They swayed without a sound. Around her head was a band made of a black wiry metal made to look like a strip of thorns. The tips of the spikes were the same blood red as her robes. At the end of the dark hallway was a large door of black iron leading into what was known as The Hall of the Black Sage. The corridor was meant to represent the long dark path of a life of a priest or priestess of the Dark Religion. At the end stood the gate to "wisdom". The door reminded them of the reward, for reward they saw it as. A sick, twisted state of mind where good and evil stood not. There stood only power, in their eyes, but blood and dark to the eyes of the sane. Their "wisdom" results in an everlasting death. Those large black iron doors did lead to that "wisdom," or the greatest example of the grotesque state of mind: the High Priest of the Dark Citadel.

Sevora reached the "gateway" and heaved the doors open, sending a loud, vibrating clang of iron striking iron around the hall, as they hit the black walls of The Hall of the Black Sage. At the harsh sound, the priestess smirked, a small curl of her lip. Her presence deserved to be announced, in one way or another. She stepped up to a small set of stairs leading up to a miniature stage covered by a putrid off-white color curtain, much like the pale skin of a corpse. On either side were large black chairs with the same thorny effect as Sevora’s headband, also with the bloodied tips. In them sat two old men of the Haradrim in robes the same color as the curtain. They were the councilors of the High Priest.

"Ah," came an oily voice from behind the curtain, "Sevora, one of the most beloved of The Priesthood of the Eye. I am glad you have answered my calling so promptly. I have important work for you." The voice had an uncanny hiss to it, behind all of the oil. It had the habit of making the listener feel that he or she is covered in muck, a nastiness that they needed to wipe off. But the priestess had heard this voice all too often. She was a loyal and valuable servant to her Lord of Darkness, her "God". Her reckless and blood - thirsty nature had brought her high in the order of the Eye, and she was overwhelmingly proud of that. No, yet again, she was called to serve the Eye, for she was eternally anxious to.

"Thank you, O Wisest one to the Eye," Sevora began a cold voice that seemed on the verge of screaming in rage, and bowing low to the ground, "for counting me, as a lowly servant, worthy of being in your presence. And furthermore, in giving me the privilege to serve our Dark Lord in a stronger way than my daily worships. I will not fail the Eye or the Priesthood. Death first, shall I taste." That was one of the greatest teachings of the twisted priests, "Coldness of death before burning shame of failure." Sevora had always had a way with words, buttering up those fat with groveling servants and riches. How else would she have gotten this far? The High Priest had because of his blood. He was a Dark Numenorean, one of the ruling class of Harad.

"I know of your unceasing loyalty, that is why I have chosen you for this," the oily voice hissed. But now the source of it was revealed. The pale curtain lifted to show a man with skin as pale as the curtain, if not paler. The skin on his face was tightly fitted over his bones, so that his bald resembled a skull. He was dressed in robes of black with a large collar ticking up behind his skull-like head. The collar also followed the thorny style, with large spikes rising above the "skull," tips of a bloody red. The red opal on the man's forehead completed the grotesque appearance with its innumerable shades of color swirling about like fire. This was the High Priest of the Dark Citadel. The "wisest" and most powerful of The Priesthood of the Eye.

"As you are well aware," the High Priest continued, "The War is beginning that we have long awaited, greatly desired," his eyes flashed with a lust for the war that would bring him so much power. "The Eye needs followers to fulfill his destiny to rule all. There are nomadic tribes in the outlands, ones your people, the Haradrim have long met to trade with. Now we will bring them the one true faith. They will serve for our purposes, but…" he paused for a moment with hungry eyes staring at something in his own mind, as if he were looking upon his next words. "But, you will meet some resistance, of that I am sure. The tribesmen are a stubborn race of barbarians, though most can be seduced. Of course, as our Priestess of the Sacrifice…you should manage admirably." The High Priest stopped and looked at Layla-Abida. Her eyes were filled with excitement. He smiled, a small cruel smile, at her hunger to deal out death. She returned his smile with one of immense cruelty and lust for bloodshed.

"You will need an escort," the "wisest" went on, bringing the priestess back to the present. "I have already sent a notice around the city. We cannot spare any of our guards here." He frowned at this, and his skin stretched downward making his eyes seem to bug out of his head. "You should also chose two of our priests to accompany you. Make sure they are of the understanding, and, hopefully, are of the warriors." The High Priest's eyes moved to Sevora once again, this time with a commanding look, as she replied coldly, "Yes, O Wisest of the Dark."

"Good," he said firmly, "You are dismissed, you must begin preparations at once."

"Yes, O Greatest Servant to the Eye," she answered with a different praising title for the High Priest. She bowed low, then turned sharply and walked swiftly and silently out of the great hall, back into the dim corridor. At last! she thought, I will get to ardently serve The Eye. I will bring Him men to serve Him, and slaughter those who refuse the Dark Lord. It will feel good to take blood from filthy infidels once again! Gliding down the dark hallway The Red Flame giggled like a little girl at the thought.

piosenniel

05-22-2003, 07:24 PM

Please note:

This is a complex RPG that requires a lot of thought. The point of it is to try being 'bad' for once. The characters of this RPG must be evil or savage. And when I say evil I mean evil! ~~ Durelin

piosenniel

05-22-2003, 07:26 PM

It is a requirement that all potential game players will either have posted in one of the RPG Inns (preferably in The Green Dragon) or have played in an RPG on the Barrow Downs.
Those who have not played before in a Barrow Downs' RPG will be given preference. Final preference, though, will be at the discretion of the Game Owner.

Please use this form for creating your character to post on the discussion thread.
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Character Description Form:

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

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES/NO – Which one?

For your character please include:

NAME:

AGE:

RACE:

GENDER:

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

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: (No half-Elven characters. No mixed-type characters. No super-heroes. No assassins. No one all powerful, martial arts proficient, or having any magical traits. Just regular characters with normal abilities for their races only):

HISTORY:

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It is a requirement for this game. Character Descriptions without a First Post attached will be sent back to the writer. They may be submitted again, once there is a First Post to go with them.

piosenniel

05-23-2003, 08:39 AM

This thread is now open.

Please read the storyline and instructions carefully. Create an interesting character and craft a first post and submit them for consideration.

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A FIRST POST FOR YOUR CHARACTER MUST ACCOMPANY THIS FORM.

It is a requirement for this game. Character Descriptions without a First Post attached will be sent back to the writer. They may be submitted again, once there is a First Post to go with them.

Have fun being evil!

~~ Piosenniel, Shire Moderator

Arien

05-23-2003, 10:08 AM

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? YES

Which one? The Road to Erebor, The Quest for the Ainereg, Escape from Nurn, Truth in a Dark Place, Sailing Away.

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES

Which one? The Green Dragon Inn

Character description

NAME: Dristi, The Shadow - Priestess

AGE: 26

RACE: Man

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS (No magical, super-hero, mithril weapons. Just good solid Middle-earth weapons and armor only that is appropriate to the race of the character and the time period.): Dristi carries two elongated curved knives, which are hidden beneath her robes. They both have black handles with a red ruby eye set in each. She uses them well and is renowned in the priesthood for her knife skills. She moves quickly and is expert at concealing her self from others.

APPEARANCE: She is 5ft 6 tall, with a curved and slender body. Her eyes are such a dark brown they almost seem black as the night, and they are big and entrancing. Her hair is black and flows straight down her back until it reaches her hips. Her skin is tanned from the sun, and though she is beautiful, people fear her. She too wear the traditional robes of dried crimson blood and pitch-black colours swirled together and a headband of thorns with bloodied tips.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: (No half-Elven characters. No mixed-type characters. No super-heroes. No assassins. No one all powerful, martial arts proficient, or having any magical traits. Just regular characters with normal abilities for their races only): Dristi loves to fight, and toy with weaker people. She is the Priestess of Shadow and War. She got the name for her excellent combat skills (at least for a woman) and her many stratigical parts in the wars against the men of Gondor. She mainly prays for the victory and teaches others of the priesthood her skills. Her main weakness is jealousy. She envies anyone who is better than her and in some cases she has been known to kill them. She gets on a high from killing and is though she needs to do it to survive. She is smart and quick and a valued member of the priesthood.

HISTORY: Dristi was born in a large vilage in Far Harad. At the age of 5 she went missing and her parents were distraught. She had been abducted by members of the priesthood of her village who saw in her a great will to fight when she was young. She was taken to the citadel and locked up until she was 14, while here she learnt her knife skills and other valuble methods of fighting. When she reached the age of 15 she joined the priesthood and started as a lowly slave. She hated it and so ran away to fight and help stratigise with the soldiers in the wars. At the age of 22 she returned, stronger, smarter and more skilled. The priesthood, though reluctant to take her back for her disobedience, realised that she was a essential person and allowed her to come back as The Shadow, head of War, fighting and the shadow cast over the enemies lands when their army touched it. Now she teaches others her skills and kills those who fail her tests of endurance. She prays to the Dark Lord for victory, and knows failure in not an option.

First post:

Dristi walked in to the dimly lit square room. The far right side was raised, with crimson and black fabrics strewn around the higher level. There was a step covered in candles and then the floor which was painted blood red. The ceiling was high, and it was so dark it seemed as though it extended on into eternity. The walls were pitch black but had various weapons across them. Her figure slowly walked to the higher level, the smell and the smoke of incense whirled around her shrouded form. Dristi took her place on her cushions and then clicked her fingers.

“You may enter,” she said slyly. Five frightened priests entered the room, all in traditional dress. “You know why you are here do you not?” she did not wait for an answer although a few of them nodded, “ You are here to fight, each other. One of you will survive,” she smiled, “.. just one. You are being punished, rather than being sacrificed you will die failing. But I think it is quite fun. Welcome to the Sanctuary of Death, one but all of you will die on the Floor of Bloodshed and they will be forgiven for their crime.”

She looked at each of the priests, they looked absolutely distressed with the thought of killing their associates. “It is the only way you will learn!” she shouted at them, her voice echoed through the sanctuary. Then all was still.

“This is stupid…” whispered one of the priests.

Dristi had heard, her head lolled to the side and she gracefully got up. Slowly she walked down to the floor and up to the priest who had said it.

“Ohh, we have a smart one?” she said cynically looking the man in the eyes. Slowly she lifted her robe and took out one of her knives. She brushed it across the priests face then rocked it back and forth across his head, “Whished you hadn’t said it now, don’t you?” she put her hands on the mans shoulders and whispered into his ear. “I wont kill you, I like you. A lot.” the man smiled but he should have known better than to trust her, “I tell you what, I will kill the rest and then we can…” she wrapped her hands around him and then withdrew away and kissed him on the lips. She turned her back and the man was smiling intently, but the rest of the priests looked horrified. This man did not know what he had coming for him.

“Thank you,” he said trying to catch his breath which was now short and shallow from facing near death.

She turned round, the other priests stood awkwardly watching the spectacle. She came up close to him, kissed him once more. She clenched her knife in her fist, drove it deep into his heart. She released the knife from her grasp, he fell backwards and as he lay on the floor blood poured out from his mouth and the wound. “Opps, my hand slipped!” she said to the other shrugging her shoulder, “And he was so looking forward to it!” she took her soaked dagger from the now dead man and went back to her level, she cleaned it, then Dristi stared at the slaves “Take it away! You get to survive, count yourselves lucky!”

They left and she was alone by herself. She smiled and closed her eyes. For a while she stayed and prayed to the Eye.

"Oh Dark Lord, give me the strength to kill for you, to hate for you, to punish for you, to meet all of your deeds without faliure. My heart, my soul is always eternally yours...forever"

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I hope that is ok......

[ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]

[ May 24, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]

Lyra Greenleaf

05-23-2003, 11:14 AM

Durelin, I know how you feel about female warriors, so if this is no good I'll do a male.
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Character Description Form:
Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Which one? Quest for the Ainereg, Search for the Lost Messenger, Holiday in the Sun, Reclaiming the City, Swan Wood, the Threat of the Trees

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES– Which one? The Green Dragon
For your character please include:
NAME: Essenia Dagon

AGE: 24

RACE: Haradrim

GENDER: Female
WEAPONS: Bow, short knives
APPEARANCE: Short, sun-dark, shoulder length black hair tied back with a leather band, a scowl is a permanent feature on her face, large dark eyes that might give the impression of weakness if it wasn’t for their hard set. However she has been used before as a sort of “honey trap” to find a chance to administer poison to guards, though she hates that she will do it for Umbar

HISTORY: At the age of 16 her parents (who were relatively well off) forced her into marriage. Four years later she left her two children to become a Corsair. She does not use her real name. Although she loves the excitement and the chance to fight for Umbar (which she has been passionately supportive of since childhood), she suffers from quite bad sea sickness. She relishes the chance to work on land.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Essenia suppresses her emotions, which she see as being pointless. The only things which are not pointless are fighting (which she loves) and Umbar (which she will serve to death). She sees killing as a record of how hard you have tried to serve your country, and can reel off how many she has killed, when and where. Pain is something to accept, it has little effect on her life. She is reckless and does not fear for her life- her worst nightmare would be to become wounded so she would not fight again, or recognised by a friend of her parents or husband. In either case she would kill herself, she accepts this. Essenia also has great belief in fate, that what is meant to happen will happen and humans can’t stop it. For this reason she knows that Umbar will get the glory it deserves. She supports the Eye because Umbar does, and because it is the best way to get glory for her country. She frowns on friendship, seeing it as a distraction. She believes that anyone who is not from Umbar is worse than useless, and should be wiped out whether they profess to support the Eye or not. Her fighting skills are above average (for a woman, that’s necessary). Her strengths would be single mindedness, loyalty and lack of fear. Her weaknesses would be cold-bloodedness and lack of personality.

First Post:
Essenia scowled as she walked through the town, dark eyes showing only suppressed anger. So far that morning she had had to draw her knife on three Corsairs who could only think of one reason why a pretty young woman would be walking where she was. One of them had lost his left hand. She sighed; it was a shame when that sort of thing happened to men that were fighting for Umbar. She never had any regrets harming anyone else. If they were not from Umber then what was the point of them existing? Soon, she hoped, she would again have the chance to fight for her country.

Ahead Essenia saw a man with a well made cloak of expensive material. Something of the way he walked reminded her of her odious husband. Her heart began to beat faster, but she refused to put up her cowl. If Taine was meant to find her, he would. And she had her daggers, seven in various spots, with which she could take her life. Surprisingly she had no desire to kill Taine. Perhaps it was the only consideration she showed to her children, not to take away both of their parents. With little emotion she watched the man turned to take a side road. Essenia let out a breath she had not realised she had been holding. The bearded man was certainly not Taine, and not one of his friends either. In fact, though, that was another reason to leave the town. Fate would catch her, if it wanted, but there was no harm reducing the likelihood. On a ship or in a raiding party there would never be any chance of meeting Taine. Essenia nearly smiled at the thought of her husband getting his hands dirty with any sort of work, let alone fighting. The fool man could barely kill a spider. Her gaze darkened. Not even for the sake of Umbar. People like him were almost as pointless as outlanders.

“-for the glory of the Eye and the progression of Umbar. Fight the barbarians and turn them to the true path-“
The voice cut through Essenia’s thoughts. Glancing up she saw a man from one of the temples to the Eye, the usual fevered light burning in his own eyes. She was irritated by these men, who had chosen another’s glory over that of Umbar. They could very well talk about the progression of Umbar, but it came second to their Eye. She followed the Eye as well as any other in Umbar, it was a habit she had grown up with, but only so far as it benefited her land. Still, she pushed herself to the front of the small crowd.
“-guard the Priestess and help her in her mission. Conquer the lands of the Heathen and gain their support or provide their destruction. The Glory of the Dark Citadel to all who follow us. Make yourself known to the guards there. Glory to the Eye”
Essenia contemplated what the man had said. In truth she had heard only half of his announcement, but she felt the familiar excitement. New lands for Umbar, new glory for the Corsairs. Personal glory meant little to her, especially as she had to remain hidden. It rankled that she would, in fact, be serving the Dark Religion first and foremost, but the benefits for Umbar… Then she realised. No ships. No having to hide the nausea each time they bounced over a swell- the only remaining sign of her cosseted early life. For the second time in less than half an hour Essenia almost smiled.

[ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]

Aylwen Dreamsong

05-23-2003, 02:21 PM

Hey Durelin! Pio, Durelin and I have already discussed my character, and invited me to join in on Dark Seduction.

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? –Yes, Several. An Audience With the King, Castle Maladil, Kidnapped!, Betrayal of Trust, Search for the Book, Search for the Lost Messenger, Escape from Nurn, Swan Wood, Threat of the Trees, In War, Brotherhood.

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – Yes, The White Horse on a few occasions.

NAME: Jasara

AGE: 19 or 20

RACE: Tribesman (convert)

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Jasara, as one of the leader’s daughter, learned from the most ruthless of their warriors how to use the ever-popular broadsword. She is moderately skilled with it, but because most of her power is with her persuasive talking and wit, she prefers those weapons.

APPEARANCE: Jasara stands just over 5’4”, with dark brown eyes and even darker tan-brown skin. Her silky black hair falls in awkward clumps of frizzy curls, which are often tied back in attempts to keep the tresses out of Jasara’s face. She’ll usually be found wearing dirt-stained breeches and comfortable tunics. The hot grasslands of the southlands bid Jasara wear the pair of boots she stole from one of the warriors of the tribe.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Jasara is stubborn and cold, and distrustful to all but a few of her fellow young. She can be arrogant and rude, but is ultimately strong for the sake of the people she represents. Never revealing her weaknesses for others to manipulate, Jasara never portrays a weakling in front of others. Tough is an understatement if used to describe Jasara. She understands the ways of the elders, and is intelligent and patient when she needs to be. Jasara receives snippets of visions and hears a voice inside her mind (belonging to the Eye, but Jasara does not know that). The voice and visions are ever haunting her.

HISTORY: Jasara was born to one of the leaders of the barbaric southrons. She and her father rarely agreed on anything, least of all the way the nomads traveled and lived. When she was twelve she predicted when the next rain would come, and no one believed her. The rain did fall as foretold, and though the elders dismissed the “coincidence”, the younger people of the tribe began to fear and admire Jasara. The tribe eventually became split in a way, when the younger ones revolted against the elders. They unanimously voted Jasara their leader, for they considered her the strongest and wisest. Even though the Nomads continued traveling from place to place as one group, the silent rebellion of young against old continued on, however secretly.

First Post:

“It hasn’t rained in four months,” Jasara’s grandmother spoke, from behind the tent’s curtain. A young Jasara lay scrunched up, under warm sheets that protected her from the night’s deathly chill. The memory was so real; Jasara felt she could almost touch the silky curtain that separated the areas of the tent.

“It will rain in two days. It will flood, or almost,” little Jasara whispered, repeating what something inside the girl had told her. Quick as lightning the curtain flew back, and her father’s worry-wrinkled face was visible.

“What did you say?” Her father grumbled, and the younger Jasara repeated the prediction. Her father dismissed the crazy ramblings of his tiny daughter, and returned to his meeting with the most important leaders of their large nomadic tribe.

Suddenly, Jasara woke from her dream, sweating. The sky was above her, and in the sleep-bag next to hers belonged to her ‘second-in-command’. All around her laying strewn about the short grasslands were the younger members of the nomadic tribe. They had long ago refused to use tents, justifying that they would rather ‘be eaten by the hungry beasts of the Eye than sleep in the way of the elders’.

Jasara remembered the outcome of her memory. The children of the tribe praised her and worshipped her like she was some deity when the rain came two days later. The leaders of the tribe dismissed the prophecy as though Jasara had never spoken up that night. Jasara would not forget that time; the time she had first seen the Eye in her dreams. It had a voice, this lidless eye did, and it haunted her. Whispering to Jasara in her dreams, it would tell her things…things that Jasara would not know any other way. Jasara told no one what haunted her so many nights and days.

The tribe was split in two. The children and the young adults of the wandering barbarians rarely listened to the pride-stricken elders. It had brought fury to the minds of the younger generation that the wisest of their kin would not believe a vision when it hit them in the face. They all thought it was because they were the young, the hopeless, and the stupid. All the young despised the elders, who believed that the young were so stupid that they’d need to be protected forever.

Jasara had become the appointed leader of the Young, and they worshipped Jasara and her ideas…or at least the ideas she conveyed. The girl had become their leader. Jasara did not return to sleep, and sat to watch the sun rise.

“Something wrong, Jasara? We can sleep for almost an hour still,” A boy nearby spoke raptly, and rolled over in his sleep-bag.

“Nothing is wrong. I just can’t sleep.” Jasara got up from under her blankets and pulled on the boots she had stolen from one of the old warriors, who had died shortly after the theft. Jasara rolled up her sleep-pack, and carried it with her as she walked towards the nearby creek. The short, dry grass crunched under her feet as she neared the creek.

Another day begins, I see. A hoarse, deathly whisper sounded in Jasara’s mind. Jasara nodded grimly, and went on to wash her face in the cool, clear stream.

-Aylwen, who has gotten back into the habit of using J names. smilies/biggrin.gif

[ June 07, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

Durelin

05-23-2003, 04:22 PM

First, thankyou to all those who have joined, second, there are a few things I'd like to inform you of before I talk about your characters...don't worry, nothing real bad! smilies/wink.gif

Okay, me and Aylwen got into talking about this RPG at one point and she came up with something to smooth out the conflict with the tribesmen. You kinda wonder how exactly the tribe will split, so Aylwen suggested that the 'younglings' have already rebelled a bit against the elders, so when the 'party' comes, they will find a way to get away from the boring elders and traditional sort of lifestyle of the tribes and go to Umbar. They also get to slaughter the elders, which we be quite fun.

Also, if you have not noticed, I ask for two months or so out of you to play this game, when it only covers fifteen days. I wanted this game to have a lot with character interaction, since that can be quite interesting among baddies. Plus, this RPG can create a history/personality/lifestyle of the Haradrim, which Tolkien didn't really do. So, what comes out of this can be experimental and very creative. I am glad that you writers have already started being creative, with Arien adding her own touch to the Dark Citadel. I like it, Arien! I really like what I'm seeing. And Lyra, you created a feeling found in most Haradrim, a connection to their nation. Quite exquisite! smilies/biggrin.gif And Aylwen has a basis of the tribal relations and a cool psychic thing with Sauron. Yep, yep. We are totally rockin! So, basically what I'm saying is that we're going to move at a real life pace, and I wanted extra time, and I want to make sure that everyone has the chance to post just to talk to someone or fight with someone, because I know many people run into trouble getting online (people have life outside of the Barrow-Downs, wow!) and only post at times when they feel they need to, like battles, because they can't catch up with the conversations and such. Yeah, well...long sentence, eh?

But, anyway...

Durelin, I know how you feel about female warriors, so if this is no good I'll do a male.

Hmmmm...yes, well...I do want to limit the number of females so we have a good diversity, both in the little company and from other RPGs. I ask all you potential joiners to, if you are going to be a member of the Dark Citadel, to be a male priest since we have two priestess already. Maybe he should be unhappy about that, also... And, if you're going to be a Haradrim warrior, I'd only like one or two more females, and I ask for the same with the tribesmen. I want people to try new things here, and create new things, so maybe you should play something different than you usually do. Just a suggestion, and, if more than three people have to be female, I'm not that mean.

Okay, now, just a couple of things. First, Arien, there's just one thing. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind changing your character just a tiny little bit. All you have to change is the word 'tribesmen' or 'tribe' because that's what we're calling those that live way down south, who the Dark Citadel has never come in contact with. Everything else is fine. Lyra, you're looking good...and Aylwen, we already met Jasara.

Hmmmm...I wonder if my good friend Helky will show up...I hope not...I have permission to not accept people's characters... smilies/evil.gif

Oh, yes, good first posts everyone! That's really all I wanted, to give us an idea of what the character is like, and maybe a reason for you coming or whatever. When the RPG thread opens, we'll begin outside the Dark Citadel, in the courtyard, and will receive a blessing from the High Priest.

Okay. Thankyou for reading all this crap.

Oh, I forgot. Here is a link to a site on the Haradrim that I have based this RPG around. Just if you needed something for your character...

The Haradrim (http://harad.elendor.net/guide.php)

[ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

Ealasaid

05-23-2003, 05:35 PM

I am writing for a Resister, but I have a question. Are even the Resisters evil? One type of evil resisting another type of evil could be fun, but I didn't think of that until after I had written this character. If that is what you are after, then I am on the wrong track and you may delete this post. No hard feelings on my part. smilies/smile.gif

No, I have never taken part in an RPG before, but I was recently accepted for a cameo role in Sailing Away

Yes, I have posted in the Green Dragon.

Name: Ahmad bin Ishak
Age: 26
Race: Desert Tribesman
Gender: Male

Weapons: long curved sword, short sword, and a dagger which he carries concealed in the back of his sash. Also a capable archer, though he does not generally carry a bow.

Appearance: He has long black hair and a short black beard, amber-flecked brown eyes, and olive skin. He is tall for a tribesman with a lean and muscular build. He wears loose white trousers and blouse, bound at the waist by a sash of intricately woven gold and black silk. Over this, he often wears a billowy white robe which covers him from wrist to ankle as protection from the sun during the day and from the cold at night. On his head, he wears a white headshawl that can be easily adjusted to cover his face except for the eyes. On his feet, he wears the boots of a horseman.

History: His people, the Painted Sand tribe wander the desert and savannahs south of Harad. They are a proud and powerful tribe, independent to a fault. Their headman, Ishak bin Ishak, is Ahmad's father. They are horsemen, famous in the region for the beautiful animals they breed. The horses are small and fast, better suited to the desert than the great horses of Rohan, with stout hearts and tremendous fortitude. They are highly valued and much sought after. Ahmad is on an errand for his father, delivering a string of five horses to the King of Harad. They are intended as a pay-off to the King so that the Haradrim will continue to ignore the tribe of Ishak bin Ishak and leave them alone to live as they will without interference.

Personality: Ahmad is smart, meticulous, and brave. He has a great love for his horses and is loyal to his tribe to the death.
Strength: his loyalty and fortitude. Also, he is an expert horseman.
Weakness: his compassion. He has been known to err on the side of compassion when a simple swipe of the sword or drop of poison might have put an end to the problem instantly.

FIRST POST

The rock had been growing steadily larger out of the flat and open grasslands all day. Now, as Ahmad bin Ishak rode into its shadow, it towered over him, a stark and craggy spike of granite in a sea of waving prairie grass. The rock, or the Tooth as his tribe called it, represented the last solid landmark before one entered the region of the shifting sands. With the tiny spring bubbling at its base, it also represented the last source of fresh water for miles.

Sensing the nearness of water, Ahmad's mount, a golden bay stallion called Sham, knickered softly and pulled at the reins. A trill of excitement ran down the string of horses he led as well. Ahmad smiled.

"Yes," he said in his own dialect. "All of you will be seeing water and rest before you know it." He reached down and patted Sham's neck.

The horse responded by shaking his small, graceful head and dancing a few steps sideways. Ahmad's smile broadened. Absently, he gave the horse's glistening neck an extra caress and dismounted.

"We've made good time," he added softly, but all the while, his dark, amber-flecked eyes scanned the horizons. A scorching wind blew in from the north, but there was nothing other than sand and swaying grasses as far as the eye could see. At least that is what he thought at first, but his attention was caught by what seemed to be movement, a cloud of dust, growing against the southern horizon. That should be his kinsman, Yusef al Rahman, riding up to join him. They were to take on the region of the sand together. Leaving the shadow of the rock, Ahmad moved a few steps toward the distant dust cloud. Whoever it was, he was riding hard and fast.

Ahmad had initially planned to camp at the rock that night and wait until dusk of the following day before entering the open sand. From there, he and Yusef would travel due north until they reached the Fatwa Oasis. A large and busy oasis, it was the ideal place for them to resupply from the traders who seemed to have semi-permanent encampments there. Also, it would give the horses a chance to rest, not to mention himself an opportunity to catch up with the news from the rest of the world. He planned to make the journey from the rock to the oasis at night when there were stars to guide them, and there was some respite from the oppressive heat. After all, they couldn't very well deliver a string of starving and heat-ravaged animals to the King of Harad. Some gift that would make... an insult more likely.

Keeping one eye on the rapidly approaching dust cloud in the south, Ahmad saw to the horses. Once they had been watered and tethered out to graze, he pitched his own tent and built a small fire. In addition to Sham and his packhorse, Ahmad had in his charge five saddlehorses that were intended as a gift to the King of Harad from Ahmad's father, the headman of the Painted Sand Tribe. Actually, the horses were not so much a gift as a bribe. For years, Ahmad's tribe had sent a tribute of horses to Umbar. Small and fast, they were better suited to the desert than the great horses of Rohan far to the north. As a result, the Painted Sand horses were much sought after in the region and considered immensely valuable. In return for the annual gift of horses, the tribe received a relative lack of interference from the Haradrim in general and were pretty much left to themselves to do as they would. But lately...

Ahmad glanced up at the now darkening sky. Lately, a shadow had fallen across the land and was spreading rapidly across the desert. Rumors told of a Red Eye and of how in the cities, fearful acolytes preached a new religion, one of bloodshed and stygian doom. New converts flocked to its banner every day. Even among the members of his own relatively isolated tribe, he had noticed a stark factionalism growing between the traditionalists and the followers of the new faith. The young men especially, many of them Ahmad's own peers, had taken to wearing their weapons openly. They refused to tend to the horses as they had always done in the past, preferring instead to hang together in packs on the fringes of the encampment, fingering their daggers and watching. Waiting. They reminded Ahmad of jackals.

Ahmad's father, Ishak bin Ishak, had noticed this, too, and been concerned enough to send Ahmad north with an additional string of horses. Ahamd found himself wondering if they were not already too late. After all, the moral decay had already infected the blood of his kinsmen. Soon it would eat away at the bone.

At first, Ahmad had been relieved to take on the task of delivering the horses, but now, two days out from his tribe's encampment, he worried for the safety of his aging parents and of his two sisters, Chani and Shushila. He should have stayed at their sides and let another play the part of messenger boy to the king.

Having laid out his camp, Ahmad again walked toward the rising dust cloud in the south. The rider would be upon him shortly. Ahmad could now hear clearly the hoofbeats of the galloping horse. He waited. Moments later, the rider reined his black mount to an abrupt halt before Ahmad. Caked in dust and sweat, his face fully covered but the eyes by his headshawl, the rider leapt from his horse. Quickly, he approached Ahmad. Crossed swords clanked softly under his robe.

"Hail, kinsman!" he said breathlessly. It was Yusef.

"Hail, cousin," replied Ahmad. His eyes flicked to the lathered flanks of the black horse. "You have been riding hard. What are the tidings? What prompts such urgency?"

Yusef lowered the tail of his headshawl to reveal his dark, dusty face. "Things go ill with our tribe. The night you left there was a knifing. Your father has the guilty man bound and under guard, but there are rumblngs of anger, especially among our peers. We must return at once."

Immediately, Ahmad pictured the hungry, watchful eyes of the Jackals, as he had come to think of them. He had known there would be trouble. He should never have left. "And my father? How is he?"

"Angry. He never walks the camp unguarded. Guards watch your family's compound at all times."

"And my mother? My sisters?"

"They are well and safe for the moment."

For the moment, echoed Ahmad mentally. "We return at once," he said brusquely. "There are dates and dried meats by the fire. Feed yourself while I break camp. We will move your saddle to another horse and start back immediately." Without giving Yusef a chance to respond, he turned and vanished into his tent. The first items he reached for were his swords. With the camp broken and fresh horses saddled, they were riding southward again within the hour, the great rock sinking into the grassland behind them like a fading memory.

[ June 06, 2003: Message edited by: Ealasaid ]

piosenniel

05-23-2003, 05:57 PM

Character Description Form:

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Which one? The Lonely Star, Shadow of a Star, The Gathering In, The Long Winter, Wolf Run, A Ride to the Darkside, On Patrol, Castle Maladil, Picnic at the Bonfire Glade, An Audience with the King

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES – Both

For your character please include:

NAME: Jamílah Fajr – Resister

AGE: 37

RACE: Man

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Ironwood mace with small obsidian blades along both edges; obsidian tipped wooden spear; small hunting bow for very small game and birds; obsidian knife with mumak tusk handle; her herbs and concoctions.

APPEARANCE: 5’ 7” (1.7 meters); 125 lbs (57 kg); dark black skin; dark brown eyes; black hair, short, tightly curled against her head; small framed; lithe; well muscled. Wears the traditional brightly colored long skirt of her mother’s family tribe with a sleeveless loose white shirt, embroidered with symbols of the rising sun. On the back of her right hand, between her thumb and first finger, is the raised scar tattoo of the sun, and on her left, in a like manner, is the new quarter moon, a single small star lying in the shadowed area.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: A deeply intuitive woman; intelligent; open minded; considers problems thoroughly before making decisions; quiet; calm; her presence is very reassuring – she is the sort of person that others seek out when troubled; well versed in native herbal and natural lore – she can deal out remedies for both healing and for death. When her family is threatened, she is completely ruthless – a hunter and avenger without remorse.

Weaknesses: She is very tradition bound with respect to her spiritual and social beliefs. She is a follower of the Old Way. Her family, especially her children and their children, come first, then her mother’s tribal ways, then her husband’s. Pulls by these traditional values can often make her choices less informed by intellect and reason and more informed by her heart.

HISTORY: She was born into a prosperous trading tribe of the Hither Lands, far east of Umbar, near one of the large bays along the Inner Seas. Her Mother was a medicine woman of her tribe and she passed her knowledge to her daughters – divination with the small bones of various animals and birds, rituals for healings and other needs, the making of medicines and poisons.

Jamíla, as most women in her tribe, was married at the age of sixteen. She has two daughters, in their early twenties with babies of their own. Her Husband was a trader in metals and precious gems from the plains farther west of her lands, near the Sundering Seas. Desiring to see what the world beyond her own lands held, it was her choice to follow him to his birth place. He died soon after the birth of their second child, a wasting sickness caught in the teeming city of Umbar while on a trading trip.

First Post:

It was early evening. Families were gathered in front of their tents, eating the day’s end meal. Children laughed and ran among the groups, stealing a bit of flat bread here, a slice of fruit there. The elders clucked at them in mock remonstrance, their wide bright smiles belying any real anger.

‘Little birds,’ they called out to them, ‘why do you steal a poor man’s last crumbs!’

The children shrieked with laughter at the question, their voices trailing off as they ran wildly into the tall grass toward the last rays of the setting sun.

Jamíla picked at her food as she watched the children. Though the approaching night was warm, she felt a chill creep across her shoulders. ‘Some unlucky breeze from the north,’ she thought to herself, though glancing up, the tall grass of the plains stood deathly still against the last inches of light, the tip of each stalk seeming to burn with a reddish glow. She shook her shoulders trying to shake off the cold feeling, and placed her right palm against her heart to ward off evil.

Until a very few years ago, life for her had gone smoothly. There were birthings to be seen to, and dying to be eased. Women seeking husbands, wanting babies. Men seeking wives, better fortunes, greater luck in the hunt. Rites of passage to be seen to. The ordinary things that made a full, good life for her.

But then came the first hints of shadow and despair. First on the ashy wind that blew sometimes from the north, bringing a faint sharp, bitter smell, then in the darkness that grew in her readings as she cast the bones to augur at the new moon’s rising. And now, among many of the young, a festering shadow had crept in to devour their spirits.

Jamílah stood and beckoned for her daughters to stand also. ‘Call your children in,’ she told them in a low, urgent voice. ‘Call them quickly. Keep them close. Some shadow comes for us, and soon . . . with bloodied hands . . .’

piosenniel

05-23-2003, 06:19 PM

Everyone, please note:

A Discussion Thread Reminder

Fellow Shire Gamers:

Our gaming comes with a cost; it is time to reflect on this fact and make some changes to how we run our games.

We RPGers are the most voracious consumers of Barrow Downs resources. We use a game thread, a discussion thread, PMs to plan games, and are constant visitors to the site, often returning more than two or three times a day to keep up with developments in the game in order to prepare our own posts.

Please read before posting further on the Discussion Thread

Our gaming comes with a cost; it is time to reflect on this fact and make some changes to how we run our games.

We RPG’ers use the most Barrow Downs resources. We use a game thread, a discussion thread, PMs to plan games, and are constant visitors to the site, often returning more than two or three times a day to keep up with developments in the game in order to prepare our own posts.

Why is this a drain on BD resources? Please take some time to read carefully and reflect seriously upon the Barrow Wight's recent posts in the "Announcements >> The Barrow Downs" forum concerning storage space and bandwidth, chat and discussion, and the costs of running the site, and then change your posting habits.

What this means is that our Games, because we need to be so active in them, and because the Shire has so many going at once, cost the site much more money that other topics and forums on the Barrow Downs. In order for us to continue to have a good number of quality games for Shirelings to play in we need to make some changes:

What you, as participants in this game can do, personally:

What are the most beneficial changes in our posting habits? For one, we need to stop using the discussion threads for off-game-topic chatting, for personal comment. We need to restrict our posts to discussion of the games only, that is, to issues of plotting, character interaction, clarification, and notification of absences.

For most occasions, we don't need to make multiple posts about why we are absent or how we are doing and we don't need to make a string of 'see ya' posts in reply.

For personal comments, we can use the chat room or PM’s. (It’s ok to say a short ‘Nice post!’ or ‘Great post!’ if it is included with a post that has some other on-topic game information/requests on it.)

Please take the time to do several things:

Keep on topic for the Game.

Delete posts or run of the mill comments in the discussion thread that have no bearing on the game.

Refrain from such posts and comments in future discussions of the games.

Limit your daily visits to the thread.

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READ THIS SECTION CAREFULLY. ALL GAMERS WILL BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR UNDERSTANDING THESE CHANGES.

What we, as Shire Moderators, will be doing to insure these changes are being made:

We will be following the discussion threads more closely now. When we see an off topic post – we will give the poster a warning by PM and place a post on the Discussion Thread with the poster’s name on it and a request to remove that post.

Once the warning is given, all future off-topic posts by that poster will be deleted, and that poster runs the risk of being asked to leave the game by the Moderator if such behavior continues.

The Moderator also has the option to close the Game and Discussion thread if gamers cannot stay on topic in the Discussion Thread. It will then be up to the Owner and the players to sort out problems, by PM or email, and make an agreement to keep on topic. Owners may then contact the Moderator to reopen the Game.

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If we all help out, we can ensure that our games remain treasures in the Barrow Downs.

Thanks for being responsible gamers and conscientious members of the Downs!

~~ Pio, your Game Moderator

Durelin

05-23-2003, 06:23 PM

Well, the resistors aren't evil, but I have considered them as sticking with their own affairs. Like the Ents, if you need something to compare it to. On no one's side, but good people. Your character is very good, but there is something I hope you wouldn't mind changing. I like the clan idea, but if you could just change that to 'tribe' and edit out the desert part. It is still the Harad desert that these nomadic tribes wander in. Thankyou! And in now way am I totally deleting a good bio! smilies/biggrin.gif Oh, yeah, welcome to the RPing world on the Barrow-Downs!

PIO!! YAY!! Your bio is perfect, of course...except...there's grass down there? You're probably right that there is...but I just assumed there wasn't...oh well...

Greatm now I'm scared. I've got a mod playing in my RPG! Agh! I must watch my step, musn't I?

Oh, right, one thing I wanted to remind everyone of. Please remember, in your dialogue and preferabely all of your post, to not talk like you would normally. Cuz you can't say 'cuz' and 'stuff' like that. Thanks, just a reminder. You have all done that so far...probably because you guys are all great writers...I can't wait to see, Ealasaid, how you write. I have RPed with everyone else, I think. Though Arien and I were on different sides...

You heard what Pio said! And since, I did too, I will be PMing all further requests for changes and hopefully we can do most of the planning over PM. And after the planning is over, remember to delete the PM. You can save anything you need in a Word document. Also, even though I want to do character interacting, we will not be going real slow in the game. And and I will personally kill anyone who posts off-topi on the discussion thread. (though I must stop too) Thankyou.

[ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

piosenniel

05-23-2003, 07:03 PM

All the planning can be done on this thread (that's what this thread is for) - I just want to make sure that it doesn't get chatty.

Please do your planning here, so everyone can see it (unless of course it is some secret diversion) - there are new people to Barrow Downs gaming coming on board, and I want them to see how people here think things through.

Just take all the personal chat to PM. (With the exception of course of - 'Gosh, Pio! Great post!!' smilies/wink.gif

About the grasslands:

Haradwaith is thought to be much like Africa. While there are great deserts there - most of the living is done in the parts outside the desert which support life.

Africa has great savannah (http://www.learn.co.uk/default.asp?WCI=Unit&WCU=2292) grasslands interspersed among the more arid areas (though they too suffer during the dry seasons). Hence, where my character and her tents are gathered at present, there is a grassland with small game, roots and other such edibles to eat. And waterholes for the people and animals to use.

There are of course the vast stretches of desert that surround and push in against life - much like the Great Eye.

Lyra Greenleaf

05-24-2003, 05:00 AM

So, Durelin, can I see if I have this right- according to your link the Corsairs and the Haradrim are completely different! Why did you not tell me I was writing complete rubbish? I know you asked for Haradrim, but could I maybe change it so that she wants to go into the desert instead of sticking to the sea because of the seasickness? Then she could be kind of looking down on the Haradrim as inferior (or at least different?) Or alternatively I could take that whole aspect out and make her Haradrim?

EDIT: Oh sugar, now I'm confused again! OK, this is what makes me think that the Corsairs and the Haradrim are different:
Umbar is being inhabited almost completely by Haradrim, while only a small elite of nobility and other influential groups (such as Corsair families) remain from the formerly dominant peoples.
Or am I making it more complicated than it is?

[ May 24, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]

Arien

05-24-2003, 07:26 AM

I am posting this here because Durelin's PM box is full:

First thankyou for letting me play, I really wanted to take part in this. But I will be away for a week starting today. I will be able to next post on the 1st of June. I am really sorry for the inconvinence.

Arien

Ealasaid

05-24-2003, 08:44 AM

Hello! I tried to PM this to you but your message box was full. I made the suggested changes & will do my best to stick with the proper lingo henceforth. If there are any other changes needed please let me know. Edits are not a problem. After all, you're da boss! smilies/smile.gif
Ealasaid

piosenniel

05-24-2003, 09:05 AM

Just to let all of you know - Arien and Ealasaid - your previous posts to this thread were entirely in keeping with what we want to see here - information concerning aspects of the game - no need to take these things to PM.

arelendil

05-24-2003, 11:48 AM

Character Description Form:

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

For your character please include:

NAME: Naramarth (Priest)

AGE: 26

RACE: Man

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Naramarth carries a double handed broad sword. Dark steel, almost black with black leather grip. The hilt of the sword is the same dark metal into which is set a deep red stone.

APPEARANCE: Naramarth is a man of great height which he does not waste, though he is slenderly built he has great strength. His skin is pale from dwelling always in shadow. His hair his dark brown straight, reaching to his shoulders. His eyes are almost black, deep pits that show no mercy for he has none. His robes of the priesthood he always wears, dark some colour between blood red and black. His cloak is black, reaching to the floor hiding his booted feet. the collar of the cloak rises up from his shoulders, ending in spikes that skim the tops of his ears.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Naramarth has been a priest all his life, learning the ways of the dark since before he could remember. Naramarth loves the dark, the shadows in which he can hide. His movements he always conseals in shadow and mist and his long practise at this has been his movements almost silent. He considers himself high in the dark lords favour, though maybe high than he actually is, for who can tell the mind of the lord of darkness? His strength lies not in his muscles but in his mind and his devotion to the dark power. Once is mind is set on a task he will die trying in the name of his God.

HISTORY: Naramarth entered the Priesthood when he was but a boy. His father had been a high priest and his father before him. Naramarth's father had died in the service of the dark lord and it is Naramarth's greatest wish to die in the same manner, doing worship to the darkness, to his God. Naramarth's rise in the priesthood was fast, quickly learning to use those around him to better himself while staying on the right side of those that would do him harm.

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First Post:

Naramarth moved silently through the dark, shadowy corridors of the dark citadel, his feet making little sound as he strided between the shadows. Banners of blood red hang down the walls, still and foreboding in the dry, hot air trapped inside the citadel’s walls. The air burnt his lungs, a feeling which Naramarth loved. His hands went to his throat adjusting the ties that held his cloak in place, the hem of which was trailing lifelessly on the floor, making a soft swishing sound as he walked.

Naramarth quickened his pace, clenching his pale hands beneath his robes, something was happening in this place, the air had become drier recently if that was possible and whatever the change, Naramarth intended to use it to his advantage.

Naramarth suddenly stopped at a banner. He looked it up and down, admiring the work that had been done. He smirked to himself to see drops of blood on it, and not old blood, dry and hard but fresh, it made his skin crawl; tingle even with pleasure. One of the priestess had been playing with the slaves again. He cackled to himself as he continued on. The word had been spread that there was going to be a ‘trip’ to deal with the rebels of the desert. Naramarth hoped to be one the priests chosen to go. He would take great pleasure in dealing with the rebels who stood against the will of his Dark Lord and God. His hand reached through the folds of his robe, his pale skin glistened with oil even though the skin was brittle. He rubbed his hands together, loving the sound of skin against skin and bones snapping back into place. He was ready to honour his God and destroy the forces that stood against him.

Finally Naramarth reached the end of the corridor, in front of him stood a huge pair of doors. Glistening in the candle light to shone on them. They were made of dark metal like most important doors in the citadel. They were huge, reaching up to the ceiling, shrouded in mist and shadow that always hung from the roof beams. His hand ran over the design cut into the door; a huge eye lidless, rimmed with flame. Naramarth’s heart soared as he pushed against the weight of the door. Of all the chambers of the priesthood this was the biggest, the most important save the temple where they prayed and worshipped their God. This was the meeting hall and this was where Naramarth’s adventure would begin.

Durelin

05-24-2003, 04:44 PM

Welcome, arelendil! At first I was going to scold you for your grammer in your character bio, but then your first post was pratically perfect, so...? Also, I saw that you said that Naramarth's father and grandfather had been high priests. Possibly we could incorporate that factor into the story. Perhaps to make Naramarth arrogant, or perhaps disliked because his father did something that made people not want the high priest to continue coming from his family? Or...I don't know, I told you to be creative, and it's fine that he is the son of a high priest, but not the current? Am I getting you right, or did you not mean the high priest at all. But, besides that it's fine. Plus, I like the meeting hall. So, I think the priests, when the RPG opens, should post first with a meeting in the hall. I think it should be a surprise to the two that they come in and there is only me and the High Priest and the two others. Then we go from there and then go out to the courtyard to see those warriors who have answered the call and then we move. Right?

Please - do all your planning on the Discussion Thread, including requests for people to make changes to their posts, etc. All of that has to do with this Game, and I want the new people to see how we Barrow Downs gamers handle the problems that come up in a game.

Those are Pios orders, so forget what I was going on about.

Sorry about the PM thing, and it is cleared out now.

Okay, in a rush, so, I'll check back to see if I have forgotten anything later. Thanks, and sorry to anyone who cross-posted, I'll get back to you soon! Thanks for sticking with me, guys!

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

05-24-2003, 08:48 PM

Durelin- quick question. This game looks great, and I desperately want to be involved in it, but I'm involved in a lot of other projects. Do you have any minor spots available? If not, I'll probably write a full character, but I thought I'd check to see if I could get a small part before taking on a big one. Thanks.

Sophia

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

05-25-2003, 01:00 AM

I've given this a lot of thought and done a lot of weighing of time (lots) versus commitments (some), and have decided that I simply can't pass on this game. So I'm hereby submitting a full character. I know, Durelin, that you said you didn't want a lot of females, but Aylwen mentioned in Jasara's profile that she was the oldest daughter of the tribal leader, meaning she has at least one younger sister. I'd really like to play Jasara's younger sister (also a convert), if it would be acceptable. If not, I've also written a male character and can submit that one instead.

Sophia

Character Description Form:

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES: Quest for the Ainereg, Truth in a Dark Place, Reclaiming the City, and In the Footsteps of the Grey Company. I’m also involved in the planning for the Princess Guard, and will be owning A House Divided this summer.

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES: The Green Dragon

For your character please include:

NAME: Khasia (Jasara’s younger sister)

AGE: 16

RACE: Men (tribal converts)

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Khasia has also been trained with the broadsword, but it is far too heavy for her, and she prefers a stone tipped spear or a small bow.

APPEARANCE: Khasia is very small and slender. She also has unmanageable frizzy dark hair, but she’s put it into a cluster of small braids and rarely ever takes it out. Her eyes are wide and brown. Khasia is slightly more feminine than her sister and generally wears a flowing off white skirt and an off white tunic. She scorns bright colors and symbolic embroidery as useless traditions of the old and all her clothing is unadorned. She has no shoes, and has toughened the soles of her feet enough that she can walk on hot sand without burning them.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Khasia is levelheaded and calm. She makes decisions only with much deliberation and she is skilled at controlling her impulses. She is extremely power hungry, and as self control is the only power she currently wields she tends to overuse it. As a rule, Khasia is very resistant to authority and won’t take criticism. She puts far too much weight on her own opinion and secretly believes she’s invulnerable. She doesn’t believe that Jasara is a god, but does think she is a powerful seer and is slightly in awe of her. She follows her lead in most areas but has convinced herself that this is because Jasara is doing what Khasia wants to do anyway.

HISTORY: Khasia is the youngest daughter of the tribal leader. She and Jasara have never been close, during her childhood Khasia was a tattletale and was extremely spoiled. The night Jasara prophesied the rainstorm Khasia had been lying right beside her. She had heard Jasara speak, and it was through her quick tongue that the youth of the tribe first heard of the prediction. At first when Jasara was hailed by all as a goddess Khasia was disdainful, but as she grew older her own differences of opinion with her father and the other elders pushed her into the group of young people her sister led. She believes firmly that the customs of the older members of the tribe were designed to hold her and her generation back, and keep them subservient. Above all she desires power, and she is frustrated that no matter which side she chooses she doesn’t get nearly enough to satisfy her.

FIRST POST:
The sun rose red over the eastern horizon, and Khasia was awake early. Jasara’s stirring had woken her, and she looked up to hear her softly telling one of the boys that nothing was wrong. Khasia gazed after Jasara as she strode toward the stream, wondering what was on her sister’s mind that woke her so early. Jasara was often distracted.

Khasia lay still for a long moment, savoring the feeling of her warm blankets before the day’s hot work began. Then she stretched and crawled out of her sleep bag. The same boy who had spoken to Jasara sat up again. “You too, Khasia?” he asked. Khasia bundled her sleep bag up and tied it securely before prodding the boy with her toe.

“It’s a fine morning, lazy, and I’m going to run.” Khasia loved to run, just for the feeling of it, and she often ran in the mornings before the sun turned too hot. It gave her solitude—a chance to get away from the irritating fawning of the other young people on her sister. She used the quiet to plan as well. Jasara couldn’t always be right, and where she failed Khasia intended to be right.

This morning was no different than most, and Khasia ran through the short grasses, her bare feet sending up small clouds of dust as they pounded the sunbaked ground. Her shoulder length hair was in braids and the hard knots of fabric she’d used to tie them off bounced against her neck as she ran. When she was a good distance from the tribe’s camp Khasia slowed. She was near the creek, north of the place where Jasara had been headed. When she reached the water she dropped to the ground and drank thirstily. A few of the small berries that grew on the low bushes beside the creek were a sweet reward after her run.

Khasia sat there for a few moments, thinking about the day ahead. It would be long and filled with irritating orders from people whose minds were as wrinkled and faded as their faces. Her face twisted and she spit the seed from a berry into the dirt, burying it absently with a brown toe. For now it must be endured. There weren’t enough of the young people to leave the old and start again. Safety resided in numbers, and for now the old ones were at least good for that.

Setting her face Khasia rose and made her way back to camp. Her pace was a slow jog, giving her plenty of time to mull over her thoughts while she ran. She gave the sun another glance, it’s color still red long after it would usually have turned a fierce yellow. The day was going to be strange, Khasia thought, and wondered vaguely what it would hold.

Durelin

05-25-2003, 02:55 PM

I'm Glad you didn't pass it up, Sophia! There weren't any small parts, well the tribesmen are smaller than the priests and warriors, but I could have made one for you...but, I'm glad you're going to play! Oh, don't worry about the female thing...doesn't matter, it's a good character, so...

Ealasaid, one question. Since your first post was with Ahmad bringing gifts into Umbar (where the King is), when does he meet up with the priests and their guard. Is that something that happened days before, so he is going to be back with the tribe when the RPG starts, or is he going to follow the company, or...? What were you planning? Just wondering...

Sorry, Lyra! I goofed, and I explained to you in a PM. Sorry! Really, I just said that there are always exceptions, and I believe that any Haradrim could've joined the Corsairs since they are so closely linked, in ways... I really don't know much...that's the bad part!

Nerindel

05-26-2003, 06:17 AM

Hi Durelin, this RPG sounds great smilies/biggrin.gif
I'd love to try playing a bad guy for once smilies/evil.gif so here go's.

Character Description Form:

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Currently In The Footsteps Of The Grey Company and I Have also just joined The Summons (but like Sophia I couldn't resist this one smilies/biggrin.gif )

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

For your character please include:

NAME: Ghurdan (The Black Heart)

AGE: 34

RACE: Haradrim (Corsair)

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Ghurdan's primary weapon is his Broadsword. The pommel of his sword is a round, blood red ruby with a thin black stone set in the middle to make it look like the fiery eye of his god. The hilt is black with an intricate red flame design, the blade itself is made of a dark metal and Ghurdan is careful to keep it in good condition. Ghurdan also carries two red hilted throwing daggers and a black shafted Spear.

APPEARANCE:Ghurdan is 5 ft 8, with dark skin and his eyes are darker than the darkest night. His shoulder length black hair is tied at the nape of his neck by a red leather thong. A scar runs from his left eye to the bottom of his chin.

Three gold rings hang from Ghurdans right ear. He wears a sleeveless bright red tunic and black pants, Around his biceps he wears black leather bands that look like they would snap if he flexed his muscular arms, he also wears a dark blood red cloak when travelling.

On Ghurdans Right shoulder is a tattoo of The Red Eye, signifying his loyalty to The Dark Lord.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:Ghurdan is Extremely Cruel and wicked, he captains his ship the 'Fire Spray' with a heavy hand and uses fear of failure to keep his crew in check. He trusts no-one. He takes great pleasure in killing but even more in torturing his victims. Many know him as 'The Black Heart', a name given him by other corsairs and sailors in Umbar, as many of them believe he has no heart and if he did it would be blacker than the black sky itself.

Ghurdan's only weakness is his temper. He tries hard to control it, but does not always succeed.

HISTORY: Ghurdan has spent most of his life in the indirect service of The Dark Lord. Like his father before him he is a pirate of Umbar and has lived there all his life. Also like his father he supplies the Citadel with it's more specialised Sacrifices, mainly Gondorian and Dol Armoth Sailors and some times even the odd Elf.

Ghurdan's father was killed by Ithilien Rangers while on a raiding party in south Ithilien, ten years ago. Like most of his people he hates the Gondorians and envies there riches, lands and power.

Five years ago, Ghurdan returned on his ship the 'Fire Spray'from a successful raid on South Ithilien. He had brought six prisoners for the Citadel to sacrifice, two women and four rangers. On the return journey one of the Rangers tried taunting him and Ghurdan had punished him mercilessly, but keeping him alive not wishing to incur the wrath of the priests and preistesses of the Dark Religion.

After docking he and four of his best men took the prisoners to the Citadel and presented them to the Preistess Sevora, The Red Flame. She was pleased as always with his offering. But as the prisoners were being lead away by some minor priests the Ranger that had taunted him whispered with a wicked gleam in his eyes,

"You look much like your father and you shall some day meet his same fate."

Realising that this Ranger must be one of the ones who had killed his father, a great anger swelled inside him that he could not contain. Before he knew what he was doing he had unsheathed his sword and swung, taking the rangers head from his body.

Ghurdan then found himself suddenly hitting the far wall, as he looked up he saw Sevora advancing on him her face livid with rage. His men had ran in the face of the preistesses wrath, he made a mental note to punish them if he survived. But like most people he knew of Sevora's punishments, they usually involved dying slowly and painfully. He hoped that he was still of some value to her. As she reached him he could see a wicked gleam in her eyes, she had now composed herself and pulled one of his daggers from his belt and held it close to his left eye turning it slowly.

"Why did you do that" She hissed at him. "h..he is the o..one w..who killed my f..father" he replied feigning the stammer. "Ah he too was a Valuable man" she continued still wearing that wicked smile. She drew back a little to allow him to stand, but as he did she slashed him across his left cheek, "I will not tolerate any further outbursts like that" she warned him and whispering in his ear "The next time you shall wish for death before I'm done with you."

She then threw his knife back to him and calmly turned and made to leave, but as she reached the exit to the room, She turned back to him scowling wickedly daring him to act. But although he hated her he also respected her. Her Cruelty more than matched his and he knew it, so he did not move, but neither did he take his eyes off her or show any sign of fear. Laughing wickedly she left.

The wound eventually healed but he is now left with a scar down his left cheek, a sore reminder to control his temper and to never anger 'The Red Flame.'

Several times after that the Citadel had called on him to do their bidding, killing lords that the Dark One found unworthy, Tracking and catching Traitors and as always bringing fresh sacrifices. He did not see much of The Red Flame after their unpleasant encounter, a lesser priest now paid him and took the prisoners. The reason for this change was and still is not known to him.

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First Post

Ghurdan walked through the city streets of Umber with his latest offerings for the Dark one, Two Elven females and three Gondorian males from Dol Amroth. He yanked hard on the chains that bound them together, forcing them to quicken their pace. He was in a foul mood, This last raid had began well and the bounty was rich, but on the return journey he had been forced to throw half the plunder over board when Three war ships from Dol Armoth gave chase. They had managed to evade their enemies even sinking one of their ships, but not before they had damaged the Fire Spray's aft and downed her main mast. The Fire Spray had limped into port in a bad way, Ghurdan was mad with fury, but as he had also lost more than half his crew he could not afford to take it out on them. It was going to take at least an month to repair, this only made him madder but he gritted his teeth and hauled the prisoner up from the hull, shouting various orders to his crew, he knew they would obey him, as he kept their pockets lined with gold, but more than that they feared what he would do to them if they did not carry out his orders.

As he walked through the city he growled at passers-by in the hope that one of them would challenge him, so he would have someone to vent his anger on. But none of the passers-by would oblige him instead they lowered their heads and hurried passed or they crossed the street keeping out of the Corsairs way. Ghurdan, The Black Heart was well known and feared by the people of Umbar. "Cowards the lot of them" he spat, as he again yanked the prisoners chains. One of the Elven women stumbled and fell to her knees, He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet, shouting viciously "Get up elf witch". As he pulled her up she spat in his face, her actions had finally broke his temper and he slapped her hard across the face, breaking her nose and leaving the fiery imprint of his hand on her delicate white skin. He was slightly surprised that the woman had not passed out, but he did not show it. Instead he prodded her roughly with the tip of his spear, making her stumble again but this time she was quicker to rise. A satisfied grin spread across his face as she rose.

When they reached the Citadel the usual Priest was there to meet him. he was an average sized man with short black hair, Wearing the normal Black and dried blood red robes of his order. A black mace with red spikes hung from his belt and Ghurdan did not doubt that he knew how to use it.

"So what gifts have you brought your god today," The priest hissed excitedly. Without replying he pushed the prisoners forwards.
"Ah, three Gondorians and two Elves. Yes, his exhaltedness will be most pleased." he said examining the prisoners, "This one is damaged" he hissed holding the elf woman's face and turning it to him. "She was insolent" he calmly replied. The priest said nothing and moved on to inspect the others.

The priest then turned to his young apprentice spitting on him as he spoke " Take the Woman to be prepared and take the men to be questioned!" The young man bowed low and then took the prisoners away, as he went two Citadel guards fell in behind them.

The Priest reached down and pulled a large money pouch from his robes and threw it to Ghurdan. Showing no emotion what so ever he caught it, the weight seemed right so he didn't bother to count it. He nodded to the priest waiting to be dismissed , but the priest now had something else in his hands and was grinning wickedly. It was a scroll, "A message from the High priest himself" the man hissed pushing the scroll into his hands and hurrying from the room. Ghurdan slowly unrolled the scroll, reading the blood red lettering on the page.

Black Heart

The Black Citadel again requires your capable skills, we wish you to accompany the Priestess Sevora, The Red Flame and two other priests or priestesses of her choosing.

They will be going to recruit new followers from a nomadic dessert tribe in the outlands, south of Harad. Your job is to kill any resistors and ensure the safety of the priestesses and or priests. Sevora is a valued member of our order and her safety is your utmost priority, not That we think she needs any protection but she will be travelling with six other warriors that may think the killing of a priestess will elevate their position and reputation!

Be at the Citadel's courtyard, when the sun is at it's highest in the sky.

Failure will incur the wrath of The Eye

High Priest of the Eye.

As he finished reading he realised that his hand had gone instinctively to the scare on his left cheek, the scar that Sevora herself had given him. As he ran his fingers along it he chuckled to himself , not only would he be serving his Dark lord again but he would be travelling with the woman that was most defiantly his match in strength and cruelty. With that thought he returned to the Fire Spray, to make ready for the journey ahead.

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Hehe I had great fun writing this Character I hope it is OK smilies/wink.gif

[ May 26, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]

Durelin

05-26-2003, 09:27 AM

An excellent character, Nerindel! I am glad you decided to join like Sophia! Yes...I love me Sevora! I like what you've created there...it'll be an interesting journey, eh? Oh, just the one thing is the spelling of the name. You've just got one extra 'r' in there. And I have just one question, could he be classified as a Corsair, or just a basic raider? Just wondering... Everything else is great. This is really working out nicely, I haven't felt the need to turn anyone down! smilies/wink.gif

Okay, so here's a character list so far:

Durelin(Me): Sevora, Priestess

Arien: Dristi, Priestess

Lyra Greenleaf: Essenia Dagon, Female Haradrim Warrior (Corsair)

Aylwen Dreamsong: Jasara, Female Tribesman convert

Ealasaid: Ahmad bin Ishak, Male Tribesman resister

Pio!: Jamílah Fajr, Female Tribesman resister

arelendil: Naramarth, Priest

Sophia: Khasia, Tribesman convert (Jasara's sister)

Nerindel: Ghurdan, Haradrim Warrior (Pirate/Corair?)

We still need:

5 Haradrim Warriors

One desert tribesman resister

One desert tribesman convert

Thanks!

*-Durelin-*

EDIT: Sorry! I forgot to say thanks for making the changes I suggested!

[ May 26, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

Ealasaid

05-26-2003, 12:35 PM

Whoops! I didn't realise that the king was in Umbar. I can do one of three things. 1)I can amend the first post (which will have to be done regardless); 2) he can somehow meet up with the priests in transit either to or from his home territory; or 3) he can encounter the baddies after returning to his tribe. I am flexible based on whatever works best for the story line.

When I wrote it, I envisioned this as taking place just prior to his encounter with the Priests. Obviously, as it stands, the geography is a problem. My initial thought was that the gift horses be stolen at the oasis. While in pursuit of them, he encounters one of the other tribal groups either just before or just as they encounter the bad guys.

I have a question as well. How many tribes are we dealing with? Between resisters and converts, I am counting at least three so far. Are the baddies going to wipe out all three in the course of the game or should we try to combine into just one or two groups?

[ May 26, 2003: Message edited by: Ealasaid ]

Nerindel

05-26-2003, 04:41 PM

Oh, just the one thing is the spelling of the name. You've just got one extra 'r' in there. And I have just one question, could he be classified as a Corsair, or just a basic raider? Just wondering...

Oops,sorry about that smilies/eek.gif
All fixed smilies/biggrin.gif
and Ghurdan is a Corsair, I just took that as read, sorry about that smilies/wink.gif

Corsairs of Umbar - Name given to any of the groups of pirates and raiders based at Umbar, among the greastest enemies of Gondor.

Umbar was lost to Men of Harad, who again quickly became Corsairs.

Durelin

05-27-2003, 01:40 PM

Okay, Ealasaid , I believe the best thing would be for you to change your first post so that you are on your way to the oasis. Then, you can post once or twice to tell us of your progress, and we'll eventually meet up with you at some point and steal your horses. How does that sound to you? Maybe someone else who joins as a tribesman could be traveling with you...depends on what they, and you, want. Thanks!

Oh, and I believe it would be best if there were only one or two tribes, and preferably combined. Basically, the 'younglings' will seperate from the elders, and those from Umbar and the converts will eradicate all those who resist. Actually, some may escape, or be taken as prisoners. So, it all depends on what you want your character to do. Live and flee, die, or be taken prisoner. I hope I can leave it up to you tribesmen to decide just how you guys will be set up...? It's up to you. I can just make it all up straight-forward, but...that wouldn't be as fun, now would it? smilies/biggrin.gif

Also, thankyou Nerindel! I am looking forward to character interactions with you!

And Arien, I think Sevora and Dristi could either get along really well, or loathe each other. Dristi seems to enjoy men smilies/wink.gif smilies/evil.gif and Sevora finds them disgusting, but really sees no difference between men and women...

Thanks everybody...

[ May 27, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

Ealasaid

05-27-2003, 03:48 PM

Okay...I'll rework the first post. Sounds like a good plan to me. And, sure, if there are any other tribesmen out there who want to be travelling with Ahmad, that would be great! smilies/biggrin.gif

piosenniel

05-28-2003, 02:57 AM

Here (http://lotrmaps.middle-earth.us/maps/r3t_M14.jpg) is a map of Middle-earth. Can you give me a clue about where you see the forces of the Eye starting out.

And where do you see the tribes residing at the point of contact between them and the Warriors of the Eye?

I wouldn't mind getting my tribe together with another, but where are we?

Durelin

05-29-2003, 06:47 PM

Oh, right. Well, firs I wanna say that my timeframes are quite unreasonable, I believe, and I am a much smarter person now, since I wrote that... smilies/biggrin.gif

The Warriors will meet the Priestesses and Priest in the courtyard of the Dark Citadel in Umbar, and they will depart from there straight into the Harad. They will travel southeast through the Great Desert and will meet up with the tribe(s) at around the bottom of the line between squares J6 and K6 on the map. Thankyou for the map, mighty mod Pio! My map cuts off just below Umbar, so...

Sorry about my making this a royal pain. smilies/frown.gif Oh well... smilies/rolleyes.gif

Nerindel

05-30-2003, 07:05 AM

Ok now it's my turn to be a right royal pain! smilies/tongue.gif

I've been wondering about the desert crossing and I have a few questions:

1/ how are we traveling from Umbar to the oasis where we will steal Ealasaid's horses?
I must admit that I don't know much about horses, but I'm sure they would not fair well in the heat of a desert smilies/frown.gif (but I could be wrong)

2/ Are any of the more prestigious members of our group (Sevora and/or the other priests and priestesses) going to be riding atop Oliphaunts? smilies/biggrin.gif ( I was thinking that Sevora would like being higher up than her underlings smilies/evil.gif smilies/wink.gif )

3/ If not using horses to cross the main part of the desert would it be appropriate to invent some desert dwelling creature much like a camel for them to ride on or is that too out of keeping with tolkien???? smilies/confused.gif

Ealasaid

05-30-2003, 08:24 AM

Based on my limited knowledge of the desert, I would think camels are the best for crossing wide expanses of sand, but for short journeys horses would be okay, as long as one carried a good water supply and travelled mostly at night. But, then, I'm no expert.

Durelin

05-30-2003, 08:57 AM

We will be travelling on foot. The Dark Citadel isn't exactly generous, even to its members. Definitely no mumakil, and I'm not sure we want to mess with camels. Sevora won't, at least. She will prefer on foot to show her strength... And horses aren't the best. These people are desert dwellers and have been for their entire lives. They are accustomed to the extreme temperatures; they will easily travel on foot. They will also camp at night like any travellers. The nights are as frigid as the days are hot, if it is like any desert I know. (not an expert, either, but...) They will come to the arid grasslands as they move south, I believe. Is that good, you think?

Nerindel

05-30-2003, 04:11 PM

Ok, Thanks for clearing that up Durelin smilies/biggrin.gif

We will be travelling on foot. The Dark Citadel isn't exactly generous, even to its members. Definitely no mumakil, and I'm not sure we want to mess with camels. Sevora won't, at least. She will prefer on foot to show her strength... And horses aren't the best. These people are desert dwellers and have been for their entire lives. They are accustomed to the extreme temperatures; they will easily travel on foot. They will also camp at night like any travellers. The nights are as frigid as the days are hot, if it is like any desert I know. (not an expert, either, but...) They will come to the arid grasslands as they move south, I believe. Is that good, you think?

And yes that sounds great smilies/wink.gif

Ealasaid

05-30-2003, 05:25 PM

I have now rewritten my first post. I hope that will be better. If not, let me know & I will see what I can do. I added a kinsman who will be joining Ahmad for the trip, so if anyone wants to take on that role (convert or resister), that's good. I'm not hung up on the name, so if you want to change it, go for it! smilies/smile.gif (Just let me know so I can change it in my post. smilies/biggrin.gif )

Durelin

05-31-2003, 06:19 PM

That's good, Ealasaid. And, it has given me an idea of what to do about the tribes. I was thinking it would work out nicely if Ahmad had his Painted Sand Tribe, and Yusef would represent another to the King, so that we dictate two seperate tribes. We need a name for the other, so anyone who has an idea, please contribute. It would be nice if there was a story behind it, maybe...? And then all you tribesmen (Aylwen, Ealasaid, Pio, and Sophia) could decide which one you would be in. Also: perhaps these tribes could be close because of shared beliefs or blood? Just everyone remember: I am totally flexible and I love to experiment! I take charge only in a sense... Now I'm just trying to sound smart... Anyway, this RPG seems to have died! Mine usually do, but...what happens if we don't get enough people, Pio? It looks like we might not... smilies/frown.gif

piosenniel

05-31-2003, 07:26 PM

Here is what you have at the moment:

Priests/Priestesses

Durelin ------------------- Sevora(female) - Priestess

Arien --------------------- Dristi, The Shadow(female) – Priestess, age 26

Arelendil ----------------- Naramarth(male) – Priest, age 26
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Warriors

Lyra Greenleaf ---------- Essenia Dagon(female) – Haradrim Corsair, age 24

Nerindel -- Ghurdan - The Black Heart(male) – Haradrim Corsair, age 24
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Tribesmen Converts

Aylwen Dreamsong –--- Jasara(female) - Tribesman (convert), age19 or 20

Sophia -------- Khasia, Jasara’s younger sister – Tribesman(convert), age 16
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Tribesmen Resisters

Ealasaid --------------- Ahmad bin Ishak(male) – Tribesman (resister) age 26

Piosenniel -------------- Jamílah Fajr(female) – Tribesman(resister), age 37
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You could have the two warriors be the leaders of a small troop of warriors (They could name the other Haradrim - say 3 each for them - but not need to write bios for them.)

We can cut the focus to one tribe (perhaps the priestlies can simply comment on the bloody trail to our tribe as they stomp out the old ways in preparation for the Eye):

Ealasaid and I could represent the Resisters of this one tribe, the old Folks; while Aylwen and Sophia could represent the Converts.

If need be, I am always game for creating a few sub-characters that my character can haul about and use at will (say my daughters who I have trained in the old ways, and their husbands . . . and heck, the grandkids, too if need be.)

Ealasaid could also do that, if she desires. As can the Resisters, as needed.

If we decide to do this, then all the names and ages of the sub-characters will have to be put on the discussion thread so people can refer to them.

What do you say to that?

or - we can simply wait until others want to join in.

Let me know -- Pio smilies/biggrin.gif

Durelin

05-31-2003, 08:12 PM

That is an excellent idea, Pio (of course!), and that will do nicely, but...I would like to wait just a little longer, but (of course again!) we can't wait too long. Thanks for the help, Miss Mighty Mod Pio!

smilies/biggrin.gif

I can also do sub characters...in fact...perhaps I will create a warrior of my own...gotta stick with the baddies, of course (again!) smilies/wink.gif I might post a mini-bio or something...

Aylwen Dreamsong

05-31-2003, 09:18 PM

Aww, no worries Durelin! smilies/biggrin.gif If no one else does come forward to join, I'd be happy to write a full character bio and play it, probably another convert (but I'd be up for anything else if necessary), I've played more than one character in a game before. Sophia and I could always just make up a few NPCs for the converts, like the way we used the little nameless boy in our first posts. smilies/smile.gif

-Aylwen

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

05-31-2003, 11:38 PM

I'm also perfectly willing to take on a few sub-characters, though I'm not sure I can handle a second full character.

Sophia

Lyra Greenleaf

06-01-2003, 04:33 AM

I'll be happy to come up with secondary characters. Especially if I get to boss around lots of men... smilies/biggrin.gif I couldn't stretch to another full one though!

I wonder why so many people are scared of being evil when it's really fun?

Nerindel

06-01-2003, 04:57 AM

I don't mind having secondary characters either smilies/biggrin.gif

Ghurdan could bring his first mate and his helms-man from the fire-spray? let me know if you what bio's for them smilies/wink.gif

Another question! the warriors that Ghurdan would be leading, will they be gathered by the Citadel or can they be from Ghurdan's crew, he could probably spare about fifteen of them, as the others would have to remain to carry out repairs to the ship smilies/evil.gif

piosenniel

06-01-2003, 11:13 AM

Waiting longer is fine, Durelin. smilies/biggrin.gif

Ealasaid

06-01-2003, 12:46 PM

I, too, am fine with writing additional characters. If all the tribesmen are going to be Painted Sand tribe, I can turn Ahmad back around and send him "home" because of bad news from Yusef or something. That way, the tribesmen can all be in the same physical location when they encounter the priests.

As for additional minor characters, I mentioned Yusef as well as some of Ahmad's family members. We can always expand on them where needed.

Lyra Greenleaf

06-01-2003, 01:57 PM

Woo hoo, I'm a great recruiter! Good to see you Helka...

When is the game going to start? I really don't want to miss the ending, but I have 8 weeks until I go away. Oh well. If I tell my Dad that I don't want to go and see his relatives AGAIN as I want to write on the internet...

Durelin

06-02-2003, 08:36 AM

Oh great...Helky...

His hair is as dark as his skin and it reaches till his butt since he refuses to let anybody with scisors near his head.

Uh...Helky? What were you thinking!! smilies/eek.gif

she was so dazzled that she lost track and fell of a cliff.

Uh huh. How about she died in giving birth because there was no one to help. Perhaps the bleeding wouldn't stop or such like...? Please try and go with something simple, Helky. And stop calling me Durexi! At least make up your mind how to spell it!

...uttering his frustration on a nearby tree.

How about 'taking out' instead of 'uttering'...

Thorgom took one of his throwing axes

I thought it was throwing knives... Make up your mind! You can carry 7 knives much more easily than 7 axes, however small. So...

Dude, here's your biggest problem: the resistors aren't evil! Change him to a convert, and all will be fine.

While I'm reluctant to let you join, for reasons you should be aware of smilies/mad.gif , we are at a lack for RPers...All I can say is that I better not have to do this for every one of your posts!! I know, I know...you're a dutchman...just...try...maybe you should PM your posts to me, so I can do my beautiful editing job! smilies/biggrin.gif smilies/wink.gif

Nerindel: It would be great if you brought some of your crew! Sevora will put you and the other warriors in charge of them, so all the main characters can give orders. Also, I hope you will allow everyone to make up the personalities and names for some of them in their posting. I think that would work out best...you think...?

Lyra: We will start soon I think. We can't wait too much longer. If no one's gonna join, no one is. Maybe...Friday? Oh, and be nice to your Daddy! smilies/wink.gif smilies/evil.gif

Everyone: Thankyou! If those who are willing to play two characters could write up a short bio, because they won't be main main characters. And we can introduce any little secondary characters in our posting...or...would that be too confusing?

Nerindel

06-02-2003, 09:00 AM

Nerindel: It would be great if you brought some of your crew! Sevora will put you and the other warriors in charge of them, so all the main characters can give orders. Also, I hope you will allow everyone to make up the personalities and names for some of them in their posting. I think that would work out best...you think...?

Oh gosh! smilies/eek.gif yes, I was hoping everyone would just make up the crews names and personalities as we went along smilies/biggrin.gif

I shall try to post a short bio for the first mate (my secondary character) sometime tonight (UK time). I'm not going to bother with the helmsman he can just be one of the crew that comes along ok smilies/wink.gif

Lyra Greenleaf

06-02-2003, 12:01 PM

Oh, and be nice to your Daddy!
Sorry, the message I was tryng to get across is there's NO HOPE. Well, I'll just have to die I guess. Maybe I'll see Helka and walk off a cliff!

Aylwen Dreamsong

06-02-2003, 02:58 PM

So not all the converts have to be young? No, probably not. smilies/biggrin.gif But maybe Helka's character could try and play both sides or something and betray the old people. Can I point something out even though I'm not the owner or moderater?

Not religious, but intending to be converted, so he can experience battle again.

Can he intend to be converted? I thought the people in the tribe didn't know about the priestess that was coming. Maybe it just means Helka is planning on having Thorgom convert, but the way he puts it makes me think that Thorgom knows something the rest of us converts (and resisters) don't! smilies/evil.gif

-Aylwen

[ June 07, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

piosenniel

06-02-2003, 06:12 PM

Jamílah Fajr 37 y/o – resister (main character – see character bio posted)

Carry-along Characters:

Qirfah – 21 y/o; oldest daughter.

Husam – 25y/o; Qirfah’s husband

Two children: 4 y/o girl – Layla; 2 y/o boy – Ihab

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Qamar – 20 y/o; youngest daughter

Nasr – 24 y/o; Qamar’s husband

Three children: 4 y/o girl – Naar; 3 y/o boy – Ajdal; 2 y/o boy – Ashum

The two daughters of Jamílah follow in their Mother’s footsteps as far as having traditional beliefs. They have been studying all their lives under her guidance to be medicine women for their tribe. Their husbands treasure their wives and their mother-in-law for her knowledge and skills, and look with great disfavor on departure from the traditional belief system.

All of these adult characters are resisters.

The children, of course, are too young to care about all this, except to want their lives safe and secure.

Nerindel

06-02-2003, 06:52 PM

Secondary Character.

Name: Zasfal (first mate of the Fire Spray)

Age: 29

Race: Haradrim (Corsair)

Gender: male

Weapons: Zasfal carries a curved sword and a small black throwing hammer, there is nothing special about his weapons except that he knows how to use them efficently.

Appearance: Zasfal is slightly shorter than Ghurdan about 5ft 7, he has the usual dark skin of his people, but his eyes are dark green and his hazelnut coloured hair falls about his ears in loose curls. Zasfal wears black pants with a red sash around his waist and a black waist coat. Zasfal as with the rest of the crew of the fire spray has a small black heart tattoo'ed on his wrist.

History: Zasfal became part of the crew of the Fire Spray thirteen years ago when his father lost him in a game of cards and he was sold to Ghurdan to serve as a cabin boy.

He quickly learned how to avoid the beatings from the harsh captain, he also learned how gain the captains favour by sneaking about learning the crews secrets and keeping the captain informed of the crews intentions.

As the years past he became more ambitious and worked his way up the chain of command by getting rid of whoever was in his way. He became First mate after he had discovered that the previous first mate was planning a mutiny. Ghurdan had been furious when he told him and had beaten the first mate to within an inch of his life and then he cured him only to beat him again,he then had hung the man from the top of the main mast until he eventually die, to serve as a warning to others who thought to mutiny. This had been enough for Zasfal to know that he would never be able to kill Ghurdan and he didn't dare try, but if something was to happen to Ghurdan he wouldn't hesitate to take control of the Fire spray.

hope that is ok for you Durelin smilies/biggrin.gif

Aylwen Dreamsong

06-02-2003, 07:46 PM

Secondary Character:

Name: Nasir (Jasara’s ‘second in command’ of sorts)

Age: 21

Race: Tribesman (convert)

Weapons: Nasir is very well skilled with the broadsword and daggers, and has several of them hidden or sheathed with him always.

Appearance: Black eyes and deep brown hair characterize a nut-brown face, which is often stern and unkindly. Tall and muscular with every day’s work and tiresome projects, Nasir enjoys being the biggest of all the young, giving him a sense of power over the littler ones.

History: Nasir grew up as the younger brother to four men, warriors dedicated to the leaders of the nomadic tribe. Nasir always felt like an outcast to his older brothers, and practiced his sword fighting or dagger throwing alone, for his brothers often ignored him. He met Jasara soon after her little prediction, and joined her ‘movement’ for a separation of sorts from the elders. Jasara later appointed Nasir as the chief training master for all the loyal young.

Personality: Nasir is a determined young man who always tries to do better than his best. He hates failing and always tries to mask his own self-disappointment should he mess up at anything that should be easy for him to do. Nasir complains a lot, about anything and everything, for he is to a lesser extreme a perfectionist.

Carry-Along Characters (If Sophia ever needs/wants to, she can use these guys too!):

Najah: 17 y/o girl – Assistant training master (mistress) since she knows how to use the bow and quiver quite well.

Rijal: 13 y/o boy – The youngster of the group. A good spy due to his small size.

Tajir: 16 y/o boy – Cooks for the young, since Jasara is always worrying (or told smilies/evil.gif) that the elders put poison in food if it will go to the young.

Let me know if that is okay, Durelin!

-Aylwen

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

06-02-2003, 11:13 PM

those look great, Aylwen, and I'll certainly make use of them if the need arises smilies/evil.gif. Just adding my nod. I'll put a secondary character up here when (read: if) I get time to make one.

Sophia

Lyra Greenleaf

06-03-2003, 06:21 AM

Why do I do this to myself? If I fail my exams, it’ll all be my own fault! smilies/rolleyes.gif OK, anyway- I began this is a secondary character but I prefer him to Essenia. So if he's accepted could she be relegated to a secondary character?

I hope you like the names Durelin! (One of the Forsaken and Galad’s surname.) smilies/wink.gif

I hope they're both evil enough. I did the blurb about Damodred after I wrote my post and suddenly eralised I was writing a Grandfatherly character, so I had to give him hidden depths.

Also- what do you think of the idea that Sammael sees himself as doing the right thing, rather than being evil? It makes sense really, but I could make them both worse if you want me to.

It's a pity there's only the two of us playing Haradrim. By the way, Hi Nerindel! Hey, any ideas on the numbers of anonymous characters we'll be leading? (I never had a clue how many people were supposed to be with Raken the whole way through QFTA!)

Name: Sammael

Age: 25

Race: Haradrim

Gender: Male

Appearance: He has dark brown hair but a more or less completely shaven head, surprisingly light eyes, they’re hazel which is rare for Haradrim. He is very tall but deceptively thin- he’s actually quite strong. Good looking, and he knows it! Vain and fussy about his appearance and clothes. Always clean shaven.

Weapons: Two curved scimitars. (Think Legolas in the film, but dark, evil looking metal). A number of knives hidden in various places- sleeves, boots, etc.

History: Youngest son of a relatively prosperous family, his father got good money on one of the few legal trading ships from Umbar. He was always getting up to mischief and practical jokes as a child, never taking anything seriously. His father wanted him to go, with his older brothers, into trade. However at the age of 16 Sammael discovered a taste for fighting and killing. He’s been variously employed, on ships or similar land missions ever since.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: He almost seems to have two personalities- the joker (which he has never grown out of) and the killer. He sees fighting as the noblest form of art, and killing is the inevitable result of losing for a fighting man. However he disapproves of women fighting, and hates the idea of killing anyone who isn’t fighting him. He hates weakness, and sees soldiers who surrender as lower than human, for males anyway. For women he thinks it is merely acceptance that they shouldn’t have been fighting in the first place, and proof they weren’t meant to. He’s vain of his appearance and likes to flirt. He also likes anything social- drinking, playing cards, brawling. His sense of humour, and honour at only fighting soldiers are strong points, his ruthlessness, vanity and sexism are weaknesses. Follows the dark Religion with a passion, really believes that it is not only what is best, but what is right. In fact, his ideas of good and evil are completely reversed, he sees the Vala as demons who want to corrupt. He can usually get on with most people; his skill makes him appeal to warriors and his charm to others.

FIRST POST:

Sammael laughed, showing white teeth. He had noticed that this was one very effective way to catch a woman’s attention. It worked, she was watching him.
”More ale” he called to the tavern maid, flashing her a smile that often did the same job.

“Could you not just have called her? Why all this grinning like a lackwit?” Sammael glanced at Damodred. His voice sounded cranky, but that was nothing new. Sammael had worked with the old man for years, and although he might have begun with the idea that Sammael was not a warrior, he certainly knew different now.

“A smile now might lead to better things later” he said, giving an exaggerated wink. A few of the men around the rickety table laughed.
“Deal the cards, then, if you’re not scared I will take you for all you’re worth” Sammael continued, giving another wink to the maid as she brought the pewter jugs.
“Indeed, young man? There may come a day yet when you beat me, but I do not think it will be today!”

Sammael chuckled along with Damodred. It was true, he had little talent at cards, except for tricks. Still, it was fun and he had money from raiding. What else was it good for but having fun? And new weapons. Idly Sammael stroked the hilt of his new curved sword as Damodred shuffled the cards. A scimitar, the dealer had called it- from some far off land. It had a good weight, it looked good and seemed deadly. Yes, he considered, life was generally good. He could have been stuck holding up fabrics or jewels for traders, like his father.
I might never have known the sublime feeling of the fight, the victory! he thought, with an inward shudder. I might have…married. Relief filled him. Why would you want to limit yourself to one woman? That tavern maid had a pretty face, but then so did the other. And the woman sitting with her husband in the corner. Admittedly, men were not expected to be faithful, but there were obligations, responsibilities. Yes, children were nice but he had three nephews and four nieces! Who needed more? No, life was good as it was. In fact-

“Are you going to sit there mooning over a pretty face all night?”
Damodred’s prickly voice cut through his dreams. Nightmares! he corrected himself with a grimace, then picked up his hand. As usual it was terrible, as a far too expressive face told Damodred clearly. The old man shook his head.

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“Join our quest to the Southlands. A chance to fight for the glory of the Eye and the progression of Umbar. Fight the barbarians and turn them to the true path-guard the Priestess and help her in her mission. Conquer the lands of the Heathen and gain their support or provide their destruction. The Glory of the Dark Citadel to all who follow us. Make yourself known to the guards there. Glory to the Eye”
The voice of the Guard stopped intoning the proclamation and began to roll up his scroll.

Sammael had listened consideringly, lowering his head respectfully at the mention of the Eye. The man had the light of someone who served the Eye burning in his eyes. Sammael admired him. He would have volunteered as a Guard for the Dark Citadel if they led a more exciting life. And, of course, if they had more time to spend in the inns of the city. After considered thought he had judged he was probably best doing what he knew, but he sometimes felt he wasn’t doing enough. This journey would offer a chance to serve the Eye, which he sometimes felt he neglected, but also provide the more practical adventure he loved.

He turned to Damodred. The little man was watching him, head cocked to one side like a bird.
“Well?” he asked, “This seems right up your street, Sammael. Are we in?”
Sammael nodded slowly, then broke into his trademark grin.
“Yes. We’re in. Come on, let’s go up to the Citadel”

~ Carry along character: Damodred- A relatively old man- in his 40s- but he has lost none of his wits and little of his skill. Grumbles and groans at Sammael, especially over his flirting, but they’ve known each other for 7 or 8 years and are fond of each other. Leadership passes between the two of them- Damodred respects Sammael’s energy and skill, Sammael respects Damodred’s experience. Practical, down to earth, seems a kindly old man but in fact is completely ruthless against anyone who opposes his point of view, people or well being. He sees violence as the answer to every problem!

OK- questions: Is there any sort of sign of respect to a priestess or to the Eye itself? (Like a Catholic would cross themselves, or when people used to spit after mentioning the Devil, or in Tamora Pierce’s books they trace a circle on their chests?) If not, could we make one up?
Also, are we going to pass any towns/villages/cities on our way to the tribespeople?

[ June 03, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]

Durelin

06-03-2003, 09:36 AM

Okay...

So not all the converts have to be young?

Helky always seems to stretch the boundaries a bit. *disgruntled sigh* Help! But, seriously, he isn't really going to convert, just go along with the company, and probably get along best with the Haradrim warriors (Corsairs, really). He'll spite the priest and priestesses most likely. The younger one's, I'm expecting, will whole heartedly convert. Oh, and just to warn you, I'm plotting. Aylwen! I'll be PMing you...you'll see...

Helky!! I told you I would edit it again, and then you could edit your post! Well, I'll PM you the final...maybe the final...

Oh! Thankyou Pio! Such a beautifully done list! smilies/biggrin.gif

Nerindel - Excellent! So did Ghurdan bring him along as a sort of body guard (he's not exactly fit for that, but...) or is he just extra help for the priest group? (shorter name for the baddies)

Aylwen - Thankyou! Perfect. Now we have a pretty good idea of how you guys are set up. You organized those younglings nicely, Aylwen! Though I should've helped you...sorry! Well, maybe you liked doing it without someone pestering you! smilies/biggrin.gif smilies/wink.gif

Lyra - That was great! And, of course, I love the names. This Sammael is a bit different from the other one, eh? Damodred is great. But maybe he should be in his 50s or 60s because in ME, wasn't Aragorn like 50 during the War of the Ring? And he wasn't really all that old...I don't know...I always get confused by this age factor. Why couldn't Tolkien have kept it normal for humans!! Oh well...

Is there any sort of sign of respect to a priestess or to the Eye itself?

An excellent question, and something I've been thinking about off and on. Mostly I thought of ceremonies, like taking the blood of a sacrifice and with a single finger, tracing a line from the center of each eye half way down the cheek (for before leaving the citadel?? on a mission??) And some other stuff. Maybe we should go with the traditional crossing of the right arm over the chest, fist on the heart, bow thing? But, that's kinda overused...old... How about crossing both arms, left over right, over the chest, palms inward, sides hands (thumbs)just touching the face? And a bow? Kinda corny and stupid looking if you ask me...well, now that I've thought about it. I haven't looked at myself in the mirror doing it yet, so...who knows?

Oh, and we might pass through a couple villages already under the sway of Umbar. Perhaps we could pick up some more 'soldiers' or something? Or we could just grab a sacrifice for on the road... smilies/evil.gif

I have a secondary character, a warrior. He's Sevora's bodyguard basically. I'll post the bio later...not quite done yet...(i'm slow, I know)

Helkahothion

06-03-2003, 11:00 AM

Helky!! I told you I would edit it again, and then you could edit your post! Well, I'll PM you the final...maybe the final...

No need to shout. I got the PM after I edited. Calm down, have a cup of herbal tea. Ill make my personal recepy: Lot's of Arsenicum smilies/evil.gif

But seriously, Ill await the edited character. Will you edit it into my old post, send it to me, or start it in a new post. In case of the last, I shall delete my old one.

Suilad,

Anuion

Durelin

06-03-2003, 11:26 AM

I'll PM it to you, and then you can edit it into your original post. I only want one bio floating around on the discussion thread and i'm no mod so i can't edit your posts, dingbat!

Ill make my personal recepy: Lot's of Arsenicum

It would've been more effective had you been able to spell.

Here's my secondary character:

Name: Rahvin

Age: 37

Race: Haradrim (of Umbar)

Gender: Male

Weapons: A long, double bladed spear. On one end is a long, curved blade with only one edge. On the other is a bit shorter, straight blade with a tip almost as fine as a pin. He also carries two large knives, excellent for butchering, considering it is much harder to dispose of an entire body...

Appearance: Rahvin is a large man with long, wild dark hair and dark olive colored skin, light for his race. He stands around six feet tall and has shoulders as large as any blacksmiths. He is not fat, muscle makes up all of his great weight. He usually dresses in a dark brown shirt and pants, baggy and of a light material. He has both a brown and black cloak, the brown in case he must use any camoflauge he can get from it. Both cloaks have a veil attached that he can use to protect his face. On his forehead, the symbol of the Great Eye is tatooed. He was marked as a newborn to belong to the Dark Citadel.

Personality: Rahvin has little personality. He has been raised to kill without thought, though he has also been trained in battle tactics, and in most needed knowledge. He is not dumb. He loves to kill, rather than torture. He likes the feeling better. Rahvin has known nothing but to serve, and he does to perfection.

History: Rahvin was born to a slave of the Dark Citadel and has been marked as a belonging of it since then. He has lived all his life in the Citadel and has been through th harsh training to become a guard. He was chosen by Sevora for his strength, intelligence, readiness to kill, and his obedience. She also thought he was fairly handsome, for a slave. He has moved from a normal slave to a bodyguard, so he is treated better. Plus, Sevora likes him.

Like the name, Lyra? I stole your idea!

Oh, yeah, I forgot. Are you going to use Sammael as your main character? And, are you going to use Essenia at all then?

Nerindel - about how many men will you be brining from your crew?

Both cloaks have a veil attached that he can use to protect his face.

I suggest that everyone has that...

did i cover everything...?

Helkahothion

06-03-2003, 11:30 AM

It would've been more effective had you been able to spell.

How witty. I was using the Dutch phraze since I did not knew the english one and to conceil the real truth from you. Pitty the poison's name is like the english one.

When will you have my character update done?

Lyra Greenleaf

06-03-2003, 12:35 PM

wasn't Aragorn like 50 during the War of the Ring?
About 80, I think. That's Numenorean blood for you! But for anyone else, 40s would most likely be old enough. I was thinking I could use Essenia like Damodred, as a secondary/carry along character. But Sammael will be in charge of my half of the warriors, if that's still how we're organising it. Once again I'll ask: How many Haradrim are there?
And I was planning to do Rahvin, but Demadred sounded older. Don't ask!

piosenniel

06-03-2003, 12:42 PM

Please remember to keep your posts on the discussion thread relevant to the game. There is no need for extraneous, off topic chat. It wastes bandwidth.

Use PM's if you want to echange purely personal stuff, or better yet - use the chatroom.

Nerindel

06-03-2003, 12:44 PM

Nerindel - Excellent! So did Ghurdan bring him along as a sort of body guard (he's not exactly fit for that, but...) or is he just extra help for the priest group? (shorter name for the baddies)

Like I said Zasfal is ambitous and fighting in the service of the citadel would increase his reputation, so he would have insisted on coming along.

I also I put in Ghurdan's Bio that he trusted no-one. Although he likes his first mate he doesn't trust him, so when Zasfal insisted on coming along he probably agreed so that he could keep an eye on his sneaky friend smilies/evil.gif

Nerindel - about how many men will you be brining from your crew?

About Fifteen, is that enough?

Helkahothion

06-03-2003, 01:34 PM

Character Description Form:
Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES/NO - Which one(s)?

Yes. Wolf Run, Search for the Book. Shadows of Umbria, Search for the Lost Messenger, Ride to the Dark Side (cameo)

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES/NO – Which one?

Yes, both

For your character please include:

NAME: Thorgom

AGE: 56

RACE: Nomad (convert)

GENDER:Male

WEAPONS (No magical, super-hero, mithril weapons. Just good solid Middle-earth weapons and armor only that is appropriate to the race of the character and the time period.): A big two handed axe and 7 throwing axes.

APPEARANCE: Thorgom mostly wears clothes that are too big for him. A strap of stretchable textile holds his pants up and on his back he has a quiver for his two handed axe. He is a big man with his 2 meters height and very broad. His hair is as dark and it reaches just below his waist. He has a big head and is sure of his good looks. His body is extremely muscled, which he always brags about.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: (No half-Elven characters. No mixed-type characters. No super-heroes. No assassins. No one all powerful, martial arts proficient, or having any magical traits. Just regular characters with normal abilities for their races only):His strength is amazing but that's it. His speed lacks greatly under his massive muscles. When angry, he is able to withstand a large amount of damage. Thorgom thinks this 'Great Eye' is foolish, but he does miss the chance to kill. Those who follow the Eye do practice the art regularly… He is also very hard to order around. He mostly does what he pleases and only follows leaders when he is able to do battle.

HISTORY: Thorgom was born at night. His mother had to deliver him out in the wild since they were traveling. But after the birth, she died of the loss of blood and there was no one to aid her. Thorgom thus grew up motherless and alone since his father did not pay much attention to him. In order to survive, he trained all the time and, since he had never had real parents, he was always doing as he pleased. Considering his height, nobody refused, and since he did not steal of the others, they let him be.

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A FIRST POST FOR YOUR CHARACTER MUST ACCOMPANY THIS FORM.

Thorgom walked away from the camp for a bit. He had enough of all those man telling tales by the fire. Always talking about things they had done in the early days, too much of cowards to do other things. Thorgom hated those men. He was one of the few that would only brag about his body and his strength. People called him arrogant, but why would he deny the facts? He sat down and started taking out his frustration on a nearby tree. He bashed and smashed, cutting it into neat logs.

He placed his axe back on his back and took the logs. He went back to the fire and placed them with the firewood. He sat down with the others. One of the men, a little worm with an arrogant tone of voice, laughed at him.
"Frustrated that you can't do battle again? Why not sit with us and let it go. Your days are over. Everything must end eventually."

Thorgom took one of his throwing axes and it flashed across the fire. The man screamed. Everybody turned to the tree. The man's arm was nailed against it. His wrist pinned with one of Thorgom's axes. Eyes where filled with horror as the big man stood up and walked over to the tree. But he just took out the axe and picked up a burning branch from the fire.
"This might hurt a bit, master big mouth." He mumbled as he placed the fire near the stump that once held the man's hand.

The man screamed and many of the man fled from the fire. Thorgom just smiled at the ignorance. As he looked up, rain was setting in. He left the man with a nasty burn and walked to his tent.
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All done. Seeing you edited it, it must be enough. Just one thing, people are writing up secondary characters. Is it a must or just a thing they do? Seeing that Thorgom is more of a loner and all.

Suilad,

Anuion

Ealasaid

06-03-2003, 02:43 PM

Here are my secondary characters:

Ishak bin Ishak -- Ahmad's father and headman of the Painted Sand Tribe. He is in his late sixties with long white hair and a very full white beard. Tough and judicious, his primary concern is the health and well-being of his tribe. This includes the safety and well-being of the tribe's herd of horses as that is the primary sourceof wealth and power for the tribe. All else is secondary. He has strong traditinal ethics and finds the influence of the Eye very disturbing.

Briellah Ishak bin Ishak -- Ahmad's mother. Fifty-two or so, she is small and thin and very much in her husband's shadow. But hse, too, is very powerful under the radarscope of the men. She is submissive but manipulative with men and unyielding (even ruthless) when challenged by other women. Her primary concern is the health and well-being of her three children: Ahmad, Chani, and Shushila. Traditional in her values, she is frightened by the influence of the Eye.

Chani -- 16 years old. Ahmad's sister. She is tall and headstrong with a tendency to get into trouble because of her open and straightforward ways. Promised in marriage to her second cousin Yusef al Rahman, whom she doesn't much like, she fantasizes often about stealing a horse and running away. She is curious about the Eye, but resists conversion.

Shushila -- 14 years old. Ahmad's sister. Small and extrememly beautiful, Shushu is spoiled rotten and frightened of everything. She always wears a veil and refuses to leave her family's tents unless accompanied by a male kinsman. She is terrified of the Eye and anything that has to do with it.

Yusef al Rahman -- Ahamd's second cousin. Yusef is selfish and ruthless about getting what he wants. Jealous of Ahmad, he sees Chani as his opening to seize control of the tribe after the death of Ishak bin Ishak. While he smiles and acts like a friend to Ahmad, he would like nothing better than to see him fall victim to "an unfortunate accident". While not exactly a convert himself, Yusef is sympathetic to the converts because he believes that they will decide the power structure of the future.

We can use them when & where they are needed!

Nerindel

06-03-2003, 03:29 PM

Nerindel – if you are going to be calling any of your crew of 15 by name please post a simple list of the names you’ll use, so that a strange name doesn’t suddenly spring up in the game. I'll post the additional names to this list.

I think it would be better if the crew remain nameless as there is already a good number of names to remember smilies/eek.gif

I would think that Ghurdan would just order them about as a unit and not as individuals and it is also probable that he wouldn't know or care what their names were anyway. smilies/evil.gif

Pio: Ghurdan is 34 not 24 smilies/tongue.gif

piosenniel

06-04-2003, 01:42 AM

Here is a listing of players and characters please look it over carefully.

Priests/Priestesses

Durelin ------------------- Sevora(female) - Priestess
Secondary character: Rahvin - Warrior, age 37

Arien --------------------- Dristi, The Shadow(female) – Priestess, age 26

Arelendil ----------------- Naramarth(male) – Priest, age 26
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Warriors

Lyra Greenleaf ---------- Sammael(male) – Haradrim warrior, age 25
Secondary character: Essenia Dagon(female) – Haradrim Corsair, age 24
Carry-along character: Damodred – Haradrim, age 40’s – Sammael’s comrade

Nerindel -- Ghurdan - The Black Heart(male) – Haradrim Corsair, age 34
Secondary character: Zasfal (first mate of the Fire Spray, Corsair), age 29
Carry-along characters: 15 members of the crew of the Fire Spray
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Tribesmen Converts

Aylwen Dreamsong –--- Jasara(female), age19 or 20
Secondary character: Nasir (Jasara’s ‘second in command’ of sorts), age 21
Carry-along Convert characters:
Najah: 17 y/o girl – Assistant training master (mistress) since she knows how to use the bow and quiver quite well.
Rijal: 13 y/o boy – The youngster of the group. A good spy due to his small size.
Tajir: 16 y/o boy – Cooks for the young

Sophia ------------------ Khasia, Jasara’s younger sister, age 16

Helkahothion --- --------Thorgom (male), age 56
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Tribesmen Resisters

Ealasaid --------------- Ahmad bin Ishak(male), age 26
Carry-along Resister characters:
Ishak bin Ishak -- Ahmad's father and headman of the Painted Sand Tribe
Briellah Ishak bin Ishak -- Ahmad's mother
Chani -- 16 years old. Ahmad's sister
Shushila -- 14 years old. Ahmad's sister
Yusef al Rahman -- Ahmad's second cousin (sympathetic to Converts)

Piosenniel -------------- Jamílah Fajr(female), age 37
Carry-along Resister characters:
Qirfah – 21 y/o; oldest daughter.
Husam – 25y/o; Qirfah’s husband
Two children: 4 y/o girl – Layla; 2 y/o boy – Ihab

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Qamar – 20 y/o; youngest daughter
Nasr – 24 y/o; Qamar’s husband
Three children: 4 y/o girl – Naar; 3 y/o boy – Ajdal; 2 y/o boy – Ashum

[ June 04, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

Durelin

06-04-2003, 02:31 PM

Thanks Pio for the beautiful list. I will copy it to make one adjustment...just the first set...

Priests/Priestesses

Durelin ------------------- Sevora(female) - Priestess
Secondary character: Rahvin - Warrior, age 37

Arien --------------------- Dristi, The Shadow(female) – Priestess, age 26

Arelendil ----------------- Naramarth(male) – Priest, age 26
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Okay? Okay. Everyone got that? Everything else is the same. Right...is it possible to start the RPG tomorrow? *nudges Pio* Eh?

Lyra - don't worry about being gone. You won't be gone that long, will you? I think you'll be fine, really. When will you be gone? You've probably mentioned that already, but...I need to know again! Thanks!

piosenniel

06-04-2003, 02:50 PM

I amended the list for you.

Starting the RPG depends on whether your players are going to post their own first posts or you are having me post them.

If I am to post them - then you must look through all of them and make a detailed list of whose goes where (including those posts that people did for their secondary characters).

Just do a numbered list, and then I can transfer the posts - if that's what you want done.

OR

Do the numbered list and let people post their own first posts.

Let me know. ~~ Pio

Durelin

06-05-2003, 07:49 AM

Lyra - Do you still want Essenia's First Post in the game? I have sent Pio the list of First Posts and their order and have included that. Should I have it taken out?

Ealasaid - I know we haven't discussed it much, but is Yusef going to tell you to go back to the tribe? And, do you want to add that part to your first post?

Nerindel and Lyra - With the crew that Nerindel is bringing along, I hope that you two can manage to lead them together. Both have equal leadership above the crew. That could turn out interesting, couldn't it. Ugly, but interesting...

Let's try to start saturday. It all depends if everyone understands what we're doing in the beginning. We can keep discussing what will happen later on when the game is open.

Thankyou everyone! Especially for doing all those Secondary and Carry-Along characters!

~Durelin

Ealasaid

06-05-2003, 03:52 PM

Sounds good to me! I will rework the first post to include Yusef's arrival & (bad) news of home. I should have it online by sometime tomorrow afternoon (Eastern Time).

piosenniel

06-05-2003, 04:33 PM

The game is up and closed at present until I receive Easalaid's post, and Durelin decides to open the game.

Please be patient and don't ask when the game is going to open - there will be a notification on the Discussion thread when I do so.

Lyra Greenleaf

06-06-2003, 03:47 AM

I will be leaving on the 26th of July, which I think means I will miss the end. I'm happy for the Essenia post to go up, I just won't post for her very much. (Not until the end of June, anyway.) One thing I deliberately didn't give Sammael is ambition, so there won't be trouble over that. There could be problems with Damodred. Or, if Sammael is too lax.

EDIT: 1000th post. Yay!

[ June 06, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]

Ealasaid

06-06-2003, 01:37 PM

First Post has been edited. Ahmad & Yusef are now in transit back to their tribe's encampment.

piosenniel

06-06-2003, 02:11 PM

So, Durelin - just tell me when you will be ready to have the game opened. smilies/biggrin.gif

Nerindel

06-06-2003, 05:06 PM

Nerindel and Lyra - With the crew that Nerindel is bringing along, I hope that you two can manage to lead them together. Both have equal leadership above the crew. That could turn out interesting, couldn't it. Ugly, but interesting...

Indeed, Ghurdan will not like that idea at all, but I'm assumming that Sevora will order it? smilies/evil.gif

[ June 06, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]

Durelin

06-07-2003, 03:31 PM

Sorry everyone for not being here to reply to any questions, though I see there are few.

You see, my friend's parent's died Thursday night, and not because of an accident, either, so I will be a bit busy for a while. That's why I only had the chance to reply to one PM the other day... So, Ealasaid, you aren't in as much trouble about being late with your post! smilies/biggrin.gif smilies/wink.gif Kidding, of course! You weren't late, I'm just picky! smilies/biggrin.gif

Nerindel - Of course Sevora will give you guys that order! She will be giving you lots of orders! She will also be ordering our beloved Priest and Priestess around, even though she is not technically above them, she is the head of this mission...so...she will definitely take advantage of that! That's a warning for Arien and Arelendil! smilies/evil.gif

The game can now be opened Pio! Thanks!

Oh, and tribesmen! Please post as often as you want to give us updates on what is happening!

And one more question, Pio: Do you think it would be possible to add a character once the RPG starts if we find someone who wants to play?

Might be a bit tricky, but...?

Thanks again!

-Durelin

[ June 07, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

piosenniel

06-08-2003, 02:08 AM

The Game is now open for play.

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Please disable your signature for each post of the Game
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Durelin - exactly what sort of character were you thinking of having join the game?

[ June 08, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

Durelin

06-08-2003, 11:00 AM

I was thinking we'd pass through towns or villages and such on our way away from Umbar. These would already be under Umbar's sway, so we might be able to recruit more warriors. We could have a cameo of a peasant sacrifice! smilies/evil.gif I don't know...??

piosenniel

06-08-2003, 02:34 PM

Durelin - Sounds ok - just do what you are sure you can handle as the owner.

Ealasaid - I wanted to bring our two tribes closer together - so I have just posted that The Painted Sand tribe is encamped some distance east of where our tribe has come. There is a spring located between our two positions, and my character's sons-in-law have seen some of your tribe's horses being led away in the distance from the spring and your breakfast cooking fires.

If it's alright with you, I have made Ishak ben Ishak's wife a friend to my character. They may have traded herbs and compounds for medicinal uses in their previous encounters, and of course gossip and news of places they have been. Let me know if this is ok with you.

Tinuviel of Denton

06-08-2003, 11:44 PM

I wasn't planning to join this game, but I've been reading the discussion thread and I thought Durelin's idea for passing through villages was interesting. If you do a cameo of a peasant sacrifice, I might be interested in doing the sacrifice's role. If not, I'll just read it and clap for all you amazing "evil" people.

[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]

arelendil

06-09-2003, 05:18 AM

Sorry i've been gone so long. i had to go up north for a funeral but i'm back now and ready to go when you are.

oh and sorry for the bad grammer but i wrote the whole post in ten minutes that i had spare between getting in and going out!

Nerindel

06-09-2003, 08:39 AM

Ok, Durelin
I've just put up my next post, hope it's ok. smilies/biggrin.gif
But I'm sure you'll tell me if it's not smilies/wink.gif

Lyra I have put that Ghurdan and his men were the first warriors to arrive at the citadel, so if you are planning on describing what you see as your characters arrive you will have to remember to include Ghurdan, Zasfal and their small army smilies/biggrin.gif
I have posted what they are wearing and carrying so you know what you are looking at, ok smilies/wink.gif

[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]

Durelin

06-09-2003, 09:31 AM

Tinuviel - If you'd like to play that role, that'd be great! I mentioned that sarcastically at first, though I did like the idea, because I thought that I'd have trouble finding someone who'd want to play that role. So...cool! I'll PM you about it when we get close to a village. You'll have time to think about it, either to create your character, or to back out! smilies/biggrin.gif

arelendil - no problem, just edit the post when you have a chance! smilies/biggrin.gif Yes, I'm picky, but, if you have the time to...

Lyra Greenleaf

06-09-2003, 02:20 PM

Great, thanks Nerindel. Would it be OK to have maybe 5 or so others- unnamed of course. It would be odd to have just Nerindel's and my characters.

piosenniel

06-09-2003, 02:25 PM

Durelin & Tinuviel

Tinuviel's Character Bio must be on the discussion thread before she posts on the game. No need for a first post since she is a cameo character.

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

06-10-2003, 03:06 PM

Pio, for clarification, Jamilah and Jasara are members of the same tribe, correct? I apologize for my delay in posting all, I'm in a rush with life, just now. I will be with you as soon as possible. When it comes, I promise, it will be quality. smilies/tongue.gif

Sophia

piosenniel

06-10-2003, 03:51 PM

*notes a passing scent of flowers in the air

Sophia

It was never mentioned what tribe your characters and Aylwen's were in. But it would be fine if you were part of the one Jamílah is in.

I have already set up with Ealasaid that our two tribes are now encamped near each other, ours to the west of the small spring and their's to the east of it, in a large savannah area.

Ealasaid(Ahmad)'s tribe is patrilineal, and are warriors. They are called The Painted Sand Tribe, and are nomadic. Their horses are prized throughout the areas they travel.

Ahmad's father, Ishak ben Ishak is of the Wind Walker Clan. His wife, Briellah (Ahmad's mother), is of the Bending Grass Clan.

My character(Jamílah)'s tribe is matrilineal and are nomadic hunter/gatherers. They are called The Baobab Tribe and her clan is the Bush Lizard as is her daughters' and their children. The Baobab tree plays a central role in the spiritual life of the tribe, as do the animal totems the clans are named for. The tribe is famous for the beautiful baskets they weave, and uses them to trade for goods needed from other tribes they come in contact with.

Jamílah has a longstanding friendship with Briellah.

Hope this helps.

Tinuviel of Denton

06-10-2003, 11:41 PM

Character Description Form:

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

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

NAME: Falia

AGE: 18-19

RACE: Haradrim

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: None

APPEARANCE: Dark hair, large, eyes, medium dark skin, not overly tall, very slender and athletic

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Falia is a loner. She spends most of her time trying to avoid the other gir ls of her age because their interests, i.e. raising families etc., could not be more dissimilar to her own. Also, she has not married yet, though it is a custom of her village to marry young (14-16).

HISTORY: Falia's mother gave birth to two stillborn sons before Falia. As a result, her father dislikes her greatly. He sees her as an insult to his pride, and would seize any chance to be rid of her. When Falia was about ten, her mother died in a raid, depriving her of the only person who'd really cared about Falia's welfare. She has had no marriage offers since she was 15, because she quite frankly frightens the young men, and the older men are all married already. When her father married again, her stepmother bore him three sons and two daughters, both of which are very compliant and demure already, though one is seven and the other six.

(Pio said no first post necessary. I won't argue with that.)

I'm thinking that maybe it would be her father, Abdul-Shihab, who suggests her as the sacrifice victim. He's desperate enough to try anything. Also, he feels that if Falia were to cease to exist, the "insult" to his pride would as well.

(Thanks for the name list, Durelin.)

[ June 12, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]

Manardariel

06-11-2003, 09:59 AM

Dear Durelin,

sorry to interrupt, but can you PLEASE clear out your mailbox?

Thank you! smilies/smile.gif

Durelin

06-11-2003, 01:27 PM

Sorry Manard! I did it, and I sent you the First Post! I know that's what you're after me about! I am sooooo sorry about that! *hits head on table repeatedly* Bad Dur!!

Anyways...

Tinuviel: That's great, and I like the thing with Falia's father...yes...that'll be great! I was thinking that our group of Priests and such would come into the village and have the town gather before them. Then they ask for a sacrifice to the Eye to ask the great 'god' to speed their journey. Then your father could step up, thinking he'll be rid of you, and, if he believes in this 'Eye' rubbish, he'll be held in the Eye's 'good sight'. Lots of '' there... smilies/biggrin.gif

Now I will go read the RPG thread...

Tinuviel of Denton

06-11-2003, 03:43 PM

Thanks, Durelin. I await your message with pleasure.

Got any ideas for a name for the father, anyone? I'm not very good at Arabian-type names. I usually do Celtic-style names. Which Harad is not.

Durelin

06-11-2003, 04:24 PM

Tinuviel - How about Fakhir, it means 'proud' in Arabic. Or...well, just look here for names, these are all masculine:

Masculine Arabic Names (http://www.ummah.net/family/masc.html)

Ealasaid

06-11-2003, 05:30 PM

Great name list -- thanks! I'm sure I can make use of it, too.
I have a post ready for Ahmad that takes place on the evening of the day we are currently in. Can I go ahead and post it? Or should I wait until everyone else is in the same time frame? I don't want to rush anyone or throw anyone off pace.

Durelin

06-11-2003, 05:36 PM

I'd hold off a bit, but not too long. The Priest and Priestesses probably won't be going by the same time frame if you tribesman keep moving this fast! smilies/biggrin.gif Just kidding, but...maybe they don't need to?

Aylwen Dreamsong

06-11-2003, 06:18 PM

Ealasaid, Jasara and Nasir want the children of your tribe to...turn against the elders. Do you think Jasara and Nasir (and Khasia, if she wants to take a sewing break and come along) could have a little...persuasive chat with Chani and Shushila (Ahmad's sisters)? I'll wait for your response before I post!

Helky has disappeared! smilies/redface.gif smilies/eek.gif smilies/cool.gif smilies/rolleyes.gif

-Aylwen

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

06-11-2003, 06:34 PM

Khasia's in if there's room for her on this venture.

Thanks for the tribe structure, Pio, that helps me bunches.

Sophia

Ealasaid

06-11-2003, 06:41 PM

Durelin -- okay, I'll hold off a little bit on my next post. You do have a point there, though. The priests and the tribesmen really don't have to be on the same timeframe just yet. I just need to coordinate with the other tribesmen.

Aylwen -- Yes, a chat is fine with Chani and Shushila. They probably won't go for it, esp not Shushila who is a whining brat, but there are others in the encampment who would listen, namely the ones Ahmad calls the Jackals. They are spoiling for just about anything. smilies/evil.gif Chani, being an adventurous type might be curious at first, but any conversion on her part would be temporary. She is not a good follower. Also, when Ahmad & Yusef get back, they might find a sympathetic ear in Yusef, even though he is a little older (28).

[ June 11, 2003: Message edited by: Ealasaid ]

Aylwen Dreamsong

06-11-2003, 06:43 PM

Right. Thanks Ealasaid and Sophia. Hopefully I'll have a post up by tonight. smilies/smile.gif

-Aylwen

Nerindel

06-12-2003, 07:01 AM

Lyra: Acrobats! oh you'll pay for that smilies/evil.gif smilies/tongue.gif

Ok you'll notice that I've put my spy in your midst (Zasfal), but please try not to figure him out at once smilies/rolleyes.gif, But if I'm reading your characters right (if I'm not please let me know), I would think Damodred would be suspicous anyway smilies/wink.gif

Aylwen Dreamsong

06-12-2003, 02:12 PM

Pio- In my earlier post, I think about two posts up from your latest one, I posted that Khasia came with Jasara and co. to visit the Painted Sand Tribe. Would it work if I deleted my post and saved it until Sophia responds?

-Aylwen

[ June 14, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

piosenniel

06-12-2003, 02:22 PM

Sophia:

Jamílah has approached Khasia and made an offering. (It's inserted at the end of your post)
_____________________________________________

Aylwen:

I deleted my post and placed it at the end of Sophia's post. She can have Khasia respond there if she wishes.

We need to have some sort of interaction between the young and the older, more traditional of the tribe. It would be natural for Jamílah, who is a healer, to want to see how she can mend the rift, if possible.

If that is not possible, it would not be unlikely that those who cannot follow the old ways, or at least show some respect for them, be driven away, in order to protect the tribe as a whole.

[ June 12, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

06-14-2003, 07:59 PM

I'm writing Khasia's reply to Jamilah now, it's taking a bit of thought as to how she'll handle it. I hope to have it up by tonight and then set to work on her response to Ahmad's sisters and how that meeting goes. smilies/smile.gif This game is so good, I like it.

Sophia

Helkahothion

06-15-2003, 02:08 AM

*Barges in(late)*

Sorry I did not post. I had a lot on my mind since it was the end of the year and those teachers from hell gave me about as much to learn in a month as I had to do in a year. Please insert a LOT of profanety in the next couple of lines.

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There, much better. But I shall try to post soon and get into the game a bit more.

Suilad,

Anuion

Durelin

06-15-2003, 04:30 PM

I finally posted again! Sorry about the wait! We must be going, so, if you priest and priestess would post your reaction to Sevora...then I can post our meeting the warriors, or, one of you could after your reaction. You know, use the little stars or dashes to mean 'sometime later' or something...yes...well, anyway, sorry warriors! We're moving. Sorry about the wait, but, at least you're getting to know each other. Just don't kill each other before we get started, eh?

Helky- How are we going to meet up with your character? Where is he? I know he's not with the tribes, so... You are always an oddball, eh Helky?

Delian

06-15-2003, 06:52 PM

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

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

Name:Caruson (Haradrim warrior)

Age:28

Race:Human

Gender:Male

Weapons:Spear, sword, bow, wooden shield, and thick wool.

Appearance:6ft. tall with dark hair and dark skin scared by sand storms and abuse. War paint often covers his face and his cloths are red to symbolize his service to the eye.

Personality: He strives to become a captain and to have a major part in the downfall of the white city in any way possible. To put the rest of his personality plainly, he is evil and will do absolutly anything to serve the eye.

Strengths: He is willing to do anything (even in-humane torture) and he is very fit (he trained all his life for the army).
He is also able to survive in the desert and hunt for food.

Weaknesses: He is very arrogent and believes in his priests so much that he never questions any of their decisions.

History: At his second birthday he saw a captain leading a large army off to war and from that moment on his life was centered on two things, his religion and becoming a captain. Throughout the years leading to this time he rose in military standing very little. He was now allowed to wear the blood red uniform of a seasoned soldier. The two things that had always drivin him now made his life much more complicated. The War of the Ring had started and if he was to have a part in the downfall of Minas Tirith he would have to become a captain very soon.

First Post:
Thack thack thack came the repeating sound of the arrows as Caruson hit the target one time after another. His skill with a bow went almost unmatched for very few archers in the entire city could hit a target at three hundred yards in broad daylight. Caruson did this at night.

Soft footsteps came down the sandy pathway behind him as he hit the target a fourth time.

"Caruson, it is time for sleep. The others are resting for tomarrow, don't you think you should be too?"

"You don't understand. I have not practiced at night for some months." replied Caruson in his harsh dry voice "Don't you see Paursat? The moon is waining and it will be new by the time we get there. I must practice if I am to be much use for fighting at night."

"Who said you would fight?" snaped the
elderly preist's voice

Caruson's glosy eyes glared at him "Who says we won't." At that Caruson turned into the wind, pulled his blood red hood over his face, and collected his arrows. He went to sleep anticipating the slaughter of resistant tibes when they reached their destination.

piosenniel

06-15-2003, 07:29 PM

Delian - Please check your private messages.

~~ Piosenniel Shire Moderator

Helkahothion

06-16-2003, 06:10 AM

Helky- How are we going to meet up with your character? Where is he? I know he's not with the tribes, so... You are always an oddball, eh Helky?

Yes, that was my next question. Where are the warriors at the moment? Thorgom sometimes joins them so it is no trouble to hook up with them, but I need some sort of a location. Just a place would be nice smilies/biggrin.gif

Suilad

Anuion

P.S. Durelin, I am not mad, I am special.

piosenniel

06-16-2003, 10:04 AM

Tribesmen Converts:

Please note Jamílah is concerned about the shadowy influence among the young of the tribe. She will speak with the other elders this evening (Game time) about what to do to solve the problem and keep the tribe healthy.

This may further alienate the young, as certain elders may suggest banning them from the tribe.

piosenniel

06-16-2003, 10:41 AM

One other question

By late tonight (14 or 15 hours from now), Real Time, can I move the timeline along to the evening/late evening of this day we're on?

Does anyone need to get a post on board before then? Is that enough time for people to get their day posts in?

Lyra Greenleaf

06-16-2003, 11:17 AM

Oh now someone wants to be a Corsair? Great.

Hey, did we ever agree on a sign of respect to the Eye?

Oh and this is from the new Rohan rules, so I don't know if they apply to the Shire:
no sexual flirtation
So is what Sammael and Zasfal have been doing wrong?

[ June 16, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]

Durelin

06-16-2003, 12:02 PM

Helky- HELLO!! The warriors have met outside the Citadel. You are a tribesman convert, so we will meet up with you sometime on our way southeast to the tribes. You are camped somewhere in our path, or will move somewhere in our path. You have to decide when you will meet up with us and how. Will we just bump into you, or will you reach a town, hear of us and seek us out, possibly? You have a lot of choices, just think of them and choose which one you want. smilies/biggrin.gif Right...

Delian- I am very grateful you wish to join and thank you, but I am going to have to turn you down a part in this RPG. I am really sorry (Please! Forgive me! smilies/biggrin.gif) but I am not sure I can handle a main character popping in in the middle. It would complicate things a little. I know we aren't far along, but it's still hard. I've gotten used to this small number! I am so sorry, but keep practicing in the Green Dragon and post for a part in the next RPG that strikes your fancy! Thanks, Delian, I hope you understand and there's no hard feelings...?

Lyra- I expect Pio, being the excellent mod she is, would have told you if Sammael and Zasfal were being inapropriate for lack of a better word! smilies/biggrin.gif

piosenniel

06-16-2003, 12:10 PM

Concerning flirting:

Just don't make it of a sexual nature; that is, don't do any lusty, sexual innuendos.

(Don't go any bawdier than you have Lyra, and it will be ok)

Be exceedingly discrete about it. Make a game of it if you wish, in which one character tries to manipulate the other into doing something he/she wants done, or tries to attain some sort of power over the other.

~~ Pio, the mod for this game

[ June 16, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

piosenniel

06-16-2003, 12:19 PM

So . . . is it alright with everyone if I move to late-evening-after-supper in the Game when I return from work tonight?

Ealasaid

06-16-2003, 02:52 PM

That would be great! I have been holding a post that takes place after dark, just waiting for the time to change.

Durelin

06-16-2003, 03:03 PM

First, sorry tribesmen for the slowness of the Priest and Priestesses!

Second, I will be gone all day Friday and all weekend, so sorry...kinda bad that the game owner is...crap... Pio, what should I do?!

Helky - I will PM you soon...concerning a matter of most importance...

Helkahothion

06-16-2003, 03:10 PM

Durelin, could it be possible that you go on the road now so that I can post meeting you? That would be nice. That way, you can go on with me tomorrow. I'm again really sorry to be out of the story at the moment. Humbly appolagise to *ugh* Durelin.

Oh and of course to Pio. BTW, have not gotten word from you your highness. Shall await the PM. Are we planning something?

Suilad,

Anuion

piosenniel

06-16-2003, 03:39 PM

Durelin

Can you just give some direction to your priestess/warriors of the eye as to what they can elaborate on right now.

Perhaps they can do detailed plans for preparation to go on this mission: get the supplies seen to, the men armed, maps of the areas gotten, who will ride on what, where will you all meet to begin the journey, etc.

One of them can be your second in command, looking to curry favor with the Eye and other leaders of the Temple by doing better than your character. You can simply write yourself off for the long weekend as being closeted with the Great Eye - everyone will of course grouse that you are an overstepping, work-shirking parasite whose time, in their opinion, as a Temple favorite will come to an abrupt end when you fail in the mission and they outshine you by saving the day somehow.

And of course the soldiers are the ones on whose backs the burdens of all this lie the heaviest - they should be complaining all over the place for better pay, better rations, and maybe some grudging respect for their most important part in carrying any of this off. This could all take place in some seamy dive where they are drinking their 'farewell cups' (and a lot of them) just prior to shipping off.

The Tribesmen can continue to deepen their side of the story, so that there is a well set up storyline on their part when the Army of the Lidless Eye advances upon them.

How about that? Everyone deepen their side of the story, let us see more of the venue your character is operating in, form some liasons, let your dark, seamy side hang out . . . until next Monday, when Durelin will set the Army of Darkness on the Road.

Durelin

06-16-2003, 04:46 PM

Love ya Pio! That's perfect...your so smart! smilies/biggrin.gif

Anyway, I will post again tomorrow outside the meeting hall. We will meet the warriors for the next few days (it might take that long since my priest and priestess seem to have been busy lately, though maybe not) and then will come our planning period. Yes... Now, Helky, please wait patiently for our movement, all the other tribesmen are, so just chill. The PM will have to come later. I'm busy!!

Okay? Okay. Any questions, don't hesitate to ask. Right.

piosenniel

06-16-2003, 04:57 PM

Helka

Let us see more of your character, too, Where is he, what's it like there, what's he thinking? Invent someone for him to chat up in a lowlife tavern - let's hear what's on this bad guy's mind!

Everyone, since no has objected, I will move the action ahead to the late evening/ night of this day on the story line in about 4 hours when I return from a meeting.

So put a Save on the Game if you need another "today in the morning/afternoon" post.

piosenniel

06-16-2003, 06:40 PM

Note: It is now night time on the Game.

Nerindel

06-16-2003, 10:03 PM

Ok Durelin I have just added a twist to my character, I hope thats ok? smilies/wink.gif
I just thought it would account for the amount of erm,'Specialised' work Ghurdan does for the citadel and also why Sevora hadn't killed him at their last encounter smilies/evil.gif
If any of it doesn't work for you let me know and I will change it. smilies/tongue.gif

I have also move the warriors forwards to night time smilies/biggrin.gif

Lyra Greenleaf

06-17-2003, 12:42 PM

And of course the soldiers are the ones on whose backs the burdens of all this lie the heaviest - they should be complaining all over the place for better pay, better rations, and maybe some grudging respect for their most important part in carrying any of this off.
Sammael's not like that, and Essenia is too...robotic, if that makes sense. On the other hand Sammael would LOVE to spend some time in a seedy dive. OK, having read Nerindel's post no seedy dive, but lots of ale. It's a pity there's just the two of us, but I'm sure we can think up some more insults for each other Nerindel!

Nerindel

06-17-2003, 01:11 PM

I'm sure we can think up some more insults for each other Nerindel!

Sure we can! smilies/wink.gif and maybe a few drunken brawls between the unnamed warriors and Ghurdans crew smilies/tongue.gif (if we get really stuck/just for fun smilies/evil.gif )

Ealasaid please check your PMs (private messages)

[ June 18, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]

Lyra Greenleaf

06-18-2003, 11:56 AM

Pio is there a maximum length on posts? If mine is pushing it a bit (2 pages on word, double line spaced this time) I can reduce the story.

piosenniel

06-18-2003, 04:27 PM

No, you have broken your long post up nicely into paragraphs - so it's easy to read. smilies/biggrin.gif

Helkahothion

06-19-2003, 11:56 AM

Thorgom is at the citadel and has clampsed on to one of the persons outside. So I am in your company. smilies/biggrin.gif

Let's [mix it up]! smilies/evil.gif [edit by mod]

Suilad,

Anuion

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

piosenniel

06-19-2003, 02:31 PM

Tribal Converts

Ismat, the elder of the Grey Parrot clan has just come, hoping to speak with his son, Munir - who has joined the ranks of the young ones, and has delivered the message from the meeting of the Elders.

This, of course, sets up further tension between the two groups.

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

Durelin

06-19-2003, 04:02 PM

Okay, I've posted and I'm off to Connecticut tomorrow. I'm real sorry for my slowness and my being gone, but... Anyway, I hope it is okay that I brought all the warriors together again, since some of you had gone off to an inn. I made it early night time, so, I hope that works out with everyone. Sorry. If I cut off any conversations, you can always go back in time a bit in your post before saying how stupid Sevora is. If anything needs to be edited, I might get it done if you post your complaint soon, but I'll be gone soon...

Right, I'm just loving the tribesmen posts. You guys are great!!

Anything else...I don't think so...

Bye! smilies/biggrin.gif

-Slowness itself, Durelin

EDIT: I did forget something! Nerindel, I love the little twist there...that is great and it does kind of smooth out some of the edges, if you know what I mean. Oh, and you and Lyra are doing great with the insults! smilies/biggrin.gif

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

piosenniel

06-19-2003, 04:46 PM

Aylwen

What if Munir comes home - we need someone to rat to the Elders how strange Jasara is becoming.

Can he hint at how Jasara seems to 'talk' to something though there is no other voice heard.

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

Aylwen Dreamsong

06-19-2003, 05:02 PM

Yes, Munir can rat on Jasara. After a while it would be sort of obvious how distracted she gets at times, and how she'd sort of blank out as if listening to something no one else could hear. Munir could also talk about what went on and what was discussed after Ismat left.

-Aylwen

(Oh yeah, I think my 1000th post was my last post on the RPG thread...Go me!)

[ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

06-19-2003, 06:34 PM

Durelin is not slowness itself-- that's me. smilies/frown.gif I apologize guys, but I hope that my posts have been quality when I do manage to get them in.

Another post for Khasia coming tonight.

Apologizing profusely-
Sophia

I have added faces to two more of the rebel group. For your convenience I am listing the names here.

Ralah- timid and young, Female

Narisa- good with plants, female

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]

piosenniel

06-20-2003, 02:30 AM

If it's alright with everyone - may I fill in my SAVE on the game thread and bring us to morning?

Let me know if you need to post previous to the morning post and I will move my post.

[ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

Ealasaid

06-20-2003, 08:00 AM

I need to put in a very early morning (pre-dawn) post. Does that count as night or morning?

Nerindel

06-20-2003, 10:50 AM

Lyra I liked your post very amusing story smilies/wink.gif just one thing! Zasfal's hair really isn't that long, it stops about half way down his ear smilies/tongue.gif

Durelin I know your away, but i'll post this just now anyway smilies/wink.gif I wasn't quite sure what you post was getting at..... eh with all the giggling and stuff... it quite threw me for a whilel. smilies/eek.gif but after reading it a few times I assumed it was all mockery, so I've gone with that smilies/evil.gif hope thats right!!!

Helkahothion it was Ghurdan's arm you grabbed and he was none to impressed, but luckily for Thorgom the priestess arrived smilies/evil.gif smilies/wink.gif

piosenniel

06-21-2003, 03:39 AM

Ealasaid

I did save you a place - if you want you can PM me your post and I'll put it on the Game for you.

Or, I can move my post.

piosenniel

06-21-2003, 05:50 PM

Please note: If you find an edit on your post to the game, it will usually be because you have forgotten to delete your signature.

[ June 21, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

Nerindel

06-22-2003, 04:43 PM

"Priest Naramarth and Priestess Dristi, will give you any futher orders."

So Lyra do you think this means we have to wait for Arien and Arelendil to post before we continue???

Durelin

06-22-2003, 07:10 PM

I'm back! And it looks like I left you confused! smilies/frown.gif Sorry!

Nerindel - Two things:

1.
I wasn't quite sure what you post was getting at..... eh with all the giggling and stuff...

It threw you off, eh? Good...you see, Sevora is just a nut. It was mainly mockery, but also, she just thinks she's so funny! smilies/biggrin.gif

2. You can go ahead and post, Arien and Arelendil haven't been posting very often, and you could probably post the orders they give. I mean, just basic stuff about supplies and such. Don't get into too much detail.

I just thought, perhaps you already posted. If you did, I'll just edit all that junk out. I'm going to check the RPG thread, it's just that I always check discussion threads first...for some reason...

Arien

06-23-2003, 02:57 PM

Err.. I havnt been posting much because I am not exactly sure what Dristi is supposed to be doing.

Ealasaid

06-24-2003, 08:00 AM

Sorry I have been kind of slow with the posts lately -- I don't have a computer at home at the moment & all of the sudden work got very busy. I should have the computer problems straightened out by this weekend. In the meantime I will try to get posts in as much as I can.

Ealasaid

06-24-2003, 07:42 PM

In case anyone is wondering about my second-to-last post, Fouad is (was) the leader of the young ones of the Painted Sand tribe. I've mentioned him a few times in passing in relation to the stabbing that took place in the Painted Sand camp a few nights earlier. His execution is of great importance to the Painted Sand converts, as it leaves them without a leader.

This is a great opportunity for the Baobab converts to step in! smilies/evil.gif

Durelin

06-25-2003, 02:00 PM

Okay. Finally, I am going to get us moving.

Arien - Sorry about your confusion. I just ask you to voice your confusion when it begins next time. I will bring you and arelendil with me, so you can begin posting again as we travel southeast. Howzat?

If anyone is lost, please just say so immediately. Am I confusing everyone badly? I am good at that.

A thousand apologies,
Durelin

Helkahothion

06-25-2003, 02:05 PM

Question, where are the people at the citadel now?

Suilad,

Anuion

Durelin

06-25-2003, 02:09 PM

Helka- I just posted that we are moving out of the Citadel now. We are heading southeast, passing through the streets of Umbar out into the desert, then on to the grasslands where we will meet the tribes.

I have made the time on the game around noon. Is that okay with everyone? I can change it if it is a problem.

Helkahothion

06-25-2003, 03:02 PM

I posted us on the road. Is that okay?

Suilad,

ANuion

Durelin

06-25-2003, 04:47 PM

Great...we've got a dirty Haradrim warrior. Helka, I got a bit lost when you talked about the axe flying away. Did he throw it to try and impress Dristi? Oh, and I'm not sure she would be uncomfortable with you looking at her...

Was that post appropriate, Pio?

Aylwen Dreamsong

06-25-2003, 09:33 PM

Note: Late this Friday evening I will be going on a road trip/ vacation. I will be gone from June 27th - July 7th.

Sophia knows how Jasara acts, so I trust her to carry along Jasara for the few days I am gone. smilies/evil.gif

Hopefully I can get a post in before I leave.

-Aylwen

Helkahothion

06-26-2003, 05:27 AM

You guessed it right. It could not exactly fly away on it's own right? Those type of weapons are not allowed. If you are aiming for the love thing, if it is not flat r-rated stuff, it's allowed. I think kissing is allowed, but it ends there.

Suilad,

Anuion

Nerindel

06-26-2003, 08:32 AM

Hehehe, I've posted again catching Ghurdan and Zasfal up to the present and we are now making wagers on Thorgom's advances on Dristi, I have also invited Sammael and Damodred to join in this wager smilies/biggrin.gif

I think Arien's first post makes it quite clear how she'll respond to Thorgom's advances. Can't wait to read your next post Arien smilies/cool.gif

I don't think you've got any chance of getting that kiss Helka smilies/tongue.gif or if you do you might just regret it. [laughs]

Aylwen Dreamsong

06-26-2003, 02:41 PM

The young now have Chani tied up to a tree. If you really wanted her to get away, Ealasaid, just let me know. Then I'll hopefully edit her running away in time before I go on vacation. If I don't get time to edit and you want me to, hopefully pio would be so kind.

-Aylwen

Tinuviel of Denton

06-26-2003, 05:59 PM

May I make a post setting up the situation in the village?

piosenniel

06-26-2003, 08:59 PM

Tinuviel

Please do make a post which sets up the village and what it is like and who you are.

Ealasaid

06-27-2003, 08:23 AM

Aylwen -- that's fine about having Chani tied to the tree. I will try to get a post in today to follow up.

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

06-27-2003, 12:49 PM

I will try to carry Aylwen's character as best I can, but my game opened yesterday, and I'm up to my neck in several downs related things right now. I'll be in and out, but the converts might be a little quiet for now.

Sophia

Ealasaid

06-27-2003, 03:19 PM

Okay - no problem. The resisters have a few things going on that we can deal with in the meantime.

Nerindel

06-27-2003, 06:40 PM

No! No! No!

Helka, what are you thinking?

1/ the crew are now wearing their own clothes that Ghurdan had brought from his ship.

2/ The packs they are carrying are their own, with their own gear! as far as I'm aware?

3/ Ghurdan is above whinning, but Zasfal on the other hand would moan like mad smilies/wink.gif

4/ In general Ghurdan holds himself above the other warriors, incease you haven't noticed the only person he has spoken with is Zasfal and that was only to assertain info and to give orders, yes he spoke to Thorgom also but that was just in answer to his question and to stop himself from doing something rash smilies/tongue.gif

5/also Thorgom's threat would hold no sway with Ghurdan, He does not fear his own death he has battled Ithilen rangers, Dol armoth battle fleets,assasinated leaders and survived!!(as is mentioned in Ghurdans bio) It would work better on Zasfal, anger him, yes! but it would also terrify him.

Ok, I've saved a spot for my next post, but I'll wait to see if helka edits his post, If not then Ghurdan is going to have to react as his vicious nature requires smilies/evil.gif smilies/redface.gif

Lyra Greenleaf

06-28-2003, 04:25 AM

I hope no-on minds that I mentioned Sammael being put in joint charge with Ghurdan like we discussed?

Nerindel

06-28-2003, 04:51 AM

Lyra, thats fine by me. I was waiting for Durelin to post something about that, but I don't think it matters who posts it, as long as it is posted smilies/biggrin.gif

Helkahothion

06-28-2003, 05:25 AM

I'll edit. But I understand we are carrying packs. We need supplies right? Just food is not enough in the desert if you want to survive with a large party. I'll change it into Zasfal. It would be more fun to smack a newbie anyway smilies/evil.gif

Abedithon le,

Anuion

Nerindel

06-28-2003, 06:09 AM

erm...Ok, Helka, Thanks for the Edit.
I have to go to work now so I will put up my post some time tonight smilies/wink.gif

Tinuviel of Denton

06-28-2003, 03:44 PM

Okay, I've put up a post that sort of sets up the village. If it's confusing or something, let me know and I'll edit it.

Nerindel

06-28-2003, 08:21 PM

Ok folks, I've put my post up.

I have also moved us forward, we are now about to enter the desert and Ghurdan is waiting for Sevora to tell them in which direction they will be traveling. I hope that ok with everyone smilies/smile.gif

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

07-03-2003, 05:08 AM

I have posted (finally).

Khasia is taunting Chani. Ealasaid, what do you want us to do with her eventually? And how exactly does she feel about the prospect of rebelling? I realize she's pretty well established as being on Ahmad's side, but is her disgust toward Yusef enough to push her into our camp?

Will pay more attention in the future, now that the flurry of my game's opening is done.

Sophia

piosenniel

07-04-2003, 12:28 AM

Durelin

Once the troops get to the little town described by Tinuviel - How far away do you envision the tribes to be?

Durelin

07-04-2003, 09:48 AM

I am really sorry, but for eight days now my phone has been down!! Argh! smilies/mad.gif I have a lot of catching up to do, and I'll do my best...

Pio - I believe only about two days journeying will get us to the tribes.

Okay, I'm going to check out the RPG thread and my PMs, then I'll get back to you on anything else I see... Argh, I'm sorry about this!

EDIT: Yay, we're doing okay! It seems you guys do better without me!

[ July 04, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

Helkahothion

07-04-2003, 12:30 PM

It seems you guys do better without me!

Will not say anything, will not say anything, will not say anything.

Have a balrogwing Durelin smilies/smile.gif

Will that be game time or real life time Durelin?

Abedithon le

[ July 06, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ]

piosenniel

07-04-2003, 01:08 PM

So, the plan is:

1.) Go to the village that Tinuviel set up for you, make and example of her character. (two days Game time?)

2.) Then come, say 1 days march, to where the Baobab and Painted Sand tribes are?

Once you've done the sacrifice, either Ealasaid or I should do a post where word travels to us that this dark army is on the way, and that someone was killed for resisting.

This should excite the young converts and have the older tribe members making some makeshift plans.

Ealasaid

07-05-2003, 08:07 AM

Ealasaid, what do you want us to do with her eventually? And how exactly does she feel about the prospect of rebelling? I realize she's pretty well established as being on Ahmad's side, but is her disgust toward Yusef enough to push her into our camp?

uhhh.... I hadn't really thought it out that far yet. I will try to have something up here & in the game to let you know what she is up to by sometime today.

Lyra Greenleaf

07-05-2003, 12:28 PM

Sooo....I've been waiting to post for a while as I'm a little confused. How far are we from the village exactly? What are we going to do- camp or stay at an inn? Why do we make an example at all, is it because they aren't devout enough? Is it OK for Sammael to rebel, he won't like this at all...?

piosenniel

07-05-2003, 12:43 PM

Lyra - according to Durelin's post above - the troops are two days away from Tinuviel's village.

Why don't you go ahead and get them to within striking distance of the village - camp on the outskirts (I doubt it's big enough to have an Inn to house all of you). Send someone in to see what the village is like, bring back a little report on it to the High Priestess or the Captain of the troops.

This is your first strike among the desert dwellers for the Eye - you'll want to rattle your sabers, give them a taste of how powerful the Eye's troops are, strike fear.

There will be a trader there from the Baobabs who will hightail it back to the tribe (a day's journey from the Baobabs and Painted Sanders) to warn them what is coming.

Lyra Greenleaf

07-05-2003, 05:07 PM

according to Durelin's post above - the troops are two days away from Tinuviel's village

Having read again what you're talking about, it says this:

I believe only about two days journeying will get us to the tribes.

So I'll make it so that the village is just less than halfway between us now and the tribes but if I have to change it one way or the other, that's fine.

So will we camp overnight and make an example of Tinuviel in the morning?

[ July 05, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]

Durelin

07-05-2003, 05:59 PM

I need to clarify, I see. Sorry about the confusion...

Pio - I thought you asked how far we were from the tribes themselves, not just the village. Still, I didn't really give a real clear answer. How does this sound? (I'm going to add one more day...I have something planned):

Once we reach the village, we will be about two days from the tribes.

And, I have a post for us reaching the village now. So, let me see what Lyra's post is like, and see how it will fit in, and if anything needs to be changed.

Nerindel

07-05-2003, 06:17 PM

ok, it's the school hols and my kids are keeping me busy, so I promise I'll try to post tommorrow.

Lyra love your post smilies/wink.gif it really gives me loads to work with, thanks smilies/biggrin.gif
but I'll wait to see Durelin's post before I work mine.

Durelin

07-05-2003, 06:33 PM

Lyra - Your post is at night, right? So, if I have my post that has us enter the village the next morning... Essenia and Zasfal are scouting, so I guess I should wait until Nerindel can post until I post mine.

Is that right? Nerindel? Lyra?

Thanks!

I'm not sure what to post now... I still have to punish Dristi, but I have to wait until we're in the village. Not the proper supplies, you see. Oh, and I think I'll clear my punishment with you, Arien, just in case... So, check your PMs!

Oh, yeah, and I like the post, Lyra. Like the thing with Essenia! Is that the first time she's ever worn a dress, by the way? She couldn't really flirt then, could she? smilies/wink.gif smilies/biggrin.gif

Thanks again, everyone!

[ July 05, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

Ealasaid

07-05-2003, 07:28 PM

Chani will not be converting. I guess I have made that pretty clear with my post... smilies/biggrin.gif

She does not scare or intimidate easily, though, and she is definitely not scared of Jasara or Khasia (perhaps foolishly). Her sister Shushila is the one who scares easily. I've noticed that you guys keep writing her as though she is frightened of them. She would have been bewildered at first, but now she is just angry. smilies/smile.gif

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

07-06-2003, 05:15 AM

Thanks for the note, Ealasaid, would you like me to change it? She's not scared at all?! I guess that's foolish smilies/tongue.gif. Khasia probably would have fun killing her.

Sophia

Lyra Greenleaf

07-06-2003, 05:35 AM

Nerindel, when you post for Zasfal feel free to make Essenia do what you like, only make sure she shows reluctance. She'll do what she's told to but most likely she'll be looking daggers at Zasfal. I'll do her reactions after...

Ealasaid

07-06-2003, 10:32 AM

Sophia -- I didn't quite follow your last post. Unless Khasia plans to kill Chani while she is still tied to the tree, she won't have an easy time of it. Also, I wouldn't be too quick to kill her as that would bring the entire Painted Sand tribe (with the exception of the PS converts) down on the convert camp, swords drawn. Since they are a warrior society, they are not pushovers.

Nerindel

07-07-2003, 07:45 AM

Ok, I've finally found the time to post again smilies/biggrin.gif. I'm soory if it's to long, but I think I've covered everything smilies/wink.gif

Lyra if there is anything you don't like, let me know and I will change it. I've left it open so you can post what we found out about the village and the tribesmen, hope thats ok. I wasn't sure how Essania would react to Zasfal taking the blame/credit for the incident in the inn so I also left that open. smilies/tongue.gif

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

07-07-2003, 08:29 AM

Ealasaid- Eek! I should make myself clearer. I meant that while Chani is tied, it would be wise for her to be frightened, because Khasia would consider killing her very entertaining. Be that as it may, she has no plans to do so. Sorry. smilies/tongue.gif

Did you want me to edit and make her seem less frightened in my post?

Sophia

Helkahothion

07-07-2003, 08:35 AM

Might I just compliment you on that post Nerindel? It was cool. I'm really enjoying that Zasfal character. He makes me laugh. The punchingbag of the expedition. Man you're a genius.

My post is up, no further planning done, just a little rat hunt.

Abedithon le

Ealasaid

07-08-2003, 09:00 AM

Sophia -- no need to edit, but thank you for offering! smilies/smile.gif

Chani IS a bit apprehensive, to say the least.. just angry, too. No one in their right mind wouldn't be at least a little scared under similar circumstances.

Don't mind me.. just a little cranky as I am working 10 hours a day, 6 days a week right now.

Durelin

07-08-2003, 07:34 PM

Rise and shine all you people! It's morning in the game! (If you tribesmen aren't ready for morning, finish up your evening/night stuff anyway...)

Also, Helka, I have to tell you - I don't think either of the Priestesses or Essenia would empty their stomach over a couple of dead rats...seriously. Have one of Nerindel's acrobats throw up if you must... smilies/biggrin.gif

But I am serious about that. None of the women on this journey would do that!

Lyra Greenleaf

07-09-2003, 03:16 PM

Oopsy, Pio could you move my post after Nerindel's?

Nerindel

07-09-2003, 05:05 PM

Oh! no! Poor Zasfal.
Lyra are you implying that Zasfal gets slapped about a bit more smilies/eek.gif

Ok, if this is so I will need to know how badly Sevora would have beat him smilies/frown.gif

piosenniel

07-09-2003, 05:55 PM

Lyra

Your post is moved! smilies/smile.gif

Aylwen Dreamsong

07-09-2003, 11:38 PM

My post is up in my saved spot. About thirty (can edit the numbers if necessary) of the Painted Sand young have gone missing, for they have been rescued by the almighty Jasara, speaker for the Eye. smilies/wink.gif smilies/rolleyes.gif

Talk about a love of dramatics smilies/wink.gif .

-Aylwen

[ July 10, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

Helkahothion

07-10-2003, 06:07 AM

I'll edit it right away Durexy. Sorry for the character miss-interpetation.

Abedithon le

piosenniel

07-10-2003, 12:13 PM

The Baobab tribe is moving east, to add their numbers to the Painted Sands encampment.

Durelin

07-10-2003, 06:30 PM

Well, Rahvin has finally made an appearance by himself. Nerindel! smilies/biggrin.gif

Ummmm...has anyone seen Arelendil lately? I am missing Naramarth... Perhaps someone should take over the character?

Nerindel

07-10-2003, 06:36 PM

Ok, my post is up smilies/biggrin.gif

Durelin I wasn't sure if the group were marching to the village square straight away or if you wanted them to make camp on the outskirts first so I just finished with them approaching the village, I can edit when you let me know which it is smilies/wink.gif

ok Durelin I've just read your post and I'm not quiet sure what your getting at, [Blinded Ghurdan of his folly?]. are you referring to Zasfal and the fact that Ghurdans infamous temper has not arisen smilies/evil.gif or have I lost the plot and you are referring to something completely different

[ July 10, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]

Tinuviel of Denton

07-10-2003, 07:43 PM

I have the post for Falia's d*ath scene ready, is there anyone who needs to make a post before it? It covers most of the day, but only the parts relevant to the sacrifice itself.

I will go ahead and put it up, but Pio feel free to move it if anyone's post needs to precede it.

[ July 10, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]

Helkahothion

07-11-2003, 04:43 AM

Thank you for not killing the father yt Tinuviel. I thorougly enjoyed that. smilies/evil.gif

I hope it's not too gruesome?

Abedithon le

Aylwen Dreamsong

07-11-2003, 12:05 PM

Durelin & co. - When do you think the people of the Eye will get to the tribes (Real Time and/or Game time)?

Pio - Which tribe do you think is going to be intercepted by the Evil Eye folk first? The Young or the combined Baobab and Painted Sand?

-Aylwen

piosenniel

07-11-2003, 12:58 PM

Aylwen

I would think there should be a scene where the Dark Troops encounter the combined B/PS tribes and try to 'seduce' them if you will, into accepting the offering of the Eye with promises of riches/greatness/favors/etc.

The B/PS tribal Elders should then confer - and of course reject the offer of the Priestess. Her sweet words will then escalate into threats, and I think it is at that time that the Eye should lead the Young to the Dark Troops.

In the meantime - the Young should go into hiding - they are holding the daughter of the leader of the PS. The PS and the B tribe who have now joined them will be hunting for the captive and will have no qualms about killing a few of the defected, convert children.

It would be an interesting scene if the Young came to offer their assistance to the Priestess - her troops would of course stop them, and thinking they are just raggedy little trouble makers from the backwards tribes would try to run them off or arrest them. Then the Priestess would hear of them and welcome them into the fold.

Just my opinion - Durelin may have other plans, of course!

Lyra Greenleaf

07-12-2003, 06:23 AM

Nobody minds that I removed Sammael from the sacrifice do they? It's just that what's already posted didn't leave much room for him to protest and he wouldn't just stand there.

Nerindel

07-12-2003, 08:26 AM

ok, I have put up two posts but I think both will need to be moved (Look's apologetically to pio) The first one needs to go between Durelin's post for Rahvin and Tinuviel's excellent sacrifice post smilies/biggrin.gif

And the second would probably be better before Ariens last post were she enters the inn to face Sevora.

Sorry, pio if this is any trouble smilies/frown.gif

piosenniel

07-12-2003, 12:29 PM

Nerindel

I don't mind placing posts. But please put them on the Discussion Thread next time with the date and time of the post wou want them to follow (and the name of the writer of that particular post)

Thanks! Makes it easier for me - Pio smilies/biggrin.gif

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Posts have been moved - please check they are in the correct places. smilies/biggrin.gif

[ July 12, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

Lyra Greenleaf

07-13-2003, 11:57 AM

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

07-13-2003, 12:28 PM

Khasia had sat sullenly beside Chani's tree. Long hours crept by while the Painted Sand girl taunted her. Khasia didn't move, didn't speak, just silently turned the dagger over in her hand. She was so angry she could not. Jasara wanted to keep her weak, keep her powerless. Jasara wanted to keep her out of the action and away from any who might someday follow her. She was as powerless here as she had been with the old.

"Don't you even hear me?" came Chani's voice from above her. "Do you have no pride in your people?" Khasia rose, eyes blazing. It was more than she could handle, being insulted by this prisoner, this girl tied to a tree. Moving quickly she thrust the dagger into the tree trunk only a few inches from Chani's face.

"My people have never given me what I wanted. My people will never give me what I want." Chani's eyes were fixed on the dagger quivering in the wood beside her cheek. "I bear little loyalty to my sister today, and you would be wise to remember it." She pulled the dagger back out of the wood and returned to her seat at the foot of the tree. For a time, Chani was silent.
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Pio, could you paste this in before Aylwen's post where she returns with the Painted Sand youth? Thanks much.

Sophia

piosenniel

07-13-2003, 01:45 PM

The post is placed smilies/biggrin.gif

Everyone - please remember when you want a post placed to tell me the date and time of the post you want it placed before or after and the name of the writer of that post.

Makes it easier - so I don't have to read through a post and decide if that's the one you meant.

Nerindel

07-13-2003, 08:49 PM

So Thorgom didn't spot Sammael and Damodred at the inn then, Helka...? I don't suppose it really matters, they could have missed each other. But just to clarify- when did we set up our tents? It seems like we walked to the village, did the sacrifice...and now we have to set them up! Or did someone mention it and I didn't notice?

hehe Ghurdan's in the inn too! I Have only posted that he went to the inn, but he would likely be sat in some dark corner smilies/wink.gif

Lyra Ghurdan sent Zasfal back with the crew to set up the camp smilies/wink.gif

Pio thanks for moving my posts, yes they are in the right place smilies/biggrin.gif

[ July 13, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]

piosenniel

07-13-2003, 09:07 PM

Does anyone need to do another post during this daytime on the game - or would it be alright if I moved it to night time?

I can leave a couple of SAVES and people can put their posts on the Discussion Thread if they need to post something.

No problem if everyone needs it to stay day - Jamílah can wait. smilies/evil.gif

Aylwen Dreamsong

07-13-2003, 09:59 PM

I don't think the young need a post for during the day, unless Ealasaid as Chani or Sophia want to post.

-Aylwen

EDIT: Awww, Pio! There goes my army of young! Revenge will be sweet, the Eye says so! smilies/evil.gif smilies/smile.gif

[ July 17, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

07-15-2003, 10:47 AM

Aylwen, took me a little longer than I promised, but our revenge has been enacted. smilies/evil.gif:

Sorry, Pio, I will make sure that I tell you the date the next time.

Aylwen, Ealasaid- what on earth have we done with Chani during these last few posts? Pio's gang didn't rescue her, I didn't think, but I didn't know what to do about her so I just ignored her existence in my post.

Sophia

happy 1500 to me smilies/wink.gif

Ealasaid

07-15-2003, 11:17 AM

Sorry! I have been away from the computer for a couple of days. I meant to have Ahmad & some of the Painted Sand men go to the Young Ones camp during the day. Is it too late now? Should I edit my last post & move on??

piosenniel

07-15-2003, 11:26 AM

Ealasaid

If you decide to follow up on your previous post - you can write one that I can insert somewhere, saying you were able, or not, to find Chani and retrieve her.

I do think someone from the Painted Sand should find the bodies of the dead children and bring report back to the camp of it.

Ealasaid

07-15-2003, 12:08 PM

Yes, I would like to use one of those saves to follow up on my last post. Since there is no mention of Chani in the night raids, they can rescue her in the afternoon.
Thanks! I have the post mostly written & hope to get it to you shortly.
I will also try to write another one in reference to finding the bodies of the children.

Ealasaid

07-15-2003, 02:06 PM

Sophia & Aylwen: I just sent my post to Pio in which Ahmad rescues Chani from the convert camp.
Sophia: I had Khasia cut out Chani's tongue. I hope that works for you. smilies/wink.gif

piosenniel

07-15-2003, 02:26 PM

Well Durelin! This game is dripping blood all over the place! Even the good guys are bloodthirsty! smilies/evil.gif

Aylwen Dreamsong

07-15-2003, 02:38 PM

Sophia (Concerning Chani) - I wasn't sure about her whereabouts after Pio's invasion either, but Eala has taken care of it. smilies/evil.gif

Eala - Thank you for not invading the camp like Pio did during your last post. It would have made confusion in counting our dead. smilies/smile.gif

Everyone - Excellent posts!

-Aylwen

piosenniel

07-15-2003, 02:56 PM

Aylwen

About how many youngsters are you thinking your contingent has in it - ball park figure.

Aylwen Dreamsong

07-15-2003, 04:13 PM

Lets see...

In the invasion, we lost a total of eight good fighters to stranglement and throat slitting. Not to mention all the children that were rescued.

Jasara, Khasia, Nasir, Najah, and Uri killed nine children who were worthless to them and carried them away.

So, most of the young left probably range in the ages from 14/15-25, as most of the youngest have been, shall we say, 'disposed of'. I suppose the group of rebel young have about 30-40 left, and most of them are at least semi-competent fighters.

-Aylwen

[ July 15, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

Helkahothion

07-16-2003, 04:36 AM

Well Durelin! This game is dripping blood all over the place! Even the good guys are bloodthirsty!

Good guys?

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

07-16-2003, 09:05 AM

Ealasaid- Nice post! Khasia was thinking about cutting out Chani's tongue anyway. I didn't want to maim your character without your permission.

Yikes guys, this game is getting really nasty... smilies/evil.gif

piosenniel

07-16-2003, 10:28 AM

Can the army of the Eye hold off actually reaching the Tribe until the Painted Sands and the Baobab get something worked out.

You are of course free to trudge endlessly closer to us . . . smilies/wink.gif

Thanks

Lyra Greenleaf

07-17-2003, 12:39 PM

Pio could you put this in the first save place please, it's at night.
“Anyone care to lose a little money?” Sammael called in the middle of the camp. He wanted to forget what he couldn’t prevent; the image of a faceless girl screaming in terror kept appearing in his mind. He waved his cards at a member of Ghurdan’s crew who glanced his way, then again at Zasfal. Both looked uncertain.

“Come on” Sammael called again impatiently. “I’ll play with my eyes shut if it’ll make you feel better!”
“No need for that” answered a tall man, another of the acrobats. He was broad as well as tall, slow moving and slow speaking.

Sammael grinned widely at the thought of easy money. Quickly he lit a torch and put it into the ground, then sat cross legged on the floor and began to deal. Calmly his opponent sat himself down. They played a hand, and Sammael won easily. The man paid, showing no signs of ill-will, then gestured Sammael to deal again.

“Deal for three” Zasfal said from behind Sammael, then sat between the other two men. Sammael grinned wolfishly at him and did as he was bade. This hand was harder fought- the crewman had good cards, and Zasfal was a sneaky player with some talent. Sammael won, but the next went to Zasfal. During the fifth game, Zasfal smiled maliciously.

“I didn’t see you when the Priestess performed the sacrifice” he said with a sideways look.
Sammael ignored him.
“I would have thought that someone as dedicated as you would have been watching keenly” Zasfal added with feigned nonchalance.
Sammael shrugged, but the visions of a girl screaming were back.
“Why don’t you tell him about it Arun?” Zasfal asked the crewman.

The monosyllabic man looked surprisingly eager, and began to recite had happened in great detail- the strike of the knife, the site of the blood as it dripped slowly to the ground, the convulsions of the dying body, the look on the girl’s face from the first realisation what was happening to the pallor of death.

Sickened, Sammael lurched to his feet and vomited. Zasfal snorted, then began to laugh. He was soon joined by the other man. Anger coursed through Sammael.
What kind of a man will watch as a woman is killed? he thought with disgust, eying the two men still seated on the ground. Slowly he drew his belt knife and walked towards the crewman Arun. He jumped to his feet, drawing his own knife, but his shoulders were still shaking from laughter. His glance told Sammael that he expected a weak opponent, one who would not kill- one that would show mercy.

Without warning he lunged and caught the other man off guard. He withdrew, then lunged a second time, knocking the man’s knife from his hand. Finally Sammael looked into the man’s eyes and slowly drew his knife across his throat. With satisfaction he watched the body fall, and life leave the man’s face. He looked around. Zasfal had run, that was not surprising. Maybe one day it would be his turn, but not now. Feeling much better Sammael cleaned his knife on the fallen man’s sleeve and walked away to his tent.

So, if anyone fancies punishing Sammael, that's fine. His defence would be that they got in a fight, he won, what's the big deal? Or if revenge is better then like I said, Nerindel, you could kill/ attack Damodred.

Ealasaid

07-17-2003, 01:24 PM

Thanks, Sophia! I'm glad we were thinking in the same direction. smilies/wink.gif
Khasia was thinking about cutting out Chani's tongue anyway. I didn't want to maim your character without your permission.
Thanks for your consideration! I could tell Khasia was really spoiling to do something to shut her up.

piosenniel

07-17-2003, 04:46 PM

Lyra

To make your post fit in time wise, I placed it on one of my night-time posts:

07/14 4:50 a.m..

Durelin

07-17-2003, 06:22 PM

Berate me if I'm wrong, Lyra, but I think I have toh to you guys! I haven't been here in waaaay too long!! Argh! Beat me with sticks, please! Or use the knife...

smilies/biggrin.gif Anyway, I am really sorry that I haven't been here and been posting. We'll reach the tribe in three days (gametime), how is that?

Pio - Sorry to bother you, but I need this post put at the end of Arien's post: July 12, 2003 09:53 AM

"What do you want, Sevora."

Such indignation, incompetence from the girl. She demanded, questioned, insulted like a child. Why, how, was she still a part of the Order, considered a greater follower? Only one last thing would proove that the girl lacked practically everything to make her one worthy of her position. How did she handle punishment, punishment that is obviuosly overdue. A spoiled brat, that was what she was, or at least what she showed of herself. There was always room for improvement...

Sevora's lips curled into a smile once more, a smile mocking warmness. Her eyes burned with excitement and actual happiness. "Please, Dristi, sit." She motioned to a wooden stool in the center of the small room, empty except for a bed and washstand. Dristi took the seat, showing no sign of fear, no cautiousness. Not bad, Sevora thought. So far...

Rahvin stepped out from the shadows in the corner, making no sound. He raised up the end of a rope, looped and knotted. He handed it to Sevora over Dristi, who still sat defiantly on the stool. Not bad… All in a second Sevora slipped it around Dristi's neck and tightened it. Another second passed, and the other end of the rope was over the beam in the rafters of the room, the priestess pulling at it.

As Dristi was lifted further and further into the air with each creak of the beam, Sevora began to giggle. She had picked this room accordingly, throwing out its residents. Her giggles cut off sharply, ending as if they had never emerged from her mouth. Her voice was still thick with satisfaction, and what was most likely glee. "You will feel what it is like to die, or feel that you should be dead, and you will be marked for your shame."

Sevora smiled up at Dristi, who had not thrashed one bit. It drained a bit from Sevora's contentment, but as she watched the woman's eyes roll into the back of her head…Sevora felt much fulfilled. She pulled out her belt knife, giggling again, and began slowly sawing at the rope, taking as much time as she felt she could without killing her…though of course she would not have many regrets if she had miscalculated. Finally she cut through the rope entirely, and let Dristi fall to the floor with a thud.

A second passed where Sevora's heart leaped, and she couldn't stop herself from grinning broader, mischievously. Was she dead? But then Dristi began gasping for breath, sitting up and clutching her throat. Sevora let out a sigh and swooped down to cut the noose from around Dristi's neck. Remaining crouched before the woman, Sevora ran her finger along the puffy red line around the girl's neck, smiling once more. "That will stay with you, Dristi, for a very long time. As long as the memories, I hope."

Thanks! Now I will go try and move us along...

Oh, and I want to congratulate Tinuviel for a steller performance as a sacrafice victim! *claps* I'm a little late, but...*trails off into incoherent muttering*

piosenniel

07-17-2003, 06:28 PM

I'll place your post as per request - but later.

3 days game time would be great - the tribes (Ealasiad and I) are working out a joint plan that will fit in with the game needs, since realistically, what they would have done is ridden in on the young one's camp and annihilated them in a joint venture.

~~ Pio

Tinuviel of Denton

07-17-2003, 06:56 PM

Well, thank you Durelin. I rather enjoyed writing it (no idea why...). And if you have toh to us, how in ME are we supposed to be able to switch you like they did to Egwene?

I'm still following the game and I must say that I think you people are very good at being evil.

Lyra Greenleaf

07-18-2003, 11:33 AM

So Durelin, how did you work out that you have toh? You did what- lied/cheated/stole...? I suppose I should expect such ignorance from a treekiller! Where do you stand on the issue Tinuviel? Answer carefully (and by PM I guess smilies/wink.gif ).

What will we be doing for three days then, just walking slowly as suggested?

Helkahothion

07-18-2003, 02:33 PM

Berate me if I'm wrong, Lyra, but I think I have toh to you guys! I haven't been here in waaaay too long!! Argh! Beat me with sticks, please! Or use the knife...

You mean I can actualy? Really? Honestly? Oh my god, I have been waiting for this all my life. Smash, kill, beat, stab.

So, when will we be heading out for the painted sands camp? In realtime days of course.

Abedithon le

Lyra Greenleaf

07-18-2003, 05:36 PM

Helka, you're certainly NOT aiel, therefore no beating with sticks. And did you have to make Sammael sound pathetically wimpy? He could at least have put up a bit of a fight.

Tinuviel of Denton

07-18-2003, 09:39 PM

Is the Army of the Eye still in Budur? If so, I'd like to make a post that deals with the familial aftermath of the sacrifice. If that's not okay, I will delete this post and you can all forget I made it.

I'll have to forget about this idea, I just don't have the time for it, sorry.

[ July 21, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]

piosenniel

07-18-2003, 10:32 PM

Tinuviel

As far as I can see from the game (I just reread the last page) the army is still at the village.

Go ahead and get your post on board - even if they move the army out tomorrow real time, you can put your post on the discussion thread and ask me to put it into one of the SAVES I've made.

Nerindel

07-19-2003, 05:24 AM

Ok everyone I am currently writing a post that will take us (Warriors) into the next morning, it will deal with Lyra's character Sammael and his murder of one of Ghurdans crew smilies/biggrin.gif

I should have it up some time tonight, But Lyra If you wish to continue I will give you a rough out line, one of the crew has went and informed Ghurdan of all that has happened, Ghurdan then goes to Sevora to seek permission to deal with the murderer himself, which she grants, with the condition that he is not killed and that Rahvin is to aid him. so the next morning Ghurdan and four of his crew will assualt Sammaels tent the four crew will restrain Dammodred while Ghurdan deals with Sammael, don't worry I will make sure he puts up a good fight smilies/wink.gif His hands will be bound his weapons and shirt removed and he will be tied to the back of the wagon, where he will discover that Zasfal has received the same punishment from Rahvin. ok ?

Pio could you please save one of the saved spots for me and I will send my post to you when it is complete smilies/biggrin.gif

~Nerindel~

Helkahothion

07-19-2003, 06:14 AM

Lyra: I'll see what I can do.

piosenniel

07-19-2003, 10:40 AM

Nerindel

I've saved a spot for you.

Lyra Greenleaf

07-19-2003, 04:20 PM

Wow this evilness is starting to get slightly scary. Everytime I read about Chani I feel sick...

Anyway, about the punishment Nerindel- if you want to get back at Essenia too for failing in the village, you could make her look after Zasfal and Sammael. She would HATE that. If you think this is a good idea, tell me and I'll post it. Or you can set it up if you want.

Thanks for the edit Helka. And for the pladge of allegiance. Will we have infighting before the end? That would be a lot of fun, but would it be too complicated?

[ July 19, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]

Aylwen Dreamsong

07-21-2003, 03:21 PM

Sophia - Your PM box is full. smilies/smile.gif Could you pretty please make a post about the young packing up and leaving (since Rijal saw the scouts) and heading for the Army of the Eye? You could have Jasara and/or Khasia make a big speech about how the Eye was coming and whatnot. We need to hurry before Pio and her army of old people attack! smilies/smile.gif smilies/wink.gif

-Aylwen

[ July 21, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

07-21-2003, 05:38 PM

Definitely, Aylwen. My PM box is clear now. I should have it up sometime tonight. smilies/wink.gif

Sophia

Nerindel

07-21-2003, 06:54 PM

Lyra
Yes I like your Idea about Essenia, and I would like to see how she would deal with Thorgom smilies/evil.gif

Helka

I have just reread your post(Very funny by the way smilies/biggrin.gif ) But I just want to point out that neither Sammael or Zasfal are on the cart, they are being dragged behind it, you may wish to reflect this in your post smilies/wink.gif

[ July 22, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]

Helkahothion

07-22-2003, 05:24 AM

Infighting? What on earth is that? If it is complicated, it sure sounds interesting. But ehm, no girl messes with Thorgom. He'll wack her of the cart sooner than you can say: Auch! smilies/evil.gif

Just a hint.

Abedithon le

Sophia the Thunder Mistress

07-22-2003, 12:26 PM

Pio, could you put this in one of the later SAVE spots please? smilies/smile.gif Thanks much, and sorry it's a little late.

Khasia heard Jasara’s cry from across the camp. Pushing her sweat-soaked braids out of her face she wrenched her spear from the target it had recently lodged in. She crossed the camp quickly, finding her sister with a look of near panic on her face. “Jasara?”

“Go tell Uri that there is an army of the Eye coming near here. When it is close enough we will meet up with them. We will crush the elders." Jasara’s words were hurried, and Khasia couldn’t readily identify her expression. Her tone though was confident, and obediently Khasia ran across the camp to where the Painted Sand youth had set up their sleeping spots.

Several minutes later, she and Uri left the Painted Sand area, Khasia set out around the edge of the camp, her bare feet sending clouds of dust billowing behind her. She could see Uri running the other direction, toward where Nasir’s group were practicing with the longsword. As she ran, Khasia barked orders to the children she passed. “Go to Jasara! Pack your things and gather at the stream! Go! Now!”

A group of the young formed around the place where Jasara stood. As Khasia reached the place where her own things were, she dropped to her knees and began stuffing things haphazardly into her large carrying basket. Jasara’s words were beginning to reach her, she was beginning to think about their implications. The army of the Eye. She shuddered, thinking about Jasara’s face, Jasara’s confidence, confidence she didn’t always share. But this army… Khasia tightened her lips. There might be opportunity there, for the ambitious. Ambition was one thing Khasia had in quantity. Slinging the basket over her shoulder, Khasia made her way over to the stream where Jasara was beginning to speak.

“For too long the old have held us captive. For too long we have lived in fear of them and their revenge. We need fear them no longer!” The confidence in Jasara’s voice was unmistakable, but the crowd of children stirred uncertainly. “An army draws near.” She called, over the voices of the muttering youth. “An army that will side with us, an army that will protect us! We will go to them as soon as Najah has returned. Gather your things, we will move soon!”

The group dissolved, nearly silently. The murmurings of the children followed them across the grounds. None of them entirely trusted whatever voice led Jasara, but all were confident of her leadership skills. Khasia surveyed the camp, watched the young pack the remainder of their things, kick sand over the fires. “What is in this for us, Jasara? Why are we giving ourselves over to them?” Khasia spoke under her breath so those that followered wouldn’t hear her doubt. Jasara’s face grew still, as though she listened.

“Great glory, sister.” She answered, the glint in her eye brightening. Khasia smiled.

The running form of Rijal jerked Khasia out of her musings on power. “Najah is coming!” he cried. “They are here!” Jasara and Khasia exchanged glances, and Khasia moved out around the camp, whispering to the leaders, nudging along the slow. Shortly all traces of a camp had vanished, only a trail of footprints in the dust pointed to where the young had gone.

Aylwen- I wrote quite a lot for Jasara, so if any of it needs changing, let me know. smilies/wink.gif

Sophia