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

Yes – Sailing Away. Currently playing in Corsairs and Corsets and A House Divided

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

The Green Dragon

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NAME: Collothion (father)/Cuilad (son)

AGE: 58/16

RACE: Gondorian

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Collothion carries a sword in a scabbard he wears on a tan leather belt. The sword has a disk shaped pummel, a slightly rounded crossguard, and a long, narrow blade. Collothion also carries a short knife with a handle made from the antler of an unknown animal that he uses to cut vegetation and anything else he may use in his work.

Cuilad carries a short, broad bladed sword that Collothion bought for him on his 13th birthday. The sword has a disk shaped pummel and a straight crossguard. The boy also uses a short knife similar to his father’s except for the handle which is made of a dark wood.

APPEARANCE: Collothion is a tall man (6’4) with broad shoulders and a small waist. His graying red hair lies upon his shoulders with a natural wave and frames the features of his face which are long like the rest of his body. His small gray eyes reveal the experiences of a man who has hurt beyond measure and cares for all life that is precious. His long and rather pointed nose shadows his small mouth and thin lips. In the center of his chin is a deep cleft which only adds to his character.

Cuilad is only a couple of inches shorter than his father and has yet to fill out his lanky frame. His hair is red, much brighter than his father’s and is cut just above his shoulders. His facial features match those of his father except for his large round green eyes…his mother’s eyes. These eyes have lost some of their innocence, but are far from hardened, and sometimes, when his father looks down into his eyes, Collothion can see his wife looking back at him.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Collothion loves his son more than anything in the world, since the boy is all he has. Once, he had been an outgoing man, but his demeanor changed when his wife died. He is now quiet and soft spoken, even though he is strong in spirit. He cares deeply about the life of all things in Middle Earth and takes his work very seriously.

Cuilad is an active teenager who enjoys being out of doors and many physically demanding activities. He is an ordinary boy in all ways except that he is mute. Many of the children in Minas Tirith gave him a tough time when he was younger, and he had to prove himself through many fights with other youngsters. It didn’t take long until the other children respected him as one of them.

Cuilad is a hard working, intelligent young man who is looking forward to following his father's footsteps. He is eager to please his father and is always there to lend a hand.

HISTORY: Collothion married late, not because there were not eligible women, but because he just hadn’t found the right one. Then he met Arenieth, she was a much younger woman by just over twenty years. She had an illness that brought her to the Houses of Healing where Collothion cared for her. During her one month stay, the couple connected on many levels and fell in love. A few months later they were married. Barely a year later, a baby was on the way, and Collothion was ecstatic. However, Arenieth had many complications during her pregnancy and she didn’t make it through the delivery. The baby boy was healthy but because of the trama he suffered during his birth he could not talk. Collothion named the boy Cuilad, or Life Renewed, because with the loss of the only woman he’d ever loved, he gained the most precious gift a man could have…a son.

Collothion raised the boy on his own, and at the age of 15, Cuilad expressed an interest in his father’s work as a healer. Being proud of his son, Collothion agreed to train him in the ‘art’.

When King Elessar sent notice that Arnor was to be resettled, Collothion somehow knew he was to go. He and Cuilad didn’t have a family holding them to Minas Tirith, so he volunteered almost immediately. Cuilad was a little disappointed at first since he would be leaving his friends, but his attitude quickly changed when they set out on the road. He enjoyed being on the road exploring with his father for new herbs along the way.

First Post
“Cuilad! Quick bring me the bag.” Collothion watched as a young girl stood up in the back of her family’s wagon and toppled off. A brief moment later, Collothion was off his horse and at her side. Cuilad untied his father’s tan medicinal bag from his own horse and lugged it to the scene.

Collothion looked the girl over. She couldn’t have been past her sixth or seventh year, and her tears stained her dust covered face. The only damage Collothion could see was a large gash in her left shin from landing on a rather sharp stone.

“You’ve taken quite a tumble, Miss.” He smiled kindly as he wiped a tear from her cheek smearing the dirt. “Cuilad, boil some water and find my alum.” Collothion tore a strip from a rag he carried in his pocket and tied it around the child’s leg to stop the bleeding. In the meantime, Cuilad followed his father’s instructions, first putting water on a small fire, and then digging in the bag for alum. He finally found the root and handed it to his father who immediately crushed a small portion of it before sprinkling it into the water.

The girl’s parents realizing what happened stood over Collothion and Cuilad with worried expressions. The healer reassured them that she was a lucky little girl for coming out of the fall with only a minor injury. As soon as the water boiled, Collothion cleaned the cut with the mixture and bandaged the small shin.

The family thanked him profusely before returning to their wagon and heading on their way. The only thanks Collothion wanted was the sweet smile given by the child…it made his work worth every minute.

Cuilad dutifully picked up after his father and stomped the fire out. After tightly tying the tan bag back to his horse, the men returned to the road. Several hours passed without further excitement when they crossed the last of hills that surrounded their destination. The sky was painted with a dazzling array of reds and pinks as the sun was lowered behind the hills in the west. The water of the lake already reflected the night sky. Collothion caught his breath taking the view in and turned to his son whose eyes were the size of saucers. Cuilad met his father’s gaze and smiled broadly nodding with approval. The joy in his son’s face caused Collothion to laugh aloud.

The father and son both nudged their horses with their right foot and followed the folk in front of them. As soon as they reached the bottom, Cuilad worked to raise their tent within the circle, while Collothion started his rounds before all was dark. Many of people had fallen ill along the way, and some were even lost. He checked tent by tent to see all was well. Jolly voices rose around him wherever he went. Only a few folk needed his assistance, and he did what he could when the need arose. However he was looking forward to checking on a special patient…a small boy who’d had a rough time on the journey.

Collothion could see the boy’s mother outside cooking, and he called to her waving. “Hello, there, Madame Illith.” He bowed his head slightly as she waved and smiled enthusiastically. “I came to see how the boy is.”

“Oh, Collothion. He’s doing wonderfully well. He ate a full meal today.” The news lightened the man’s heart and he asked her if he could look in on him. Nodding, the woman opened the curtain to the tent, and Collothion stepped in.

The light from a candle showed Bregand’s small face. “He’s getting his color back,” Collothion said to Illith who nodded in agreement. “I can already tell this place is special. The air of Arnor will return his health.” The man spoke softly with his eyes intensely searching the boy’s face for any signs of waking, then he turned quickly to the boy’s mother and thanking her he quickly left the tent and made his way back home.

Home, the thought just hit him and he breathed deeply with anticipation of all that was to come in this place. Yes, Home. In just a few minutes, Cuilad was visible. The boy had already kindled a fire and was cooking something in a large pot. Collothion grinned with excitement and put his arm around his son patting him on the shoulder. With a slight squeeze, Collothion told him, “This is our new life, son.” Cuilad warmly returned his father’s hug, and then went back to stirring the hot stew over the fire.

[ July 29, 2003: Message edited by: alaklondewen ]