It's not too late for me to join I hope. My RPG's are rounding up and I am looking for a new one. Things are kind of on a low fire in the RPG section since the party started. Things are kind of on a low fire everywhere. Oops, I'm babbling. Here is my character:
Name: Sir Alewine Wayfarer
Age: 26
Nationality: Ithilien Scout
Short physical description: About 1.89 meter high. Circle beard around the mouth. Wears green clothing and a brown cloak. Long white hair, mostly tight down in his neck, but loose if possible.
History/motivation: Sir Alewine was born out in the wild. His parents raised him as a civilian from Gondor, although he never saw it much. He has sworn loyalty to the city after a Gondorian soldier saved him from an Orc raid, which sadly cost the life of both of his parents.
Alewine now travels along with a group and tries to kill the soldiers of Sauron at any likely possibility. When the letter from the steward arrives, he does not think twice and goes to Gondor head over heals.
Possessions: A long bow, short sword, buckler and a chainmail fest. He has a waistbelt that contains al type of herbals that can cure wounds and cuts inflicted with nasty weapons. Quite skilled with handling potions as well.
First post:
Alewine walked trough the rugged bushes of Ithilien, keeping in mind the message he had been given. It was like it was yesterday when he got the letter that bore the seal of the white tower. Actually, it was yesterday. The letter had stated:
Sir Alewine Wayfarer,
You are ordered to report to the great gate of Minas Tirith an hour before sunlight tomorrow. An officer of the Citadel Guard named Sir Mindalel will be in the inside of the gate. Speak to him for more orders. Prepare for a week of riding in the snow and combat. Horses will be provided.
Denathor, Steward of Gondor
He was so excited. It was two years since he had sworn loyalty to Gondor. And he was not forgotten. As the growing got thinner, he saw the great walls of Minas Tirith growing. It had always impressed them, the way they looked. Not even twenty Orc armies where going to break that thing down. Minas Tirith was surely the safest haven in whole of Middle Earth. As he went to the gate, he saw others standing there. It appeared that he was not the only one who was not forgotten. He reported at the gate and soon afterwards, Sir Mindalel came walking out to greet the others.
There you have it. It would be an honour to write with you all.
*Bows and salutes*
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