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piosenniel · 03-20-2004, 12:28 PM

DEDICATED CHARACTERS

1.) Arvedui III's character – to be kept secret for now

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2.) Carlas' character

Name: Durin son of Dain

Race: Dwarf

Age: mid thirties

Description: Durin has a long, brown beard that reaches down to his waist to which he has become very proud of, and normally boasts about to many of the younger dwarves. He wears little armor, only enough to protect him, preferring not to weigh himself down with needless ornaments and he has dark brown eyes that have always had a glint of youth and mischievous in them.

Personality: Durin has grown over the years to become a strong and proud dwarf, but never misses the chance to have fun and just enjoy life. He is very close to his parents, and he enjoys being able to take his time and appreciate the finer things in life such as drinking and singing, but would never miss the opportunity to go travel again. Even though he can be very good-natured, Durin can still be very hot-tempered and does not often give in easily making him quite stubborn at times.

Weapons/Skills: Durin usually carries a simple axe that he has had and fought with for years and was given to him by a friend long ago in Erebor. He also has many throwing axes which he has only learned to use over the past few years, but his most prized is a well-made axe of ancient design, its hilt cleverly covered with dwarvish runes, which his father gave him right before the large battle at Erebor.

Character Strengths/Weaknesses: Durin is a strong warrior and prides himself on his skill with an axe. He is very loyal and would fight to the death for his friends and family, the only thing that weakens him is his anger. He can be very tempered and stubborn, which can be fatal in battle.

History: Durin was born and raised in Erebor by his two loving, but sometimes strict parents. He has traveled throughout Eriador with his father, and together they joined a party of warriors who traveled from The Shire to Erebor to fight in a great battle against the attacking orcs . Since then he has remained in Erebor with his family and friends.

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Carlas’ post

The Sun was high in the air as Durin walked with his mother down the hot streets of Erebor. The sky was cloudless and the rich blue seemed even brighter than usual. Durin looked around at the buildings and roads around him, thinking about the last few years he had spent in Erebor. He loved it here, it was his home, but he needed to leave and explore the world outside again, like he had done years ago, with his father. Now though, he would not be with his father Dain since he had left to visit friends in Mirkwood a few months back, Durin was going to finally be responsible and be able to watch over himself instead. But, as much as he had always wanted just that, he couldn’t help but wishing that his father could come along to find Rhun, the Land of Riches with him. It had been a myth for years, and now he and a group of dwarves were going to find Rhun, and the legendary body of water with the shining lights, but his father would not be there.

Glis, his mother, looked over at him thoughtfully and smiled her warm smile that she kept especially for him. “Do not trouble about your father.” She said as though reading his mind. “He is getting on in years, as am I, and we know that you are ready to take care of yourself.” Durin nodded and stared at the ground in front of him. Glis stopped suddenly and took her son’s bearded face in her hands. “Your father and I are very proud of you. You are a strong and skilled dwarf, and you are going to go find Rhun! Think of how pleased your father will be when he hears of where you are going, this journey is like no other you or anyone else will ever take. Be proud son.”

Durin looked up into his mother’s eyes and smiled from under his long beard. “But father will be even more proud when I bring him back a great sack of treasure!” Glis laughed and nodded. “Of course, but I better get a sack five times larger than his!”

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It was nearly noon by the time Durin and his mother finally reached the Great Hall. They had walked around after their talk, and chatted about everything and anything, as Durin looked about the beautiful city one last time before leaving on his journey. He was sad to be leaving, but he was now becoming excited. Who knew what kind of things they would find in Rhun, and from what he had heard, it sounded like a beauteous land.

He turned to face his aging mother who smiled kindly down at him. They didn’t say anything, and didn’t need to say anything. Durin knew his mother was sad to see him go, they had become very attached over the years, but Glis knew how important it was for Durin to finally be able to leave on his own and learn to be responsible for himself. She walked up to her son and embraced him tightly, not wanting to let go. As they pulled apart, she kissed him gently on the forehead.

Durin and his mother smiled sadly at each other for a moment before he finally turned towards the Great Hall. Glis watched him walk away and silently whispered “Goodbye Durin, son of Dain, my son.”

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3.) Eruantalon’s character

Name: Eruantalon, but friends call him Erulon

Age: Born in 2824 From: Gondor

Appearance: He is a man that stands 5" 10' inches with dark hair and eyes. He is a fair skinned man. He weighs about 200 he is very strong and quick. He wears a black cloak. He has gray pants and brown boots. His shirt is a darker gray than his pants. He wears leather boots. He carries a large satchel with many items like books, maps, medication, leather skins for drink, food, weapons, tobacco, extra cloths. Imagine a Boromir type. But more happy and friendly.

Personality: A kind hearted person who loves nature and middle earth deeply. He is friends with all the peoples of middle earth. Erulon is quick to happiness and slow to anger. But when he does anger he often can't control it. So he does have faults, though he always wishes to protects what he loves. He is very brave but knows sorrow’s depths. That is what fuels his bravery. He is clever and a good scholar; but that doesn't mean he makes no mistakes or wrong guesses.

Weapons and items: Well I mentioned many above. But there are still greater items he has. His inner strength is his greatest weapon.

He has a sword given to him by Galadriel. It was forged by the Noldar before they left the Valar. It is amazingly sharp and strong. It glows when evil is near. Not orcs particularly but anything that is an instrument of Morgoth. It is two thirds his own height. Then there are his bow and arrows. They are gondorian in make, but large and powerful. He also carries a great dwarven battle axe, forged in Moria long ago.

History: A great warrior and minstrel Erulon travels only with friends. He often stays in Lothlorien or in Rivendell. He stops often to Gondor to see his brethren Rangers. He has fought many battles along side all the races of Middle earth. He lost his one true love early in his life, soon learning that he must go on. His duty to protect and help the people of middle earth has given him weapons and gifts. Knowing that he is meant to follow wherever the path of need is, he goes along befriending all that meet him.

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Eruantalon's post

The hills gave way to Erebor under the lonely mountain. Seeing this sight again made Erulon's breath leave him. The mountain's beauty only grew with each day. Now he looked on it with older eyes - yet its roots grew stronger and its people greater. Life was good here in the dwarven kingdom. And his old friend would be meeting him soon for new adventures. As always, with the race of Aule, it was again about finding treasures. Yet this was no dark task. The promise of a good journey with old friends was high.

Now, to make sure his kind friend didn’t get in any harms way while on this journey. The promise of riches so great can often make one stray. But he knew the hearts of these people that they where not as subtle as many in middle earth. A kind and good race lived here under the mountain. They knew the value of what hard work can give one. And yet the grievances that can some times follow them.

Coming to the great gate he hailed the guards. They waved back with smiles and greeted him warmly, remembering the man from a great battle several years earlier. "Erulon you have come! Going off on the journey from what we hear. Make your way in now. You Your friend is with his father in the Great Hall.”

Making his way down into the city he caught many familiar faces. One who was vary familiar, and he crept up behind the dwarf while his back was turned. The man though tall could walk very quietly.

"Durin! You’re here! I see you're not off on this journey yet.”

“Ahh, good friend, what are you doing here? Bali just sent word out a few days ago! Good to see you here, though. We are making our way off tomorrow. Ready yourself, Erulon and prepare for a grand journey!”

“Indeed, my old friend! We’ll have enough time to talk. I see you have many things to take care of for now. We’ll be drinking good ale by a fire side soon!”

Few of the errands made for riches ended well. On the last journey there were many unforeseen dangers that almost killed him and the whole company. Hopefully, this journey with Bali would turn out better. “Always stay on guard”, he muttered to himself. Life in Erebor was fair, but the wilds of a far off land where ominous to say the least.

Bali was shocked that Erulon had arrived so early. They sat long into the night around the fire, discussing the journey that would occur in the morning. The dwarf confided of his worries with the man, explaining that they were leaving more on impulse than knowledge.

"Well, what does it matter, anyway?" replied the man. "We are exploring a new land, not going on a mining expedition. Any information we bring back will be valuable."

Later, Erulon made his way up to his room, aided by Kalin. He found a splendid array of food ready for him. The night was coming on fast and he would need to rest. Laying his arms up to the side of the bed he got comfortable in his room.

Just then a knock at the door came. Kalin’s face was light by a candle. “One more thing Erulon. The master has bid you to take a horse. He’s found one that you could use and thinks it best. You cannot ride on our animals since you’re too large. Would you come pick one early tomorrow?”

“Tell the Lord I appreciate his kindness and thank him. I will make my way down early in the morning and be there ready and saddled.” Nodding his head Kalin shut the door for the night then opened back up swiftly. “Ahh yes, did you need anything else my friend?”

“Just good nights sleep and the assurance of a ready breakfast tomorrow. Bread will be fine with milk if you can?”

“Very good! And good night.”

03-20-2004, 12:28 PM	#5
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	DEDICATED CHARACTERS 1.) Arvedui III's character – to be kept secret for now ************************************* 2.) Carlas' character** Name: Durin son of Dain Race: Dwarf Age: mid thirties Description: Durin has a long, brown beard that reaches down to his waist to which he has become very proud of, and normally boasts about to many of the younger dwarves. He wears little armor, only enough to protect him, preferring not to weigh himself down with needless ornaments and he has dark brown eyes that have always had a glint of youth and mischievous in them. Personality: Durin has grown over the years to become a strong and proud dwarf, but never misses the chance to have fun and just enjoy life. He is very close to his parents, and he enjoys being able to take his time and appreciate the finer things in life such as drinking and singing, but would never miss the opportunity to go travel again. Even though he can be very good-natured, Durin can still be very hot-tempered and does not often give in easily making him quite stubborn at times. Weapons/Skills: Durin usually carries a simple axe that he has had and fought with for years and was given to him by a friend long ago in Erebor. He also has many throwing axes which he has only learned to use over the past few years, but his most prized is a well-made axe of ancient design, its hilt cleverly covered with dwarvish runes, which his father gave him right before the large battle at Erebor. Character Strengths/Weaknesses: Durin is a strong warrior and prides himself on his skill with an axe. He is very loyal and would fight to the death for his friends and family, the only thing that weakens him is his anger. He can be very tempered and stubborn, which can be fatal in battle. History: Durin was born and raised in Erebor by his two loving, but sometimes strict parents. He has traveled throughout Eriador with his father, and together they joined a party of warriors who traveled from The Shire to Erebor to fight in a great battle against the attacking orcs . Since then he has remained in Erebor with his family and friends. ~~ Carlas’ post* The Sun was high in the air as Durin walked with his mother down the hot streets of Erebor. The sky was cloudless and the rich blue seemed even brighter than usual. Durin looked around at the buildings and roads around him, thinking about the last few years he had spent in Erebor. He loved it here, it was his home, but he needed to leave and explore the world outside again, like he had done years ago, with his father. Now though, he would not be with his father Dain since he had left to visit friends in Mirkwood a few months back, Durin was going to finally be responsible and be able to watch over himself instead. But, as much as he had always wanted just that, he couldn’t help but wishing that his father could come along to find Rhun, the Land of Riches with him. It had been a myth for years, and now he and a group of dwarves were going to find Rhun, and the legendary body of water with the shining lights, but his father would not be there. Glis, his mother, looked over at him thoughtfully and smiled her warm smile that she kept especially for him. “Do not trouble about your father.” She said as though reading his mind. “He is getting on in years, as am I, and we know that you are ready to take care of yourself.” Durin nodded and stared at the ground in front of him. Glis stopped suddenly and took her son’s bearded face in her hands. “Your father and I are very proud of you. You are a strong and skilled dwarf, and you are going to go find Rhun! Think of how pleased your father will be when he hears of where you are going, this journey is like no other you or anyone else will ever take. Be proud son.” Durin looked up into his mother’s eyes and smiled from under his long beard. “But father will be even more proud when I bring him back a great sack of treasure!” Glis laughed and nodded. “Of course, but I better get a sack five times larger than his!” ~~~~~ It was nearly noon by the time Durin and his mother finally reached the Great Hall. They had walked around after their talk, and chatted about everything and anything, as Durin looked about the beautiful city one last time before leaving on his journey. He was sad to be leaving, but he was now becoming excited. Who knew what kind of things they would find in Rhun, and from what he had heard, it sounded like a beauteous land. He turned to face his aging mother who smiled kindly down at him. They didn’t say anything, and didn’t need to say anything. Durin knew his mother was sad to see him go, they had become very attached over the years, but Glis knew how important it was for Durin to finally be able to leave on his own and learn to be responsible for himself. She walked up to her son and embraced him tightly, not wanting to let go. As they pulled apart, she kissed him gently on the forehead. Durin and his mother smiled sadly at each other for a moment before he finally turned towards the Great Hall. Glis watched him walk away and silently whispered “Goodbye Durin, son of Dain, my son.” ************************************* 3.) Eruantalon’s character** Name: Eruantalon, but friends call him Erulon Age: Born in 2824 From: Gondor Appearance: He is a man that stands 5" 10' inches with dark hair and eyes. He is a fair skinned man. He weighs about 200 he is very strong and quick. He wears a black cloak. He has gray pants and brown boots. His shirt is a darker gray than his pants. He wears leather boots. He carries a large satchel with many items like books, maps, medication, leather skins for drink, food, weapons, tobacco, extra cloths. Imagine a Boromir type. But more happy and friendly. Personality: A kind hearted person who loves nature and middle earth deeply. He is friends with all the peoples of middle earth. Erulon is quick to happiness and slow to anger. But when he does anger he often can't control it. So he does have faults, though he always wishes to protects what he loves. He is very brave but knows sorrow’s depths. That is what fuels his bravery. He is clever and a good scholar; but that doesn't mean he makes no mistakes or wrong guesses. Weapons and items: Well I mentioned many above. But there are still greater items he has. His inner strength is his greatest weapon. He has a sword given to him by Galadriel. It was forged by the Noldar before they left the Valar. It is amazingly sharp and strong. It glows when evil is near. Not orcs particularly but anything that is an instrument of Morgoth. It is two thirds his own height. Then there are his bow and arrows. They are gondorian in make, but large and powerful. He also carries a great dwarven battle axe, forged in Moria long ago. History: A great warrior and minstrel Erulon travels only with friends. He often stays in Lothlorien or in Rivendell. He stops often to Gondor to see his brethren Rangers. He has fought many battles along side all the races of Middle earth. He lost his one true love early in his life, soon learning that he must go on. His duty to protect and help the people of middle earth has given him weapons and gifts. Knowing that he is meant to follow wherever the path of need is, he goes along befriending all that meet him. ~~ Eruantalon's post* The hills gave way to Erebor under the lonely mountain. Seeing this sight again made Erulon's breath leave him. The mountain's beauty only grew with each day. Now he looked on it with older eyes - yet its roots grew stronger and its people greater. Life was good here in the dwarven kingdom. And his old friend would be meeting him soon for new adventures. As always, with the race of Aule, it was again about finding treasures. Yet this was no dark task. The promise of a good journey with old friends was high. Now, to make sure his kind friend didn’t get in any harms way while on this journey. The promise of riches so great can often make one stray. But he knew the hearts of these people that they where not as subtle as many in middle earth. A kind and good race lived here under the mountain. They knew the value of what hard work can give one. And yet the grievances that can some times follow them. Coming to the great gate he hailed the guards. They waved back with smiles and greeted him warmly, remembering the man from a great battle several years earlier. "Erulon you have come! Going off on the journey from what we hear. Make your way in now. You Your friend is with his father in the Great Hall.” Making his way down into the city he caught many familiar faces. One who was vary familiar, and he crept up behind the dwarf while his back was turned. The man though tall could walk very quietly. "Durin! You’re here! I see you're not off on this journey yet.” “Ahh, good friend, what are you doing here? Bali just sent word out a few days ago! Good to see you here, though. We are making our way off tomorrow. Ready yourself, Erulon and prepare for a grand journey!” “Indeed, my old friend! We’ll have enough time to talk. I see you have many things to take care of for now. We’ll be drinking good ale by a fire side soon!” Few of the errands made for riches ended well. On the last journey there were many unforeseen dangers that almost killed him and the whole company. Hopefully, this journey with Bali would turn out better. “Always stay on guard”, he muttered to himself. Life in Erebor was fair, but the wilds of a far off land where ominous to say the least. Bali was shocked that Erulon had arrived so early. They sat long into the night around the fire, discussing the journey that would occur in the morning. The dwarf confided of his worries with the man, explaining that they were leaving more on impulse than knowledge. "Well, what does it matter, anyway?" replied the man. "We are exploring a new land, not going on a mining expedition. Any information we bring back will be valuable." Later, Erulon made his way up to his room, aided by Kalin. He found a splendid array of food ready for him. The night was coming on fast and he would need to rest. Laying his arms up to the side of the bed he got comfortable in his room. Just then a knock at the door came. Kalin’s face was light by a candle. “One more thing Erulon. The master has bid you to take a horse. He’s found one that you could use and thinks it best. You cannot ride on our animals since you’re too large. Would you come pick one early tomorrow?” “Tell the Lord I appreciate his kindness and thank him. I will make my way down early in the morning and be there ready and saddled.” Nodding his head Kalin shut the door for the night then opened back up swiftly. “Ahh yes, did you need anything else my friend?” “Just good nights sleep and the assurance of a ready breakfast tomorrow. Bread will be fine with milk if you can?” “Very good! And good night.”