Mirkwood Endgame Planning/Discussion Thread

[piosenniel]

Nicely done, GW! I've put your character bio and post on the proposal.

Now we just need Gaya, Eiz, Vitto, and Tara to get theirs on board.

~*~ Pio

[Gayahithwen]

NAME: Gayahithwen.

AGE: Approximate 800 years.

RACE: Silvan Elf.

GENDER: Female.

WEAPONS: A knife.

APPEARANCE: She is on the shorter side for an elf, but otherwise quite typical with black, fairly long hair; grey eyes and fair skin. She is most used to wear dresses, but at the start of our game, she is seen wearing leggings and a tunika, due to recent happenings.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: She is calm and thoughtful and easily gets caught in her own daydreams. She is very friendly and her trust in other people is almost ridiculously high. She is a fairly good cook, but a lousy fighter, and would rather run away than stay and fight - not because she's cowardly, but because she knows her limitations.

HISTORY: She grew up in Mirkwood and her history to this point had been quite uninteresting. She worked as a kitchen-elf in Thranduil's castle, and the most exciting that ever happened was her getting in trouble for daydreaming a few times, and all the interesting guests she'd see around the place.

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Does this look alright, Pio?

Also, I just realised I'm not fully sure about where our group is standing - in the original game, we were freed by an elf of Lothlorien - Laryelion. Are we still counting that as having happened, and we are going to get recaptured, or will we just... ignore that and go on as we were before those last few posts? This is kinda... necessary to know to know what to do in my first post... the time line concentrates mainly on Rudhchamion's group, after all.

[piosenniel]

Your character bio looks fine, Gaya! I'll put it up on the proposal.

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Thali:

Where do you want Gaya's character to be so she can put together a post for her.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

[Taralphiel]

Here are the profiles for Taralphiel and Eriador. I have a joint post for them, so take a look and give me any details you want to tweek with and change, and it'll be done!


Tara


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NAME: Taralphiel

AGE: 22

RACE: Human

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Taralphiel has only a dagger in her boot. She has had little training on how to use it, with the exception of hunting for her own food.

APPEARANCE: Taralphiel is 5’ 7”, with waist length blonde hair and striking green eyes. She is dressed in simple riding gear, with sturdy boots and a long cape. Though with her long time in the Woods, her clothes have become very worn.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Taralphiel has undergone a great change once leaving her home in Calembel. Once a rather bright and carefree young woman, she has learnt much of hardship. At first this brought her into a great depression, leaving her wondering if her choices were at all wise ones. But recently her companions have noted a great resolution and determination to save the one that she loves.

Taralphiel has no great skill in battle or strategy, often leaving her to be rescued by her Elven companions. However, she has begun to show a keener sense to the world of evil surrounding the woods, and it is unknown how this gift will effect her.

HISTORY: Taralphiel grew up in Calembel, a small town lying between Rohan and Gondor. She was betrothed to a local town leader, but instead chose to marry a young Rohirrim warrior by the name of Eriador. Leaving her town, they were separated when Eriador was called to a great duty. Now Taralphiel seeks him out, convinced that he is somewhere in Mirkwood…

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NAME: Eriador
AGE: 27

RACE: Human (Rohan)

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: When he is fully armed (and not captive.), Eriador carries two daggers on his belt, and a broadsword, made by his father. He is also proficient in the bow, but does not carry one, as he prefers his sword and closer combat.

APPEARANCE: Eriador is about 6 foot, with the characteristic features of a strong young man of Rohan. He keeps his shoulder length blonde hair, making his brown eyes more visible. But his face is younger and more boyish than the hardened warriors of the Eored, among these men is his father.

PERSONALITY/ STRENGTHS/ WEAKNESSES: Eriador is a young man that follows his heart. That is what lead him to Taralphiel is the first instance, and to Mirkwood in the second. He has a strong loyalty to his heritage, and forever values the strength of Rohan. But such traits can lead to stubbornness. He will not give up on a good cause, no matter the cost to himself. However, when those dear to him pay that cost, he begins to wonder if this attribute in him is such a good thing…

HISTORY: Eriador grew up in Edoras, and was trained to be a member of the Eored. When he was around 25, he left on a journey to Gondor, and chanced upon the small village of Calembel, where he met and wed Taralphiel. His plans were to take her back to his family in Edoras, but they changed when news was brought to him of a disturbance in Mirkwood. Now he has found himself captured in a dungeon, unaware of his exact location, and not knowing what has become of Taralphiel.

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Taralphiel's post for Eriador and Taralphiel

Taralphiel slumbered restlessly in the branch of a tree, her cheek pressed against the soft fur of the wolf pup Khelek. She had lost count of the nights she had spent just this way, and the increasing disturbance of what she saw while she slept.

Hr dreams lead her through another dark passage, her fingers could feel the moist dank of the rough walls. And in the corner, shown only with a sliver of the moons’ light, a figure sat slumped in the corner. Her hair dangled off his brow in dregs, down over his eyes. He looked in rags, though her skilled eyes could make out those rags had once been regal garments of a soldier, a warrior. His breastplate still shone, though dully. But all other sign of his place were gone, not a sword, nor a shield.

Taralphiel did not need any more detail to discern who this man was. She called out to him, her voice becoming hoarse, though those slumbering beside her could only hear whimpers. She cried out his name, and pleaded with him.

“Eriador, please! I am here! Listen to me!”

The figure looked up, his eyes still veiled, his head moving about, his shoulders stretching back. Even in the muck of his prison, Eriador looked as though he held some hope, though his body would not recognize it. She could hear his laboured breathing as he whispered to himself.

“This dreams…they are so vivid. I wonder what it is she is doing now…”

Eriador lifted his head to the small gap in the tall cell, so the moonlight could light up his face, and Taralphiel could see his familiar, yet now care-worn face.

“I will work my way out of this cell, and back to her, so I am not haunted so….”

Taralphiel jerked her head up from its rest against Khelek, and sighed. She sat up and pressed her palms to her face, shrugging her sore shoulders with effort. Khelek turned a curious glance up at her, and she threw him a weary smile.

“These dreams grow longer, that is all. I shall manage…”

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[Thalionyulma]

Originally Posted by piosenniel

Your character bio looks fine, Gaya! I'll put it up on the proposal.

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Thali:

Where do you want Gaya's character to be so she can put together a post for her.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

Gaya & Rin's group is still in the northern part of Mirkwood. They've met Deagon. I'll post Rinurion's part in the story by Sunday.

Hmmmm... I neglected to insert the plots for Gaya & Rin's group in the Time Frame, my apologies!... I'll send it by Sunday for your approval!

The elf maiden's life's been uninteresting you say? Hmmm... shall we remedy that?

[Eiz]

NAME: Muru

AGE: approx. 8,000 yrs. old

RACE: Corrupted Maia

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Shapeshifter (batlike form), has the power to weave illusions, corrupt-minds and eventually mind-control (but limited). She wields no physical weapon. When bat-like, her claws and teeth are razor sharp.

APPEARANCE: Often in female form, clad in a long black attire. She is extremely tall and pale, her long black & grey hair falling freely about her. Her eyes are as black as coal, and void of any emotion. In bat form, is as large as a dog or goat.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Muru is cold-blooded, and is extremely contemptuous of elven-kind and men. Revelling often in the carnage and chaos she often wroughts around her. She is relentless, and obeys only her Master. Often over-confident of her abilities, often under-estimating her enemies.

HISTORY: Not as old as Sauron, and not as powerful, nevertheless Muru goes far back during the age before Melkor/Morgoth was chained. Having been corrupted by Sauron into his service.


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First Post

A dark figure flew silently over the treetops. The morning sun was blighted, appearing as if dusk instead of dawn, and so the shape seemed as a dark batlike shape, skimming overhead. An icy breeze followed it, and the leaves rustled dryly, as if afraid to make a sound.

The shape took a more solid form as it reached the ground near the entrance of the fortress. It was a tall female figure, that cast her cold gaze about. She frowned as she noted the encampent at the foothill of Dol Guldor.

"He sends more dogs instead of using stealth," she muttered disapprovingly. "Pity the girl is cautious. It would have been interesting to ensnare one so young with so much talent."

A human maiden had been part of the group the Orc was trying to capture. Wargarz would not have known the group's presence if it had not been for her. But since finding out about the human female, the vampire's interest had gone up. Now Muru had an agenda of her own.

If she could capture and bend the human, it would be a pleasing addition for her Master to use as a tool. It would be better than those weak-willed prisoners the orc had been sending her.

It was always a challenge to corrupt elves. Humans were easier to bend. But sometimes there were those who were exceptional. Far back, she could only recall the tale of Hurin among the few who had been such an exception. It was a great pleasure to finally see them bent in misery.

Yes, she thought silently as she entered the fortress, it would be quite a catch to not only get the elves, but the human as well.

[piosenniel]

Eiz

Looks good!

When you do your first post - please edit it onto your Character Bio post.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

NAME:Warzgarz

AGE: ?... orc prime age

RACE:Orc

GENDER:Male

WEAPONS : Heavy armor and Broad sword

APPEARANCE: Taller than a common orc, heavily built, only slightly smaller than the Uruk-Hai. This Orc captain is a seasoned warrior and can be evident with the scars on his exposed skin on his face and arms.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Ruthless and expects his subordinates to obey. Has more than the usual tolerance for allies not of his race (e.g., man). The gleam in his eyes show both his shrewdness and intelligence (for an orc, anyway). He loathes both elves and men. Considering men nothing more than mere cattle (unless they prove useful kept alive). Elves he'd dealt with before, in battle and as captives.


HISTORY: Has long been in the service of the DarkLord. Had been a young warrior in the battle of the Last Alliance.


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Vitto's post

The orc sat contemplating the reports before him. He was heavily armored in chainmail and armor plating. A heavy broadsword laid on the table in front of the heavyset figure. Several groups of orcs were coming in from the woods as another group headed out, but the orc captain take no notice.

Warzgarz grunted and leaned back in his seat. He looked up, gazing about the encampment. His sharp eyes missing nothing. He noted the warg-riders about to move out. These would be meeting up with another group further south and eventually would be replaced by another group to be honed.

Reports had been coming in about a small group being spotted, but it was inconsistent. He was unsure at this point where the reported group was now.

No matter, he thought, what could a small group do? They would be captured. Muru, the vampire, would have her pets continue to scout and would eventually find them. And they would be dealt with accordingly.

A small grin formed at thje corner of his lips. It had been some time since they'd tasted fresh meat.

"Gorbagzh! Get word to the Warg-riders on patrol to add their number to each group. I want them to sweep their area thoroughly!"

A lanky orc in leather armor acknowledge his command and headed towards the group getting ready for their patrol.

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