Siege of Gundabad Discussion Thread

[piosenniel]

Please use this form for creating your character to post on the discussion thread.

1.) It is a requirement that all potential game players in the Shire will have posted in The Green Dragon Inn or have played to completion an RPG on the Barrow Downs.

2.) Those who have not played before in a Shire RPG will be given preference. Final preference, though, will be at the discretion of the Game Owner.

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Character Description Form:

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

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?

List them, please:

Please note you may play in only 2 (TWO) Shire games at one time. Exceptions to this may be made for this on a case by case basis by the Shire Moderators. (The Green Dragon Inn DOES NOT count as a game for this.)


3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES/NO
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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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First post:


This 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]

CHARACTERS NEEDED:

2 Gondorian soldiers, male only:

First posts: These characters first posts should deal with their march north from Gondor, and their feelings of the mission, considering climate, supplies, etc.

• 1.) Soldier of Gondor
  
• 2.) Soldier of Gondor

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3 Men of Dale, male and female: These men/women will be met as the troop of Gondorians marches towards Gundabad.

First posts: These characters first posts can detail their escape from orc raiding parties that have been ransacking Dale.

• 1) Man of Dale
  
• 2) Man of Dale
  
• 3) Man of Dale

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Secondary Characters:

• 1) Orc Chieftain of Gundabad- will control the host of orcs that have ‘dug in’ to defend Gundabad.
  
  
• 2) Goblin Commander of the Misty Mountains- will control the relief force that arrives to aid the embattled Orcs on Gundabad.
  
  
• 3) Orc Guard of Gundabad
  
  
• 4) Orc Raider Commander- commands the troop of orcs that are roaming the Dale.

[piosenniel]

The Discussion Thread is now open to take on players.

[piosenniel]

Please Note:

Each Character Description submitted MUST be accompanied by a First Post for the character, or they will be returned.

[Beserker_Warrior]

1.) NO

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3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES/NO
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NAME: Snagar

AGE: 500

RACE: Orc

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS Sword(steel), dagger, typical orkish shield, steel armor
APPEARANCE:5' 6", stands tall, muscular

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: strong, wise(for an orc), fast but qauils under sunlight

HISTORY: Snagar was born in the hills of Gundabad and he made his way to the top by being cruel, stabbing people in the back and by having an iron fist.

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Beserker_Warrior's post

Snagar stood on the hill above the trench. He could smell men on their way here. His soldiers would be ready, they were below in the trenches, waiting. His men would feast on manflesh soon. He was their leader, the one that they trusted but feared, he would keep them in line and reward them with fresh meat.

Snagar turned and walked down to the trench. "You and you ,up to the hill you maggots!" Snagar needed to keep lookouts on the hill to watch for any one who might be headed in this direction. They went without complaint or any sign of unwillingness, to have done so would have been death. Inwardly Snagar smiled, his force was the one who would have all the spoils and all the glory and a realm of their own. Snagar could even be called the king. That was what he really wanted, anything that he could get for himself, as is the nature of all orcs. Snagar remembered the days of living in the hills before and after Sauron was defeated, he and his tribe had been an advance guard for Mordor, but nothing had ever happened until the defeat of the Great Eye and the Wraiths.

[Boromir88]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs?
Yes, Ungoliant's Children.

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
One, Ungoliant's Children.

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn
Yes.

CHARACTER:

Name: Sjorging Hard-Heart.

Age: 62

Race: Man of Dale

Gender: Male

Weapons: A great-hilted Longsword and an Ash hunting knife.

Appearance: Tall, good build. Wears a Sturdy leather jerkin and underneath a ringmail cuirass, along with leather leggings and boots.

Personality: Proven in battle and a loyal soldier. Trustworthy, but his nickname "Hard-heart" has been given, since he truly has a hard heart. He is one who doesn't give respect, if you don't give it back, and it's very hard to earn Sjorging's respect at times. However, he is a trusty companion, if you are one lucky enough to have his respect. Sjorging also trusts the Dwarves of Erebor, for as he believes, they have proven themselves to stand tall in the face of Evil.

History: Son of Bergon and knows the taste of battle. He is willing to join in any fray, whether it concerns him or not. He fought under King Brand, when Sauron's army laid siege to Erebor. His real name is Sjorging, but has been given the nickname "Hard-Heart," since he isn't one to get emotional, and rarely trusts anyone he doesn't know. He listens to no one except King Bard II, or the officers above him, and despises the sight of orcs, his only glory in seeing an orc is seeing a dead one. Sjorging was greatly saddened when he witnessed the fall of King Brand and King Dain, pledging to never die until all orcs, or evil men alike, had been destroyed.

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Boromir88's post

It's a soundless night, the fire is blazing outside the tent Sjorging has pitched, on the outskirts of the settlement ahead. He sits on a log, staring into the roaring fire, remembering, thinking of the situation at hand. His home in Dale, along with the rest of the town, had been overrun by marauding orcs. They were greatly outnumbered and had no choice, but to flee. He has gathered a few of his trusty companions to discuss what had just happened two nights ago, and what will happen.

"We don't have enough men here to make a suitable defense for these raiding orcs," says a tall, bearded man opposite of Sjorging. His name was Gelding. Gelding and Sjorging go back a long way, they had fought side-by-side against Sauron's forces.

'I thought this evil had been defeated a long time ago, they have said Sauron was defeated, and this new King Elessar was restoring order?" states another man sitting next to Gelding, he was Beluf, a member of the town that was overrun some two nights ago.

"Nay," says Sjorging, "Sauron has been defeated, but we are still a long way away from peace and order. There are still orcs occupying Gundabad, has anyone sent word to King Bard?"

"Yes," answers Beluf, "but we are greatly weakened by the war. I fear we are too weak, and Bard doesn't have enough men to come to aid."

"Our scouts report that King Elessar has sent out a force from Gondor to dispose the orcs of Gundabad for good." says Gelding. "But, we don't know when they'll arrive."

"Probably won't arrive in time at all." spouts Sjorging. Word had spread of King Elessar's greatness, and of the coming times of peace. But, Sjorging was doubtful with this recent threat of orcs raiding Dale. To him, he wasn't convinced until he saw the Gondor force himself. Until that time Sjorging, and his companions would fight on.

[Firefoot]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? Yes, Bloodstained Elanor and Seekers of Truth.

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? None

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn? Yes.

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NAME: Adranel

AGE: 22

RACE: Man of Dale

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Adranel has a short knife, not really meant as a weapon but for simpler tasks (e.g. cutting cloth, leather, string). She also has a short bow and a quiver of arrows that she learned to use as a girl, but she hasn’t used them for a long time.

APPEARANCE: Adranel is slim and stands around 5'5" tall. She has brownish-blonde hair that is cut about half-way down her back. Her eyes are blue-gray. Due to the cold weather she dresses in heavy skirts, but given the choice she would wear breeches like the men do.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Adranel has always been somewhat of a tom-boy, largely because of the influence of her two older brothers. When she was younger she would go hiking and hunting with them, and they taught her to ride horses (astride, of course), shoot a bow, and other wood-craft. Adranel is also very stubborn, and does her own thing. She won’t back down from a challenge, and if she sets her mind on doing or getting something, she won’t be persuaded otherwise. If someone tries to force her into something, she probably won’t do it. She isn’t really a leader, but she isn’t a follower either. Unfortunately for her, she lacks some common sense and intelligence, and can be forgetful, though she does have a strong intuition.

Once she gets to know a person, she is very kind. Until then, she can be very cool and unfriendly. First impressions of people matter a lot to her, and once she makes up her mind, she doesn’t change it readily. She is very protective, especially of her family.

HISTORY: Adranel has lived in her little village outside Dale all her life. She has two older brothers, whom she admires very much, a younger brother, and a younger sister. She was forced to grow up at the age of 13 when her mother died and she was left with the responsibilities of running the house and taking care of her younger siblings, ages 8 and 10. Adranel is engaged to be married in the spring to a man named Hergon.

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Firefoot's post:

Adranel looked out vacantly from her vantage point on the hill overlooking what had once been her village. The snow was no longer white. It was bloodstained by the people of her village and charred by the ashes of their houses. Night was falling, and it was getting cold. Adranel did not have a cloak, but she did not care if she froze. Nothing mattered, because they were gone. Everyone she knew and loved was dead or taken by the Orcs, the latter perhaps the crueler fate than the former. She tried to block away the horrible memories, but still they came back...

It had been a cold, crisp winter’s day. Adranel was alone in the house, for her younger siblings were off with friends and her father and older brothers were working in their small store. She was alerted by raucous cries, cruel laughter, and the ringing of metal on metal. Adranel, like every other person in the village, had hurried outside to see what was happening, though in her heart she knew that it was Orcs. She grabbed her bow without thinking about it, strangely enough since she had long since lost the habit.

Outside, the smell of smoke was thick in the air. The village was burning. She had to find her family and get away - it was the only way to survive. Oh, where could they be? Finally, she found her father on the other side of town. He was wielding a long hunting knife, undoubtedly the only weapon he could find in a hurry. She was about to call out to him when an Orc came from behind and swung its sword through her father’s neck. She stifled a scream and turned and fled, tears streaming down her face. In her haste she nearly passed the body of her fiancé Hergon. A black-feathered arrow shaft was sticking out of his blood-soaked chest. No, no, no, she thought. She knelt down beside him, and found him to still be alive. He opened his eyes at her touch, and the corners of his mouth turned upward.

“Adranel,” he murmured. His breathing sounded labored. Adranel took his hand in hers. “Get away from here, my love. Save your own life, for me. Let me know you are safe.” He closed his eyes again, and Adranel knew he was gone. She rose to her feet, sobs wracking her body. He couldn’t be dead; it wasn’t possible. Surely someone lived. Where were her brothers and sister? She did not know or care where her feet took her now. She ran blindly, her tears blurring her vision. She left the village, left the screams of women and children, left death behind her. Only it would never be gone, because she would never forget...

A lump rose in her throat once more. She had thought she had cried her tears away, but more came. Adranel turned away from the bloody wreckage of the village, for she could not bear to see it any longer. Hergon’s final words tugged at her heart. Let me know you are safe. These words were the only things that gave her will to live, because nothing mattered any more. They were gone. All of them were gone.

[Witch_Queen]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES
A land of their own

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
One
List them, please:
Ungoliant's Children

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES
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For your character please include:

NAME: Mordred Curreng

AGE: 23

RACE: Gondorian Soldier

GENDER:Male

WEAPONS: Carries a long sword with brown hilt and long silver blade. On his side he carries a short bronze dagger that his father gave him.

APPEARANCE: He wears silver armor that covers his body. Despite the fact that he is so young he keeps his beard trimmed short. He has hazel eyes and Nutmeg colored hair down to his shoulders.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Trustworthy and lives up to his fathers expectations. Fears that he will die in combat at the hands of his enemies. Mordred trusts his King and leader and deep down knows that he will prove loyal no matter the conditions of battle.

HISTORY: Mordred has been a soldier for about three years. He grew up in a "soldiers'" family. His father and brothers are all soldiers and wants to prove himself to his family.

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Witch_Queen's post

Mordred could barely feel his feet. The snow was cold and he longed for a chance to be by a fire. According to the rest of his conrads the supplies were diminishing. Mordred was eager to meet his enemies head on. There was nothing more he wanted to do. Mordred had no doubt that Lieutenant Uther would come through for his men. All he wanted was for the snow to be gone with the orcs. Mordred found that he could talk to only one person, that one person being himself. The others thought him to be crazy, but he found himself lonely alot and thought about what the others were thinking. Soon after he began thinking, he figured it took too much of his needed energy.

After weeks of marching all he really wanted out of everything was to lay in an actual bed. He often thought about his wife and young son. He knew in the future that his son would be in the same spot as he was if the orcs weren't taken care of. Mordred had only talked to Lieutenant Uther a couple of times and thought Uther was a very brave man. He never saw the Lieutenant without his dogs. Mordred figured the dogs refused to leave Uther just like Uther's men wouldn't abandon him. Mordred kept to himself alot because the other men were always talking about what they were going to do when the "battle" was over. He wasn't as experienced as the others and knew they thought him as still a "child." Mordred felt like he was back at home. He was the youngest of all his brothers and sisters and yet again he knew he was the youngest one in the group.

[piosenniel]

Please Note:

As people put their submissions on the thread, I am editing the tagline for their First Post to make it easier to transfer to the RPG thread once the character has been accepted by CaptainofDespair.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio