Mirkwood Endgame Planning/Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

piosenniel · 02-04-2005, 01:56 AM

BASIC STORYLINE:

A small group journeys from Thranduil's Realm towards Dol Guldor, in hopes of uncovering the dark events happening in the mighty forest once known as Greenwood the Great. Men and other dark creatures have been invading the Realm, bringing disturbing news. Elven abodes have been raided, inhabitants killed or captured for unknown purpose. Each event getting closer and closer to the quiet Woodland realm. An assasination attempt had been thwarted, puzzling clues gathered. The group must uncover the origin of these events and its evil intent before darkness engulfs the Woodland Realm.

The small group now draws nearer Dol Guldor, but each path that brings them closer, brings them closer to danger they've never expected. Another group unexpectedly is captured and also is headed unwittingly to the same destination. And unkown to all, an army gathers at the foot of Dol Guldor - an army intent on one thing. The destruction of Thranduil's Realm, preventing any assistance to their kin in the West.

piosenniel · 02-04-2005, 01:58 AM

PURPOSE OF THE STORY:

Uncover the mystery of the events happening all over Mirkwood. Discover the truth within Dol Goldur, and journey back to Thranduil to warn the Woodland Realm of the dangers that lie ahead.

piosenniel · 02-04-2005, 01:59 AM

STARTING LOCATION: Near the foothills of Dol Guldor

LIKELY DESTINATION: The main destination is to penetrate Dol Guldor's defenses and enter the dark hill. Final destination is to get the information back to Thranduil.

WE WILL KNOW THE GAME IS DONE WHEN:

Once the truth has been discovered and news delivered to Thranduil & a warning sent to Lorien, the story has ended. The army's powerful characters being eliminated, its purpose temporarily thwarted, then the game is resolved.

piosenniel · 02-04-2005, 01:59 AM

TIME FRAME:

The year is 3014 T.A. - four years before the War of the Ring.

The storyline or plot for the story requires: 4 months gametime - (Afterlithe(July) through Winterfilth(October)

This game requires a time commitment of: 3 MONTHS (12 WEEKS) from me, the game owner, and from the major players.

piosenniel · 02-04-2005, 02:01 AM

TIME LINE:

Afterlithe (July) -- 2 WEEKS REAL TIME

The story begins near the foothills of Dol Guldor

within a week Rudhchamion's group discover Muru, as she attacks Taralphiel, in an attempt to capture the young maiden
the group discovers the Wargriders raiding party
dark elf discover Warzgarz's patrol whic leads them near the Orc encampent ( are delayed in deciding to head back to Thranduil or continue)
Rudhchamion decides to continue on, planning to enter the fortress of Dol Guldor after Khelek discovers the hidden path
The group encounters an ALLY

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Rinurion patrols and sees Deagon leaving the designated patrol areas. Tells Laryelion and Gayahithwen of his supicions. The group is still unsure of Deagon's true nature
Gayahithwen learns of an attack at the eastern border of the realm from another patrol. Tension grows in the Realm as the elves tighten their defense.

~*~

August (Wedmath) -- 4 WEEKS REAL TIME

A near capture by a group of orcs, 1 enemy escapes
several cavern entrances are discovered, a decision is made after some time
stumbles upon a great spider's lair
forced to backtrack and choose another cavern
discover the presence of prisoners, noted the near mindless state of each
they discover & follow a group of hooded figures leading a small group of what looks like male and female elves & witness to their horror, how the prisoners, human & elven are "bent"

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Rinurion ever growing suspicious follows Deagon. Laryelion and Gayahithwen follow the warrior, they are joined by Amaryllis and others.
Deagon goes deeper into the woods and meets with strangers there is an argument and he is "captured" by the unknown group of men. Gayahithwen follows to try and aid him and is captured. She is then used as bait to lure the others.
Rinurion and Laryelion fall into a trap as they try to rescue their companion.
The group decide to delay escape attempts until they learn more.
Deagon learns of the truth of his sister as Muru confronts him unexpectedly. He attacks the vampire to no avail and is wounded mortally. Gayahithwen watches helplessly.

~*~

September (Halimath) -- 4 WEEKS REAL TIME

they catch a glimpse of another group, and 1 who is familiar to Taralphiel
Encounters Muru & her minions... Muru is slain (vanquished), but for a price 1 companion is badly wounded
after hiding & resting for some days, the group continues as they decide a rescue
by another path they come closer to Eriador's prison and a rescue is made
more tales unfold by Eriador and another freed prisoner
patrol is tightened, the group is forced to use another path
they learn of the Nazgul inside
the group decides to head back to Thranduil

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Laryelion persuades the group and they attempt an escape. Over-powering their human and orc captors they are able to make their escape.
The group find themselves in the middle of Mirkwood. They encounter several of Muru's minions and warg-riders.
They are divided if they should continue northward back to the Realm or towards Dol Guldor.

~*~

October (Winterfilth) -- 2 WEEKS REAL TIME

they are met by Warzgarz's troops, Rhud recognizes the orc captain as at his people's slaying, a fierce fight ensues & barely escapes
are assisted by Lar & Rin back to the Thranduil's Realm, passing through nearly the eaves of Leog Ninglorin/Gladden Fields
Thranduil is told all of what the group has seen & witnessed, Laryelion bids the King's permission leave to give warning to Lorien

piosenniel · 02-04-2005, 02:03 AM

Thalionyulma's characters:

1.) NAME: Rûdhchamion

AGE: approx. 3,000 yrs.

RACE: Silvan Elf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Hunting bow & arrows, jewelled hunting knife (a gift from his sister- deceased)

APPEARANCE: Tall, with long dark raven-black hair, usually untied; grey-eyed; Garbed in green & brown leather hunting attire, aiding him to blend in the forest surroundings

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Rûdhchamion is a solitary being, quiet and easily content wandering & hunting in the woods. Has easy rapport with animals in the woods, and can communicate with most of them. He is an experienced fighter, possessing both excellent hunting and scouting skills. His thirst for vengeance blinds him at times, making him insensitive to those who try to get close to him. Although slow to anger, his temper sometimes gets the best of him, once it is triggered.

HISTORY:
The Dark Elf came from a nomadic group of elves who refused to be ruled by any king. He had been trained by his father to scout during the War of the Last Alliance at a very young age. Although he lived with his kin after the battle, roaming the eaves of the Great River, Anduin, they had lived last near the Gladden Fields (called Loeg Ningloron by Rûdhchamion's people). Two strangers were welcomed one day to rest awhile during one of their gatherings when his people was attacked by a group of orcs and men. His immediate family was killed, his twin sister Perennnauriel had died in his arms after being hit by a poisoned dart that was aimed at him. Only a handful had survived. The Dark Elf had devoted his days to hunting down his people's murderers. He had reached deep into Mirkwood, tracking down men he suspected would lead him to the murderers.

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Thalionyulma's post - Rudchamion ----- FIRST FOR GAME

The Dark Elf stirred slightly in the tree branch, hidden in the foliage of the leaves. The dawn was breaking in the horizon, streaks of gold and violet to red, splattered across the sky. From a distance, a faint sound of a bird's morning song started, then faded. These parts of the woods seemed darker and more somber. Not even a chirp could be heard for long.

The small group had been travelling for days. The two elves had come from Thranduil's Hall. One bidden by the Elvenking, the other because of a personal oath of vegeance. They had eventually stumbled upon the white wolf pup and a young human in their dangerous travel. They had reached the foot of Amon Lanc, now mostly known as Dol Guldur, a few days before. They had been unable to get closer as they avoided the orcs and patrolling parties of wargriders.

The Dark Elf took in his surroundings and sighed inwardly. He had never counted in doing the Elvenking's bidding, but it had served his purpose at that time. Because of mysterious raids and events in Mirkwood, Thranduil had had tightened his patrol in the Elven Realm. It had lead to the capture of the humans Rûdhchamion had been following, in hopes to finally get his revenge. Because of unexpected events, he had then met Anarya SilverBranch, who was biddened to follow the man upon his release. Of course Legolas, the Elvenking's son, knew the Dark Elf would follow the human. But he eventually left Anarya with Rûdhchamion to continue the quest. The human, Micanar, had lead them to the patrol of orcs, raising the suspicion something forboding was about.

He had unfortunately killed the man when they had fought. Which of course made things more complicated in reaching the rumored stronghold. Now a new enemy was making its presence known, haunting their human companion. Something ancient and dark that reeked of evil and decay.

Rûdhchamion stretched a bit, shaking himsel of the dark thoughts. He then lightly jumped to the ground soundlessly. His companions were still resting in the hidden alcove of the underbrush. He espied Taralphiel still sleeping soundly with an arm around Khelek's neck. The white wolf pup opened his eyes and lifted his head questioningly at the elf. Anarya was resting next to young human maiden, one hand still holding her bow.

Sleep lightly. I will scout a bit and forage. Keep alert. The Dark Elf silently communicated with the protective canine.

The pup whined softly.

I will not wander far and too long. He smiled assuringly, then walked towards the stream nearby.

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2.) NAME: Rinurion

AGE: approx. 1,000 yrs. old

RACE: Silvan Elf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Longbow & arrows, short sword & dagger

APPEARANCE: Very tall; long dark brown hair, usually tied back; light grey eyes, nearly blue; clad in brown & dark green hunting attire common to the patrolly guard of Mirkwood.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:
Has good leadership skills, marking him as one of the captains of Thranduil's patrolling companies. Excels in hand to hand combat, and proficient in most woodland combat weapons, particularly with the longbow. He is very wary of those not of Mirkwood, and does not readily give his trust.

HISTORY:
Rinurion has always been of Mirkwood. Like his father before him, he serves the Elvenking unquestioningly. This elf has always had the honor to patrol with the King's son, Legolas.

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Thalionyulma’s post for Rinurion

The Party at the Elven King’s realm:

The breeze rustled the leaves above the branches over head. Rinurion looked up, still in deep thought. Alot had happened the past few weeks, and a growing uneasiness in him would not go away.

It had all began when his patrol with Legolas had intercepted a group of men. The ElvenKing had let one go, but a dark elf followed his trail. Anarya and Prince Legolas had gone as well to watch where the man headed to. Although Legolas had returned shortly, Anarya had continued the quest with the dark elf. No word had come back since then.

No, his uneasiness stemmed more from another elf. One who was one of them it seemed. But he had been unable to pursue his suspicions. He and three others were captured in the ElvenKing's territory by orcs. No one knew how they were able to enter the kingdom without detection. It had been another elf from Lorien that aided their rescue.

Deagon still lived and continued to join the patrols. Rinurion could do nothing more than watch closely.

Another elf appeared nearby, it was Laryelion of Lorien. He walked over to where Rinurion sat on a fallen bole.

"How went the patrol?" asked Laryelion.

"It has been quiet for some time, but who can say for how long?" came the answer.

"You watch him closely," Laryelion said quietly. Rinurion looked at the elf at that and wondered if he should share his uneasiness.

Gayahithwen carry a basket of berries from the woods. Several other elf maidens were with her. She espied the two and came over.

"Good day Rinurion! Everything is well, I hope?" The young elf maiden asked, smiling.

piosenniel · 02-04-2005, 02:04 AM

Taralphiel's Characters

3.) 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…

SEE JOINT POST FOR CHARACTERS BELOW

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4.) 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…”

02-04-2005, 02:01 AM	#5
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	TIME LINE: Afterlithe (July) -- 2 WEEKS REAL TIME The story begins near the foothills of Dol Guldor within a week Rudhchamion's group discover Muru, as she attacks Taralphiel, in an attempt to capture the young maiden the group discovers the Wargriders raiding party dark elf discover Warzgarz's patrol whic leads them near the Orc encampent ( are delayed in deciding to head back to Thranduil or continue) Rudhchamion decides to continue on, planning to enter the fortress of Dol Guldor after Khelek discovers the hidden path The group encounters an ALLY ------------------------------------------------- Rinurion patrols and sees Deagon leaving the designated patrol areas. Tells Laryelion and Gayahithwen of his supicions. The group is still unsure of Deagon's true nature Gayahithwen learns of an attack at the eastern border of the realm from another patrol. Tension grows in the Realm as the elves tighten their defense. ~~ August (Wedmath)* -- 4 WEEKS REAL TIME A near capture by a group of orcs, 1 enemy escapes several cavern entrances are discovered, a decision is made after some time stumbles upon a great spider's lair forced to backtrack and choose another cavern discover the presence of prisoners, noted the near mindless state of each they discover & follow a group of hooded figures leading a small group of what looks like male and female elves & witness to their horror, how the prisoners, human & elven are "bent" ------------------------------------------------- Rinurion ever growing suspicious follows Deagon. Laryelion and Gayahithwen follow the warrior, they are joined by Amaryllis and others. Deagon goes deeper into the woods and meets with strangers there is an argument and he is "captured" by the unknown group of men. Gayahithwen follows to try and aid him and is captured. She is then used as bait to lure the others. Rinurion and Laryelion fall into a trap as they try to rescue their companion. The group decide to delay escape attempts until they learn more. Deagon learns of the truth of his sister as Muru confronts him unexpectedly. He attacks the vampire to no avail and is wounded mortally. Gayahithwen watches helplessly. ~~ September (Halimath)* -- 4 WEEKS REAL TIME they catch a glimpse of another group, and 1 who is familiar to Taralphiel Encounters Muru & her minions... Muru is slain (vanquished), but for a price 1 companion is badly wounded after hiding & resting for some days, the group continues as they decide a rescue by another path they come closer to Eriador's prison and a rescue is made more tales unfold by Eriador and another freed prisoner patrol is tightened, the group is forced to use another path they learn of the Nazgul inside the group decides to head back to Thranduil ------------------------------------------------- Laryelion persuades the group and they attempt an escape. Over-powering their human and orc captors they are able to make their escape. The group find themselves in the middle of Mirkwood. They encounter several of Muru's minions and warg-riders. They are divided if they should continue northward back to the Realm or towards Dol Guldor. ~~ October (Winterfilth)* -- 2 WEEKS REAL TIME they are met by Warzgarz's troops, Rhud recognizes the orc captain as at his people's slaying, a fierce fight ensues & barely escapes are assisted by Lar & Rin back to the Thranduil's Realm, passing through nearly the eaves of Leog Ninglorin/Gladden Fields Thranduil is told all of what the group has seen & witnessed, Laryelion bids the King's permission leave to give warning to Lorien

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02-04-2005, 01:56 AM	#1
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	BASIC STORYLINE: A small group journeys from Thranduil's Realm towards Dol Guldor, in hopes of uncovering the dark events happening in the mighty forest once known as Greenwood the Great. Men and other dark creatures have been invading the Realm, bringing disturbing news. Elven abodes have been raided, inhabitants killed or captured for unknown purpose. Each event getting closer and closer to the quiet Woodland realm. An assasination attempt had been thwarted, puzzling clues gathered. The group must uncover the origin of these events and its evil intent before darkness engulfs the Woodland Realm. The small group now draws nearer Dol Guldor, but each path that brings them closer, brings them closer to danger they've never expected. Another group unexpectedly is captured and also is headed unwittingly to the same destination. And unkown to all, an army gathers at the foot of Dol Guldor - an army intent on one thing. The destruction of Thranduil's Realm, preventing any assistance to their kin in the West.

02-04-2005, 01:58 AM	#2
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	PURPOSE OF THE STORY: Uncover the mystery of the events happening all over Mirkwood. Discover the truth within Dol Goldur, and journey back to Thranduil to warn the Woodland Realm of the dangers that lie ahead.

02-04-2005, 01:59 AM	#3
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	STARTING LOCATION: Near the foothills of Dol Guldor LIKELY DESTINATION: The main destination is to penetrate Dol Guldor's defenses and enter the dark hill. Final destination is to get the information back to Thranduil. WE WILL KNOW THE GAME IS DONE WHEN: Once the truth has been discovered and news delivered to Thranduil & a warning sent to Lorien, the story has ended. The army's powerful characters being eliminated, its purpose temporarily thwarted, then the game is resolved.

02-04-2005, 02:03 AM	#6
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Thalionyulma's characters: 1.) NAME: Rûdhchamion AGE: approx. 3,000 yrs. RACE: Silvan Elf GENDER: Male WEAPONS: Hunting bow & arrows, jewelled hunting knife (a gift from his sister- deceased) APPEARANCE: Tall, with long dark raven-black hair, usually untied; grey-eyed; Garbed in green & brown leather hunting attire, aiding him to blend in the forest surroundings PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Rûdhchamion is a solitary being, quiet and easily content wandering & hunting in the woods. Has easy rapport with animals in the woods, and can communicate with most of them. He is an experienced fighter, possessing both excellent hunting and scouting skills. His thirst for vengeance blinds him at times, making him insensitive to those who try to get close to him. Although slow to anger, his temper sometimes gets the best of him, once it is triggered. HISTORY: The Dark Elf came from a nomadic group of elves who refused to be ruled by any king. He had been trained by his father to scout during the War of the Last Alliance at a very young age. Although he lived with his kin after the battle, roaming the eaves of the Great River, Anduin, they had lived last near the Gladden Fields (called Loeg Ningloron by Rûdhchamion's people). Two strangers were welcomed one day to rest awhile during one of their gatherings when his people was attacked by a group of orcs and men. His immediate family was killed, his twin sister Perennnauriel had died in his arms after being hit by a poisoned dart that was aimed at him. Only a handful had survived. The Dark Elf had devoted his days to hunting down his people's murderers. He had reached deep into Mirkwood, tracking down men he suspected would lead him to the murderers. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thalionyulma's post - Rudchamion ----- FIRST FOR GAME The Dark Elf stirred slightly in the tree branch, hidden in the foliage of the leaves. The dawn was breaking in the horizon, streaks of gold and violet to red, splattered across the sky. From a distance, a faint sound of a bird's morning song started, then faded. These parts of the woods seemed darker and more somber. Not even a chirp could be heard for long. The small group had been travelling for days. The two elves had come from Thranduil's Hall. One bidden by the Elvenking, the other because of a personal oath of vegeance. They had eventually stumbled upon the white wolf pup and a young human in their dangerous travel. They had reached the foot of Amon Lanc, now mostly known as Dol Guldur, a few days before. They had been unable to get closer as they avoided the orcs and patrolling parties of wargriders. The Dark Elf took in his surroundings and sighed inwardly. He had never counted in doing the Elvenking's bidding, but it had served his purpose at that time. Because of mysterious raids and events in Mirkwood, Thranduil had had tightened his patrol in the Elven Realm. It had lead to the capture of the humans Rûdhchamion had been following, in hopes to finally get his revenge. Because of unexpected events, he had then met Anarya SilverBranch, who was biddened to follow the man upon his release. Of course Legolas, the Elvenking's son, knew the Dark Elf would follow the human. But he eventually left Anarya with Rûdhchamion to continue the quest. The human, Micanar, had lead them to the patrol of orcs, raising the suspicion something forboding was about. He had unfortunately killed the man when they had fought. Which of course made things more complicated in reaching the rumored stronghold. Now a new enemy was making its presence known, haunting their human companion. Something ancient and dark that reeked of evil and decay. Rûdhchamion stretched a bit, shaking himsel of the dark thoughts. He then lightly jumped to the ground soundlessly. His companions were still resting in the hidden alcove of the underbrush. He espied Taralphiel still sleeping soundly with an arm around Khelek's neck. The white wolf pup opened his eyes and lifted his head questioningly at the elf. Anarya was resting next to young human maiden, one hand still holding her bow. Sleep lightly. I will scout a bit and forage. Keep alert. The Dark Elf silently communicated with the protective canine. The pup whined softly. I will not wander far and too long. He smiled assuringly, then walked towards the stream nearby. --------------- 2.) NAME: Rinurion AGE: approx. 1,000 yrs. old RACE: Silvan Elf GENDER: Male WEAPONS: Longbow & arrows, short sword & dagger APPEARANCE: Very tall; long dark brown hair, usually tied back; light grey eyes, nearly blue; clad in brown & dark green hunting attire common to the patrolly guard of Mirkwood. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Has good leadership skills, marking him as one of the captains of Thranduil's patrolling companies. Excels in hand to hand combat, and proficient in most woodland combat weapons, particularly with the longbow. He is very wary of those not of Mirkwood, and does not readily give his trust. HISTORY: Rinurion has always been of Mirkwood. Like his father before him, he serves the Elvenking unquestioningly. This elf has always had the honor to patrol with the King's son, Legolas. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thalionyulma’s post for Rinurion The Party at the Elven King’s realm: The breeze rustled the leaves above the branches over head. Rinurion looked up, still in deep thought. Alot had happened the past few weeks, and a growing uneasiness in him would not go away. It had all began when his patrol with Legolas had intercepted a group of men. The ElvenKing had let one go, but a dark elf followed his trail. Anarya and Prince Legolas had gone as well to watch where the man headed to. Although Legolas had returned shortly, Anarya had continued the quest with the dark elf. No word had come back since then. No, his uneasiness stemmed more from another elf. One who was one of them it seemed. But he had been unable to pursue his suspicions. He and three others were captured in the ElvenKing's territory by orcs. No one knew how they were able to enter the kingdom without detection. It had been another elf from Lorien that aided their rescue. Deagon still lived and continued to join the patrols. Rinurion could do nothing more than watch closely. Another elf appeared nearby, it was Laryelion of Lorien. He walked over to where Rinurion sat on a fallen bole. "How went the patrol?" asked Laryelion. "It has been quiet for some time, but who can say for how long?" came the answer. "You watch him closely," Laryelion said quietly. Rinurion looked at the elf at that and wondered if he should share his uneasiness. Gayahithwen carry a basket of berries from the woods. Several other elf maidens were with her. She espied the two and came over. "Good day Rinurion! Everything is well, I hope?" The young elf maiden asked, smiling.

02-04-2005, 02:04 AM	#7
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Taralphiel's Characters 3.) 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… SEE JOINT POST FOR CHARACTERS BELOW -------------- 4.) 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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…”