Blood Run: A Terror Returns Discussion Thread

[Durelin]

Apologies for taking some time to answer, Lommy. But-

Yes, please go ahead with that plan! I hoped, when you expressed interest in playing specifically a female character, that it would work out this way. Lov-er-ly.

We're glad to have you aboard and we can’t wait to see your character!

Forest Elf – Welcome aboard! So glad to see you! Please check your PMs for the one little adjustment we need before we can officially accept Grimbeorn.

mormegil – Welcome aboard, as well! Kuric looks great. He be accepted!

[Dimturiel]

I have to say that I find your game quite challenging, and I would be intrested to be a part of it. I think I could play a male character, I actually have a good character in mind and only need to fix a good bio for him. Anyway, let me know if I am in or not.

[Durelin]

Please, feel free to hop aboard, Dimturiel! Welcome!

Sign up is completely open, people!

But oh dear...challenging? Well, I suppose it has gotten a little more complex than we originally planned. But I hope it's challenging in a good way!

Forest Elf - Thanks for fixing that! Grimbeorn is accepted.

[piosenniel]

Reposted list to more current position.

[Dimturiel]

Linked to Player/Character list ~*~ Pio
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NAME:Erling Headstrong

AGE:21

RACE:Man of Bree

GENDER:male

WEAPONS: One short knife, slightly rusty from not being used for a long time

APPEARANCE: He is quite tall, with a shock of black hair and brown eyes. He is not a very uncommon figure, and his features hold few distinctive traits. That is, unless you count a sudden glitter in his eyes that can be seen from time to time, especially when he is excited.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: As the name suggests, he is one that always likes to do things his way. He rarely accepts someone's counsel, and dislikes being ordered. He is a great lover of stories, and that would account for his almost constant presence at the Prancing Pony. He is fascinated by anything foreign or out of the ordinary. Despite this, he is not what one might call "bold and brave" . He believes that great deeds are wonderful as long as they are heard in tales, and he would never desire to be part of a great adventure himself. However, he is not too shy either, and would go to all extents once he decides to do something. He tends to act on the spur of the moment, and he would often wonder afterwards the reasons for his hasty decisions. He is one that enjoys being in the company of others-especially if they are people who can tell a good story or two.

HISTORY:He is the only child of a quite well-to-do farmer. His family has been living in Bree ever since they could remember, and he himself has never been further than the neighbouring villages. There are rumours that an ancestress of his once married a Ranger, but Erling considers this only a legend, as he has no proof of its truth. Nor does he want it to be true, as that would mean a change in the way people percieve him, and possibly even certain expectations he might not be able-or willing-to fulfill. His parents consider that it would be high time for him to settle and have a family of his own, but he is not too intrested at the moment. As his father has been getting older, Erling's presence at the farm has been required more than before, and his obligations have forced him to spend less time at the Inn, a thing that has caused him great displeasure.

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Dimturiel's post

The Town Hall had never been so crowded, thought Erling. Nor had the faces of the people there shown so much concern. Anxiety was not something those of Bree usually felt. The lands had been quiet ever since Erling could remember, and they were becoming even quieter with every year that passed. Fewer were now the tales of troubled times, and only the old ones remembered such days. the world seemed to have become peaceful and sleepy.

Yet now something was happening, something hard to explain, and harder still to accept. The malice-whatever that consisted of, for they had no idea-had descened upon them without so much as the most insignificant sign to herald its presence. It had managed to elude all vigillance, to pass all that they have considered unpassable by such evils, and it crept in their midst to strike with a suddeness that had nearly made them helpless. Who had been prepared for something like this? Who could have foretold its coming?

Who could tell now who had been the first farmer that, going one morning to inspect his flock, had discovered one or two sheep missing or had found their body lying in a pool of blood? And even then, who had paid much attention to such incident that, however unusual and gruesome foretold nothing at the time? And yet, as the days went by, these happenings became more and more frequent, and it was clear that the danger was greater than they had first thought it to be. None could ignore it now.

Erling was among those who had suffered from the terror, although their animals had been attacked more recently than those of other villagers. He remembered that he had just gone with his father to look at the sheep when they saw that two of them were missing. That was how it all started. Yet no, he thought. It had not begun with the sheep. There had been a stray dog near Erling's farm. The boy would sometimes cast food at it. It was by no means a friendly creature-it could actually be quite ferocious when provoked,-but it tolerated Erling and seemed even to be quite fond of him. Late into the night, Erling could hear its barking, and it seemed in a way comforting, as if it were a proof that the world and everything familiar in it were still there. One night, however, Erling woke up and realised he could hear nothing. There was no barking. And then he knew something had happened. He had not seen the dog since.

True, things had become quite serious, and that meeting from the Town Hall was proof of that. Erling had gone there at the bidding of his father.He would not have gone otherwise, unable to see how his presence might improve the situation.

But as he was listening to the Mayor's talk of a group that would try and put a stop to what was happening he suddenly felt excited. There would be intresting stories to be told after all that was over, he thought. But it was not only that. There was also something else, something he could not quite understand.

Till the end of his days, Erling was unable to understand what had possessed him then. He had often wonderer what had really happened there, but he could never get a satisfactory answer. All he knew was that he suddenly found himself getting up and heading towards where the mayor stood.

"I wish to go, too." he anounced, loud enough so that everyone heard him. "I...I wish to be of some use."

He paused looking around him. The others seemed to have accepted his expressed intention of being one of the "Defenders", as the Mayor called them. He, however, began to feel a little puzzled. He leaned against the wall, a baffled expression in his eyes.

"What have I done now?" he muttered to himself.




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[Durelin]

Great bio, Dimturiel! I'd say he's officially accepted, unless Firefoot finds any problems with the bio.

[Firefoot]

It's fine by me.