Dark Seduction Discussion Thread

[Nerindel]

Hi Durelin, this RPG sounds great [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
I'd love to try playing a bad guy for once [img]smilies/evil.gif[/img] so here go's.

Character Description Form:

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Currently In The Footsteps Of The Grey Company and I Have also just joined The Summons (but like Sophia I couldn't resist this one [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] )

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES – The Green Dragon.

For your character please include:

NAME: Ghurdan (The Black Heart)

AGE: 34

RACE: Haradrim (Corsair)

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Ghurdan's primary weapon is his Broadsword. The pommel of his sword is a round, blood red ruby with a thin black stone set in the middle to make it look like the fiery eye of his god. The hilt is black with an intricate red flame design, the blade itself is made of a dark metal and Ghurdan is careful to keep it in good condition. Ghurdan also carries two red hilted throwing daggers and a black shafted Spear.

APPEARANCE:Ghurdan is 5 ft 8, with dark skin and his eyes are darker than the darkest night. His shoulder length black hair is tied at the nape of his neck by a red leather thong. A scar runs from his left eye to the bottom of his chin.

Three gold rings hang from Ghurdans right ear. He wears a sleeveless bright red tunic and black pants, Around his biceps he wears black leather bands that look like they would snap if he flexed his muscular arms, he also wears a dark blood red cloak when travelling.

On Ghurdans Right shoulder is a tattoo of The Red Eye, signifying his loyalty to The Dark Lord.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:Ghurdan is Extremely Cruel and wicked, he captains his ship the 'Fire Spray' with a heavy hand and uses fear of failure to keep his crew in check. He trusts no-one. He takes great pleasure in killing but even more in torturing his victims. Many know him as 'The Black Heart', a name given him by other corsairs and sailors in Umbar, as many of them believe he has no heart and if he did it would be blacker than the black sky itself.

Ghurdan's only weakness is his temper. He tries hard to control it, but does not always succeed.

HISTORY: Ghurdan has spent most of his life in the indirect service of The Dark Lord. Like his father before him he is a pirate of Umbar and has lived there all his life. Also like his father he supplies the Citadel with it's more specialised Sacrifices, mainly Gondorian and Dol Armoth Sailors and some times even the odd Elf.

Ghurdan's father was killed by Ithilien Rangers while on a raiding party in south Ithilien, ten years ago. Like most of his people he hates the Gondorians and envies there riches, lands and power.

Five years ago, Ghurdan returned on his ship the 'Fire Spray'from a successful raid on South Ithilien. He had brought six prisoners for the Citadel to sacrifice, two women and four rangers. On the return journey one of the Rangers tried taunting him and Ghurdan had punished him mercilessly, but keeping him alive not wishing to incur the wrath of the priests and preistesses of the Dark Religion.

After docking he and four of his best men took the prisoners to the Citadel and presented them to the Preistess Sevora, The Red Flame. She was pleased as always with his offering. But as the prisoners were being lead away by some minor priests the Ranger that had taunted him whispered with a wicked gleam in his eyes,

"You look much like your father and you shall some day meet his same fate."

Realising that this Ranger must be one of the ones who had killed his father, a great anger swelled inside him that he could not contain. Before he knew what he was doing he had unsheathed his sword and swung, taking the rangers head from his body.

Ghurdan then found himself suddenly hitting the far wall, as he looked up he saw Sevora advancing on him her face livid with rage. His men had ran in the face of the preistesses wrath, he made a mental note to punish them if he survived. But like most people he knew of Sevora's punishments, they usually involved dying slowly and painfully. He hoped that he was still of some value to her. As she reached him he could see a wicked gleam in her eyes, she had now composed herself and pulled one of his daggers from his belt and held it close to his left eye turning it slowly.

"Why did you do that" She hissed at him. "h..he is the o..one w..who killed my f..father" he replied feigning the stammer. "Ah he too was a Valuable man" she continued still wearing that wicked smile. She drew back a little to allow him to stand, but as he did she slashed him across his left cheek, "I will not tolerate any further outbursts like that" she warned him and whispering in his ear "The next time you shall wish for death before I'm done with you."

She then threw his knife back to him and calmly turned and made to leave, but as she reached the exit to the room, She turned back to him scowling wickedly daring him to act. But although he hated her he also respected her. Her Cruelty more than matched his and he knew it, so he did not move, but neither did he take his eyes off her or show any sign of fear. Laughing wickedly she left.

The wound eventually healed but he is now left with a scar down his left cheek, a sore reminder to control his temper and to never anger 'The Red Flame.'

Several times after that the Citadel had called on him to do their bidding, killing lords that the Dark One found unworthy, Tracking and catching Traitors and as always bringing fresh sacrifices. He did not see much of The Red Flame after their unpleasant encounter, a lesser priest now paid him and took the prisoners. The reason for this change was and still is not known to him.

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First Post

Ghurdan walked through the city streets of Umber with his latest offerings for the Dark one, Two Elven females and three Gondorian males from Dol Amroth. He yanked hard on the chains that bound them together, forcing them to quicken their pace. He was in a foul mood, This last raid had began well and the bounty was rich, but on the return journey he had been forced to throw half the plunder over board when Three war ships from Dol Armoth gave chase. They had managed to evade their enemies even sinking one of their ships, but not before they had damaged the Fire Spray's aft and downed her main mast. The Fire Spray had limped into port in a bad way, Ghurdan was mad with fury, but as he had also lost more than half his crew he could not afford to take it out on them. It was going to take at least an month to repair, this only made him madder but he gritted his teeth and hauled the prisoner up from the hull, shouting various orders to his crew, he knew they would obey him, as he kept their pockets lined with gold, but more than that they feared what he would do to them if they did not carry out his orders.


As he walked through the city he growled at passers-by in the hope that one of them would challenge him, so he would have someone to vent his anger on. But none of the passers-by would oblige him instead they lowered their heads and hurried passed or they crossed the street keeping out of the Corsairs way. Ghurdan, The Black Heart was well known and feared by the people of Umbar. "Cowards the lot of them" he spat, as he again yanked the prisoners chains. One of the Elven women stumbled and fell to her knees, He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet, shouting viciously "Get up elf witch". As he pulled her up she spat in his face, her actions had finally broke his temper and he slapped her hard across the face, breaking her nose and leaving the fiery imprint of his hand on her delicate white skin. He was slightly surprised that the woman had not passed out, but he did not show it. Instead he prodded her roughly with the tip of his spear, making her stumble again but this time she was quicker to rise. A satisfied grin spread across his face as she rose.


When they reached the Citadel the usual Priest was there to meet him. he was an average sized man with short black hair, Wearing the normal Black and dried blood red robes of his order. A black mace with red spikes hung from his belt and Ghurdan did not doubt that he knew how to use it.

"So what gifts have you brought your god today," The priest hissed excitedly. Without replying he pushed the prisoners forwards.
"Ah, three Gondorians and two Elves. Yes, his exhaltedness will be most pleased." he said examining the prisoners, "This one is damaged" he hissed holding the elf woman's face and turning it to him. "She was insolent" he calmly replied. The priest said nothing and moved on to inspect the others.

The priest then turned to his young apprentice spitting on him as he spoke " Take the Woman to be prepared and take the men to be questioned!" The young man bowed low and then took the prisoners away, as he went two Citadel guards fell in behind them.

The Priest reached down and pulled a large money pouch from his robes and threw it to Ghurdan. Showing no emotion what so ever he caught it, the weight seemed right so he didn't bother to count it. He nodded to the priest waiting to be dismissed , but the priest now had something else in his hands and was grinning wickedly. It was a scroll, "A message from the High priest himself" the man hissed pushing the scroll into his hands and hurrying from the room. Ghurdan slowly unrolled the scroll, reading the blood red lettering on the page.

Black Heart

The Black Citadel again requires your capable skills, we wish you to accompany the Priestess Sevora, The Red Flame and two other priests or priestesses of her choosing.

They will be going to recruit new followers from a nomadic dessert tribe in the outlands, south of Harad. Your job is to kill any resistors and ensure the safety of the priestesses and or priests. Sevora is a valued member of our order and her safety is your utmost priority, not That we think she needs any protection but she will be travelling with six other warriors that may think the killing of a priestess will elevate their position and reputation!

Be at the Citadel's courtyard, when the sun is at it's highest in the sky.

Failure will incur the wrath of The Eye

High Priest of the Eye.


As he finished reading he realised that his hand had gone instinctively to the scare on his left cheek, the scar that Sevora herself had given him. As he ran his fingers along it he chuckled to himself , not only would he be serving his Dark lord again but he would be travelling with the woman that was most defiantly his match in strength and cruelty. With that thought he returned to the Fire Spray, to make ready for the journey ahead.

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Hehe I had great fun writing this Character I hope it is OK [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]

[ May 26, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]