Seekers of Truth Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

piosenniel · 08-10-2004, 03:02 PM

The purpose of this story is to discover the missing Sandrina, have her regain her memory, and get revenge on those who betrayed her.

This means that the story is over when Arthur, Samuel, and Harold are all brought to justice; Sandrina remembers who she is; and is safely back with her parents, who also regain their land.

piosenniel · 08-10-2004, 03:03 PM

Starting Location: An Inn in Rohan

Possible Ending Location: The Lightheart's estate

piosenniel · 08-10-2004, 03:03 PM

Timeline

This game takes place in Year 1 of the 4th Age.

The storyline itself or plot covers a total of one month.

This requires a time commitment of 8 weeks from me, the game owner and from the major players.

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NOTE:

This game opened on 08/21 - the 8 week end date for play will be 10/16.

~*~ Pio

piosenniel · 08-10-2004, 03:04 PM

Carry-along characters played by Crystal:

1.) Eowyn Lightheart - Mother of Sandrina. She is a brave woman who is very stubborn. She doesn't like it when she hears people say that women can not do something. That is the only time she will voice her opinion. She is rather quiet, and reserved but determined and strong.

2.) Henry Lightheart - Father of Sandrina. Very opinionated and will not allow anyone to come in between him and his family. He fights when he thinks it is appropriate. He is not shy in anyway. He is skilled in sword fighting and using his mind against an opponent in battle-but thinking out manipulative type of things is not his strong point. He is determined and strong as well. He is also very brave, much braver then Eowyn.

piosenniel · 08-10-2004, 03:05 PM

Crystal Heart’s main character - Sandrina Sandrine Lightheart

Name: Sandrina Sandrine Lightheart

Age: Twenty-four

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Weapons: None because they were all taken from her during the fall

Appearance: Long brown hair and brown eyes. She wears a light brown cloak and other earth tone colored clothes.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: She is determined to find out who she is. Her weakness is trusting too easily. She is strong and unwavering in her decisions, but because she has lost her memory she is very uncertain.

She is strong and very stubborn. She doesn't like to give up. Everything she does has a purpose no matter what. She is very honest, and she can't stand lying. But she will if it means that she saves her life or her parent's lives. Her weakness is fear itself, that and blood. She doesn't like the sight of blood.

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Crystal Heart’s post first for the game

A young woman walked into the Inn; her hood concealed her face. It was the only form of protection because her weapon had been taken from her. She looked around the Inn in interest. It was much different then the other Inns she had been in, but it seemed quaint enough for her liking. She walked swiftly through the maze of chairs and tables to the front desk. She touched her pouch. There was enough coins for a nice meal, a couple of drinks, and a room for the night.

She sat down on a stool. She pulled the hood from her head slowly and shook her hair out from under it. Auburn hair pulled away and lay in soft curls as it always did. Her unusual mixture of brown and green eyes looked around the room. She didn't open her mouth to say a word. This place was so different then she had first realized.

She wasn't afraid or shy of this place. She just liked to be quiet for a while and take it all in. She learned more by just listening to the people around her. She also learned more about the place she was in by how the people acted, talked, and what they ate and drank. Someone had once told her that it was a type of gift of hers, but she had never believed it. It was only just a skill she had acquired over her years of travel.

She had left her home so many years ago that she couldn't remember where that home had been. She had lost several years of her memory. She wasn't sure how it had happened, but it had and she hadn't regained it back. She had a feeling that she didn't want to remember those memories ever again anyway so she wasn't worried about the fact.

She did remember her name, or at least what she thought her name was. She had been under so many aliases that she had started to forget what her own name was, but she remembered it right now. Her name was something wonderful, at least in her opinion. Crystal Lerena Sandrine Heart. A name that she had thought was regal and noble, even though she didn't come from noble or regal blood.

She decided to order a drink at first. She wasn't sure what they sold here.

"Excuse me, but what is a good drink to have around here?" Crystal asked the bartender. The bartender nodded and handed her an ale. Crystal looked up and thanked the Innkeeper. She took a small sip and gave a smile. It was rather good.

Her memory wandered, but there was still places where she still couldn't remember a thing. In her travelings around middle earth she had been in rather rough fight with a drunken man that had mistaken her as his wife. His fists had been wild and hard against the skull of her head. There was only portions of that she actually remembered. She did remember waking up in a place with a woman over her telling her what had happened to her. She couldn't remember many other things after that. Her memory was slowly coming back, but it was so painfully slow that she had stopped trying to actually remember. She wasn't even entirely sure that Crystal was her real name.

She thought back hard against the bearer, but nothing would budge in her mind. There was just a black portion that just sat there, unweilding against her mental pushes. She itched her neck and felt something she hadn't noticed before. She pulled the rough thing away from her and saw a necklace. It was long with a pendant on the end. She read it: SANDRINA SANDRINE Lightheart. Ah, that was her name. It had to be. She couldn't have found it any where else. She smiled. SANDRINA looked up and watched in interest as people sang. She had could not remember anything about songs. There was a barrier against the memories of her childhood. Like most of her memories they seemed to be locked behind doors that she did not carry keys for. She couldn't even remember exactly why she had come in the Inn. There had been a purpose she supposed. She knew she wanted a drink, but there had been something else. She couldn't remember.

The only thing she could remember was that terrible fall. She had been riding with people that she knew were familiar and that she had known at one time, but she couldn't put her finger on who they were. They had been in Gondor then or so she thought. She had toppled off and had hit her head against something hard. When she had awoken she remembered being in the dark with no money, no weapon, and no means of transport home. She remembered that she couldn't remember who she was or where she was from. She hadn't remembered where home was. She still wasn't sure.

She figured that had been at least a year ago. She couldn't recall time anymore. Everything seemed to blurr. Every once in a while she would remember a tidbit of something, but it only made her confused because she didn't know what it meant to her. All of her memories that she had still maintained were pieced together in a makeshift puzzle that really didn't fit together. There was such blackness all through her memory that she had no idea what things were real and what she had made up on her own.

She smiled softly to herself as she recalled what one of the people she had met in similar type Inn had decided to call her. Crystal, like her voice was his reasoning. She had carried it around without a last name, telling everyone that she was Crystal. She remembered someone saying that she had a kind heart and had decided to make that her last name. Other then that she had had no memory of her real name.

Until today. She had been sitting here thinking when she had found the necklace around her neck and remember that her name was Eowyn Lightheart. She had recalled that the heart part of her name had sounded familiar. She couldn't remember when she had had a normal bath last. She usually got very wet in her travels and her and her clothes had ended up clean. Now that she thought about it, she wondered if her accident had really been a year ago after all. Maybe it had only been about three weeks in actuality. Or had it been longer? A month maybe? She had no idea.

She frowned in frustration. There just didn't seem to be any hope for her to remember anything about herself and what she use to be. This was her now, whatever it was she had become. At least she had a real name to fall back on. Maybe if people called her that then she would start remembering more.

As their songs drifted to her ears she wished that they would unlock something in her, something that would make sense to her. She had was sick and tired of guessing about her past and making up theories about what she supposed she knew.

She sipped her ale and wondered if she would be a loner without a home, without a memory, without a purpose for the rest of her miserable life. She hadn't been happy wandering around like an invalid, wondering what and who she truly was. There wasn't a thing that she could do on her own to unlock her vital memories. She put her head in her hand and sighed deeply.

She sat upon that stool when something hit her. A whirlwind of memories that just came to her. There had been something in the air, a smell that she remembered. Memories of her childhood came back. Her mother's name, Eowyn, her father's smile. Her father, Henry. He had had no sons, just her. She was their heir.

And then she realized why the people had left her for dead after she had fallen. She remembered who they where. They were her father's brother's children, her cousins. They had been angry at the fact that everything of the Lightheart's would go to her when her father died. That she would be the heir of their grand family. She would be the one that made decisions and would own the property that they had been blessed with.

She suddenly remembered her home, every small detail of every room. She had lived right here in Rohan.

She looked around the Inn, looking for familiar faces even if she could not recall the names that went along with them. She hoped she could find someone that knew her.

piosenniel · 08-10-2004, 03:09 PM

DEDICATED CHARACTER

Firefoot – playing Henry Lightheart’s younger brother/Sandrina’s uncle

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NAME: Harold Lightheart

AGE: 45

RACE: Man of Rohan

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Harold carries a long knife at all times. It’s wooden handle is bound in leather worn from use. The blade is straight, and Harold makes sure that it is always sharp. He also has a sword that he is deft at using. The sword was well-made, and has a double edged blade with a black hilt inlaid with silver. He usually only carries it when he travels, but it is always nearby in case he needs it.

APPEARANCE: Harold is 5'10" and broad shouldered. He is an intimidating figure to people who do not know him, and even to many people who do. He is very strong, and surprisingly agile and quick, though as he has gotten older he has also gotten slower, which he resents. He has shoulder-length blond hair and dark blue eyes. His face is hard, and if he wants to he can usually keep his emotions hidden.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Harold is a very proud man, and though he was very arrogant as a teenager, age and experience has taught him better. He learned never to underestimate others’ abilities and motives, so that he would not be surprised. He is also very confident, and fiercely competitive. He expects a lot of himself and other people, especially his sons. He rarely gives compliments, and can usually find errors in his and others’ works. Harold is quite clever and wily, and always scheming to get the better half of everything. His manner adds to his intimidating appearance, and he can also be very persuasive. Because of this, he usually gets what he wants. Harold has a fierce temper, and most people know to stay out of his way when he is mad. He has little or no sense of humor, and finds pleasure mostly in getting what he wants and succeeding in whatever he sets his mind to. He also feels that women are inferior to men - that they are foolish, self-centered, and weak. The only reasons that he married in the first place were because he wanted to have some sons and he thought she would be useful for housecleaning and cooking.

HISTORY: Harold was born a couple years after his brother Henry, much to his chagrin. This meant that Henry, not Harold, would someday inherit the family property and business. Harold has always felt that he should be the one to get it, that he is more ‘qualified’ for the inheritance. When they were teenagers Harold tried to kill Henry in order to get the inheritance, but he failed and Henry never forgot, telling him that Harold would never get the land. This bothered Harold for two reasons: first and most obvious, he would not get the land or the inheritance, and secondly because he had failed in the attempt. In fact, the second reason seemed almost worse to him.

When he was twenty years old, Harold married and had his two sons within a few years. He has taught his sons the same values and beliefs that he held. Neither of the boys were very old when Harold’s parents died, and Henry got the land. Henry allowed Harold’s family to live in a small house on the edge of the property, and earn their keep by working at the family business, doing small jobs. Harold often wished that they were harder jobs, and felt that his brother was mocking him a bit by giving him easy ones, but Harold was too proud to ask for harder jobs. It irritated Harold very much that he was under the charge of his brother, working in the business that he wanted to own. This was also a large dent to Harold’s pride.

Finally, he and his sons were able to put together a plot to kill Sandrina as the heir to the Lightheart property. The plot was completed, and word came back that she was dead. Almost a year later, Henry and Eowyn finally moved away and left Harold the inheritance.

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Firefoot’s post

Harold wandered through one of the two aisles of a small store in the village near his home. Usually he would have sent one of his sons or workers to get supplies, but today he had decided to go himself and get a break from his business. His business. It still gave him pleasure to think how he had finally outsmarted his brother and gotten the Lightheart inheritance.

Other than Harold, there were only two other people in this small building. A man, and the storekeeper who he was talking to. Harold realized that they probably didn’t know he was there when he heard what they were saying.

“Do you remember Sandrina? You know, the daughter of Henry Lightheart?” the one man was saying. Harold stiffened at the names of his dead niece and brother. He wondered what news there could possibly be concerning her. Unless... “I heard she’s alive,” said the man. Harold could feel the rage rising up in him, and he stalked out of the store without buying anything or waiting to hear any more. He mounted his horse and heeled him into a gallop, heedless of anything but his own angry thoughts. Those sons of mine will be hearing it from me. They said she was dead! And now... Harold realized that he had to do something. It wasn’t the girl he was afraid of - far from it - it was her father. Henry would come after him to kill him; Harold had little doubt of that. I would be a fool to stay here. However, his pride warred with the thought of leaving. Only cowards flee, and I am certainly no coward.

Harold’s sense and his pride battled within him the entire way back to his property. The bay horse was lathered with sweat from the long gallop, but Harold had finally decided that, pride or no pride, he would rather be a live coward than a dead fool. Harold handed his horse off to a groom and saw his son Arthur crossing the yard.

“Get Samuel and come to my study,” said Harold thickly, not bothering to hide his anger. “But first spread word to my men that they are to meet and wait for me behind the house as soon as possible.” Harold knew that his son would know which men he meant; they were the select few that he had informed of their plans of Sandrina. He had not told them all at once, for then they might have told Henry. Rather, he had fed them the information bit by bit so that by the time they knew the whole plan, not only was it too late to save Sandrina, but it was also too late for them, because if they had gone to Henry they would have been every bit as guilty as Harold and his sons. Arthur hurried to do as Harold had said, and Harold made his way to the study to wait for them, every minute causing him to be more and more upset.

When his sons finally made their way to his study, Harold exploded. “Sandrina is alive. How hard could it have been to kill a weak, foolish girl? And yet you two seem incapable of even that task! Do you realize what this will cost us? Your error is forcing us to flee the property, because if we stay, Henry will come and kill us. That girl that you could have killed - should have been killed - is alive, and when she makes her way back to Henry he will come after us. No more Lightheart business for us! We won’t even be working here anymore! Instead we are forced to flee like cowards. Now, go and join my men behind the house. If you have something to say to me, you can say it there. I will be there shortly.” Harold was so mad that he was quivering slightly. He sat for a moment to calm down a bit and collect his thoughts. Then he got up and followed his sons outside.

Samuel and Arthur stood a little apart from the rest. Harold ran his cold blue eyes over everyone, silently making sure everyone was there, each one shifting uneasily when his gaze rested on him. When he was satisfied, he began to speak, his voice quieter than it had been for his boys, but holding no less intensity or anger. “In case you have not heard, Sandrina is alive.” This news brought murmurs from the group. “We can no longer stay here, or else Henry will come back, and do not expect him to have any mercy on any of you! We must leave, but before we go we are going to carry off everything that we can possibly take from this estate.” Harold wasn’t sure where that had come from, but he rather liked the idea. “The other thing that needs to happen is someone needs to get rid of Sandrina once and for all. Someone more capable than my sons seemingly are,” said Harold with a pointed glare at Arthur and Samuel. “One or two of you should suffice. Now, does anyone have any ideas, thoughts, or opinions?”

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piosenniel · 08-10-2004, 03:11 PM

CHARACTERS NEEDED

1.) Arthur Lightheart - Harold's oldest son

2.) Samuel Lightheart - Harold's youngest son

Two male Rangers (They will have been from Gondor and know of the search for Sandrina but won't know the new whereabouts of her parents. They are there to aid in the capture of her cousins.)

3.) 1 male Ranger

4.) 1 male Ranger

5.) 1 Sword Maiden (An old childhood friend of Sandrina's that had been waiting for Sandrina's arrival in Gondor because she is the daughter of one of the trading families due to trade with her.)

6.) 1 Family Friend – male or female (Recognizes her in the Inn (Male or Female) Regular that was waiting in Gondor for her as well.

7.) 1 Female (Who wants to come along in hopes of gaining a reward)

08-10-2004, 03:03 PM	#3
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Timeline This game takes place in Year 1 of the 4th Age. The storyline itself or plot covers a total of one month. This requires a time commitment of 8 weeks from me, the game owner and from the major players. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- NOTE: This game opened on 08/21 - the 8 week end date for play will be 10/16. ~~ Pio Last edited by piosenniel; 09-23-2004 at 11:52 AM.*

08-10-2004, 03:09 PM	#6
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	DEDICATED CHARACTER Firefoot – playing Henry Lightheart’s younger brother/Sandrina’s uncle ~~ NAME:* Harold Lightheart AGE: 45 RACE: Man of Rohan GENDER: Male WEAPONS: Harold carries a long knife at all times. It’s wooden handle is bound in leather worn from use. The blade is straight, and Harold makes sure that it is always sharp. He also has a sword that he is deft at using. The sword was well-made, and has a double edged blade with a black hilt inlaid with silver. He usually only carries it when he travels, but it is always nearby in case he needs it. APPEARANCE: Harold is 5'10" and broad shouldered. He is an intimidating figure to people who do not know him, and even to many people who do. He is very strong, and surprisingly agile and quick, though as he has gotten older he has also gotten slower, which he resents. He has shoulder-length blond hair and dark blue eyes. His face is hard, and if he wants to he can usually keep his emotions hidden. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Harold is a very proud man, and though he was very arrogant as a teenager, age and experience has taught him better. He learned never to underestimate others’ abilities and motives, so that he would not be surprised. He is also very confident, and fiercely competitive. He expects a lot of himself and other people, especially his sons. He rarely gives compliments, and can usually find errors in his and others’ works. Harold is quite clever and wily, and always scheming to get the better half of everything. His manner adds to his intimidating appearance, and he can also be very persuasive. Because of this, he usually gets what he wants. Harold has a fierce temper, and most people know to stay out of his way when he is mad. He has little or no sense of humor, and finds pleasure mostly in getting what he wants and succeeding in whatever he sets his mind to. He also feels that women are inferior to men - that they are foolish, self-centered, and weak. The only reasons that he married in the first place were because he wanted to have some sons and he thought she would be useful for housecleaning and cooking. HISTORY: Harold was born a couple years after his brother Henry, much to his chagrin. This meant that Henry, not Harold, would someday inherit the family property and business. Harold has always felt that he should be the one to get it, that he is more ‘qualified’ for the inheritance. When they were teenagers Harold tried to kill Henry in order to get the inheritance, but he failed and Henry never forgot, telling him that Harold would never get the land. This bothered Harold for two reasons: first and most obvious, he would not get the land or the inheritance, and secondly because he had failed in the attempt. In fact, the second reason seemed almost worse to him. When he was twenty years old, Harold married and had his two sons within a few years. He has taught his sons the same values and beliefs that he held. Neither of the boys were very old when Harold’s parents died, and Henry got the land. Henry allowed Harold’s family to live in a small house on the edge of the property, and earn their keep by working at the family business, doing small jobs. Harold often wished that they were harder jobs, and felt that his brother was mocking him a bit by giving him easy ones, but Harold was too proud to ask for harder jobs. It irritated Harold very much that he was under the charge of his brother, working in the business that he wanted to own. This was also a large dent to Harold’s pride. Finally, he and his sons were able to put together a plot to kill Sandrina as the heir to the Lightheart property. The plot was completed, and word came back that she was dead. Almost a year later, Henry and Eowyn finally moved away and left Harold the inheritance. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Firefoot’s post Harold wandered through one of the two aisles of a small store in the village near his home. Usually he would have sent one of his sons or workers to get supplies, but today he had decided to go himself and get a break from his business. His business. It still gave him pleasure to think how he had finally outsmarted his brother and gotten the Lightheart inheritance. Other than Harold, there were only two other people in this small building. A man, and the storekeeper who he was talking to. Harold realized that they probably didn’t know he was there when he heard what they were saying. “Do you remember Sandrina? You know, the daughter of Henry Lightheart?” the one man was saying. Harold stiffened at the names of his dead niece and brother. He wondered what news there could possibly be concerning her. Unless... “I heard she’s alive,” said the man. Harold could feel the rage rising up in him, and he stalked out of the store without buying anything or waiting to hear any more. He mounted his horse and heeled him into a gallop, heedless of anything but his own angry thoughts. Those sons of mine will be hearing it from me. They said she was dead! And now... Harold realized that he had to do something. It wasn’t the girl he was afraid of - far from it - it was her father. Henry would come after him to kill him; Harold had little doubt of that. I would be a fool to stay here. However, his pride warred with the thought of leaving. Only cowards flee, and I am certainly no coward. Harold’s sense and his pride battled within him the entire way back to his property. The bay horse was lathered with sweat from the long gallop, but Harold had finally decided that, pride or no pride, he would rather be a live coward than a dead fool. Harold handed his horse off to a groom and saw his son Arthur crossing the yard. “Get Samuel and come to my study,” said Harold thickly, not bothering to hide his anger. “But first spread word to my men that they are to meet and wait for me behind the house as soon as possible.” Harold knew that his son would know which men he meant; they were the select few that he had informed of their plans of Sandrina. He had not told them all at once, for then they might have told Henry. Rather, he had fed them the information bit by bit so that by the time they knew the whole plan, not only was it too late to save Sandrina, but it was also too late for them, because if they had gone to Henry they would have been every bit as guilty as Harold and his sons. Arthur hurried to do as Harold had said, and Harold made his way to the study to wait for them, every minute causing him to be more and more upset. When his sons finally made their way to his study, Harold exploded. “Sandrina is alive. How hard could it have been to kill a weak, foolish girl? And yet you two seem incapable of even that task! Do you realize what this will cost us? Your error is forcing us to flee the property, because if we stay, Henry will come and kill us. That girl that you could have killed - should have been killed - is alive, and when she makes her way back to Henry he will come after us. No more Lightheart business for us! We won’t even be working here anymore! Instead we are forced to flee like cowards. Now, go and join my men behind the house. If you have something to say to me, you can say it there. I will be there shortly.” Harold was so mad that he was quivering slightly. He sat for a moment to calm down a bit and collect his thoughts. Then he got up and followed his sons outside. Samuel and Arthur stood a little apart from the rest. Harold ran his cold blue eyes over everyone, silently making sure everyone was there, each one shifting uneasily when his gaze rested on him. When he was satisfied, he began to speak, his voice quieter than it had been for his boys, but holding no less intensity or anger. “In case you have not heard, Sandrina is alive.” This news brought murmurs from the group. “We can no longer stay here, or else Henry will come back, and do not expect him to have any mercy on any of you! We must leave, but before we go we are going to carry off everything that we can possibly take from this estate.” Harold wasn’t sure where that had come from, but he rather liked the idea. “The other thing that needs to happen is someone needs to get rid of Sandrina once and for all. Someone more capable than my sons seemingly are,” said Harold with a pointed glare at Arthur and Samuel. “One or two of you should suffice. Now, does anyone have any ideas, thoughts, or opinions?” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Last edited by piosenniel; 08-15-2004 at 01:38 PM.

08-10-2004, 03:02 PM	#1
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	The purpose of this story is to discover the missing Sandrina, have her regain her memory, and get revenge on those who betrayed her. This means that the story is over when Arthur, Samuel, and Harold are all brought to justice; Sandrina remembers who she is; and is safely back with her parents, who also regain their land.

08-10-2004, 03:04 PM	#4
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Carry-along characters played by Crystal: 1.) Eowyn Lightheart - Mother of Sandrina. She is a brave woman who is very stubborn. She doesn't like it when she hears people say that women can not do something. That is the only time she will voice her opinion. She is rather quiet, and reserved but determined and strong. 2.) Henry Lightheart - Father of Sandrina. Very opinionated and will not allow anyone to come in between him and his family. He fights when he thinks it is appropriate. He is not shy in anyway. He is skilled in sword fighting and using his mind against an opponent in battle-but thinking out manipulative type of things is not his strong point. He is determined and strong as well. He is also very brave, much braver then Eowyn.

08-10-2004, 03:05 PM	#5
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Crystal Heart’s main character - Sandrina Sandrine Lightheart Name: Sandrina Sandrine Lightheart Age: Twenty-four Race: Human Gender: Female Weapons: None because they were all taken from her during the fall Appearance: Long brown hair and brown eyes. She wears a light brown cloak and other earth tone colored clothes. Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: She is determined to find out who she is. Her weakness is trusting too easily. She is strong and unwavering in her decisions, but because she has lost her memory she is very uncertain. She is strong and very stubborn. She doesn't like to give up. Everything she does has a purpose no matter what. She is very honest, and she can't stand lying. But she will if it means that she saves her life or her parent's lives. Her weakness is fear itself, that and blood. She doesn't like the sight of blood. ---------------------------------- Crystal Heart’s post first for the game A young woman walked into the Inn; her hood concealed her face. It was the only form of protection because her weapon had been taken from her. She looked around the Inn in interest. It was much different then the other Inns she had been in, but it seemed quaint enough for her liking. She walked swiftly through the maze of chairs and tables to the front desk. She touched her pouch. There was enough coins for a nice meal, a couple of drinks, and a room for the night. She sat down on a stool. She pulled the hood from her head slowly and shook her hair out from under it. Auburn hair pulled away and lay in soft curls as it always did. Her unusual mixture of brown and green eyes looked around the room. She didn't open her mouth to say a word. This place was so different then she had first realized. She wasn't afraid or shy of this place. She just liked to be quiet for a while and take it all in. She learned more by just listening to the people around her. She also learned more about the place she was in by how the people acted, talked, and what they ate and drank. Someone had once told her that it was a type of gift of hers, but she had never believed it. It was only just a skill she had acquired over her years of travel. She had left her home so many years ago that she couldn't remember where that home had been. She had lost several years of her memory. She wasn't sure how it had happened, but it had and she hadn't regained it back. She had a feeling that she didn't want to remember those memories ever again anyway so she wasn't worried about the fact. She did remember her name, or at least what she thought her name was. She had been under so many aliases that she had started to forget what her own name was, but she remembered it right now. Her name was something wonderful, at least in her opinion. Crystal Lerena Sandrine Heart. A name that she had thought was regal and noble, even though she didn't come from noble or regal blood. She decided to order a drink at first. She wasn't sure what they sold here. "Excuse me, but what is a good drink to have around here?" Crystal asked the bartender. The bartender nodded and handed her an ale. Crystal looked up and thanked the Innkeeper. She took a small sip and gave a smile. It was rather good. Her memory wandered, but there was still places where she still couldn't remember a thing. In her travelings around middle earth she had been in rather rough fight with a drunken man that had mistaken her as his wife. His fists had been wild and hard against the skull of her head. There was only portions of that she actually remembered. She did remember waking up in a place with a woman over her telling her what had happened to her. She couldn't remember many other things after that. Her memory was slowly coming back, but it was so painfully slow that she had stopped trying to actually remember. She wasn't even entirely sure that Crystal was her real name. She thought back hard against the bearer, but nothing would budge in her mind. There was just a black portion that just sat there, unweilding against her mental pushes. She itched her neck and felt something she hadn't noticed before. She pulled the rough thing away from her and saw a necklace. It was long with a pendant on the end. She read it: SANDRINA SANDRINE Lightheart. Ah, that was her name. It had to be. She couldn't have found it any where else. She smiled. SANDRINA looked up and watched in interest as people sang. She had could not remember anything about songs. There was a barrier against the memories of her childhood. Like most of her memories they seemed to be locked behind doors that she did not carry keys for. She couldn't even remember exactly why she had come in the Inn. There had been a purpose she supposed. She knew she wanted a drink, but there had been something else. She couldn't remember. The only thing she could remember was that terrible fall. She had been riding with people that she knew were familiar and that she had known at one time, but she couldn't put her finger on who they were. They had been in Gondor then or so she thought. She had toppled off and had hit her head against something hard. When she had awoken she remembered being in the dark with no money, no weapon, and no means of transport home. She remembered that she couldn't remember who she was or where she was from. She hadn't remembered where home was. She still wasn't sure. She figured that had been at least a year ago. She couldn't recall time anymore. Everything seemed to blurr. Every once in a while she would remember a tidbit of something, but it only made her confused because she didn't know what it meant to her. All of her memories that she had still maintained were pieced together in a makeshift puzzle that really didn't fit together. There was such blackness all through her memory that she had no idea what things were real and what she had made up on her own. She smiled softly to herself as she recalled what one of the people she had met in similar type Inn had decided to call her. Crystal, like her voice was his reasoning. She had carried it around without a last name, telling everyone that she was Crystal. She remembered someone saying that she had a kind heart and had decided to make that her last name. Other then that she had had no memory of her real name. Until today. She had been sitting here thinking when she had found the necklace around her neck and remember that her name was Eowyn Lightheart. She had recalled that the heart part of her name had sounded familiar. She couldn't remember when she had had a normal bath last. She usually got very wet in her travels and her and her clothes had ended up clean. Now that she thought about it, she wondered if her accident had really been a year ago after all. Maybe it had only been about three weeks in actuality. Or had it been longer? A month maybe? She had no idea. She frowned in frustration. There just didn't seem to be any hope for her to remember anything about herself and what she use to be. This was her now, whatever it was she had become. At least she had a real name to fall back on. Maybe if people called her that then she would start remembering more. As their songs drifted to her ears she wished that they would unlock something in her, something that would make sense to her. She had was sick and tired of guessing about her past and making up theories about what she supposed she knew. She sipped her ale and wondered if she would be a loner without a home, without a memory, without a purpose for the rest of her miserable life. She hadn't been happy wandering around like an invalid, wondering what and who she truly was. There wasn't a thing that she could do on her own to unlock her vital memories. She put her head in her hand and sighed deeply. She sat upon that stool when something hit her. A whirlwind of memories that just came to her. There had been something in the air, a smell that she remembered. Memories of her childhood came back. Her mother's name, Eowyn, her father's smile. Her father, Henry. He had had no sons, just her. She was their heir. And then she realized why the people had left her for dead after she had fallen. She remembered who they where. They were her father's brother's children, her cousins. They had been angry at the fact that everything of the Lightheart's would go to her when her father died. That she would be the heir of their grand family. She would be the one that made decisions and would own the property that they had been blessed with. She suddenly remembered her home, every small detail of every room. She had lived right here in Rohan. She looked around the Inn, looking for familiar faces even if she could not recall the names that went along with them. She hoped she could find someone that knew her.

08-10-2004, 03:11 PM	#7
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	CHARACTERS NEEDED 1.) Arthur Lightheart - Harold's oldest son 2.) Samuel Lightheart - Harold's youngest son Two male Rangers (They will have been from Gondor and know of the search for Sandrina but won't know the new whereabouts of her parents. They are there to aid in the capture of her cousins.) 3.) 1 male Ranger 4.) 1 male Ranger 5.) 1 Sword Maiden (An old childhood friend of Sandrina's that had been waiting for Sandrina's arrival in Gondor because she is the daughter of one of the trading families due to trade with her.) 6.) 1 Family Friend – male or female (Recognizes her in the Inn (Male or Female) Regular that was waiting in Gondor for her as well. 7.) 1 Female (Who wants to come along in hopes of gaining a reward)