Island of Sorrow Planning/Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Envinyatar · 05-19-2005, 05:23 PM

Here's my first post.

Pio, I've brought us just north of the Havens - the night before we find Malris' ship. Can you get us to the ship?

- E -

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PLACED ON PROPOSAL ~*~ Pio

The stars were just opening in night’s field, glittering more brightly as the sun sank beneath the rim of the sea. There was enough light for Orëmir to study his brother’s face as he sat opposite him on his bedroll.

Orëmir’s hands were busy with his carving knife and a small piece of beech, one of many he’d brought with him from Imladris. From this one he was teasing a small chickadee, one of the many he’d seen on his treks along the valley’s sides seeking plants for his medicines. They were bright little birds, in spirit, if not in color. And they never ceased to make him smile with their hopping about beneath the low growing shrubs, ever on the alert for food.

His brother’s hands were busy with quill and ink; teasing some piece of history from his mind. Setting it down in black upon soft white as he scratched the letters across the pages of his journal. Capturing it; making it stand still. Almost as if it were some charm against its fading.

It had not proved so.

And here they found themselves, making a rough camp on a small rise above some unnamed stream flowing south from Emyn Uial into the Lhune. The healer and the word-smith. One in their affection for each other, but divided by the decision that must soon be made.

In the gathering darkness and his tangling thoughts, the knife slipped, nicking his finger. Blood welled up from the cut, and he brought the injured digit to his mouth to stanch the flow. It was salty. The taste of it mingling with the scent from the sea when the wind from the west blew up the river. His senses sharpened to a pinpoint and he thought, too, he could hear the sound of the far bells at the entrance to the harbor as the waves rocked them on their buoys.

‘The gulls, at least, are silent,’ he thought to himself as he drew his leather pouch toward him, fishing in it for a wad of moss to place against the wound.

piosenniel · 05-19-2005, 08:41 PM

Will do, Envinyatar!

~*~ Pio

Anguirel · 05-20-2005, 01:31 AM

Brilliant stuff, Envinyatar...I hope to have lots of fun arguments...

piosenniel · 05-20-2005, 03:41 AM

My post is now on board.

~*~ Pio

Feanor of the Peredhil · 05-20-2005, 08:20 AM

*** PLACED ON GAME PROPOSAL ~*~ PIO ***

Name: Tasarënì

Age: 7221 years

Race: Noldorin Elf of Lothlorien

Gender: female

Weapons: twin blades, slender and slightly curved; perfectly balanced with black hilts. Silver dagger elaborately carved with vines on the hilt. Is adept with both longbow and staff, but prefers niether. Years before she carried her blades crossed on her back. These days she goes weaponless but for the dagger which she keeps tucked away.

Appearance: Tall and slender, Tasarënì has long golden hair that is usually partially braided to stay out of her eyes, but still falls to the middle of her back. She has pale skin that rarely flushes and shimmering grey eyes. Her favorite colors are blue and silver, and so usually she is clothed in flowing gowns in those colors. She wears a belt made to look like twining lengths of willow leaves. In days of battle, she was more likely to be found in men's garb, favoring knee-length tunics over loose breeches. Her armor was crimson, but is no longer around, having been cloven asunder during the Nirnaeth. She bears a long white scar along her left jaw bone.

Personality: Tasarënì is unsure of herself, though not in battle. She avoids large gatherings at all costs, preferring fireside chats with old friends. When she was young, her love of all things good and her mercy brought her to become cold to those who were too ambitious to recognize what was right. Her heart melted some when she once witnessed a handsome young Elf turn aside from a race to help the son of Fëanor. From that moment she loved him for she saw in that instant past his short temper and to the kindness in his heart.

Through the years, her heart has softened considerably until the only creatures who do not receive her unconditional love and mercy are the spawn of Melkor; those with no hope of salvation. To them, she is as cold as ice, and will slay them swiftly at need. Tasarënì is quick and intelligent, but saves her judgements, keeping counsel only with herself, and, in later Ages, with Galadriel.

History: As a maiden in the fairest lands about Tirion, Tasarënì has always had a fondness for beautiful things. Her heart was open and she was merciful, but could not bear to tolerate ambitious types who would ignore a call for help to achieve their own ends. She was cold to most people, until they won her respect, but ever after would she be kind and gentle with them. When she was young, Tasarënì witnessed Malris in a race and loved him. Her unsurity caused her to delay in informing him of this fact, and eventually she decided not to. However being the perceptive lad that he is, he figured it out and was sick at heart, for he knew that he could not return her love, and so allowed her to believe he was unaware. However they became fast friends regardless.

When Melkor stole the silmarilli, Tasa was absolutely devestated by the malice and the loss of such beauty. She could not stomach evil, and so when Fëanor called for war, her heart was kindled, and she joined him. When she learned that Malris rode as well, she was overjoyed.

Her heart, kind and merciful as it was, was torn between her love of the Valar and her hatred of Morgoth. During the Kinslaying, though she took part, she knew that it was wrong and wept, her tears mingling with the blood of the Teleri.

Through all battles, Tasa fought valiantly, believing it the greater evil to allow Morgoth's evil to spread than to destory it. Through this time, her friendship with Malris grew and at times they would meet in the midst of battle and smile to know each was there.

At the Nirnaeth, Tasa was grieviously wounded and was unable to fight again for a very long time. It was at this time that she met Galadriel and knew that her allegiance was torn. Though she loved Maedhros and would happily lay down her life for him, she loved the goodness and purity of Galadriel and at this time vowed that she would lay down her arms and become a handmaiden, if allowed. It was, and she did. Through the many long years, Malris and Tasa lost touch, but she never forgot that her heart belonged to him, and he never forgot that he could not accept it.

Shoot... the bell just rang. I have school until 11:30 and then work until 5:00, but after that I should have time to finish writing this up and editing it a bit. Like Estelyn says... better finished than perfect. I'll get this finished if it takes me a dozen edits!

Anguirel · 05-20-2005, 10:38 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

Her heart melted some when she once witnessed a handsome young Elf turn aside from a race to help the son of Fëanor. From that moment she loved him for she saw in that instant past his short temper and to the kindness in his heart. Sadly, seeing his love for Giledhel, and hers for him, Tasarënì never spoke of it.
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Allow me to lean forward in interest...

Firefoot · 05-20-2005, 01:50 PM

I promise, I'm working on my bio. I've just been busy.

I was thinking, though. Fea, since both of our characters are from Lothlórien, will they have travelled together? I'm open to either way, but I was curious to your thoughts on this.

05-19-2005, 05:23 PM	#1
Envinyatar Quill Revenant Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Wandering through the Downs..... Posts: 849	Here's my first post. Pio, I've brought us just north of the Havens - the night before we find Malris' ship. Can you get us to the ship? - E - ------------------------------------------------------ *PLACED ON PROPOSAL ~~ Pio** The stars were just opening in night’s field, glittering more brightly as the sun sank beneath the rim of the sea. There was enough light for Orëmir to study his brother’s face as he sat opposite him on his bedroll. Orëmir’s hands were busy with his carving knife and a small piece of beech, one of many he’d brought with him from Imladris. From this one he was teasing a small chickadee, one of the many he’d seen on his treks along the valley’s sides seeking plants for his medicines. They were bright little birds, in spirit, if not in color. And they never ceased to make him smile with their hopping about beneath the low growing shrubs, ever on the alert for food. His brother’s hands were busy with quill and ink; teasing some piece of history from his mind. Setting it down in black upon soft white as he scratched the letters across the pages of his journal. Capturing it; making it stand still. Almost as if it were some charm against its fading. It had not proved so. And here they found themselves, making a rough camp on a small rise above some unnamed stream flowing south from Emyn Uial into the Lhune. The healer and the word-smith. One in their affection for each other, but divided by the decision that must soon be made. In the gathering darkness and his tangling thoughts, the knife slipped, nicking his finger. Blood welled up from the cut, and he brought the injured digit to his mouth to stanch the flow. It was salty. The taste of it mingling with the scent from the sea when the wind from the west blew up the river. His senses sharpened to a pinpoint and he thought, too, he could hear the sound of the far bells at the entrance to the harbor as the waves rocked them on their buoys. ‘The gulls, at least, are silent,’ he thought to himself as he drew his leather pouch toward him, fishing in it for a wad of moss to place against the wound. Last edited by piosenniel; 05-19-2005 at 08:39 PM.

05-19-2005, 08:41 PM	#2
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Will do, Envinyatar! ~*~ Pio __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

05-20-2005, 01:31 AM	#3
Anguirel Byronic Brand Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: The 1590s Posts: 2,778	Brilliant stuff, Envinyatar...I hope to have lots of fun arguments... __________________ Among the friendly dead, being bad at games did not seem to matter -Il Lupo Fenriso

05-20-2005, 03:41 AM	#4
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	My post is now on board. ~*~ Pio __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

05-20-2005, 08:20 AM	#5
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	character bio: *** PLACED ON GAME PROPOSAL ~~ PIO ** Name: Tasarënì Age: 7221 years Race: Noldorin Elf of Lothlorien Gender: female Weapons: twin blades, slender and slightly curved; perfectly balanced with black hilts. Silver dagger elaborately carved with vines on the hilt. Is adept with both longbow and staff, but prefers niether. Years before she carried her blades crossed on her back. These days she goes weaponless but for the dagger which she keeps tucked away. Appearance: Tall and slender, Tasarënì has long golden hair that is usually partially braided to stay out of her eyes, but still falls to the middle of her back. She has pale skin that rarely flushes and shimmering grey eyes. Her favorite colors are blue and silver, and so usually she is clothed in flowing gowns in those colors. She wears a belt made to look like twining lengths of willow leaves. In days of battle, she was more likely to be found in men's garb, favoring knee-length tunics over loose breeches. Her armor was crimson, but is no longer around, having been cloven asunder during the Nirnaeth. She bears a long white scar along her left jaw bone. Personality: Tasarënì is unsure of herself, though not in battle. She avoids large gatherings at all costs, preferring fireside chats with old friends. When she was young, her love of all things good and her mercy brought her to become cold to those who were too ambitious to recognize what was right. Her heart melted some when she once witnessed a handsome young Elf turn aside from a race to help the son of Fëanor. From that moment she loved him for she saw in that instant past his short temper and to the kindness in his heart. Through the years, her heart has softened considerably until the only creatures who do not receive her unconditional love and mercy are the spawn of Melkor; those with no hope of salvation. To them, she is as cold as ice, and will slay them swiftly at need. Tasarënì is quick and intelligent, but saves her judgements, keeping counsel only with herself, and, in later Ages, with Galadriel. History: As a maiden in the fairest lands about Tirion, Tasarënì has always had a fondness for beautiful things. Her heart was open and she was merciful, but could not bear to tolerate ambitious types who would ignore a call for help to achieve their own ends. She was cold to most people, until they won her respect, but ever after would she be kind and gentle with them. When she was young, Tasarënì witnessed Malris in a race and loved him. Her unsurity caused her to delay in informing him of this fact, and eventually she decided not to. However being the perceptive lad that he is, he figured it out and was sick at heart, for he knew that he could not return her love, and so allowed her to believe he was unaware. However they became fast friends regardless. When Melkor stole the silmarilli, Tasa was absolutely devestated by the malice and the loss of such beauty. She could not stomach evil, and so when Fëanor called for war, her heart was kindled, and she joined him. When she learned that Malris rode as well, she was overjoyed. Her heart, kind and merciful as it was, was torn between her love of the Valar and her hatred of Morgoth. During the Kinslaying, though she took part, she knew that it was wrong and wept, her tears mingling with the blood of the Teleri. Through all battles, Tasa fought valiantly, believing it the greater evil to allow Morgoth's evil to spread than to destory it. Through this time, her friendship with Malris grew and at times they would meet in the midst of battle and smile to know each was there. At the Nirnaeth, Tasa was grieviously wounded and was unable to fight again for a very long time. It was at this time that she met Galadriel and knew that her allegiance was torn. Though she loved Maedhros and would happily lay down her life for him, she loved the goodness and purity of Galadriel and at this time vowed that she would lay down her arms and become a handmaiden, if allowed. It was, and she did. Through the many long years, Malris and Tasa lost touch, but she never forgot that her heart belonged to him, and he never forgot that he could not accept it. Shoot... the bell just rang. I have school until 11:30 and then work until 5:00, but after that I should have time to finish writing this up and editing it a bit. Like Estelyn says... better finished than perfect. I'll get this finished if it takes me a dozen edits! __________________ peace Last edited by piosenniel; 05-26-2005 at 08:35 AM.

05-20-2005, 01:50 PM	#7
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	I promise, I'm working on my bio. I've just been busy. I was thinking, though. Fea, since both of our characters are from Lothlórien, will they have travelled together? I'm open to either way, but I was curious to your thoughts on this.