[Arvedui III]

Hey, still room for another on this really cool-sounding RPG?

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES, Road to Erebor, Reclaiming the City, Truth in a Dark Place.

How Many RPGs are You Currently Involved In? 1- Restistance

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – NO


NAME: Flech

AGE:17

RACE: Hillmen of Arnor

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Fletch carries a spear slung across his back and two pouches of poison darts.

APPEARANCE: Short and slight, Fletch doesn't truly resemble his hillmen brothers, but rather a severely starved dwarf. Yet he has the same scraggly hair, rough dark skin, and piercing black eyes.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Partially because of his physical stature, Fletch is a loner, even for a hillman. Preferring to rove from rocks and trees in the quiet of the woods, he doesn't have much tolerance for others, nor much sway over them. And maybe because of that, he bears a great hate both of himself and anyone in his way, yet also a great loyalty to those who win his respect. Fletch is deadly with darts and almost any ranged weapon he can lay his hands on, but near worthless in close quarter combat. And quiet as the hills he knows, and swifter of foot then many of his kin, it may not necessarily matter.

HISTORY: Fletch hard earned his place among the Hillmen of Wolf. Born to a common warrior who died when he was young, Fletch inherited nothing, save hardship and misery, and near starvation because of his form until he was old enough to prove his worth through trial and error as a spy against the rangers.
And now he roves aimlessly among the, for now, quiet landscape of Arnor, hunting and living alone where he may. When he does encounter other hillmen, it is only at call of Wolf and his brothers, who first gave him food in return for his information. Otherwise, he skirts all others, not speaking unless spoken to, not offering help or asking for it. Fletch works alone.

FIRST POST:
Dawn crept quietly over the hills and trees of Arnor, reflecting in the glassy blue lake as though it were a mirror to second world, seamless and unobstructed as the still water. Yet the sunrise reflected also in twin black eyes, pools as cold, glassy, and keen as the lake they watched in the early morning.

Knife had been right. They had appeared, and it didn't look like they would go away.

Fletch crept down to a lower rock and cursed as one of the circle of lone gray figures turned his way. Flech tensed behind his hiding place, straining to descry the spy he had aroused and be invisible at the same time. But, it was only a passing glance; And relaxing his small frame, he returned the little shaft he'd pulled from a pouch around his neck gingerly. Now his watery eyes swept the camp around the lake, full of tents, horses, untended firepits, dirty pots from the night before.

The whole scale of the invaders disrespect and sheer -there was no other word for it- defilement of their land, his land, made his blood seethe.

But Wolf and Bear would drive them away, Fletch soundly believed that. The night willing, they would drive the southmen away, and he had every intention of helping anyway he could. It would start this morning, Fletch thought as he made no sound heading back to report. Yes, it would start today, the sun and moon willing.
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Hope that works, this is really great RPG.
Arvedui

[ August 21, 2003: Message edited by: Arvedui III ]