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Eruwen · 07-04-2003, 09:33 PM

Hello, I was wondering if I could play in this RPG. I've been looking over the storyline for many days now, and it looks very interesting. I actually wanted to use my favorite character on this one. I used her in Cirith Ungol, though I must admit I have developed the character info a little more than when I posted there.

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? Yes, Cirith Ungol and Truth in a Dark Place

How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? 1---Hunt for the Dragon

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: Eruwen

AGE: 843

RACE: Silven

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: She carries nothing other than a wooden bow crafter by her father and a small dagger. The bow is of great Elven design which includes writings of her ancesters throughout the engravings. The arrows held in a quiver around her shoulders are of the same brownish wood as the bow and are marked with her father's personal design. The dagger she carries is tied around her lower leg and is safely hidden within her shoe. It is of hard, grey steel with the name of her mother engraved along the blade. This design Eruwen did herself.

APPEARANCE: Eruwen's hight reaches around 6'1 when she stands at full length. Appearing beyond pale, yet also fair skin color and long, brown hair are the raging, sea-green eyes of her mother. She wears a light, green tunic embroidered with pale green and silver designs along the sleeves and near the brown belt at her waist. She wears lighter, brown trousers with strong, dark, brown boots at her feet. Underneath the dark, brown cloak tied at her neck, lies a small, silver flute which most know nothing of. This flute was given to her by her grandfather and holds a very close place in her heart now that he has sailed on across the sea.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Eruwen has a very high spirit. Her personality is split, in a way, as if it has two separate parts. One, she loves music and songs. The other, the stronger if you will, she loves to fight more than anything. She takes on the strength of her father by nature but also carries the weakness of a close relative of hers that has now faded from all life. Although quite skillful archery and able to defend herself, she has the fate of tending to make sudden decisions which are sometimes dreadfully costly.

HISTORY: Eruwen was born and grew up in Greenwood the Great. Her father, Aratar, is very close to Thranduil, the King, but he liked to keep a further distance from Thranduil's halls to gain some peacefulness from all the comotion around the palace. Though he made his dwelling on the further most northern outskirts of their people, they do have many neighboring Elves of which Eruwen has grown to love.

Her mother, Artue, who was a well-skilled scout for Thranduil, has not been seen for over a year. Sadly, she was one disappeared while searching the wood. Eruwen often liked to sit in the long branches of the towering trees around her home in hope that her mother would soon return. In spite of all the heartache Eruwen has gone through, it has helped her become a very strong and valiant creature among the Elves.

Eruwen does have a brother, by the name of Nárello, but she rarely sees him. Nárello is a warrior of Greenwood the Great and is posted for much of the time at the South gate.

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Eruwen's post

Many years passed by after the disappearance of Eruwen's mother, Artue. Long the shadow had passed into their forest, and it was drawing even closer to the Silven Elves of Greenwood the Great. As always around the later part of the day, Eruwen rode through the deep wood closer towards Thranduil's palace and then on towards the South gate to greet her brother before she returned home again. Soon a break came in the forest as Eruwen rode into sight of the palace. She gazed up at the towering peaks before her as a soft wind began to blow. The bright sun shone through the tops of the trees down onto the land below her causing a shadow to be cast down on her, and it also caused the wind to become strangely cool.

As she passed by the palace, she began to notice many Elves, many she knew, slip behind the walls of Thranduil's dwelling. Curiously, she kept riding passed when suddenly she saw her brother about to enter the palace as well. Eruwen quickly dismounted from her grey steed, Mírie, and ran over to where he stood.

"Nárello!" Eruwen yelled catching his attention. Nárello froze and turned to meet his sister with a discouraged look on his face.

"Eruwen, go home," he said forcing her away. "You don't need to be here."

Eruwen looked at him strangely, but then she spoke again as she realized what was happening.
"You told me the council wasn't until tomorrow," she said. "Why did you lie to me?"

"Because I don't want you to come, now go home!"

"No!" Eruwen yelled causing many Elves to turn towards them. Seeing she caused a sudden crowd around, she lowered her voice again and continued.
"She was my mother too, Nárello." she said. "I deserve to avenge her disappearance as much as you do."

"But I don't want you to disappear as well," Nárello replied. "It's too dangerous."

"Well what about you? Don't you think I wouldn't want you to go either?"

"And I probably won't. Thranduil is sending only the most skillful of the Elves on the mission."

"Well then, I shall go," Eruwen said starting to walk towards where she saw the other Elves enter, but she was stopped by her brother. She looked up into his piercing, green eyes and saw the fear he held. "I'll be alright," she said finally, but it didn't seem to help.

Ignoring Nárello's wishes, Eruwen quickly made her way down to where the council was being held. Many Elves were seated already as Thranduil rose to speak. He spoke of many of the disappearances in the forest and of the shadow which was drawing close in the land. Soon a well-known Elf, Ceros, stood and spoke.

"Friends of old, I know what must be done." Ceros stated. "A company of nine shall patrol to the depths of the wood to unveil this mystery that consumes our realm. I propose that—"

His words were soon cut off by an Elf at the side which protested his idea. Many other Elves spoke up and both protested and agreed to going with the company. Soon many Elves already agreed to go, and, without much reguard to anyone, Eruwen stood suddenly.

"I will go as well," she said raising her voice above the crowd.

07-04-2003, 09:33 PM	#11
Eruwen Registered User Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 892	Hello, I was wondering if I could play in this RPG. I've been looking over the storyline for many days now, and it looks very interesting. I actually wanted to use my favorite character on this one. I used her in Cirith Ungol, though I must admit I have developed the character info a little more than when I posted there. Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? Yes, Cirith Ungol and Truth in a Dark Place How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? 1---Hunt for the Dragon 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: Eruwen AGE: 843 RACE: Silven GENDER: Female WEAPONS: She carries nothing other than a wooden bow crafter by her father and a small dagger. The bow is of great Elven design which includes writings of her ancesters throughout the engravings. The arrows held in a quiver around her shoulders are of the same brownish wood as the bow and are marked with her father's personal design. The dagger she carries is tied around her lower leg and is safely hidden within her shoe. It is of hard, grey steel with the name of her mother engraved along the blade. This design Eruwen did herself. APPEARANCE: Eruwen's hight reaches around 6'1 when she stands at full length. Appearing beyond pale, yet also fair skin color and long, brown hair are the raging, sea-green eyes of her mother. She wears a light, green tunic embroidered with pale green and silver designs along the sleeves and near the brown belt at her waist. She wears lighter, brown trousers with strong, dark, brown boots at her feet. Underneath the dark, brown cloak tied at her neck, lies a small, silver flute which most know nothing of. This flute was given to her by her grandfather and holds a very close place in her heart now that he has sailed on across the sea. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Eruwen has a very high spirit. Her personality is split, in a way, as if it has two separate parts. One, she loves music and songs. The other, the stronger if you will, she loves to fight more than anything. She takes on the strength of her father by nature but also carries the weakness of a close relative of hers that has now faded from all life. Although quite skillful archery and able to defend herself, she has the fate of tending to make sudden decisions which are sometimes dreadfully costly. HISTORY: Eruwen was born and grew up in Greenwood the Great. Her father, Aratar, is very close to Thranduil, the King, but he liked to keep a further distance from Thranduil's halls to gain some peacefulness from all the comotion around the palace. Though he made his dwelling on the further most northern outskirts of their people, they do have many neighboring Elves of which Eruwen has grown to love. Her mother, Artue, who was a well-skilled scout for Thranduil, has not been seen for over a year. Sadly, she was one disappeared while searching the wood. Eruwen often liked to sit in the long branches of the towering trees around her home in hope that her mother would soon return. In spite of all the heartache Eruwen has gone through, it has helped her become a very strong and valiant creature among the Elves. Eruwen does have a brother, by the name of Nárello, but she rarely sees him. Nárello is a warrior of Greenwood the Great and is posted for much of the time at the South gate. ++++++++++++++++++++++* Eruwen's post Many years passed by after the disappearance of Eruwen's mother, Artue. Long the shadow had passed into their forest, and it was drawing even closer to the Silven Elves of Greenwood the Great. As always around the later part of the day, Eruwen rode through the deep wood closer towards Thranduil's palace and then on towards the South gate to greet her brother before she returned home again. Soon a break came in the forest as Eruwen rode into sight of the palace. She gazed up at the towering peaks before her as a soft wind began to blow. The bright sun shone through the tops of the trees down onto the land below her causing a shadow to be cast down on her, and it also caused the wind to become strangely cool. As she passed by the palace, she began to notice many Elves, many she knew, slip behind the walls of Thranduil's dwelling. Curiously, she kept riding passed when suddenly she saw her brother about to enter the palace as well. Eruwen quickly dismounted from her grey steed, Mírie, and ran over to where he stood. "Nárello!" Eruwen yelled catching his attention. Nárello froze and turned to meet his sister with a discouraged look on his face. "Eruwen, go home," he said forcing her away. "You don't need to be here." Eruwen looked at him strangely, but then she spoke again as she realized what was happening. "You told me the council wasn't until tomorrow," she said. "Why did you lie to me?" "Because I don't want you to come, now go home!" "No!" Eruwen yelled causing many Elves to turn towards them. Seeing she caused a sudden crowd around, she lowered her voice again and continued. "She was my mother too, Nárello." she said. "I deserve to avenge her disappearance as much as you do." "But I don't want you to disappear as well," Nárello replied. "It's too dangerous." "Well what about you? Don't you think I wouldn't want you to go either?" "And I probably won't. Thranduil is sending only the most skillful of the Elves on the mission." "Well then, I shall go," Eruwen said starting to walk towards where she saw the other Elves enter, but she was stopped by her brother. She looked up into his piercing, green eyes and saw the fear he held. "I'll be alright," she said finally, but it didn't seem to help. Ignoring Nárello's wishes, Eruwen quickly made her way down to where the council was being held. Many Elves were seated already as Thranduil rose to speak. He spoke of many of the disappearances in the forest and of the shadow which was drawing close in the land. Soon a well-known Elf, Ceros, stood and spoke. "Friends of old, I know what must be done." Ceros stated. "A company of nine shall patrol to the depths of the wood to unveil this mystery that consumes our realm. I propose that—" His words were soon cut off by an Elf at the side which protested his idea. Many other Elves spoke up and both protested and agreed to going with the company. Soon many Elves already agreed to go, and, without much reguard to anyone, Eruwen stood suddenly. "I will go as well," she said raising her voice above the crowd.