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Anglachel · 12-12-2002, 03:31 PM

'While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.'

Well, I guess that's a raven not a crow, but this novel RPG opportunity did 'wake' me from the tedium of real life activities. So, here we go with the Crowfile:

Brak, age 3

Although already somewhat of a pessimist at age 3, Brak is a reliable and durable member of Saruman's flock. He has a sardonic sense of humor and typically does not take anything too seriously, especially himself. However, it is this personal quality that keeps him from becoming flustered or overly emotional in difficult situations, making him a valuable traveling companion.

Brak's appearance is unremarkable. Physically, he does not stand out from the rest of the flock. Not being the gregarious type, this is exactly how he prefers it.

***

Not being a morning crow, the unusual amount of pre-sunrise fluttering and cawing only served to annoy Brak. Nevertheless, being a light sleeper, he soon found himself rather awake. Unconsciously, while passing the final moments until complete wakefulness, he clumsily scratched the side of his beak with one foot.

Now fully awake, but not any less perturbed, Brak decided to wing his way to a more central region of the flock from the remote outer ring where he usually chose to sleep.

With a flap of his black wings, he took off into the air. Almost immediately though, he shot down and landed forcefully onto a branch two trees away. Two crows, sleeping comfortably side by side, were jostled violently awake and nearly toppled over until they were able to flap unceremoniously upwards and alight on a different branch. Brak chuckled to himself hearing the squawking left behind him as he glided towards the rest of the crebain mass, now feeling remarkably less perturbed.

Just before reaching the cluster of trees where most of the crebain elder held court, he noticed Akaaw flying in from the direction of Orthanc with that determined bearing that could only mean one thing: It was time for a journey. Even the stoic Brak felt a tremor of anticipation as he circled downward towards a spot amongst the quickly growing assembly of crows.

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12-12-2002, 03:31 PM	#9
Anglachel Animated Skeleton Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Arizona Posts: 40	'While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.' Well, I guess that's a raven not a crow, but this novel RPG opportunity did 'wake' me from the tedium of real life activities. So, here we go with the Crowfile: Brak, age 3 Although already somewhat of a pessimist at age 3, Brak is a reliable and durable member of Saruman's flock. He has a sardonic sense of humor and typically does not take anything too seriously, especially himself. However, it is this personal quality that keeps him from becoming flustered or overly emotional in difficult situations, making him a valuable traveling companion. Brak's appearance is unremarkable. Physically, he does not stand out from the rest of the flock. Not being the gregarious type, this is exactly how he prefers it. *** Not being a morning crow, the unusual amount of pre-sunrise fluttering and cawing only served to annoy Brak. Nevertheless, being a light sleeper, he soon found himself rather awake. Unconsciously, while passing the final moments until complete wakefulness, he clumsily scratched the side of his beak with one foot. Now fully awake, but not any less perturbed, Brak decided to wing his way to a more central region of the flock from the remote outer ring where he usually chose to sleep. With a flap of his black wings, he took off into the air. Almost immediately though, he shot down and landed forcefully onto a branch two trees away. Two crows, sleeping comfortably side by side, were jostled violently awake and nearly toppled over until they were able to flap unceremoniously upwards and alight on a different branch. Brak chuckled to himself hearing the squawking left behind him as he glided towards the rest of the crebain mass, now feeling remarkably less perturbed. Just before reaching the cluster of trees where most of the crebain elder held court, he noticed Akaaw flying in from the direction of Orthanc with that determined bearing that could only mean one thing: It was time for a journey. Even the stoic Brak felt a tremor of anticipation as he circled downward towards a spot amongst the quickly growing assembly of crows. [ December 13, 2002: Message edited by: Anglachel ] [ December 13, 2002: Message edited by: Anglachel ]