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piosenniel · 06-23-2003, 12:36 PM

Pio’s Characters:

Name: Carchmoroth – The Black Maw

Race: Warg – Mighty Wolf of the North

Age: 25

Description: Fierce, intelligent, a tactician in his approach to hunting prey and engaging in battle. Yellow eyed, silver backed grey, 200 lbs (90kg), lean well muscled, bears a notched right ear where a Bree-land dog once got the best of him. Taught to speak by an Elf he once detained and then devoured.

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Name: Durel – Dark Star

Race: Warg – Mighty Wolf of the North

Age: 18

Description: Yellow eyed, black fure with glints of greys, 150 lbs (70 kg), lean, well muscled, fierce fighter, and extremely cunning. Has an almost imperceptible limp in her right hind leg, from a former encounter with the good citizens of Bree-land.

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Name: Dugoroth – Night Horror

Race: Warg – Mighty Wolf of the North

Age: 18

Description: Twin brother to Durel; 175 lbs (80 kg), lean, well muscled, fleet of foot, crafty, and has a wolvish sense of humor when he harries his prey.

History:

In the early history of the great northern Wolves, they had roamed through much of Eriador, lords of the hunt, taking what prey as they desired. Then Men and other two-legged creatures had pushed their way into these fruitful lands, encroaching on the rightful territory of the packs. The wolves had been hunted themselves, and pushed back to the North, where the Mountains of Angmar stood cold and lifeless. Prey was scarce, the conditions harsh in these dark lands. The packs of wolves had grown fewer and smaller, and now in the dawn of this new Fourth Age, it had reached a crisis point once again.

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Pio’s post

Carchmoroth and his children were the last of their line. The once proud pack of his sires of old had dwindled down to these three. They had tried once before to reclaim a small segment of hunting territory north of Bree-land, but had been driven back. Eight years had passed, but the hateful memories of this defeat at the hands of the two-leggeds were still well banked embers, waiting only to be fanned into life again.

Now they had just come out of a harsh northern winter, and the failed promise of a pallid spring. They were reduced to hunting small burrowing rodents and the very occasional Orc who ventured out from the Misty Mountains. But the Orcs had grown more wary, and the small mouthfuls of ground creatures could not satisfy their hunger.

Once again, need pushed them south . . . to the Weather Hills.

06-23-2003, 12:36 PM	#10
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Pio’s Characters: Name: Carchmoroth – The Black Maw Race: Warg – Mighty Wolf of the North Age: 25 Description: Fierce, intelligent, a tactician in his approach to hunting prey and engaging in battle. Yellow eyed, silver backed grey, 200 lbs (90kg), lean well muscled, bears a notched right ear where a Bree-land dog once got the best of him. Taught to speak by an Elf he once detained and then devoured. ++++* Name: Durel – Dark Star Race: Warg – Mighty Wolf of the North Age: 18 Description: Yellow eyed, black fure with glints of greys, 150 lbs (70 kg), lean, well muscled, fierce fighter, and extremely cunning. Has an almost imperceptible limp in her right hind leg, from a former encounter with the good citizens of Bree-land. ++++* Name: Dugoroth – Night Horror Race: Warg – Mighty Wolf of the North Age: 18 Description: Twin brother to Durel; 175 lbs (80 kg), lean, well muscled, fleet of foot, crafty, and has a wolvish sense of humor when he harries his prey. History: In the early history of the great northern Wolves, they had roamed through much of Eriador, lords of the hunt, taking what prey as they desired. Then Men and other two-legged creatures had pushed their way into these fruitful lands, encroaching on the rightful territory of the packs. The wolves had been hunted themselves, and pushed back to the North, where the Mountains of Angmar stood cold and lifeless. Prey was scarce, the conditions harsh in these dark lands. The packs of wolves had grown fewer and smaller, and now in the dawn of this new Fourth Age, it had reached a crisis point once again. ~~~* Pio’s post Carchmoroth and his children were the last of their line. The once proud pack of his sires of old had dwindled down to these three. They had tried once before to reclaim a small segment of hunting territory north of Bree-land, but had been driven back. Eight years had passed, but the hateful memories of this defeat at the hands of the two-leggeds were still well banked embers, waiting only to be fanned into life again. Now they had just come out of a harsh northern winter, and the failed promise of a pallid spring. They were reduced to hunting small burrowing rodents and the very occasional Orc who ventured out from the Misty Mountains. But the Orcs had grown more wary, and the small mouthfuls of ground creatures could not satisfy their hunger. Once again, need pushed them south . . . to the Weather Hills. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.