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Sapphire_Flame · 07-14-2003, 11:16 PM

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? Yes. Which one? Holiday in the Sun.

How many RPG's on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? One.

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? Yes. Which one? Both.
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Character Information

NAME: Haleth

AGE: 38

RACE: Human

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: A bow, a short sword, and two daggers.

APPEARANCE: She is about 5 feet 10 inches tall, and quite slender. She has dark-blonde, shoulder length hair and blue-green eyes. Generally looks a bit sunburnt, as she is always outside looking for trouble.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Fiercely independent. She has always been something of a loner, and thus doesn't have extraordinary people skills. Though she has a tendency to be sarcastic, she is trustworthy and will always defend people when needed. She is an excellent archer and rider, and has a brilliant aim when throwing daggers, etc. Her hand to hand combat skills leave something to be desired, however.

HISTORY: Haleth, the youngest child and only daughter in her family, was born and grew up in Rohan. She learned much from her two older brothers, becoming an expert rider and one of the best archers in her village. She was always rather adventurous, so when she was older (27) she left her home and traveled to the north. She traveled much throughout Eriador, and came into contact with the Dunedain, from whom she learned some valuable survival skills (healing, etc.). She generally wanders around in the Wild, but has a house near Bree where she can rest between journeys. She is always on the lookout for a new challenge.

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Haleth strode swiftly down the road. Returning from a journey was somehow invigorating, and left her anxious to start the next. She could see the wall of Bree just ahead.

"Perhaps I shall stop by The Prancing Pony before heading home," she thought. The idea of a few pints of ale was tempting in the extreme; so instead of taking the little-used turnoff to her house, she kept on the main road. Her cloak flicked out behind her in the light wind.

A sound off to the side suddenly caught her attention and she jumped back a step, pulling out her bow and setting an arrow to the string. And not a moment too soon. An enormous wolf leapt out of the brush and charged right where Haleth had been standing. It spun round for a fresh attack; Haleth let her arrow fly, striking the wolf in the eye and halting it in it's tracks. It wheeled round, howling in rage. Haleth sent another arrow. It imbedded itself in the wolf's side and the creature collapsed.

Securing her bow again, Haleth walked up to the creature and glared at it. She pulled her arrows out--she never wasted arrows when she could help it--and returned them to her quiver.

"Bloody wolves," she muttered contemptuously, giving the body a good kick. This was the third time she'd been attacked in the last two days. Something was going on. Leaving the body behind, she continued into Bree.

Once she arrived at The Prancing Pony, she found that she wasn't the only one having trouble with wolves. Just listening to other conversations as she walked in yielded plenty of information. She dropped down into a seat at the bar. The barmaid plunked an ale down in front of her before she even had to say a word.

"Well then, Anuionin, I've heard you've been having some wolf trouble," she said to the dwarf sitting a seat down. "You all been dealing with 'em okay?"

"As well as ever," Anuionin said. "Could always use more help, though. I'm glad you're back; always been a good fighter."

"And I've had my share of wolf trouble the last few days. Can't say I'd be unwilling to shoot a few more of those blasted creatures." She took a long pull at her drink. "Always glad to help, as you should know. Just let me know what to do."

Just then a man came into the Inn. Haleth watched him as he sat down and old Barliman came and took his order. Haleth nudged Anuionin when she noticed that the man carried a long sword, and a shield that seemed to be covered in troll skin.

"Seems we've got another warrior here," she said.

"Not just any warrior. That's Bordarigorn; he grew up here. Haven't seen him for nigh on fifty years." The dwarf slid off his seat and approached Bordarigorn. Haleth took another drink as she watched them talk. The man certainly didn't look as though he was over fifty years old...

[ July 15, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

07-14-2003, 11:16 PM	#21
Sapphire_Flame Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: The World That Never Was Posts: 1,232	Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? Yes. Which one? Holiday in the Sun. How many RPG's on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? One. Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? Yes. Which one? Both. ~~~~ *Character Information* NAME: Haleth AGE: 38 RACE: Human GENDER: Female WEAPONS: A bow, a short sword, and two daggers. APPEARANCE: She is about 5 feet 10 inches tall, and quite slender. She has dark-blonde, shoulder length hair and blue-green eyes. Generally looks a bit sunburnt, as she is always outside looking for trouble. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Fiercely independent. She has always been something of a loner, and thus doesn't have extraordinary people skills. Though she has a tendency to be sarcastic, she is trustworthy and will always defend people when needed. She is an excellent archer and rider, and has a brilliant aim when throwing daggers, etc. Her hand to hand combat skills leave something to be desired, however. HISTORY: Haleth, the youngest child and only daughter in her family, was born and grew up in Rohan. She learned much from her two older brothers, becoming an expert rider and one of the best archers in her village. She was always rather adventurous, so when she was older (27) she left her home and traveled to the north. She traveled much throughout Eriador, and came into contact with the Dunedain, from whom she learned some valuable survival skills (healing, etc.). She generally wanders around in the Wild, but has a house near Bree where she can rest between journeys. She is always on the lookout for a new challenge. ~~~~~~ Sapphire_Flame's post* Haleth strode swiftly down the road. Returning from a journey was somehow invigorating, and left her anxious to start the next. She could see the wall of Bree just ahead. "Perhaps I shall stop by The Prancing Pony before heading home," she thought. The idea of a few pints of ale was tempting in the extreme; so instead of taking the little-used turnoff to her house, she kept on the main road. Her cloak flicked out behind her in the light wind. A sound off to the side suddenly caught her attention and she jumped back a step, pulling out her bow and setting an arrow to the string. And not a moment too soon. An enormous wolf leapt out of the brush and charged right where Haleth had been standing. It spun round for a fresh attack; Haleth let her arrow fly, striking the wolf in the eye and halting it in it's tracks. It wheeled round, howling in rage. Haleth sent another arrow. It imbedded itself in the wolf's side and the creature collapsed. Securing her bow again, Haleth walked up to the creature and glared at it. She pulled her arrows out--she never wasted arrows when she could help it--and returned them to her quiver. "Bloody wolves," she muttered contemptuously, giving the body a good kick. This was the third time she'd been attacked in the last two days. Something was going on. Leaving the body behind, she continued into Bree. Once she arrived at The Prancing Pony, she found that she wasn't the only one having trouble with wolves. Just listening to other conversations as she walked in yielded plenty of information. She dropped down into a seat at the bar. The barmaid plunked an ale down in front of her before she even had to say a word. "Well then, Anuionin, I've heard you've been having some wolf trouble," she said to the dwarf sitting a seat down. "You all been dealing with 'em okay?" "As well as ever," Anuionin said. "Could always use more help, though. I'm glad you're back; always been a good fighter." "And I've had my share of wolf trouble the last few days. Can't say I'd be unwilling to shoot a few more of those blasted creatures." She took a long pull at her drink. "Always glad to help, as you should know. Just let me know what to do." Just then a man came into the Inn. Haleth watched him as he sat down and old Barliman came and took his order. Haleth nudged Anuionin when she noticed that the man carried a long sword, and a shield that seemed to be covered in troll skin. "Seems we've got another warrior here," she said. "Not just any warrior. That's Bordarigorn; he grew up here. Haven't seen him for nigh on fifty years." The dwarf slid off his seat and approached Bordarigorn. Haleth took another drink as she watched them talk. The man certainly didn't look as though he was over fifty years old... [ July 15, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ The Hitchhiking Ghost