[Arien]

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? YES

Which one? The Road to Erebor, The Quest for the Ainereg, Escape from Nurn, Truth in a Dark Place, Sailing Away.

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES

Which one? The Green Dragon Inn

Character description

NAME: Dristi, The Shadow - Priestess

AGE: 26

RACE: Man

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS (No magical, super-hero, mithril weapons. Just good solid Middle-earth weapons and armor only that is appropriate to the race of the character and the time period.): Dristi carries two elongated curved knives, which are hidden beneath her robes. They both have black handles with a red ruby eye set in each. She uses them well and is renowned in the priesthood for her knife skills. She moves quickly and is expert at concealing her self from others.

APPEARANCE: She is 5ft 6 tall, with a curved and slender body. Her eyes are such a dark brown they almost seem black as the night, and they are big and entrancing. Her hair is black and flows straight down her back until it reaches her hips. Her skin is tanned from the sun, and though she is beautiful, people fear her. She too wear the traditional robes of dried crimson blood and pitch-black colours swirled together and a headband of thorns with bloodied tips.


PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: (No half-Elven characters. No mixed-type characters. No super-heroes. No assassins. No one all powerful, martial arts proficient, or having any magical traits. Just regular characters with normal abilities for their races only): Dristi loves to fight, and toy with weaker people. She is the Priestess of Shadow and War. She got the name for her excellent combat skills (at least for a woman) and her many stratigical parts in the wars against the men of Gondor. She mainly prays for the victory and teaches others of the priesthood her skills. Her main weakness is jealousy. She envies anyone who is better than her and in some cases she has been known to kill them. She gets on a high from killing and is though she needs to do it to survive. She is smart and quick and a valued member of the priesthood.


HISTORY: Dristi was born in a large vilage in Far Harad. At the age of 5 she went missing and her parents were distraught. She had been abducted by members of the priesthood of her village who saw in her a great will to fight when she was young. She was taken to the citadel and locked up until she was 14, while here she learnt her knife skills and other valuble methods of fighting. When she reached the age of 15 she joined the priesthood and started as a lowly slave. She hated it and so ran away to fight and help stratigise with the soldiers in the wars. At the age of 22 she returned, stronger, smarter and more skilled. The priesthood, though reluctant to take her back for her disobedience, realised that she was a essential person and allowed her to come back as The Shadow, head of War, fighting and the shadow cast over the enemies lands when their army touched it. Now she teaches others her skills and kills those who fail her tests of endurance. She prays to the Dark Lord for victory, and knows failure in not an option.

First post:

Dristi walked in to the dimly lit square room. The far right side was raised, with crimson and black fabrics strewn around the higher level. There was a step covered in candles and then the floor which was painted blood red. The ceiling was high, and it was so dark it seemed as though it extended on into eternity. The walls were pitch black but had various weapons across them. Her figure slowly walked to the higher level, the smell and the smoke of incense whirled around her shrouded form. Dristi took her place on her cushions and then clicked her fingers.

“You may enter,” she said slyly. Five frightened priests entered the room, all in traditional dress. “You know why you are here do you not?” she did not wait for an answer although a few of them nodded, “ You are here to fight, each other. One of you will survive,” she smiled, “.. just one. You are being punished, rather than being sacrificed you will die failing. But I think it is quite fun. Welcome to the Sanctuary of Death, one but all of you will die on the Floor of Bloodshed and they will be forgiven for their crime.”

She looked at each of the priests, they looked absolutely distressed with the thought of killing their associates. “It is the only way you will learn!” she shouted at them, her voice echoed through the sanctuary. Then all was still.

“This is stupid…” whispered one of the priests.

Dristi had heard, her head lolled to the side and she gracefully got up. Slowly she walked down to the floor and up to the priest who had said it.

“Ohh, we have a smart one?” she said cynically looking the man in the eyes. Slowly she lifted her robe and took out one of her knives. She brushed it across the priests face then rocked it back and forth across his head, “Whished you hadn’t said it now, don’t you?” she put her hands on the mans shoulders and whispered into his ear. “I wont kill you, I like you. A lot.” the man smiled but he should have known better than to trust her, “I tell you what, I will kill the rest and then we can…” she wrapped her hands around him and then withdrew away and kissed him on the lips. She turned her back and the man was smiling intently, but the rest of the priests looked horrified. This man did not know what he had coming for him.

“Thank you,” he said trying to catch his breath which was now short and shallow from facing near death.

She turned round, the other priests stood awkwardly watching the spectacle. She came up close to him, kissed him once more. She clenched her knife in her fist, drove it deep into his heart. She released the knife from her grasp, he fell backwards and as he lay on the floor blood poured out from his mouth and the wound. “Opps, my hand slipped!” she said to the other shrugging her shoulder, “And he was so looking forward to it!” she took her soaked dagger from the now dead man and went back to her level, she cleaned it, then Dristi stared at the slaves “Take it away! You get to survive, count yourselves lucky!”

They left and she was alone by herself. She smiled and closed her eyes. For a while she stayed and prayed to the Eye.

"Oh Dark Lord, give me the strength to kill for you, to hate for you, to punish for you, to meet all of your deeds without faliure. My heart, my soul is always eternally yours...forever"


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I hope that is ok......

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