[Arry]

Hello! I would very much like to play in this game as an Elf.

Thanks, Arry

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Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES/NO - Which one?

--- Yes – Bloodstained Elanor (ongoing)

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?

--– 1

List them, please:

--- Bloodstained Elanor

Please note you may play in only 2 (TWO) Shire games at one time. Exceptions to this may be made for this on a case by case basis by the Shire Moderators. (The Green Dragon Inn DOES NOT count as a game for this.)


3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES/NO

--- Yes
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Main Character:

NAME: Carandû

AGE: 631

RACE: Elf, Sindarin, originally from Imladris

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Longbow of mountain yew; hip-hung quiver on the right side; plain short sword in a leather scabbard on his left hip. Has been trained to use a spear, but does not own one.

APPEARANCE: 5’11”; dark hair, shoulder length, pulled back with a thin leather strip; twinkling grey eyes; stocky for an Elf (many evenings spent in the harbor-side taverns tipping back the northern ales); soft, worn black boots; comfortable dark colored breeches held up with a brown leather, brass buckled belt; long sleeved, loose, tunics in white or tans; and a serviceable grey-green cloak brought with him from Imladris.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: For an Elf, he is a merry fellow. His eyes are crinkled at their outer edges from the smile that often graces his still fair face. He’s a loyal crewman, dependable, and able at any job thrown him. He is a fair hand with his weapons; will not hesitate to speak up if he feels a plan offered is foolish. Weakness, eh? – Perhaps an overfondness for spirits of the drinkable sort, and batter-fried fish with those lovely overland imports from the western borders of the Shire – taters.

HISTORY: Born in III 2410 in Rivendell. In III 2510, following her tragedy of the previous year, Elrond's wife,Celebrian, took ship and sailed West. Accompanying her to Mithlond were a troop of dedicated warriors from Imladris, among them Carandû, a name since chosen by himself (He was called, before he chose to stay in Mithlond, Gillas - that being his birth name.) He was young enough at the time of that journey to refuse the Lady’s kind offer to take her protectors West with her, though many of his fellows did go on the ship that bore her.

Three of his fellows, all about his age stayed with him, and of those three, two returned to Rivendell within the year, and one stayed on - Annûlas, his younger, by two years, brother. The two brothers took a liking to sailing and have crewed on many of the local ships that make the trading runs along the northern shores. They are favorites in the Inns and small taverns that cater to sailing men. Their voices make quite lovely harmonies when they sing, and they are great collectors of sea-going songs favored by mariners.

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Carry-along Character:

NAME: Annûlas (Annû, for short)

AGE: 629

RACE: Elf, Sindarin, originally from Imladris

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Longbow of mountain yew; hip-hung quiver on the right side; does not bear a sword, but has a thick oaken club with a knot at its end that has knocked the tar out of many a person or beast that crossed him.

APPEARANCE: 6’ 1”; dark hair, mid back length, braided in a thick plait worn down his back and tied off with a leather strip; twinkling grey eyes, much as his brother’s are, but a little deeper in shade; trim and wiry muscled; soft, worn black boots; comfortable dark colored breeches held up with a woven rope, brass buckled belt; long sleeved, loose, tunics in white or tans; and a grey-green cloak, twin to his brother’s, brought with him from Imladris.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He, too, is a merry fellow. And smiles just as easily as his brother. He’s a loyal crewman and dependable. He has no fear of heights and is often the first to offer to go up the ladders when needed. He prides himself on his expertise with knots. Like his brother, he is a fair hand with his weapons. Prefers to let his brother take the lead in things – but is often wheedled into doing so against his will and better judgement by his sibling.

HISTORY: Born in III 2412 in Rivendell. Accompanied his brother to the Grey Havens when Celebrian took ship and sailed West. He has learned to love life on the ships as much as his older brother. But his greatest love is when they have time to sing together.

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Arry’s post

Carandû clamped his wide-brimmed hat down firmly on his head, tying it securely, as he left the protection of the hatch way. The hat was of tightly woven fiber, covered with thin, cured sealskin. It kept the rain from his eyes as it pounded down on the ship, but did little to save his face from being drenched by the waves as they crossed the bar into the bay. It was his oilskin pants and overcoat that protected him from the main onslaught of the frigid waters. Inside the haven of the ice bay, the waters were at least a little calmer. Though, you can’t tell by him!, he thought, eyeing the figure of Rôg clinging for dear life to the ship’s railing as his stomach protested the mixing of the his last meal with the heaving of the ship. Carandû’s earlier offer to tie the man to the railing so that he wouldn’t pitch overboard had been waved away by Rôg. It had been with some reluctance that he’d left the green-tinged fellow on deck, but then he’d noted the deathlike grip Rôg had on the railing. And apparently it had kept him safe from the overwashing waves.

Annû, he could see, was up on the main cross spar, shinnying back toward the rope ladder with its ratlines that ran down the length of the mast. The sails, on his side, were secured. He saw his brother make some sign to the other who had gone up with him – it looked, though as if the other one had also managed to secure his sections and needed no assist. Carandû waved for his brother to come to him once his feet had hit the deck. ‘I’ve brought your boots and a pair of dry socks,’ he said, pulling Annû beneath the shelter of a small overhang near the wheelhouse. ‘Get them on before your toes fall off!’ Annû grinned at his older brother and ducked a friendly cuff as he replied with a ‘Yes, ammë!’

‘I saw something when I was up top,’ Annû said, jamming his feet into his boots. ‘Over there, as the gull flies, from where Rôg is hanging on. To the right, where that glacier comes down to the lip of the bay.’ He pulled his brother to the railing, slipping along on the slippery and still wave-tossed deck. Narrowing their eyes, they peered off toward a shallow cove at the edge of the bay.

‘She’s a trim vessel,’ grunted Carandû, his brow furrowing at the far-off sight of the Corsair ship. ‘I’ll give her that. They’re well anchored, I see.’ He pursed his lips and hmmphed at the sight, wondering how familiar the captain of the vessel was in these far northern waters.

‘I know,’ commented his brother, picking up on his thought. ‘They don’t keep moving her along the coastline or pull her out to deeper waters, she’ll be bound fast in the ice by week’s end.’

‘Easier for us, though, if she does get stuck!’ Carandû turned questioningly toward his brother. ‘You know – in all the berths we’ve had with Luindal, I can’t recall us ever coming this far north on the Sea-Spirit at this time of year. Old Captain Ferrin’s ship – yes; Remember? He liked to come up in the early spring before the thaws, get the first of the thick winter pelts in trade.’ He looked expectantly at his brother.

‘Oh, no! You’re not giving me the job of questioning the Captain! You do it; you’re the one who thought of it.’ Annû pulled his jacket tighter about him and nodded toward the stairway leading below-deck.

Carandû sighed, and nodded he’d think of some way to approach the subject. ‘But first let’s sample a small taste of the Spirit’s spirits; fortify my courage, so to speak. I hear tell that Cap’n Luindal’s laid in some of the sweet, fiery brandy-wine from The Star and Swan.’

Before turning to go, the two offered their assistance to Rôg who seemed to mumble something in the way of an affirmative. Arms hooked through his as support, the trio made their way to the stair and down.