Bloodstained Elanor Planning/Discussion Thread

[Firefoot]

I would like to play a

Mirkwood scout

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – No

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? None

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn? – Yes

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For your character please include:

NAME: Thorvel

AGE: 3,142

RACE: Sindarin Elf of Mirkwood

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Thorvel carries a large bow and a quiver of arrows on his back, which is his weapon of choice. He made it himself, and although the design is simple, it serves his purpose well. It has the designs of swirling vines and leaves. He has been using the bow for more than 3,000 years and by now has a deadly shot. He takes good care of it, and it has served him well for a long time. Each arrow has green feathers on the end of the shaft. He also carries a hunting knife, which from blade to handle is one and a half feet long. The handle is wooden and its only device is that of a landing eagle. The sharp blade gleams in the sunlight and is slightly curved at the end. Although he is not as skilled with the knife, he also finds this to be a useful weapon.

APPEARANCE: Thorvel has dark hair that extends about half way down his back. His gray eyes are piercing and expressive. He stands about 6'4" tall. He has an average build and is very strong. He wears the regular forest-colored tunic and breeches of a Mirkwood scout and comfortable leather boots.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Thorvel has always been interested in the goings-on of Middle-earth, and likes to keep himself as well-informed as possible. He is intelligent and clever with a good sense of humor. He has very strong opinions about most people and things, and isn’t afraid to let those opinions be known. He often speaks before he thinks and says the wrong thing, even making jokes out of serious situations. He enjoys being with other people, but he works much better by himself. His independence and confidence make him daring and always ready to take risks, even though it is not always the wisest thing to do. He is also very stubborn, and once he has decided something it is difficult to change his mind. However, he trusts his captain to make good decisions and he follows orders well - though he isn’t afraid to take an opportunity if he isn’t specifically told otherwise. He has an intense hatred of orcs (see history) and it is for primarily for this reason that he became a scout.

But for all this, Thorvel is very loyal, though his loyalties are not lightly given, and trustworthy. When he commits to something, he sticks to it, and he is known to keep his word. Once he decides to trust a person, he takes most everything they say seriously and will always stick by them.

HISTORY: Thorvel has lived in Mirkwood all his life. When he was still young, 117 years old, his father was slain in the Battle of Dagorlad. Only a couple years later, his mother died of grief from losing her husband, and it is for the loss of his parents that he hates Orcs so much. He vowed to avenge their deaths and committed himself to learning the art of archery and other skills he would need. He became deft at being unseen and unheard by others nearby.

When Thorvel was almost 1,000 years old he felt he had had enough training and was ready to become a scout. He tried it for a couple hundred years, but he was not very successful at it, as he was often at odds with his captains because of his independent streak. He never had any captains he felt that he could trust, and he decided give it a rest.

However, Thorvel never forgot his vow and when the Nazgûl emerged from Mordor and evil began to dwell in Dol Guldur again, his hatred of Orcs burned all the hotter and he decided to give being a scout another go. At first, he again had trouble with those in authority over him, but then he got placed under the command of Calenvása, who he got along with quite well. As Calenvása earned his trust, he began to excel at his position of scout.

Now, as Sauron was again rising and the evil forces mustering, he feels it will finally be time to really fight the Orcs that he so hated.

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Firefoot's post

The Orc army was illumined in the late-morning sun - but not him. He was crouched in the dense underbrush of the forest, hidden in the shadows and invisible to all save the other Mirkwood scouts nearby. Careful not to make a sound, he crept forward and slightly to the right to get a better view of the Orcs he was watching. Cold hatred gleamed in his gray eyes. He reached up and fingered the feathered end of an arrow in his quiver. It was of no use at the moment, but later... then the Orcs would die, pierced with arrows.

Thorvel refocused himself on what he was supposed to be doing: observing the Orcs. The army stretched away in both directions, and from his vantage point he could not see either end. He had never seen so many in one place before. Smaller bands of Orcs, those could be dealt with relatively easily. But this? They had no facts as to what the army was planning on. Thorvel didn’t, anyway. So what are we going to do about it? he wondered. Fight them off, of course. Defeat them. All of his senses revolted at the sounds of thousands of Orcs all arguing in their uncouth languages and the clank of metal on metal.

As he turned his head away to the right, the large group of men garbed in golden armor caught his eye. Southrons! They were only slightly better than the Orcs, in Thorvel’s opinion. If at all. They were better fighters, too, not like the Orcs who delighted in and knew little more than killing. Suddenly the significance of this hit him. They must have some kind of great cause to be gathered together in such a way, and he wondered at that. They obviously had no intention of failing in what ever it was.

He supposed then that their first goal would be figuring out what the army was going to attempt. Were they going to attack his home in Northern Mirkwood? Or would they go after nearby Lorien? Either way, he was determined to fight them to the death.

It wasn’t long before Thorvel perceived his Captain moving in the stillness of the forest. He looked back around to Calenvása on his left and saw the other scouts doing the same. Calenvása lifted his hand and motioned for the scouts to retreat deeper into the forest to their meeting place. He saw some of the other scouts moving slowly away into the forest, disappearing even from his keen Elvish sight. He turned and followed them stealthily away, curving out to his left in order to maintain his distance from the others.

Thorvel came upon the other Elves and stood against a tree. His muscles were tense and he was at attention, aware of everything that was going on. His face was hard and his chin was set firmly, and his eyes, though flecked with uneasiness, held a smoldering fire. He took note of the other Elves waiting around. All of them were on edge, ready for anything. The final stragglers wandered in, and last of all came Calenvása. Thorvel considered him a bit queer, but he trusted that Calenvása could come up with a solid plan against the Orcs. The silence was complete but for the sounds of the forest around them. He almost spoke, but thought better of it. He could express his opinions later, after the Captain had said his piece.

[The Perky Ent]

EDIT BY MOD: CHARACTER WITHDRAWN FROM GAME

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Well, this game seams to have a good, plot, good characters, and good players, so I think I’ll apply. So, here’s my form. Hope you like it…and I’m hoping even more you’ll accept it

I'll be auditioning for the:

Male Lothlorien Ambassador

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? –

Yes – Last Hope for Moria

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? one
List them, please:

Last Ride of the Heir

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES/NO
Yes
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For your character please include:

NAME: Galadion

AGE: 7543

RACE: Noldo Elf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Galadion, protected by a guard, has little need for weapons. However, he has an ancient dagger of the noldo. He also carries another dagger he crafted himself. The dagger is called Angrûth, meaning “Iron Anger”, in memorial of his master, Angrod. The dagger represents Galadion’s eternal anger for Morgoth and his Iron Crown.

APPEARANCE: Tall and poised, Galadion has bright grey eyes. With short, dirty brown hair, Galadion has broad shoulders and wears very elegant clothing. He is a very clean and graceful elf. His mood is always, however, somewhat depressed, for the loss of his long time master. Galadion is very calm, and doesn’t get shocked very easily, if at all.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Galadion is very inquisitive and always follows the rules. When working on something of great importance, he becomes incredibly focused and finds little time for entertainment. Galadion takes much pride in himself, giving him strength in hard times. Everything he tries he excels at, with the exception of fighting. Although a good fighter, his name isn’t working being remembered in the area of heroes. When not on a quest, or being commanded my Galadriel, he takes time, walking slow and graceful. Galadion also has a problem in which he can’t get his priorities strait. He tends to work too hard to become content and healthy. Galadion, a little bit below an optimist, yet not a pessimist, never acts sarcastic. He takes great pride, not only in himself, but his race, and thinks little of others. This problem is particularly found when discussing dwarves. However, he doesn’t think the age of men is ending.

HISTORY: Born 500 years before the first age, Galadion’s father served Feanor. His father’s duty was to be one of the many to protect the simarils. Galadion’s father considered himself the reason the light of the simarils was shining, because without him, they could be taken. He considered this so much he sometimes called himself the light. Therefore, when he had a son, he named him Galadion.

250 years after he was born, Galadion decided to serve Angrod, becoming his servant. For the next 250 years, he learned much lore from his master. After another 250 years of service, his father fled Formenos when Morgoth came. He ran to the Teleri for a new home, ashamed for leaving Finwe to his death. He later found peace becoming a mariner. At the time of the kinslaying, Galadion’s father died in Alqualondë.

When the Noldor left Aman, Galadion went with them, all the time serving Angrod. When they reached Middle Earth, Galadion stayed with Angrod and Aegnor, defending Dorthonion. Then, 402 years into the First Age, Galadion drove back orcs trying to pass through the Pass of Aglon. In the process, Galadion was critically wounded. He went to Galadriel for healing, although it was against his will.

Then, after being healed, Galadion stayed in Nargothrond, learning much from the elves there. Subsequently in FA 455, both Angrod and Aegnor died in the Battle of Sudden Flame. Having nowhere to go, Galadion, telling his story, became a servant of Galadriel. Then, in FA 472, when Galadriel and Celeborn forsook Bleriand, Galadion traveled with them. He stayed by Evendim until Galadriel established Ost-in-Edhil.

Then, in S.A. 1350, when Galadriel left with Amroth and Celebriand for Lothlorien, Galadion, instead of serving Celeborn, gave his services to Cirdan. There in Lindon, he learned much about the ways of men. There, during the war of elves and Sauron, Galadion helped to defend Lindon from Sauron.

Later, upon hearing that Celeborn and Galadriel now ruled Lothlorien, Galadion left Lindon, swearing to Cirdan he would return to finish his works. After Sauron became presumably dead, Galadion became an advisor to Galadriel, giving suggestions on the general good of Lorien. After a long time of peace, Galadriel granted Galadion to go to Lindon and finish his works. His greatest work was a dagger that, if he never left Lindon before he could finish it, would glow when orcs are near. Eventually, when he felt he could learn nothing more from Cirdan, Galadion left Lindon and went back towards Lothlorien. But instead of visiting Galadriel, Galadion went in Fangorn Forest, for the purpose of finding ents. When he found one, he found out about the “lost” entwives, and went to Mirkwood to go look for them. Achieving nothing but failure, Galadion went back to Lothlorien to serve Galadriel. Over years, Galadion became a great servant of Galadriel, and later, an official ambassador.

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The Perky Ent's post

The fair light of the sky radiated across Galadion’s glowing face. A slow, pulsing wind brushed across Galadion’s brow, his hair flowing in the wind. There was so much life in the world, that would never be discovered. Galadion, therefore, always tried to observe as much as possible. Looking over his shoulders, Ambarturion, who was very interested in his mission, went back to Galadion to ask him a qusetion. “Galadion, what is your plan for an alliance?" Ambarturion said, in an inquisitive mannor. "I think a strait foward apporach will work. We are, after all, allies" Galadion said, smiling as he looked at the many green trees. "Yes, now adays, in times of trouble, we elves stick together. I don't think it will take long to reach an agreement."

As Galadion lifted his eyes, he could see the shining waters of Mirromere. “Ah. Now that is a lovely sight for a change. If only there wasn’t work to be done. But never mind” Galadion said to himself, reminiscing about his various journeys that passed Mirromere. “Megilaes, we take the path by Mirromere?” Galadion said, knowing his question was rhetorical. “Yes. We head west of the Anduin for your protection” Megilaes said, treating Galadion just like Ambarturion. “And I thank you for it. The forces of the dark have been very active lately.” Galadion said, staring off into space. Galadion, although foreseeing his mission would be a success, couldn’t see if it would cost casualties. As the day darkened, Galadion kept his eyes wide to anything moving. He would not die in a disaster like his former master.

After a short period of time, Galadion took out Angrûth and began to move it around in elegant strikes. The blade was weightless, strong, and sturdy. Etched in the steel was an inscription, which translated into: “Forget not Angrod’s sacrifice. Revenge upon the Iron Crown.” “Galadion. I beg your pardon, but do not worry. I have you protected. You have no need-“ but then Galadion’s servant stopped, because Galadion had stopped. It was as if Galadion was in pain. The thought filled his heart will uncontainable rage. But Galadion had a strong will, and because he didn’t want to slow down the mission, he ignored the statement and continuted walking. “I will never forget your sacrifice.” Galadion said, putting his dagger away.

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Application for Bloodtsained Elanor

Mirkwood Scout

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES Which one? Legacy Of Traitors

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

List them, please: Last Ride of the Heir

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

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For your character please include:

NAME: Lómarandil

AGE: 223

RACE: Elf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: An elvish longbow with intricate carved designs, a quivver of leaf fletched arrows, two short bone-handled elvish knives.

APPEARANCE: Tall, almost 6'4'' with chest length flowing blond hair. Grey eyes, and often a wicked grin on his face. His face is narrow, with a reasonably pointed chin, and he is slender yet lean in build, with deceptively strong arms and legs. He often hides his face under his hood and scarf. He wears almost no armour, with leather bracers on his lower arms, and leather greaves. He wears a gold-chained necklace at all times, inset with a ruby and an expertly crafted pendant. His green cloak is held in place with a silver pin with a leaf design on it.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He is often arrogant, unwilling to admit that an enemy is skilled, but fiercely defensive of all that he holds dear. He is an excellent knife fighter, although he prefers to use his bow whenever possible. He is most dangerous when he is angry, as he will fight without regard for his own safety, often fighting until his enemy is dead, no matter where that leaves him. He is also spectacularly aware of his surroundings, and is quick to spot potential ambush spots, cover and defensive positions. He is constantly pensive, although he laughs a lot, more as a defense mechanism. He gets angry quickly, but it is also quick to abate and he rarely holds grudge againt others. Always willing to do anything to help anyone else.

HISTORY: Young for an elf, born in 2796, he quickly learnt how to use a bow, and he was always cheerful. When his mother and father were killed by orc scouts while walking deep in mirkwood, he vowed revenge, despite the fact he was barely adolescent. He trained himself how to fight with knives, practising on wheat sheafs and with his older brothers. When he had come of age he became a scout for the elf king of Mirkwood. His early years were uneventful, being that he was a fresh scout, and he was told to stay near the back by the more experienced elves. Eventually he was allowed to help on a scout patrol to a site of rumoured orcish activity, and soon became respected due to his nerve and skill. He always wished no more than to serve for his land, and to destroy the orc menace and he has performed to that, and only to that. His arrogance became noticable, and he was soon fighting more as a sport. Only recently did he decide that a concerted effort was needed, and since that day has not wavered once.

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Hama of the Riddermark's post

Lómarandil was hidden under a carpet of leaves. Seeing Calenvása raise his hand, he slid backwards slowly and crawled on his stomach out of earshot of the orcs, then he stood up to a crouch and ran as fast as he could, his light elvish feet making little imprint on the leaves and twigs beneath. Reaching a clearing he sheathed his two knives that he had kept drawn since the orcs had been sighted. He kicked a tree in disgust, “Foul creatures! Utterly worthless hunks of meat!” he spat the last word out with bitterness as he turned to face Dol Guldur. “Damn Morgoth to the deepest pits of misery for creating them!” he said with a sad look on his face.

He sat down and took his bow off his back. He took out a knife and began to carve a design onto it. He smiled as he saw all the others he'd carved over the years. This time he cut out the shape of an orc, incredibly detailed, and carved an arrow going through its head. Chuckling he stared into the woods. He heard a faint crunching sound, like a clumsy foot breaking a twig...

Lomarandil was gone in a flash, up a tree. He looked over and saw an orc, closely followed by two others. Lomarandil smiled as he heard them start to talk, listening intently for any more information.

"Bloody trees!" he heard the orc say, "I hate them, I hate elves as well...stupid bloody animals." Lomarandil couldn't supress a grin as he heard the orc say this. He raised a single eyebrow in mirth, as the orcs continued to talk.

"We gotta stay 'ere for a while." a second orc said. "Them elves mustn't know that we aren't attacking them here." a second orc grunted loudly, "Yar, stoopid elvish tarks can't know we goin' for tha' uther wood, tha' big one!" he said, obviosuly pleased with himself for making this deduction. Lomadrandil nodded slowly. "They are heading for Lothlorien..." he said quietly...

"Hur?" he heard an orc say, "I heard something, stoopid tarks hiding in trees..." he looked up and started to turn in a circle, scanning the treetops for the elf he'd heard. Failing to find him, he grunted loudly and turned back, shouting at the others to follow. Lomarandil breathed out heavily. That was close...he dropped to the ground when he was sure the orcs had gone. Silently he made his way to the designated meeting place, as he entered the clearing he saw the others. "Mae govannan." Calenvasa announced. Lomarandil nodded and walked up to the group...

[Fordim Hedgethistle]

Perky Ent -- I like your proposed first post, but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to ask that you alter it somewhat.

You have Ambarturion behaving in what seems like a bit of a submissive manner to your character. Ambarturion will always be extraordinarily polite -- particularly to the ambassador that he's been assigned to protect -- but he would never cow-tow to anyone! He's very very proud (to a flaw, actually). Also, he would never turn away from somebody in embarassment -- he's far too self-possessed.

If you would like there to be some kind of friction between the two, that's fine with me (I love friction!) but as far as Ambarturion is concerned, he and Galadion are equals and peers (if anything, he would probably disapprove of your character somewhat for 'abandoning' Celeborn for Cirdan!). The only people in the whole of Middle-Earth whom he looks up to as being his superiors are Celeborn and Galadriel. . .this rather unpleasant aspect of his character will come into play as we go along.

[piosenniel]

Please use this description from Tolkien to craft your Elven characters:

Return of the King – Appendix F: Tolkien’s description for the Quendi (The Speakers) – the name given to the Elves by themselves after they first awoke in Middle-earth.

“They were a race high and beautiful, the older Children of the world, and among them the Eldar were as Kings, who now are gone: the People of the Great Journey, the People of the Stars. They were tall, fair of skin and grey-eyed, though their locks were dark, save in the golden house of Finrod; and their voices had more melodies than any mortal voice that is now heard . . .”

Please use this as a guideline for crafting your Elven character’s appearance.

Blue-grey eyes are also accepted in the Shire games for Elves.

[The Perky Ent]

The first post for The Perky Ent's character has been revised - please see the original character post

~*~ Pio

[piosenniel]

Everyone making revisions - GO BACK AND PUT YOUR EDITS ON YOUR ORIGINAL POST, PLEASE.

Then just put a new note on the Discussion Thread that you have revised it.

It is too much work when I set up the game thread to look around for the latest revision.

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Edits by me to your submissions are just setting up your first posts for transfer to the game should your character be chosen for play.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Edited my character's eyes to grey...

EDIT: Thanks! ~*~ Pio