Siege of Gundabad Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

CaptainofDespair · 10-22-2004, 11:40 AM

Well, these are all very nice submissions.

So without further delay; Welcome aboard, Witch_Queen, Firefoot, Boromir88, and Beserker_Warrior! I look forward to working with you all.

Novnarwen · 10-22-2004, 01:37 PM

Hello!

This looks really great!

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES
Hunt for the Dragon, Corsairs and Corsets, Breelanders All, Setting Sails for Valinor, Flight from Rohan, Search for Rhûn, Defense of the Poros and Land of Darkness.

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

Name - Ingemar

Age - 47

Gender: Male

Weapons - None.

Race - Man (of Dale)

Appearance - Ingemar is a shabby looking man. He is dressed in rags; a beige coloured tunic with brown loose trousers reaching down to his ankles, tied there. The tunic is torn several places, and he truly gives the impression of being a beggar. On his feet, he wears a pair of well used boots.

By the look of him, one would maybe get the impression that Ingemar was a mad-man, which ordinary people from Dale are ‘correct’ in assuming. His face bears the features of a poor man as well. He looks both tired and lost. Amongst the wrinkles in his face, the first thing one notice is his eyes. They are green, or grey; the colour is difficult to make out. They look rather empty, expressionless, not reflecting happiness or sadness. Sometimes they give him the look of a wild man though. Other than that, he doesn't have any other particular features. He has a half-long nose, somewhat high cheekbones, thin, weakly red lips and a silvery beard. His long hair is a mixture between grey and brown; it’s both filthy and greasy.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses - From early childhood, Ingemar has been almost by himself. It's due to him being retarded, his 'deformity'. He's never been accepted as an equal, and instead of helping him, he as been set aside by family and society. This, naturally, has affected him in numerous ways.

The fact that he never speaks to anyone than himself, (or never sees anyone else for that matter,) is mainly the reason why Ingemar hasn't developed a complete language. He makes mostly noises; he tries mimicking. When wanting to say for example the word 'bird', he mimics the bird-song he hears every morning he wakes up. He knows who is making the sound; he just doesn't know what they are called. When he needs words to express himself, he also makes up new words, which he usually forgets after some time. (Ingemar has a very short memory..)

Ingemar has, through his simple way of living; in a cottage at the outskirts of Dale, developed a true love for all living things surrounding him. Birds are his favourite, of course. Other than that, he enjoys picking flowers. He loves the smell of them. Ingemar also enjoys climbing trees, every time higher than last time. If he is in a good mood, he settles himself on one of the top branches and watch over Dale, like a herdsman watches his herd.

Ingemar is a kind, loving and tolerant person. He's never had much contact with others, only his sister, who brings him food. Even though he is quite old, he is but 4-7 years in mind. He sees the world through a child's eyes.

History - Ingemar was born into a quite prosperous family. However, as soon as his parents discovered his 'deformity', he was left alone in a little cottage they built him at the outskirts of Dale. In the beginning, his parents visited him often, but as the years passed and Ingemar's sister was born, their visits stopped. After this, he was left to himself; forgotten, or ignored, by the society.

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Novnarwen's post

He washed, the cold water making him giggle. Roughly, he was rubbing his face, trying to wipe away the dirt. His sister had taught him this. It was like magic, he thought, seeing how within seconds the dirt was gone from his face and he was clean. Watching himself in the mirror, he grabbed the kitchen knife. The brown-grey hair was growing out of his face again, something he found very frustrating. He took a hold of his beard with his left hand, and held the knife in his right. With a sudden movement, he had cut of most of his beard, leaving it uneven. It was burning with pain; his cheek. Red liquid started to run down from his chin, and onto his stubbles. Bending, he plunged his face into his little wash-tub. When rising, he looked satisfyingly into the mirror. After a few seconds however, something red was again running from his chin. Sighing, being rather frustrated, he turned quickly towards the door.

The weather was cold, but pleasant. The sun was casting long beams over the landscape. A thick white carpet was covering what once had been green fields. He frowned. When touching it, his fingers froze. When tasting it, his throat went cold and numb. He dropped dead. He looked down at his feet, pained by the coldness of the snow. He went hurriedly inside, finding his boots. He pulled them on, went for the door and slipped outside again.

He giggled to himself and called out. “Aeeeeeeeeeeieeeeeeeeeeia!” He held his hands in the air, running around and at last casting himself to the ground. The snow was piercing through his thin clothing, making him shiver with cold. He did not care though. The feeling of lying here was too great for him to abandon so quickly. He lay still, taking in the fresh winter air.

For a while, he lay motionless on the ground. At last he could not take it anymore; his teeth chattered, his legs were stiffening and his lips were turning blue. His whole body was trembling. Rising, he heard the sound of heavy boots. Being alarmed, yet not afraid, he looked desperately around. Who was coming at this hour? His sister! His sister! He was about to get up, but then he spotted several figures approaching his cottage. They didn’t at all look like his sister, or any other he had ever met. Not daring to move, he watched them. They were many. He giggled, wanting to run towards them, but his body was stiff, his limbs were numb.

It didn’t take long, before they took their leave again; their heavy boots echoing. Dragging himself forth, he suddenly discovered smoke. His cottage was hid behind a mixture of colours; orange, red and yellow. Slowly, he was drawn by the heat coming from it. He laughed merrily, feeling better at once. After a few hours, his cottage had disappeared; the ground where his cottage had stood was black; just like magic he thought.

***

I hope this was to your satisfiaction.

I will make a few edits later, or tomorrow, but now I have to run!

Cheers,
Nova

Boromir88 · 10-22-2004, 02:08 PM

I have a question, are we taking carry-alongs with our character?

CaptainofDespair · 10-22-2004, 02:53 PM

Ah, I was waiting for you Nova! Welcome Aboard!

As for any carry-alongs, I suppose a few are acceptable. As long as you don't go overboard on the number, a few here and there could be fine.

piosenniel · 10-22-2004, 03:05 PM

Note on carry-alongs

Please submit a character bio for your carry-along to the Discussion Thread so the game owner and moderator can take a look at it. No post for the carry-along is needed.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

Alaksoron · 10-22-2004, 04:36 PM

This game looks great. I would like to portray a soldier of Gondor, so here is my character bio. Hope you like!

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES/NO - Which one?
Yes, Wilderness, Weathertop and Wild Things

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
1

List them, please: Wilderness, Weathertop and Wild Things

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
_______________________________________

For your character please include:

NAME: Barak

AGE: 40

RACE: Men (Gondorian)

GENDER: male

WEAPONS: Barak carries a double-edged broadsword and a round oaken shield as well as a good yew bow. He also carries a hunting knife. His warhorse, Kane, could also be considered a weapon. His fists are also potent weapons.

APPEARANCE: He is short and stocky, with a scraggly black beard and a wide nose. He dresses in drab brown coat and trousers and thick leather boots. He wears a sturdy mail jacket and steel-backed gauntlets when in battle.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He is stubborn and has a wild temper. When in battle, he is berserker. He can be rude. Despite all this, he believes very firmly in justice. He is also a staunch supporter of King Elessar. Despite his heavy build, he is surprisingly stealthy. He is unusually strong and a very good shot with his bow. He is not very quick on his feet or agile. He tends to think things through before he acts, which some people interpret as being slow, but he is not. He is actually very intelligent.

HISTORY: He was raised on a simple farm and was one of five children, all boys. He was a rowdy boy who liked to play at war. He possessed a natural leadership even at a young age, and grew up to join the Gondorian military. He is a devoted career soldier of Gondor.

__________________________________

First post:

This is a requirement for this game. Character Descriptions without a First Post attached will be sent back to the writer. They may be submitted again, once there is a First Post to go with them.

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Alasoron's post

Huddling over a meager fire, Barak pulled his cloak closer against the biting wind. It was warmer in Gondor. He had lost count of how long they had been on the march. Surely it had been weeks. Though he was beginning to lose faith in his commander, he could never doubt King Elessar.

Uther Kahir was wild and often psychotic, but he was just the type of single-minded, agressive field officer needed for this type of mission. Not that Lieutenant Uther was the type to disclose information unneccesarily, but Barak knew something of what was going on.

They had been sent to siege and destroy the Orc/Goblin stronghold on Mt. Gundabad. King Elessar had ordered diplomatic efforts first, though he must have known it was hopeless. It would end in battle, and slaughter. Which was fine with Barak.

Boromir88 · 10-22-2004, 08:02 PM

Carry alongs.

Name: Gelding

Age: 57

Race: Man of Dale

Gender: Male

Info: Gelding carries a steel broadsword and yew bow. He carries no armor except the small round shield. During the winter months he will wear fur clothing, that he probably made from killing wild animals around his home, to keep warm. He has been Sjorging's closest friend and fought together against Sauron. Gelding suffered a neck injury, which still limits him in battle at times, but he still enjoys the competition with Sjorging.

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Name: Beluf

Age: 29

Race: Man of Dale

Gender: Male

Info: Beluf is still relatively young, and has only fought in the small skirmishes (or more like slaughters) against the raiding orcs. He escaped from the recent raid, along with Sjorging and Gelding. In his small town he was the local Blacksmith, and carries a gold hilted longsword, which he crafted himself. Along with a small hatchet he uses for chopping wood, or various other reasons. Beluf is a below average fighter, but what he lacks in fighting, he makes up with his determination, and heart, to kill anything that threatens his people.

10-22-2004, 01:37 PM	#2
Novnarwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In your mouth... Eeeew, by the way. :P Posts: 517	Man Of Dale Hello! This looks really great! 1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES Hunt for the Dragon, Corsairs and Corsets, Breelanders All, Setting Sails for Valinor, Flight from Rohan, Search for Rhûn, Defense of the Poros and Land of Darkness. 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 Name - Ingemar Age - 47 Gender: Male Weapons - None. Race - Man (of Dale) Appearance - Ingemar is a shabby looking man. He is dressed in rags; a beige coloured tunic with brown loose trousers reaching down to his ankles, tied there. The tunic is torn several places, and he truly gives the impression of being a beggar. On his feet, he wears a pair of well used boots. By the look of him, one would maybe get the impression that Ingemar was a mad-man, which ordinary people from Dale are ‘correct’ in assuming. His face bears the features of a poor man as well. He looks both tired and lost. Amongst the wrinkles in his face, the first thing one notice is his eyes. They are green, or grey; the colour is difficult to make out. They look rather empty, expressionless, not reflecting happiness or sadness. Sometimes they give him the look of a wild man though. Other than that, he doesn't have any other particular features. He has a half-long nose, somewhat high cheekbones, thin, weakly red lips and a silvery beard. His long hair is a mixture between grey and brown; it’s both filthy and greasy. Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses - From early childhood, Ingemar has been almost by himself. It's due to him being retarded, his 'deformity'. He's never been accepted as an equal, and instead of helping him, he as been set aside by family and society. This, naturally, has affected him in numerous ways. The fact that he never speaks to anyone than himself, (or never sees anyone else for that matter,) is mainly the reason why Ingemar hasn't developed a complete language. He makes mostly noises; he tries mimicking. When wanting to say for example the word 'bird', he mimics the bird-song he hears every morning he wakes up. He knows who is making the sound; he just doesn't know what they are called. When he needs words to express himself, he also makes up new words, which he usually forgets after some time. (Ingemar has a very short memory..) Ingemar has, through his simple way of living; in a cottage at the outskirts of Dale, developed a true love for all living things surrounding him. Birds are his favourite, of course. Other than that, he enjoys picking flowers. He loves the smell of them. Ingemar also enjoys climbing trees, every time higher than last time. If he is in a good mood, he settles himself on one of the top branches and watch over Dale, like a herdsman watches his herd. Ingemar is a kind, loving and tolerant person. He's never had much contact with others, only his sister, who brings him food. Even though he is quite old, he is but 4-7 years in mind. He sees the world through a child's eyes. History - Ingemar was born into a quite prosperous family. However, as soon as his parents discovered his 'deformity', he was left alone in a little cottage they built him at the outskirts of Dale. In the beginning, his parents visited him often, but as the years passed and Ingemar's sister was born, their visits stopped. After this, he was left to himself; forgotten, or ignored, by the society. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novnarwen's post He washed, the cold water making him giggle. Roughly, he was rubbing his face, trying to wipe away the dirt. His sister had taught him this. It was like magic, he thought, seeing how within seconds the dirt was gone from his face and he was clean. Watching himself in the mirror, he grabbed the kitchen knife. The brown-grey hair was growing out of his face again, something he found very frustrating. He took a hold of his beard with his left hand, and held the knife in his right. With a sudden movement, he had cut of most of his beard, leaving it uneven. It was burning with pain; his cheek. Red liquid started to run down from his chin, and onto his stubbles. Bending, he plunged his face into his little wash-tub. When rising, he looked satisfyingly into the mirror. After a few seconds however, something red was again running from his chin. Sighing, being rather frustrated, he turned quickly towards the door. The weather was cold, but pleasant. The sun was casting long beams over the landscape. A thick white carpet was covering what once had been green fields. He frowned. When touching it, his fingers froze. When tasting it, his throat went cold and numb. He dropped dead. He looked down at his feet, pained by the coldness of the snow. He went hurriedly inside, finding his boots. He pulled them on, went for the door and slipped outside again. He giggled to himself and called out. “Aeeeeeeeeeeieeeeeeeeeeia!” He held his hands in the air, running around and at last casting himself to the ground. The snow was piercing through his thin clothing, making him shiver with cold. He did not care though. The feeling of lying here was too great for him to abandon so quickly. He lay still, taking in the fresh winter air. For a while, he lay motionless on the ground. At last he could not take it anymore; his teeth chattered, his legs were stiffening and his lips were turning blue. His whole body was trembling. Rising, he heard the sound of heavy boots. Being alarmed, yet not afraid, he looked desperately around. Who was coming at this hour? His sister! His sister! He was about to get up, but then he spotted several figures approaching his cottage. They didn’t at all look like his sister, or any other he had ever met. Not daring to move, he watched them. They were many. He giggled, wanting to run towards them, but his body was stiff, his limbs were numb. It didn’t take long, before they took their leave again; their heavy boots echoing. Dragging himself forth, he suddenly discovered smoke. His cottage was hid behind a mixture of colours; orange, red and yellow. Slowly, he was drawn by the heat coming from it. He laughed merrily, feeling better at once. After a few hours, his cottage had disappeared; the ground where his cottage had stood was black; just like magic he thought. * I hope this was to your satisfiaction. I will make a few edits later, or tomorrow, but now I have to run! Cheers, Nova __________________ Scully: Homer, we're going to ask you a few simple yes or no questions. Do you understand? Homer: Yes. (Lie dectector blows up) AUS Blog** Last edited by piosenniel; 10-22-2004 at 02:12 PM. Reason: Spelling... eeek!

10-22-2004, 04:36 PM	#6
Alaksoron Haunting Spirit Join Date: Sep 2003 Posts: 73	Soldier of Gondor This game looks great. I would like to portray a soldier of Gondor, so here is my character bio. Hope you like! Character Description Form: 1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES/NO - Which one? Yes, Wilderness, Weathertop and Wild Things 2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? 1 List them, please: Wilderness, Weathertop and Wild Things 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 _______________________________________ For your character please include: NAME: Barak AGE: 40 RACE: Men (Gondorian) GENDER: male WEAPONS: Barak carries a double-edged broadsword and a round oaken shield as well as a good yew bow. He also carries a hunting knife. His warhorse, Kane, could also be considered a weapon. His fists are also potent weapons. APPEARANCE: He is short and stocky, with a scraggly black beard and a wide nose. He dresses in drab brown coat and trousers and thick leather boots. He wears a sturdy mail jacket and steel-backed gauntlets when in battle. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He is stubborn and has a wild temper. When in battle, he is berserker. He can be rude. Despite all this, he believes very firmly in justice. He is also a staunch supporter of King Elessar. Despite his heavy build, he is surprisingly stealthy. He is unusually strong and a very good shot with his bow. He is not very quick on his feet or agile. He tends to think things through before he acts, which some people interpret as being slow, but he is not. He is actually very intelligent. HISTORY: He was raised on a simple farm and was one of five children, all boys. He was a rowdy boy who liked to play at war. He possessed a natural leadership even at a young age, and grew up to join the Gondorian military. He is a devoted career soldier of Gondor. __________________________________ First post: This is a requirement for this game. Character Descriptions without a First Post attached will be sent back to the writer. They may be submitted again, once there is a First Post to go with them. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alasoron's post Huddling over a meager fire, Barak pulled his cloak closer against the biting wind. It was warmer in Gondor. He had lost count of how long they had been on the march. Surely it had been weeks. Though he was beginning to lose faith in his commander, he could never doubt King Elessar. Uther Kahir was wild and often psychotic, but he was just the type of single-minded, agressive field officer needed for this type of mission. Not that Lieutenant Uther was the type to disclose information unneccesarily, but Barak knew something of what was going on. They had been sent to siege and destroy the Orc/Goblin stronghold on Mt. Gundabad. King Elessar had ordered diplomatic efforts first, though he must have known it was hopeless. It would end in battle, and slaughter. Which was fine with Barak. Last edited by piosenniel; 10-22-2004 at 05:12 PM.

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10-22-2004, 11:40 AM	#1
CaptainofDespair Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jun 2004 Posts: 413	Well, these are all very nice submissions. So without further delay; Welcome aboard, Witch_Queen, Firefoot, Boromir88, and Beserker_Warrior! I look forward to working with you all.

10-22-2004, 02:08 PM	#3
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	I have a question, are we taking carry-alongs with our character?

10-22-2004, 02:53 PM	#4
CaptainofDespair Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jun 2004 Posts: 413	Ah, I was waiting for you Nova! Welcome Aboard! As for any carry-alongs, I suppose a few are acceptable. As long as you don't go overboard on the number, a few here and there could be fine.

10-22-2004, 03:05 PM	#5
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Note on carry-alongs Please submit a character bio for your carry-along to the Discussion Thread so the game owner and moderator can take a look at it. No post for the carry-along is needed. Thanks! ~*~ Pio

10-22-2004, 08:02 PM	#7
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	Carry alongs. Name: Gelding Age: 57 Race: Man of Dale Gender: Male Info: Gelding carries a steel broadsword and yew bow. He carries no armor except the small round shield. During the winter months he will wear fur clothing, that he probably made from killing wild animals around his home, to keep warm. He has been Sjorging's closest friend and fought together against Sauron. Gelding suffered a neck injury, which still limits him in battle at times, but he still enjoys the competition with Sjorging. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Beluf Age: 29 Race: Man of Dale Gender: Male Info: Beluf is still relatively young, and has only fought in the small skirmishes (or more like slaughters) against the raiding orcs. He escaped from the recent raid, along with Sjorging and Gelding. In his small town he was the local Blacksmith, and carries a gold hilted longsword, which he crafted himself. Along with a small hatchet he uses for chopping wood, or various other reasons. Beluf is a below average fighter, but what he lacks in fighting, he makes up with his determination, and heart, to kill anything that threatens his people.