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02-04-2005, 01:59 AM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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TIME FRAME:
The year is 3014 T.A. - four years before the War of the Ring. The storyline or plot for the story requires: 4 months gametime - (Afterlithe(July) through Winterfilth(October) This game requires a time commitment of: 3 MONTHS (12 WEEKS) from me, the game owner, and from the major players. |
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02-04-2005, 02:01 AM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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TIME LINE:
Afterlithe (July) -- 2 WEEKS REAL TIME The story begins near the foothills of Dol Guldor
August (Wedmath) -- 4 WEEKS REAL TIME
September (Halimath) -- 4 WEEKS REAL TIME
October (Winterfilth) -- 2 WEEKS REAL TIME
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02-04-2005, 02:03 AM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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Thalionyulma's characters:
1.) NAME: Rûdhchamion AGE: approx. 3,000 yrs. RACE: Silvan Elf GENDER: Male WEAPONS: Hunting bow & arrows, jewelled hunting knife (a gift from his sister- deceased) APPEARANCE: Tall, with long dark raven-black hair, usually untied; grey-eyed; Garbed in green & brown leather hunting attire, aiding him to blend in the forest surroundings PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Rûdhchamion is a solitary being, quiet and easily content wandering & hunting in the woods. Has easy rapport with animals in the woods, and can communicate with most of them. He is an experienced fighter, possessing both excellent hunting and scouting skills. His thirst for vengeance blinds him at times, making him insensitive to those who try to get close to him. Although slow to anger, his temper sometimes gets the best of him, once it is triggered. HISTORY: The Dark Elf came from a nomadic group of elves who refused to be ruled by any king. He had been trained by his father to scout during the War of the Last Alliance at a very young age. Although he lived with his kin after the battle, roaming the eaves of the Great River, Anduin, they had lived last near the Gladden Fields (called Loeg Ningloron by Rûdhchamion's people). Two strangers were welcomed one day to rest awhile during one of their gatherings when his people was attacked by a group of orcs and men. His immediate family was killed, his twin sister Perennnauriel had died in his arms after being hit by a poisoned dart that was aimed at him. Only a handful had survived. The Dark Elf had devoted his days to hunting down his people's murderers. He had reached deep into Mirkwood, tracking down men he suspected would lead him to the murderers. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thalionyulma's post - Rudchamion ----- FIRST FOR GAME The Dark Elf stirred slightly in the tree branch, hidden in the foliage of the leaves. The dawn was breaking in the horizon, streaks of gold and violet to red, splattered across the sky. From a distance, a faint sound of a bird's morning song started, then faded. These parts of the woods seemed darker and more somber. Not even a chirp could be heard for long. The small group had been travelling for days. The two elves had come from Thranduil's Hall. One bidden by the Elvenking, the other because of a personal oath of vegeance. They had eventually stumbled upon the white wolf pup and a young human in their dangerous travel. They had reached the foot of Amon Lanc, now mostly known as Dol Guldur, a few days before. They had been unable to get closer as they avoided the orcs and patrolling parties of wargriders. The Dark Elf took in his surroundings and sighed inwardly. He had never counted in doing the Elvenking's bidding, but it had served his purpose at that time. Because of mysterious raids and events in Mirkwood, Thranduil had had tightened his patrol in the Elven Realm. It had lead to the capture of the humans Rûdhchamion had been following, in hopes to finally get his revenge. Because of unexpected events, he had then met Anarya SilverBranch, who was biddened to follow the man upon his release. Of course Legolas, the Elvenking's son, knew the Dark Elf would follow the human. But he eventually left Anarya with Rûdhchamion to continue the quest. The human, Micanar, had lead them to the patrol of orcs, raising the suspicion something forboding was about. He had unfortunately killed the man when they had fought. Which of course made things more complicated in reaching the rumored stronghold. Now a new enemy was making its presence known, haunting their human companion. Something ancient and dark that reeked of evil and decay. Rûdhchamion stretched a bit, shaking himsel of the dark thoughts. He then lightly jumped to the ground soundlessly. His companions were still resting in the hidden alcove of the underbrush. He espied Taralphiel still sleeping soundly with an arm around Khelek's neck. The white wolf pup opened his eyes and lifted his head questioningly at the elf. Anarya was resting next to young human maiden, one hand still holding her bow. Sleep lightly. I will scout a bit and forage. Keep alert. The Dark Elf silently communicated with the protective canine. The pup whined softly. I will not wander far and too long. He smiled assuringly, then walked towards the stream nearby. --------------- 2.) NAME: Rinurion AGE: approx. 1,000 yrs. old RACE: Silvan Elf GENDER: Male WEAPONS: Longbow & arrows, short sword & dagger APPEARANCE: Very tall; long dark brown hair, usually tied back; light grey eyes, nearly blue; clad in brown & dark green hunting attire common to the patrolly guard of Mirkwood. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Has good leadership skills, marking him as one of the captains of Thranduil's patrolling companies. Excels in hand to hand combat, and proficient in most woodland combat weapons, particularly with the longbow. He is very wary of those not of Mirkwood, and does not readily give his trust. HISTORY: Rinurion has always been of Mirkwood. Like his father before him, he serves the Elvenking unquestioningly. This elf has always had the honor to patrol with the King's son, Legolas. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thalionyulma’s post for Rinurion The Party at the Elven King’s realm: The breeze rustled the leaves above the branches over head. Rinurion looked up, still in deep thought. Alot had happened the past few weeks, and a growing uneasiness in him would not go away. It had all began when his patrol with Legolas had intercepted a group of men. The ElvenKing had let one go, but a dark elf followed his trail. Anarya and Prince Legolas had gone as well to watch where the man headed to. Although Legolas had returned shortly, Anarya had continued the quest with the dark elf. No word had come back since then. No, his uneasiness stemmed more from another elf. One who was one of them it seemed. But he had been unable to pursue his suspicions. He and three others were captured in the ElvenKing's territory by orcs. No one knew how they were able to enter the kingdom without detection. It had been another elf from Lorien that aided their rescue. Deagon still lived and continued to join the patrols. Rinurion could do nothing more than watch closely. Another elf appeared nearby, it was Laryelion of Lorien. He walked over to where Rinurion sat on a fallen bole. "How went the patrol?" asked Laryelion. "It has been quiet for some time, but who can say for how long?" came the answer. "You watch him closely," Laryelion said quietly. Rinurion looked at the elf at that and wondered if he should share his uneasiness. Gayahithwen carry a basket of berries from the woods. Several other elf maidens were with her. She espied the two and came over. "Good day Rinurion! Everything is well, I hope?" The young elf maiden asked, smiling. |
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02-04-2005, 02:04 AM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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Taralphiel's Characters
3.) NAME: Taralphiel AGE: 22 RACE: Human GENDER: Female WEAPONS: Taralphiel has only a dagger in her boot. She has had little training on how to use it, with the exception of hunting for her own food. APPEARANCE: Taralphiel is 5’ 7”, with waist length blonde hair and striking green eyes. She is dressed in simple riding gear, with sturdy boots and a long cape. Though with her long time in the Woods, her clothes have become very worn. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Taralphiel has undergone a great change once leaving her home in Calembel. Once a rather bright and carefree young woman, she has learnt much of hardship. At first this brought her into a great depression, leaving her wondering if her choices were at all wise ones. But recently her companions have noted a great resolution and determination to save the one that she loves. Taralphiel has no great skill in battle or strategy, often leaving her to be rescued by her Elven companions. However, she has begun to show a keener sense to the world of evil surrounding the woods, and it is unknown how this gift will effect her. HISTORY: Taralphiel grew up in Calembel, a small town lying between Rohan and Gondor. She was betrothed to a local town leader, but instead chose to marry a young Rohirrim warrior by the name of Eriador. Leaving her town, they were separated when Eriador was called to a great duty. Now Taralphiel seeks him out, convinced that he is somewhere in Mirkwood… SEE JOINT POST FOR CHARACTERS BELOW -------------- 4.) NAME: Eriador AGE: 27 RACE: Human (Rohan) GENDER: Male WEAPONS: When he is fully armed (and not captive.), Eriador carries two daggers on his belt, and a broadsword, made by his father. He is also proficient in the bow, but does not carry one, as he prefers his sword and closer combat. APPEARANCE: Eriador is about 6 foot, with the characteristic features of a strong young man of Rohan. He keeps his shoulder length blonde hair, making his brown eyes more visible. But his face is younger and more boyish than the hardened warriors of the Eored, among these men is his father. PERSONALITY/ STRENGTHS/ WEAKNESSES: Eriador is a young man that follows his heart. That is what lead him to Taralphiel is the first instance, and to Mirkwood in the second. He has a strong loyalty to his heritage, and forever values the strength of Rohan. But such traits can lead to stubbornness. He will not give up on a good cause, no matter the cost to himself. However, when those dear to him pay that cost, he begins to wonder if this attribute in him is such a good thing… HISTORY: Eriador grew up in Edoras, and was trained to be a member of the Eored. When he was around 25, he left on a journey to Gondor, and chanced upon the small village of Calembel, where he met and wed Taralphiel. His plans were to take her back to his family in Edoras, but they changed when news was brought to him of a disturbance in Mirkwood. Now he has found himself captured in a dungeon, unaware of his exact location, and not knowing what has become of Taralphiel. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Taralphiel's post for Eriador and Taralphiel Taralphiel slumbered restlessly in the branch of a tree, her cheek pressed against the soft fur of the wolf pup Khelek. She had lost count of the nights she had spent just this way, and the increasing disturbance of what she saw while she slept. Hr dreams lead her through another dark passage, her fingers could feel the moist dank of the rough walls. And in the corner, shown only with a sliver of the moons’ light, a figure sat slumped in the corner. Her hair dangled off his brow in dregs, down over his eyes. He looked in rags, though her skilled eyes could make out those rags had once been regal garments of a soldier, a warrior. His breastplate still shone, though dully. But all other sign of his place were gone, not a sword, nor a shield. Taralphiel did not need any more detail to discern who this man was. She called out to him, her voice becoming hoarse, though those slumbering beside her could only hear whimpers. She cried out his name, and pleaded with him. “Eriador, please! I am here! Listen to me!” The figure looked up, his eyes still veiled, his head moving about, his shoulders stretching back. Even in the muck of his prison, Eriador looked as though he held some hope, though his body would not recognize it. She could hear his laboured breathing as he whispered to himself. “This dreams…they are so vivid. I wonder what it is she is doing now…” Eriador lifted his head to the small gap in the tall cell, so the moonlight could light up his face, and Taralphiel could see his familiar, yet now care-worn face. “I will work my way out of this cell, and back to her, so I am not haunted so….” Taralphiel jerked her head up from its rest against Khelek, and sighed. She sat up and pressed her palms to her face, shrugging her sore shoulders with effort. Khelek turned a curious glance up at her, and she threw him a weary smile. “These dreams grow longer, that is all. I shall manage…” |
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02-04-2005, 02:05 AM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
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Vitto's character
5.) NAME: Warzgarz AGE: An Orc in his prime RACE:Orc GENDER:Male WEAPONS : Heavy armor and Broad sword APPEARANCE: Taller than a common orc, heavily built, only slightly smaller than the Uruk-Hai. This Orc captain is a seasoned warrior and can be evident with the scars on his exposed skin on his face and arms. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Ruthless and expects his subordinates to obey. Has more than the usual tolerance for allies not of his race (e.g., man). The gleam in his eyes show both his shrewdness and intelligence (for an orc, anyway). He loathes both elves and men. Considering men nothing more than mere cattle (unless they prove useful kept alive). Elves he'd dealt with before, in battle and as captives. HISTORY: Has long been in the service of the DarkLord. Had been a young warrior in the battle of the Last Alliance. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vitto's post The orc sat contemplating the reports before him. He was heavily armored in chainmail and armor plating. A heavy broadsword laid on the table in front of the heavyset figure. Several groups of orcs were coming in from the woods as another group headed out, but the orc captain take no notice. Warzgarz grunted and leaned back in his seat. He looked up, gazing about the encampment. His sharp eyes missing nothing. He noted the warg-riders about to move out. These would be meeting up with another group further south and eventually would be replaced by another group to be honed. Reports had been coming in about a small group being spotted, but it was inconsistent. He was unsure at this point where the reported group was now. No matter, he thought, what could a small group do? They would be captured. Muru, the vampire, would have her pets continue to scout and would eventually find them. And they would be dealt with accordingly. A small grin formed at thje corner of his lips. It had been some time since they'd tasted fresh meat. "Gorbagzh! Get word to the Warg-riders on patrol to add their number to each group. I want them to sweep their area thoroughly!" A lanky orc in leather armor acknowledge his command and headed towards the group getting ready for their patrol. |
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02-04-2005, 02:07 AM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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Eiz' characters
6.) NAME: Muru AGE: approx. 8,000 yrs. old RACE: Corrupted Maia GENDER: Female WEAPONS: Shapeshifter (batlike form), has the power to weave illusions, corrupt-minds and eventually mind-control (but limited). She wields no physical weapon. When bat-like, her claws and teeth are razor sharp. APPEARANCE: Often in female form, clad in a long black attire. She is extremely tall and pale, her long black & grey hair falling freely about her. Her eyes are as black as coal, and void of any emotion. In bat form, is as large as a dog or goat. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Muru is cold-blooded, and is extremely contemptuous of elven-kind and men. Revelling often in the carnage and chaos she often wroughts around her. She is relentless, and obeys only her Master. Often over-confident of her abilities, often under-estimating her enemies. HISTORY: Not as old as Sauron, and not as powerful, nevertheless Muru goes far back during the age before Melkor/Morgoth was chained. Having been corrupted by Sauron into his service. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eiz' post for Muru A dark figure flew silently over the treetops. The morning sun was blighted, appearing as if dusk instead of dawn, and so the shape seemed as a dark batlike shape, skimming overhead. An icy breeze followed it, and the leaves rustled dryly, as if afraid to make a sound. The shape took a more solid form as it reached the ground near the entrance of the fortress. It was a tall female figure, that cast her cold gaze about. She frowned as she noted the encampent at the foothill of Dol Guldor. "He sends more dogs instead of using stealth," she muttered disapprovingly. "Pity the girl is cautious. It would have been interesting to ensnare one so young with so much talent." A human maiden had been part of the group the Orc was trying to capture. Wargarz would not have known the group's presence if it had not been for her. But since finding out about the human female, the vampire's interest had gone up. Now Muru had an agenda of her own. If she could capture and bend the human, it would be a pleasing addition for her Master to use as a tool. It would be better than those weak-willed prisoners the orc had been sending her. It was always a challenge to corrupt elves. Humans were easier to bend. But sometimes there were those who were exceptional. Far back, she could only recall the tale of Hurin among the few who had been such an exception. It was a great pleasure to finally see them bent in misery. Yes, she thought silently as she entered the fortress, it would be quite a catch to not only get the elves, but the human as well. --------------- 7.) NAME: Deagon AGE: approx. 500 yrs. RACE: Silvan Elf GENDER: Male WEAPONS: Bow & arrows, hunting knife APPEARANCE: Blonde hair, grey eyes. Is in common elven hunting attire and has a dark green cloak. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He is rather good at fighting with most weapons. Had been the leader of a scouting group. He was known to be faithful to his friends and would never abandon them in battle. HISTORY: He had a younger sister, Elenloth, who had been very dear to him. They had lived at the outskirts of the elven realm of Mirkwood, they no longer had their parents. One day Elenloth was captured by some orcs scourging the edge of Mirkwood. Furious about it, Daegon had tracked them down, but was forced to strike up a deal with the enemy or his sister would die a very slow & painful death. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eiz’ post for Deagon Deagon walked silently through the path in the forest. He had just finished with the patrol, and as usual left the group to be alone. The tall elf was aloof nowadays, even from those who were his friends and companions. He was in deep thought when he caught sight of Gayahithwen and the other kitchen elves. She waved to another elf. He stopped when he saw who it was- Rinurion. And with him was the elf from Lorien, Laryelion. Rinurion was the one elf in Mirkwood he had constantly tried to avoid. Everytime they crossed paths, he could see in the other's eyes the distrust. And the heavy guilt he bore pained him as much as the helplessness he felt. He sighed and walked away. To be alone again. Alone since Elenloth was captured by the enemy. It was because of that fact he had tried to trade Gayahithwen and another elf maiden Amaryllis for her release. Rinurion had foiled that, and with Laryelion's aid, had rescued them. There was an argument between him and the orcs. They refused to take him to Elenloth, nor assure him of her release. Amaryllis and Gayahithwen had persuaded Rinurion not to deal harshly with him. He had been released after being cleared. The elf maiden had said that the orcs had ambushed them. She had not revealed he had led them to the orcs. She had spoken to him afterwards, but he had kept silent. What could they do even if he told them that his sister had been captured? Should he seek aid, it would endanger Elenloth's life. He had made a bargain, forced upon him. He had tracked down the orcs, but they were many. His companions were killed or taken, but he was released. And he was promised the freedom of his sister if he fulfilled part of that bargain. |
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02-04-2005, 02:08 AM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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Great Warg’s character
8.) NAME: Khelek. AGE: Roughly four to six months at the beginning of the story. RACE: White wolf of the North. GENDER: Male. WEAPONS: I suppose teeth would have to count. APPEARANCE: A pale, ghostly white coloration for which the white wolves of the North were named for; his features are still rather soft and round; inquisitive blue eyes: a characteristic of wolf pups; a small, compact body, made for preserving body heat, but is swiftly growing into a lean adult wolf. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Still in a state of “puppy hood,” Khelek can be over-zealous at times, and easily excitable, especially with new smells and noises. Not much of a hunter yet, the young wolf lacks experience in subtlety and stealth, preferring the much more direct route of handling problems by tackling them head-on and biting them in the hand (literally, as the case may be), although his small size keeps the pup from being much of a threat to anything. Though small in stature, Khelek is a loyal companion and sees the small fellowship as a sort of adoptive pack. HISTORY: Born in the far North of Middle-earth, nigh to the region of Forodwaith, and akin to the same wolves that had invaded Eriador in the Fell Winter of TA 2911. He had been taken for breeding purposes among the Wargs, but was found and rescued by Rûdhchamion’s party. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- GreatWarg's post The forest was incredibly still, as was the air; his sensitive ears could not hear the low mutterings of the trees as they talked amongst themselves, nor could he hear the bated breath of the wind. Occasionally, he would discern some movement on the very edges of his sight, some unusual squirrel hoarding nuts for its winter store, or perhaps even a doe and her fawn passing by before they disappeared into the darkling woods. Or it could be something much nastier. Sleep eluded him for the better part of an hour, though the pup was exhausted from the day’s march. Khelek thought Mirkwood smelt too musty, felt too stifling, and was in general a Very Bad Place to be in. This practical sentiment only grew as the small company traveled further south, and there were less wild beasts and more things that crept in the dark, out of sight but not out of mind. He found it hard to believe that Elves lived in any part of this murky and unwholesome place, though Khelek had never been very far north where the Wood Elves lived. Speaking of Wood Elves… The wolf stirred as Rûdhchamion landed, his “puppish” curiosities subdued by lack of sleep, and could only offer the Elf a questioning look. If he was planning on leaving their makeshift campsite alone, Rûdhchamion had another thing coming—it seemed impractical and out of character of the Elf for him to leave Taralphiel and Anarya unprotected. Sleep lightly. I will scout a bit and forage. Keep alert. Khelek would have liked to insist he come along, or at least persuade Rûdhchamion from leaving, but was simply too tired to argue. Rûdhchamion, after all, knew the ways of the wood better than anyone else. I will not wander far and too long, he promised. Sighing, the pup yielded and settled down again. I should hope so. Rûdhchamion’s smile, though meant to be reassuring, seemed all too grim. Last edited by piosenniel; 03-31-2005 at 06:01 PM. |
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