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10-02-2005, 01:37 PM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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Basic Storyline: King Telumehtar of Gondor, angered by the Corsairs constant attacks on his lands, leads an assault on Umbar to destroy the Corsairs once and for all, and reclaim the city for Gondor. Meanwhile, The Corsairs press on to wreak havoc on the coasts of Gondor.
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10-02-2005, 01:37 PM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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The purpose of the story is to: Reclaim Umbar for Gondor, and remove the Corsairs from the city.
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10-02-2005, 01:38 PM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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Starting Location: Harlond for the Gondorians, the mouth of Anduin for the Corsairs.
Likely destination: Umbar |
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10-02-2005, 01:38 PM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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Timeframes:
This game takes place in the 3rd Age at around year 1810. The storyline itself or plot covers two months This game requires a time commitment of 14 weeks from me, the game owner and from the major players. |
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10-02-2005, 01:42 PM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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Characters Needed
Gondorian Forces First Ship
Second Ship
Corsairs
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note 1: The Lords of Umbar are the sons of Angamaitë and Sangahyando. Angamaitë and Sangahyando are the direct descendants of Castamir, and former rulers of Umbar. Note 2: The Slaves were those who stayed under the ship and manned the many ores of the ship. There’d be around 250 chained slaves per ship. _______________________________ Character types which would not belong: Any female characters, Elves, Hobbits, Dwarves, Orcs, or anything that is not specificed by the character list _______________________________ Last edited by piosenniel; 10-13-2005 at 09:11 AM. |
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10-02-2005, 01:43 PM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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PLACED ON DISCUSSION THREAD ~*~ PIO
The Perky Ent’s character: NAME: King Telumehtar, 28th King of Gondor AGE: 178 RACE: Human GENDER: Male WEAPONS: Telumehtar carries a three foot long sword handed down by his father Tarondor in TA 1700. Its hilt is wrapped in a soft leather grip, and the sword is relatively light to wield, compared to the sword of the regular Gondorian soldier. Besides his ceremonial sword, Telumehtar also carries a shorter, more worn sword, which Telumehtar had used ever since he was thirty. Along his belt, Telumehtar has several throwing daggers. As for armor, Telumehtar’s helm is of kingly proportions, bearing a large set of wings in the back, and a golden noseguard in the front. In front of his green tunic, Telumehtar wears an elegant hauberk, covered by a ruby red leather vest. For his legs, he wore an embroidered hose, covered by greaves. His leather gloves are lined with silver paint; his pauldrons and vambraces depicted the white tree under the stars. Above all his armor he wears the tabard of the white tree. On ceremonious occasions, he wears the Crown of Gondor on his head. APPEARANCE: A man of substantial stature, Telumehtar stands tall at six feet seven inches. He stands poised, and has a kingly look about himself in public. His matted hair is brown, as are his eyes. His brow is wrinkled, but only from age. Telumehtar is a lean man, weighting as much as an average person (exclude his weight when in armor). As a king, he represents Gondor, and therefore keeps very clean and tidy. Of markings that would be of note, he bears a small scar on his left forearm that he believes was the plague’s effect on him. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: When it comes to his family, Telumehtar is very down to Earth. He is very caring and shows particular courtesy, condescending no one. A strong man, he is fairly agile, and thinks well under pressure. However, since he was a child, he has always had a mild case of claustrophobia, which has been a problem that has haunted him for quite some time, since he is the king of Gondor. He is fairly intelligent, and occasionally witty, yet he relies a great deal of his decisions to his right hand man, Menelcar. His weak point is his forearm, where he bears the scar of what he believes is the plague’s effect on him. When touched, it causes mild pain through his left arm. It his for this reason that he keeps his arm well armored. In terms of his proficiency with weapons, Telumehtar is an awful shot when it comes to archery. He never had a passion for bows and arrows, and therefore never gave much interest to it. His skills with a blade are of kingly proportion, having spent many decades training in the ways of the blade. He is not an aggressive person, unless in a long fight where he will continue to increase his effort. Telumehtar never was much of a runner, but more of a sprinter, saving his energy for close fights. HISTORY: Born in TA 1632, he was only two years old when he heard his great uncle Telemnar speak of war with the Corsairs of Umbar. Ever since, he has had a natural hate for them. It was when he was six that he saw the plague ravage Gondor. Telumehtar stood under the arm of his father as he watched his great uncle die, and the White Tree wither. It was in this year, TA 1636, that Tarondor, the nephew of Telemnar, became king of Gondor, making Telumehtar heir to the throne of Gondor. Four years later, he grew sad when he watched the king’s house move to Minas Arnor, as he had grown fond of Osgiliath, and didn’t want to leave. It was in this year that a white tree grew forth again in Gondor, and Telumehtar witnessed his sowing. For the next 170 years, Telumehtar grew strong, and learned much of the lore of his land. Particularly, he learned much of the ways of the sea, spending much of his time near the mouth of the Anduin, and of the coastal cities of Belfalas. On his 68th birthday, Telumehtar received the sword of his father, which was passed down from Minardil, being one of the only relics remaining from the battle where his grand father died. The sword was passed down to Minastan, as Telemnar believed his brother would have more use for it. While fighting his way through a band of hostile Haradrim, the sword found its way into the hands of Menelcar, one of the men fighting along side him. Upon this meeting, they forged a friendship that lasted all the way until the king’s passing. It was in the next year, TA 1798, that Telumehtar’s father passed away, leaving the throne of Gondor to him. Telumehtar took the responsibility willingly, and ruled justly. For the next twelve years, Telumehtar was troubled with the Corsairs, who have been seen pillaging closer to the heart of Gondor each year. With the help of Menelcar, his trustworthy advisor, Telumehtar made the decision to go to war in TA 1810. It was in this time that he gathered his host, and the story begins… -------------------------------------------- FIRST POST FOR THE GAME: Tall ships and tall kings Three times three What brought they from the foundered land Over the flowing sea? Seven stars and seven stones And one white tree Telumehtar thought over the words, while he surveyed his lands. The view was always nice from the seventh tier of Minas Tirith. With the wind blowing his brown hair across his brow, he could see lands his fathers had defended hundreds of years ago. Many times in the passing days had Telumehtar considered his heritage. When times of great trouble came, he would walk to the edge, and contemplate his actions. During this time, none were allowed to walk the level, except for the guards constantly stationed by the tree. It was in this hour that Telumehtar looked long and hard across his land, watching his troops muster at the port of Harlond. In the deepest part of his heart, Telumehtar wished he was a lone sailor of the sea, for Telumehtar was a mariner at heart. It was a quiet day. The citizens of Minas Tirith had been dreading the day for quiet some time after they heard that they would go to war. In homes, families were close and savored the time they had. Each day, Gondorians could see ships on the horizon, heading from far off lands. From Cair Andros to Dol Amroth, men had gathered to answer the call of war. Unlike tales of heroism and courage, the men of Gondor did not treat the Corsairs of Umbar like mindless orcs. Corsairs were a powerful force that required constant vigilance to be held back. Being pirates, they held no loyalty to any save themselves. But the pirates were not what scared the Gondorians, for they gave little heed to mindless brigands. It was the Black Numenorians, those corrupted by Sauron during the second age, that instilled fear in the very heart of Gondor. Just like the dunedain of Arnor, their numbers were rapidly decreasing, yet the remained the strength that their master had taught them long ago. After meditating for quite some time, Telumehtar gave a sigh, and turned from the pinnacle. When he was a boy, his father would sing him songs of the Kings of Men, and their tree that stood on their island. It was from the story of the Akallabêth that Telumehtar learned to revere the sea and its power. But he was not meant to follow his hearts desire, as he was a descendant of the great kings of Gondor, and his fate was bound from his inception. When he turned his eyes to the White Tree, a sense of calm overtook him. Even after over a century of viewing it, the White Tree of Gondor was a sight. The sun’s light glistened on its branches perfectly, emanating beauty in its most radiant form. Telumehtar dared not touch it, a fear that he had held ever since he saw the death of the tree. “This is not a time for sorrow, for death smiles at us all.” Telumehtar said to himself as he walked away from the tree and smiled. “And all we can do about it is smile back”. He turned from the outdoors, and walked to his throne. It was silent in his hall. The arrangements had been laid, precautions set, and edits degreed. The quiet was almost haunting, and it was for this that Telumehtar was glad when he heard whispers from behind him. Two men walked out from behind him, swords drawn. Without even registering the faces of the men, Telumehtar leaped from his throne and unsheathed his sword. In front of him, Telumehtar found none other than the Steward of Gondor, and his son Narmacil. “Relax father. We are not here to usurp your authority.” Giving a slight chuckle, the steward added “Nay. In fact, we are here to make sure you are ready for the usurpers. Your son wanted to make sure you would stay on your toes. “Giving a cross look, Telumehtar slowly put his sword away. “When have I not been on my guard? Are you ready for my departure? As you should know, I am not much for goodbyes.” Narmacil nodded, and started to walk out of the hall. “I’ll have you know-“the steward interjected “That Arciryas sends his father his best wishes. Rest assured that he is safe in Annuminas. And I as well. I shall await your homecoming”. And with that, the steward and the heir left the room, and left Telumehtar to silence. Telumehtar took a final look at his hall, and then marched slowly down the levels of the city. As he walked, groups of women and children parted to a side, creating a clear-cut path. One by one the gates of Minas Tirith opened, until Telumehtar found himself upon the second level. Taking a right at a forked path, Telumehtar walked over to a large building with smoke billowing through its windows. Telumehtar opened the doors, and watched as all the men in the room bowed their heads. “Is it time my lord?” a man in the front said to the king, raising his head. Telumehtar gave a slow nod, and all the men watched as the king walked to the center of the large room. Along the walls, weapons and armor were laid, and golden tapestries of battles were hung from the ceilings. Telumehtar was presented with his armor, which had laid in the building for many years. Slowly but strongly, Telumehtar equipped his gear and left the building. Mindorlonn, Telumehtar’s chestnut horse, was waiting for his master outside the armoury. Fixing the crown upon his head, Telumehtar rode to the gates of Minas Tirith. Standing in front of an open gate, Telumehtar found a large group of mounted men waiting outside the city. Inside, a large cluster of people had gathered in a circle, engulfing Telumehtar within the entrance. Sweat started to pour down his face as Telumehtar started to cloister himself from his people. His horse, knowing him all too well, started to buck, bringing Telumehtar away from his claustrophobia. There, Telumehtar shouted, “People of Gondor! Fear not! The blood of Numenor shall be spilt this day, but it shall run black like their hearts! The corsairs will plague you no longer! For glory and Gondor we ride!” And with Minas Tirith roaring in triumph behind him, Telumehtar grabbed Mindorlonn’s reins, and rode out to Harlond. Quickly Telumehtar came to the port, and found it filled with ships and men. Throughout the port, Telumehtar spied flags from all distant lands of Gondor. Telumehtar started taking a mental note in his head of the lands that had come to his call. “Dol Amroth, Anfalas, Lossarnach, Morthond, Pinnath Gelin. Good, good, good! We are almost ready to make war. Now if only I could find - “You rang? Do not think I would not be here before you left!” came a voice from behind Telumehtar. “Menelcar! Trusty as ever! We will have time for pleasantries later, but I have more important matters to attend to. Where are my men? Where are my captains? My soldiers? My kingdom?” Last edited by piosenniel; 10-04-2005 at 01:20 PM. |
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10-02-2005, 01:46 PM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat.....
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A Character Description
Please use this form for creating your character to post on the discussion thread. 1.) It is a requirement that all potential game players in the Shire will have posted in The Green Dragon Inn or have played to completion an RPG on the Barrow Downs. 2.) Those who have not played before in a Shire RPG will be given preference. Final preference, though, will be at the discretion of the Game Owner. _______________________________________ Character Description Form: 1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES/NO - Which one? 2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? List them, please: 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 _______________________________________ For your character please include: NAME: AGE: RACE: GENDER: 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.): APPEARANCE: 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): HISTORY: __________________________________ First post: This is a requirement for this game. __________________________________ Last edited by piosenniel; 10-03-2005 at 08:23 PM. |
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10-04-2005, 12:31 PM
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Maniacal Mage
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Setting sail for Umbar, with Firefoot at my side!
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Well let's see...
*pulls piece of parchment out of pocket* ... Gondorian Forces – No Female Characters Please First Ship
Second Ship
Corsairs - No Female Characters Please
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note 1: The Lords of Umbar are the sons of Angamaitë and Sangahyando. Angamaitë and Sangahyando are the direct descendants of Castamir, and former rulers of Umbar. Note 2: The Slaves were those who stayed under the ship and manned the many ores of the ship. There’d be around 250 chained slaves per ship. _______________________________ Character types which would not belong: Any female characters, Elves, Hobbits, Dwarves, Orcs, or anything that is not specificed by the character list _______________________________ I'd say that'd be a yes  Please note that Amanaduial the Archer and Dancing Spawn of Ungoliant are now playing with us! They will be the Corsair captian and the slave!
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.' Last edited by piosenniel; 10-04-2005 at 12:43 PM. |
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10-04-2005, 12:46 PM
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Maniacal Mage
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Setting sail for Umbar, with Firefoot at my side!
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Welcome aboard, Aman and Dancing!
Whoops. It seems my Mirth has caught ahead of me >.<
I just read your post, Dancing Spawn and Aman! Yes, Corsair games are the fun (not that I'd know. This is my first)  I will enjoy your presence! Pio- I just sent you a PM with the approved profiles! Please bear with me if my box is full. I have about 4 PM's I'm saving, and the rest just keep flowing in! Quote:
At this point, I really don't care It's up to you. One of the reasons why I picked a game like this is because it's just a little blotch in the Appendicies Quote:
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.' |
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10-02-2005, 01:49 PM
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Maniacal Mage
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Setting sail for Umbar, with Firefoot at my side!
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Welcome, Writers of the Shire!
Welcome, writers of the Shire! I'm ~*~ The Perky Ent ~*~ and I'll be your game manager for this evening! You all should have by now a pretty good idea at what's going on, so this thread is just to collect our thoughts in a more organised way. I have all your posts saved on PM's, which I will soon post, so we can take a look at them! Pio is working hard (I hope) to edit my proposal form, and I think will give it back after she's done with it. Then it goes to Cami, and such. You all know the story, but now we can hammer it out, and discuss it without me getting around 20 PM's a day (Which, unfortunatly, is what I actually get
 )! ~*~ Welcome to Númenórian Blood Runs Black! ~*~ Perky 
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10-02-2005, 01:52 PM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
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OK - get the game hammered out to your satisfaction, players.
I won't open a discussion thread for new players until all the Dedicated Players have their Character Bios and First Posts on board. ~*~ Pio, game moderator
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10-02-2005, 02:00 PM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
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Perky
Please let all your players know this thread is now open for their use. Thanks! ~*~ Pio
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10-02-2005, 02:10 PM
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Maniacal Mage
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Setting sail for Umbar, with Firefoot at my side!
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And so it begins!
Firefoot - Hehe I'm calling your number. There's my post, have fun with yours!
Hiriel - I still need to reread your character sheet, as I remember I found a couple of errors. I'll get back to you later with the corrections. You also need to complete the Character Description form relating to previous RPG's Quote:
Eorl - I already sent you that PM about your appearance. Let me know if you need me to work with you on that. If you can hammer that out, I can focus on your sheet closer. You had an excellent first post though. Everyone, I'm very proud with the sheets you came up with. Very detailed and original! Yes, I'm glad I picked the title too, Firefoot! Remember, you are allowed to post here, and post any feedback you have about the game. Any questions relating to the game, feel free to post them here (unless you wish to discuss them in private). I'll be checking regularly and posting on an above-average basis Your King (or your mortal enemy, depending on who you are), Perky
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.' Last edited by The Perky Ent; 10-02-2005 at 02:11 PM. Reason: Added a requirment for Hiriel! |
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10-03-2005, 08:09 PM
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Maniacal Mage
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Setting sail for Umbar, with Firefoot at my side!
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PLACED ON DISCUSSION THREAD ~*~ PIO
Firefoot's Character Proposal Sheet ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ RPG's I'm currently involved in: Island of Sorrow, Red Flows the Sirannon RPG's I've played in: Bloodstained Elanor, Seekers of Truth, Siege of Gundabad, Sailing Away, Shadow of the West And yes, I've posted in the Green Dragon. __________________ ~*~*~*~ NAME: Menelcar (King’s advisor/record keeper) AGE: 141 RACE: Man of Gondor GENDER: Male WEAPONS: Though rarely necessary in these days as the king’s advisor, Menelcar still regularly bears a sword, mostly out of habit from his days in the army. (In this campaign, of course, he might very well need it.) He is also proficient with a bow and can handle most other weapons with reasonable skill. APPEARANCE: Númenorean blood runs nearly true in him, and it shows. He is tall, about 6’4”; his hair is shoulder-length and black as a raven’s wing; his eyes are grey and clear. He would be quite handsome if it weren’t for a certain hardness and arrogance in his features. He carries himself nobly and not without pride. His clothing is unremarkable except in its fine quality. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Menelcar’s intelligence is above average; this is one trait he has shown even as a very young boy. In addition to being smart, he was also good at just about whatever he put his mind to (those things he wasn’t good at, he sooner or later quit), and he began to think of himself as better than others. This was aided along by his family and heritage: he was born into a wealthy, noble family and is of nearly pure Númenorean descent. As a result, he has never been very social, preferring to keep to himself. There have been very few people he has ever been able to call a friend; the king is one of them. He holds his friends in high esteem, but generally looks down upon all others. Though skilled in weaponry and horseback riding, neither has ever been his favorite. What he really loves are history and reading and writing, and in writing he has found his freedom. The thoughts that he would never confide to another person are regularly recorded in a journal. The job of record keeper and advisor to the king came naturally to him; there is little else that he would ever care to do. HISTORY: Menelcar was born the middle child and second son of a noble family. Even as a child, he was a loner having few or no close friends. He was thought of as a bit odd for spending so much time by himself, especially in contrast to his older brother, who was, if slightly less talented, a great deal more social and well-liked by most everyone, in addition to being the more handsome. Menelcar was originally envious of his brother’s easy way with people, but what attempts he did make to fit in invariably failed to a greater or lesser extent, causing Menelcar to retreat more and more inside himself. He comforted himself by telling himself that he was better than they were anyway, that he didn’t need them, and the former at least was true in many ways. Eventually he came to wholly believe these things. As he got older, he had no care to be married, and as the second son he was under no obligation to do so. Instead, he did the next logical thing for one of a noble house and joined the army. Though he had no particular care for weaponry and fighting, it was at any rate better than the social life that he might otherwise be expected to lead. It was in these years of fighting that Menelcar met Telumehtar, then the prince, when he returned his sword to him. The two quickly came to an understanding which developed into a fast friendship such as Menelcar had never before or since experienced. When Telumehtar became king, Menelcar was the natural choice for a record keeper and advisor, and Menelcar readily gave up the army for the new position. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Firefoot's post It was with great impatience that Menelcar had awaited Telumehtar’s arrival. His impatience was not with the king himself, precisely, but he had been at the harbor since early that morning overseeing the muster and organization of the troops while the king took care of last minute preparations inside the city. He cared for this part of his job the least, for he disliked, nay, despised, dealing with people. This sentiment only compounded with so many people needing instructions at the same time. He had to direct the many captains to the ships that would transport them, as well as answer any questions that they or the ships’ captains might have. The job was necessary but tedious, and Menelcar had long since wearied of it. His mount, a restive bay stallion, seemed to concur. The king’s arrival heartened Menelcar greatly; it meant they would be departing soon, and he would no longer be plagued by the many questions and problems of the soldiers. He nudged the horse forward to meet the king, threading his way through the busy harbor as quickly as he could manage. However, he was interrupted before he could get very far by yet another inquisitive captain; his uniform proclaimed him to be from Dol Amroth. “Yes?” asked Menelcar curtly. “I am Captain Baranor, out of Dol Amroth,” said the man, clearly unsure of how to take his brusque manner. “It seems that we brought a few more men than we had originally estimated; our assigned ships will be loaded full and there are still about twenty more men than the ships’ captains say that the boats will safely hold.” Menelcar barely stifled an irritated sigh and dug out of his pocket the little book in which he was keeping the details of the attack. He scanned the ship assignments and wrote a note of the captain’s situation. “There should be some extra space with the soldiers from Anfalas. If not, check with those from Morthond. Do so quickly; we will be departing soon now that the king has arrived.” “Thank you, milord,” said the captain with a salute. Menelcar paid no heed; he had already begun to ride off, scanning the harbor for Telumehtar, whom he had lost sight of while speaking with the captain. The king would be looking for him by now, no doubt. The soldiers milling about had parted to let the king pass through, and Menelcar took advantage of the more open space, nudging his horse into a dignified canter to catch up. The stallion took the extra rein eagerly after having stood around for so long. “You were looking for me?” asked Menelcar as he drew even with Telumehtar. “Do not think I would not be here before you left!” Telumehtar turned in recognition of the voice: “Menelcar! Trusty as ever! We will have time for pleasantries later, but I have more important matters to attend to. Where are my men? Where are my captains? My soldiers? My kingdom?” “I should hope you know where your kingdom is by now,” commented Menelcar, smiling in spite of himself. “As for the rest of it, many of the soldiers are already aboard their ships. These rest ought to know where they’re heading by now, or their captains do.” Quickly he outlined the organization of the soldiers – where the units from the various regions of Gondor were situated and so on. “We will be traveling in that ship, there-” Menelcar pointed to a fine ship a short way down the harbor. “I have spoken with the captain of the ship; he seemed very eager to make sure all was in line for your arrival,” he added with a hint of contempt. The captain had spoken with him several times that day, to the point of being bothersome. “It should not be much more than an hour before we are ready to set sail; they mostly await your order.” ~*~~*~*~*~~*~* I just approved Folwren's playing of the other captain! (s)he will be joining our crew as soon as he gets everything written up!
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.' Last edited by piosenniel; 10-04-2005 at 07:14 PM. |
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10-02-2005, 01:57 PM
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Illusionary Holbytla
Join Date: Dec 2003
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Perky, I love the title you finally chose.
Beyond that, though, I'm mostly just checking in. Now that I know what your first post looks like I can start on my own; I may have some time tonight, and if not sometime this week... |
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