Last Hope for Moria Discussion Thread

[Amanaduial the archer]

First of all so as not to cut short what I may say afterwards, on Sunday Aylwen Dreamsong PMed me with her profile for the female dwarf:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES – An Audience wit h the King, Castle Maladil, Search for the Lost Messenger, Kidnapped, Search for the Book, Escape from Nurn, Dark Seduction, Betrayal of Trust. I was in A House Divided and In War, but neither were completed due to major player absences.
2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
List them, please:
Brotherhood: A Story of the Last Alliance, Swan Wood, Threat of the Trees (the latter two are being finished up).

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES – The White Horse.
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For your character please include:
NAME: Malí Silverfist

AGE: Fifties or sixties – somewhere in there. J

RACE: Dwarf

GENDER: Female
WEAPONS: Malí almost never carries any weapons with her, for she typically has no need of them (she almost never travels!). However, Malí does have a large axe and one hand axe that once belonged to her uncle, who was killed in the Battle of the Five Armies.
APPEARANCE: Malí is stout and sturdy, built short and tough. Her hair is an auburn sort of color – tangled with random plaits wound up in braids or twists. Malí has dark hazel-brown eyes that peer under thick brows, gleaming with contemplation. When she is working on papers, Malí usually wears a tiny pair of wired spectacles.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Malí is very practical. She is always thinking up schemes and ways to save or increase revenue. Malí does not mind working on projects with other people so long as they do not need to be watched over constantly and can help her work in some way. She likes partaking in anything that involves strategy, intellect, numbers, and figuring. Nothing is symbolic to Malí; with everything just being what it is for Malí cannot think abstractly unless figures and numbers are involved. Malí makes sure every number, addition, and decimal are entirely correct before executing any kind of action, for Malí cannot bear imperfection or problems.

HISTORY: Malí’s father was a faithful accountant in the Iron Hills, and when he heard of the new wealth in the Lonely Mountain he greedily jumped at the chance for new opportunities. Malí’s two brothers became business partners with the people of Dale, while Malí took after her father, helping compile the data and information about the jewels, gems, gold and goods being brought into the Lonely Mountain.

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Malí Silverfist remained cooped up in her workroom, sitting calmly at her desk, which was filled with neat piles of parchment. The dwarf was barely visible above the stacks, but over the tops of the ‘Input’ pile Malí’s frizzy auburn hair could almost be seen. She was frantically scribbling down calculations, adding this to that and placing any finished papers in the ‘Output’ stack with a satisfied glint in her dark hazel eyes. This was how Malí Silverfist spent most of her days – sitting in the cluttered (but neat) room approving or disapproving transactions or admitting revenues into the King’s treasury. It was how Malí preferred to spend her days, for Malí loved the preciseness of a good equation, so unlike the rest of the world.

A knock came at the door, and Malí looked up from her papers for the first time in hours, it seemed. The dwarf stood from her table (but was hardly any taller standing up) and looked at the door, a question in her eyes as the knocking returned. She stalked over and opened the door, revealing one of the messengers in the service of King Dain. Malí sighed, looking at the messenger coldly as she asked him of his business.

“I’ve come with a message for Malí Silverfist, from Balin son of Fundin,” the messenger replied curtly, ignoring Malí’s cold stare and unkind eyes. Malí accepted the folded piece of parchment from the messenger and shooed him away, not bothering a word of gratitude as she let him go off on his business. Then Malí returned to her seat and impatiently opened the message. Her hastiness was due mostly for her hatred for falling behind schedule, or having anything distract her from her figures and calculations and work. But when she opened her message, the contents proved to be quite intriguing.

Dear Malí Silverfist,

I, Balin invite you to partake in an expedition of honor, glory, and riches. I only ask you to visit me with a band of other Dwarves near King Dain's hall. There is some travel involved, and quite a bit of fighting, and...possibly injuries on one level or another...but the reward fully compensates the trials you face. And then some! If you would please visit me at mid-day, I would be much obliged.

Cordially yours, Balin son of Fundin.

Malí stared at the letter, reading it several times before raising a bushy auburn eyebrow in surprise and distaste for the idea. Yet, somewhere in her eyes there was a hint of pride in the headstrong fearlessness of her folk, and pride in herself for being so invited to help in some way. In any other case, Malí had no idea why Balin would be inviting her upon such a journey, when all Malí could do was strategize, enforce practicality and, well…add. But Malí was not one to give up an opportunity to show off her greatness, and thus Malí was not about to let Balin down (even if the other Dwarf was not the reason for Malí’s motivation).

And so, Malí Silverfist pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment and began to scribble down a reply in her strong, angular handwriting. When she was finished, she scrambled (or as close as Dwarves come to doing so) to the door and looked out and down the hall, where the messenger was still trotting slowly to wherever his next destination was.

"Oy, Messenger!" Malí shouted down the hall with a strong, firm tone floating out in her voice. The Dwarf turned around, and seemed exasperated and slightly frustrated that Malí had been the one to call his title out. Despite, the messenger jogged slowly down the hall back toward Malí, and when he reached her, Malí handed him the folded parchment that contained her reply. "Take these directly to Balin son of Fundin; place them in the hands of none but Balin. If I find out you have done otherwise, your family will pay, literally." Malí threatened. The Messenger nodded and went off on the task given him, and Malí grinned in a satisfied manner as she watched him go.

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I thought that Malí would openly be female, and assume that she is taken along for her 'job' and skills in accounting etc. when they reach the new and supposedly prosperous reclaimed Moria.

This may present some problems with there being two female dwarves, but myself and Imladris will discuss this - thankyou very much, both of you [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] Taralphiel, could you check your PMs please.

Next, I must apologise for my absence over the last few days; it wasn't planned and I am fully aware of and regret any inconveniences which may have been caused. It was unavoidable though; I had a complete overload of homework - its not exactly fun having three pieces of coursework plus other homeworks on the go.

Anyway...

Pyroclastic: An excellent profile and first post, thank you very much; certainly living up to his standard as Orc Captain. If you haven't done already, please check you PMs, and once you have responded, welcome to Moria!

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