Bloodstained Elanor Planning/Discussion Thread

[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

[Amanaduial the archer]

Just checking in to confirm my prescence and get notifications working from this topic. By the way, the profiles so far look excellent - a fine hand of players and subsequent characters, in respect, of course, to whatever Durelin decides

‘Too many filthy men.’ snarled Thrákmazh through the dank catacombs of his sharpened mind, breathing raggedly and harshly like a furious predator after his prey has eluded him. ‘When this is over, and we have the blood of the elves on our blades and our bolts they can fall too. The Great Eye has no need of traitorous mortals in his service. Slaying them would be a service to Lugburz.'

Oh excellent *cracks fingers* Thrakmazh, meet Koran...*evil*

[Durelin]

Thank you, Kransha, Firefoot, The Perky Ent, and Hama of the Riddermark. I will be looking over your bios and will get back to you as soon as possible concerning them. I am glad to see so much interest!

From what I have read so far, we are looking pretty good.

And a big thank you to Pio for all your work in opeing up this game, and for all the work you will do until its end. It is much appreciated.

Fordim - I should have asked you ahead of time, but the thought did not come to mind, as it should have. I told The Perky Ent that he could use your carry-along characters and perhaps even your main character in his post, in reply to a question he asked of me. It seems this is alright with you, as long as those proper corrections are made, but please forgive me for not asking first.

-Durelin

[The Perky Ent]

Problems fixed...hopefully. Hope I didn't cause a big problem!


-Perky