Hunt for the Palantíri Discussion Thread

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DEDICATED CHARACTER


5.) Taralphiel – Lossoth(Snowman) male – anti-Corsair

NAME: Freyn

AGE: 52

RACE: Human, Lossoth

GENDER: Male


WEAPONS: Freyn does not carry weapons for war, as it is not his skill or desire. He carries two small daggers, one around his waist on his belt, the other in his boot. Also on his belt is a curved blade, similar to a scimitar, but the most it is used for is cutting and gutting fish and other meat.

APPEARANCE: Freyn still manages to keep a ruddy build, though his face has its fair share of lines. He is clothed thickly in furs, but not so much that it hinders his movement. His boots are fur lined but are dyed dark leather.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Freyn is an even-minded and kind spirit, which sometimes takes others aback, given his strong appearance. He is often called to positions of leadership due to his reasoning skills, but seldom takes up the position unless he has to. He would rather let other people show their mettle than have them rely on an aged person such as himself. He is also a very peace-loving man, and has rarely raised a weapon against another person.

HISTORY: Freyn has lived all his life in the Ice Bay of Forochel. His family has seldom left this place, so his skills and knowledge of his home would be valuable to someone unfamiliar to the region.

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Taralphiel’s post

“Hmmm…today should prove to be interesting…”

Freyn rolled his shoulder slowly, before stretching his arms out wide and letting out a bellow of a yawn before the front of his home. His wife was in the nearest room, mixing some warm soup for breakfast.

“What makes you say that, love?” She smiled up at him, slowly turning her spoon.

“I have that feeling, it hardly ever steers me wrong. We are in for a change, love. Perhaps a very good one. I cannot tell just yet…”

She looked back at her pot “Everyone here would agree we need a good change. The only things to blow in here have been those Corsair ships. Those I do not like…”

Freyn sighed. “Aye, I do not know what they are up to, I’ve not been so fortunate to find out. I do know they bring a bad air and a misfortune that works against what we already have…”

Freyn walked down through the light new snow, peering out over the Bay. Few ships or even small boats were there, the ice was already packed thick around the Bay and could crush them through the night. This morning was particularly rough, and the clouds frowned angrily over the white coastline, turning them a grey hue. Freyn had felt a storm come in during the night, so this was no surprise to him. Through the winds and soupy mist, Freyn laboured to see anything with his ageing eyes. But he let out a grumble when he turned away from the ocean.

“I must be dreaming... I think there may be a ship out there. By the look of it, it is definitely no Corsair vessel. How strange…”

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DEDICATED CHARACTER


6.) Orofaniel – Lossoth(Snowman) male – anti-Corsair

Name: Galhardir (GalHaaardir)

Age: In his middle thirties

Race: Lossoth

Gender: Male

Appearance: Galhardir looks younger than he is; his hair is slightly blonde, and his curls reaches his broad shoulders. His eyes are big and round. They are however, hidden underneath two masculine and wavy eyebrows. This brings a slight shadow to his face although his merry laugh can overcome it.

Galhardir is of normal height, and his propositions are rather rare; long legs while his upper part of his body is rather short. His neck is hidden by his hair, so one really doesn’t notice that it is rather long. His hands are small, but work very well- much better than expected.

Weapons: Galhardir doesn't use any weapon regularly. He uses though, his knives quite often to cut things out from the ice along the shores. But that's basically it. Galhardir had never been a fighter and he doubt he'll ever be, even though his desire to stop Corsairs and their interference with traditional ways is rather high.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: Galhardir is a very tolerant man. He doesn’t judge people for their actions, rather their personality. Galhardir is a man of justice. He doesn’t like seeing people treated unfairly. He tried to live up to his own expectations, although some times it may go very wrong. He often find himself disappointed of himself. Especially when he has failed to do something he thought he was capable of doing.

Galhardir tries not to act too hurriedly without thinking things trough especially not when it comes to serious matters. Some times, however feelings get too much involved and he has difficulties controlling his temper. He is not easily angry, although he is very sensitive toward certain matters.

He has very charismatic and quite charming. He works well with others, especially the people he know well. His social skills are amazing to watch; when he sees people on the "outside" he does everything he can to bring them into the warmth. (He probably has this from his father). His kindness is well known among his own people. They respect him because of his hospitality and concern for others. However, even Galhardir isn’t happy about the Corsairs wandering about the bay. He is absolutely one of those who cannot stand the Corsairs interfering with their society. Especially when they treat the Lossoth like slaves and make them work for them. He’d very much like not to see another corsair ever again.

Galhardir love for his nephew is not a secret. He doesn’t deny that he loves to wander around on the ice with his nephew either. Therefore he does this as often as he can. Rodhal, which is his name, is following him everywhere he goes. Well, at least when his father allows it.

History: Galhardir has never know much about the outside world, part of it because he's spent all his life wandering about the shores of the ice bay. When he was a young boy however, he remembers that the old ones used to talk about the intruders that came over sea and sought their help. It had never been to Galhardir liking though. Even though tales were told, some of them seemed quite exiting and daring; he's never been tempted to leave his home. He feels the very same about the situation today.

Galhardir was raised by his father and his older brother, Gonlahr , since his mother died in Galhardir early years.

As a child, Galhardir and Gonlahr used to run about the ice bay, feeling the cold snow about their feet. They also made their own shelters made by snow where they sometimes slept. Their father praised their independency and often joined them in the shelters they had made by their own. Usually though, the shelters were not made for harsh weather and would only last for a day or two, depending on the season, although the Ice bay remained icy. However, the wind and its strength were different from time to time.

When Galhardir reached the age of 19, Gonlahr was then in his early twenties, their father passed away. The two remaining young men, (yes for indeed, the boys that we once knew had been replaced with stealth bodies of two young fine men) had now lost both their parents and they sought their own future by themselves. They moved further up the shores of the Ice Bay where they got time to grieve over their loss. It was indeed a great loss for them.

Slowly, however, they managed to get over the loss of their father and moved slightly down the shores again. Here they settled and they started building new, bigger and much stronger shelters than before -something they had done since they first started walking.

Galhardir older brother, Gonlahr, also soon found his future wife. The three of them were very good friends in the beginning, although Gunnhild, which was her name, married Gonlahr three years later. This to Gonlahr’s amazement, didn't Galhardir approve of; part of it because Galhardir had feelings for Gunnhild and to see his own brother with the women he loved, devastated him. Gonlahr knew only after their marriage was a fact that his own brother Galhardir had feelings for her.

In rapidly this had gone beyond all borders, and Galhardir couldn’t help feeling alone and after that he dwelled alone, although seeing his brother occasionally.

Two years after their marriage, Gunnhild and Gonlahr got their first child; a healthy young boy that Galhardir soon cared much for. The boy was named after Gunnhild's father; Rodhal.

After Rodhal's birth the two brothers were, as you could call it; reunited. They forgot about the past, and Galhardir admitted that Gunnhild should be with Gonlahr, rather than himself- he admitted that his feelings had taken over his common sense and that he had done a terrible mistake. Gonlahr accepted this apology, but at the same time he too apologised for letting him down. From that moment they forgot about the past and decided to yet again live in brotherhood as they once had.

When Rodhal was old enough, his uncle Galhardir and his father, wandered they bay as often as the opportunity would allow it. Rodhal soon showed that he was quite fond of his uncle, and followed him around as often as he could, also when his own father wasn't at present.

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7.) Orofaniel’s carry along character – Lossoth child

Name: Rodhal – son Gonlahr, of Nephew of Galhardir

Age: 9

Race: Lossoth

Gender: Male

Appearance: Rodahl is very much like his mother of appearance; strong face expressions, very visible cheek bones, green eyes and freckles surrounding his small nose. His skinny legs carry him wherever he wants to go; recently just a few paces after his own uncle – who he is very fond of.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: Rodhal is a very kind young man. He obeys his parents, and he doesn’t make much trouble. He loves to walk along the shores, preferably the places where the snow is thick and the ice is bright.

History: (Of such a young age not much History is to be told. But you’ll find the small amount there is in Galhardir’s History, above).

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Orofaniel’s post:

“Come Rodhal!” Galhardir cried as he waved his small hand towards the young lad. “We must hurry!” he continued. Rodahl ran as fast as he could with his thin legs towards his uncle.

“I’m comin’ uncle,” the boy muttered as he reached him, breathing heavily. Galhardir patted him on the shoulder. “Rodahl, you’ll get me next time…I know you will,” he said and smiled.

Ever since Rodahl could walk, the two of them had been running races. Rodhal, poor lad, had never been able to beat his uncle, since he had a far stronger body with longer legs. Everytime however, his uncle told him that he would beat him next time. “You’re too fast for me, uncle,” Rodhal said looking at him, still trying to ctah his breath. “Well, I’ve got lot of practice. You just wait, until you get a bit older. Your old uncle won’t stand a chance,” Galhardir said, smiling at his nephew. “Really?” Rodhal asked him as his eyes lightened up a bit. “Definitely,” Galhardir stated.

“You should go eat your dinner now, you’re parents are calling for you,” Galhardir said as he heard his very own brother calling for Rodahl.

“Alright then,” Rodhal said, seeming a bit disappointed. “Oh, lighten up, Rodhal. You can follow me to the harbour tomorrow. Right now, you should eat your dinner…Besides, I won't go down to it..just do some scouting on the top of the small hill. You won't miss anything, I assure you,” Galhardir said, patting the boy on the shoulder, as they both walked towards the ice hole.

“Rodhal, my dear boy, what have you and your uncle been up to today?” Gonlahr asked his son as they approached him. He greeted his brother while he smiled. “Oh, we’ve been running…” Rodhal started, with a huge smile around his face. “Those races again, I assume?” Gonlahr interrupted looking at Rodhal. “Indeed,” Galhardir confirmed. “I just told him that he ought to eat his dinner so he’ll run faster,” he then continued. “Well, your uncle is right!” Gonlahr said patting his by, leading him inside the hole. Gunnhild appeared in front of them, telling them that the food was ready.

As Galhardir turned and was about to leave, his brother asked him if he wouldn’t stay and eat with them. “Oh no, thank you brother,” he started. “I’m not hungry, although I thank you. I’m heading down to the harbour right now,” Galhardir said and went out. A rush wind hit him in the face. The wind was cold and he shuddered.

“Do you really think it’s good to go down there now?” Gonlahr asked him sounding a bit concerned for his brother. “There seems to be a storm coming up…if not here, certainly further down the bay. Maybe it’ll just hit the ocean, I’m not sure,” Gonlahr said, looking out at the sky. There were dark clouds coving the most of it, and the wind was only increasing its strength.

“I’ll take my chances,” Galhardir said, amused by his brother’s concern. “It wouldn’t surprise me, brother. The weather has never been an obstacle for you, has it now?” Gonlahr replied while laughing. “Hurry up then,” Gonlhar said and waved his brother off. But before Galhardir could make another step, Rodhal appeared. “Can’t I go with him, father?” he asked innocently. “No, the weather doesn’t look too good. You should stay at home,” Gonlahr said. He almost regretted that as he saw the boy’s face expression. “Please father…I’ve eaten my dinner,” he continued, almost sounding desperate. “Have you asked your mother?” Gonlahr then asked Rodhal. The boy nodded. “Let him come…” Galhardir then interrupted. “I promise to bring him back before night strikes,” he continued.

Silence.

“Alright then,” Gonlahr said unwillingly. Rodhal’s face lit up once again as he dressed himself in more proper clothes. “Thank you father,” he said as Gonlahr embraced his son showing both of them off. Galhardir then started to run, expecting to see his nephew in his heels almost instantly.

The harbour wasn’t far of, and they reached it, not quite out of breath yet. One could definitely see that the weather was getting worse as the cold wind hit them in their faces. Up the short hill and they could see the harbour. They stood behind a rock, so it would protect them from the roughest wind. They had a nice view over the ocean and some parts of the harbour though.

“It’s lightening!” Rodhal cried at his uncle as he spotted a short glint of light across the sea. Indeed, it had been lightening Galhardir thought, as another glint of light struck down. As they scouted to the sea, Rodhal noticed something getting closer to the harbour. It had been hard to spot before, but now it seemed quite clear. It was a ship!

“Uncle! It’s a ship! Down ‘ere!”

“What?” Galhardir muttered, looking in Rodhal’s direction. “Down ‘ere!” he continued, pointing just beneath the rock. Galhardir took some steps forward, leaning over the rock. To his big surprise there was a ship trying to make it in. The wind and the big waves were making it difficult for them. “What ship is out in weather like this?” Galhardir questioned himself.

As he leaned even more over the rock, he spotted the Corsair’s ship on the other side. Therefore, these new ones couldn’t be Corsairs, could they? He held on to that thought as he found it quite pleasing. As long as it wasn’t Corsairs….because he simply couldn’t stand another amount of corsairs interfering with their lives. “Who do you reckon' it is, uncle?” Rodhal asked, interrupting Galhardir’s thinking. “I’m not sure, boy,” he replied, still watching the ship. He could see that they had great difficulties controlling it. How would they make it into the harbour, he wondered.

“It’s not…corsairs, is it?” Rodhal then asked. His voice was thin and frightened. “Hopefully not,” Galhardir replied, feeling great anger. If it really was another ship with Corsairs he didn’t know what to think, nor do. But he wouldn’t stand still, not doing anything - that he knew for sure. He wouldn’t let them treat the Lossoth as they had treated them so far. It wasn’t acceptable, and it had to be stopped. “Oh wait…” Galhardir exclaimed. “These people are elves!” he continued. “How do you know that uncle?” Rodhal asked him with great curiosity. A slight of relief struck both of them. “The ship. I think I know when I see an Elven ship,” Galhardir muttered. “It has to be,” he then continued, overwhelmingly satisfied.

“We need to tell this to your father!” Galhardir exclaimed, fetching the boy by his arm. “Come,” Galhardir then said, starting to walk hurriedly down the short hill. As they reached the bottom, they ran as fast as their legs could possibly carry them; Rodhal was even a few paces in front of his Uncle.

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DEDICATED CHARACTER


8.) Rinfanawen – Corsair Female

Name: Diera

Age: 34

Race: Corsair (Man)

Gender: Female

Appearance: Diera has shoulder-length, medium-brown hair that is usually wet or stringy because of being out at sea so often. She is shorter and thin, standing at around only 5'4. She wears tan-colored pants with a dark, blue shirt that has long, baggy sleeves stretching to her wrists. Her feet are adorned with dark brown, leather boots reaching to her knees. She also wears a leather belt of the same color. She sometimes is seen wearing a wide-brimmed, brown hat that shades her intimidating brown eyes. She has a muscular build for a thin woman and is occasionally mistaken for a male, no matter how fair of face she may be.

Weapons: Diera carries no other weapons than a long sword with a golden hilt and a small knife that she carries inside of her right boot. She originally had two knives, but one she gave to a young girl that she met once while on land. Nevertheless, she is greatly skilled in her remaining weapons.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: Diera is strong, motivated by a good leader, for she fails to be one herself sometimes. This quality she hides well though due to the excessive greatness in her leader, Marreth. Diera has a strong will to succeed, and will not cease in her task until she has. She is remotely quiet around most of the crew, except those whom she has known for quite a while. She knows the seas well. Her journeys under Marreth have taken her far, and she learns whatever she can of those places which she has not traveled by looking at maps.

She hates cold weather greatly and cannot stand to be on land for a long period of time. She hates large storms, but she has never told anyone why. Though occasionally she may find herself in an unpleasant situation, she rarely ever complains. Diera pities no one; She sees no need to waste valuable time on such things. Her opinion is, "Everything happens for a reason, and everyone is in the place they are for a reason, so I feel I have no reason to feel sorry for someone who is in a situation they are meant to be in."

She may be cruel at times, but it is in her best wishes, though her wishes are sometimes for herself or her own people, and as cruel or serious as she may be, she also knows how to have a sense of humor.

She loves cooking and found a great skill in the art when she was a child. She does not find much time for it now though for she has other duties to tend to.

History: Diera was born a citizen of Gondor, but her parents died when she was a young child due to a sudden accident on land, an event which she will never speak of to anyone. She has hated the land ever since. She grew up on the sea with her uncle who captained a small, private, fishing vessel. She immediately began to love her life on the sea, and never wanted to leave it.

When Diera was 15 years old, she was captured during a sea battle between her uncle's ship and a group of pillaging corsairs. The corsairs found that she could cook, and thus made her a servant aiding the ship's chef in the kitchen. While in the kitchen she got to know another captive from her uncle's ship that she had not known well before. His name was Doyal. Doyal was made a servant on the ship, and often worked cleaning in the kitchen. Diera began a strong friendship with Doyal, and they both slowly began to rise in rank as the Corsairs gained their trust.

On this Corsair ship she met her present Captain Marreth and her CO-officer, XCorsair #2X. She found a lasting companionship with them both and has been on every vessel they were on ever since.

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9.) Rinfanawen’s Carry-along character: Doyal

Name: Doyal

Age: 36

Race: Man (Corsair)

Gender: Male

Information: He does not fight much, for he is merely a sailor on the Corsair ship. He does, however, carry a long knife on his belt that he mainly uses for needs on the ship. He used to be a servant on a past ship, being captured in a battle on the sea, but he found favor in the Corsairs and rose in rank. Now he is a corsair in charge of the crew on the starboard side deck. He long ago befriended Diera, an officer on the ship, and has worked under her command ever since.

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Diera's post

Diera stood in the tight hall below deck trying to concentrate on the ship and what needs needed to be met. She was cold. Long had her journey to this forgotten land in the North kept her in freezing temperatures, but she tries not to think of it very often. The ship continued to toss violently on the waves. She felt her nerves rise inside of her as she thought of the rolling waves and pouring rain outside.

As much as she tried to force her mind away from the pressing storm, the only though she could think to was the thought of the Lossoth. Strange creatures they were to her. Those who actually found comfort in such places as this land were certainly not those of her liking, but Marreth found success in them, so she had to continue to trust in the odd Snowmen of the North. Snowmen they were, indeed. Diera knew that they were sent to this land for a purpose, and perhaps that purpose was to help them recover the lost Palantiri. She only hoped.

Diera began to think strongly on the matter of the Palantiri. We've been searching for so long, she thought. Those hopeless natives have helped us little...but not anymore. As soon as this storm ends, I will take my request to Marreth to get more Lossoth to join in our search. They must help. They are the only ones who have adapted to this wretched land well enough to stay under the water long enough. Our people have suffered too much. Far too long...

Suddenly her thoughts were broken by footsteps coming down the hall. She jumped slightly, solely for the reason that she was torn so quickly from thinking, as her friend and fellow shipmate, Doyal, turned the corner. He seemed troubled as well. Water dripped from his clothing as he walked.

"It feels as if it's going to blow us over up there," Doyal sighed as he approached Diera. "The storm has picked up a bit."

Diera stared at him in shock. She spoke in great sarcasm, "Even more? Great, and I was just beginning to get my mind off of the tidal waves outside."

"What's your problem? I thought you loved the sea...more than anything, you say," said Doyal.

"There is no problem," replied Diera seriously. "I think we should get back on deck anyway now that the storm has worsened."

Diera and her shipmate began to walk towards the entrance to the deck, but they were stopped quickly by an order from Marreth...to follow him on deck. Diera said nothing of the order and did as her captain commanded. She barely made it out of the door before Marreth was at the rail and staring at what appeared to be an Elven ship on the rushing waves.

"Look there," Marreth said as he turned to Doyal and Diera. "We have company, and I fear they are up to no good."

Diera stared at the distant vessel in anger as she thought of the risk the Palantiri were in of falling into evil hands. The Elves were not going to find them...no matter what it took.

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CHARACTERS NEEDED

The “good guys”….

Male Elves: 2

None should be of noble blood or from the High Noldor. They should be ordinary Elves who have made their way to the Grey Havens and are awaiting a ship to make their passage to the West.

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Snowmen of Forochel working for the Elves (Male): POSITIONS FILLED - (Orofaniel; Taralphiel)

Will be Snowmen who dislike the Corsairs and their interference with traditional ways. At the beginning of the RPG will be appointed to help the Elven search party to try and locate the missing palantiri.

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The “Bad Guys”…

Corsairs: 1 male (a trusted officer who has known the Captain a long time)

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Snowman of Forochel (Male) – 2

Will already be helping the Corsairs to locate the lost palantiri and to combat the threat of the Elves. Make sure to equip yourself with a trained seal. (On this, see Marreth’s first post of the game.)

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PLEASE NOTE:

If you want to be a Snowman, make sure to note you are applying to be with the Corsairs in the search.

It is assumed that the ships’ crews and the two search parties actually have many more Elves, Corsairs, and Snowmen. However, our story will focus most closely on the few characters played by the posters.

If you’d like, however, you may have a secondary “carry-along” character whom you can use or refer to in your posts: a friend or perhaps someone who works for you . Such characters may be male or female, as long as they are believable. A brief profile will be needed. If you are with the “bad guys”, your secondary character must also be a “bad guy”; you may choose a Corsair or a Snowman. If you are with the “good guys”, your secondary character will be good; pick an Elf or a Snowman.

If you want a secondary character, make sure to include this information when you paste up your initial profile and post.

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Character types which would not belong: Any character type not named above.

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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.
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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
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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:

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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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FIRST POST SUGGESTIONS

Elves - Describe your efforts to battle the storm, tack down the sails and keep the ship upright and sailing, which you barely manage to do. As you sail into the Bay itself, you may catch a brief glimpse of a Corsair ship off in a side cove.

Corsairs - Describe your shock and astonishment at seeing a battered Elven ship limp into the Bay. You’re not sure where this vessel has come from or why it is here, but you fear the worst.

Lossoth – Come to the Bay and see the Elven ship as it puts in at the harbor. Describe your feelings and expectations regarding the Corsairs and the Elves. Let us know if you’re already working for the Corsairs or will soon be joining the Elves.

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Again, here are the Characters Needed:

Character List

I - CORSAIRS:

Mareth – Regin Hardhammer - male
Diera – Rinfanawen – female
Doval – Rinfanawen – male carry along character

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Corsairs still needed:

• 1 male (a trusted officer who has known the Captain a long time)

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First Posts for Corsairs - Describe your shock and astonishment at seeing a battered Elven ship limp into the Bay. You’re not sure where this vessel has come from or why it is here, but you fear the worst.

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II - ELVES:

Luindal – Child of the 7th Age – male, Silvan Elf

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Elves still needed: (Should not be of noble blood or from the High Noldor. Should be an ordinary Elf who has made his way to the Grey Havens and is awaiting a ship to make his passage to the West.)

• 2 male

About Elves in Shire RPG's:

Please use this description from Tolkien when crafting an Elf:

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 describing your Elven character’s appearance.


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First Posts for Elf - Describe your efforts to battle the storm, tack down the sails and keep the ship upright and sailing, which you barely manage to do. As you said into the Bay itself, you may catch a brief glimpse of a Corsair ship off in a side cove.

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III - LOSSOTH (SNOWMEN)

Hilde Halvardsdatter – Regin Hardhammer – female
Galhardir – Orofaniel – anti-Corsair (working with Elves) - male
Rodhal - Orofaniel – male 9 y/o carry-along character; Glahardir’s nephew
Freyn – Taralphiel – anti-Corsair (working with the Elves) - male

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Lossoth (Snowmen) still needed:

• Pro-Corsair (Will be Snowmen who are working with the Corsairs to find the palantiri in hopes of gaining wealth, influence, and power within their clans)
  
  
  • 2 males

• Anti-Corsair (Working with Elves. Will be Snowmen who dislike the Corsairs and their interference with traditional ways. At the beginning of the RPG will be appointed to help the Elven search party to try and locate the missing palantiri.)
  
  
  • NONE NEEDED - positions filled (Orofaniel; Taralphiel)

PLEASE NOTE:

If you want to be a Snowman, make sure to note you are applying to be with the Corsairs in the search.

It is assumed that the ships’ crews and the two search parties actually have many more Elves, Corsairs, and Snowmen. However, our story will focus most closely on the few characters played by the posters.

If you’d like, however, you may have a secondary “carry-along” character that you can use or refer to in your posts: a friend or perhaps someone who works for you. Such characters may be male or female, as long as they are believable. A brief profile will be needed. If you are with the “bad guys”, your secondary character must also be a “bad guy”; you may choose a Corsair or a Snowman. If you are with the “good guys”, your secondary character will be good; pick an Elf or a Snowman.

If you want a secondary character, make sure to include this information when you paste up your initial profile and post.

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First Posts for Lossoth – Come to the Bay and see the Elven ship as it puts in at the harbor. Describe your feelings and expectations regarding the Corsairs and the Elves. Let us know if you’re already working for the Corsairs or will soon be joining the Elves.

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