Mirkwood Endgame Planning/Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Thalionyulma · 08-15-2004, 08:41 PM

Pio,

I edited my last post and completed both Rûdh & Rinurion's bio... and the first post I promised.

How does it look?

Tara,

Perhaps a post on Eriador visiting Taralaphiel's dream? She does have a gift of "sight", right?

Well, I trust your talents!

piosenniel · 08-16-2004, 01:47 AM

It looks good, Thali - now we just need to get the others on board with their characters and posts.

~*~ Pio

GreatWarg · 08-18-2004, 05:49 PM

Here's Khelek's biography and first post. It took a lot longer than previously thought to get it posted.

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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.

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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.

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GW

piosenniel · 08-18-2004, 08:49 PM

Nicely done, GW! I've put your character bio and post on the proposal.

Now we just need Gaya, Eiz, Vitto, and Tara to get theirs on board.

~*~ Pio

Gayahithwen · 08-19-2004, 01:41 PM

NAME: Gayahithwen.

AGE: Approximate 800 years.

RACE: Silvan Elf.

GENDER: Female.

WEAPONS: A knife.

APPEARANCE: She is on the shorter side for an elf, but otherwise quite typical with black, fairly long hair; grey eyes and fair skin. She is most used to wear dresses, but at the start of our game, she is seen wearing leggings and a tunika, due to recent happenings.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: She is calm and thoughtful and easily gets caught in her own daydreams. She is very friendly and her trust in other people is almost ridiculously high. She is a fairly good cook, but a lousy fighter, and would rather run away than stay and fight - not because she's cowardly, but because she knows her limitations.

HISTORY: She grew up in Mirkwood and her history to this point had been quite uninteresting. She worked as a kitchen-elf in Thranduil's castle, and the most exciting that ever happened was her getting in trouble for daydreaming a few times, and all the interesting guests she'd see around the place.

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Does this look alright, Pio?

Also, I just realised I'm not fully sure about where our group is standing - in the original game, we were freed by an elf of Lothlorien - Laryelion. Are we still counting that as having happened, and we are going to get recaptured, or will we just... ignore that and go on as we were before those last few posts? This is kinda... necessary to know to know what to do in my first post... the time line concentrates mainly on Rudhchamion's group, after all.

piosenniel · 08-19-2004, 04:42 PM

Your character bio looks fine, Gaya! I'll put it up on the proposal.

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Thali:

Where do you want Gaya's character to be so she can put together a post for her.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

Taralphiel · 08-23-2004, 04:13 AM

Here are the profiles for Taralphiel and Eriador. I have a joint post for them, so take a look and give me any details you want to tweek with and change, and it'll be done!

Tara

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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…

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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.

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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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Thalionyulma · 08-27-2004, 05:42 PM

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Originally Posted by piosenniel

Your character bio looks fine, Gaya! I'll put it up on the proposal.

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Thali:

Where do you want Gaya's character to be so she can put together a post for her.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

Gaya & Rin's group is still in the northern part of Mirkwood. They've met Deagon. I'll post Rinurion's part in the story by Sunday.

Hmmmm... I neglected to insert the plots for Gaya & Rin's group in the Time Frame, my apologies!... I'll send it by Sunday for your approval!

The elf maiden's life's been uninteresting you say? Hmmm... shall we remedy that?

08-16-2004, 01:47 AM	#2
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	It looks good, Thali - now we just need to get the others on board with their characters and posts. ~*~ Pio __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

08-18-2004, 05:49 PM	#3
GreatWarg Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2002 Location: East of the Misty Mountains Posts: 339	Here's Khelek's biography and first post. It took a lot longer than previously thought to get it posted. ==== 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ==== GW Last edited by piosenniel; 08-18-2004 at 08:14 PM.

08-18-2004, 08:49 PM	#4
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Nicely done, GW! I've put your character bio and post on the proposal. Now we just need Gaya, Eiz, Vitto, and Tara to get theirs on board. ~*~ Pio __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

08-19-2004, 01:41 PM	#5
Gayahithwen Wight Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: The chat-room. Posts: 241	NAME: Gayahithwen. AGE: Approximate 800 years. RACE: Silvan Elf. GENDER: Female. WEAPONS: A knife. APPEARANCE: She is on the shorter side for an elf, but otherwise quite typical with black, fairly long hair; grey eyes and fair skin. She is most used to wear dresses, but at the start of our game, she is seen wearing leggings and a tunika, due to recent happenings. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: She is calm and thoughtful and easily gets caught in her own daydreams. She is very friendly and her trust in other people is almost ridiculously high. She is a fairly good cook, but a lousy fighter, and would rather run away than stay and fight - not because she's cowardly, but because she knows her limitations. HISTORY: She grew up in Mirkwood and her history to this point had been quite uninteresting. She worked as a kitchen-elf in Thranduil's castle, and the most exciting that ever happened was her getting in trouble for daydreaming a few times, and all the interesting guests she'd see around the place. --- Does this look alright, Pio? Also, I just realised I'm not fully sure about where our group is standing - in the original game, we were freed by an elf of Lothlorien - Laryelion. Are we still counting that as having happened, and we are going to get recaptured, or will we just... ignore that and go on as we were before those last few posts? This is kinda... necessary to know to know what to do in my first post... the time line concentrates mainly on Rudhchamion's group, after all. __________________ Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if he gets angry, he'll be a mile away - and barefoot.

08-19-2004, 04:42 PM	#6
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Your character bio looks fine, Gaya! I'll put it up on the proposal. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thali: Where do you want Gaya's character to be so she can put together a post for her. Thanks! ~*~ Pio __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

08-15-2004, 08:41 PM	#1
Thalionyulma Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: across the sea Posts: 295	Pio, I edited my last post and completed both Rûdh & Rinurion's bio... and the first post I promised. How does it look? Tara, Perhaps a post on Eriador visiting Taralaphiel's dream? She does have a gift of "sight", right? Well, I trust your talents!

08-23-2004, 04:13 AM	#7
Taralphiel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Swan Wood Posts: 649	Here are the profiles for Taralphiel and Eriador. I have a joint post for them, so take a look and give me any details you want to tweek with and change, and it'll be done! Tara ~~ 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… ~~~~~~~~ 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…” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Last edited by piosenniel; 08-23-2004 at 11:12 AM.