Wilderness, Weathertop, and Wild Things Discussion Thread

[Meneltarmacil]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs?
Yes (Resettling the Lost Kingdom, The Hills of Evendim)

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
None.

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn
Yes
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For your character please include:

NAME: Thoronmir

AGE: 71

RACE: Human (Northern Dunedain)

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Longsword, long knife, shortbow and quiver with 20 arrows, boiled leather breastplate and vambraces

APPEARANCE: About 6'2" tall, has dark hair with a hint of red that is beginning to show signs of gray, wears a dark green cloak, has a scruffy look, rides a tall brown horse.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He is quite good at fighting, although he usually prefers a peaceful solution to a conflict. However, if he has no choice but combat, he usually winds up winning. He cares deeply for those under his protection and does not want to see any harm come to them. His best weapon is the sword.

HISTORY: He grew up in the Hills of Evendim along with his friends. He participated in the Battle of the Pelennor Fields and the Battle of the Morannon in T.A. 3019, when almost all of his friends were slain. After returning to Evendim, he helped to stop two incursions of evil men into the region, taking the leadership of the Dunedain of Evendim in F.A, 12. He has since helped in the rebuilding of the Kingdom of Arnor and the restoration of Annuminas.
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Meneltarmacil’s post

Thoronmir mounted his horse and resumed the journey toward Bree. It had been about a week since he and his companion had left Evendim to meet the emissaries from King Elessar, and he hoped that they would be able to help with the problems he had been experiencing. Things hadn’t been going well at all for the last few months. Reports came in to Annuminas day after day about mysterious disappearances of livestock from farms near the Weather Hills and the surrounding regions, and lately people were reportedly disappearing as well. Thoronmir had sent out a few rangers to scout out the area, but none of them had come back after weeks of waiting. Thoronmir was glad indeed to hear that his message to Gondor had been received and that people were on their way to help. Due to the important nature of the problem and the need for it to be discussed and find a working solution as quickly as possible, Thoronmir felt it necessary that he should go to Bree himself instead of sending an emissary and that he and his companion should make the journey on horseback instead of walking, as time was more important than secrecy here. He had seen enough death at the Pelennor Fields; he did not want any more coming here.

Thoronmir and his companion rode eastward until they had reached the southwestern part of the North Downs. From there they would continue to ride east until they met the Greenway and then turn southward toward Bree. They passed through a gap in the hills, a narrow passage that was wide enough for two, maybe three horses to walk side by side. Thoronmir’s horse stopped suddenly in the middle of the passage, tossed back his head, and snorted.

“What is it?” Thoronmir asked. “Is something wrong?” Suddenly, he too heard the sound. He listened intently. There were footsteps of five, maybe six individuals somewhere up ahead and a little higher up.

“Thoronmir?” his companion asked.

“We’re not alone…” the older ranger said.

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[Envinyatar]

Welcome, Meneltarmacil and all others looking at this proposal!

Both Nuranar and I will be looking at your submission and will get back to you shortly.

Looking forward to playing this game!

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[Dragon Elf odin Ragnorock]

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs?
Yes- The Resistance

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
None.

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn
Yes

For your character please include:

Name: Menecar

Age: 49

RACE: Human (Northern Dunedain)

Gender: Male

Weapons: Longbow, 40 arrows, 2 long knives, 10 throwing knives, a leather breastplate and a shoulder armguard

Appearance: A tall man about 6’3”, long dark hair down to his chin, brown eyes, and he wears a green cloak and rides his horse Agamenon.

Personality/ Strengths/ Weaknesses: He is one of the nicest people you would ever meet and a best friend to most of his allies, but if you are his enemy then just to put it simply you’re a “Dead Man Walking”. His strengths are that he is a very adaptable warrior and a great marksman. The only thin that is better than him at marksmanship is an elf. His only weakness is that he is not a good close range fighter.

History: Menecar grew up in the hills of Evendim along with his friends and family. He was about 20 when the war of the ring started. He thought that he was a little to under skilled to fight in the battle of Pelennor fields so he stayed back as a hunter where he sharpened his marksmanship. Very soon he was one of the best hunter his village had, and that is when he had decided to become a ranger. He was an apprentice to Thoronmir for about ten years. When the teacher decided that he was good enough to be out on his own, but he never left his teacher. They became hunting buddies and best friends. Until Thoronmir had to go to rebuild the kingdom of Arnor. Then they when their separate ways, and Menecar has led a full and peaceful life hunting and providing for his village.

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Dragon Elf odin Ragnorock's post

After a semi peaceful night Menecar woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a great day for traveling with his companion. It was a peaceful day has begun with the sun shining through the trees. They had a half a days travel by Horse to Bree left to go.

“Do you think that there will be people waiting for us to arrive at the Prancing Pony?” asked Menecar’s companion.

“I think there would be I don’t think that King Elessar would let two Rangers do this alone,” said Menecar.

Suddenly Menecar heard the sound of leaves moving in the woods. He stoped to listen, and to see if he heard the sound again. Sure enough there it was again, but it sounded louder as if the thing or things were getting closer. He looks over at his companion to see if he heared the same sound. But he dose not look like he has. Menecar rode over to him and says:

“Do you not hear the sound of leaves?”

“the sound is drawing closer.” said Menecar


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[Saurreg]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES- Which one?

Roll Out the Barrows

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?

None

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
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For your character please include:

NAME: Andas Loudewater (The “concerned” farmer from Bree)

AGE: 42

RACE: Lesser Men

GENDER: Male

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.):

Double-edged dagger that measures thirteen inches long from top of the pommel to the blade tip. The blade is nine inches long and made of low quality steel, constant oiling and sharpening keeps it in good condition. The hilt is four inches long and made of brass. Dirt-stained linen strips are wounded around the grip of the hilt. A badly discolored leather sheath houses the blade.

APPEARANCE:

5’9” (around 176m) tall and about 155 pounds (around 70 kg) in weight. Has the physique and stamina of a middle-aged man who engages in routine farming activities. Light frame with a lightly hunched back. Spots a messy crop of dark brown hair and long graying sideburns, hair worn above shoulder length. Unhealthy pale complexion that betrays traces of blemishes and discolorations easily. Thin elongated poke-marked face with noticeably high cheekbones, beaky nose with pronounced ridge and pair of dull brown eyes. Thin lips and sharp angular jaw-line. Has receding hairline, signs of premature balding. (reads like a “have you seen him?” notice, no?)

Wearing a loose-fitting oak brown cotton tunic, baggy trousers of the same color and a maroon-brown cope with long sleeves.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES (Before Mid-life crisis): (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):

Boring, likes no disruptions or unusual happenings to intrude onto his routine life. Timid, cares little for adventures or any out-of-the-blue experiences. Likes no surprises. Prefers normal non-hazardous activities, thank you. Boring, yes, just boring.

Nifty with his hands and just enough street smarts to go around. Not overtly xenophobic over out-of-towners but rather, suspiciously observant. Can be pretty sarcastic and rude when displeasured…

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES (After Mid-life crisis): The new Andas Loudewater is quite different from the old. with the onset of MLC, his temperament is more mercurial and he is subjected to extreme variations of moodswings. He feels like a man reborn with a second chance to make things "right"

From time to time, the old Loudewater may resurface. But on the whole, he is far more spontaneous and more of a go-getter.

HISTORY:

Hailing from a line of independent Bree land owners, Loudewater has been a farmer and livestock breeder for all his life. Married for over 24 years without children, Loudewater has made it his lifelong mission to tend to his legumes, cabbages and fowls to the best of his capacity (he takes pride in his profession) and to dodge what incidents he can (refer to personality or rather, lack of personality section)

Life has been adequate and so far rewarding for this simple farmer with simple tastes. But recent events are starting to worry him… Not any more.

Introducing mid-life crisis.
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Saurreg's post

The pain. It’s long deathly fingers puncture the skin, slithers through the ribcage and seizes your heart. Strong fingers close so tightly that your blood vessels start to burst and your body begins to convulse. A cold chill caresses your spine, numbs your senses and send you into shock. Darkness covers your eyes…

Andas signed aloud to himself as he continues his best to read yesterday’s edition of the village routine orders in the dimly illuminated room; community fees going up next month. The poor weather did little to comfort his mind. Helga’s loud shrill voice continued booming from the back of the kitchen, she was ranting about his spectacular inability to perform the easiest of household chores now,

“And how many times do I have to tell you? Reds don’t go into the wash tub with the whites! Now look what you’ve done! Another braccae spoilt! What’s wrong with you? Can’t you…”

The pain. It picks you up and smothers you in a deadly embrace. It plucks the soul from the very core of your being with cruel fingers, pops it into a black bottomless maw and chews. It bites and sucks the juice that is your personality, your aspirations, your hopes and relishes it. Once done, it spits out what remains of your incorporeal form and rub it into the dirt with a heavy suffocating foot…

Helga was done with nitpicking Andas’ poor housekeeping skills and was now relating to him the events that occurred during the morning’s trip to the market. Andas squirmed uncomfortably in the overstuffed armchair and tried to read, dull brown eyes darting left from right; another sheep missing, Old Grant defaulting on insurance. Still, nothing could dull the formidable voice box of Helga’s,

“Rosy Parker was at the fishmonger’s today and Gregory was with her. Oh, he was such a dear thing! Carrying her heavy baskets and buying those expensive white flowers from that Monty lad to surprise and such…

Now how come you don’t do those things for me?!”

The pain. Helga was pain. Helga was pain personified. And nothing could stop Helga, not even hail nor brimstone could deny the awe-inspiring phenomenon that was Helga ****ed…

It was now or never. Andas knew his moment had come.

“IS THAT YOU PRAND?!” He shouted aloud suddenly to no one in particular,
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“WHAT’S THAT?! YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME?! YOU WANT ME TO COME OUT?! IT’S IMPORTANT?!”

Every word forcefully enunciated.

The disembodied voice of Helga’s queried,

“Why are you shouting Andas? Did you say Prand is here? Why don’t you invite him in?”

A turning point has been reached and the wheels in Andas’ head turned faster,

“WHAT’S THAT PRAND?! YOU CAN’T COME IN BECAUSE YOUR SHOES ARE ALL MUDDY?!”

Meet Helga the cleanliness freak.

“OK PRAND! OK! I’M COMING OUT NOW! HERE I GO!”

With surprisingly quick reflexes, Andas pulled his body off the armchair, sprinted across the room and grabbed his belt and cope from the coats hanger.

“I’m going out to see what Prand wants, dear! Could take a while! Don’t wait up for me! Love yah, bye bye!”

Before Helga could reply, Andas swung open the front door leapt out and slammed it shut. Liberation never felt better.

It was dusk and ominous dark clouds were already forming overhead in the north. Andas was hungry and from the looks of it, he also needed a roof overhead soon too. And he knew just where to go in situations like this.

Adjusting his belt and getting into his cope, Andas Loudewater stepped onto the gravel skewed dirt path and marched briskly over to The Prancing Pony…

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[Envinyatar]

Welcome, Dragon Elf (I hope you don't mind my shortening your name! It was either that or DEoR. ) and Saurreg. Happy to have your submissions to the game.

As I said above - both Nuranar and I will look over your submissions and let you know if there are any changes needed.

- E -

[rutslegolas]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES-Which one?
- A Land to call their Own

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? - NONE

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES
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For your character please include:

NAME: Aidwain Longleaf

AGE: 450

RACE: Elf ( Rivendell)

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS - He carries a long bow made out of the trees found in the valley of Rivendell and also a quiver of arrows,He also carries a short knife as in the fashion of all elves and a short dagger hidden in his boots


APPEARANCE: He is a tall 6'6 elf ,lean and does not seem to be strong but which he is as his opponents seem to find out too late,he has blonde shoulder length hair,and cool and calm grey eyes , he wears as all elves do green tunic and well fitted trousers tucked into boots which are rather heavy most unusual in elves,he wears no armor lest it interfere with his aim while drawing his mighty bow.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Aidwain is a good natured elf but not at all merry as you would expect of elves ,he is always very grim and serious ,not liking company but prefered to be let alone ,but he always is good friend in need when you need him ,always helping others but never laughing.He is very keen eyed and adapts to any surroundings preety well using them for winning an upper hand in battle,but he has a short temper which sometimes makes him more enemies than friends.


HISTORY: Aidwain was born as well as raised up in Rivendell,he has been roaming the lands with the armies of Elrond ever since he could wield a bow, a grim and battle hardened warrior .
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rutslegolas post

Aidwain had travelled with his friend from Rivendell for days, after the war he had travelled a lot less so he wished to roam about the land where his forefathers so long lived. At last after wandering in the wilderness for so long they had come to Tharbad.

They stepped in a good inn called the Trade Inn to rest for the day.
" Hey, there you, can me and my friend have drink of cool water ?" called Aidwain to the Barman.

" A drink of cool water my lords and lamb stew would go down good I suppose?" called out the Barman.

"Yes very well," said Aidwain. " I haven't had anything proper to eat since that Inn we stooped at, and that was 15 days ago," Aidwain said to his companion.
But she only nodded in apprehension and said," The number of orcs and trolls has certainly gone up since the end of war near the Angle hasn't it Aidwain ?"

The Barman had arrived with their food and drink, so Aidwain could not reply. But he did notice the arrival of a Ranger, two Elves, and a man from the Riddermark just down the dusty path towards the Inn, and he wondered what would such unusual companions would be up to in this land......

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[piosenniel]

rutslegolas

Sorry, I should have put this onto the proposal form:

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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You will need to change your character's eye color to grey or if you wish, the Shire RPG's will accept a grey blue color.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio, Game Moderator