Siege of Gundabad Discussion Thread

[piosenniel]

Please Note:

Each Character Description submitted MUST be accompanied by a First Post for the character, or they will be returned.

[Beserker_Warrior]

1.) NO

2.)0

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES/NO
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NAME: Snagar

AGE: 500

RACE: Orc

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS Sword(steel), dagger, typical orkish shield, steel armor
APPEARANCE:5' 6", stands tall, muscular

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: strong, wise(for an orc), fast but qauils under sunlight

HISTORY: Snagar was born in the hills of Gundabad and he made his way to the top by being cruel, stabbing people in the back and by having an iron fist.

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Beserker_Warrior's post

Snagar stood on the hill above the trench. He could smell men on their way here. His soldiers would be ready, they were below in the trenches, waiting. His men would feast on manflesh soon. He was their leader, the one that they trusted but feared, he would keep them in line and reward them with fresh meat.

Snagar turned and walked down to the trench. "You and you ,up to the hill you maggots!" Snagar needed to keep lookouts on the hill to watch for any one who might be headed in this direction. They went without complaint or any sign of unwillingness, to have done so would have been death. Inwardly Snagar smiled, his force was the one who would have all the spoils and all the glory and a realm of their own. Snagar could even be called the king. That was what he really wanted, anything that he could get for himself, as is the nature of all orcs. Snagar remembered the days of living in the hills before and after Sauron was defeated, he and his tribe had been an advance guard for Mordor, but nothing had ever happened until the defeat of the Great Eye and the Wraiths.

[Boromir88]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs?
Yes, Ungoliant's Children.

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
One, Ungoliant's Children.

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

CHARACTER:

Name: Sjorging Hard-Heart.

Age: 62

Race: Man of Dale

Gender: Male

Weapons: A great-hilted Longsword and an Ash hunting knife.

Appearance: Tall, good build. Wears a Sturdy leather jerkin and underneath a ringmail cuirass, along with leather leggings and boots.

Personality: Proven in battle and a loyal soldier. Trustworthy, but his nickname "Hard-heart" has been given, since he truly has a hard heart. He is one who doesn't give respect, if you don't give it back, and it's very hard to earn Sjorging's respect at times. However, he is a trusty companion, if you are one lucky enough to have his respect. Sjorging also trusts the Dwarves of Erebor, for as he believes, they have proven themselves to stand tall in the face of Evil.

History: Son of Bergon and knows the taste of battle. He is willing to join in any fray, whether it concerns him or not. He fought under King Brand, when Sauron's army laid siege to Erebor. His real name is Sjorging, but has been given the nickname "Hard-Heart," since he isn't one to get emotional, and rarely trusts anyone he doesn't know. He listens to no one except King Bard II, or the officers above him, and despises the sight of orcs, his only glory in seeing an orc is seeing a dead one. Sjorging was greatly saddened when he witnessed the fall of King Brand and King Dain, pledging to never die until all orcs, or evil men alike, had been destroyed.

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Boromir88's post

It's a soundless night, the fire is blazing outside the tent Sjorging has pitched, on the outskirts of the settlement ahead. He sits on a log, staring into the roaring fire, remembering, thinking of the situation at hand. His home in Dale, along with the rest of the town, had been overrun by marauding orcs. They were greatly outnumbered and had no choice, but to flee. He has gathered a few of his trusty companions to discuss what had just happened two nights ago, and what will happen.

"We don't have enough men here to make a suitable defense for these raiding orcs," says a tall, bearded man opposite of Sjorging. His name was Gelding. Gelding and Sjorging go back a long way, they had fought side-by-side against Sauron's forces.

'I thought this evil had been defeated a long time ago, they have said Sauron was defeated, and this new King Elessar was restoring order?" states another man sitting next to Gelding, he was Beluf, a member of the town that was overrun some two nights ago.

"Nay," says Sjorging, "Sauron has been defeated, but we are still a long way away from peace and order. There are still orcs occupying Gundabad, has anyone sent word to King Bard?"

"Yes," answers Beluf, "but we are greatly weakened by the war. I fear we are too weak, and Bard doesn't have enough men to come to aid."

"Our scouts report that King Elessar has sent out a force from Gondor to dispose the orcs of Gundabad for good." says Gelding. "But, we don't know when they'll arrive."

"Probably won't arrive in time at all." spouts Sjorging. Word had spread of King Elessar's greatness, and of the coming times of peace. But, Sjorging was doubtful with this recent threat of orcs raiding Dale. To him, he wasn't convinced until he saw the Gondor force himself. Until that time Sjorging, and his companions would fight on.

[Firefoot]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? Yes, Bloodstained Elanor and Seekers of Truth.

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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NAME: Adranel

AGE: 22

RACE: Man of Dale

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Adranel has a short knife, not really meant as a weapon but for simpler tasks (e.g. cutting cloth, leather, string). She also has a short bow and a quiver of arrows that she learned to use as a girl, but she hasn’t used them for a long time.

APPEARANCE: Adranel is slim and stands around 5'5" tall. She has brownish-blonde hair that is cut about half-way down her back. Her eyes are blue-gray. Due to the cold weather she dresses in heavy skirts, but given the choice she would wear breeches like the men do.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Adranel has always been somewhat of a tom-boy, largely because of the influence of her two older brothers. When she was younger she would go hiking and hunting with them, and they taught her to ride horses (astride, of course), shoot a bow, and other wood-craft. Adranel is also very stubborn, and does her own thing. She won’t back down from a challenge, and if she sets her mind on doing or getting something, she won’t be persuaded otherwise. If someone tries to force her into something, she probably won’t do it. She isn’t really a leader, but she isn’t a follower either. Unfortunately for her, she lacks some common sense and intelligence, and can be forgetful, though she does have a strong intuition.

Once she gets to know a person, she is very kind. Until then, she can be very cool and unfriendly. First impressions of people matter a lot to her, and once she makes up her mind, she doesn’t change it readily. She is very protective, especially of her family.

HISTORY: Adranel has lived in her little village outside Dale all her life. She has two older brothers, whom she admires very much, a younger brother, and a younger sister. She was forced to grow up at the age of 13 when her mother died and she was left with the responsibilities of running the house and taking care of her younger siblings, ages 8 and 10. Adranel is engaged to be married in the spring to a man named Hergon.

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Firefoot's post:

Adranel looked out vacantly from her vantage point on the hill overlooking what had once been her village. The snow was no longer white. It was bloodstained by the people of her village and charred by the ashes of their houses. Night was falling, and it was getting cold. Adranel did not have a cloak, but she did not care if she froze. Nothing mattered, because they were gone. Everyone she knew and loved was dead or taken by the Orcs, the latter perhaps the crueler fate than the former. She tried to block away the horrible memories, but still they came back...

It had been a cold, crisp winter’s day. Adranel was alone in the house, for her younger siblings were off with friends and her father and older brothers were working in their small store. She was alerted by raucous cries, cruel laughter, and the ringing of metal on metal. Adranel, like every other person in the village, had hurried outside to see what was happening, though in her heart she knew that it was Orcs. She grabbed her bow without thinking about it, strangely enough since she had long since lost the habit.

Outside, the smell of smoke was thick in the air. The village was burning. She had to find her family and get away - it was the only way to survive. Oh, where could they be? Finally, she found her father on the other side of town. He was wielding a long hunting knife, undoubtedly the only weapon he could find in a hurry. She was about to call out to him when an Orc came from behind and swung its sword through her father’s neck. She stifled a scream and turned and fled, tears streaming down her face. In her haste she nearly passed the body of her fiancé Hergon. A black-feathered arrow shaft was sticking out of his blood-soaked chest. No, no, no, she thought. She knelt down beside him, and found him to still be alive. He opened his eyes at her touch, and the corners of his mouth turned upward.

“Adranel,” he murmured. His breathing sounded labored. Adranel took his hand in hers. “Get away from here, my love. Save your own life, for me. Let me know you are safe.” He closed his eyes again, and Adranel knew he was gone. She rose to her feet, sobs wracking her body. He couldn’t be dead; it wasn’t possible. Surely someone lived. Where were her brothers and sister? She did not know or care where her feet took her now. She ran blindly, her tears blurring her vision. She left the village, left the screams of women and children, left death behind her. Only it would never be gone, because she would never forget...

A lump rose in her throat once more. She had thought she had cried her tears away, but more came. Adranel turned away from the bloody wreckage of the village, for she could not bear to see it any longer. Hergon’s final words tugged at her heart. Let me know you are safe. These words were the only things that gave her will to live, because nothing mattered any more. They were gone. All of them were gone.

[Witch_Queen]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES
A land of their own

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
One
List them, please:
Ungoliant's Children

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

NAME: Mordred Curreng

AGE: 23

RACE: Gondorian Soldier

GENDER:Male

WEAPONS: Carries a long sword with brown hilt and long silver blade. On his side he carries a short bronze dagger that his father gave him.

APPEARANCE: He wears silver armor that covers his body. Despite the fact that he is so young he keeps his beard trimmed short. He has hazel eyes and Nutmeg colored hair down to his shoulders.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Trustworthy and lives up to his fathers expectations. Fears that he will die in combat at the hands of his enemies. Mordred trusts his King and leader and deep down knows that he will prove loyal no matter the conditions of battle.

HISTORY: Mordred has been a soldier for about three years. He grew up in a "soldiers'" family. His father and brothers are all soldiers and wants to prove himself to his family.

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Witch_Queen's post

Mordred could barely feel his feet. The snow was cold and he longed for a chance to be by a fire. According to the rest of his conrads the supplies were diminishing. Mordred was eager to meet his enemies head on. There was nothing more he wanted to do. Mordred had no doubt that Lieutenant Uther would come through for his men. All he wanted was for the snow to be gone with the orcs. Mordred found that he could talk to only one person, that one person being himself. The others thought him to be crazy, but he found himself lonely alot and thought about what the others were thinking. Soon after he began thinking, he figured it took too much of his needed energy.

After weeks of marching all he really wanted out of everything was to lay in an actual bed. He often thought about his wife and young son. He knew in the future that his son would be in the same spot as he was if the orcs weren't taken care of. Mordred had only talked to Lieutenant Uther a couple of times and thought Uther was a very brave man. He never saw the Lieutenant without his dogs. Mordred figured the dogs refused to leave Uther just like Uther's men wouldn't abandon him. Mordred kept to himself alot because the other men were always talking about what they were going to do when the "battle" was over. He wasn't as experienced as the others and knew they thought him as still a "child." Mordred felt like he was back at home. He was the youngest of all his brothers and sisters and yet again he knew he was the youngest one in the group.

[piosenniel]

Please Note:

As people put their submissions on the thread, I am editing the tagline for their First Post to make it easier to transfer to the RPG thread once the character has been accepted by CaptainofDespair.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

[CaptainofDespair]

Well, these are all very nice submissions.

So without further delay; Welcome aboard, Witch_Queen, Firefoot, Boromir88, and Beserker_Warrior! I look forward to working with you all.

[Novnarwen]

Hello!

This looks really great!

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES
Hunt for the Dragon, Corsairs and Corsets, Breelanders All, Setting Sails for Valinor, Flight from Rohan, Search for Rhûn, Defense of the Poros and Land of Darkness.

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

Name - Ingemar

Age - 47

Gender: Male

Weapons - None.

Race - Man (of Dale)

Appearance - Ingemar is a shabby looking man. He is dressed in rags; a beige coloured tunic with brown loose trousers reaching down to his ankles, tied there. The tunic is torn several places, and he truly gives the impression of being a beggar. On his feet, he wears a pair of well used boots.

By the look of him, one would maybe get the impression that Ingemar was a mad-man, which ordinary people from Dale are ‘correct’ in assuming. His face bears the features of a poor man as well. He looks both tired and lost. Amongst the wrinkles in his face, the first thing one notice is his eyes. They are green, or grey; the colour is difficult to make out. They look rather empty, expressionless, not reflecting happiness or sadness. Sometimes they give him the look of a wild man though. Other than that, he doesn't have any other particular features. He has a half-long nose, somewhat high cheekbones, thin, weakly red lips and a silvery beard. His long hair is a mixture between grey and brown; it’s both filthy and greasy.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses - From early childhood, Ingemar has been almost by himself. It's due to him being retarded, his 'deformity'. He's never been accepted as an equal, and instead of helping him, he as been set aside by family and society. This, naturally, has affected him in numerous ways.

The fact that he never speaks to anyone than himself, (or never sees anyone else for that matter,) is mainly the reason why Ingemar hasn't developed a complete language. He makes mostly noises; he tries mimicking. When wanting to say for example the word 'bird', he mimics the bird-song he hears every morning he wakes up. He knows who is making the sound; he just doesn't know what they are called. When he needs words to express himself, he also makes up new words, which he usually forgets after some time. (Ingemar has a very short memory..)

Ingemar has, through his simple way of living; in a cottage at the outskirts of Dale, developed a true love for all living things surrounding him. Birds are his favourite, of course. Other than that, he enjoys picking flowers. He loves the smell of them. Ingemar also enjoys climbing trees, every time higher than last time. If he is in a good mood, he settles himself on one of the top branches and watch over Dale, like a herdsman watches his herd.

Ingemar is a kind, loving and tolerant person. He's never had much contact with others, only his sister, who brings him food. Even though he is quite old, he is but 4-7 years in mind. He sees the world through a child's eyes.

History - Ingemar was born into a quite prosperous family. However, as soon as his parents discovered his 'deformity', he was left alone in a little cottage they built him at the outskirts of Dale. In the beginning, his parents visited him often, but as the years passed and Ingemar's sister was born, their visits stopped. After this, he was left to himself; forgotten, or ignored, by the society.

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Novnarwen's post

He washed, the cold water making him giggle. Roughly, he was rubbing his face, trying to wipe away the dirt. His sister had taught him this. It was like magic, he thought, seeing how within seconds the dirt was gone from his face and he was clean. Watching himself in the mirror, he grabbed the kitchen knife. The brown-grey hair was growing out of his face again, something he found very frustrating. He took a hold of his beard with his left hand, and held the knife in his right. With a sudden movement, he had cut of most of his beard, leaving it uneven. It was burning with pain; his cheek. Red liquid started to run down from his chin, and onto his stubbles. Bending, he plunged his face into his little wash-tub. When rising, he looked satisfyingly into the mirror. After a few seconds however, something red was again running from his chin. Sighing, being rather frustrated, he turned quickly towards the door.

The weather was cold, but pleasant. The sun was casting long beams over the landscape. A thick white carpet was covering what once had been green fields. He frowned. When touching it, his fingers froze. When tasting it, his throat went cold and numb. He dropped dead. He looked down at his feet, pained by the coldness of the snow. He went hurriedly inside, finding his boots. He pulled them on, went for the door and slipped outside again.

He giggled to himself and called out. “Aeeeeeeeeeeieeeeeeeeeeia!” He held his hands in the air, running around and at last casting himself to the ground. The snow was piercing through his thin clothing, making him shiver with cold. He did not care though. The feeling of lying here was too great for him to abandon so quickly. He lay still, taking in the fresh winter air.

For a while, he lay motionless on the ground. At last he could not take it anymore; his teeth chattered, his legs were stiffening and his lips were turning blue. His whole body was trembling. Rising, he heard the sound of heavy boots. Being alarmed, yet not afraid, he looked desperately around. Who was coming at this hour? His sister! His sister! He was about to get up, but then he spotted several figures approaching his cottage. They didn’t at all look like his sister, or any other he had ever met. Not daring to move, he watched them. They were many. He giggled, wanting to run towards them, but his body was stiff, his limbs were numb.

It didn’t take long, before they took their leave again; their heavy boots echoing. Dragging himself forth, he suddenly discovered smoke. His cottage was hid behind a mixture of colours; orange, red and yellow. Slowly, he was drawn by the heat coming from it. He laughed merrily, feeling better at once. After a few hours, his cottage had disappeared; the ground where his cottage had stood was black; just like magic he thought.

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I hope this was to your satisfiaction.

I will make a few edits later, or tomorrow, but now I have to run!

Cheers,
Nova

[Boromir88]

I have a question, are we taking carry-alongs with our character?