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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 1, 2006 19:45:08 GMT
Hark, and welcome to the grand Citadel of Guard! Here you may please post the bio of your character(s), so we can know them just a little better. I have provided an example for you below, please use the below categories as a minimum for your bio.
Name: Morsereg Dindaedel, known among Men as the Black Istari, among Dwarves as the Doomsman, and among Elves as Bragolamarth, the Sudden Doom.
Age: Ageless
Appearance: A gaunt man of Angmar, Morsereg is not fair but is of quite handsome appearance. With long silver hair, and eyes blacker than the deepest depths of Moria, he is not one for the faint of heart to look upon. With deathly pale skin, and a skeletal frame, accompanied by hands with unnaturally long, bony fingers, he looks to be one of the Dead which he commands.
Occupation: Dark Lord of Angmar, Doomsman of the Valar, Emissary of Mandos.
Weapons: Pitch black staff inset with a brilliantly dark blue gem, spotted with flecks of blood red, and a black sword enscribed with various runes of Aule's making.
Other Weapons: Special Abilities of the Maia: Can harness the dark powers of life and death to affect the world. Can strike to kill with his magick on a whim, but if Mandos does not deem that the victim should die yet, than the man lives, yet horribly burnt, and Morsereg too is struck by the blast until brought to exhaustion. While it is also a
Hands of Mandos The Doomsman - Morsereg harnesses the dark powers of death and forms them into being, usually in the form of streaks of lightning, striking his enemy. If Mandos does not deem that the victim should die yet, then the magick turns on Morsereg as well, burning the both of them until exhaustion. This can also be used in lesser forms such as simple bolts that are not meant to kill, but to simply harm or torture.
Hands of Mandos The Healer - A usually unused power, Morsereg can weave the very essence of life itself, healing wounds and saving many from death.
The Forbidden Art of Necromancy - Indepth control over the dead, and the ability to raise dead bodies, skeletons, and ghastly spectres.
Soul Absorption - While it is not necessary for his being, it is a valid form of sustenance for Morsereg to absorb his victims souls as he kills them, damning them to never find peace.
History:
Sit here, and listen, childe, for the tale of Morsereg Dindaedel is a long one.
Now, before the dawn of time, when the Maia were created by Illuvitar, from his creation came the Istari Morsereg, whom was taken himself, and he alone, to be the direct servant of the Vala Mandos. Over time, he was taught the magicks of Life and Death his master so proudly ruled over, and he was pure, for he knew his purpose: to travel to Middle-Earth, and purge all evil from it with his Masters will.
But this was not to be. The Vala Morgoth, known originally as Melkor, stormed Valinor with the spider Ungoliant, and poisoned the world with blackness. Though it was unseen by all, even his master Mandos, it was at this time that Morsereg was tainted forever.
He departed at the time of the departure of the Blue Wizards, Alatar and Pollando. As he took up his staff and a physical form to depart from Valinor, he was cursed by Mandos, who was finally shown Morsereg's true intentions. "You are powerful, Morsereg, very powerful indeed. But know this, and despair. For no matter how powerful you will become, there shall always be one man to stand in your way to destroy you. Throw him down, and another will rise in his place. Depart into Middle-Earth in turmoil, for you have no heart, foul snake, and you feel no pain. Wander the land forever, for the only thing that will take your life shall be your own blade, wretched creature. Leave me," Those were thel ast words from the Vala that Morsereg heard, before he departed. And as he left, Vairë wept.
And thus he left with the Maiar Alatar and Pollando. They traveled for a good while, but in time, Morsereg was to stray from hi spath. He made his way northward, to Avathar, and stayed there until the end of the War of the Ring. During this time he befriended the spiders of Avathar, (Who were to become his chief ally in the usurping of Angmar) learning their language, and living amongst them. It is then that he began to enjoy the taste of flesh and blood, for frequently they would make runs to Mithlond, and take Elves for their meals.
It is then that he was also given the name Bragolamarth, among the Elves. For he would suddenly swoop upon Mithlond and take whole families away. For this reason, most of the Elves still remaining in Middle-Earth, those that dwelt within Mithlond especially, have personal vendettas against Morsereg.
With the spiders, he made his way north to Angmar at the end of the War of the Ring. Here he found it colonized by Orcs and Wargs, with the Barrow-Wight Dwar attempting a sort of "rule" over them. Dwar had been one of the Witch-King's chief allies, and now he despair. With the Lord of the Nazgul gone, there was no ruler for Angmar, and thus it would crumble, and Arnor would stand victorious in the age-old feud. Dwar joined Morsereg's force, and with Dwar allied with him as well as the Spiders of Avathar, Morsereg usurped Angmar's throne, bringing the Orcs together again, and calling the Wild Men of Carn Dum out of hiding in the mountains. Using Necromancy he rose foul spirits, and thus began the dark age of Middle-Earth, once again, with the rising of the Black Istari.
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Maglor
Initiated
Second son of Feanor
Posts: 45
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Post by Maglor on Jul 2, 2006 8:13:34 GMT
Maglor
The second son of Fëanor, who inherited more of his mother Nerdanel's gentle spirit than any of his brothers. Maglor was famed as a poet and bard, but he took the Oath of Fëanor in Tirion and shared in the woes that came of it.
Maglor followed his father into exile, and saw him perish at the hands of the Balrogs. With the rest of his brothers, he dwelt to the east of Beleriand, and Maglor settled between the Little Gelion and Greater Gelion, the two rivers that came together to form the long Gelion itself. That region - which came to be known as Maglor's Gap - lacked hills or mountains, and so was the place on Beleriand's border that was most open to attack from the north.
Maglor guarded his Gap for four and a half centuries, but was eventually overcome in the Dagor Bragollach. The dragon Glaurung invaded Maglor's land and ruined it, so that he was forced to flee to the fortress of his brother Maedhros on the hill of Himring to the west. Sixteen years later, he marched out with Maedhros to the great battle that should have seen the revenge of the Elves on Morgoth, but was brought to ruin by the treachery of Uldor the Accursed. Maglor slew Uldor himself, but the field was lost; that was the battle afterwards called the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, the Unnumbered Tears.
All seven of Fëanor's sons survived the Nirnaeth. In the years leading up to that battle, one of the three Silmarils had been recovered from Morgoth's crown, and had come eventually to be held by Dior in Doriath. He would not surrender it to the brothers' claims, and so they assaulted Thingol's ancient kingdom. Celegorm, Caranthir and Curufin all fell in that futile battle. Now only four of Fëanor's sons survived; Maglor, the eldest son Maedhros, and the two youngest brothers Amrod and Amras. After some years had passed, these four came to learn that a Silmaril was held by Elwing at the Mouths of Sirion, and though they restrained themselves for some time, their Oath compelled them to take back the Jewel. So they assaulted their fellow Elves, and Elwing escaped with the Silmaril across the Sea to her husband Eärendil, and together they sailed into the West. That voyage would in time bring about the downfall of Morgoth.
After the destruction of Morgoth, the last two Silmarils were recovered from his Crown. By this time, only Maedhros and Maglor remained of Fëanor's sons, and Maglor came close to repenting the Oath. Wearily, he accompanied his brother in the theft of the Silmarils, but their evil deeds in recovering them meant that the holy Jewels burned their skin. Maedhros in despair leapt into a fiery fissure, and Maglor, the last of the Sons of Fëanor to survive, cast his Silmaril into the Sea. Legend says that he still wanders the shores of the World, singing laments for his despair and regret. ( all that is cannon )
Maglor was captured by Sauron twenty years before the War of the Last Alliance, and tormented, and after, because Sauron had the war to demand his attention, and the Noldo had not been broken, he was given to his son Saeren. Although he nevere remembered how he escaped from the destruction of Barad Dur, he was found by Elves of Imladris, scouring the Dagorlad, and taken to Rivendell. Elrond of course, had known him and exerted all his powers to heal him. His body was healed, but his mind still is tortured.
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Saeren
Accomplished
Son of Cruelty
Posts: 148
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Post by Saeren on Jul 2, 2006 8:22:08 GMT
Name: Saeren
Age: Approx seven thousand years.
Gender : Male.
Race: Maia-Elf
Weapons: Two scimitars, various knives, garrote.
Equipment: Rope, horse, needs little.
Description: Six foot four, broad shouldered, but slender , taut muscles, arms and back covered in sharp, and swirling tattoos. Black hair , worn in long, thin braids to his buttocks, amber eyes.
Personality: Trained by his father in all arts of cruelty, and learning varying styles of fighting over the years, Saeren is a complex character, hot and cold, languid, sensual, cruel, amoral, and a brilliant warrior, killing without pity, or emotion, although he prefers to kill with bare hands or feet, up close and personal.
Although the son of Sauron, his powers are limited, mainly confined to his willpower, over those weaker, and his physical speed and strength.
(History:)
Born in Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves, which was once Minas Tirith, ( Which Gondors Minas Tirith was named after ) the fortress built by Finrod Felagund. His mother was a captured Noldor elf maiden of the people of Finrod, and after giving birth , Sauron slew her, bearing such children, could be dangerous even for Elves, and it had taken all the womans strength and driven her mad. She was no more use, and would give him no more sport. And the woman had borne not one child, but twins, rare amongst elves. When he was still young, Saeren enabled his twin sister to escape from captivity, telling her she must seek out the Elves.
Saeren acted as captain to Sauron in many battles, preferring the skills of a warrior to the mental powers of his sire. He also inherited a love of luxury, through his Noldor blood, and of beauty.
Saeren was sent East before the War of Wrath, and remained there for many centuries, in the uncharted lands, becoming a chieftain of the Easterlings. When Sauron built Barad Dur, Saeren returned , and during the years when Sauron dwelled in Numenor, corrupting the King, Ar-Pharazon, Saeren, also spent time in that land, living as a prince. But he was fiercly intelligent, and he, for one, thought Sauron wrong to encourage the King to invade the Blessed Realm. Numenor could have been of far more use controlled, over centuries, by Sauron.
He departed for Middle Earth before the destruction of Numenor, thereby avoiding his fathers fate, and returned to the East of the world.
Although injured in the last battle of the Dagorlad, in the Last Alliance, Saeren , with his swift healing, relict of his Ainur blood, survived, and departed, East again, cursing his fathers stupidity. What kind of an arrant idiot put half their essence, or more, into a ring?
Saeren lived very much for himself, and Sauron, although he could have broken his son to his will, approved of his Independence. His son was a force of charming power and cruelty, which was far more effective than brute force, he was almost artistically, sensually, corrupt. Saeren made no secret that he though Mordor ugly, the Orcs , uruks and trolls stunk, as for the Nazgul, he disliked the singed emptiness of them, thinking them fools to have hearkened to his father, to loose the pleasures of life, and become nothing more than slaves. He believed that his father should attend more to men, corrupting and influencing them, and using them in war. They were far more versatile, cleverer and braver, than even the Uruks, who were more intelligent than Orcs. And although the people out of Rhun and Harad and Khand, did answer Saurons call in the War of the Ring, in his sons view, there were not enough. Rhun was vast, Harad immense, more could have been done in those places. He survived the Battle of the Pelennor, and the Morannon, with a severe feeling of deja-vu, taking himself away east again, to his chosen , a palace in Harad, in a wealthy trade city called Sud Sicanna.
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Post by Cerridwen on Jul 2, 2006 8:57:13 GMT
Twin of Saeren, she was born in Tol-in-Gaurhoth, and at about a score of years in age, her brother saw to her escape. Heading south, into the forest of Brethil, she was found by the people of Haleth, who dwelled there, and lead her westwards. Coming into contact with Beleg Cuthalion and a patrol of elves of Doriath, Cerridwen told that she had been hunted by Sauron. Since she seemed rather young to be of any concern to Sauron, and because he sensed something in her which was strange, Beleg sent a message to his King and Queen . Although few entered Doriath, Cerridwen was taken in. And when she saw her, Melian the Maia realised precisely who it was they had allowed in to their land. But she saw no darkness in her, only a short life, filled with neglect, and fear, and despite her heritage, she housed the girl. In Doriath, Cerridwen grew, learning the history of those times, and of the times before Sun and Moon from the wisest of all women who dwelled in Middle Earth. Her seech became that of Doriath, antique and pure Sindarin. She learned to wield a bow and sword after the manner of the elves, for she was restless, always , she knew something dreadful had happened to her brother, - and she feared what he would become. When Doriath was sacked by the Sons of Feanor, Cerridwen, and the refugees, joined those of Gondolin by the Mouths of Sirion. Later, she lived in Lindon and Rivendell, and traveled to many places, - and at times.. she did encounter her twin...
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Rûdhon
Initiated
The Lord Of Tyrn Gorthad
Posts: 49
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Post by Rûdhon on Jul 2, 2006 9:54:24 GMT
Rhûdon
Age: Ageless
Appearance: He is a ghostly figure of a dead elf, he seems tall and once very proud even majestic yet he is a horrible twisted picture of his former self. His bones are showing from a hole in his fine crafted armour, Around his head is metal headband, which was forged from the broken pieces of his helmet, with a jewel in it. His eyes have turned white as pearls and his voice has turned dry and cold, his fingers are agile and long and his skin has turned sick and green.
Position: The Lord Of The Barrow Downs
Weapons: A mere touch is enough for him to kill foe unless they are strong or protected by other means when that happens he turns to his dark sword, which he forged in Aman before the flight of noldor and the kinslaying,
Other Weapons: Special Abilities Of A Wight(Evil Spirit):
Touch Of The Wight: A mere touch of his hand is enough to burn the soul of the living that he thrist more than anything and envies even more than he thrists for it. In the end it might be enough to kill.
Spell Of Death-Like Sleep: He can cast a spell of sleep upon his foes that are never to awaken again or at least no one knowns of their fates as they are taken into the barrow downs.
Shapesift: Rhûdon posses the ability to change the form of his undead "body", mostly he prefers to turn appear as a mist so that he may suddenly jump on his unsuspecting victims.
Posses A Body: He can posses the body of the dead, but only for a limited time yet should he find a willing mortal human or elf even dwarf he could become part of that person creating either two minded person or perhaps a two minds combined.
Other Dark Spells: These he learned from as he followed Sauron when he was still alive during the second age.
History:
Rhûdon, Bald as his name tells was once a proud Noldor that followed Feanor and his sons into middle earth to battle morgoth. All tough he had met Morgoth in Valinor himself and at first fallen for his clever words of deception. He was eager to leave yet before the departure he had forged his darksword that he swore to use against all the stood against that stood against the Noldor in this war. As irony would have it in the end was finally killed by his owns sword by his own brother that was also as eager to serve the cause.
Yet his turning to the dark began far earlier than his death, for after a long time elves of the Noldor had settled down in Middle Earth and it was in Nargothrond where his heart was filled with jealosy and lust for power of Finrod Felagund. He never betrayed his kin yet began lusting for everything they owned and created, even the silmaril all tough he knew there was no way of achieving them as long as the sons of feanor lived as it would become his downfall.
In the second age he travelled east alone and he gave no reason yet he appeared once more near Mordor yet in the ranks of the enemy. He had finally fallen to promises of evil and Sauron enslaved him, not did only his body, but soul belong now to someone else. In the battle of the last alliance he met his brother whom had searched for him long only to be shocked that they would face in battle. So in the end of that battle Sauron was overthrown and Rhûdon fell into his own sword that was thrown from his hands by his brother. In the process of the battle Rhûdon`s helmet was broken and he threw it aside, that helmet would later be his crown of the downs. After the battle was done, Rhûdon layed upon the ground, his last breaths rasping trough his throat with his brother kneeled by his side to hear his last anger filled whisper.
That should have been the end for Rhûdon yet it wasn`t as his life was bound to Sauron whom`s life was bound to the ring of power, after many years he appeared once more in the form of an evil spirit and was ordered to take control of the barrow mounds. In the process he gained some freedom as he knew that he would be now bound to the place not Sauron so he survived as the ring was destroyed. After the downfall of the witch king and Sauron, Rhûdon has given his services to Morsereg whom now dwells in Angmar.
All tough he appearead loyal and faithful to his master, he has a secret wish in his torment to defy his master and take over a body of another being, only if they are willing to let him become a part of them is this possible.
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Lebennen
Initiated
Lieutenant of Saeren - Son of Uldor the Accursed - Half-Elven
Posts: 38
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Post by Lebennen on Jul 2, 2006 10:13:06 GMT
Lebennen ( name given to him by his elven mother )
Age: Six thousand five hundred years
Gender : Male
Race: Half Elf
Weapons: Twin scimitars, knives, bow
Equipment - Body armour, flint and tinder, rope, horse,
Description: Six foot three, tautly muscled, and wide shouldered, loosly curling , feathery, blue-black hair, luminous lime-green eyes
Personality: Like his blades, swift, sharp, and cold.
History:
Lebennen was trained from a boy by his father to captain his men. When he was twenty, he met the darkly fascinating Saeren, son of Sauron, who took him in hand, completed his training, and thereafter, Lebennen became Saerens Lieutenant.
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Chi'Gandir
Initiated
The ultimate evil is to leave the company of the living before you die.
Posts: 28
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Post by Chi'Gandir on Jul 3, 2006 1:47:51 GMT
Name: Chi'Gandir
Age: Was born in the year 445 of the First Age, thus making him roughly 6600 years old at the beginning of the Fourth Age.
Appearance: Chi'Gandir has been tested against the tale of time, and one can see it in his demeanor. Black hair drapes to his shoulders, occasionally obscuring milky white eyes, behind which lays the ghost of what used to be vibrantly green eyes. The features of his face, the nose and chin in particular, are very narrow. His hands have been twisted over time, having demented themself over long years living in caves among rocks which repeatedly broke bones, to become alike to hideous claws.
Occupation: Wanderer
Equipment: Two elegant swords, one of Elvish forgery with a slant to the blade, the other of Mannish making, firm and fairly shorter than the Elvish blade.
Other Weapons: An uncanny sense of hearing, which picks up even the slightest sound such as a faint breath or in quiet rooms a heartbeat. His clawlike hands are accustomed to frequently ripping open flesh with ease, as are the teeth within his mouth, all sharpened to a point.
History:
Born to a fair Elvish couple in the year 445 of the First Age, the same year in which it is said Gil-Galad was born, Chi'Gandir showed from early youth a strong will to survive. At the age of six the village he and his family lived in was raided by Orcs, and his father, taking up a sword, went to hold them back. Chi'Gandir and his mother stayed within their home, yet that would not keep them safe. A band of three Orcs broke into the house in the late hours of the night, while the raid was in full scale. Chi took up one of his father's hunting knives, wielding it like a sword, and stabbed two of the Orcs to death. The third came from behind and knocked him unconscious.
He awoke hours later in the arms of his mother...The raid had been unsuccessful, but many lives had been shattered and many men taken away. Chi'Gandir would not know of his father's fate until many years later, when he was well into adulthood. It was soon after the raid that Chi and his mother retreated from the village and deep into a forest to live in solitude. Tragedy would refuse to leave them alone, however.
Not much longer than two years later, while out collecting food, Chi heard the cries of wolves. He went on warily, when he found himself staring face-to-face with a Wolf. Turning completely around in a heartbeat he bolted back to his home, a pack of starving wolves in hot pursuit. His mother heard his cries, and picked up her bow to take down the wolves. She was torn limb by limb by the savage beasts before Chi'Gandir's very eyes, and he ran. And he ran. And he ran.
Soon he came upon a cave which he took refuge in. He ran deep into the darkness, trying to escape the wolves. It was not long before he realized that he did not know the way out, and heard movement a bit further down. "Hello?" He called out cautiously into the velvety blackness that enveloped him. "Is anyone there?" He slowly walked forward, and before he knew anything everything stopped. Sound. Sight (Which had already been gone by now anyways). Touch. Everything.
He awoke, if one could call opening your eyes from blackness to even more blackness "waking", in a daze several hours later, unaware of anything and everything in his life. Who was he, where was he, all of it. It was then that he wandered deeper into the cave, and was "greeted" by a clan of bats.
While it is not sure even to this day how it was done, the bats raised him from that age. He was taught how to pick up even the faintest of noises and over time his body adjusted to life in a cave and as a bat. He could move soundlessly and in the shadows, and his hands had become almost claw-like. He could pick up the slightest sounds in a roaring room. But, there was a price for all this.
He was blind.
All the years in the dark took toll on his eyesight, and he became blind. His intense hearing capabilities made up for this, giving him the ability to "map out" the area around him by listening to the sound around him. This has made it almost as if he were seeing, so Chi'Gandir himself has not become affected by it all too much.
By another bizarre force of nature, Chi'Gandir found himself struck upside the head for the last time. Memories rushed back...everything, painfully, all at once. This dented into his mind for quite some time before it shattered over the years, and the peaceful-Elf-turned-sadistic-life-eater fell from sanity and grace.
He departed from the cave where he had lived upwards of thirty years and set off into the world. It was not long before he met the Elf Nurutyave, whom had been raised by Wolves. The two disembarked on a grand journey that spanned across Middle-Earth in quest for the Silmarils, but they could not succeed. When the failed, they spent many years afterwards slaughtering along the continent, striking fear wherever they went. As the Second Age began, however, their paths separated for a time. Through the Second and Third Ages the two Elves often gathered for more times reminiscent of their first quest, yet nothing had been as long-lasting as the First Age travel. Now, the Fourth Age has come, and Chi'Gandir lusts for the taste of blood and thrill of adventure once again...and he searches for Nurutyave, for he is nothing without his traveling companion.
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Post by Vána on Jul 3, 2006 5:11:26 GMT
Name: Vána
Age: 150 years old
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Weapons: Knife used for selfdefense.
Description: Short for an elf only about five foot six inches. Long curly blonde hair that falls to her waist. Turquoise blue eyes.
Personality: Can be somewhat concieted and aloof at times, but is for the most part is generally kind and caring.
History: Born in 2871 on the Third Age, making her about 150 at the beginning of the fourth. Her father was a Galadhrim soldier and her mother a Lady from Mirkwood. Her mother named her Vána, for she thought the baby had the most beautiful eyes she had even seen. She was raised in Caras Galadhon in Lothlorien. Her parents sailed to the West before the War of the Ring. She chose to remain behind, waiting to see who would return from the war.
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Post by Oropher on Jul 3, 2006 5:20:11 GMT
Name: Oropher
Age: Two-Hundred Years Old
Gender : Male
Race: Half Elf Half Human
Weapons: Two thirteen inch Daggers
Equipment: Leather Armor, cloak, and a Horse
Description: Six foot one, tautly muscled, straight, wavy, emerald green hair, deep brown eyes.
Personality: He is a quiet untrusting person. Because of his mixed blood he has inherited the good and the bad of both races making him confused and prone to violence.
History: Oropher was born in the year 2831. He was the child of a Mirkwood Elf and a Man of Gondor. No one ever told him of who his Father was. He left shortly after being with Oropher's mother proving he had wanted her for lust not love. Thus Oropher grew up in Mirkwood without a Father. He was treated cruelly by other Elves refered to as Oropher the Bastard. Because of his Human heritage however this led to him hating every single one of the Elves. So he ran from them. He ran for years. He knew in his heart someday he would have to make the decision to go or stay, and he also knew what his answer would be. He would stay.
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Legolas
Initiated
Prince of Mirkwood
Posts: 28
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Post by Legolas on Jul 3, 2006 6:45:52 GMT
I have read that this is after the death of Aragorn, but if I just squeeze this in right, I can make it work, we know Legolas built a ship in Ithilien to sail to Valinor, after Aragorns death. I am just going to interupt that journey for a time. We've been discussing a story, and I'm interested to see where it goes. Since he's not a Power or anything, I can't see it making much odds whether he is around or not.
( Following taken from the Annals of Arda ) This is also part of Legolas' history which is unusual , and not necessarily cannon, but only some-one interpretation. However, I would like to use it:
Greenleaf.
Son of Thranduil. Mother unknown. ( In the tale of the Lord of the Ring. )
Son of ?. ( In the tale of the Fall of Gondolin.)
Born in the Valian years of the Trees or in F.A. , S.A. , T.A. ?.
The first appearance of Legolas Greenleaf is in the story of the fall of Gondolin in F.A.510 where he his one of Folks of the Tree, Legolas escaped the fall and made it with Tuor, Idril, Earendil, Glorfindel and the rest of the fugitives to the heigths of Christhorn and some of them to the Mouth of Sirion.
The next appeareance of Legolas is in the T.A. where he is an Elvenprince, son of Thranduil, King of the Northern Mirkwood. Legolas was one of the nine in the fellowship of the Ring. His father had sent him to Imladris to the council of Elrond.
Was Legolas of the Tree in Gondolin the same as Legolas in Mirkwood ?. I do not know. The tale of the Fall of Gondolin was written in the youth of Tolkiens life before many things were changed and before the story of the Lord of the Ring but one thing Tolkien never intentially did was using an already existing person and name twice if it was not the same. May the case be that Legolas had travelled into Beleriand in his youth ? and returned in the end of the First Age ?.
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Post by Envin on Jul 3, 2006 11:02:14 GMT
I shall post a proper profile for Nuru as soon as I can make one (dammit, I deleted the FA bios when I reordered the boards ), but until then this is a sample of my writing style to tide you over. Aragorn II Elessar, The Elfstone, Heir of Isildur, Thorongil, Estel, Longshanks Strider Telcontar. 88 years of age. Human; Numenorian Dúnadan. On the throne sat a mail-clad man, a great sword was laid across his knees, but he wore no helm. He was clad in black mail girt with silver, and he wore a long mantle of pure white clasped at the throat with a great jewel of green that shone from afar; but his head was bare save for a star upon his forehead bound by a slender fillet of silver. As they drew near he rose; it seemed to them that he was revealed to them for the first time. Tall as the sea-kings of old, he stood above all that were near; ancient of days he seemed and yet in the flower of manhood; and wisdom sat upon his brow, and strength and healing were in his hands, and a light was about him. And then they knew him, so changed as he was, so high and glad of face, kingly, lord of Men, dark-haired with eyes of grey.Born 1 March, Third Age 2931. The Lord Aragorn, one of if not the primary character of The Lord of the Rings, who was the second of that name in the line of Dunedain of the North, was born upon the First Day of March in the year III 2873, and by the Line of Valandil was descended through many fathers from Isildur son of Elendil himself through thirty-nine generations. He was the son of the man Arathorn II, Chieftain of the Dunedain, and woman Gilraen. Early in his childhood, when his father was slain in the wild a'hunting Orcs, young Aragorn was taken into hiding by Elrond of Rivendell, at his mother's request; it was then that he was given the name of Estel (Sindarin= Hope), for it was foretold that it would be he who would bring hope to the Dunedain. For long years, his heritage was withheld from him, but when he was come of age, Elrond revealed to him all his history, and gave into his keeping the Shards of Narsil. At this time also, Aragorn came upon Arwen in the forests of Rivendell, and his fate was sealed, for he knew then that he loved her. Knowing that only through peril and through the salvation of Middle-Earth would he come into his own, Aragorn then took his proper name, and departed into the wild. In the year 2956, Aragorn met the wizard Gandalf, becoming his fast friend, and during the years until 2980, took great journeys far abroad in Middle-Earth. During this time he served both Thengel of Rohan and Ecthelion II of Gondor, in other name and guise. Already he was beginning to take upon himself the destruction of Sauron, for his endeavours oft weakened the Nameless One, as in the successful attack upon Umbar which he led for Ecthelion in 2980, under the name of Thorongil. Taking his ease from sojourning for a time he again met Arwen in the land of Lothlorien, and there they both plighted their troth until the ending of the world. When their love was brought to the attention of Arwen's father, Elrond, he grudingly agreed to their union, though as the bride-price for his daughter he declared that Aragorn must first attain the Kingship of both Gondor and Arnor, under the belief that, among Men, only a King would be worthy of Arwen 's hand. In the year III 3018, on September the thirtieth, Aragorn, then in his eighty-seventh year - though due to his Numenorean blood still hale and strong, was waiting in Bree for the arrival of Frodo Baggins from the Shire, having been informed of the journey by his comrade, Gandalf. Leading Frodo and his companions to Rivendell and to the safety of Elrond's house, Aragorn began what would eventually lead to the Return of Kingship to Gondor, and therefore Arnor: his involvement in the historical War of the Ring. The Shards of Narsil were reforged for him, and he gave the sword the name of Anduril, perhaps the greatest blade in history. He was appointed to be a member of the Fellowship of the Ring, and with Gandalf led the company south, and when the wizard tragically fell at the Bridge of Khazad-dum Aragorn took the leadership of the Fellowship, guiding them to Parth Galen, at which time the Fellowship broke and scattered this way and that. The tale of the great Ranger's involvement in the events of III 3019 is told elsewhere in greater detail, but Aragorn was one of chiefs in the defense at the Battle of Helm's Deep, and meeting with his kindred who journeyed south to join him in the battles to come he took the path foretold to him, and with Legolas and Gimli, and Halbarad of the Dunedain of the north and Elladan and Elrohir sons of Elrond, he led the Grey Company through the Haunted Pass, and so came even to the Stone of Erech, at which time he called the Army of the Dead to his service. With their aid he was able to take the Ships of the Corsairs of Umbar, and divert southern reinforcements of the Enemy from Minas Tirith. Sailing north swiftly as he might, he came to Minas Tirith in her hour of need, and there he unfurled the Standard of Arwen , and displayed for all to see the Signs of Elendil that no lord had borne for years beyond count. Leaping from the ships to the quays, he drew Anduril that flamed pale and fair, and led his company onto the Pelennor Fields, and there he united with Eomer of Rohan to complete the destruction of the asssailants of the City. On the counsel of Gandalf, the last remnants of the Host of the West were mustered, and at their head marched Aragorn, leading them to the Black Gate, that through their efforts the attention of Sauron might be diverted from his peril via the Ringbearer. Valiant stood Aragorn before all the marshalled host of Sauron, and excelled in feats of arms before the evil of the Morannon, but through the quiet bravery of the Shire evil was cast down that day, and peace returned to the world. In the ensuing days, the City of Minas Tirith hailed Aragorn as its lord; he was crowned King of the Reunited Kingdom of Gondor and Arnor, and took the name of Elessar, Envinyatar Telcontar. Upon the Day of Midsummer, III 3019, an entourage of Elven-folk came to Minas Tirith, and Elrond delivered to Aragorn the sceptre of Annuminas that he had held in keeping; into Aragorn's hand he placed that of his daughter, Arwen, and before all Middle-Earth they twain were wed, and the tale of their waiting was come to its fulfillment. As High King the Lord Elessar reigned for one hundred and twenty-two years (FA 120/III 3141), and finally in honour passed from this world in his two hundred and tenth year, followed by his bride in sorrow the subsequent year; she was aged two thousand, nine hundred and one. He was succeeded by his son, Eldarion Telcontar, and several daughters, the names of whom are not mentioned. The Line of Elendil did not die, and the Race of the Kings from over the Sea was continued. The life of Aragorn was one marked with nobility and humility, and he was called the greatest huntsman and traveller of this world. His reign was characterized with mercy and justice, and he was a quiet man, though among the greatest of the warriors in the entire history of Arda at need. Few like him were there ever in all the line of Elros Tar-Minyatur, and unto this day his greatness lives on in tales, for never again shall there be a King, a Woodman, a Councillor, a Warrior - a man - as Aragorn. ...and the sword of Elendil filled Orcs and Men with fear, for it shone with the light of the sun and of the moon, and it was named Narsil.Et E'llo Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta!. Tale of Aragorn taken from this location, and authored in its entirety by the Webmaster. For a full account of the history of the weapon of Aragorn, turn here.
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Post by Rána on Jul 3, 2006 13:42:27 GMT
Name: Rána
Age: Unknown
Race: Valar-Noldar
When Melkor walked in Aman among the Eldar, there were many he decieved. One was a young maiden named Nimue, she concieved a child after being with the once mighty Vala. Carrying such a powerful child was maddening to the young elf. A girl child was born to Nimue shortly after Melkor's slaying of Finwë and theft of the Silmarils. After a the long painful birth Nimue passed on from grief and madness. Called Rána, "wayward", by her mothers family, the baby girl was raised by her mother's parents in Aman.
She journied to Middle-earth as a young woman, for she was not generally accepted in Aman for being the daughter of Morgoth. She had little free time in middle-earth, for shortly after her arrival she was found by Morgoth and taken to Angband by his servants. There she was kept as a mindless thrall. Over the years Morgoth and Sauron honed her into a deadly weapon, she could fight as well as any man and was more powerful than any elf or human. When Morgoth was defeated in the War of Wrath Rána fled southward, finally settling in what is now Rhun.
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Post by Suhaib on Jul 7, 2006 16:18:27 GMT
Name: Suhaib
Age: Around 30
Appearance: Long redish hair, brownish eyes, fairly short as he stands 178 cm from the ground. Doesn`t appear too muscular isn`t yet he is strong enough to wield his sword in able way.
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Weapons: A somewhat plain bastard sword that he wields maimly with two hands for it is more useful in that manner.
History:
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jul 8, 2006 1:24:36 GMT
Name: Balan of the Royal house of Dol Amroth
Age: 28
Occupation : Heir to Dol Amroth, A knight of the Realm.
Weapons: A long sword, which is finely balanced, giving him the ablitiy to wield it with either two-handed grip or one-handed.
Armour: Bears a shield with the crest of his house. Wheres finely crafted Chainmail under his clothing .
Horse: Heavily Armoured and clothed in the fashon of his house.
History: Being the son of the Prince of Dol Amroth (Elphir) Balan has a lot to live up to, though many of his house have faught in the great battles of the 3rd age, he has done nothing more then rebel the raids from corsairs. Having such things to live up to he bestowed a promise upon himself that he would defend the southern lands until he be deemed worthy or till the title Prince of Dol Amroth is passed onto him.
He can often be found rebelling corsair raids on the southern Ports of Gondor. If hes not defending then hes attacking Harad and Umbar with what strength Gondors navy can muster.
Though he will often wander the lands of Middle-Earth trying to learn the different skills that the different races poesess, be it the weapon crafting of the Dwarfs, or the many techniques used by the Rangers of the North, to kill bands of orcs, or capture food.
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Post by Envin on Jul 11, 2006 12:13:13 GMT
Some long many years ago, in a dark corner of Middle-earth, there lived a long-forgotten clan of Dark Elves. Their forefathers had never seen the blessed light of Valinor, and their ways had long been confined to the paths about their own home. They had lived in secrecy and relative peace, such as they had. Yes, oft would their villages be harried with attacks by marauding Orcs, but always the invaders had been beaten off, though such assaults did grievous ill to the Elves. They called themselves the Drow, for their skin was dark and their eyes were deepest lavender, and more oft than not their hair was white as snow.
It was late in the First Age when a larger band of Orcs poured forth from their mountain-holes, angered by their repeated losses to these Drow that they so hated, and their numbers were larger than had yet been seen. They came with hate and with vengeance in their hearts, and they laid waste to all that region. Nigh all the Drow were slaughtered horribly, yet the parents of one young male were of the first to know of the assault, and believed in its scope, though many of their comrades did not. Their young son they gave into the care of the wild wolves that lived thereabouts, for these Drow had ever been in good standing and camaraderie with the canines of the forests and plains that roamed the countryside in those days.
So the young lad was brought up to full adulthood by wolves, lived in their company as one of their own, slept with them, ate with them, and sought prey with them. Not long after he reached an age of accountability, his past was told to him, and but slowly did he accept it, for though he knew that but of course he was not a wolf, he wished to live his life as one of his brothers that had become so dear to him as he grew and matured. So he remained with them, eventually becoming the most brutal and efficient cold-blooded killer that his clan had ever seen. Seeing his brothers fall in battle, seeing his comrades succumb to old age, hardened him, gave him a bitterness to the world, compounded with the fact that he would never be given the chance to love a father and a mother of his own kind. He resolved to make the world tremble for his sorrows.
So he learned to make poisons, and to subtly employ them. He taught himself to track and to hunt anything that moved across any ground. He became knowledgeable in all arts of trickery and cruel giving of pain, and in masterminding great plots and devices. He fashioned himself several suits of smoothest leather studded with studs of bone from his kills, in various shades for all manner of concealment. Obtaining well-honed steel during a raid upon a merchant caravan, he put their best blacksmith to the fear of dismemberment unless he would create him devious blades of death. He made for him Maladath and Iblis, swords that he vowed the world would come to fear. He became agile as a mongoose, silent as a snake, and as deadly as a wolf in the shadows.
Having learned all he could from both his life with wolves and from books obtained in raids, he has now left his wolf-clan and departed into Middle-earth to spread his ill-will. He is Núrutyáve. His wolven brethren name him Herald of Woe. He has come forth, and before his downcast gaze filled with hate the world shall know pain.
He experienced many grand adventures abroad throughout Middle-earth, wreaking havoc and heralding woe where'er he went. It was not long after he left his wolf-clan that he fell in with one Chi'Gandir, a fellow with a history as odd as his own, and the two found a sense of harmony together, each complimenting the other's weaknesses, and as one they brought terror to much of Beleriand. Their ways drifted apart afterward, though they oft reunited in the Second and in the Third Ages to again give Middle-earth a feel of their mastery, but they have not seen each other these many years past.
Though The Drow seeks ever to plunder and to slay, his eyes are ever peeled for Chi'Gandir, that they may meet again and render the world helpless at their feet.
Núrutyáve
Drow Elf.
Age: Unknown (at least several thousand Years of the Sun).
Eyes: Purple.
Hair: Waist-length, straight white hair, often (1) bound in a ponytail with a leather strap colored to match his clothing, or (2) hanging loose, braided in places, with pieces of bone, beads, and strips of leather braided in.
Height: 6', 5".
weight: 145 lbs.
Slender of waist, long and lithe of limb. Wiry and tough, incredibly strong.
Armament: Two swords: Maladath the Black and Iblis the Runed.
Clothing: Always wears his self-made studded leather jerkin/bracers/gloves/breeches/boots/spaulders/belt, of which he has varying hues: green, red, brown, grey, and black (prefers the latter). He wears no helm or cap.
Walks afoot and can speedily cover ground without over-tiring. Is skilled in all arts of assassination and devious murder.
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