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| After The Ring; A Middle-Earth Roleplay | |
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| Topic Started: 21 Nov 2008, 01:38 AM (2,365 Views) | |
| Lynx | 21 Nov 2008, 01:38 AM Post #1 |
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Middle Earth: The Legend Continues It's been 300 years since the War of the Ring, and Middle Earth is greatly changed. The races are scattered and, despite racial camaraderie felt for a time following the War, do not associate much with one another. The War is not forgotten, but it has passed through the veil of legend and, in so short a time, is nearly a myth, a bedtime story for more dramatically-minded children. Now turmoil has begun stirring deep below the surface of Middle Earth, and its people are loath to band together to work toward its mending. Instead the whispers of unknown darkness creeping in at the edges of their world go ignored, as if closing their eyes will make it go away. Some know better. One of the Council of the Wise has proposed a journey, a pilgrimage taken by people of all races - 9 travelers to honour the legendary 9 of the last War. These fated 9 have been gathered from every corner of Middle Earth for what they've been told is a journey in honour of the original Fellowship, meant to inspire the rest of Middle Earth as the others had. What they DON'T know is that they've been covertly recruited - without their knowledge - as a small, clandestine army meant to battle the growing darkness before it manages to take over... The journey will be from Bree to Mordor, ending at the foot of Mount Doom. *MAP OF JOURNEY* The fates of the races post-War: Elves: There are, so far as anyone knows, no longer any High Elves/Calaquendi this side of the Sea. They've all left for the Undying Lands. There are still a number of Elves, mostly Wood Elves, scattered around, having formed small, clustering communities. Most have severed all ties with other races except for a community in the west who remain on close, friendly terms with Gondor. Dwarves: Almost all dwarves have, as their kind often do, retreated to mountain caverns to mind their own business. They are heard of only for serious reasons. Men: The Men, unlike the other races, have flourished exponentially. They inhabit all parts of Middle Earth, even those where other races had dominated previously. Gondor is the most powerful kingdom in Middle Earth, with Rohan having advanced after the amendments made by King Eomer after the War of the Ring. Rangers have died out, the blood of Numenor diluted, but a group has sprung up in their place: Dhrusians (throo-zhans), a nomadic sect of mixed blood descended from both elves and Men. They have no stationary community but prefer to keep moving in clusters or caravans of families. Hobbits: Hobbits have decreased greatly in number, but have clustered together in the central Eriador area, as they always have. They go about life the same way they always have, and most have forgotten altogether - if they ever knew - that hobbits once had a hand in saving the world. Ever a humble people, they strive to stay that way - quiet and out of the way. |
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| Lynx | 21 Nov 2008, 01:39 AM Post #2 |
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CHARACTER SHEET:
SPOTS OPEN: 1. Lynx/Arieda Rushlight 2. 3. Sarge/Brakdon 4. Stormwolf/Branulf Brekkrson 5. 6. 7. Ryudo/Sedric Ternius 8. 9. - THREE spots still open! (Little italics mean they were here, and now they're not... *tear*) Edited by Lynx, 3 Jan 2009, 06:24 PM.
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| Lynx | 21 Nov 2008, 01:40 AM Post #3 |
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RULES: 1) Not really a rule, just a note. A full working knowledge of Middle Earth or its inhabitants IS NOT NECESSARY. Some background knowledge is prefereable, but please, we are on the INTERNET, silly ducklings! Wikipedia for random crap, Amazon for book summaries, you can even Google Evlish-English dictionaries. It's practically its own subculture. Anyone can find enough to get along and have fun, and I can fill in the cracks if necessary.  2) Okay, if working knowledge of Tolkien's world isn't necessary, literacy is. Please, for the love of God, do not be like my English class. Please do not have to ask what I mean by punctuation. (I'm not kidding; that was a serious question just the other day.) 3) GM (i.e., me, i.e. Lynx) will be acting as Supreme Court Justice, but clerks are always welcome. If anyone ever has any ideas, at all, that they'd like me to incorporate into the main plot (which, to be fair, will probably mostly arise organically), say so!!! PM me or something, make yourself heard, cuz I'd really like to know... I believe in active Player/GM relationships. Roleplays would die without them, so going all megalo on you guys would technically be murder... 4) However, if I do say something is wildly inaccurate to the point of skewing the plotline, or if you go around god-moding or doing something equally inappropriate, you will be chastised. Keep it clean, keep it working, keep it moving forward, keep everyone happy.  5) This is a spot reserved for some rule I know I'll have forgotten. |
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| Sarge | 21 Nov 2008, 02:42 AM Post #4 |
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Sweet, may sign up, may not. only time will tell. |
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| Haleth | 21 Nov 2008, 10:23 PM Post #5 |
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This sounds like too much fun already to miss out on  what kind of characters are you looking for? I mean not sure what you will accept .. I have an elven Ranger named Erendis .. since it's that long after the ring I would have to adjust her and diminish her numenorean heritage ... I also have Haleth per se, human Ranger .. even wrote a shapeshifting Balrog named Flame .. I'm just not good at Hobbits lol |
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| Lynx | 21 Nov 2008, 10:27 PM Post #6 |
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I don't expect many hobbits, so I'll be playing one. At least there'll be one.  Any character is fine, any type, that is, although like I said, Rangers are a little iffy since Numenorean blood's diminished. I don't want too many elves hovering about since there shouldn't be many left. There SHOULD be some reason, though, that the character was mysteriously chosen for this journey, though. I'd like to see anything you've got. If you do have any dubious concerns as to applicability, just throw me a PM. Really, though, I'm willing to be liberal. That was hideously garbled and confusing and I apologise.  @ Sarge - I'll keep my fingers crossed.
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| Haleth | 22 Nov 2008, 07:37 PM Post #7 |
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lolol .. no confusing at all and I'll come up with someone I also noticed that you somehow mix up Rangers and the Dunedain  Ranger is a lifestyle and almost every race can be a Ranger. Not all Dunedain (descendant of the Numenoreans) were Rangers. Whether their blood diminished or not is also questionable, because at Aragorn's time there were still up to 300 Dunedain (the Grey Company in the books) living in the North of Middle Earth - just very scattered. Since they could become 120 years old, there would still be pure blood around .. but you set the rules for this one, just adding my two cents lol |
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| Lynx | 22 Nov 2008, 08:47 PM Post #8 |
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Heehee, good point on the Ranger/Dunedain bit. I do interchange them pretty frivolously, it's a terrible habit... What I meant about the Numenorean blood is that it's pretty much diluted to the point of nonexistence; it's still floating around in some veins somewhere, but it's all over and the Dunedain as a people have more or less fallen into myth... Granted, yes, it would probably take longer than 300 years for this to happen, but that was as far as I wanted to go without having to include, in a realistic timeline, some sort of Industrial Revolution. So. Creative license. Lol. |
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| Sarge | 22 Nov 2008, 08:59 PM Post #9 |
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If I do join, i'll most likely be a dwarf, since they're my favorite race. |
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| Lynx | 22 Nov 2008, 09:12 PM Post #10 |
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Oh, that'd be lovely! I'd love for there to be at least one dwarf, they are awfully fun. Now I'll REALLY keep my fingers crossed. |
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| Haleth | 23 Nov 2008, 08:34 PM Post #11 |
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So here’s what I came up with .. let me know if it’s ok Name: Haleth Race: Human / Easterner / Gypsy Age: 22 Appearance: actually it’s what you see in my signature Height: 5’6” Hair: midnightblack Eye color: obsidian / slightly almond shaped / framed by thick, long lashes Skin: tanned Other distinguishing features: a long scar from my left ankle upwards Personality: Haleth has a wry and cutting sense of humor and brutal honesty about her life and the world in which she lives. In the position of an exotic dancer she travels around with her family, or rather the people who have become her family after hers has been killed by bandits. Haleth is proud and strong willed and despises dishonesty. She has been trained as a ranger, is skilled in using her sword and bow and can hide in the shadows of the trees. Intro: Haleth was bone weary after the hard day, ready for a warm meal, a cool ale and most of all she was ready for sleep. “Curse them,” she moaned softly, “curse them all.” She was a seasoned warrior; had hunted and slain many Orcs in the woods, had seen the harshness of battle and since the day her stepfather and brother had died she was the one to lead and protect her ‘family’. Middle Earth should be a safe place, the evil gone from it with King Elessars reign so long ago. But it wasn’t so. Human were just that .. human. Death and betrayal always walked with them. Friendship a strange word for them. She could feel their loathing towards her appearance every day, no matter how the men ogled her when she danced. She was an easterner, a wandering gypsy and the folks around treated her like she would kill little children in the night. Haleth shook her head slightly trying to take her mind from her duties and walked up the stone steps into the Tavern located at the crossing of the great roads where she used to dance. Haleth was rather small for a woman of eastern descent though muscular and with a strength nobody suspected. She was still young and of a fierce and rough kind of beauty and there was certainly something about her attracting men, but it was not quite what was commonly referred to as “beauty”. No luscious soft hair flapping in the warm wind, no delicate white fingers weaving flower garlands. No Haleth wasn’t like that. Her long hair, usually worn in a losely tied ponytail was the darkest black one could find on Middle-earth. Some said even darker than Sauron’s soul. Her eyes were dark, almost black shining with determination derived from old inheritance. Conversation stopped when she entered the tavern and Haleth felt eyes on her back as she slowly made her way to the bar. There were low whispers and she could feel the tension build as she heard her name passed from lips to lips. Haleth lifted her head proudly to the open stares from other customers, black eyes sparkling in challenge. She was not one to take defeat lightly. If she did take defeat at all, that is. Sipping on the ale the barkeep handed her, Haleth’s gaze wandered around the room, her dark eyes reflecting the candlelight. A scornful smile appeared on her lips and she laughed to herself; the evening would be a disaster, her whole life was a disaster. Absently twirling one silky black tendril around her index finger, she turned her attention to the present guests. She couldn’t make much of what was happening at the nearby tables and the clumsy efforts of the wenches barely managed to bring a smile to her lips. From those gathered at the tables only a tall, dark man could be of any interest. He smelled of riches and power. Her tight-laced top nearly burst under her heavy sigh, the evening was as wearisome as any other, if not worse. The tavern was hardly better than any other she had danced in during the last years to earn her living. Worst of all was that it was located in the middle of nowhere with little to less prospect that anything exciting would ever happen. The place and the job served her purpose though, she couldn’t have found a better place to stay hidden. There was a wild, untamed savagery about her when Haleth’s full lips curled in a bitter smile; a year, maybe two, then she could give up on this farce. RP Sample: Mar Vanwa Tyalieva Talespinners Most of the boards I was on are either MBA or require an account to be able to read. I can pm or e-mail you samples Edited by Haleth, 23 Nov 2008, 08:36 PM.
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| Lynx | 24 Nov 2008, 01:40 AM Post #12 |
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I like, Haleth, very much! Accepted. One question, I did mention the Dhrusian faction having developed in the human bit in the intro, so is that what you intended for your character, or just a general gypsy?
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| StormWolf | 24 Nov 2008, 06:47 AM Post #13 |
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i will join, but only if i can be a Numenorian |
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| StormWolf | 24 Nov 2008, 07:14 AM Post #14 |
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neverming my last comment. I just remembered how much I love Rohan! Will post soon. |
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| DeDanann | 24 Nov 2008, 02:38 PM Post #15 |
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It's nice to see the flag of Tolkien still waving in the fray. I will follow this with great interest. Best of Luck. |
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| Haleth | 24 Nov 2008, 08:00 PM Post #16 |
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YAY!! Haleth is an Easterner - a general gypsy, actually I only mentioned gypsy because she and her family travel around and don't live in a town or village.
I'm glad I found people still interested in Tolkien - or let's say not tired of So looking forward to this .. can we persuade you?
oh yeah .. just remember Eomer *thuds*
Edited by Haleth, 24 Nov 2008, 08:00 PM.
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| Lynx | 24 Nov 2008, 09:09 PM Post #17 |
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Goodie! Looking forward to't, guys... And I'll post mine too, since I just realized I haven't. 
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| Redemption | 24 Nov 2008, 10:04 PM Post #18 |
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hey can I join? |
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| Lynx | 24 Nov 2008, 10:16 PM Post #19 |
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Sure, just punch out a character sheet, Red. I'm gonna organize who's in, who's pending, and how many spots are left... Edited by Lynx, 24 Nov 2008, 10:21 PM.
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| Sarge | 24 Nov 2008, 10:22 PM Post #20 |
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My profile will be coming at you in the next 60-120 minutes. Edit: Ok, here be my character. I'll provide the RP example later. Name: Bakdon Race: Dwarf Age: 135 years Appearance: He is in his prime with a full thick brown beard. His eyes are a deep brown just like his hair. He stands around 4 feet tall. He wears a hard leather smithing tunic when not prepared for battle along with similar leggings and boots. When dressed for combat, he wears a chain-mail vest that is covered by a deep blue tunic laced with plates underneath. He wears an open steel helm on his head. On his legs he has steel greaves and his arms are adorned in a similar manner. He carries a double bladed axe which he keeps straped to his back. Personality:Like most dwarves, he is loud and boasterous. He is also cold to most strangers except those who work in the same craft as him, which is smithing. He is watchful of those he does not know, but will open up around those he knows. Intro: Hailing from the Dwarven kingdom of Erebor, he is considered by his race to be an excellent smith, especially in the area of weapons and armor. Raised around the mix of humans and dwarves that live in the city outside of the dwarves mountain home, he is no stranger to other races, though he still holds the elves in content, as most dwarves do. The reason he specializes in weaponry is because of the need to keep the dwarves, and to a lesser extent, humans of Erebor armed due to cave trolls and other monstrosities that may be lurking in the miles of tunnels that make up the mountain kingdom. Though he is a smith, he can still fight with the best of them, having been taught the ways of the axe during his youth. RP Example: Don't worry, you'll get one. Edited by Sarge, 25 Nov 2008, 12:11 AM.
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| StormWolf | 25 Nov 2008, 12:06 AM Post #21 |
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Name: Branulf Brekkersson Race: Human - Rohan Age: 29 Appearance:Branulf Brekkersson is what one would expect from a son of Rohan. He is tall and strong, his hair unruly with a goatte on his chin. Branulf stands around six feet, four inches with a solid muscular build from wielding the hefty spears, swords, shields, and axes that Riders of the Rohirrim are known for. His armor is the standard for the Rohirrim; scale mail, chainmail, plate armor, boots and a helmet. The one thing he wears that stands out is a Warg pelt that he wears as a cloak upon his shoulders. The cloak means much to him, for it resembles the action that made him a man. These are his most cherished pieces of wargear, descended down his family bloodline from generation to generation. Bloodline Helm ((you get kudos if you get who had this helmet originally)) Bloodline Blade - Hrounting - 5 ft. blade broadsword, one handed. His Horse is of the larger breeds(Belgian Horse) A very strong and powerful animal. It is black furred with a black main and white hair around it's hooves. Other Distinguishing Features: He has a number of scars on his body, mostly from the Warg he now wears upon his back when it was still alive. On his face, he has a scar over his lip, causing a pale line of hairless flesh to appear on his face as well as give him a prickly demeanor. He also has a scar on his nose, cheek, and one that breaks his right eyebrow in two. Personality: For his age, Branulf is very contorlled. He is not vulgar or unpleasant unless he over-indulges in his mead; though that is not saying much. Being part of the Rohirrim, he is well learned in the way of using spears, swords, and axes. He is still an apprentice Rider, but he is well on his way to becoming leader of the Rohirrim itself. His dedication and loyalty is all but over-zealous, but that is expected from his bloodline. If one were to compare Branulf to when he is on an off the field of battle, he is a completely different person. On the battlefield, he is borderline homocidal and phycotic. Some say that it is the fire in his bloodline, or that his horse is some demon, for it has a tendancy to have as much a personality as most people do. Introduction: Branulf Brekkersson galloped at the head of the formation, his mentor by his side. The targets soon came into sight, they all stood in a line, black spots on the golden plains of Rohan. "Ready pikes!" His mentor yelled. In response, the entire front of the formation lowerd their spears foreward, ready to charge into the enemy line. He remembered his lessons, look down the shaft of the spear and make sure you make contact and make it lethal every time. He was but seconds away from contact when the sound of metal splitting a soft target rang forth. When the formation galloped past their targets, they made a round about and surveyed their kills. No one in the formation missed their dummies, all the hits would have killed any orc our Uruk-kai. "Well done lads, now head on home." When they formation returned to their proud city, they broke apart and went to their various other jobs. Brenulf himself went to his anvil and forge. Stripping himself of his armor, he hammered away at his weapons, repairing them and sharpening them; oiling the blades and patching the cracks that his armor gained in practice. His mentor approached him, but before he could speak, Branulf gave his answer, "Sir, no offense, but I think I have earned my break." the mentor nodded and smiled, "None taken, Branulf... no, this is different. There is a council being called. We need to send a representative, and I think you are the most fit..." Branulf scoffed lightly, continuing to hammer away at the cherry red slab of steel on the anvil. "Branulf!" he stopped hammering after is mentor yelled his name in frustration, "Yes sir?" "Branulf, it has been my honor to watch over you and raise you after your parent's demise. I must implore you to do honor to your bloodline and do this. You will wear the mantle of your ancestors soon; I need no elf to see that." The young Rider of Rohan paused and tossed the metal into the bin of water, wiping his face down with a towel before speaking, "Oridin, my old friend, will you get me my helmet?" "Yes Sire Brekkersson" Branulf roled his eyes at the title, no matter if he earned it or not through birth, he didn't like it. RP example: Star Wars: Unleashed Tears or Requiem Edited by StormWolf, 25 Nov 2008, 06:40 AM.
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| Lynx | 25 Nov 2008, 12:57 AM Post #22 |
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Accepted, Sarge and Wolf.
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| StormWolf | 25 Nov 2008, 04:58 AM Post #23 |
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when will the IC be up? |
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| Ryudo | 25 Nov 2008, 07:21 AM Post #24 |
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This sounds amazing! Can I hold a spot for tonight? I'll post my character tomorrow. Is that ok? |
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| Redemption | 25 Nov 2008, 04:07 PM Post #25 |
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okay cool hopefully my character will be up shortly.
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