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spacelady Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 3/31/07 8:07pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth - Date Edited: 3/31/07 8:09pm (1 edits total) Edited By: spacelady
	OOC: Tog, are you attacking the town the entire group is at? You didn't specify. And welcome, Nader! Feel free to jump in anywhere. Start a small fight, or interact with characters. IC as Alatariel Súrion Deep within her thoughts, the Elvish woman's senses picked up almost instantly. Someone was approaching her, but who it was, she was not sure. It was no human for sure. She turned her head quietly and saw Elender gracefully come up to her. She offered a small smile and a nod of acknowledgment to him, returning her green eyes to the plains in front of her. "Enjoying the sights Alatariel. Are you worried as well? The events in the happening are confusing me too. What's on your mind?" Alatariel shook her head at Elender's comment. "I do not believe what is happening and at the same moment, I do not know what that may be. The Goblins have been far too active than I have ever seen before. It does not make sense to me." The Elvish woman shook her head again, "I worry for the future of our kin and the rest of the world." Tag: Elender -----signature----- "So, how do you like my swimming?" Getting married to Darth_Elu on 8/22/09! Supreme Ruler Desreh of the Sith Empire This is my life. Live with no fear.
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Morkai Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 3/31/07 10:40pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	IC: Tyrion Tyrion stirred, sleep eluded him as he ran through the events of the day. The goblins had been unusually well lead and almost seemed to have discipline...it was a worrying thought, He rose silently and strapping on his sword, left his blankets. Tyrion had changed from his ornate armour to the simple grey clothes favored by the Lorien elve's, As he walked, lost in his own thoughts his heightened hearing picked out the fair sounds of conversation up ahead. He silently glided through the shadow enshrouded tree's till he could pick out the figures of Alatariel and the other Elf Lord they had met that day. Tyrion stopped short...his gazed travelled over Alatariels slim beauty, he found himself drawn towards her as a moth to a flame, what made him feel like this? he had no idea but it was disconcerting for a warrior who's only thoughts for the past thousand years had been the presevation of his people. TAG:All -----signature----- Eviserate the prolitariat-Stewie Griffin out of the way dopey-Mick Dundee up the ANZAC's !!!! KBD...."i cant believe i drank the whole thing"- Danny Boy
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spacelady Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 3/31/07 10:54pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth - Date Edited: 3/31/07 10:57pm (1 edits total) Edited By: spacelady
	IC as Alatariel Súrion Alatariel quietly waited for Elender's response when she felt eyes upon her and Elender, but mostly upon her. Blinking for a moment, she turned and focused her Elvish eyesight in the direction of the watcher. Tyrion. A smile appeared on her face without warning or consent. "Greetings, Tyrion. I see you are having troubles sleeping as well?" She smiled some more and brought a strand of hair behind her Elven tipped ear and watched his form silently. The wind continued its gentle breeze, sending her hair and gown fluttering about. It was odd to see him without his armor, which was something she hardly did see. Instead of the Elvish armor, it was a gray Elvish outfit. Tag: Tyrion and Elender -----signature----- "So, how do you like my swimming?" Getting married to Darth_Elu on 8/22/09! Supreme Ruler Desreh of the Sith Empire This is my life. Live with no fear.
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Darph_Nader Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 4/1/07 3:13pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	OOC: Sorry this is so long, but I wanted to establish the character. If I did anything wrong, Pm me and I'll fix it as quick as possible. IC NEVATAR OF MIRKWOOD: Bodies lay everywhere. The crackle of burning straw and wood, and the moans of the wounded filled one Elf's ears. The animals, seemingly oblivious to the carnage that had swept through the area, continued about their usual activities now that danger had passed. A lone figure strode through the area, leading his horse around the corpses and obstacles in his way. When he passed a severely wounded Orc, he paused, looking down upon the creature. Their eyes met for a moment as the Elf raised his foot, and brought it down hard on the Orc's neck. It wasn't barbarous to the Elf; the creature wouldn't have lived much longer anyway. As the Elf and his horse continued through the sacked village, the Elf halted in front of one house, seemingly untouched. A small child sat inside next to a woman's body, most likely her mother's, begging the woman to wake up. The child couldn't have been older that two or three. The Elf frowned, feeling genuine pity for the child. But there was nothing the Elf could do for the child. So, he continued on. The Elf, known to some as Nevatar, to others as Farwalker, continued through the village. --- --- --- --- Night came on as Nevatar traveled across the plains of Rohan. He was tired; his horse was tired. A village rose off in the distance, it torches illuminating itself amidst the darkness. As the Elf crossed the plain between him and the village, he contemplated what he'd seen earlier that day. He had no knowledge of any war parties out as far as Rohan. And judging by the condition of the Orcs and Goblins slain, someone, or some people, put up quite a fight. His horse slowed for a moment. The two had been riding unusually hard ever since Nevatar had left Gondor. He couldn't figure out why, but he had the feeling that something malevolent was trailing him. The village was close now, and a guardsman stepped out in front of Nevatar, hand raised with palm out. "Halt!" Nevatar stopped a few feet in front of the guardsman. The guard grasped his sword, and looked Nevatar over. "What is your business?" the guardsman inquired. "I'm travelling through," Nevatar replied, "and was hoping to find someplace to put up for the night." The guard wasn't convinced. "An Orc party has beend marauding through this area, and -" "Yeah, I noticed," interrupted Nevatar. The gaurd stopped for a moment, and fumbled over his words. Nevatar smirked as the guard gained control of his mouth. "We need to take precautions. There is reason to believe you could be an Orc spy." Nevatar snorted. "What makes you think that?" It was the guard's turn to smirk. "Who else would wander through an area just attacked?" Nevatar ran his fingers through his hair as he thought. "Good point." The Elf leaned forward. "But do you have any proof?" The guard thought for a moment. "Well, no." "Were you given orders to keep people out?" "No." "Do I look like an Orc or Goblin?" "No." The guard sighed. "I'll let you in. But if I find out you are a spy, I'll run my sword through your heart." Nevatar directed his horse past the guard, and conitnued into the city. "Oh, by the way," the guard called after him. "Are you an Elf?" Nevatar stopped his horse, and turned around in his saddle, and gave him an incredulous look. "Yeah." "Oh. You don't look like one." --- --- --- --- After situating his horse in the stables, Nevatar walked around the village, looking for someplace to stay. As he walked, he noticed three people standing atop a nearby hill. They were conversing, but what exactly they were saying he couldn't make out. He found the Inn, and entered to find an old man behind the desk. "Can I help you?" the old man asked. "Yes. Do you have a room available?" The man looked over his book. "Let's see... yes, we have a vacancy. Twelve rooms, twelve - no, six - vacancies." The man chuckled for a moment. "I usually don't get a lot of business, you see." Nevatar smirked. "Yes, I see." The old man led Nevatar down a hallway to a back room. It was small, but it would do. "Not the most spacious room ever, but it's one of the best I've got." The old man scratched the back of his head. "The bathroom's down the hall. If you need anything, just shout and I'll come by." And with that, the old man left Nevatar. He tossed his bags on the cot, and looked over the room. No hidden panels, or anything like that. But the night was still young. So, Nevatar went back outside. As he walked, a drunken man stumbled up to him. "Hey, you an Elf?" the man slurred as he stopped in front of the Elf. "Yeah." The man smiled lopsidedly. "I've killed fifty Elves, great and small - I'm the king of them all!" Nevatar nodded. "That's great." As Nevatar tried to walk around the enebriated man, the drunk moved right back in his way. "You're not so much different than the last one I dropped." A light of recognition filled his eyes. "You are the one I killed!" The man clumsily pulled out his sword, and tried to cleave Nevatar in half. Nevatr hopped back, out of the sword's range. As The sword swung past Nevatar, he rushed the man, rendering the sword ineffective. He jammed his knee inbetween the man's legs, and simultaneously wedging his fist into the man's stomach. The drunk fell to the floor in a heap, moaning in pain. Nevatar rubbed his knuckles, and continued down the street. He looked back up at the group of three.They seemed to be discussing something, and since he didn't have anything else to do, he slowly approached the group. TAG: those in the group, Tog, anyone D_N -----signature----- Padawan of humorosity to Commander-DWH! RPG Master to WISE_JEDI12! No, I am NOT Ralph Nader.
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DarthSubZero Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 4/1/07 4:01pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	IC: As Hector Bronzehides the II Tavern in said town ------------------- It was some time after the Goblin raid. He found Lilliathyn Ciddell as one of the survivors of the Goblin raid. He has since provided her a place to stay after the raid. Being perhaps a hero in the army, the keeper of a local hotel, was happy to oblige. Now he was with fellow soldiers. Lightfoot, his horse, was happily parked in the entrance, munching on the grass without much worry. There were rumors from scouts that there was goblin activity near yet town....yet there were onky rumors, not the real thing, so he dedcided not to concern himself about it, even though it was brought up in the conversing. "Bah! You don't really believe it do you?" A soldier said, while sipping on some ale. "Why not? They certainly seem credible!" The guard said in retaliation. Hector kept his mouth shut during the entire conversation....his attention was on a confrontation between two fellow patrons of the tavern. Nevatar and old man posted: As he walked, a drunken man stumbled up to him. "Hey, you an Elf?" the man slurred as he stopped in front of the Elf. "Yeah." The man smiled lopsidedly. "I've killed fifty Elves, great and small - I'm the king of them all!" Nevatar nodded. "That's great." As Nevatar tried to walk around the enebriated man, the drunk moved right back in his way. "You're not so much different than the last one I dropped." A light of recognition filled his eyes. "You are the one I killed!" When the man "recognized" the elf, he pulled out his sword and tried to attack...he was quickly dropped by the elf, in which he calmky left afterward. "Nice swordsplay, King of the Elves!" one patron mocked, Hector only turned away. The man was angry now, taking his sword and charged at the unarmed patron...now Hector stood up, drew one of his two swords, and parried the strike, buffetting the sword away from the man, and then hit him with the hilt in the face, knocking him out. Hector only watched as the man slumped, not stirring. "Sorry for the scuffle." He said, flipping a coin at the bar keep. "No trouble, Hector. He was a bag of slime anyway," the keep said, winking in returned. Hector waved at the patrons, and left the tavern, taking his horse and riding away to his home. TAG: Any -----signature----- You know for a second, I forgot what came after "With Great Power.."! Starkiller>Vader
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NickLitYouAFlame Title: Autumn RPF Awards - Best RPer Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/1/07 7:30pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth - Date Edited: 4/1/07 7:33pm (1 edits total) Edited By: NickLitYouAFlame
	IC: Elender Elender thought about what Alatariel said and before he could answer he heard the footsteps of another joining the two. "Greetings Tyrion. How goes the slumber?" "Alatariel let us inform Tyrion of our worries. Shall we not?"[?" Before Alatariel could interject, Elender spoke to the male elf. "Tyrion, myself and Alatriel are worried about the events in the happening and the events to come. What insight do you bring? Do you know anything about these strange goblins?" Tag: spacelady and Morkai -----signature----- I don't know.
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JediMasterAnne Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 4/1/07 7:59pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	IC: Lilliathyn Cidell The group had made it to a nearby village, and chose to stop at the local inn for the night. What they would do in the morning, Lilliathyn did not know. At the moment, she didn't even know if they included her. She didn't know where the Elves or Hector planned on going from here, or if she would be allowed to accompany them. There was Élyn to consider, after all. Travelling to some unknown destination over an indefinite period of time did not make for a stable lifestyle, and was not the best way to raise a child. On the other hand, they had nowhere to go, and in Lilliathyn's opinion, she was unlikely to feel any safer here than anywhere else. She had not felt truly safe since Éor's death. Nor had she had a decent night's rest, and tonight was no exception. She had slept peacefully for a while, but a restless mind and a hungry infant did not make for optimal sleeping conditions. Even after Élyn had been fed and once again fallen asleep, Lilliathyn was unable to calm her troubled mind. Finally, she gave up and decided to take a short walk around the village, hoping that a little fresh air and some light exercise might help her relax. Strapping a dagger around her waist for protection, she wrapped her cloak around herself and Élyn--she had long since returned Alatariel's cloak to its rightful owner--she locked the door to her room and went outside. There was a light breeze blowing, and the feel of it was both soothing and refreshing. Passing the stables at the back of the inn, she considered taking Calamir out with her--her horse had been found wandering not far from the wreck of the ruined village--but decided against it. On a hilltop nearby, she could see a small group of people, and as she got closer, she recognized Alatariel, and two of the others had been among the other Elves that had arrived at the village. The other she did not remember seeing before. They were talking about something, she couldn't quite hear what, but she had a hunch that it had to do with what had happened earlier that day. Unsure if she should get involved in the discussion, she found a tree not far from where the group was talking, and sat down underneath it, leaning against the trunk and staring at the night sky. Tag: Any
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Morkai Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/2/07 2:10am Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	IC: Tyrion Silverblade "Tyrion, myself and Alatriel are worried about the events in the happening and the events to come. What insight do you bring? Do you know anything about these strange goblins?". Tyrion stroked the scar on his cheek as the other rested lighty on his sword hilt, he moved up to the others stopping next to Alatariel as he pondered the question. Slowly he answered, a stray gust of wind causing his white/blonde hair to flutter behind his head like a pale banner (in Elvish) "There is much that is a cause for peturbation, these goblins were disciplined...almost unheard of, and their chieftain shows leadership not at all common among a race who only live for killing, even in several of the mordor campaigns against us in the last age...they were but animals". His eyes closed for a second as he tasted the freshening wind before continuing "There had been reports of warg rider activity near our borders from my scouts but not like this, i think there is only one action we can take and that is to go to this human settlement the goblin chieftain described to me and confront him there". TAG: Elender, Alatariel -----signature----- Eviserate the prolitariat-Stewie Griffin out of the way dopey-Mick Dundee up the ANZAC's !!!! KBD...."i cant believe i drank the whole thing"- Danny Boy
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Twinky_Stryder Registered: Nov '03	Date Posted: 4/2/07 4:09am Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	IC: Isilmé Nobody had objected or commented on her following them to the village and then the tavern, so Isilmé decided that this meant it was allowed. She had kept to herself and gotten some sleep, but woke in the night to the sound of somebody moving about. She stepped outside carefully, relishing in the cold breeze on her cheeks. She noticed some distance away the woman she had met sat under a tree. Isilmé strode over to he and knelt down. "Are you alright?" TAG: JediMasterAnne -----signature----- Ranger of FFUK I don't care, I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me FFUK awards 2006 Best Female Poster What about the Twinky?- Ghostbusters
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spacelady Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 4/2/07 9:55am Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	IC as Alatariel Surion Alatariel stood silent and watched Tyrion approach Elender and her, standing at her side. She trained her green eyes on him and listened intently. "There is much that is a cause for peturbation, these goblins were disciplined...almost unheard of, and their chieftain shows leadership not at all common among a race who only live for killing, even in several of the mordor campaigns against us in the last age...they were but animals" The Elvish woman nodded in agreement to the Elvish statement, and replied softly in Elvish as well. "Your thoughts on this Goblin movement is correct. I have never seen such...formality in the way they fought." "There had been reports of warg rider activity near our borders from my scouts but not like this, i think there is only one action we can take and that is to go to this human settlement the goblin chieftain described to me and confront him there" Alatariel thought what Tyrion had said over and folded her arms across her chest, "and what of the women? Especially the mother and her child? I do not know of the other, but I do know that this mother has no where to retreat to...no family." A sharp gust of wind picked up suddenly, sending her brown hair and gown fluttering and flapping. She relaxed her arms and then turned her head, scanning the area. Her Elvish eyesight then caught sight of two forms not very far. A small smile appeared on her fair face. "And it seems they cannot sleep as well." Tag: Tyrion and Elender -----signature----- "So, how do you like my swimming?" Getting married to Darth_Elu on 8/22/09! Supreme Ruler Desreh of the Sith Empire This is my life. Live with no fear.
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NickLitYouAFlame Title: Autumn RPF Awards - Best RPer Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/2/07 1:53pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	IC: Elender "The women and child are a problem but the other, the young maiden, can fight. I haven't witnessed but no one carries a sword for show. I tihkn the young human may surprise us. Like the other one." Elender looked out breifly at the town, then up at the moon. He spoke in Elven this time, quietly and thoughtful. "Even if we find a place to keep that family we are but four elves and two humans plus a party of fifty that cannot contest with the Mordor threat being housed at this Camp Scragg spoke of. If anything first we need to find troops to aide us. Maybe the Rohirrim." Tag: spacelady, Morkai -----signature----- I don't know.
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DarthSubZero Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 4/2/07 2:34pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	IC: As Hector Bronzehides the II ----------------------------------- As Hector got out of the tavern, he decided to watch where the young elf (young by in elven standards of course) went to next. He seemed to be gathering with other elves... ....ones which were familiar faces, Alatariel and Tyrion he recognized instantly...yet there were two others he failed to recognize. He took no note of it, as he decided to saddle up, and ride back home, pulling the reins abit before he rode off into the night. TAG: the Elves -----signature----- You know for a second, I forgot what came after "With Great Power.."! Starkiller>Vader
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JediMasterAnne Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 4/2/07 3:07pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	IC: Lilliathyn Cidell "Are you all right?" Lilliathyn turned to see the young woman, Isilmé, kneeling next to her. Offering the girl a small smile, she nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I was having a little trouble sleeping, that's all," she told her. Tag: Twinky_Stryder, any
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Darph_Nader Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 4/2/07 4:40pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	IC NEVATAR OF MIRKWOOD: As Nevatar approached the group, he heard someone shout at him from behind. He thought about finding the source of the noise, but his attention was more focused on the group's discussion. Apparently, it was over Orcs. "There is much that is a cause for peturbation, these goblins were disciplined...almost unheard of, and their chieftain shows leadership not at all common among a race who only live for killing, even in several of the Mordor campaigns against us in the last age...they were but animals," One of them said, to Nevatar's surprise, in Elvish. Another nodded. "Your thoughts on this Goblin movement is correct. I have never seen such...formality in the way they fought." Nevatar walked closer, until he was basically standing in the midst of the group. "Are you talking about that village that was hit recently?" TAG: those in the group OOC: Sorry this one's so short. D_N -----signature----- Padawan of humorosity to Commander-DWH! RPG Master to WISE_JEDI12! No, I am NOT Ralph Nader.
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NickLitYouAFlame Title: Autumn RPF Awards - Best RPer Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/2/07 4:46pm Subject: RE: War of Middle Earth
	IC: Elender Elender looked to the intruder. He was an elf too. "Greetings sire. May I have your name?" Elender turned to Alatariel and Tyrion and spoke in an Archaic Elven that the arriving elf would'nt understand. "We will continue the conversaion with more privacy." He turned back to the new elf waiting for his reply. Tag: spacelady, Morkai, Darph_Nader -----signature----- I don't know.
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