Anotherone of my dingy RP's
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The One Ring is destroyed, and with it Sauron, as was once Morgoth of old.
But now the master of darkness is gone, what happens to the Children of the Night, the Maiar demons of old, Thuringwethil's beloved children, the mightiest vampires of old?
Will they wither and die, or will they find strength and resolve to carry on untill eternity, or be allowed to cross the sea with the elves?

Dont ask if you can join, you know I'll say 'Please do' and 'Thank you' anyway.
Bios arent a necessity, though they are preffered if you would like to RP an older, stronger vampire
If you want to RP a human, just tell me Name and Age^^

Characters so far:
Sadron Rissien - Rhavaniel
Rhavaniel Falathiel - Rhavaniel
Atalante Mithivrin- Meldawen
Nenya Súrion-Keira Undómë

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Cowards, that was what they where. Hiding, under the rocks as the summons for the march had come 'Rally to me, my children! My recivers of the Dark Gift!'
Oh how they had feared the outcome, had the two twins, the dawn and dusk. Hidden they had, terrified of their own shadows, yet both unwilling to admitt it.
If the dark forces had triumphed, their powers would've increased beyond mesurement, but they hadnt wanted to win had they? They felt guilt with each kill, and remorse, an suffeering- did that make them good? Or did the fact that they needed to kill, and loved the feel of the blood in their mouths, and the sound of the heart racing, pumping the blood into their mouths make them evil?
They feared the justice of the King of Gondor, of all who would judge them...
Sadron sat opposite his sister in a hole in the ground, he was so much more light loving, and kind than her, and the older of the two twins. Rhavaniel was curled into a fetall position, sharp, deep eyes glazed over in a fever dream. She had'nt been coping very well without the blood of mortals.
And who is to blame her? he thought sighing Rats are no more meal than lizards of snakes...
A tiny fire burned inside, offering a slight source of light. A small hole in the ground above them channeled the smoke away from their beautifull forms.
Bones littered the floor; it stank of death and even the insects avoided it.
How long had they been hiding? Many years? Or had it only been a few days?
He had dreamt of the victory of men- one of those dreams that could only be truth, they had felt Saurons power ebbe away like blood itsself...
Footsteps sounded over head, reaching over the fire, he gently shook his sister, who seemed so at peace at last.
She started and sat up, eyes wild. When had they last spoken? Again unknown, the fear that someone might hear them was too great.
She shived slightly, as both reached out to scatter the fire, stop the small waft of smoke from rising.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

I'll join! But with who...hmmm...let's go with Atalante...

Name: Atalante Mithivrin
Race: Human, but with a tiny bit of elf somewhere in her lineage.
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Hair: Dark brown, wavy. Not very long, but enough to reach past her shoulders.
Eyes: Brown, quite large.
Facial appearance: Quite pale naturally, with a small straight nose and high cheekbones. Gives the impression of delicacy.
Other appearance: Very slender and not strong.
Personality: Insecure, but gentle and kind. Can be shy and is not very brave.
History: She can’t remember, except her name. She woke up in the middle of Mirkwood in the middle of the night and has no recollection of why she was there. She knows she must have known elves, because her name is Elvish.

Where exactly are Rhavaniel and Sadron? Just so I know if I should join a certain way...

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[Hmm... Somewhere between the Black Gates and Gondor]

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[Oh, perfect]

There were voices and a hard thump overhead. Two Gondorian soldiers faced a young woman who had fallen to the ground - though more likely one of them had pushed her. She looked very elvish but was in fact human. "We don't want any of your kind near the White City," said one, stubbornly, and he and his companion turned to go. The young woman hauled herself to her feet, angry. "You forget all that the Elves did for you!" she yelled. "You ungrateful swine!" She leaned against a tree and fought back tears, having nowhere to go and knowing that the lands between Gondor and Mordor were not safe to be in at this particular point.

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At that moment, Sadron gave a load yelp, as he accidently actually placed his hand in the flames. He sprang up, banging his head, and causing showers of earth to rain down about them.
This was more than he had moved for what seemed like an age. Had they sat here like statues for so long?
What should've been a diisgusting burn, was just stonelike in its smoothness- the purest white marble.
He looked at his sister, and his other hand, so cold, so icy... So-
A large block of earth fell between them, throwing up another cloud of dust.

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The young woman scrambled into an upright position and moved away, one hand to her mouth. She looked quite jumpy, if not outright scared. "Is - is someone there?" she said very timidly, her brown eyes very large.

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A croak came out of his mouth as he scrambled up, and hammered his fists on the 'ceiling' the sudden minimisation of space terrifiing him.
The woman stood warily up, listning to the other voice silently.

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The young woman pressed her lips together, not knowing if she should run or stand her groud. "Who's there?" she asksed again, louder.

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His hands broke free of the surface, and he hauled himself up, breathing heavily. He stopped, and stared at the woman nearby, eyes widening in shock.

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The young woman likewise stared at him round-eyed, her hands pressed to her mouth. Her voice got noticeably higher and squeakier. "Who - who are you?" she repeated.

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Name: Nenya Súrion.
Age: 23.
Eyes: Dark brown, very deep.
Hair: Very dark brunette.
Looks: Average height, fit and agile, healthy.
Weapons: Silver longsword with metalic green hilt. Rohirric dagger.
Horse: Nellas.

How shall i start?

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Sadron made a sing for water; forming a 'cup' with his hand, and pretending to tip it down his throaght. His large eyes looked pleadingly at her as he repeated the gesture.
Somewhere beside him, anotherhand appeared from the earth, scrabbling aroung, then retreating, and thumping at it from below.
After a while, the second figure crawled out, spitting the murky earth.

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(I'm really bad at starting, what shall i do?)

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[Maybe you can hear the commotion and come and see what it was; or perhapps you followed Atalante's guards?]

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The young woman frowned and then understood. She looked around, and after crashing ungracefully through the woods to a stream, she managed to get some water in a leaf and bring it back. She made to hand it to Sadron, still wary, and cast an uneasy eye over to his companion.

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Nenya sat alone in the forest, washing herself in the cool stream, suddenly, a young woman bounded thru the forest and gathered some water. She did'nt see Nenya, sitting alone, staring wide eyed at her.

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