It's the Third Age, and a group of warriors join together out of pure coincidence. They travel around, and fight bands of orcs, goblins, trolls, Uruk-kaih, and other fell creatures. Eventually they end up battleing at Helm's Deep, and the battle of Minas-Tirith, then on to the Black Gate. So, we're kind of following the Lord of the Rings story line a little.

So yeah... any race can do.

Cherries here:
http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtop ... 090#713090

So, yeah!

IC:

Crourin hugged his cloak closer around him, while directing his horse through the snow with his other gloved hand. The sun was setting, and he had to find shelter soon up on the mountain pass. And was glad to find a small cave along the trail, and an overhang that he could easily climb up on to see the surrounding landscape.
Quickly he lighted a fire, and chewed on some beef jerky, keeping an eye on the cave entrance. The fire would deffinantly bring welcome and unwelcome vistiters alike...

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Heres mine.
http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=14425


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Narmithwen had walked for hours though these mountain. She hated them, they were to high for her liking. The snow wipped around her face like an angery specter. Her cheaks were raw with the effects of wind burn and she pulled her hood farther over her face.
"Come on Galahir," she said to the horse she was leading, for the mountain pass was to dangerus to risk her beloved horse's death from riding, "I think I see a fire up ahead."

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Rhavaniel sighed to herself. She hardly felt the cold anymore.
She wandered these desolate mountains nubming the pain of her life- a pain that she understood and hated herself for. Pulling her her cloak nearer, she stepped over the snow, enjoying the pain it caused n her bare feet- Harsh, but for one such as her, not completely unpleasant.
A warm red glow caught her emerald eyes, and she quickend her pace, eager to find company.
The cave was indeed lit up, and as she reached the entrance, brushing the snow off her shoulders - though which was paler none could say- she looked into the eyes of a young man, a ranger no doubt.
"May I?" she asked, stepping closer, and bowing her raven head slighty.

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Narmithwen walked her horse quickly towards to glow. Even thought the snow obscured her eye-sight she made out two people. One was a woman, standing by the outskirts of the firelight. The other was a man. A ranger, one of her own kind. Even so she stopped Galahir and took Icebiter for her saddle and strapped the hand-and-a-half sword to her waist. Many had become corrupted by the shadow in this time. With that done she started to walk to the fire.

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Crourin nodded at his guest, supprised she wore no shoes in this cold climate. Not long he saw another in the distance.
Seems a fire brings all sorts of company in a place like this he thought, smiling inwardly at himself, and taking another bite of his jerky...

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Narmithwen walked into the light of the fire. The woman she had seen was an elf, like her mother, with midnight black hair like her own. There was a bay horse also who appeared to be own by the ranger. Narmithwen looked at both of them and said “Would you share the firelight with another on this cold night?”

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Crourin nodded.
"Gladly. It gets lonely up here in the mountains. The name's Crourin, of the Dunadain."

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This is not in the RP, but what mountain range are we on?

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"My's Narmithwen, but freinds call me Armith. I'm Half-Elf, Half-Dunadain.

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Crourin smiled.
"Good to meet you. Were are you headed?"

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"Noware in particular. I have wanderer's feet, can't stay in one place for more than a week or so." laughed Armith, "But I am thinking Rohan, my horse Galahir would like that, how about you."

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"I was heading to Rohan as well. I understand the wandering spirit." Crourin replied.
"C'mon, sit. It's hard traveling in this weather. Want some jerky?"

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'Sure. What about you, were are you going," she asked the black haired elf.

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Fearan nudged Middi onward, excited for the blaze ahead. He has so clumsily dropped his flint, and it had burried itself in the snow, never to be found. He had thought he and Middi would have to travel all the way to the next villiage to be warmed, but now the prospect of a warm fire lightened his heart. As he came closer, he could se that thee were already others there. He dismounted and led Middi to the fire "Sorry for intruding, but I have no fire. Would you mind if I warmed myself by yours?

"Seeing as we are all here," said Armith to the brown haired Ranger," You might as well. Were do you come from and were are you headed?"

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"I don't really know" Fearan answered "I'm headed south, but no particular location. And you?"

(so none knows why they are headed to Misty Mountains?? this gives me nothing but a confusion. How can I jump in??)

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