Yay! My first rpg!

This is set at the Lonely Mountain during the War of the Ring. While Frodo is taking the Ring to Mordor, a battle is going on at the Lonely Mountain between Men of Dale, Dwarves, Elves, and the Easterlings.

Dain Ironfoot, King Under the Mountain, and King Brand of Dale have just been killed in battle, and the dwarves and men of Dale(and maybe a few elves) are being driven back into the Lonely Mountain by the Easterlings.

We're starting in the middle of the battle where the dwarves, men(and maybe a few elves) are being driven into the Mountain. From there we'll rp the seige and maybe add our own plot twist here or there. Most of the characters should be men of Dale or dwarves of the Lonely Mountain, with only one or two elves from Mirkwood.

my bio:
name: Garson Stonehammer
race: dwarf
gender: male
age: 30
weapon: throwing axe, and a big hammer
history: born and raised in the Lonely Mountain.

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I'll be the first to join, DR! *goes off to conjure up a bio*

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Grair Iron hand

Age: 62

Race: Dwarf

Appearance: Red beard generally braided, brown eyes. He tends to wear dark greens and blues. He always has his twin axes with him, but his favorite weapon is the bow.

Attitude/History: He was born in Ered Luin but moved back to Erebor where his father was born after it was retaken. He is kind but tends to have a hot temper and can be found arguing with Maeth at least three times a day. His mother is Nin Stronghelm and his father Bavor Ironhand, he has an older brother named after his father. His mother died in the battle of Five Armies and he has stayed with his father to help support the family, he is especially gifted at working silver. Grair's favorite pastime is haggling with merchants in Dale and flirting with their daughters.

Maethoriel Heledir

Age: 5050

Race: Half-elf

Appearance: Short, dark brown hair and eyes. The left side of her face has one long scar starting above her brow, skipping her eye socket and finishing at her lip.

Weapons: She predominately uses sickles, and knives. She finds swords too cumbersome and is completely useless with a bow.

Maethoriel was born in Mirkwood, and is probably one of the first half-elves of Middle Earth. Her father was a merchant and met her mother when he was trading goods with her father. Her mother died when giving birth to Maethoriel's younger sister, her father was able to hold off on leaving Middle Earth for 100 years before his grief overtook him. He entrusted his daughter's care to her grandfather. After her grandfather died she left Dale and found herself in the depths of Mordor where she was quickly seduced by power. Many years later she deserted the foul land and returned home. She was rather strange in her choice of friends and met a dwarf lady by the name of Nin Irohand, the two were fast friends due to similar interest, after Nin passed on Maethoriel befriended her son, Grair and the two were nearly insperable. Her last name, Heledir (Kingfisher), is more or less a title that she adopted. It was given to her for various reasons. She has few close friends and tells them little about her life.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

( I shall join as my usual Character with a few twists, Hello Eruraina!)

Name: Deawen
Race: Human
age: 18
Apperance: short (only five ft) fair complextion, copper hair that is usually pinned up.
weapons: Very handy with daggers, though she is a adept swordswoman. Preferrs to be on horseback when fighting.
Attitude: Shy, but with those she knows she is very playful, and clever.
History: Deawen was born in Dale, to a horse master. She has lived a rather peacful life save for the violent death of her older brother, who died at Deawen's side in the first battle with the easterlings.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

I'll join, too, if I may

--- Daena ---

Name: Daena Ironjaw

Age: 56

Gender: female

Race: dwarf

Birthplace: Lonely Mountain

Father: Dafur Ironjaw

Status: single

Appearance: Daena is a pudgy little dwarf woman. She has long brown hair and green eyes, she always wears her heavy armour and has an axe in her hand or at least next to her. And she has NO BEARD!!

Personality: Daena is a bit harsh and she often gets angry. She is very kind if people are kind to her and she helps wherever she can. If she knows people better she is really friendly and would do anything for them.

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Evil twin of: Inwe Calaelen

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May I join? Here is my bio. Hope it is okay.

Name: Anira Manwameldiel (Ah-neer-ah Mahn-awh-mell-dee-ell)
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 25
Appearance: http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/2144/a ... urnes6.jpg
Father: Hérion
Mother: Almárëa (deceased)
Brother: Calanon (deceased)
Personality: Strong-willed and dignified, she often masks her tender spirit behind an exterior of steel. However, she is extremely faithful and will do all in her power to defend all whom she loves and holds dear.
Weapons: Bow and Arrow, Twin daggers and a couple of throwing swords

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Awesome! You can all join, and like the bios! We shall start when Rain gets her bio up!

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Okay, here's my bio! (Hi Deawen!)

name: Terrick Bluecrow
age: 27
gender: male
race: human
pic: http://bastion34.deviantart.com/art/Ran ... t-38265369
appereance: brown hair, sea-grey eyes, tanned skin
attire: look at pic. Usually brown leather with green cloak
weapons: sword across his back, bow/arrows
History: Born and raised in the city of Dale, it's possible that he his ancesters weren't from Dale, but really travelers from Gondor. He was one of Brand's cheif archers before he was killed in battle along with Terrick's father and brothers. His sister and mother, meanwhile, take refuge inside the Lonely Mountain while the battle rages on...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Okay, so now we start!

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"Lord Dain and King Brand have fallen!" the cry rang out amung the caos of the battle. Many well-clad dwarves faught side by side with armed men of Dale against fierce Easterlings.

The Easterlings gave a howl of joy at the news, while dwarves curse under their breath, and men wept. Now the men of Dale, and dwarves of the Mountain were being driven back.

Amid the caos of the battle, a young dwarf faught valiantly. Many a head was crushed under his ancestrial hammer of stone that he weilded with skill.

Up he brought it on a jaw, then force it forward into the gut and an Easterling lay dead at his feet. But the numbers of the Easterlings were too many, and slowly the valiant warriors of Erebor were being driven back into the safe fortress in the Lonely Mountain...

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Grair was one of the last of his kinsmen to return to the safety of his home. He had tried to return earlier so as to help plan the counter attack, he blamed his tardiness on the half-elf that he was dragging by the collar into the mountain. The woman was shouting profanities at the enemy in nearly every language she knew, although much to his ears dissapointment most were in the Black Speech. "Thorn!" He shouted at the irate woman who was already back on her feet, bloodied, bruised but standing proudly.

"Yes?" Came the relatively good-natured reply. At this the dwarf merely threw up his hands and wandered off to obtain more news of the battle. The woman had now taken to pacing and twirling a dagger in her hands and now resembled a caged animal.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Deawen sat in the shadows of a hall in the mountain. She was blood stained, bruised, and her left arm was cut deeply. She looked lost or very distant but she wasn't oblivious to her surroundings. Deawen was brouhgt back to reality by the curses of the half-Elf, She nearly jumped out of her skin as the black speech rang in the halls, she thought that the Easterlings had somehow gotten into the mountain. She stood up and reached for her dagger but only saw the half elf. " Oh it's you." she said quietly steping into the light She meant it kindly. Her pale face was smudged with dirt and blood but mostly dirt. " Have you just come from the battle?" she asked

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(erm... I though we were still in the middle of the battle... you know, fighting still? That's what I thought from DR's posts...)

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(yeah, that's what I had meant is that we start while fighting, not after. Sorry if there was any confusion there.)

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(Sorry, my fault. You said they were being pushed back into the mountain.)

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

(Yeah, but they're still fighting... like being forced back during the battle... not fleeing into the Lonely Mountain. Again, sorry for the confusion...)

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(-redoes post-)

Grair stood higher up from than battle than most, there were few dwarf archers to be spoken of and the line he stood in was mostly composed of those from Dale. "It won't be much longer until we have to join the fray," he murmured more to himself than anyone else, his arrows were almost spent and he was becoming a bit restless.

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The woman was in the midst of the battle, cutting out a haphazard path that didn't have a purpose except to keep her moving. Her path was only hindered every once in a while by an Easterling that decided he wanted to face the woman dead on. She generally responded to this by ridding them of their throats or bowels.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me