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Intro:

This RP shall occur around the 44th year of the Fourth Age and I shall control three characters total: Dhodrimme, Sagen, and Naznor (The ultimate evil in the story), though anyone is welcome to be a second-hand, or a commander, for the main enemy if they are wanting to play someone evil.

Note: I did not create this RP entirely on my own. I thank Aemornion for his highly valuable imagination in beginning the plot and for the knowledge he wields concerning such detailed manners, and I thank Sprunkit for his assistance concerning a certain issue I had about the plantiri, which shall come into play in this RP, and I also thank my split personality, Naznor, for agreeing to participate in said-RP... *shifty eyes* er wait, drat my secret’s out... anywho...

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The Rules:

1. (Most likely the most important) No drastic powers, such as healing,
conjuring elements, and teleporting. I want this to be as natural as
possible. You can have skills, such as good fighting abilities, and you
can be skilled at tending wounds and such, but nothing drastic.

2. No powerplaying without permission, since this may come off as rude to some people, and thus create an awkward RP. Powerplaying or GodModding is when you create actions and reactions for your fellow RP'ers and you post them as your post without permission from them personally. Basically GodModding is also when you try to take over the RP and make it focus on you and your situation without permission from the creator of the RP.

3. If you join this RP late, please read the whole thread before posting.
It will cut down on confusion.

4. I would much prefer to see experienced RP’ers join, ones who are willing to create long and sensible posts; no one liners please, when possible! In other words, keep your one-liners to an extreme minimum!

5. Last, but not least, give everyone a fair chance to participate. I know
things get out of hand and we all have a hard time with considering
everyone, but we can at least try. (So that I know you have read these rules carefully, post the word “Aerana” at the end of your character post when you first join) So be good, and have fun! I look forward to RPing with you.

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The Briefing:

After Aemornion and Dhodrimme arrived for a brief visit to the land of Imladris, a message of this content was brought to Aemornion by one named Rindor: “Milord.... the darkness of the Mountains of Angmar has awoken again but in a more fouler shape then those of the Black Riders who are no more. Fornost is laid under seige by goblins and foul beasts of the north, the thing driving them..... is beyond our reach. Isilhir came back to Minas Tirith on the morning you left bringing the message that the North kingdom is in dire need of assistance in this sudden attack. I rode out at once for the Lord told me you ran out on a swift errand to this place. Forces are mustering in Anorien and most likely we will have some of the Rohirrim to aid us as well. You are to take control of the Gondorian force....”

To which Aemornion replied then questioned “How big is the enemy force? And what is this thing that drives the fallen enemy so swift against our brothers from the north?”

“Scouts reported a few thousand strong, but the numbers are not so burdensome for when he comes even the stoutest in heart flee for the terror is big in him. He calls himself..... Naznor” Was the answer.

Fear struck Dhodrimme at that moment, for she knew the name all too well; an age old enemy which had been unheard from for years, though by the mentioning of the name, the memory was brought back. (If you’d read Dhodrimme’s bio, under the name Silmarwen Idril, you would find mention of Naznor, though the story goes far beyond what is told, and shall be built upon within this RP when chance is given)

And so it was that Aemornion set off, while Dhodrimme secretly set in her own direction shortly after, to the Grey Mountains, North of Mirkwood, East of Angmar, where she knew Naznor dwelt within those ranges.

Days continued to pass as Aemornion returned to the white city where the troops were gathering, and all was set for departure, and so it was that many men set out to aid their kin in the far north. They traveled light, and swiftly they entered the plains of Rohan where a fair host of the Rohirrim joined their company. Soon the great Gap of Rohan stood infront of them as many horses and men galloped through the main road leading to the west. Within a few days the force reached the boarders of the kingdom once known as Cardolan but now it was united again with Athedain and Rhudaur into one that was ever known as Arnor. Aemornion rode at the head of the column together with many other captains of Gondor and Marshals of the Riddermark. Their faces were held grim but they knew for what cause they went, and they knew well what their mission was, for that was the life they lived for. A week after they had left the lands of Gondor, they reached the main city of Anor, and Anuminnas stood before them near the great lake.

Meanwhile, Dhodrimme and her son, Sagen, had arrived to Ered Mithrin, the Grey Mountains, but illness delayed Dhodrimme, while the boy, still yet young, procured the herbs needed to bring her to fair health again, and then they continued on their way. The trail was cold when they finally arrived to the deeper hills, but they followed it nonetheless and passing after a time Mount Gundabad, thus nearing Angmar. The trail led them on, yet between them and their only safety laid an army and the dark enemy...

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My Character:

Name: Dhodrimme Rualanna

Once known as Silmarwen Idril before the revealing of her Star-born appearance

Gender: Female

Birth Year: First year of the Third Age

Race: Half Elf, half star-born

Other: Keeper of the Ruaathiat, Star of Flame[fire], the star of her mother, a star-born.

Appearance: Long flaxen hair, which shimmers with a silver tone, usually kept in elvish fashion, but at times pulled into a loose bun or simply let loose. Silver-grey eyes, and a fair, though mature face. Tall, in elf fashion, but not overly tall, around the height of 5' 8" Slender, yet in good shape; strong and agile.

Clothing: Usually leather arm guards, of elven design, a dark green shirt with a tan leather slender form cut vest. Black or dark green pants, slim fitting, with almost knee high dark leather boots, of much the same design of the arm gaurds. During travel, often wears a green-grey cloak, though when casual with attire, prefers a silken grey cloak, or silken black with silver threading and embroidery along the edges.

Weapons/Equipment: A sword of special crafting, given to her by King Elessar, which she named Tahlathemar, meaning “Blade of Honor”. Carries also two knives, simple but efficient. A bow she keeps at all times, with several well made Lorien arrows.

Animals: A feisty bright bay mare, named Shavain, meaning “Sun Storm” and a falcon, named Saenae, meaning “Wood Whisper”. Also keeps company with a large collie by the name of Rueshin, though it is mostly a pet of her son, Sagen.

History: Rather lengthy, so no need to read the entire thing if you can’t swallow it.
The story begins here first: http://www.freewebs.com/silmarwenidril/mystory.htm

Then when the change occurs, it goes here: http://www.freewebs.com/dhodrimme/journ ... drimme.htm

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Name: Charsagen the Valiant (Char-say-jin)
Or: Sagen (Say-jin)

Race: Elf-Starborn/ Numenorean lineage-Human

Gender: Male

Age: 13

Hair: Brown tousled hair.

Eyes: Bright and curious green

Clothing: Simple travel clothes at most times, mostly in the fashion of ranger’s garb.

Belongings: His mother’s lighter sword, Numil, and a bow with fair, straight, arrows.

Personality: Kind, caring, and polite in manners, he thinks more of others than he does himself, and even though he is young, he is still wise and strong, having learned swordplay at an even younger age, also being skilled at bow and horseback, skills taught to him by his mother and Rotherf, an elf and close friend.

History: (Tis Dhodrimme’s son... his history is her history)

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Naznor needs no history, since he’s a mystery anyway. His story will unfold for sure...

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Right, now you’ve got the gist of it, I should hope, and are now ready to dig out a character, post it, and begin. Remember, play by the rules, and respect the “directors” Aemornion and Myself.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

First of all I thank Dhodrimme for the detailed introduction to the plotline that we will cover out through this RP. I told her I would scorn her for staying up late to get this done but seemingly that good old stubborn character of her's won the day, in this case, the night!

Feel free to join in if you accept the above mentioned rules and guidelines. Keep your characters real along with your posts and fun is garantueed!

As soon as we will gather a few new people, we will begin....

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My character:

Full Name: Maethor Aemornion, son of Berenion
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Numenorian line - South Dunedain)
Age: 43
Born: 1.(Fourth Age) - South Ithilien
Profession / Titles: Captain of the 1st master battalion of Minas Tirith, Wielder of The Sword of Ecthelion, Captain of the White Tower.
Residance: Minas Tirith, Ithilien, Dol Amroth
Weapons: The sword of Ecthelion, two hunting knives, Elenglos (double edged strong dagger forged by unknown elven smithies long ago. Recieved it as a generous gift from an high-elven lady of the star-born line)


Physical description: 5'10" (180cm), dark-hazel eyes, very short dark hair and slightly tanned skin. Like most Gondorians has a well built frame; stout neck, wide shoulders, strong torso, long legs and powerful arms. Usually is clad in his battle uniform consisting of a mail-shirt that is covered by a sleeveless leather jacket with a symbol of the white tree engraved over the chest, light armor plates fastened on the shoulders, dark breeches, black leather boots and a dark belt strapped around his waist with a forged mithril clip with golden insignia. Also he wears a long and broad black-silver cape pinned with a silver star brooch around the neck and dark-maroon leather wrist straps (vambraces) marked with the white tree of Gondor. On the battlefront is clad in full Gondorian infantry body armor and wears a cold-forged gondorian shield-wing helmet and gauntlets.

History and the rest: http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=89748

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Aerana

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

Name-Elenanna Lothenedhel

Translation- Stargift, Blossom of Elves

Race:Silvan Elf (please correct me if I'm wrong..)

Birth Year-SA 1441

Hair-Silver colored

Eyes-Silver

Face-resembles her mother and sisters

Lineage- Mother- Galadirel
Father- Celeborn

Siblings-Celebrian and Falathiel

Married?- Yes, to a high Elf, Voronwë

Children?- Yes, twins, Nedhudir(M) and Eruaveil(F)

Weapons-Ellven daggers-an alloy of metals- with 8 inch long handles-Names are Din (Silent) and Aha (Rage)
Bow of the Galadhrimm, along with a quiver
Mithril longsword with a black,gold, and silver handle-named Celebmegil (Silversword)

Animals:Mearan daughter of Shadowfax:Shadowpax:Silver colored

Basic clothing
Typical/Formal:A dress of either grey, green, or blue hues with intricate designs on them.
Buisness- blue tunc with silver etchings and white breeches along with her Lothloren cloaks and brown boots. She also wears a silver belt.
Battle- Grey-silver tunic and breeches, her armor which has her symbol on it (the blossom) and she doesnt wear a helm but a band with a protective ornament shaped as a dragon which covers her nose and around her eyes, black boots and her red cloak.

History- Elenanna was born in Lothlorien. She was raised as a warriror and soon became one of the Wardens of Lothlorien, along with the rank of a Master Archer. She is called the Blossom of Lothlorien. because she has the beauty of her mother in a lesser form, and also partly because of the widsom she recieved from the Lady of Light
In TA 20, soon after the Last Alliance, she met Voronwë, a high elf of Mirkwood. He was actually the uncle of Legolas Thranduillion, who would be born soon. Elenanna and Voronwë fell deeply in love and soon married.
They had twins, who were slightly older than Arwen Undomiel. Elenanna and Voronwë moved to Imraldis, where they dwelled for over two thousand years.
When Celebrian was travelling to Lothlorien, Elenanna, who was with child accompanied her. When they were attacked, Elenanna was forced to drink a solution that tasted foul. She didn't know that it was supposed to kill the child.
When they were rescued by the twins, Elenanna worried for Celebrian. They both recovered fully, but Elenanna's child had been a stillborn. Voronwë and Elenanna mourned over the loss of their child and Celebrian, but they soon recovered.
Elenanna stayed in Imraldis for a while and in TA 2985 she went to Lothlorien with her daughter, Eruaveil and they stayed there until the summer of 3018. They went back to Imraldis along with Arwen and was greeted warmly. During the war of the Ring she led a company of the elven watch march to Lothlorien in fears of an invasion from Dol Guldor. There she was vital in the defence of Lothlorien. After the Ring was destroyed, Elennana rode by Celeborn's side to besiege Dol Guldor along with the Forces of Thranduil from Mirkwood. The battle was arduous and Elennana took injury. She recovered fully, and was present for the wedding of Aragorn and Arwen. She lived in Gondor and acheived many honors. When Aragorn and Arwen died, she mourned and left over the Sea with Legolas, Gimil, and her family. She was welcomed warmly in Valinor and lived happily there for the rest of her life.

Aerana

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(Ah.... drat, nearly missed the detail... Elenanna, You obviously have not read through the rules and entire details... there is a simple little thing missing in your Character post... I would please ask you to re-read the rules... oh and Galadriel has already left before the time of this RP, and most elves have, just for referance for future people who join, so we do not have too many elves in the RP. Half elven are mostly fine, though)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

[woops...I did read it...just forgot about it as I had to get my character's history from different places]

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(*grins* Ok, good, welcome then! Hope to get started soon. Hopefully more shall join, but either way I shall start it off with a post tomorrow)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(I believe it's high time for the first post... hopefully people will see action and wish to join.)

Naznor chuckled darkly while he watched from the far distance as the fell creatures laid siege to Fornost, his dark eyes eagerly taking in each scene. “Aye, so the fun begins...” He murmured amusedly to himself, seeming to take delight in what he saw. For countless days he sat there, idly watching, but it was time to move, time to leave his refuge in the Ered Mithrin, the Grey Mountains, for he sensed something nearing, and it was not his want at that time to be caught or confronted.

When he arrived in Angmar, and then to Carn Dum, he turned again his gaze South and Westward, and thus envisioned the armies gathering near Annumunas and the great lake, Nenuial, Lake Evendim. A frown crossed his features at that moment, as he observed the numbers, but chuckled low at a sudden thought, a sudden plan. “Mortal men, doomed to die...” he murmured to himself. “This time you shall regret your move.” Naznor clenched his fist over the wood carved arm of the seat he sat upon, until the wood broke beneath his angered grasp.

Suddenly Naznor’s gaze was brought to the lands East of him, amid the Mountains of Angmar. There he saw two travelers, merely two, but his expression was more angered than it had been when his gaze first fell upon the army at Annumunas. One thing dwelt sure in his mind; he could not risk remaining, yet he could not yet risk himself entering battle. He pondered silently while his far gaze strayed idly again to his own gathered forces...

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Dhodrimme held firmly to the reins of the mare, her complexion paler than it had been, framed idly by flaxen hair, but each day a greater portion her strength returned. Sagen rode beside her, his glance worried, but a carefully given smile reassured him of her ever-stubborn strength, and so they continued, their path taking them closer to their destiny.

The woman’s gaze strayed in a more Southwesterly direction, the glimmer in her eyes distant for a moment as her thoughts wandered, though she was soon stirred by the cry of Saenae, the falcon expertly following above them. The bird, however, came to rest against her arm, held aloft, and seemed to be agitated, ruffling her feathers and letting out quiet squawks.

“What is it, Saenae? What does your far-reaching gaze see?” Dhodrimme questioned the bird softly, though knowing she would receive no spoken answer. “Perhaps we have come close enough to take more caution,” She observed the manners of the falcon, her words meant for her son.

Sagen nodded, and they continued more silently, the bird again taking flight, quieting her call and soaring ahead of them. The large collie companion also padded forward, cautious and silent, as he went before those he bound himself to protect at all costs.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

[okay, I will start off on my field. For all those people who consider to join there are three places where the action is developing. First one is in Carn Dum along with Naznor (if you are eager to join the bad side), the second one is with Dhodrimme and Sagen and the third one is at Anuminnas where I have come with a rather strong host (here we got spaces open for different Rohirrim and Gondorian soldiers), feel free also to start of independently... the fun never stops. I will post some time later in the evening once I finish off with my work and write down a proper post]

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

(I can be a gondor soldier.)

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

(Alright, Angel, but please, we'll need a bio from you, and also be sure you have read the entire rules We'll be glad to have you!)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

As the sun drove high in the begining of the year, the great host arrived to the now rebuilt city of Annuminas. Aemornion led the company from the southern main road that was newly paved not long ago as the once fair and mighty land recieved a new breath of life. The Brandywine river wound its way from the shimmering lake in the distance like a silver strand coming out of a pool of a light-blue as they passed over the broad bridge and entered the city.

Men were silent for the streets were silent alike, many men went to aid their kin in Fornost not far away east from where they are now.

"Take a brief rest and prepare for battle!" Aemornion commanded to the force "We will ride within an hour, two the most towards the main battlefield, let us just hope it will not be too late" his glance strayed then towards the north. Even if the sun was high and here and there a light cloud would whisk pass by, there was darkness on the hills beyond the Greenway as it hung above the North Downs

He and the rest of the leaders then rode swift towards the city centre where the main hall was established while the rest of the men had stayed just before the enterence of the city on a larger field where they had eaten in haste and prepared for the onset.

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

[looks more or less okay Elegost, I would say you are in, but wait until Dhodrimme gives also the final "amen" ]

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

I would join...but I can't seem to find any place where my character would fit in...

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(Create a new one, Eomira lol. Yes, Elegost, you may join. Hope you enjoy! I can't post right now, but will when I get back after a while... more work...)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

*looks at Silmeh hopefully* May I join?

Name: Delrith Halen
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Very tall, bleached out-blonde hair
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Occupation: None
History: To be revealed.
Personality: Ladies man...
Weapons: Mithril longsword
Armor: None, except for a shoulder shield

“Aerana”

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Everytime you make a one word post...a cactus dies

hmph...easier said than done Dhod...*still racking brains*

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