Plot: As time wears on and slowly man gains control of Middle Earth, a secret, dark plot is being carried out. A faithful group of men and orcs still honoring Saruon and Saruman (sp? on both, i am so out of it tonight!!) are carefully planning their attack on men. But first they are capturing a few major allies to the World of men. Not cities, but people; People vital to the Surviving of Men. As their plan slowly evolves the world is getting darker.

ok as many as you can join, but whoever wants to be captured can but first we are all going to meet so you guys can start however you want.

(please post your charries here!)

Name: Amoniel Elensar (Neal)

Race: Mortal

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: very little people notice Neal, she is good at spying and can keep in the shadows, she has dark hazel-green eyes, also dark blonde hair with soft curls, fair skin, very pretty for a mortal

Powers: spying, ranger abilities

Weapons: Bow Nestariel and Sword Urúvion

Parents: Hebion of Belfalas and Celunibeniel of Belfalas

Personality: always eager to learn new things, sometimes has a quick temper

Animals: bay horse, Hareth, chestnut war horse, Alata, and dog,Saerwen

History: Neal was born in Belfalas where her parents were royalty. Once her parents were murdered when she was 13, she was pressured to take up some of their duties. Instead, she fled to Rivendell where she lived for about 2 months.

She then left and was taken care of by a spy and ranger master. There she stayed until she was almost 14. Once her Ranger master died of old age she decided to live on her own.

She took to being a Ranger. Although she was young, she was very skilled, Neal was is often underestimated. She took up spying jobs for various employers.

Once she turned 14, she turned away from her 'job.' She now conceals her past. But she still has many secrets.

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Neal walked into the old bar. Only a few dark characters sat their gloomly, and most likely drunk. Not worrying about them Neal sat her self down at one of the dusty tables and ordered a drink.

'I would also like a room. Just for two nights' She said to the bartender. The man grunted and went to get her drink. Neal listened to the pounding of the rain outside. She breathed in the bar's musty air and slowly lifted the mug to her lips. She drummed her fingers on the table, waiting.

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i think that i would like to join i just have one question, the people that are being captured, are they still good or are they going to help the ocrs and such?

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

they're good the orcs are just capturing them to get them out of the way

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ok

Name: Shadow

Gneder: male

Age: unknown

Weapons: manly knives,daggers, throwning knives and the such, although i do pratcie random magic manly red and black.

Aperence: in human form general i wear all black clothes with only my eyes showing, they are blue/grey/white

i really dont have a race i was a half elf whos parents were killed by the elves, and who started practicing magic but is not a mage, i left magic when my master was killed althoug i do use some of the spells that i had learned in my younger life, i was on the reciving end of a powerful black magic spell when i was still young in magic i used an advanced red spell that i had never used before to block the attack, i lived but i became a freak product of red and black magic. i become a shadow, and have now no true form anymore, thou i can assume a forms i generaly only do it when i know im gonna be around people it takes energy to stay in a certan form so i dont do it when im alone, the bad part is that if i am in my 'shadow' form and am seen, each person that sees me chooses subconsiosly what i am but it is only personal, ex you may see me as an oger while the guy next to you sees me as a elf, what other people see me as does not afect who i am, ex, even if you see me as an oger that does not make me one. the upside is i can blend into shadows very well, and one of my favorit ways to sleep is on the under side of leaves.

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

Oooo A new post! yea though i have already post in four others!

Hi Shadow! Whats up?

Hmm do i really want to join Hmm i don't know being captured by orcs sounds fun! ahhh i don't know it too hard! may be later

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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 was stationd at my normal spot over the fire place, i had found it to be the best spot to listen into conversations and just generaly obseve people in inns, it was also always shadowed and i could get a free nights stay if i had to, althou the barkeep would often find something fixed in the morning, i was not an unhonorable man just sometimes an invisable one. this inn wasnt too active, there was a couple of dwarves in the coner aguing over who found this peice of treasue and who found that cave, dwarfs were rare but they were still traders and humans liked to buy their stuff and they were not the kind to turn down a sale, there was a passed out man on the other side of the bar and a man beside him babbaling about something on another, a few more character resided in the bar but is was the new arival that now held my attention, she was young and on the prettier side, i had been here for a few days now and did not reconize her, she asked for a room, i did not trust a girl who walked into an inn and orderd a drink and a room for two nights, mercinary perhaps, that wasn't a bad thing, i was, i worked for whoever payed me the most, if they cause was just, but some gave my type a bad name buy picking off who ever someone wanted not stoping to think of the consequenses, i decided to keep an eye on her, i heard someone in the bar talking about the rummors that a of bans of orcs were gathering to take down the humans, this rummor had been going around latley, i wasnt so sure that any of that was true, some one sees an orc one day and the next the town is suposed to be under a massive seage, i would wait and see if anything came of this. The girl was drinking and tapping her fingers, i toyed with the idea of going over, but in the end decided not too.

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

Neal could feel someone watching her. She could tell, for a slight tingle was running up her back. She had learned that skill from spying for many years. She was slowly drinking ignoring the uncomfertable sensation running up and down her spine. If anyone was watching her in this bar, he is probably harmless. She told herself, even though she knew it was not true. She had to much experince with inns and bars to know that this was a false telling. She stayed alert even though she was very tired. She sipped her drink until it was empty. She ordered another one but did not drink it. The rain was coming down harder, it would mean bad travel. Neal sighed and leaned back in the chair.

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The sound of the rain comming down had a claming efect on me, it put me in a state of depresion and pure joy at the same time, i closed my eyes the night was deepening and the dunk men were starting to leave, the dwarvs had orderd thier last round, and the one of the payed help was begining to sweep up, the girl had orderd another drink but had not touched it, this was the time i enjoyed the most in inns when the people were leaving and it was just those of us with our thoughts and a fire and the soft sound of a sweeping broom and chairs being pulled out and stacked on top of tables, no one seemed to move everyone seemed to hush at this point. I smiled, enjoying the fealing, it had been months since i had the chance to have this fealing, and something told me it would be months before i had it again...i sighed..the peace of it all

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

ahhh it too hard! i really want to post but what to say and do!

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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

come into the bar

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I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

ok i am going to talk now like Neal is feeling...

I closed my eyes. Sleep grasped me as I flinched awake. I knew that something would happen, but what? My drink had a layer of dust on the surface so I didn't drink it. The inn looked old and unkept, so i didn't trust their food. Yawning, I looked around. The bar was almost empty. Slowly i pulled my hood low over my face and closed my eyes letting the sleep overcome me. And i fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

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Name: Linwe Culnamo
Race: Mortal
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: average height, around 5'6". dark brown hair that is curly and reaches down to her hip. dark blue (almost purple) eyes. fair skin.
Powers: special ability to talk to animals, understand how they are feeling. especially good at communicating with horses.
Weapons: sword, bow and arrows
Parents: Lessien and Finrod Culnamo
Personality: very kind and gentle, patient and intelligent. a quick thinker and a good problem solver.
Animals: grey war horse Mith, chestnut mare Astaldo and golden eagle Baran
History: grew up in Rohan with her parents Lessien and Finrod Culnamo. her parents worked with the kings horses and when Linwe was old enough, she began working too. she spent almost all of her time at the stables working with and training horses. when she turned 17, she went out on her own to explore that lands of middle earth. she has done many jobs working with horses in various countries. but now she is unemployed and doing some more exploring and travelling.

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Linwe put Mith in the stable near a bar. Linwe was meeting Neal and some others here. Linwe made sure all of her stuff was secure before heading into the bar. She wrinkled her nose as a strong smell entered her nose. It was very musty in here. Linwe seriously considered whether she should get a room for the night. There wasn't really anywhere else to stay here so she hesitantly walked over to the bartender. "Can I get a single-room for the night?" The bartender grunted and held out his hand. Linwe pulled out a few coins from her pack and paid him. She followed his instructions andd found her room. She opened the door and found a decent looking room. Linwe took off her dark purple travelling cloak and pack. She pulled out a piece of fruit and some bread and sat on the edge of the bed. She sat quietly eating her dinner as she watched the rain pound down outside.

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another girl entered the bar, what was the wandering womans conventions, two weather worn girls in one bar, i turned my full attention to them now, something was up

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I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

joining! hi kids! i know all of you!!! exciting

Name: Morwen Vanwa Estel Singollo
Age: ummers... around 20 human
Race: Half Elf
Apperance: Short black hair, gray eyes, fair skinned. short: about 5'3
Gender: Female
Powers: Controls fire... to a limit. is very very good with horses and can speak every language.
Occupation: ranger
Animals: Black stallion: Surion and gray falcon: Celeg
Personality: hard to tell... she is a take charge person and likes to control things, but also can be very quiet and a follower. she is used to being on her own and isnt very people friendly. is dark and mysterious... as most rangers are.

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The door opened, and loudly banged against the wall as the wind pushed it open. The cloaked lass shut it again, quietly as possible. She was soaking wet, and walked to the counter with a slight limp. She ordered a bowl of soup, and carried it cautiously close to the fire. She sat down as close as possible, and only then did she let her hood fal. Her hair was also drenched, and hung limply around her face. Her face was rounder as that of a humans, not narrow like an elves. But her gray eyes sparkled and her ears where slightly pointed. Her black hair seemed silky because of the water. It was cropped short, chin length in the front and about three inches away from being buzzed in the back. A large scar ran over her left eye, and it was very noticable. She waited until the soup cooled a bit until sipping it. She was hungry, and wanted something warm besides the fire on this cold night. Travel was obvious because of the mud caking her cloaks hem and her boots. Her attire also proved she had been traveling hard and long. Her legs ached from being in the sturrips for so long, and she longed for a real bed. Tonight, she would have that... if there was room. She glanced casually around. Three people. A dark looking man and two other women. She noticed that the man seemed to be alert, causing her weary senses to perk again. He looked suspicious... she'd keep an eye on him.

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(I'd like to join! this looks intoresting! My Bio:

name: Phillipa
usually called by: Lilly
means:Lover of Horses

race: human

eye color: brown

hair: color: Brown

length: shoulder
usual style: in a pony tale, held by a leather strap

build: Strong, and tall. She is a little tall for her age.

marks on her body that make her stand out: The tatto on her back that looks like this: http://i3.tinypic.com/wrynwj.jpg

age: 12

mother: Ivy
father: Adam
sisters: none
brothers: none

history: Whe was born in one of the Rohan villages. Her mother died when Lilly was only 3 months old. At the age of 8 her father(who was a drunk) traded Lilly to a man for a ckicken, a cloth, a bag of silver coins, and a pint of pipeweed. The man's name was: Oliver Gruffen, he treated Lilly like a slave, and still does. At around the age of 7, phillipa found out that she had a gift and could comunicate with animals, and understood nature better than any other being. Oliver Gruffen let her have a kitten, and horse, and few articles of clothing she has for her labor, and he is glad she would rather sleep outside with the animals...

temper: She's sweet, and has an easy temper. She has a small sence of humar. She doesn't get mad easily. She loves to be with any animals, and would rather sleep outside with animals, than in a bed...

usual outfit: trousers, and a white torso. sometimes weres a light blue dress with a short skirt.

grand outfit: She wares a multitude of different kinds of gowns

Her steeds(she has more than one because she can't decide which she likes better):
name: Granit
gender:mare
color: buckskin
height: 18.4 (a really tall horse)
temper: caring, but likes to get the job done

Her companion:
name: katlin
race: kitten
fur color: orange
temper: sweet, and curios

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Oliver Gruffen stormed inside an Inn, and soking wet, went to the counter to order a room, and a drink. I followed him at his heels, trained like a dog. When my master sat down and started to drink his first round in the quiet room, I looked around the inn. The sound of rain on the window pounded in my ears. There was a merkey feeling in this place, great magic was here, I could feel it. "Sir, lord Gruffen, May I get a drink of my own? and maybe some stew?" I wispered in a shy voice. I felt that I didn't want to desturb the silence of the room. My master waved my away like a fly. He always ignored me. I went to a corner, and took out a rag from my trouser pocket. I tried wiping myself off, but it was no use, the rag was wet, and as mudy as I was.
I shivered, it was freezing, espesially being wet from the down poor. I wanted to go near the fire, but someone was already sitting there. I closed my eyes and thought of the warm stall next to Granit, and wishing I could be there.
A loud bang made her alert, her master was already drunk and on the ground, asleep. I didn't know what to do. Last time this happened, she was in the stable, taking care of his horse. I just sat there stairing at him.
'he deserved it' I thought,'the old drunken man. He deserves it for how he treats me' I watched the bar tender throw a glass of water on his face, and with help form a hired hand, was escuarted to his room. I just stood there in silence, watching, waiting for something to happen...

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