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Post by Sen Starfire on Apr 21, 2005 8:48:16 GMT -5
(OOC: Since I have gone to the trouble of writing it as an introduction, I might as well use it to begin a RPG.)
*Sen walks through the gates of Minas Tirith, his black travelling clothes worn to greyish brown. A guard stops him, and bids him to get down from his black horse. Sen fixes the guard with his ice blue eyes; he had an urgent message for the steward, but he dismounted none the less. His shoulder length blonde hair was tied back, to prevent it getting in his face while riding.*
By order of the steward, I must ask you to announce yourself to me, rider.
*Sen smiles slightly, and shrugs.*
Very well. My name is Sen Lucia Ironbrow Starfire, captain of an elite troop of men on shores far away, come to bear the steward a warning. I have seen things in my journey hither that would be of great interest to him. I have also come to offer my services to Middle Earth; to men, to elves, and even to dwarves. It is for this purpose I come. Will you let me pass?
*The guard stands stunned for a moment, before stepping aside, and letting Sen through. Sen smiles again, and tips his head, revealing the handles of three swords strapped to his back. He mounted his horse, and rode up to the citadel.*
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on Apr 21, 2005 9:44:15 GMT -5
Miralyn walked down the streets of Gondor. She had always dreamed of adventures and leaving. Miralyn had green eyes and shoulder-length jet black hair. She was wearing a simple dress, light brown with a light blue belt, made of an elfstone her parents had given her before their death... Tears filled her eyes but she looked up and saw a blond haired, blue eyed man walking. She had never seen him before...
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Post by Silmeriel on Apr 21, 2005 17:24:05 GMT -5
Silmeriel wandered through the streets, cloaked and hooded, staying in the shadows. Her mission here was important, but none need know her yet.
ooc: here's my charry's profile: Name: Silmeriel Race: Elf Age: 3500 Appearance: Long, black hair, usually braided with silver ribbon, unblemished pale skin, lavender eyes Attire: Soft brown boots, dark green leggings, short leather brown skirt, form-fitting green shirt w/ brown leather bodice, green with gold embroidery cape. Weapons: Long sword, short sword, daggers at waist, on back, and small ones in boots and on wrists, bow and arrows Gifts: Controls elements of wind and water, can see the future, can tell truths from lies, can transform into different animals (always snow-white) Animals: white horse, Silmaril, two peregrine falcons, Toria and Leisa Home: Lothlorien Family: a younger sister, Luvariel, and a younger brother, Lintemegil. Parentage: Unknown
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Post by Lady Isteleth on Apr 22, 2005 15:08:07 GMT -5
((I'll join Here's my bio info:
Name: Isteleth Galathil meaning of name: Powerfull and wise being of light (mother named her) Parents: Aragorn King of Gondor and Arwen Undomiel Race: Half Elf (daughter of Arwen and Aragorn) Age: N/A Gender: Female Hair: a mixture of Brown and Black like her mother and her father’s hair, waist length.
Eyes: Piercing blue (adopted them from her aunt Galadrial) Powers: She's a telepath and has the power to heal that's why she is so good in Medicines! She also is Empath and feel other people feeling as well as there thoughts though she hates this power. Foresight Weapons: Bow Alataril and Sword Maglor and twin blades Prille and Merwa Pets: one horse Sirith the daughter if Shadowfax but faster than Shadowfax and any offspring off Shadowfax, Also a snow white wolf Nienna Appearance: She is the image of her mother Arwen but she has some features of Aragorn. She has long brown hair that comes to her waist with black streaks in it. Her eyes are piercing blue she inherited these from Galadrial. She always like to wear her travelling clothes which consist of her Midnight blue dress and emerald green cloak with golden embroidery down the sides. She is always wearing the Evenstar and has some sort of headdress on. You will always find her in the company of her Horse Sirith and her snow white wolf Nienna.
Personality: She loves to be around people but enjoys going on adventures on her own, she fears her family getting hurt or losing someone she dearly loves, one thing she always wanted to do was meet her sisters and brother including her twin. she loves to read, ride and she can speak many languages.
History: She was born as a twin ((never met her twin till she was older)) and raised in Gondor, though when she was a little older she went to live in Lothlorien and Rivendell. She was married once to a human named Golradir, they were happy together until the day when he died in battle, Isteleth was left mortally wounded in the stomach and heavily pregnant with his child, though she survived and went on to have his daughter which she named Erunaneth, she still never got over the death of Golradir. A few years past and she finally married her childhood a elf called Nathaniel Anwamanë, they had twins a little girl named Lónannûniel Eärfalas (meaning blessed pure moon faith) and Hénduil Anwamanë (meaning Blessed son) ))
Isteleth wondered down through the city on her white mare Sirith, her hood was over her face covering it ever so slightly, she reached the gates where a long haired blue eyes man was being questioned. "Is there anything i can do to help" She asked the man lifting down her hood, revealing the image of Arwen
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Annwyn
Dunadan
I wish you grace.
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Post by Annwyn on Apr 23, 2005 22:14:12 GMT -5
[ May I join, please?...] She stood solemnly before the Steward of Gondor, her green-ish blue optics locked sternly on the man, hands fisted at her sides, and jaw clenched. He was in no mood of listening, but she in turn, wasn't about to just walk away without even the time of day. ( She stood a tall and slender figure of 5'7", both lithe and agile, clad in a black and silver tunic, heavy dark cloak, and mudd-caked boots. At her back beneath a sheild there sheathed was a long sword. Her long silky ebony hair was braided neatly at her back, with a few stray curly strands that adorned her angelic features.) Her eyes narrowed as she glared furiously up at the man. " I demand you set aside your worthless arrogance, and help those in need!" Her voice rised with every word that passed through her lips. " Why in the world would Rohan send a woman to do their bidding?" He asked. Her knuckles were nearly turning white. " How can you just sit up there drinking your wine, while there are innocent lives at stake!?!" [Odd post, sorry. ]
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Post by Sen Starfire on Apr 26, 2005 0:41:24 GMT -5
OOC: Would you mind if we run with this thread for a tiny bit, and after seeing where it goes, we merge the two? It will take a bit for me to read the whole thread...
*Sen saw Isteleth approach him, and as she spoke, her voice rang out like bells in the cold air. He knew then that she must be an elf. Sen bowed to her, and spoke.*
Vedui, Arwen en amin. It has been long since I last saw another elf, as my long journey here was spent alone. I wish to speak to the Steward; I have important news for him. Trouble is brewing in the dark land of Mordor, as well as a hidden evil from the lands of my home, and I must warn him of it.
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Post by Silmeriel on Apr 26, 2005 5:45:30 GMT -5
Silmeriel smiled slightly as she waited in the shadows. Isteleth had been her friend for many years. It was time to be discovered. She scuffed her foot against the ground- a small noise, but it would alert Isty- and probably the one who spoke with her.
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Post by Sen Starfire on Apr 26, 2005 8:45:44 GMT -5
*Without warning, Sen's two swords were out, and he was looking right at Silmariel, his gaze piercing through the shadows. The blades were black, with a glowing purple rune-writing that she did not recoginze running from pommel to tip. They were slightly curved, similar to katanas.*
I know you are there. If you be a friend, come into the light; if you be a foe, your death is not long in coming. I think you are the former; you do not have the feel of evil around you. What is your choice?
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Post by Silmeriel on Apr 26, 2005 10:32:51 GMT -5
"My choice is light, and purity, and goodness." Silmeriel said seriously, emerging. She pulled back her hood, revealing piercing silver eyes, jet black hair, and creamy skin. "And a welcome for Isty." she smiled. "Naamin Silmeriel. You are?"
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on Apr 26, 2005 10:40:06 GMT -5
Miralyn stood in the streets. All of a sudden she had a flash, as if a vision. She had had a bad dream about the man, where something disastrous had happened. She knew she had to warn him, and tore off down the streets trying to find the man.
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Post by Lady Isteleth on Apr 26, 2005 11:55:01 GMT -5
Isteleth smiled "Silmariel!" ISteleth cried hugging her old friend, she turned back to the elf "My name is Isteleth, i'm am the daughter to the king and queen off the city" she bowed slightly to him "You wish too see the steward, you may follow me" she finsihed turning "Silmariel do you wish to join us" Isteleth asked and smiled at her old friend
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Post by Silmeriel on Apr 26, 2005 11:57:05 GMT -5
"I would love to!" Silmeriel smiled. "Who might you be, sir?"
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on Apr 27, 2005 11:42:50 GMT -5
Miralyn ran and ran. She caught a glimpse of the man and ran towards him. "Wait!" she yelled.
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Annwyn
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Post by Annwyn on Apr 27, 2005 20:36:12 GMT -5
" THAT IS ENOUGH FROM YOU!!" The Steward spat out, his voice booming throughout the hall, his index finger pointed at her. She did not wince, nor move a muscle, only fixated her narrowed eyes on him more, and released her clenched fists.
Villages were being burned, families torn apart and butchered, all of Rohan being pillaged and plundered helplessly. She did not care of what class she stood so that she may watch her tongue, and respect her " uppers." She was beginning to loose her temper completely. It was because of mere spite that he would not help.
"Men, women, and children are dying at the hands of merciless orcs and followers of Saruman, and you neglect us! Do you not think they will come here as well?! By casting Rohan aside, you cast the people of Gondor aside as well!"
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