Friedrin nods. "I'll keep it short, then. I was once a soldier of Gondor, the great kingdom of man. My mother gave me a name of the Numenorian people, despite my blood having none of the great line of kings within it. I grew up and managed to get a post as a scout in Gondor's army, though the post was hard-earned. It took me many years and much scars to get where I did." Friedrin shows Yavansuru her hand, which is missing half a finger. "But once I got there, after five years of serving in Osgilaith, the old Steward of Gondor holding the throne of the King fell ill and perished. A new steward, Ecthelion II, took over power and immediately decreed that all books in Osgilaith relating to the lines of the Kings be burned, as the Steward was arrogant and rash. I stole a number of the books and hid them, but I was severely punished for doing so. I was exiled from the lands of my mothers and forefathers and left for dead in the Dead Marshes. I was captured by a lone brigand of orcs, who overpowered me and tortured me for over a month." Friedrin points to a series of metal bolts above her eye, as well as many burn scars. "I was rescued by an elf, who gifted me Hawk as a guide and taught me how to speak with animals. However, the orcs changed me, and now I can... sense the presence of those opposed to me. Like how your cousin's blades glow blue when goblinkin are near, I can sense the presence of creatures. After being rescued, Hawk led me on a long journey through the Greenwood, that which is now Mirkwood, and brought me here. And that is my tale so far."
**Retcon: Ecthelion II wasn't alive then, I replace him with Beren*
Friedrin notices that Megilhir takes a moment. "I am no elf, but I am a fighter of sorts. I could be a sort of warm-up to your sparring with Megilhir? I would need to fight with Hawk, though, but I promise he won't take out your eyes."
He nods. “It would be my pleasure.” He unsheathes his mithril sword and does some fancy swordsmanship. “Weapon of choice?”
Yävansuru is enjoying the autumn breeze outside. (if anybody remembers, his name means the autumn wind) His boots crunch on the dry leaves, fallen from the trees, he picks one up and let’s it soar away in the wind
A hooded figure walks into the tavern, he wears an orc blade on his back and has heavy boots. He looks around, at the different sections, he walks to the human section and stands in the middle.
A hooded figure walks into the tavern, he wears an orc blade on his back and has heavy boots. He looks around, at the different sections, he walks to the human section and stands in the middle.
Ulfang waves
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The voice that comes from under the hood says: "...wwwhatt iiissss this pplllaaace? Wwwhy aarre there ffoouurr..." he searches for a word "...sssiiddeeesss"
***Hawk, breaking 4th wall: "It's called a cube. And there is six sides. C'mon."***
“Ssssssss, IIIIIII mmmeaaan the paaartttsss, thhheeeyyy aaarrreeee ddiffferrent” he walks around, his feet dragging on the ground. He doesn’t swing his arms
***Hawk, breaking 4th wall: "It's called a cube. And there is six sides. C'mon."***
“Ssssssss, IIIIIII mmmeaaan the paaartttsss, thhheeeyyy aaarrreeee ddiffferrent” he walks around, his feet dragging on the ground. He doesn’t swing his arms
***OOC: No-one knows when hawk speaks, it's like Garfield, not an anthropomorphic speaking animal***
***Hawk, breaking 4th wall: "It's called a cube. And there is six sides. C'mon."***
“Ssssssss, IIIIIII mmmeaaan the paaartttsss, thhheeeyyy aaarrreeee ddiffferrent” he walks around, his feet dragging on the ground. He doesn’t swing his arms
***OOC: No-one knows when hawk speaks, it's like Garfield, not an anthropomorphic speaking animal***
*Ohhh. We’ll could friedrin talk to him? I’m bored*
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**Retcon: Ecthelion II wasn't alive then, I replace him with Beren*
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He nods. “It would be my pleasure.” He unsheathes his mithril sword and does some fancy swordsmanship. “Weapon of choice?”
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Friedrin pulls out a long, metal, highly polished spear that looks maybe faintly elvish of make. "Spear and bird. Let us dance!"
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“Alright.” He swings his sword *I can’t till cuz I’m on mobile*
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***My initiative: 15***
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*sorry, I gtg*
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Yävansuru is enjoying the autumn breeze outside. (if anybody remembers, his name means the autumn wind) His boots crunch on the dry leaves, fallen from the trees, he picks one up and let’s it soar away in the wind
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Megilhir comes over, and looks over to Mirkwood, in the direction of Dol Guldur.
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“Hello Megilhir. Fine day it is.” He looks at Mirkwood too. “ How are you?”
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“Good. You?”
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
JOIN TIAMAT'S CONGA LINE!
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"Fair. The battle of gondolin keeps drifting into my mind."
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Ulfang wonders what all the Elves/Fey are doing here
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A hooded figure walks into the tavern, he wears an orc blade on his back and has heavy boots. He looks around, at the different sections, he walks to the human section and stands in the middle.
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Ulfang waves
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The voice that comes from under the hood says: "...wwwhatt iiissss this pplllaaace? Wwwhy aarre there ffoouurr..." he searches for a word "...sssiiddeeesss"
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Hawk glares.
***Hawk, breaking 4th wall: "It's called a cube. And there is six sides. C'mon."***
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“Ssssssss, IIIIIII mmmeaaan the paaartttsss, thhheeeyyy aaarrreeee ddiffferrent” he walks around, his feet dragging on the ground. He doesn’t swing his arms
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***OOC: No-one knows when hawk speaks, it's like Garfield, not an anthropomorphic speaking animal***
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*Ohhh. We’ll could friedrin talk to him? I’m bored*
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