OOC for Arador's LotR Game

Here is my character's stats

His history will be coming very shortly. Please look him over for any errors.



Ethendil

RACE: Elf (Noldor)

RACIAL ABILITIES: Noldorin Lore (History: Elves), The Art, Beast-skill, Comfort, Elven-form, Elven-Sense, Elven-Sleep, Farsightedness, Ghost-Scorn, Light-Footedness, Swift-Healing.

ATTRIBUTES: Bearing: 12(+3)*, Nimbleness: 10(+2)*, Perception: 10(+2), Strength: 8(+1), Vitality: 9(+1), Wits: 12(+3)

REACTIONS: Stamina: +2, Swiftness: +2, Willpower: +3, Wisdom +5*

ORDER: Magician

ORDER ABILITIES: Spellcasting(2), Spellcasting Method (Songs of Power)

ADVANCEMENTS: 2

SKILLS: Armed Combat: Blades (Longsword) +3, Acrobatics (Balance) +1, Healing (Treat Wounds) +2, Inquire (Converse) +1, Insight +2, Inspire +1, Intimidate (Power) +2, Language: Quenya +6, Sindarin +6, Westron +6, Lore: Group (Five Wizards) +2, Group (Dunedain) +1, History (Elves) +6, History: (Beleriand) +3, Realms (Eriador) +4, (Lindon) +4, Observe (Spot, Sense Power) +3, Persuade (Charm) +1, Ride (Horse) +1, Survival (Forest) +1, Weather-Sense +1

EDGES: Night-eyed, Armour of Heroes, Foresighted

FLAWS: None

SPELLS: Create Light, Healing-spell, Opening-spell, Shutting-spell, Spellbinding, Beast Speech, Beast Summoning, Animal Messenger, Display of Power.

APPEARANCE: Ethendil has the fair hair of the House of Finarfin.

BACKGROUND:

“How do you read this riddle?” asked Ethendil. He stood gazing out the window. A cool morning fog still clung to the valley – hiding the distant trees even from his keen elven sight.

He had the gift of foresight. Of late, his visions were troubled. He saw himself standing on a hill with a great wind gusting about him. Gazing west across many leagues, he saw a small white ship struggling with the gale which tried to push it away from shore into the sea. Looking back to the east, he saw a great storm rising. In the distance beneath the clouds, a small figure approached. Still many leagues from the hill, Ethendil could discern one feature – the figure wore green mail.

Behind him Arminas stood. “Ever has thine eyes looked to the West. But here is my counsel if you would have it.”

“I would,” answered Ethendil without turning.

“Cast your eyes to the east and let your feet follow,” said Arminas. Travel to Amon Sul, which I deem to be the hill in your vision, and seek this mail clad figure."

HEALTH: 10
DEFENSE: 12
COURAGE: 3
RENOWN: 0
INITIATIVE: +2
 
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I slightly edited my character's bio...I basically added the last paragraph (I figured it would make more sense to have a dwarf going to weathertop for a reason and it puts it more in line with the others).
 

Hope you dont mind- a bump and character sketch thingee

Strabo sat in his favorite chair, his feet propped on his footrest, a blanket across his body. Outside he could hear the wind blowing, lulling him to sleep. The hobbit's body felt heavy from a fine second breakfast, and slowly, his eyes grew leaden. Little by little, Strabo felt himself floating toward that wonderful place somewhere between wakefulness and slumber.

That is until, his left hand grew slack and the book that it had been holding fell to the floor with a thud. With a snort, Strabo sat up in his chair. Sluggishly, he bent over retrieved the battered journal. He opened the book, and pulled out the yellowed, cracked vellum stuck within the book's pages.

Strabo had found the vellum some years ago in an unused barrel. It was a quite old, written in Sindarin composed of graceful rows of beautiful letters. He had dedicated the last few years trying to decipher it, in order to teach himself the language. And although he was no jumble-headed Bracegirdle from Hardbottle, he found translation to be quite difficult, and he despaired he would ever learn Sindarin well.

The letter was of no real importance, at any rate. It was ancient,to be sure, but it appeared to simply be a message from one Lord or Knight of old Arnor to another Lord or Knight requesting... men? arrows? eggs? he wasn't really sure. Yawning again, he placed the book and letter on the table next to his chair.

The hobbit closed his eyes and pulled the blanket up to his chin, thinking "I really should get up. Much to do. Clean up the dishes, put out new linen- Aunt and Uncle coming from Archet, have to head over to Father's to help with the party, maybe pick up some things for it...and I must find a safe place to hide that pouch of silver pennies" Strabo yawned again. "Ten more minutes" he resolved "then I'll get going."

Outside the wind began to pick up again, its sound seducing him, pulling him ever closer to sleep. And as he hovered around that wonderful place somewhere between slumber and wakefulness, he dreamt himself a warrior of Arthedain, clad in silver chain, with a great sword. Standing at the base of the Tower of Amon Sul, he stood with his comrades as the goblin army approached from the north in wave after wave after wave.....
 
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Diaymo, Loved the "character sketch thingee". :)

All, I am starting to send out individual summaries of what poeple see along their journey and when they get to Amon Sul. These should all be sent out by tomorrow evening. As part of the summary, I will let you know when you arrive and who, if anyone you see already there. So you need to think about your actions once you arrive.

Also, I on MSN Instant Messenger as Arador (email: arador359@hotmail.com). If anyone else is, we should share contact names.
 





garyh said:
I'm not on MSN Messenger, but I am on AOL IM as DCDragons15.

No problem, Gary.

By the way are we going to post the game information here as well or do we have another thread for that? I'm about ready to start.
 


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