hellbender
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Shar-gûl thrak-dug burz [IC ME 3.5 SA]
Should begin just after the holiday weekend.
Should begin just after the holiday weekend.
Shar-gûl thrak-dug burz [IC ME 3.5 SA]
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hellbender
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It is year 1550 in the Second Age of Middle-Earth. Although Morgoth has been sent into the Void and his domain of Angband destroyed fell creatures still stalk the land, in both fair and foul guises, awaiting to lure the unsuspecting into the shadows. Numenor is a flourishing realm, in Eregion the Rings of Power are being forged, and behind the scenes, Sauron is working, biding his time, amassing power, recruiting creatures of the Shadow and manipulating the races of Elves and Men to his will. Middle-Earth is a wild and perilous realm, many creatures roam the land that did not survive to see the Third Age, beasts that try their best to bring agony and misery to those who stand for all that is just and peaceful in Middle-Earth. Other Dark Powers try to usurp Sauron and become great forces of evil and villainy in their own right. Into this maelstrom intrepid spirits must strive to maintain the Light and drive back the malignant beasts. Into this world our heroes must go.
(Just a little background to set the scene)
(Just a little background to set the scene)
hellbender
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Sorry for the delay, we are ready, hoping Garyh still posts a character.
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hellbender
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'Ere we go. I will be rolling the dice, and my girlfriend will be helping out as well (she is as about as impartial to rpgs as you can get). Let me know if you have any modifiers to add to rolls. Garyh, still want to play? You can jump in as well.
In our group we have:
Finwe Vardamir, Male Sindar Ranger 2
Gânithlar Human (Dunedain) Fighter 4
Theolin Hammerfist 4 Fighter Dwarf
Gilruin ("Star of Red Flame") Numenorean Paladin 2 / Sorcerer 2
Sydney Hale, Bard 2/Fighter2 Human (Dunedain)
Aurenor Dunedain monte cook Ranger 4
Nalin Hammerfist Dwarf of the Ered Luin (Firebeard Clan) Ranger 2/Fighter 2
Rain has fallen steadily for days, just weeks before harvest time in the town of Lugdum, a small enclave in the West of Middle Earth, not far from the beckoning ocean. For months you have been here, keeping an eye out for trouble from the Servants of Shadow, and all has been quiet, save for the occasional skirmish with orcs in nearby shadowy forests and a night raid by a troupe of wargs and giant bats, intent on causing trouble. As you are taking respite from the chill downfall in the warmth of a nearby lodge, dining on fine breads, cheeses and honey, drinking fine mead or hot spiced tea, a young Noldor elf staggers in, bloodied and with ragged and torn clothes, a sword hangs loosely in one hand.
'To the North and East, Forngladden, city of elves, men and dwarves, has fallen under siege!," the elf gasps,"Something befouled our weaponry and we were overcome by a small army of orcs, trolls and other creatures of Shadow! I barely managed to escape myself, as have a few others, we scattered to the four winds, looking for aid, is there no one here who will come to our aid? We need to get into the city and to get weapons to my comrades before all is lost! Once they defeat Forngladden, they will strike elsewhere, most assuredly."
In our group we have:
Finwe Vardamir, Male Sindar Ranger 2
Gânithlar Human (Dunedain) Fighter 4
Theolin Hammerfist 4 Fighter Dwarf
Gilruin ("Star of Red Flame") Numenorean Paladin 2 / Sorcerer 2
Sydney Hale, Bard 2/Fighter2 Human (Dunedain)
Aurenor Dunedain monte cook Ranger 4
Nalin Hammerfist Dwarf of the Ered Luin (Firebeard Clan) Ranger 2/Fighter 2
Rain has fallen steadily for days, just weeks before harvest time in the town of Lugdum, a small enclave in the West of Middle Earth, not far from the beckoning ocean. For months you have been here, keeping an eye out for trouble from the Servants of Shadow, and all has been quiet, save for the occasional skirmish with orcs in nearby shadowy forests and a night raid by a troupe of wargs and giant bats, intent on causing trouble. As you are taking respite from the chill downfall in the warmth of a nearby lodge, dining on fine breads, cheeses and honey, drinking fine mead or hot spiced tea, a young Noldor elf staggers in, bloodied and with ragged and torn clothes, a sword hangs loosely in one hand.
'To the North and East, Forngladden, city of elves, men and dwarves, has fallen under siege!," the elf gasps,"Something befouled our weaponry and we were overcome by a small army of orcs, trolls and other creatures of Shadow! I barely managed to escape myself, as have a few others, we scattered to the four winds, looking for aid, is there no one here who will come to our aid? We need to get into the city and to get weapons to my comrades before all is lost! Once they defeat Forngladden, they will strike elsewhere, most assuredly."
Inez Hull
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Gânithlar leaps to his feet, "Most assuredly friend Elf, our stalwart company will come to the assistance of Forngladden and halt this menace before its shadow casts any longer."
Gânithlar is buckling on his swordbelt and already starting for the door when he stops short, "Your weapons were befouled, you say. Bah, that has the stink of sorcery to it". Turning to his companions he intones proudly, "What say you all, wouldst you ride alongside me and into the very face of darkness?"
Gânithlar is buckling on his swordbelt and already starting for the door when he stops short, "Your weapons were befouled, you say. Bah, that has the stink of sorcery to it". Turning to his companions he intones proudly, "What say you all, wouldst you ride alongside me and into the very face of darkness?"
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hellbender
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The wounded elf breathes a sigh of relief and regains a bit of his composure, "Please forgive my exasperation, I am Erelden of Forngladden, one of the protectorate of that town. The ambush took us by storm and then the discovery of sabotage to our weapons, bowstrings rent, some bows snapped as by a terrible force, arrows broken and littered about our small armoury. Many fine swords turned up missing, and even somehow orcs had sneaked into our town to wreak havoc!"
From the back of the lodge a tall man with a long dark beard and wearing a stained leather apron stands up from his seat at a table, he is Haerek Wyst, a fletcher and bowyer by trade, "Erelden, if we may be of any help, I pledge to send with any who would venture to aid Forngladden bows and arrows to help replenish your loss."
"And I," says a stalwart dwarf in dark green tunic and leggings, his long beard festooned with rings and trinkets, seated at a nearby table, setting down his tankard of ale, "pledge a fair number of good swords and axes to aid your cause as well, Tarblin Thunderblade at your service, and at the service of the good folk of Forngladden. I am sure we can gather a cart and pony to carry a few supplies and weapons to Forngladden. Meanwhile, we must also prepare ourselves against attack. This does ring of sorcery most vile."
From the back of the lodge a tall man with a long dark beard and wearing a stained leather apron stands up from his seat at a table, he is Haerek Wyst, a fletcher and bowyer by trade, "Erelden, if we may be of any help, I pledge to send with any who would venture to aid Forngladden bows and arrows to help replenish your loss."
"And I," says a stalwart dwarf in dark green tunic and leggings, his long beard festooned with rings and trinkets, seated at a nearby table, setting down his tankard of ale, "pledge a fair number of good swords and axes to aid your cause as well, Tarblin Thunderblade at your service, and at the service of the good folk of Forngladden. I am sure we can gather a cart and pony to carry a few supplies and weapons to Forngladden. Meanwhile, we must also prepare ourselves against attack. This does ring of sorcery most vile."
ferretguy
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Slamming his tankard down on the table,Theolin stands upAye Brother! Sooner I would break my axe then allow the dark scum to bring harm to our cousins' new family! Turning to Ereldon You have me and me brothers skills at your service, Orcs shall rue the day they came to Forngladden.
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Nalin slams his fist upon the table, looking around at the assembled Folk'And who else will see this shipment of weapons to Forngladden with us. Food to, I wean, the folk of that good place must be in need of victuals as well.' Nalin waits upon any answer from the crowd.
