Ign:Col_Stinkmeaner Role play experience: Skyrim ,Oblivion and Fallout 3 Country/Time:Canada, Pacific Where did you find us?: I found you on MinecraftServers.net Why do you want to join us?: I love role playing games like Skyrim and Fallout3 And I love Lotr.
Time you can give to the server: Mostly everyday. Who in our new lore destroyed Minas Tirith: The haradim and easterlings. Which captain of rohan survived untill the end: Cpt Goman III? Have you read the rules?: All of them. What is role playing for you?: For me it is to have fun. What is MetaGaming in your words?: Gaining an advantage. What is PowerGaming in your words?: Hmm trolling.
In Character (IC ) Info
Name: theomor Race: Rohirrim Man
Age: 15 Character Backstory It all started when the haradim attacked rohan they killed my parents then when we fled to eriador I started to train myself in fighting then when they would attack again I would be ready for them. Months past I became commander of the rohirrim. Then one day i saw a beautifal elf lady name arwen we fell in love and were married. Role play experience. orc: Speak Prisoner!
Prisoner: Never Fiend!
Orc: I wont ask you again Speak are you a spy?
Prisoner: Go Die!
Orc: OK that's it bring him to the block
Orc: yes sir!
Prisoner: i dont care.
Orc: Kill HIM NOW CUT OFF HIS HEAD NOW!!!!
Prisoner: GAH.
Professional class: Black Smith Combat Class: Swordsman.
Personal description: blues eyes white skin
Weakness: an arrow to the knee.
What is his/her ultimate goal?: To become the richest merchent in eriador
Common people! We need more applications. This server deserves attention from all the hard work they are putting in. More people there are, the more epic the experience, and this server is going to be pretty good... Make sure to well do your applications.
Common people! We need more applications. This server deserves attention from all the hard work they are putting in. More people there are, the more epic the experience, and this server is going to be pretty good... Make sure to well do your applications.
Very kind of you! I appreciate your comment and agree with your statement, the more players we will have, the better experience you will get
do you know how long the app process normally takes? mine has been on both sites for a few days, not complaining though, I understand you guys are busy, just curious.I apologize, jus tlooked on the enjin site to find my application accepted thanks
Out of Character(OOC) INFO: (Don’t be shy; We won’t ban for this part, it’s only to know our players.)
IGN(In Game Name): BlueM4rble
Roleplaying experience (What roleplay servers have you played on before? Or what Roleplay games have you played before?): I played on this server before it shut down for refurbishing. I'm also a frequent forum RPer.
Country/Time zone: GMT+1
How old are you? 14
Where did you find us?: My friend Raomir emailed me telling me applications are open.
Why do you want to join us? ( Please be a bit detailed): First off, I want a good MC RP server. Second, I was here before and I liked it. Third, I'm a massive LOTR nerd
Time you can give to this server (Everyday, or per week): Depends on my mood.
Who in our new lore destroyed Minas Tirith? Haradrim allied with Easterlings
Which Captain of Rohan survived until the end of the battle? Goman III I think
Have you read the rules?: 28 Aragorn
What is RolePlaying for you?: A form of game in which you invent a fictional character and communicate with other fictional characters in a fictional/semi fictional world
What is MetaGaming in your words?: Your character knowing something he couldn't know and using it in your advantage.
What is PowerGaming in your words?: Basically, manipulating other characters via RP, such as: "Person A swings his sword and kills person B" instead of "Person A swings his sword in an attempt to kill person B"
In Character(IC) INFO:
*Your IC part should be detailed if you want to be accepted*
Name (Please give your Character a name that fits with your race): Megillion
Race (Go see the race section higher up. And is he a man or a woman): Gondorian man
Age: 17
Professional Class: Smith
Combat Class: Warrior
Character Backstory [It should be about 3 paragraphs, 400 words or more. And please no stories like this : His/her parents were killed by orcs. He/she trained, found the orcs, and killed them all. The end. (You cannot be anyone important in the server without being approved, you need to work your way to the top.)]:
Megillion's earliest childhood memory was of a cave. A cave and a face looming over him. Yes, the face of his uncle. His uncle assumed the role of his parents when they abandoned him. His uncle wasn't a good man. He was a savage, that one. He was known for getting drunk in a nearby tavern and coming home and beating Megillion until he cried. He called it "preparing him for what's to come". His uncle lived in a cave. Suited such a man. His behavior didn't really differ from that of a caveman. When he was 15, Megillion decided to run away. He knew his uncle knew every single inch of the woods, so he decided to run in the other direction. Towards Tirith.
And so, his voyage had begun. He was hoping to go join the guard and make for a living there. The only good thing his uncle ever did was teach him to be tough. And teach him to fight with a sword. Oh, he still had his first real steel sword. It was rusty, yes, but it served a purpose. He remembered how he once killed a runaway bull with it. However, a scream interrupted Meg's thoughts, and soon enough, they were everywhere. Gondor soldiers, and others, on the other side. He realised he was on the fields of Pelennor.
He was caught mid-battle. What could he do? He unsheathed his sword, just for safety, and ran. He ran towards the Gondorians. He ran while they kept the other, dark-skinned soldiers at bay. What could he do? He was only a half-naked boy with a rusty sword. Tears foggened his sight as he ran. The screams of dying men and battleshouts prevented him from thought. He ran. He didn't know where, but he ran. He knew the dark-skinned ones will win. They were better equipped. He didn't know much about geography, but he knew where he was going. His destination was Bree. The travel took him more than a year, and it teached him lots. Finally, Meg looked down onto Bree.
Roleplay Example (A conversation/fight between your character and someone else. We want to see how well you can Roleplay.): Megillion: "Umm... Pardon me, is this Bree? Peasant: "Yes it is. Who're you, young stranger?" Megillion: "Err... I'm... Ehh..." Peasant: "Speak up, I won't hurt you" Megillion: "I'm -I'm Megillion. Ehh, are those your potatoes for sale?" Peasant: "Sure they are, son, you can get 4 for a bronze coin" Megillion: "I'll take 4, then" Peasant:"Tell me, Megallison, where are you from?" Megillion: "Megillion, and I'm from the woods near Tirith." Peasant: "Tirith? Dear boy, you're lucky to be alive. Here's the potatoes, and good luck. Come back if you need anything."
Personality traits:
Hot headed, can't take no for an answer, brave, but not a fool, tough, very determined. Physical description(needed. eg what his face looks like) and/or image of skin. Wavy brown hair, dressed in a blue coat with cape he found buried in the woods.
Skills (For every major skill you have, you should have one weakness. You can not master any individual skill to start out with. Once again, you must earn this. If you feel that this system would ruin or elsewise inhibit your ability to create the character you desire, please contact the admin team and we will look into a solution.): Swordfighting, toughness, determined
Weakness: Not a good blocker, arrogance of a young boy, not the brightest.
What is his/her ultimate goal? ( Ex: Becoming a king, owning the biggest farm, being the richest merchant in Eriador ) Making for a decent life and staying afars away from his uncle as possible.
Btw I just LOVE how you used some of the characters from the old LOTR server in the lore. Are those really THOSE characters or are they just names? Also, how far have you gotten with the server? I just can't wait for it to be open.
EDIT: I'd love to see someone compile some LOTR skins
"sans-serif">Out of Character(OOC) INFO: (Don’t be shy; We won’t ban for this part, it’s only to know our players.)
"sans-serif">IGN(In Game Name): 2unknown21
Roleplaying experience (What roleplay servers have you played on before? Or what Roleplay games have you played before?): I have played on the previous Ringscraft server, and have done some Garry’s Mod RP.
"sans-serif">Country/Time zone:
PST
Where did you find us?:
Why do you want to join us? ( Please be a bit detailed): I thoroughly enjoyed my experience on the previous server, so I wanted to join this one, as well. "sans-serif">Time you can give to this server (Everyday, or per week): 5-7 hours a week "sans-serif">Who in our new lore destroyed Minas Tirith? The Haradrim and the Easterlings "sans-serif">Which Captain of Rohan survived until the end? Captain Goman "sans-serif">Have you read the rules?: 27, Gandalf "sans-serif">What is RolePlaying for you?: To me, role-playing is simply a fun, creative experience shared with several others. "sans-serif">What is MetaGaming in your words?: Acquiring information about the role-play through sources other than the role-play itself. "sans-serif">What is PowerGaming in your words?: Powergaming is the act, in role-play, of creating a situation in which the other party cannot move on from.
"sans-serif">In Character(IC) INFO:
*Your IC part should be detailed if you want to be accepted*
Name (Please give your Character a name that fits with your race):
Marxus
Race (Go see the race section higher up. And is he a man or a woman):
All that is known is that he is a Western human male.
Age:
25
Combat Class:
Healer
Professional Class:
Gather
Character Backstory [It should be about 3 paragraphs, 400 words or more. And please no stories like this : His/her parents were killed by orcs. He/she trained, found the orcs, and killed them all. The end. (You cannot be anyone important in the server without being approved, you need to work your way to the top.)]: "sans-serif">Upon a cold summer’s night, Tharros the supposed sorcerer walks about the now deserted streets of Rivendell. As he walks, he finds an abandoned infant wrapped in rags, upon a step of a rickety old building. He stops for a minute and looks at him. Soon, images of his own, parentless childhood come back to his mind. He sighs, then picks up the babe and takes him home to his floating home. There, he feeds and clothes the child, raising him as his own. He named this child Marxus. As the child grew, Tharros stayed out of the chaos of Rohan and Gondor, for he worries if something were to happen to him, what would become of young Marxus? "sans-serif"> When the child became a bit older, Tharros begins training him in the sciences. The boy excels. Tharros then begins to train him in the school of thought: philosophies and such. The boy excels. Finally, Tharros teaches him the secrets of sleuthing: how to find the smallest details within the most chaotic of situations. The boy, once again, excels. Tharros couldn’t be happier. "sans-serif"> On one particular summer’s night, when Marxus was a young man of 15 years, Tharros tells him something of great significance. “I’m dying,” he said, to his son, “I can feel it, the human side of me is giving way to my demise.” “Why are to dying?” Marxus asked, “Why must you die? Does not the Elven side of you keep you from passing?” “I have made my decision to be mortal. Immortality would merely sap all the value from every day I had. Do not fret, my son. And believe not that I go to some place in the clouds above us. I will be at peace.” A tear rolled down Marxus’ cheek. “But,” Tharros began, “I wish not to die here, in this place where the past of war is still evident. I wish to join my half-brothers and sisters across the ocean, to see for myself the land of the ancient elves. Now please, my son, go out and fetch some logs for our last fire together. I depart on the morrow.” Marxus obeyed. But still, to this day, he regrets leaving his father’s side. "sans-serif"> A fire occurred on the floating home. Not just a normal accidental fire. This one was purposeful. Marxus was but a few decameters away when his home exploded into a great red cloud of flames. Tharros never got his final wish. "sans-serif"> Now, Marxus wanders the land, never wishing to pick sides, only wishing for the dying to end, and helping those in need. But above all, he only wishes to trudge onward, towards the future, not the now grim past."sans-serif">
"sans-serif">Roleplay Example (A conversation/fight between your character and someone else. We want to see how well you can Roleplay.): "sans-serif">[Marxus enters an old inn]
"sans-serif">Marxus:[Smiling] Good evening.
"sans-serif">Barkeep: Evenin’
"sans-serif">Marxus: Might you have something to feed a weary traveler?
"sans-serif">Barkeep: [Looks up at Marxus] Sure… Fancy a bit o’ rabbit, then?
"sans-serif">Marxus: That sounds nice, how much?
"sans-serif">Barkeep:[Grins] 5 gold.
"sans-serif">Marxus: Oh, I only have 3…
"sans-serif">Barkeep: Well then…
"sans-serif">Marxus: Wait, hold on! I will give you this 3, you give me the rabbit, and on the morrow, I give you 6.
"sans-serif">Barkeep:[Grins] 9?
"sans-serif">Marxus: But of course! Naturally, I would expect a bit back, because that is 4 more than you need. However, I could let you keep that 4, and instead come back and take back 2. You keep the original 2 as a loan. Then, after a week, I come back and take the 2 with an interest of say, 5. Then, I will pay you the interest as a loan. And now guess what? You earned more than twice the original amount!
"sans-serif">Barkeep:[Confused] I, erm… Twice the amount, did you say?
"sans-serif">Marxus:[Nods] Here’s your 3! [Tosses the money over]
"sans-serif">Barkeep:[Hands rabbit over] Thank you then, Mister!
"sans-serif">[Marxus walks away]
"sans-serif">Barkeep: [Laughs] Sucker…
"sans-serif">[Marxus chuckles, crosses of the name of the inn of a list, and walks off, not intending to come back.]
"sans-serif">Personality traits: Intelligent, witty, wise, and charismatic
Physical description (ie. what his face looks like) and/or image of skin?: Most of Marxus’ face is hidden by his dark violet cloak. However, you can see his mouth and slight facial hair. Beneath his cloak, he wears dark clothing. Physically, he is slim but lightly muscular. "sans-serif">Skills (For every major skill you have, you should have one weakness. You can not master any individual skill to start out with. Once again, you must earn this. If you feel that this system would ruin or otherwise inhibit your ability to create the character you desire, please contact the admin team and we will look into a solution.): "sans-serif">Adept alchemist/medic, sleuth, and adept engineer. "sans-serif">Weakness:"sans-serif">Not very strong, can’t swim, and keeps to himself.
"sans-serif">What is his/her ultimate goal? ( Ex: Becoming a king, owning the biggest farm, being the richest merchant in Eriador ) "sans-serif">Marxus has no particular goal, only to help those in need. Sorry! My computer didn't copy-paste correctly.
How did you find us?:
I was following your server on Enjin.
There are a LOT of faults in your lore, just saying.
Could you please be a bit clearer? Many faults as in grammar mistakes or as lore wise mistakes?
I doubt we would have many lore mistakes, because we aren't following precisely tolkien's chronology anymore.
The Fourth age is purely invented...
Although, thanks for the comment, we'd be glad to look more into it if we get a bit more details on what you meant...
Could you please be a bit clearer? Many faults as in grammar mistakes or as lore wise mistakes?
I doubt we would have many lore mistakes, because we aren't following precisely tolkien's chronology anymore.
The Fourth age is purely invented...
Although, thanks for the comment, we'd be glad to look more into it if we get a bit more details on what you meant...
The Fourth Age is expanded upon in some of Tolkiens unfinished (but published) literary works, primarily "The Unfinished Tales" for example, the entirety of Eregion - the Shire, Breeland, Cardolan, Arthedain and Rhudaur were all integrated into the Reunited Kingdom (Gondor and Arnor recombined under King Elessar [Aragon]).
The Dwarves would have retaken Khazad-dum under Durin VII by FA 120 and Gimili's hold in the Glittering Caves behind the Hornburg would have provided significant additional muscle against any invaders coming up from Gondor into Rohan.
The elves had not all left too. While Rivendell and the Grey Havens were totally abandoned, the Elves of Lorien under Celeborn had moved across the Anduin into Western Mirkwood where they founded East Lorien (after Lothlorien began to die after Galadriel and her ring departed) and Thranduil's Wood Elves remained in Mirkwood.
The attack by the Easterlings and Harad could not have occurred in the fashion you mentioned, while the Easterlings still had great strength after the War of the Ring, Harad lost nearly its entire male population on the Pelennor Fields and Dagorland and one of Elessar's first deeds was to annex the northern portion of Harad while it was still weak. You also seem to have forgotten the entirety of Southern Gondor (about 1/3 the size of Eregion and home to the majority of Gondor's populace during the War of the Ring). You could replaced the Harad with the Sauron worshippers from Khand (Variags).
The Fourth Age is expanded upon in some of Tolkiens unfinished (but published) literary works, primarily "The Unfinished Tales" for example, the entirety of Eregion - the Shire, Breeland, Cardolan, Arthedain and Rhudaur were all integrated into the Reunited Kingdom (Gondor and Arnor recombined under King Elessar [Aragon]).
The Dwarves would have retaken Khazad-dum under Durin VII by FA 120 and Gimili's hold in the Glittering Caves behind the Hornburg would have provided significant additional muscle against any invaders coming up from Gondor into Rohan.
The elves had not all left too. While Rivendell and the Grey Havens were totally abandoned, the Elves of Lorien under Celeborn had moved across the Anduin into Western Mirkwood where they founded East Lorien (after Lothlorien began to die after Galadriel and her ring departed) and Thranduil's Wood Elves remained in Mirkwood.
The attack by the Easterlings and Harad could not have occurred in the fashion you mentioned, while the Easterlings still had great strength after the War of the Ring, Harad lost nearly its entire male population on the Pelennor Fields and Dagorland and one of Elessar's first deeds was to annex the northern portion of Harad while it was still weak. You also seem to have forgotten the entirety of Southern Gondor (about 1/3 the size of Eregion and home to the majority of Gondor's populace during the War of the Ring). You could replaced the Harad with the Sauron worshippers from Khand (Variags).
You're absolutely correct about our lore being in contrary to many of the works of JRR Tolkien. However, this was done with full knowledge and intention for one very simple reason. In the last server, we quickly realized that without the freedom of a malleable lore, players would essentially be static characters who were just pushed through a story with no greater impact. With the system we've used (while it is admittedly not perfect), we can still tap into much of the background information regarding the Tolkien Legendarium, whilst still retaining a degree of flexebility for our players. While this is a breach of lore, we have stated in our forum post that this is a fact we are well aware of. It is simply nessecary for us in order to balance what we see as an unfortunate dichotomy between gameplay/player experience and Tolkien's original lore.
With the arrival of the new minecraft update we unfortunately have to push back our release slightly because of the plugins and a bit of adaptation. Due to vacations, some of the admins will be gone during the next few weeks, so we cannot promise a release for the next days. But be patient people, the new update will add so much to the roleplay!
( Horses, especially )
I'm quickly writing this to you, dedicated players of Ringscraft, because it will soon (tonight) be my departure for Myrtle Beach. - (An unexpected journey that was improvised a few weeks ago )
The arrival of the new minecraft update has pushed back our server release as I said, to, unfortunately a time where most of the admins are going on vacation, as I also said! ( God I must be getting old to repeat myself so much ) This is why it will take some time to update and add finishing touches to the server.
Meanwhile, I thank you all a lot for your comprehension and especially and most of all, for your patience.
P.S. I highly recomend re watching the movies before the server opening or even reading the books! It will help you pass the time ( I'll be reading those during my vacation and it will remind me everyday that I have a server to finish when I come back! )
Out of Character(OOC) INFO: (Don’t be shy; We won’t ban for this part, it’s only to know our players.)
IGN(In Game Name):porky9441
Roleplaying experience (What roleplay servers have you played on before? Or what Roleplay games have you played before?): Tales of Camelot Server and Skyrim rp.
Country/Time zone: USA CST
How old are you: 15
Where did you find us?: On the forums.
Why do you want to join us? ( Please be a bit detailed): I am a huge fan of the movies and books. I saw the first film when I was four years old, and continue to watch them to this day.
Time you can give to this server (Everyday, or per week): around 1 – 4 hours a day, though I may not be on for days at a time due to other obligations.
Who in our new lore destroyed Minas Tirith? Haradrim and Easterlings
Which Captain of Rohan survived until the end? Gomen lll
Have you read the rules?: 29 Legolas
What is RolePlaying for you?: Living another life in a set theme or location
What is MetaGaming in your words?: Taking knowledge gained OOC and using it IC
What is PowerGaming in your words?:Presuming the outcome of a situation. (Ex. Jim: (throws a bottle at the innkeeper and knocks him out…while drunk) how it should be (Jim: (throws a bottle at the innkeeper….while drunk.) Innkeeper: (gets knocked out by the bottle.)
In Character(IC) INFO:
*Your IC part should be detailed if you want to be accepted*
Name (Please give your Character a name that fits with your race): Ottar Hrolfson
Race (Go see the race section higher up. And is he a man or a woman): Rohirrim(male)
Age:20
Combat Class: Warrior
Professional Class: smith
Character Backstory [It should be about 3 paragraphs, 400 words or more:
Ottar Hrolfson was born into a military family, with his father being the captain of the guard at Aldburg. When Ottar was young his father would take holidays with his family to a farmhouse in the countryside. There Hrolf started to teach his son horse riding and swordsmanship. Being too young to join the army Ottar took to honing his skills on his own, going horse-riding whenever he could, and sparing with the other boys his age. While he was never the best at ground fighting he excelled at horse warfare, weaving in and out of trees chasing down imaginary foes. When he turned 12 he was sent off to the smith to be his apprentice, for the world was in little need of warriors at that time. During that year he learned the basics of smithing, but never excelled at it. He knew where he belonged and soon he would find a way to prove himself.
In the year of conquest when the rumors of Gondor under siege spread, Ottar knew war was coming. He convinced his father to talk to the Chief of Aldburg about increasing their militia’s ranks and improving their training. The Chief however would not be convinced and dismissed the rumors as such. Ottar was quite poular with his peers and decided to take matters into his own hands. Convincing several friends of the danger he started his own militia. Using his below par smithing skills he crafted a few crude swords and spears. Ottar and his friends met twice a week by a creek outside of town. There they sparred and fought against each other with sticks and shirts padded with sheets. As time passed refuges started to flow in from Gondor, speaking of a great army of Haradrim. Ottars group, The Sentinals, as they called themselves began to train in earnest. They now numbered 21 strong, for as the threat grew closer more teenagers clamored to Ottars ranks. Some brought family heirlooms as weapons, old and decrepit with the passing of time, others carried swords smithed by Ottar, and a few select, among them Ottar, had horses to ride.
One morning Ottar awoke to the sound of horsehoofs clattering up to his house. Hrolf, Ottars father, opened the door to let in a weary eyed traveler. The man had come from Edoras with urgent news; an army of Haradrim had indeed come up from Gondor to conquer Rohan. He also spoke of Gondorian refuges heading north into Eriador, and that if you are going to leave you should head that way. The messenger ate, drank, got a fresh horse and clattered off to inform the other villages. Hrolf rallied the townspeople and sent the woman and children off to go towards Eriador until it was safe to return. Soon he rode out with the rest of the poorly trained guards to Edoras to join in the fighting. Ottars group of fighters went with the refuges as an escort, but Ottar still yearned to fight with his father. He was 17 at the time, old enough to fight for his land. Although he didn’t agree he honored his father’s wishes and went with the refuges, wondering if he will ever see him again.
Roleplay Example (A conversation/fight between your character and someone else. We want to see how well you can Roleplay.): A white blurr cascaded around Ottar as he drudged through the snow, carrying an infant in one hand and a backpack in the other. He silently cursed the weather and their bad luck, for they had been slow to leave Aldburg and by the time they reached the Gap of Rohan the Haradrim were already there. With their hope crushed the refuges slowly made their way around the advancing column of troops. Beginning their own slow march they made for Redhorn pass, hoping that it was left unguarded. Regaining his senses Ottar glanced over his shoulder to inspect how the rest of the people were doing. Small shambling shapes peered out of the gloom, weakly climbing through the snow. As his gazed passed over them he noticed something in the distance. A dark smoke was climbing to the sky. Ottar grabbed one of his men and whispered harshly to him, “Did we light any fires on are way up?”
“Uh, no sir you said no fires.” The man replied weakly. Ottar almost felt bad for him, but this was not the time for weakness. “Dam, gather the men and give the woman and children a few minutes to rest.” He waited until all 21 of his soldiers, if that’s what you could call them, had gathered by him. “There is a fire at the bottom of the mountain, but we didn’t set it. This could mean the Haradrim have picked up our trail and are even as we speak climbing the mountain to find us.” He took a breath and then continued to speak, “If it comes to it we will stand and fight to give the woman and children time to get away, but I am not making you stay this is a choice if any of you would rather not fight then please speak now.” He paused waiting for someone to speak and is relieved when no one does. “Very well, I want most of you to stay near the back in case we are being tracked. Alright let’s continue for another hour before we rest.” He finished talking and went to gather up the villagers to get them moving. Weary as they were with the threat of the Haradrim they now started to move a bit faster. Ottar moved to the back of the column with his sword and shield at the ready, still unsure if they were being followed or not. His doubts were drawn to light with a whoosh of wind, as an arrow flew up towards the refuges. Then with a resounding yell from the unknown assailants shapes started to appear in the white blur. Ottar met their yell with the yell from his own warriors and rushed down the hill tackling his first target, before drawing his sword and finishing him off. Swinging his shield down, he looked forward as two dark shapes came at him. The first fighter rushed at Ottar not expecting any resistance, but was met with a cold steel blade in his belly. Seeing his friend fall the next warrior came at him with an overhead swing, which Ottar blocked with his shield and followed with a stab into the man’s heart. Warm blood squirted onto him from his foe still implanted on his sword. Ottar withdrew the blade and looked around to see his warriors engaging with the other members of the Haradrim scouting party. Seeing one of his friends backed up against a wall Ottar rushed forward to help. Before he could reach the man he was intercepted by an fearsome looking soldier who he assumed was their leader. The man’s sword was already caked in blood, but it only served to anger Ottar, which is not an easy thing to do. Swinging wildly Ottar rushed at him, but was met by steel at every turn. Now he was on the defense blocking this and that with his shield. With his last glimmer of hope gone Ottar bashed with his shield and threw his sword blindly. He heard a grunt from the man but no major damage had been done. The Haradrim knocked aside his shield with a single blow and thrust his sword into Ottar’s left shoulder. Warm blood gushed out of his arm as he screamed in pain. Standing over him Ottar could not see the man’s face behind his mask, but he imagined him smiling. As a sword was raised over his head Ottar closed his eyes. He heard the sound of metal crushing bone and rending flesh, but could not feel anything. Tentatively he opened his eyes to see the man with his arms grabbing at his chest where a metal point was poking through. As his eyes began to close from loss of blood the last thing he saw before he blacked out was the boy he spoken to and thought weak of.
Light filled his eyes as they peered open, not onto a cold mountaintop, but a lush forest with golden leaves fluttering about. He coughed and looked over to his arm to see it bandaged with white cloth, and deciding that he was not dead tried to get up. His muscles screamed in pain at his action and he lay back down. A short, wrinkly, old, man peered down on him from his peripheral vision. “So, you’re awake good, I didn’t know if you would make it.” The man said squinting at him.
“With the way I’m feeling I wish I hadn’t made it.” Ottar joked dryly. “If you don’t mind me asking, where exactly am I and how did I get here?” Ottar said propping himself up of his elbows.
“Oh that’s easy, you’re in Rivendell, the house of the elves, or at least it was…they’re all gone now, so I just kind of moved in for a little bit. You know keep it all tidy and such.” The man said with an uneasy smile. “As to how you got here your friend dropped you off to see if I could heal you, and in all honesty I’m surprised you’re all right.”
“Did anyone else come this way, some woman and children perhaps?” Ottar said with a worried expression.
“No, just the two of you, and the other one buggered off so I guess it’s just you.”
“I need to find my friend where did he go.”
“I do believe he said something about going to Bree to see if any other of his kin survived.”
“Then I have to go.” Ottar said as he tried and failed once again to get up.
“Patience, I will take you to Bree, but right now you need to rest up.” He said while taking out a vial of liquid and handing me it. “Here drink this it will ease the pain.” With another devious looking smile he handed it to me. I drank it down to the bottom and noticed immediately that I was getting woozy. I tried to form words of protest, but blacked out before any were formed.
Personality traits: determined, has control over his anger, likes to joke with people or mess with them,
Physical description (ie. what his face looks like) and/or image of skin?: Redish orange hair with blue eyes, has a muscular body, has a shaggy beard, and always wears his family scarf around his arm.
Skills: His father taught him to be a very talented horse rider. Is not stealthy and tends to make a lot of noise. He was also taught to be a very proficient sword fighter, but has no skill at fist fighting and archery. Can drink a lot before getting drunk.
Weakness: likes to drink and tends to tell people secrets while drunk. Needs help from his allies to be brave(by himself he is not brave, but with others he is).
What is his/her ultimate goal? : To restore the Rohirum to its former power and destroy the Haradrim.
Role play experience: Skyrim ,Oblivion and Fallout 3
Country/Time:Canada, Pacific
Where did you find us?: I found you on MinecraftServers.net
Why do you want to join us?: I love role playing games like Skyrim and Fallout3 And I love Lotr.
Time you can give to the server: Mostly everyday.
Who in our new lore destroyed Minas Tirith: The haradim and easterlings.
Which captain of rohan survived untill the end: Cpt Goman III?
Have you read the rules?: All of them.
What is role playing for you?: For me it is to have fun.
What is MetaGaming in your words?: Gaining an advantage.
What is PowerGaming in your words?: Hmm trolling.
In Character (IC ) Info
Name: theomor
Race: Rohirrim Man
Age: 15 Character Backstory
It all started when the haradim attacked rohan they killed my parents then when we fled to eriador I started to train myself in fighting then when they would attack again I would be ready for them. Months past I became commander of the rohirrim. Then one day i saw a beautifal elf lady name arwen we fell in love and were married. Role play experience.
orc: Speak Prisoner!
Prisoner: Never Fiend!
Orc: I wont ask you again Speak are you a spy?
Prisoner: Go Die!
Orc: OK that's it bring him to the block
Orc: yes sir!
Prisoner: i dont care.
Orc: Kill HIM NOW CUT OFF HIS HEAD NOW!!!!
Prisoner: GAH.
Professional class: Black Smith
Combat Class: Swordsman.
Personal description: blues eyes white skin
Weakness: an arrow to the knee.
What is his/her ultimate goal?: To become the richest merchent in eriador
IGN(In Game Name): BlueM4rble
Roleplaying experience (What roleplay servers have you played on before? Or what Roleplay games have you played before?): I played on this server before it shut down for refurbishing. I'm also a frequent forum RPer.
Country/Time zone: GMT+1
How old are you? 14
Where did you find us?: My friend Raomir emailed me telling me applications are open.
Why do you want to join us? ( Please be a bit detailed): First off, I want a good MC RP server. Second, I was here before and I liked it. Third, I'm a massive LOTR nerd
Time you can give to this server (Everyday, or per week): Depends on my mood.
Who in our new lore destroyed Minas Tirith? Haradrim allied with Easterlings
Which Captain of Rohan survived until the end of the battle? Goman III I think
Have you read the rules?: 28 Aragorn
What is RolePlaying for you?: A form of game in which you invent a fictional character and communicate with other fictional characters in a fictional/semi fictional world
What is MetaGaming in your words?: Your character knowing something he couldn't know and using it in your advantage.
What is PowerGaming in your words?: Basically, manipulating other characters via RP, such as: "Person A swings his sword and kills person B" instead of "Person A swings his sword in an attempt to kill person B"
In Character(IC) INFO:
*Your IC part should be detailed if you want to be accepted*
Name (Please give your Character a name that fits with your race): Megillion
Race (Go see the race section higher up. And is he a man or a woman): Gondorian man
Age: 17
Professional Class: Smith
Combat Class: Warrior
Character Backstory [It should be about 3 paragraphs, 400 words or more. And please no stories like this : His/her parents were killed by orcs. He/she trained, found the orcs, and killed them all. The end. (You cannot be anyone important in the server without being approved, you need to work your way to the top.)]:
Megillion's earliest childhood memory was of a cave. A cave and a face looming over him. Yes, the face of his uncle. His uncle assumed the role of his parents when they abandoned him. His uncle wasn't a good man. He was a savage, that one. He was known for getting drunk in a nearby tavern and coming home and beating Megillion until he cried. He called it "preparing him for what's to come". His uncle lived in a cave. Suited such a man. His behavior didn't really differ from that of a caveman. When he was 15, Megillion decided to run away. He knew his uncle knew every single inch of the woods, so he decided to run in the other direction. Towards Tirith.
And so, his voyage had begun. He was hoping to go join the guard and make for a living there. The only good thing his uncle ever did was teach him to be tough. And teach him to fight with a sword. Oh, he still had his first real steel sword. It was rusty, yes, but it served a purpose. He remembered how he once killed a runaway bull with it. However, a scream interrupted Meg's thoughts, and soon enough, they were everywhere. Gondor soldiers, and others, on the other side. He realised he was on the fields of Pelennor.
He was caught mid-battle. What could he do? He unsheathed his sword, just for safety, and ran. He ran towards the Gondorians. He ran while they kept the other, dark-skinned soldiers at bay. What could he do? He was only a half-naked boy with a rusty sword. Tears foggened his sight as he ran. The screams of dying men and battleshouts prevented him from thought. He ran. He didn't know where, but he ran. He knew the dark-skinned ones will win. They were better equipped. He didn't know much about geography, but he knew where he was going. His destination was Bree. The travel took him more than a year, and it teached him lots. Finally, Meg looked down onto Bree.
Roleplay Example (A conversation/fight between your character and someone else. We want to see how well you can Roleplay.):
Megillion: "Umm... Pardon me, is this Bree?
Peasant: "Yes it is. Who're you, young stranger?"
Megillion: "Err... I'm... Ehh..."
Peasant: "Speak up, I won't hurt you"
Megillion: "I'm -I'm Megillion. Ehh, are those your potatoes for sale?"
Peasant: "Sure they are, son, you can get 4 for a bronze coin"
Megillion: "I'll take 4, then"
Peasant:"Tell me, Megallison, where are you from?"
Megillion: "Megillion, and I'm from the woods near Tirith."
Peasant: "Tirith? Dear boy, you're lucky to be alive. Here's the potatoes, and good luck. Come back if you need anything."
Personality traits:
Hot headed, can't take no for an answer, brave, but not a fool, tough, very determined.
Physical description(needed. eg what his face looks like) and/or image of skin.
Wavy brown hair, dressed in a blue coat with cape he found buried in the woods.
Skills (For every major skill you have, you should have one weakness. You can not master any individual skill to start out with. Once again, you must earn this. If you feel that this system would ruin or elsewise inhibit your ability to create the character you desire, please contact the admin team and we will look into a solution.): Swordfighting, toughness, determined
Weakness: Not a good blocker, arrogance of a young boy, not the brightest.
What is his/her ultimate goal? ( Ex: Becoming a king, owning the biggest farm, being the richest merchant in Eriador )
Making for a decent life and staying afars away from his uncle as possible.
EDIT: I'd love to see someone compile some LOTR skins
"sans-serif">IGN(In Game Name): 2unknown21
Roleplaying experience (What roleplay servers have you played on before? Or what Roleplay games have you played before?): I have played on the previous Ringscraft server, and have done some Garry’s Mod RP.
"sans-serif">Country/Time zone:
PST
Where did you find us?:
Why do you want to join us? ( Please be a bit detailed):
I thoroughly enjoyed my experience on the previous server, so I wanted to join this one, as well.
"sans-serif">Time you can give to this server (Everyday, or per week):
5-7 hours a week
"sans-serif">Who in our new lore destroyed Minas Tirith?
The Haradrim and the Easterlings
"sans-serif">Which Captain of Rohan survived until the end?
Captain Goman
"sans-serif">Have you read the rules?:
27, Gandalf
"sans-serif">What is RolePlaying for you?:
To me, role-playing is simply a fun, creative experience shared with several others.
"sans-serif">What is MetaGaming in your words?:
Acquiring information about the role-play through sources other than the role-play itself.
"sans-serif">What is PowerGaming in your words?:
Powergaming is the act, in role-play, of creating a situation in which the other party cannot move on from.
"sans-serif">In Character(IC) INFO:
*Your IC part should be detailed if you want to be accepted*
Name (Please give your Character a name that fits with your race):
Marxus
Race (Go see the race section higher up. And is he a man or a woman):
All that is known is that he is a Western human male.
Age:
25
Combat Class:
Healer
Professional Class:
Gather
Character Backstory [It should be about 3 paragraphs, 400 words or more. And please no stories like this : His/her parents were killed by orcs. He/she trained, found the orcs, and killed them all. The end. (You cannot be anyone important in the server without being approved, you need to work your way to the top.)]:
"sans-serif">Upon a cold summer’s night, Tharros the supposed sorcerer walks about the now deserted streets of Rivendell. As he walks, he finds an abandoned infant wrapped in rags, upon a step of a rickety old building. He stops for a minute and looks at him. Soon, images of his own, parentless childhood come back to his mind. He sighs, then picks up the babe and takes him home to his floating home. There, he feeds and clothes the child, raising him as his own. He named this child Marxus. As the child grew, Tharros stayed out of the chaos of Rohan and Gondor, for he worries if something were to happen to him, what would become of young Marxus?
"sans-serif"> When the child became a bit older, Tharros begins training him in the sciences. The boy excels. Tharros then begins to train him in the school of thought: philosophies and such. The boy excels. Finally, Tharros teaches him the secrets of sleuthing: how to find the smallest details within the most chaotic of situations. The boy, once again, excels. Tharros couldn’t be happier.
"sans-serif"> On one particular summer’s night, when Marxus was a young man of 15 years, Tharros tells him something of great significance. “I’m dying,” he said, to his son, “I can feel it, the human side of me is giving way to my demise.” “Why are to dying?” Marxus asked, “Why must you die? Does not the Elven side of you keep you from passing?” “I have made my decision to be mortal. Immortality would merely sap all the value from every day I had. Do not fret, my son. And believe not that I go to some place in the clouds above us. I will be at peace.” A tear rolled down Marxus’ cheek. “But,” Tharros began, “I wish not to die here, in this place where the past of war is still evident. I wish to join my half-brothers and sisters across the ocean, to see for myself the land of the ancient elves. Now please, my son, go out and fetch some logs for our last fire together. I depart on the morrow.” Marxus obeyed. But still, to this day, he regrets leaving his father’s side.
"sans-serif"> A fire occurred on the floating home. Not just a normal accidental fire. This one was purposeful. Marxus was but a few decameters away when his home exploded into a great red cloud of flames. Tharros never got his final wish.
"sans-serif"> Now, Marxus wanders the land, never wishing to pick sides, only wishing for the dying to end, and helping those in need. But above all, he only wishes to trudge onward, towards the future, not the now grim past."sans-serif">
"sans-serif">Roleplay Example (A conversation/fight between your character and someone else. We want to see how well you can Roleplay.):
"sans-serif">[Marxus enters an old inn]
"sans-serif">Personality traits: Intelligent, witty, wise, and charismatic
Physical description (ie. what his face looks like) and/or image of skin?:
Most of Marxus’ face is hidden by his dark violet cloak. However, you can see his mouth and slight facial hair. Beneath his cloak, he wears dark clothing. Physically, he is slim but lightly muscular.
"sans-serif">Skills (For every major skill you have, you should have one weakness. You can not master any individual skill to start out with. Once again, you must earn this. If you feel that this system would ruin or otherwise inhibit your ability to create the character you desire, please contact the admin team and we will look into a solution.):
"sans-serif">Adept alchemist/medic, sleuth, and adept engineer.
"sans-serif">Weakness: "sans-serif">Not very strong, can’t swim, and keeps to himself.
"sans-serif">What is his/her ultimate goal? ( Ex: Becoming a king, owning the biggest farm, being the richest merchant in Eriador )
"sans-serif">Marxus has no particular goal, only to help those in need. Sorry! My computer didn't copy-paste correctly.
How did you find us?:
I was following your server on Enjin.
I doubt we would have many lore mistakes, because we aren't following precisely tolkien's chronology anymore.
The Fourth age is purely invented...
Although, thanks for the comment, we'd be glad to look more into it if we get a bit more details on what you meant...
The Fourth Age is expanded upon in some of Tolkiens unfinished (but published) literary works, primarily "The Unfinished Tales" for example, the entirety of Eregion - the Shire, Breeland, Cardolan, Arthedain and Rhudaur were all integrated into the Reunited Kingdom (Gondor and Arnor recombined under King Elessar [Aragon]).
The Dwarves would have retaken Khazad-dum under Durin VII by FA 120 and Gimili's hold in the Glittering Caves behind the Hornburg would have provided significant additional muscle against any invaders coming up from Gondor into Rohan.
The elves had not all left too. While Rivendell and the Grey Havens were totally abandoned, the Elves of Lorien under Celeborn had moved across the Anduin into Western Mirkwood where they founded East Lorien (after Lothlorien began to die after Galadriel and her ring departed) and Thranduil's Wood Elves remained in Mirkwood.
The attack by the Easterlings and Harad could not have occurred in the fashion you mentioned, while the Easterlings still had great strength after the War of the Ring, Harad lost nearly its entire male population on the Pelennor Fields and Dagorland and one of Elessar's first deeds was to annex the northern portion of Harad while it was still weak. You also seem to have forgotten the entirety of Southern Gondor (about 1/3 the size of Eregion and home to the majority of Gondor's populace during the War of the Ring). You could replaced the Harad with the Sauron worshippers from Khand (Variags).
You're absolutely correct about our lore being in contrary to many of the works of JRR Tolkien. However, this was done with full knowledge and intention for one very simple reason. In the last server, we quickly realized that without the freedom of a malleable lore, players would essentially be static characters who were just pushed through a story with no greater impact. With the system we've used (while it is admittedly not perfect), we can still tap into much of the background information regarding the Tolkien Legendarium, whilst still retaining a degree of flexebility for our players. While this is a breach of lore, we have stated in our forum post that this is a fact we are well aware of. It is simply nessecary for us in order to balance what we see as an unfortunate dichotomy between gameplay/player experience and Tolkien's original lore.
( Horses, especially )
The arrival of the new minecraft update has pushed back our server release as I said, to, unfortunately a time where most of the admins are going on vacation, as I also said! ( God I must be getting old to repeat myself so much ) This is why it will take some time to update and add finishing touches to the server.
Meanwhile, I thank you all a lot for your comprehension and especially and most of all, for your patience.
P.S. I highly recomend re watching the movies before the server opening or even reading the books! It will help you pass the time ( I'll be reading those during my vacation and it will remind me everyday that I have a server to finish when I come back! )
- Ratou11 aka Ratman
IGN(In Game Name):porky9441
Roleplaying experience (What roleplay servers have you played on before? Or what Roleplay games have you played before?): Tales of Camelot Server and Skyrim rp.
Country/Time zone: USA CST
How old are you: 15
Where did you find us?: On the forums.
Why do you want to join us? ( Please be a bit detailed): I am a huge fan of the movies and books. I saw the first film when I was four years old, and continue to watch them to this day.
Time you can give to this server (Everyday, or per week): around 1 – 4 hours a day, though I may not be on for days at a time due to other obligations.
Who in our new lore destroyed Minas Tirith? Haradrim and Easterlings
Which Captain of Rohan survived until the end? Gomen lll
Have you read the rules?: 29 Legolas
What is RolePlaying for you?: Living another life in a set theme or location
What is MetaGaming in your words?: Taking knowledge gained OOC and using it IC
What is PowerGaming in your words?:Presuming the outcome of a situation. (Ex. Jim: (throws a bottle at the innkeeper and knocks him out…while drunk) how it should be (Jim: (throws a bottle at the innkeeper….while drunk.) Innkeeper: (gets knocked out by the bottle.)
In Character(IC) INFO:
*Your IC part should be detailed if you want to be accepted*
Name (Please give your Character a name that fits with your race): Ottar Hrolfson
Race (Go see the race section higher up. And is he a man or a woman): Rohirrim(male)
Age:20
Combat Class: Warrior
Professional Class: smith
Character Backstory [It should be about 3 paragraphs, 400 words or more:
Ottar Hrolfson was born into a military family, with his father being the captain of the guard at Aldburg. When Ottar was young his father would take holidays with his family to a farmhouse in the countryside. There Hrolf started to teach his son horse riding and swordsmanship. Being too young to join the army Ottar took to honing his skills on his own, going horse-riding whenever he could, and sparing with the other boys his age. While he was never the best at ground fighting he excelled at horse warfare, weaving in and out of trees chasing down imaginary foes. When he turned 12 he was sent off to the smith to be his apprentice, for the world was in little need of warriors at that time. During that year he learned the basics of smithing, but never excelled at it. He knew where he belonged and soon he would find a way to prove himself.
In the year of conquest when the rumors of Gondor under siege spread, Ottar knew war was coming. He convinced his father to talk to the Chief of Aldburg about increasing their militia’s ranks and improving their training. The Chief however would not be convinced and dismissed the rumors as such. Ottar was quite poular with his peers and decided to take matters into his own hands. Convincing several friends of the danger he started his own militia. Using his below par smithing skills he crafted a few crude swords and spears. Ottar and his friends met twice a week by a creek outside of town. There they sparred and fought against each other with sticks and shirts padded with sheets. As time passed refuges started to flow in from Gondor, speaking of a great army of Haradrim. Ottars group, The Sentinals, as they called themselves began to train in earnest. They now numbered 21 strong, for as the threat grew closer more teenagers clamored to Ottars ranks. Some brought family heirlooms as weapons, old and decrepit with the passing of time, others carried swords smithed by Ottar, and a few select, among them Ottar, had horses to ride.
One morning Ottar awoke to the sound of horsehoofs clattering up to his house. Hrolf, Ottars father, opened the door to let in a weary eyed traveler. The man had come from Edoras with urgent news; an army of Haradrim had indeed come up from Gondor to conquer Rohan. He also spoke of Gondorian refuges heading north into Eriador, and that if you are going to leave you should head that way. The messenger ate, drank, got a fresh horse and clattered off to inform the other villages. Hrolf rallied the townspeople and sent the woman and children off to go towards Eriador until it was safe to return. Soon he rode out with the rest of the poorly trained guards to Edoras to join in the fighting. Ottars group of fighters went with the refuges as an escort, but Ottar still yearned to fight with his father. He was 17 at the time, old enough to fight for his land. Although he didn’t agree he honored his father’s wishes and went with the refuges, wondering if he will ever see him again.
Roleplay Example (A conversation/fight between your character and someone else. We want to see how well you can Roleplay.): A white blurr cascaded around Ottar as he drudged through the snow, carrying an infant in one hand and a backpack in the other. He silently cursed the weather and their bad luck, for they had been slow to leave Aldburg and by the time they reached the Gap of Rohan the Haradrim were already there. With their hope crushed the refuges slowly made their way around the advancing column of troops. Beginning their own slow march they made for Redhorn pass, hoping that it was left unguarded. Regaining his senses Ottar glanced over his shoulder to inspect how the rest of the people were doing. Small shambling shapes peered out of the gloom, weakly climbing through the snow. As his gazed passed over them he noticed something in the distance. A dark smoke was climbing to the sky. Ottar grabbed one of his men and whispered harshly to him, “Did we light any fires on are way up?”
“Uh, no sir you said no fires.” The man replied weakly. Ottar almost felt bad for him, but this was not the time for weakness. “Dam, gather the men and give the woman and children a few minutes to rest.” He waited until all 21 of his soldiers, if that’s what you could call them, had gathered by him. “There is a fire at the bottom of the mountain, but we didn’t set it. This could mean the Haradrim have picked up our trail and are even as we speak climbing the mountain to find us.” He took a breath and then continued to speak, “If it comes to it we will stand and fight to give the woman and children time to get away, but I am not making you stay this is a choice if any of you would rather not fight then please speak now.” He paused waiting for someone to speak and is relieved when no one does. “Very well, I want most of you to stay near the back in case we are being tracked. Alright let’s continue for another hour before we rest.” He finished talking and went to gather up the villagers to get them moving. Weary as they were with the threat of the Haradrim they now started to move a bit faster. Ottar moved to the back of the column with his sword and shield at the ready, still unsure if they were being followed or not. His doubts were drawn to light with a whoosh of wind, as an arrow flew up towards the refuges. Then with a resounding yell from the unknown assailants shapes started to appear in the white blur. Ottar met their yell with the yell from his own warriors and rushed down the hill tackling his first target, before drawing his sword and finishing him off. Swinging his shield down, he looked forward as two dark shapes came at him. The first fighter rushed at Ottar not expecting any resistance, but was met with a cold steel blade in his belly. Seeing his friend fall the next warrior came at him with an overhead swing, which Ottar blocked with his shield and followed with a stab into the man’s heart. Warm blood squirted onto him from his foe still implanted on his sword. Ottar withdrew the blade and looked around to see his warriors engaging with the other members of the Haradrim scouting party. Seeing one of his friends backed up against a wall Ottar rushed forward to help. Before he could reach the man he was intercepted by an fearsome looking soldier who he assumed was their leader. The man’s sword was already caked in blood, but it only served to anger Ottar, which is not an easy thing to do. Swinging wildly Ottar rushed at him, but was met by steel at every turn. Now he was on the defense blocking this and that with his shield. With his last glimmer of hope gone Ottar bashed with his shield and threw his sword blindly. He heard a grunt from the man but no major damage had been done. The Haradrim knocked aside his shield with a single blow and thrust his sword into Ottar’s left shoulder. Warm blood gushed out of his arm as he screamed in pain. Standing over him Ottar could not see the man’s face behind his mask, but he imagined him smiling. As a sword was raised over his head Ottar closed his eyes. He heard the sound of metal crushing bone and rending flesh, but could not feel anything. Tentatively he opened his eyes to see the man with his arms grabbing at his chest where a metal point was poking through. As his eyes began to close from loss of blood the last thing he saw before he blacked out was the boy he spoken to and thought weak of.
Light filled his eyes as they peered open, not onto a cold mountaintop, but a lush forest with golden leaves fluttering about. He coughed and looked over to his arm to see it bandaged with white cloth, and deciding that he was not dead tried to get up. His muscles screamed in pain at his action and he lay back down. A short, wrinkly, old, man peered down on him from his peripheral vision. “So, you’re awake good, I didn’t know if you would make it.” The man said squinting at him.
“With the way I’m feeling I wish I hadn’t made it.” Ottar joked dryly. “If you don’t mind me asking, where exactly am I and how did I get here?” Ottar said propping himself up of his elbows.
“Oh that’s easy, you’re in Rivendell, the house of the elves, or at least it was…they’re all gone now, so I just kind of moved in for a little bit. You know keep it all tidy and such.” The man said with an uneasy smile. “As to how you got here your friend dropped you off to see if I could heal you, and in all honesty I’m surprised you’re all right.”
“Did anyone else come this way, some woman and children perhaps?” Ottar said with a worried expression.
“No, just the two of you, and the other one buggered off so I guess it’s just you.”
“I need to find my friend where did he go.”
“I do believe he said something about going to Bree to see if any other of his kin survived.”
“Then I have to go.” Ottar said as he tried and failed once again to get up.
“Patience, I will take you to Bree, but right now you need to rest up.” He said while taking out a vial of liquid and handing me it. “Here drink this it will ease the pain.” With another devious looking smile he handed it to me. I drank it down to the bottom and noticed immediately that I was getting woozy. I tried to form words of protest, but blacked out before any were formed.
Personality traits: determined, has control over his anger, likes to joke with people or mess with them,
Physical description (ie. what his face looks like) and/or image of skin?: Redish orange hair with blue eyes, has a muscular body, has a shaggy beard, and always wears his family scarf around his arm.
Skills: His father taught him to be a very talented horse rider. Is not stealthy and tends to make a lot of noise. He was also taught to be a very proficient sword fighter, but has no skill at fist fighting and archery. Can drink a lot before getting drunk.
Weakness: likes to drink and tends to tell people secrets while drunk. Needs help from his allies to be brave(by himself he is not brave, but with others he is).
What is his/her ultimate goal? : To restore the Rohirum to its former power and destroy the Haradrim.
Wildlynxx-Kankroc
Wildyn!!!!