The Journey for the Dawncrystal...come join please!!!

[JTB]

The dwarf walked along the Mirkwood trail, having passed over the enchanted river three days ago. The passage out was in sight- but it never got any closer.
The woods snared and growled for him to walk away from the path, to become lost in the forest, to find treasure beyond his wildest imagination...
Barion Guilder shrugged it off, shaking his head tensly. "I've got to get out of this place. It's more treacherous than Erebor was."
The dwarf kept a steady pace and set off at a jog. He had to get to Erebor to inform the King Dain that *they* were growing again...

*a week later*

He made it! He finally got out after a week of traveling, battling spiders and elves. He'd made it to Erebor...

Okay! That's where we leave off, Barion getting to Erebor and informing the king that a great army of Easterlings and Corsairs were gathering to attack the dwarf lands. That meant Erebor, the Iron Hills, and Bree and the Shire.
The King knows that they are coming from the east, from Rhun, and far eastern than that, too. A crystal, known as the Dawncrystal, holds all their support and all their power to make weapons and armor. It is guarded in a Mountain Chamber in the middle of the treacherous wastelands of Rhun and Mordor...

An unlikely band of heroes must fight to the mountain, through Easterlings and Corsairs to balrogs and giant spiders and dragons...

State your:

name:

weapons:

race:

looks:

history:


Mine~
Name: Barion

Weapons: a sharp mithril-made axe

race: Dwarf of Durin's line

Looks: a large, white beard, a brown robe with silver edges and a foam blue cape and hood

History: A middle aged dwarf, a scholar, knows much about the ancient history of dwarves. A balanced fighter with much skill of calmness and smoothness,unlike most dwarves. Fought with Dain in the battle of the five armies, and has lived in Erebor as a messenger and advisor ever since. Carries always an elven rope as a sign of the friendship of elves and dwarves long ago, in hope that it can be bound again.

[Jiana_the_Strong]

name: Jiana the Strong

weapons: long sword, helm, and chainmail shirt. 2 Daggers are carred in belt.

race: female rider of Rohan

looks: Tall, long blond hair, always braided, blue-grey eyes, slender, but very strong.

history: She joined the riders disguised as a man, but allowed to stay once she saved the king's life. Comes from a peasent family, orphaned once her family was murdured by orcs. Vows to slay all evil. Elf and dwarf friend. Very good with horses.

[Huorn]

name: Oak Leaf

weapons: Dangerous thick dorsal Limb. Powerful crushing roots.

race: Huorn/limb lithe tree? She's female so she is not of the same sapline as Ents.
looks: Looks like an Oak with lustrous amber eyes
history: She is an Oak from Treebeard's herd. Treebeard won't say too much about her origins. She eats like any mobile creature.

[JTB]

Good! We probably need three to five more people, but we can start at any time.

Okay, I'll start.

Barion walked out of th Mirkwood Forest on the other side he came. he was now facing a vast expanse of land, with mountains vere y very very far off in the distance- Rohan. He faced left again. Black mountains were there, far off again- Mordor. He didn't know what much he could do, maybe go to rohan and ask for warriors, or head off to Mordor on his own. "No," he mumbled. After traveling south through Mirkwood, through spiders to angry woodmen, for many days, he was cranky. "I guess I'll head off West- to the Shire and Bree, they have good hot chocolate, and maybe I'll meet somebody, a rouge like me," he said, and walked to his right, to the west. He would meet up with the Misty Mountains and the Elf regions (Rivendale and Lorien) after about a couple of weeks...

[Huorn]

The the left if the road stood a solitary Oak with dense glossy foliage that shifted and rustled Now that was odd, for there was no wind to stir the foliage. The grass was up to the middle of its trunk. The thick limb coming out the the middle of the trunk swished, batting away an annoying dragonfly. The Oak's crown turned and the deerlike amber eyes fixed on the Dwarf coming down the path. It was now apparent that the Oak was nibbling on berries from a berry bush. Berry juice stained the ruff of leaves below its face. Now the whole Tree moved. It picked up its roots and moved closer to the path. The Oak made curious creaking sounds as it tilted its crown to one side. It was obvious now that this Oak was a stray Huorn.

[Jiana_the_Strong]

Jiana strode along quietly, humming snatches of an old song to herself. She was a little put out, having to walk on foot all the way back to Edoras, but with her horse gone, she had no choice. She suddenly slowed her pace as she spotted a dwarf walking a far distance away. She began to go along more catiously, trying to get nearer.