Siege of Valinor

[PippinTook]

okay. This is my first rpg since inheiritance which is slowly fading into nothing. so here we go. It is based in the times of Aragorn as King of Gondor. Some hidden darkness lays siege to Valinor, forcing all the elves back into Middle-Earth. The men and remaining elves (along with any dwarves and possibly the occasional hobbit) must form an alliance and find a way to win Valinor back. We need the evil person, and Aragorn for starters, and some elves that were driven from valinor. So, who's with me?

name: Eowyn Lady of Ithilien
well, you get the idea.

-Pip

[Thuringwethil]

I wanna be evil!

name: ???
age: ???
race: Haradrim
appeareance: It's a secret, but I'm more than your average haradrim.

[PippinTook]

Thats great! Wonder where all my buddies went *searches* does your charactar have a name? Hidden doesnt necesarrily mean anonymous!
-Pip

[Eärloth]

Can we be Valar/Maiar?

if so,

Name: Hênië
Gender: Female
Race: Maia
Position: Herald of Nienna
Form: Purple clothes
/Green hair
/Blue eyes
/6'4

[Celebrinth Elentavari]

Uh, I'm new, so can I join? (Don't want to take any chances...)

[Thuringwethil]

Ok, name of...hmm..

Name: Mobail
Age: Born when the ring when was destroyed, the only haradrim left.


(i don't know any haradrim names)

[Aewionen]

sounds cool Pip, mind if I join in?

Name: Kelana (Kela)
Race: Men
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Apperance: Has light brown that reaches just below her shoulders. Kela has hazel eyes and is about 5'5. She wears a brown tunic with a dark green cloak.
Weapons: A sword, bow and arrows, 2 throwing daggers and a dirk in her boot.
History: Kelana's father was a Rider of Rohan but was killed in the War of the Ring. Her and her brother work at the stables and practice their riding and weaponary in thier spare time.

[PippinTook]

sounds great! I'm happy people are joining. Maiar are great. Welcome to the moot Celebrinth! have a cup of tea! *hands Celebrinth a cup of tea* you need a nickname, Celebrinth is a bit long for us hobbits to type out! I think we can start! wait a sec, we sorta need an aragorn, oh well, we can just goddmodd

ic: Aragorn stood in the court of the Citadel, looking out upon all his lands. A gondorian soldier ran up to him, "My lord, there are ships at the harbor, elves are coming!" he panted.

day later in Ithilien,
Eowyn walked impatiently up and down the halls of Ithilien. A messenger called, "Milady, news comes from Minas Tirith." he said. "What news?" she asked. "Something has been attacking Valinor, gondor is still safe. Prince Faramir rides to Ithilien as we speak." he said. Eowyn sighed. The King had called for Faramir the day before, and she was worried. "What are they going to do?" she asked. "They are gathering a force of men, and the elves that survived." the messenger said. Eowyn bid him to leave. She opened a chest, dust flew from the lid. She lifted her armor and strapped it to herself. She didn't miss the last battle, and she wasn't about to miss this one.
-Pip

[Celebrinth Elentavari]

Oh, PippinTook, you can just call me Kelly even though it's not my real name. Everyone else does.

My character can be an elf driven from Valinor.

Name: Airelote
Age: About 250
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Appearance: Red hair to the middle of her back, green eyes, about 5'10''. Carries bow and arrow and sword. Green cloak for most errands.
History: Airelote has lived in Lothlórien all her life. Erm, not much more.

[PippinTook]

alright! I'm glad we have some new people, not that it ws getting boring or anything *winks at 'mooter vetrans* and kelly, you can call me Pip, no more of that PippinTook nonsense! We are very informal here, as you see!
-pip

[Gulio, Strength of Many]

ooc: I'm here! Finally the blankety blank blank computer would let me reply!! Grrrrrrrrr I swear, the electronics in my house are out to get me! Along with school, but you've already heard me complain about that

*Thinks* Elf or Dwarf.....hmmm......a Dwarf wouldn't really fit....but I'm not much good at Elves (you saw how Tel turned out)......hmmmm............................ *flips coin* Heads! Elf it is...... muhahaha! The return of Tel!!!! Be afraid, be very afraid. Be very very very very afraid!!!!

Name: Telepelenmire, or Tel. (He gets mad if you use his full name)
Race: Elven
Gender: Male
Appearance: He wears clothes of sea-grey, that match his eyes. He wears little jewelry, only a silver ring with a pale blue topaz gem set in it. (Don't worry, no magic there)
Personality: Strange. Not really many other ways to put it.
Animals: A white draft horst with grey spots, Canogaia.

[PippinTook]

*tackles Tel* hehehe, It's been a while since we've seen him! I think you did good with him! I liked him because he wasn't your steriotypical elf. I'm happy you joined us! Sorry about your compy *pours tea on computer* that'll help!
-Pip

[Eärloth]

I'm sure the computer was just under a lot of stress...tea should revitalise it. Although people tend to get worked up when things don't go where they're "supposed to"...I know because everybody yelled at me when I put dishwasher powder in the coke to make it fizzy again...and when I ate the catfood because we didn't have any tuna...

soz but this is gonna be a long post

ic: Hênië fled from the Western borders of Valinor towards Valimar: seldom did she ever abandon the Halls of Nienna, her Lady, but to journey to the Halls of Mandos: now, however, a great Shadow had reached out from the depths of the Timeless Void and had a firm grasp upon the Blessed Realm, and the Lady of Tears had summoned her to the arena of the Ring of Doom. She ran free of human form, hastening across the land, unseen to the creatures of both Darkness and Light in but he purity of her spirit, no more than a shimmer in the eyes of the most shrewd of the Eldar.

The Valar sat upon silent golden thrones about the Ring of Doom, and to the less wise seemingly idle: yet there was held great debate throughout the minds of the Lords and Ladies of the Undying Lands, and but one thing had been decided.

Hênië came upon the Ring and stood by Nienna; Manwë glanced up and summoned her into the Circle; she strode forth in Elven form – tall, with watery blue eyes and forest green hair – and knelt before the Throne of Valimar.

Hênië, you are to voyage with the Teleri to Middle-earth; you shall be clad as one of them, and you are not to reveal to them your true name, position or race; the orders of Manwë sprung in her mind whilst all about her was silent. You are to be anon amongst them, he continued, for the sake of the safety of your mission; there cannot be rumours spread abroad that a Maia has departed from the West. Once in Middle-earth you are to gather all those willing to aid the Elves and the Lords of the West in this battle: the new Spirit that has been summoned from the Void is strange, and has no apparent understanding of friendship; we the Valar, and the Maiar, and all Elves who remain in Valinor, shall battle the Abhorrence as most fiercely as we might. Hênië bowed and took her leave.

~~~~~

Upon the shores of the Utmost West were gathered many hundreds of Elves, awaiting the availability of a ship; many of the Teleri had already departed, however some remained behind, supplying grey ships and seafaring skills and knowledge to woodland Elves.

Hênië approached the shore, her appearance, in accordance with the will of Manwë, unfamiliar to that which she usually bore: her hair was the brilliant gold of the Vanyar and her eyes the deep blue hue of the ocean; her raiment was blue and sewn with silver, and a small pearly-blue seashell sat at the neck of her sapphire-blue mantle.

"Come," a weary-looking Telerin said anxiously to her. "I will see you to a ship."

"Thankyou," Hênië replied uncertainly, and allowed him to direct her to a small white boat on the edge of the beach.

"Now this ship is my brother's, and it was not built for turbulance, so your company upon it shall be limited," the Elf informed Hênië. "You are the fifth, and I believe the last to board this particular boat – Málaglada!"

A young, fair-faced mariner stepped into view: his brow shone with sweat and his black brows were knitted in a frown over his navy-black eyes. "Telep'lambë," he said, and grinned.

"Where are the others?" asked Telep'lambë.

"Within, where should they be?"

"Summon them."

Málaglada disappeared into the ship and reemerged several seconds later with two Elves: they were sisters, and so alike in form it was burdensome upon their peers to tell them apart. Belcálata and Brandálpa, Noldorin princesses, remarked as two of the fairest of all Elven princes. Their hair was long and shining black, and their eyes were glistening grey; tall they were in form and had great store of pride; and upon their heads were crowns of silver leaves, and upon their green apparel were sewn small white gems. Hênië knew them and their pride, and so why they might be travelling upon Málaglada's ship was uncertain to her, but she gave no indication of it.

"Have you another?" Málaglada whispered to his brother; Hênië, standing coyly behind him, was not seen until Telep'lambë stood aside and put a hand on her shoulder. She glanced up at Málaglada and pushed her hood back from her face, letting the sunlight fall on her strange features. "She is…" Telep'lambë paused and turned back to Hênië. "What is your name?" he inquired.

"Aiarél," Hênië answered uncomfortably. Málaglada stared at her, his eyes slightly narrowed; he suddenly extended a hand; Hênië took it uncomfortably and boarded the ship.

ooc: those two are going to fall in love – I just wanna see if I can make that sort of situation work in a story…thingo.

[PippinTook]

long, but it was good! Eru, your posts are fun to read! Reads more like a novel than an rpg! You should write something Earloth! well, This is another meaningless post.
-PIp

[Eärloth]

Aww thanks Pip

[PippinTook]

nice sig, teehee, the pirates code. where did you get that?
-pip

[Eärloth]

lol, my sister's friend lives in Singapore near Malaysia, so the last time she came to Melbourne she brought a pirated () Pirates of the Caribbean dvd...it has an interview with some pirate expert on it, and at some point he discusses the pirate code...but he only mentioned like 5 rules, so I had to find out the rest from books and the internet

anywho, back to the story...have we become like the only people in the whole rpg?? Oh no! The others have left us! All by our lonesome <sniff>

[Celebrinth Elentavari]

Nope, I'm still here, just wondering what to write about that could measure up (standing on tippy-toes, of course) to Eärloth's writing. Wow, both of y'all are such good writers.

[Raistlin]

hey pip can i be evil too? like an orc or a balrog (really want to be one) and welcome kelly (hehehe i am not the only first time rpger in her muwahahaha)

[PippinTook]

sure raistlin (Eru, you need a nickname too!) we need more evilness, heehee. i need to post before this thread dies.

Eowyn mounted her horse and began to ride to Minas Tirith. It would take her a while, but she could make it.
Once she was inside the white city she rode to the 7th level and entered the Citadel. In the court stood King Aragorn and Queen Arwen along with Faramir. She was welcomed and they began to hold council.
"We need to call my brother, Rohan will come to our aid." she said.
"I have no doubt Eomer will help us, Rohan will prove a strong ally, once again." said Aragorn. He sent a messenger to light the beacons of Gondor.
"How many elves came over from the havens?" sked faramir.
"Only 500, many were killed, and some just dissappeared. Most still remain in Valinor, hiding and waiting." said Aragorn.
"Has Gandalf arrived?" asked Eowyn.
"No, he did not sail to middle-earth." said Aragorn with a concerned look on his face.
Suddenly the court doors opened, in walked Legolas and Gimli. After a few long awaited greetings, they sat.
"Did you see who was doing the damage?" asked ARagorn.
"Battalions of orcs, trolls and a few scattered evil men." said Legolas.
"We tried to fight them off, but there were too many." sighed Gimli. "65. I only got 65." he said. Legolas grinned, "I seemed to have surpassed my friend with a mere 68." he said. Gimli shot him a glance.

whew, that was prettty long one.
-pip