Something Rotten in the Riddermark

Here's my bit.

Name: Allea
Race/Age/Gender: Human/25/Female
Appearance; Brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin.
Personality: Playful, mischievous, and a little bad-tempered at times.
History: Orphaned as a child, she roamed the streets, picking up as much as she could from watching, before managing to get enough money and influence to get actual training as a soldier.
Weapons: Twin blades and throwing daggers.
Armor: Leather.

Name: Eteri
Race/Age/Gender:Human/34/Male
Appearance: Brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin. Some facial hair, yet kept short, never an actual beard. (For the sole reason that the author finds beards to be icky and disgusting, and could not tolerate a character with one.) Strong jawline, high cheekbones… you get the picture.
Personality: Kind and gallant; chivalrous. (*gag*) Sweet… He always tries to do what’s right and responsible.
History: Raised by his mother after his father died when he was four, he’s always tried to do what’s in the best interests of his family and friends.
Weapons: A broadword and a longsword.
Armor: Whatever type of typical shiny metal the Rohirrim-people usually have.

Any problems?

And Sere, no problem for the names, and don't worry about the comment. I won't hurt you... much. *Mutters about her immense usefulness.*

Uh... yes... it has been some time for me, but lurking in the shadows and watching this story unfold has me interested in hopping back aboard the ol' MERPG train...

I've a character in mind. He's a beardling, but I understand there are some concerns about having too many non-Rohirrim muddying the story. I'd leave it at your discretion, Turgon. If you'd like, I can restyle the fellow as a Rider and step outside of my traditional, four-and-a-half foot comfort zone.

Cheers...

P.S. Yay, Chrys... I'm sure you both want to throttle for me for abandonning the "Stumbling" thread as I did, without explanation and such. Many apologies are in order there. The past semester kind of ambushed and broke me pretty badly. But - I can still do my penance and resume my role in that story if you're interested in continuing it.

Ghoriiim! you must have psychically heard me wishing that you would read this story. I, for one, have missed writing with you. Yes, it was disappointing when you disappeared...*shrugs* Go forth and do penance, dwarf!

Hullo Ghorim, don't think I've RPed with you before, but I've certainly heard your praises sung. As for Chrys wanting to throttle you, well we have something in common there. She once made my character, Serewing, dance a solo Springle-ring in the marketplace of Umbar, for calling one of those wretched... um... lovely, I mean lovely... wolves of hers, a mangy-cur. Never have gotten over the humiliation of it all.

Anyway, I am not adverse to have a dwarf in the company. I did tell myself when I started the thread that one elf and one dwarf would be fine. This may seem a little arbitary to Seregon and Elfgirl who I have been badgering about the idea of having female warriors in a company of Rohirrim riders, yet I do think a dwarf could be accomodated. Of course you would have to find a reason for him visiting the Edoras High Summer Fair. I can think of a few reasons myself, so I am sure it will give you no trouble.

Doesn't sound arbitrary to me. I just wish I'd done a female dwarf... I mean really, who would be able to tell the difference?

I suppose that's why sexism amongst dwarves is difficult.

Also... I will try and post later today.

Ghorim! That is an amazing post! I'm blown away by your ability. Now I'm really looking forward to getting involved with everyone when the fair happens so I can interact with you guys.

I tend to do things backwards... post first, profile second. Check the IC thread for the first appearance of...

Name: Jokim

Race: Dwarf (Male)

Age: 126

Appearance/Attire: Typical dwarvish build, with a bushy auburn beard. Jokim appears to be near top physical condition, but has a peculiar gait. He moves unevenly at times. His face bears a few minor scars and a nose that looks like it has been previously broken. He wears a gray tunic with brown trim, a thick black belt, brown gloves, dark brown pants, and dark gray boots. He always wears a full brown hood that covers his entire head except for his face and beard, which comes spilling unceremoniously out the front. His clothes are all pretty well worn-in. His eyes are brown and unremarkable.

History: Jokim was born in the Grey Mountains, but then had to make a sudden move out to Erebor at the age of five - owing to the dragon Scatha's sack of the dwarvish settlement there. Having lost some family in the attack, Jokim harbored a lust for vengeance, and just over a century later took part in an ill-fated campaign to reclaim the Grey Mountains for the Khazad. He left the army following that campaign, and fell under the influence of the entertainer Sir Astoundo a few years thereafter (more on that to be revealed as the story progresses). He now travels with Sir Astoundo's Astonishing Assortment of Associates as a featured performer, undertaking marvelous feats of strength to the delight of crowds throughout Middle-Earth. Jokim has grown unhappy with this position, however.

Weapons: Jokim is adept with the battle axe, but only wields his weapon during performances nowadays. Sir Astoundo keeps the weapon locked away from Jokim at all other times.

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I hope this character concept hasn't pushed things too far off the deep end. I fear hardcore Tolkienites would not be so accommodating of traveling circuses in Arda. But, hey, how else would a dwarf wind up in Edoras, I ask you?

Looking forward to where things go next...

EDIT: Thank ye kindly, Miss I... I aim to please.

Ghorim, my friend...it'll be an enormous pleasure working with you again. Can't wait to find out what Jokim's views on elves are.

I wonder if Trahald will put in an appearance with his lot. Seems Astoundo could give him some competition!

Just waiting until the start o the festival then I'll be posting. Daranavo, being a Lt. may be of some help getting an audience with an important person. Perhaps he should be sought out by an old friend and mentor.

And welcome everyone!

Cool post Ghorim, and Daranavo, you read my mind. Hehe!

Anyway, should have my post up later tonight. I'll kick the fair off, and we can all get to it I guess.

I posted. Apologies for the lateness, and please note it was a collaborative effort between Elfy and I.

Yay, Eorache is everything I thought he'd be, but Rogane...*snickers* I must say, I didn't see his attitude coming...love it!

I'm sure that I could have made Eorache the Valiant more sickening. I've just been shuddering all day at the thought of the guy. Rogane is way more fun. Truor will most probably be translating for him as well, the poor guy.

I thought he was quite funny Yay, though the horse did give me the biggest laugh. I think the pair of them will brighten up the RP no end.

Um... sorry for the strange post. I did mean to bring Hengist and Haluin into the city to the sound of minstrels, jugglers, drunken wretching and all that other fun summer fair malarky. Got a little side tracked however and my post ran on. Thank heavens for Haluin's jedi training, though, otherwise I would have been writing all night.

Gotta say, I'm a bit surprised myself. I'll have to keep a tight rein on my powers!

*cringes*

Yeah, it was pretty bad. It wasn't really meant to be a mind trick though. I was thinking more along the lines of blather, there used to be a skill you could learn in the old Warhammer RPG game called 'Blather' where you could talk your way out of any situation, that was what Haluin was doing. Just wanted to get my post up though, as I am really hungry and need to cook myself something up. So I'll change my post later to make my meaning a little clearer.

Also, Narya, I promised to send you a few notes about the Queen didn't I? Totally slipped my mind, I will get around to it when I have eaten however.

Heh, well I took a stab at the horse thing. *shrugs*

Cool. Why not? Truor will have his hands full with translating for several, then. Who knows how skewed his translations could be?

Drat! I must have carried Hengist into the wrong stable. Either that, or the horses were too busy talking to notice...