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LOTR (RP)

The Wanderer

The Wanderer

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V1 Sage
"Middle earth. For years it has been unscathed by war and hardship. For years, you have been held down from your old seat of glory. Elves, dwarves, and men all laugh at the name that they once feared. You, the fighting urukhai. But I see hope in your future. Follow me and I will make you great again" the man spoke in an young, lively tone. He wore a crimson cloak, covered in black runes from an age long passed. In his hand stood a long, silvery staff that looked as if it was light by the moon. The urukhai Chiefs and goblins and orcs looked at him mindlessly. Ever since the demise of Sauron, they had been hunted like mindless beasts and driven close to extinction. Their only refuge lay here, in the gnarled and destroyed lands of mordor where earth had been torn up and all land filled in utter chaos. Here they crept into any hole they could find to avoid the wrath of men and their allies. Their numbers dwindled even more in their home. Starvation gripped to their bones like a snake coiled around is prey. But this man, he whom they call no name for they have no words for the things he does, came to them. Their mindless and starving state drive them like their old masters whip to follow him. And so they went out of the lands of mordor. In the northern side of the mountains they made their new home. For now, just a group of 100 or so tents, but where no light shines, evil breeds at an alarming rate. The people of middle earth would have to act fast if they were to stop them. So the man rode out on a horse so emaciated that one could count it's ribs. He rode like a turbulent wind towards Edoras, the homes of the horse lords.

The people of middle earth have been in a state of peace and prosperity. Though the reunited kingdom faces heavy raiding on their borders with rhun and harad, their leaders have keep the people safe. Dwarves delve deep in their homes and discover vast amounts of wealth, wealth that especially in morias case, has not been seen for hundreds of years. Elves are rarely seen. Their numbers so low but their friend ship with the kings of men keep them in middle earth. Now is the time that you, the role players of empire war shall once again take up the reigns of ruler ship and lead these nations to either death or defeat. But no matter which way you go, the shadow follows.

Application
Name:
Race:
Type (Kingdom ruler, adventurer, general, etc)
If kingdom ruler, Kingdom wanted:
Brief backstory:

Nations (Vassals can be ruled but you answer to the Leader in times of war. )
Reunited Kingdom: Vassals: Arnor, Dale, Umbar: Gondor- Gameraced
Rohan: Dimitri
Moria: Vassals: Gundabad, Erebor, Iron Hills, Thorin's Halls: Moria- Cap, Erebor- Wither
Lorien:
Mirkwood:
Rivendell:
Rhun (evil):
Harad (evil): DeathValley105

Rules:
1: I am the only dm of this rp for now, I will find someone soon to help me run it.
2: For now, non know that the orcs, urukhaiand goblins are breeding again so don't meta or powergame.
3: Yes your person is better than the average soldier but they cannot take on 50 orcs alone. Also, elves are not the Peter Jackson crap.
4: Nation troop counts will be released as the kingdom is claimed. They are already done I just don't want people claiming the kingdom because of the troop count.
 
Name: High Archon Dimitri
Race: Human
Type: Kingdom Ruler
Kingdom Wanted: Rohan!

Weaponry and Armor: A fearsome sword said to have been wielded by one of the sons of Feanor, and a bow from Mirkwood. In terms of armor, he has three different kinds. In war, he wears armor similar to that of Theoden. However, it is different in the way that it has the black bear of the Eastfold on it's shoulder. In ceremony, he wears a combination of light mail and leather that provides protection. The last set is a more ornate and stronger version of the Royal Guard armor, only used when travelling around the Riddermark.

Steed: A mearas named Brightsider, white as the snow in the north and faster than the arrows of the Eldar.

Traits: Passionately loyal, fierce hatred of orcs and Easterlings, well-cultured due to travels all over the West. Knows how to use both the bow and the sword.

Backstory: Born in the Eastfold, Dimitri was son of a militia captain. When he was young, he was thought to be a Half-Elf due to the fierce look in his eyes and his almost Elven ears. After serving valiantly against raiding Easterlings and even Orcs, he was chosen to be the Captain of the Royal Guard. At the time, the King of Rohan was corrupt and cared not for the people. He got the support of the people and army, using his Guard to wipe out those that didn't support him. So, in a coup, Dimitri overthrew the King and took control of Rohan. He declared himself High Archon, and began to look to Enedwaith for a new realm...
 
Name: Warlord Haarithian Deathclawn
Race: Human
Type: Kingdom Ruler
Kingdom Wanted: Harad
Backstory: Haarithian was a soldier in the armies of Harad, he was one of the best archers throughout there lands, thought to be able to win in a archery fight between two elves and thought to be trained by one. In the years before the assault on Gondor he rose in ranks and became one of the best Warlords in the history of the Haradrim people. His father was also Warlord and rode the lead Mumakil into battle the of Pelennor Fields. Harrithian felt betrayed by the Easterlings when he heard news they did not help their people and sought out warriors of all races to destroy them.
 
Name: Belethor Pereldar

Race: Human

Type: Kingdom Ruler

Kingdom wanted: The Reunited Kingdom

Personality: Sturdy. Caring. Optimistic.

Weapon: Belethor wields a mithril sword with he titled Calmacil or the Sword of Light. Calamacil was forged by the remnants of the elves of Eriador and the Dwarves of Khazad-dûm.

Brief backstory: Belethor was born as both elf and human in the seaward province of Belfalas in the expansive kingdom of Gondor. His father, Emanar, the heir of the Reunited kingdom fell in deep love with the elven mistress Lithuen, which he found wandering the fair fields outside of Edhellond. After years of secretive love of eachother they wed in a hidden valley. After a while Lithuen bore Emanar 2 children, Belethor and Eldin. Belethor, their oldest son would later become king of the Reunited Kingdom who undertook back breaking (figurative language) hours of training in the royal training hall of Minas Tirith. Eldin, their youngest and rejoiceful daughter instead spent hours of medicinal learning and has now become skilled in the arts of healing.

Now at the age of 28 his father fell ill to a disease and despite all attempts to heal him perished at the un-ripe age (in the lifespan of Gondorians of Numenorean descent) of 96. Belethor, the king of the Reunited Kingdom began a promising rule with the enforcement of laws and the sack of the cities of the Easterlings of Rhûn. Throughout his rule he only continued to show more promise and the ability to make the Reunited Kingdom even more prosperous than it already was.
 
Name: Deslan Kilzahnir!

Race: You sure he's still human with all the crap he went throug?

Type: Still deciding.

Personality: Think of a man. Then add depression. Then add sociopathy/psychopathy. Then add PTSD. Then add total randomness.

Weapons: A simple steel sword. And a mechanical arm/leg. With quite a bunch of gizmos.

Backstory: This guy was born in the Fourth Age, from a random Forochel noblewoman who clearly had signs of being a psychopath and no other than the greatest bastard ever seen around: one of Kill's characters. Then he got sold as a slave, ended up in a village with two missing limbs, made himself a name, then fell down to the level of "GREATEST CRIMINAL OF ALL MIDDLE EARTH" in one night. Then the ruler of Dale tried to kill him, tried to start a friendship with a wenchNICE ELVEN PRINCESS (failing in the process), got a piece of metal melted on his face (Nowin doesnt even know how he still lives), killed a thousand or more uruks, slept over the greatest siege ever seen, tried to live alone but Aasim is evil, then he became the most useless character around.
And in the middle of his misery, he attracted the attention of the Doctor himself. Deslan killed him and stole the Tardis, leaving K-9 behind. And after a crap ton of adventures he got rid of the metal plate, powered himself up, decided to take a bath after 5 years and then killed all Middle Earth in the Fourth Age before his problems could start.
And now, in absolute boredom, he went back to a parallel version of Middle Earth and stated "Meh, wanna kill some wargs and make a belt".

Yes, this is my character. And you cant deny him. You just cant.
 
[user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/7267733/avatar/small.1678974881.png" name="GamerAced"]7267733[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user] [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/6427581/avatar/small.1500927951.jpeg" name="Riko son of Pdor son of Kmer"]6427581[/user] All accepted. But death valley, you need to edit your bio a little bit as it doesn't make sense to rule rhun but be haradrim and hate easterlings all at the same time.
 
Also, you having a quarrel with rhun will not fair well for your character. But alas I have said to much. We shall begin once 1 more good kingdom is taken so tell your mates!
 
Name: Lili (yes this is a female dwarf).
Race: Dwarf.
KA: Moria.
Brief Backstory: The prophecy always told of Durin VII who would be the descendant of Thorin III Stonehelm after the events of BOFA. It was said he would reclaim Moria from the evil dwellers there and return the dwarves to prosperity. And as the tale goes this all happened. Yet it was the last claimant who won, Durin VII was told to have been the last descendent of Durin's folk and this was true. He held no wife and bore no trueborn children. Yet he had many a baseborn daughter from among the dwarves of Moria. After his death the line of Durin ended in name. Yet the blood continued. And it was blood that bound the realms of dwarves since the dawn age, the First Age. Blood and fire, war and Morgoth. Then came the Lord of Gifts, Sauron with his balrogs whom destroyed their ancient dwelling. Then his lesser followers the goblins, the orcs and even the corrupt men. This was the way it had always been and would always continue. Blood. Each and every one of his 'children' had the same thick bushy hair, the brown-grey eyes and calloused rough hands. Rare it was that anything from the mother would remain. And from those bastards one by one each claimed to name of Durin and put forth their titles. This would have become a civil war had not each and every bastard lest the youngest been killed in a council convening to elect a ruler of the children. The youngest, a babe named Lili had been born six months after Durin VII's death and a long reign of regents followed it until the babe came of age. There now we find Lili, aged five and ten sitting upon Durin VII's seat and ruling the seven clans of the dwarves known as the Bastard of Khazad-Dum. Last of the line of Durin was Durin VII but not the last of the blood.
 
Aloysius of the Anduin.

Name: Human. (Fully)

KA: None. Province and Region: Lossarnach, the most populated land of Gondor, City: Pelargir, the trade haven and harbor of the Reunited Kingdom's fleet.

Personality: Beloved by the smallfolk, happy and joyful and chivalrous.

Brief History: Aloysius Argir was the third son of the Lord of Pelargir, his other brothers older and smarter and tougher. Simply set he grew, he fought with them in jousts and melees, sailed the seas (though only a little) and was educated in simplistic forms of writing letters curteously. He was disillusioned with the thoughts of knighthood, chivalry and marriage to a fair maiden, preferably an elf *yet this was seriously unlikely*. His eldest brother, Kamur fought in the southron wars as a knight and so did his brother Bouel as a shipwright. Both returned safely yet the tragic tale had Kamur die choking on pigeon pie and Bouel fall off his dingy on a fishing excursion to drown in the waters of the Anduin.

His father was old enough when he passed and so the lordship passed to the last surviving son, Aloysius. He did his duty yet was always deluded in the sense of the world being a place of fairy tales in which his name would be sung. He held banquets and festivals in King Emanar's name, and the king after him. Many loved him yet he loved little, his heart kept for that fair maiden in his dreams *quite an idiot if I do say so myself* and thus is the tale of Aloysius of the Anduin.
 [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/7267733/avatar/small.1678974881.png" name="GamerAced"]7267733[/user] ((I usually carry two types of characters, cut me if you don't accept them both. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Mile_Hi_Masher/74.png" name="Mile_Hi_Masher"]10356423[/user] ))
 
Both accepted though your dwarf would have to be aged more to rule on her own. 15 isn't even close to the coming of age of dwarves and she would not be respected at this young age and regents would most likely rule. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user] Your second character can be lord as long as gamer permits it cause he is king and all.
 
The horses hoofs pounded with a rythmic beat along the plains of Rohan. The mans eyes shifted back and forth fiercly. He made sure he was not being followed. In his mind was a creative torrent of thought. Battle plans, designs for siege equipment, the best ways to cause chaos. It was these thoughts that brought him to the subject of time. It was the most valuble resource to him. Everything depended on it. His army, his fortress, and most importantly, the time he had until he faded from the world and back into the void from where he came. His horse came to a stop. Before it rose the great hill upon which Edoras sit. He slipped of the skinny and frail beast and covered his noble features with the red hood of his cloak. Night's grip had creeped over the town not a hour past. The gates still remained open as the last travellars where welcomed in. He passed unnoticed to all. Wether by magic or the simple carelessness of the guards, one could not tell. Pulling a small pouch from his pants pocket, he bought himself a room. The burly host led him down a small cooridor and into a room that was no bigger than the dinning hall of a peasents house. The man did not care for size however. Most of his night would be spent in deep focus on the task at hand. He sat down into the middle of the room after pushing the small feather bead and a oak desk out of the way. From his cloak he pulled a short sword covered in runes not of Middle Earth. He cleared his throught before he began. Words so dark, poured out of his mouth and the very quintessence of darkness flooded over the land. It became pitch black, lights from torches and lamps burned out like a great gust of wind had come over them. With the last word rolling of his tongue, he slit his hand letting the blood flow over the blade and himself. He fell back, like death had taken him.

On the outskirts of Edoras, figures arose. They stood tall like the men of old, the noble men of numenor which where pulled from the mans memories of an age long past. Covering their bodies was the armor of a gondorian. An older variation, last seen in the battle of the last alliance but undoubtedly, of Gondor. Their faces where fair but covered in a black tone that appeared to be a shadow cast down on them. Like pawns on a chess board, they moved towards the gate. Going behind the guards and drawing blades of shadow, they killed them. Silently like a wolf taking a rabbit in the dead of knight they slit their throats before disolving into shadow leaving nothing but a small sliver of a Gondorian banner to cover one of the dead guards face. In the morning the town would wake to find this scene.

The mans eyes burst open. Blood shot from stress. He sat up like a shock had flown through him. He breathed hard and sweat came down his face. Not even an hour had passed since he spoke the dark words and now he was overcome with exhaustion. He rose off the floor using the nearby desk as a support. He fell into the bed and fell into a deep sleep. In the morning he would rise t go out with the townspeople and look at the scene before the gate.
 
GamerAced said:
((You never were accepted Riko.))
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[quote user_id="10356423" avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Mile_Hi_Masher/74.png" name="Mile_Hi_Masher"] [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/6427581/avatar/small.1500927951.jpeg" name="Riko son of Pdor son of Kmer"]6427581[/user] All accepted.[/quote]
 
Application
Name: Agzadir of the Longbeards.

Race: Longbeard Dwarf.

Type: Kingdom Ruler.

Kingdom wanted: Erebor.

Personality: Stubborn, Noble, Loyal and a little bit Greedy.

Weapon: A mighty golden hilted moria forged mithril war axe with jewelled rubys on it. Oft called the Rubys Fury.

Brief Backstory:
Agzadir was born in Erebor to his father. Arohdor I of Erebor whom was descended from Balin of Moria. When he was young he gained a great interest in smashing orcs with his axe and enjoyed hunting them down and smashing their heads in for slaying many dwarves. He also loved ale drinking and became far known as the mightiest ale drinker in Rhohavian. But he soon set these titles aside and became a commander of Erebor's army and fought against Rhun well.

Though recently his poor old father got an orkish axe embedded in his skull and unfortunately died of his catastrophic wounds. Agzadir took over his rule of Erebor and brokered great trade between dale and mirkwood. Which of course brought nice and tasty dale food and delicious mirkwood wine which many dwarves got drunk on. Soon Agzadir's mighty realm prospered greatly.
 
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