(THIS IS AN RP STORY)
Mirkwood, a beautiful yet dangerous jungle. We Elves are the only ones that dared to claim it as our home. The great King Elessar II was the first of the mighty kings of the Mirkwood Elves. His ancestors following his path and doing their best to keep the line of royal blood flowing. Thats where i came in, as my father Calandor III ruled through the trees I was his son. I picked up great skills with a bow as my brother who was next in line of the throne was the best shot around. Thats where people get the saying, I "mirked" him. As i usually travel around a lot i met friends and foes, and of them my pack includes MD_K47 as King of the Dwarves, the late Leomer of Rohan who i am grieving now of knowing his death, the mighty Beepbopbit of Gondor and every once in a while we would meet fellows of all races friendly to give us a helping hand. While on our journey to save Beep from his wraith form there was a disturbence in the Mirkwood kingdom. Thousands and thousands of orcs were marching toward the forest from the east and south. I do not know the story but i have a heard it from the guard on the borders. The first sign was a great horn, it was no Elvish horn... It was the horn of Mordor! The pack of guards had little chance against the hundreds of orcs piling in at a time. They did not want to go coward though. My brother, Calandor IIII, was commander of this group and circled them in formation. Firing upon orcs and orcs until their quivers were empty and piles of them lay near. But they kept pouring in and in. In my brothers last stand he used the last thing he wanted... The Horn of Macabre, this horn was only used in a time of war and need uniting elves from every corner of this Middle Earth. More horns responded to the call getting farther and farther away. He and a few others were all that was left of his squad and this was known as The Calandor's Last Stand, for my father caught sight of him as he was charging out of the front gates. But it was too late... Calandor III pulled out his longsword named Espada the orcs cowered in the glint of the blade but quickly regained their courage. Calandor slayed many up to 100 orcs the day of his fall. He died with dignity and courage when he was pierced by arrows after arrows before he fell. My father was stunned to see his best son fall, He gathered the Royal Mirkwood Guard and charged out into the orcs, his eyes like fire and his face was gleaming white.... But alas he fell too, he was a fool to go out there in such a small number. He grieved too much for his loss and was foolish! The mirkwood spiders came from their darkness and pinned down some of his guard until he too was stabbed in the back by the king of Mirkwood spiders Kalrad the most devious of all. The orcs pleased with this fell back to the dark lands.... This now leaves me as the King of the Mirkwood Elves. I now wield my brothers longsword Espada and carry with me my fathers longbow Kaleos as I King of the Mirkwood realm i pronounce that Elves, Men, Dwarves, and the Free peoples of Middle Earth will thrive in joy once i get my revenge on the wraiths! I will not stop until i see every single orc dead on my battlefield. So I ask this one question, Who is loyal enough to join me in my quest?
Mirkwood, a beautiful yet dangerous jungle. We Elves are the only ones that dared to claim it as our home. The great King Elessar II was the first of the mighty kings of the Mirkwood Elves. His ancestors following his path and doing their best to keep the line of royal blood flowing. Thats where i came in, as my father Calandor III ruled through the trees I was his son. I picked up great skills with a bow as my brother who was next in line of the throne was the best shot around. Thats where people get the saying, I "mirked" him. As i usually travel around a lot i met friends and foes, and of them my pack includes MD_K47 as King of the Dwarves, the late Leomer of Rohan who i am grieving now of knowing his death, the mighty Beepbopbit of Gondor and every once in a while we would meet fellows of all races friendly to give us a helping hand. While on our journey to save Beep from his wraith form there was a disturbence in the Mirkwood kingdom. Thousands and thousands of orcs were marching toward the forest from the east and south. I do not know the story but i have a heard it from the guard on the borders. The first sign was a great horn, it was no Elvish horn... It was the horn of Mordor! The pack of guards had little chance against the hundreds of orcs piling in at a time. They did not want to go coward though. My brother, Calandor IIII, was commander of this group and circled them in formation. Firing upon orcs and orcs until their quivers were empty and piles of them lay near. But they kept pouring in and in. In my brothers last stand he used the last thing he wanted... The Horn of Macabre, this horn was only used in a time of war and need uniting elves from every corner of this Middle Earth. More horns responded to the call getting farther and farther away. He and a few others were all that was left of his squad and this was known as The Calandor's Last Stand, for my father caught sight of him as he was charging out of the front gates. But it was too late... Calandor III pulled out his longsword named Espada the orcs cowered in the glint of the blade but quickly regained their courage. Calandor slayed many up to 100 orcs the day of his fall. He died with dignity and courage when he was pierced by arrows after arrows before he fell. My father was stunned to see his best son fall, He gathered the Royal Mirkwood Guard and charged out into the orcs, his eyes like fire and his face was gleaming white.... But alas he fell too, he was a fool to go out there in such a small number. He grieved too much for his loss and was foolish! The mirkwood spiders came from their darkness and pinned down some of his guard until he too was stabbed in the back by the king of Mirkwood spiders Kalrad the most devious of all. The orcs pleased with this fell back to the dark lands.... This now leaves me as the King of the Mirkwood Elves. I now wield my brothers longsword Espada and carry with me my fathers longbow Kaleos as I King of the Mirkwood realm i pronounce that Elves, Men, Dwarves, and the Free peoples of Middle Earth will thrive in joy once i get my revenge on the wraiths! I will not stop until i see every single orc dead on my battlefield. So I ask this one question, Who is loyal enough to join me in my quest?
