Dunedain and bloodshed

[Warrior93]

(( first thread. anyone can join, just post character. mines below.)

The man stumbled along dragging his sword along the ground, his leg bloody and his arm was the same. An arrow pierced his shoulder. He barely escaped the bloody battle of the Haradrim and the Corsairs.The whole thing was a massacre, someone betrayed him. The man then ran into something soft, he looked up and there was human, he then collasped at the foot of them. " H..Help." he wheezed then he fainted.

Name:Seth
Age:22
Job Dunedain Ranger
Race: man
Weapons: Lonsword and white knives like these: http://www.lordoftherings.net/legend/weapons/images/whiteknives/blades.jpg

Appearence: albino: red eyes, white hair.

[sauronbill]

(Hope it's okay to join)

Rogan was angry. The arrival of this new comer had been troubling indeed. He was just about to roast his dinner when this extremely white man had come and collapsed at his feet. The black-bearded giant sighted and then bent down to examine the albino.

He had many wounds, and also none of them were mortal they were bleeding badly. He also had an arrow pierced in his back, hopefully it would not have pierce a lung or else the albino would be done for. Curiosly Rogan noted that also the stranger was very young, he had white hair. Something that was extremely peculiar. Grunting and sworing he picked the man up with the same facility one would pick up a small stone and headed deep into the forest.

After a while of walking he came to his home. A small, but comfortable hut. A huge black hound run to meet him.

"Your master is home home, Tiger" said Rogan at the time that he patted the hound. "I have miss you."

"I see you've brought some company," said a small voice. Rogan looked up to see the old woman. Aga was looking at him with worried eyes. "What are you doing bringing a stranger to our house? He could be a murderer or a thief for heaven's sake."

"You I did not miss my dear Aga," said Rogan giving the old woman a poisonous look " and the stranger, as you call him, is very hurt and in need of healing. I just thought you could help him, you know, with you being a healer and all."

"You will be the death of me, Rogan " said the woman." By the gods I swear it. You put too much trust in people."

The giant chuckled."As long as the gods take you before me I'll be more than happy," he said and strolled past her.


The night proved to be a cold one, but thanks to Aga's stew Rogan did not feel it much. "What will you do with him?" asked the giant."And why does he has to sleep in my bed?"

"He will sleep in the bed until he recovers, and I will hear no more about it you big oaf. Now go see if you can find some Merly Weed. I will need it in order to heal him."

"In this cold? You are mad"

"Take Tiger. He knows the spots."

Rogan swore, but he threw his travel cloak on and got out. He came back after an hour letting the hound in and seating in front of the fire. He gave the plant to Aga.

"Had I known that this would be so much work I would have left him where I found him,"he said.

Aga didn't snap back, something extremely peculiar. Instead she broke the leaves and added to a small cauldron that was hanging on top of the fire. After a few minutes of stirring the potion, she put a few spoonfulls in a wooden bowl. Then she smeared the albino's wounds with it, including the one where the arrow had been. Then with Rogan's help she made the patient drink a few sips.

"Now what?",asked the giant.

"Now we wait for him to wake up," said the old woman smiling.





Here are my 2 characters

Name:Rogan
Age: 34
Job: Forest man at present, but he was a skillfull mercenary in his young years.
Weapons: A large double-headed ax
Appearance: Very tall(close to seven feet tall),with a black beard and with massive arms. He is fat but very strong. One would say he looks like a small bear.

Name:Agara
Age: 104
Job: Healer and magicker, also very little is known of her past
Weapons: A small dagger
Appearance:She looks like she is. A very ancient old woman, but her blue eyes sparkle with life.

[Warrior93]

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Seth woke up in a warm bed, it was sunrise and he couldn't find out where he was. His wounds were dressed and seemed healing by the minute. He then sprung back wards, he felt for his sword but it wasn't there, Seth then gave a murderous look being hopeful to scare him away. The man just laughed, He then turned around and saw his weapons were up on the bed. He grabbed them and he drew his longsword and a white knife, the sword then crumbled in his hand. He looked, and there was and old woman, very old, she must have been a 100 years old."Hey!You old hag!" He yelled with anger. She just cocked her head and threw him a sword. He caught it and started to examine it, It was a elven blade wrought in silve and a bit of gold at the tip of the blade, a lapis lazuli was embedded in the hilt. He sheathed it and it fit perfectly. He then apologized to her and explained himself. " I am seth a dunedain ranger, I was injured in a treason battle. One of my men informed them we were coming. The corsairs and haradrim are burning the forests of the world. We tried to stop them."

Castor sped through the forest, it had been at least two days since he saw his brother seth. He searched villages, bars, inns, but to no success. He then came to an old hut, he ran in and there was Seth. He then saw the giant-man. He drew his double-bladed elven weapons and backed to his brother.

Seth grabbed his brother and hugged him, he beckoned him to sheath his swords and he did. "Now what is your stories?"Before they could answer Ray, their panther came bounding in and layed at their feet. "O..K, now what were you gonna say?"



Sorry for a late notice.

Name Castor

age 18

Job Dunedain ranger

Weapons Two elvish blades called Stingwhip and Diety

Special ablity/friend: A friend of the family a jet-black panther called Ray

[Sangahyando]

(hope this is okay)

Thranlas had fallen down a deep ravine. He was hiking along the Redhorn Pass. Thranlas had barely managed to reach the rocky out croppings of the cliff when the Orcs came along the road. With great speed an axe landed in the centre of an Orc Warg rider's chest. What had happended, he did not remember but at least he was at his target, the Golden Sickle tavern. He was saved by his brother, Nilos.

Name: Thranlas
Age: 36
Race: Barding, Man of Dale
Occupation: Woodsman
Weapons: Throwing Axes, Silver Dagger and Glaive

Name: Nilos
Age: 24
Race: Barding, Man of Dale
Occupation: Apprentice of Cirdan, Shipwright
Weapons: Mallorn Bow, Silver Dagger