The DuneDain Inn OOC

[yhwh1st]

Hi all! Hope you don't mind but I thought I'd start an OOC thread for the DuneDain Inn (http://www.thetolkienforum.com/showthread.php?t=17799). So this is where all discussions are posted for the DuneDain Inn.

[yhwh1st]

Just thought I'd let y'all know that my character will be joining yours in the evening at the inn. But I don't think I'll post again 'til then.

[Daranavo]

See you there!

[AraCelebEarwen]

((Mind if we put profiles here? :D This was a good idea by the way! Thanks Meg! This is going to be fun. *rubs hand together* ))

Name: Olheri - mostly elf
Age: young, for an elf

A woman on a mission, Olheri is a beautifully young (though not full blooded) elf. She set herself a quest and refuses to give up, knowing that if she did, she could not go home.

Beautiful, deep blue eyes (though she can change them to green at times). Long, almost black-brown hair. A dark green dress and a cape that blends into the shadows. Graceful, almost flirty at times, she likes to talk and enjoys a good glass of wine or cup of ale. A rainbow of emotions grace her fair face. A wonderful or teasing smile can change in an instant. Her eyes hold a spark of light that will shine at times or vanish into a darkness that pulls on one's gaze. Beauty, danger, life and pain give a depth to her.

Her past is as shadowed as the stories that are slowly being forgotten. Her age is not known other then the fact that to her mother's people, she is not much more then a child.

Any and all other available info must be found in other places, as she is a wanderer and a mystery.

((It strikes me that we could very easily turn the Green Hills into a 'mini town'! Go from one place to the next, stop at the shops, fight in the Battle Grounds, find a good drink and meal at one of the inns, get a room to rest you feet and hang your hat or just have fun where you are... just something I've been thinking though... please ignore me if you think it would never work... :D ))

[Daranavo]

Name: Sullan Mar'Dunai

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 42

Personality: He is a man of means and so he is very polite and mannered. He is skilled in diplomacy and etiquette of many different cultures. He is intelligent and possesses a very dry sense of humor. He speaks several different languages, one of which is a dark language of Middle-Earth. He has a genuine thirst for knowledge and enjoys talking of events and of artifacts long forgotten. When pressured he can be intimidating though he directly has no real prowess for combat. His threats are carried out by others who are well skilled in such arts. He has contacts with ties to important people in many different cities, including those in league with Sauron and his minions.

General Description: Sullan is about 5' 10" tall and overly lithe, to the point it makes him seem frail. He has brown hair and brown eyes, and a white or grey hued complexion. He wears fine suits of the era made of wool or cotton in blacks and browns and shoes to match. He is not an attractive save for his personality and the way he holds his posture in public.

Possessions: He owns the Antique shop down the road from the Dunedain Inn. Its door is a very thick and hard wood. The lock is very complex and difficult to pick. There is also an iron bar that swings down across the door that can not be picked or defeated without brute force. He also owns all of the items within the store. He has locked in a safe with an extremely complex lock a large sum of gold, jewelry, and gemstones. At night, he also locks several of his best items in it.

History: Sullan grew up in Ithel, a son of a wealthy merchant. He was well educated and despised swords and fighting. He was a scholar and as a young adult he traveled to many cities and many lands in search of knowledge and lore about the world around him. He learned to speak many languages and can identify many objects of value and or historical importance. As well as tell the tales and history of the item. He returned to Ithel and along with his father, worked the store. He bought and sold many items of historical importance and when his father died, he decided to leave Ithel in search of new markets. He spent years in the service of the Elves in Rivendell, and later to Saruman in exchange for knowledge and access to rare books and tomes. He has made a conscious choice to align himself with Sauron and his minions and in the past, he has been called upon to do what must be done for his lord.

[Daranavo]

Name: Daranavo Savoy

Age: 28

Sex: (often) Male

Race: (only when chased) Man of the West

Likes: the company of a beautiful, well-mannered woman, a song of victory, a good joke, a nice mug of mead at room temperature, a smoke of tabac just after sunset, haggling, gambling, a clean Inn room, and of course, to ride at any time of day.

Dislikes: rudeness, disrespect to a lady, Orcs and goblins of any sort, cheaters and liars, boiled meats, hard liquor.

General Appearance: His hair is a dingy blonde, unkept, wavy, and shoulder length. He has similar colors washed into his beard that is kept short when it is kept at all. He has 2 visible scars each about a half of inch long. The first just left of his left eye. The other, just below his chin. Other scars exist among his body parts, a testiment to a harsh living environment. He is every bit of 6 feet, and has an obvious athletic build. Broad shoulders as if he has done much swimming and well muscled triceps, calves and thighs. His complextion might be fairer if not for the amount of time he has spent in the sun. He wears no jewelry of any kind and overtime has come to appreciate the durability of fine leather. He wears alot of it, in Dark browns he has long boots and a belt with heavy iron buckles, gloves (often tucked in the front of his belt when not riding) with lighter, more natural looking pants and vest. His cloak is of a thick, lighter blue wool. His long-sleeved tunic, normally stained of sweat, at times could pass for an off-white when cleaned and mended proper. He has a brown leather headband flattened around his head and tied in the back. Its over-lengths swinging to his right side with the flow of his hair. His sword scabbard is made of a light metal somewhat ornate, and covered in a very fine brown leather. A small leather coin pouch hangs to his right near his scabbard with a small amount of coin. His look is common among the Long riders and may be recognized.

Weapons: Atop the scabbard is the hilt and covered pommel of a rapier. From what you can see due to the cloak, it appears to be of fine craftmanship, etched with silver.

Possessions: A fine, well bred, well trained horse of the like of the Men of the West. A dark brown gelding named Gaidon. Of which he trained himself from a fowl. Bedroll, horse blanket, bridle, tack and saddle stylized similar to that of a rider of Rohan, however, to a trained eye, much of the heraldry and distiguishing errata have been removed making it appear very plain. A large saddle bag: that holds a pommel of a rapier, a bloodied cloak, and a plain leather headband, much like that of which he wears now. 2 Waterskins, ration cloths and binding, a fine reed pipe, tabac, 2 bloodstained tunics, both in bad shape, a small mirror, soap powder, a crossbow with 17 bolts.

History: Daranavo grew up in the plains of Rohan, born to a Lord and lady of lesser nobility. His affinity for horsemanship became apparent early in his life and at the age of 15, he was inducted into the military. He learned the way of the shield, spear, sword, and bow and fought many orcs and men that encroached upon the plains. At age 22, his skill of horse was nearly legendary among his people. He became a respected and battle hardened Lieutenent, and was given a fowl to train from the finest stock of horses. However, as the days and nights came and went, he lost his thirst for battle and decided to step down. His lord would have him serve him still in some fashion, for his skills should not be wasted. He charged Daranavo with the delivery of dispatches to the outlining territories. There were a few men like him who undertook these long and dangerous missions, they were called the Long Riders. It is said, a long rider could fight, eat, sleep, all of horse without halt for many days. He befriended a fellow Long Rider, a son of status and fortune but with great skill of horse. For years the two would ride and complete mission after mission, until betrayal reeled its ugly head. He discovered that his companion's father would soon attempt the throne by treachery and that his companion and friend was aiding in the endeavor. One night, he followed his companion to a meeting place and was discovered. 3 men afoot, and his companion of horse he did spy conspiring against his lord. He escaped but only after a long chase that ended in the death of his friend. In the custom of the Long Riders to a fallen man, he broke the blade from his dead companion's rapier, collected his headband, rapier pommel and cloak, and loosed his horse upon the plains. He knew that he could now never return to his homeland again for what he had done. With hands forever stained with blood and a heavy heart he rode like the wind and never looked back.