Thread: Another story of hero's
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Physical apperance-very long black hair, strange white eyes,thin and very pale, tall about 6.1.
skills-skilled with a sword and a bow
weapons- an elven sword and bow, and a few elven daggers
personality-not very friendly
Lesende walked in the forest of Rivendell. Bending down to look at flowers that are coming up from the soil. Walking over to a waterfall, she looked over the edge at the rushing waters. Just standing there a minute then turning around and sat down on a stone bench ovelooking the waterfall. She pulled a book out from her cloak. She opened it up and started reading. But didn't get past 2 pages when she looked up and shut the book. How can i sit her when there are wars going on in middle-earth she thought. SHe could help somehow, even if it is just a little things, she could still help. Making up her mind she quickley shoved her book in her cloak and as fast as she could she ran back to her house.
Throwing things in her bag as quickley as she could. Finally done packing she took out ink, paper, and a quill. Writting a note to her family, not telling where she was going, but why. Placing it on her desk in a place where she new they would find it. Then she grabed her bags and weapons and went out the door. Walking to the stables she saddled up her horse, tied her bags down and got on the horse. Ride fast Quleth, she said to the horse, and kicked its sides.
Sitting on her horse, she was just about to step over and go out of rivendell, she found it harder than she thought it would be. But she told herself she had to do it, and her horse took the first steps out of the land off Rivendell. She was going to Bree.
At the door of The prancing pony, she was in Bree, she had made it. Taking a deep breath she steped in, and took a look around the place.
weapons:twin swords that he wears on his sides and a a magicly bowstick
armor:chest and leg armor and warrior glauntes
desc: He is a very tall man about 6ft 3in. He weights about 300bls. He wears a cloak that is a midnight black. He has short midnight black hair. He has dark red eyes and has a scar that gos from his left eye to his chan.
Rannek is seting outside when he sees a young elf go inside. He stands up takeing out his swords. He runs at a tree cuting it in half. It drops and two trolls jump out of the runins. He attacks them killing them in two hits. He looks around for more. Thats crazy there has to be more, thinks to himself. He puts away his swords.
Name: Althea (called Lightfoot)
Race: Gondorian men
Gender: Female, but appearance and voice lead many to think she's male
Age: unknown, looks to be in thirties
Physical Appearence: Dressed as a Ranger of Gondor. Her hair is a light brown, eyes are grey
Skills: Anything in the Ranger field
Special Items/Weapons: Bow and arrows, a small horn on his belt, along with a short sword
Lightfoot entered the inn slowly. She immediately took out her pipe, sitting in the corner next to the fireplace. She blended into her surroundings very well...
Race: Man of Rohan
Weapons: Broadsword, spear, shield, bow and half full quiver.
Height: 6'5 and about 300 pounds.
Appearance: Coat of mail with leather armor leggings, linen arming clothes underneath, and a light bowl-shaped helm with a nose guard and mail coif. Hair to the base of his neck. Mountain beard. Blue eyes. Brown/blonde hair.
Personality: Good sense of humor, bad temper. (This is way to much like filling out an online dating form. Not that I've ever done that!)
I'll join the story later. like I said, I'm a busy man. Gotta keep the ohio-people in the north.
Description-Dark brown hair,green eyes,pale skin,typical elven features
Weapons-Sword,bow'n arrows,throwing knives,quarter staff
Clothing-Grey elven garb under large grey robe
Aspen moved from her corner in the room to a seat at the bar,ordering wine she then looked around at the other customers.
Name: Alatáriël Nólatári
Race: half-elven, female
Age: unknown, looks about 19-20ish
Weapons: two shortswords and various daggers hidden on her person.
Description: wavy reddish-brown hair that falls to her lower back, usually tied back. 5'7"ish. Is dressed in dark greens and greys. She is very limber and can move very quickly when she wants to. can't think of anything else...oh, history is unknown.
return I shall not
And the light of day shalln't cross my eyes
never again to walk in the light
look for me not upon dawn's first light.
Kletick sang these lines softly as he rode throught the mid-morning sun. He was crossing the Gap of Rohan and admiring Orthanc from a distance. Knowing that he had been called to bree in order to meet a wealthy foreigner, he was hoping for employment. As a mercenary, Kletick was always summoned to fight for leaders in need of "specialists". But, this work was not cheap to purchase, and at the same time was hard to make a living from. Jobs could be weeks, months, or even a year apart.
"Its a hard life," Kletick thought,"But........It's all I know. Why couldn't I have been a sheperd like my aunt, rest her soul, told me to?"He had been raised by his aunt after his parents had died of
Appearance: Scruffy, brown hair, braided beard
Weapons: hammer, sword
Skills: mining, making mithril
"AAAAH!" screamed Ham as he was being chased by the invaders. A troll picked him up by his colalr, and Ham turned around and swung his hammer in the troll's face. The troll roared and flung Ham out of his grasp. Ham landed on a rooftop. "Oh, no! How am I going to get down from here?" Just then, he fell throug the roof into the Prancing Pony in the middle of a table. He rubbed his behind in pain.
Lightfoot stood, pipe away, then hurried outside.
Kletick looks at the darkening sky, absent-mindedly tying his horse's bridle to a tree branch. Chewing on some dried beef, he notices the faint thud of human footsteps near him. The Man of Rohan loostens his long, single edged dagger, or skean (sorry if orgot to mention that and his skinning knife in the description). Looking at the surrounding plains of Dunland, he notices a band of a dozen or so men approaching him, trying to keep to the ground and out of site.
"They are wild men of dunland, dragging a corpse behind them!" that was Kletick's thought as he saw the human figure dragging from a rope behind one of the Dunlendings.
And Bradly,he's got you there. He,he,he... Sorry, actually in a good mood today...
Rannek sees a arrow hit a troll in the head. He looks back seeing a hooded woman. He feels four trolls jump on his back. He jumps back landing on his back. He stabs them in the chest and kills them. He kicks one of the trolls in the air. Then kicks it to a group of trolls running at him. He knocks them down. He runs at them. As they get up he cuts them in half. He sees the battle stop and sees 2 trolls running for the lives. He looks around at the died trolls and blood all over the ground.
She nodded briefly, then ran after the two trolls, deciding that none should escape alive. She smiled, sword in hand. She enjoyed the thrill of the chase very much. And trolls weren't very hard to track, so this was an easy task.
Aspen began throwing her daggers,which weren't exactly effective at the time and eventually resorted to her sword. Not sure whether there were more coming considering the rush,she she stood waiting.
Unless of course were not in middle-earth. In which case im very confused. You have to understand.................. I dont drink coffee.
Lightfoot easily caught up to the two runaway trolls. She shook her head-trolls, can't find a stupider creature...maybe the occasional hobbit...
"Hey, trolls, look here!" she yelled to them. "You going to let me get away?"
The trolls grunted and turned, now going after Lightfoot. The smile dropped from her face, and she jumped up into a tree. The trolls stopped by the tree and looked around quizzically. She gripped her hilt for a moment before jumping down onto one's neck. Lightfoot dug the tip of her sword through it's tough hide slowly, taking a couple of hits from the troll's club. After a few moments, the troll fell flat on it's face, not to move again. Lightfoot turned to the other troll with a smile.
"Your turn!" she declared, then sprung forward.
She was stopped by a club crashing into her torso, sending her flying back. Some ribs cracked from the impact. She laid there for a moment, regaining her breath. Blood trickled down her face lightly. Soon, she stood up again, and saw the troll looming over her. Lightfoot ducked in between it's legs, then climbed up it's back. She hung on lightly to it's neck, digging her sword through it's skin. Eventually, the troll was decapitated. The head fell to the ground, only to be crushed by the giant mass of the troll. Lightfoot flew forward, her sword covered in troll blood. She grunted on impact, then slowly stood and stumbled back to the Prancing Pony, where she took her seat in the corner once more, catching her breath.
She glanced around, then back outside with a small sigh. She stood up and stumbled out, sword in hand. Maybe they will think I've had too many ales, she thought. She glanced to Rannek.
"What's your name Sir? I am Lightfoot."
She eased her hand on the hilt of her sword so it wouldn't fly to her ribs. She smiled a bit, keeping quiet, thinking about the battle before against the trolls...good times.
"No, I never was, and if that's a compliment, thanks. I am naught but a Ranger from Gondor. Swordplay is easier for me than using a bow."
"Nice to meet a sturdy dwarf such as yourself Ham. You took quite a fall back there. I am called Lightfoot."
"So, you met any of these people before?"
She turned so she was facing Rannek and Ham.
"Hullo, I'm Alatariel, Ala for short."
"Nope, today's the first day."
She glanced out ahead again.