Thread: The Scourging of Mordor
as a side note if you'd prefer to be an orc king or some other evil creature that's perfectly fine as long as you let everyone else know that you're being on the evil side
I will be playing as Ashwyn an elf maid from Lorien who has exceptional skill with her twin swords. I might also create a character for the evil side (depending on how many, if any, people want to do that.) If anyone has any questions or suggestions please say so and I can edit this post. Thanks everyone
Ok to keep this organized I'm going to set up a clearer storyline (sort of) as well as positions, accepted weapons etc.
The Bad Guys
Angthar-A Nazgul that somehow survived the destruction of Sauron and the ring of power.
Draurg-A youngish dragon corrupted by Angthar and used as his mount.
Arathar, Lord of the Goblins of South Ephel Duath-played by Eruheran
* If anyone wants to add someone to either of these lists just say so and I'll add it
The Good Guys
Ashwyn-Elf maid warrior from Lorien. played by me, Ashwyn Laurelwin.
Rhothgar of Esgaroth-easy going warrior from Esgaroth, played by Rho
Anardil- a man from Poros with allegiance to Gondor-played by Thorin
* There will also be unnamed "filler" characters who are just kind of there lol
This is mainly your decision but to keep it more Middle Earth style modern weapons aren't allowed.
Ok that's it for now. When you join I'll put your character name and your username down so everyone knows who's playing who. So when joining if you could put down character name and weapon(s) down (roughly) like this:
Character Name: ....
Other Info: (optional)
That would be awesome. Thanks soooooooo much guys! And this is my first RPG thread so feel free to give constructive criticism
Ashwyn shouldered her bow thinking about the proposition King Aragorn had just presented. The scourging of Mordor sounded like it could be interesting and dangerous which was just the sort of adventure she was looking for, but was it really a good idea? She'd heard many strange tales recently about Mordor from rangers who'd gone inside to scout it out, and all of them sounded quite eerie and unusual. One tale she had just heard from Elrohir not two days ago. He'd been just inside where the gates of Morannon had once stood and seen eerie glowing lights coming from somewhere near Mount Doom as well as shrill cries. Ashwyn distinctly remembered the look of fear that crossed Elrohir's face as he spoke of them. To her it sounded as though he was describing a Nazgul's call but how could that be??? Ashwyn chuckled to herself. Seeing as how she was so curious she'd just have to go find out for herself she supposed. So with the decision made she began to softly hum to herself as she went to tell Lord Aragorn that, Yes, she would indeed love to be part of the expedition into Mordor!
Two Days Later
Ashwyn quickly glanced down the list of warriors who had decided to come and frowned. There were far too few for what she had in mind. This was going to be failed mission if no one else would come. She sighed and glanced around the unfamiliar tavern she was sitting in, wondering idly how much longer they could afford to wait before they'd have to leave. Horses still needed to be found and supplies bought. Though Ashwyn knew that as long as she rode her stallion Nightflame she would be fine for he was a loyal and powerful stallion, and while it could not be proved there was much talk that he was the son of the great Shadowfax. His speed certainly could be from that, Ashwyn thought speculatively. But who knows! she sighed and settled back in her chair looking around again, hoping to see a possible candidate for the expedition.
Weapons: Twin short handed scimitars, several knifes and daggers hidden in various places on his bodice
Nature: cheeky, easy going, an adventurer, loves to have fun, bit of a fast talker, is known to have sticky fingers and it's rumored his dice are loaded.
Rothgar sat in a smoky corner of the tavern eyeing the young lass Ashwyn while nibbling at a piece cheese and sipping mead.
She certainly looked the part, attractive, yet he had no doubt she knew how to use those weapons she carried, it showed in the way she carried herself.
Oh well he thought, might as well go introduce myself He popped the last of his snack into his mouth, then stood and made his way over to her table and gave a cursory smile as she glanced up at him.....
Arathar, Lord of the Goblins of South Ephel Duath, smirked as he sat in the dinner hall of their cave. He heard a smack of lightning, and walked a few hundred meters to the entrance. It was heavily raining, and would probably end up flooding the caves if it continued. He pulled a large chain, and a rock slid in-front of the door. As he walked away, the rock crumbled, and he spun. 2 of the forest Elves charged in, and he swung his sword out, killing them. Their Dungeon was being attacked. He ran to the steel arch that held the opening up, and looked outside, 20 more elves were outside, which was enough to kill the 50 Goblins that he had with him. He charged down the corridor, and threw a torch at the large fire in the middle of the room. It lit up, a large flame shot out, warning his Goblins. 30 of them - Including Arathar - charged into the corridor, and another 10 ran to defend the barracks. The Remaining 13 waited in the dining hall.
Weapons: Long Bow, sword, spear, dagger, and shield.
Allegiance: Army of Gondor
Anardil had just come from the forts of Poros where life was quiet at the moment. He had heard tell of an expedition being organised to Mordor in his barrack last night and had decided he would be in for it. He had already obtained permission from his Captain as not many soldier were eager to go there. Mordor was still an evil place.
Making his way to a tavern where he was told that the Captain of the expedition was, he was rather dreading the moment not knowing what to expect. Pushing the door of the tavern, he entered and looked around.
He saw the captain and to his great surprise it was a woman! He gasped audibly...
'I pledge my swords my Lady, I'll follow you into Mordor and beyond' Flashing her a cheeky grin and winking at Anardil he sat at the table beside his captain to await the rest of his company.
* Quick note, if anyone wants to play as Draurg the dragon or Angthar that's perfectly fine or if not I can control them as well. It's up to you
"Goblins, flee the area. King Elessar has ordered to clear Mordor, and in the recent weeks, he has been rebuilding Barad-Dur." The Captain said loudly, and Arathar smirked, and raised his sword.
"We will defend our cave against you, then reclaim the tower of my master!" Arathar laughed, and spun his sword. The Elven captain grinned, and charged at them. Arathar lowered his sword, and as the Elven Captain came towards him to sever his head, Arathar raised it, and it went straight through the captain. The Elves began to fire their arrows, and 15 of the Goblins pulled out crossbows, and fired back. the Others charged at the enemy, and quickly slaughtered them.
"Tell the cowards that we spread north tomorrow." Arathar grunted, walking to the steel archway.
'Our captain is certainly a rare bird' he barked a squawk of a laugh 'Pun not intended......though she fair put the heebies up me with that hawk and all' making the sign of the evil eye he caught the attention of a serving wench, indicating more mead.
'Now, I've served under a few unusual Captains in my time. One that springs to mind was a Goblin named Mazrac....yeah, strange but true' He laughed, noting Anadil's raised eyebrows 'It's an unusual tale and I'll tell yah all about it one day, but I have to tell you, I've never fought under a Lass, and her being a Elf and all'
He handed the serving wench a few coppers as their drinks had arrived 'Strange times' He muttered taking a pair of dice from his pouch. 'Ahhh, and here we all thought the dark days were over....tell me, were you at the battle of Morannon with the western Army? .....pretty sure I've seen your mug before...... I was with Aragorn at the black gate, hell of a day, took a arrow shaft fair in the chest and if it wasn't for that Wizard Gandalf....well then.... I wouldn't be here telling the tale now and that's no boast......' He gestured with the dice 'game?'
"Oh yes," he said. "I was 3 files behind the Dunedains of the North. A mighty hard battle it was. But it the last few years I have served here and there in peaceful regions which is not at all to my liking."
"And to be honest, I'm a triffle unsure about serving under a lady. I never did so before and certainly do not know her worth in battle."
The Goblin, Uruk and Orc warriors quickly left the cave, Arathar left the steel gates last, and turned. The Orcish engravings glowed red, then the Orange Crystal at the top glowed black and maroon, showing that Sauron's spirit gave them a chance, and hope of victory. He grinned, before plunging one of his daggers into the Crystal, and the gates crumbled. The Crystal then exploded, and the tunnels collapsed, and a cloud of dust formed around the mountain. He then caught up with his men.
"To the Tower of our Master!" He roared, grinning.
'But I fear me' he went on 'That we have far more problems than proving ourselves in battle'. He looked in turn at each of his companions as if to show the importance of his next statement.
'A scourging of Mordor as your Lord Aragorn suggests is going to take a army of thousands to accomplish, the Orcs and creatures of Sauron are regrouping..... many more than we realized survived the battle of the black gate, and even now they're slinking back, oozing out their holes like an infection, I fear me that us three....and a handful of thieves and cutthroats.... is going to be like farting against the proverbial thunder in comparison to those evil hoards'
He leaned back in his chair, staying silent for a time, watching the effect his words had on his new friends.
'May I suggest' he continued as he began slicing the rind off a small hard cheese he'd taken from his pack' That if by the morning we have no new recruits, the three of us leave our mounts with a friend of mine in Minus Morgul, and with stealth, enter Mordor on foot to assess the situation?'
Ashwyn nodded slowly. She liked Rho's idea because it would give Aragorn more time to recruit for the venture and help them get a handle on the situation so they would already know some of what they were up against, which would definitely help prepare them.
"This seems a mad idea but I believe it is feasible. It would also provide us with valuable info before the host goes there. And maybe we'll find some Orcs to play with too," he ended grinning.
"Well, If that's it then I'll take your leave masters and go prepare myself for tomorrow. Where do we meet and at what time?"
A few weeks latter found the company on the edge of Mordor, about 3 days out of Minus Mogal. So far their journey had been uneventful, the wasteland seemed utterly void of life and Rho was at first worried that with the absence of wildlife they'd use what meager supplies they'd been able to bring with them within a few short days, but their Elven leader showed the two men her worth quickly, her tracking skills were astonishing and most nights found them with full bellies.
Her Hawk kept within close quarters and would pop in from time to time, and it seemed their first priority was to get to the caves where the Elves had perished.
'Begging your pardon Captain, but what exactly were your brethren doing here in this god forsaken hellhole anyways'? Rho asked one morning, as he stood waist deep in swampy goop.
She stiffened suddenly and peered at the ground. Could her eyes be deceiving her??? But no! There was indeed a clear trail through the muck made by nothing less then a sturdy stag! Ashwyn gave a long, low whistle and her hawk flew to her. She had to make sure that she was right. After all a wearying chase through this swamp would exhaust even her stamina and light footedness, and if it came to naught the exhaustion could well prove perilous for the journey. Swiftly explaining the situation to the hawk, which was certainly a strange sight, she let him go and seek for the stag. It took but a few short minutes for the hawk to return, and from it's excited whistles she could tell that she was indeed correct in her assessment of the tracks. Turning to her companions she said, "I'll be back quickly. There's a stag nearby and he will feed us for at least a few weeks if rationed correctly." and, with that, she stepped lightly across the ground following the tracks which would lead her to the stag.
The sun was getting low when she saw him. A great stag with a huge rack of antlers. She silently praised her good fortune, took aim, and let her arrow fly. As always it stayed true to it's mark and hardly daring to believe her luck she walked to the stag's body. It seemed hardly possible that Ashwyn could drag the stag back, seeing as he was almost three times her size and strongly built. But somehow she managed it and returned to their makeshift camp beaming with the great stag's body being dragged behind her.
"That's a nice kill! But we'll need to dry the most of the meat if we plan of carrying it with us and that should take days as lighting a fire here is not advisable," Anardil spoke to his companion.
"If you wish for my counsel, I have discovered a quite clean and safe grotto by one of the little rivers there are we should be able to rest and recover our strength before we continue our journey. It will also give us more time to be familiar with the terrain which by the looks of it is going to help us in the days to come!"