A plague has hit middle earth, from every trail such as natural desasters to strange barbarian attacks, mishaps and misfortune. The few elves left have spread rumors to be picked up by the ears of men and dwarves, and hobis alike. The rumors whisper of a darkness that controls the plague, a central source to all the "natural" ailments of life that have so stronly been thrust upon the land in the last generation.

Now, all those from the kings to the lowliest servant must take their part and fill their roll in retreaving peace of a calm way of life for those who dwel in middle earth. All have been called, but few will make the choice, and they will make the difference and defeat the darkness that threatens to blot out the simple and peacefull life we once knew.

my chari....


Name= Dakara

Gender= Male

Appearnce= long dark purple hair down to waist with a red andpblue stripe on my right sde. Skinny, five feet and six inches tall but very strong. Wears a black suit much like Aragorn's outfit in FOTR

Weapons= 2 swords a dager, and a small but strong bow and arrows

Personality= Loner, slightly preocupied but still nice and well mannered, often makes strange requests.

I'll join, Darlin!

http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtop ... 254#376254
That's where you can find my character that I'm using in this rpg...

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Great! Welcome! I supose we can just go ahead and start. But if anyoen else wants to join feel free to step in any time!

Dakara had lived an unusual life, growing upin middle earth but never knowing where his oragins lead back to. his hair, a dead give away that he was not quite normal, was a constant reminder of that.

But despite that he had found a good village he called home and loving people he could consider his family... until today.

Dakara raced back through the lingring fog of the early morning. the damp air carried each footstep, beating louder than the throbing pace in his chest.
He could see smoke rising in the distance.. from the vilalge! Bandits had attacked, leaving rubble, smoldering houses.... and charred bodies littered the village roads.

"Dead... All of them... dead!" he though to himself. he dropped to his knees in tears as thoughts of revenge filled his mind. He knew that wasn't what his familyand friends would have wanted but whatever happened he would fight against the growing threats that plagued their lands until his last breath!

(changed my character's name)

Eonera rode upon her brown horse, Hronthal, at an easy canter. She always enjoyed riding upon the lands in the morning, when it was still quiet, and because of the dew the land seemed enchanted. She halted her mare when she saw smoke in the distance, then spurred her horse into an imediate gallop.
Soon they arrived in the burnt down town. Eonera looked at the destruction with a growing saddness in her heart. Then she heard something, and cantered toward it. She found a man with purple hair kneeling amungst the rubble...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((I will join, here is my char. What part of Middle-Earth are we in right now?
http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=14525))

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I'll join!

It's the fourth one, I think, Reniel.
http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... hp?t=13099

I'm kinda wondering the same thing as Shadowfax'sLastStand

Welcome both! Thankes much for joining! (And as far as what prt of middle earth we are in *gets map* I'll say Arnor around that area)



Dakara swung around, swinging out his sword in a mad furry of flashing mettal as his feet pivoted on the ground in a single effortless motion that brought him faces the sounds of an approching horse from behind.

"who are you?" he asked the young woman, less hostile than his actions assumed he was.

Reniel heard voices off towards her left. Instinctively, the Dunadain ducked. She made her way over, taking cover behind large piles of debris. She drew her blade soundlessly and stood. "Who are you two, then?" she demanded. "Here to dishonour the memories of the dead? I won't have it." she said.

Before the first arrival could answer another character showed her face.

Dakara swung his sword in a half circle to point towards the elf. He honestly didn't even know at this point if he could trust an elf.

Slowly he backed away from the two of them, still in shock and confusion, fear briming over in his eyes as a solitary tear rolled down his cheek.

(Do you mind if i join too?)

Name: Beldak
Gender: Male
Race: Men
Appearence: long black hair reaches till his shoulder, green eyes, semi-beard on his chin, a green cloak, clothing resembles very much ranger of Ithilien's stuff. Strong build, tall, fair

Weaponry:He wore a sword at his left side, dagger kept hidden into his waist, horn of Gondor is near his sword attached to the his waist from the behind

(Hey Dakara, can I be local of your village??)

Beldak was away from his village for at least 2 hours, he was on hunt with some rangers and volunteers from the other villages to kill and provide some food for his family. And he was returning with a great boar which was full of meat. This would be enough for this week. His family would love seeing that he had caught such a big animal. Beldak was daydreaming of course till he saw a big smoke rises from the village, his village. His eyeballs became bigger and he made a run towards the village as much strength as he could find in his body. Before that, he left the dead boar that he carried on his back. As Beldak reached the village, he drew his swords and slow himself down. Suddenly, he stopped himself and looked at the halvely destroyed houses. One of which was belonged to him. He could not help it the tears going down so fast because inches away, his beloved son and wife was lying on the floor breathless. Beldak kneeled down and screamed, screamed again with a rage. Till notices a man(Dakara that would be you if you like) swing around his sword, and some horses rode but stayed still in that position by holding his dead wife and son together and hug them.

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

(Sure fine Captain Faramir
whatever you want works! Welcome)

Dakara jumped at the sceam, again thrusting his blade through the air in a motion of pure confusion and reaction. There he saw Beldak crying over the bodies of his dead family. An even deeper pit sunk in his stomach. But in some small way it comforted him to know that he was not the only one from his village to survive.

Dakara was unable to hold another tear from breaking free and rolling down his cheek.

Beldak's tears sorta settled down and his rage became obvious as he sighted a man with the sword more clearly. He left his dead family on the floor easily and the sword he held by his slack hand towards the man just came in his sight with swinging of a sword in the air. "Who are you?" Beldak said with a rage and his hand was still trembling while holding the sword. He saw the horses around and heard the footsteps that approaches. Beldak repeated his question in an aggressive manner loudly. "Who are all of you?"

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

Czarralin saw smoke in the distants and rode quickly towards it. There was a town, and everyone in it was dead. Nothing moved as she rode in to it on her horse, Screamer. "Well, Screamer, were doing a good job living up to your full name, we really are in the void," she told the horse. Just then she heard a scream. Turning down the main road of the village she saw many people on the road, some with horses another with his sword drawn. "May I asked what happend here?" she ask.

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Eonera shook her head, because before she got to reply, more people arrived.
"I'm Eonera, Shield Maiden of Rohan. I saw the smoke from a distance, and came to see what had happened. I'm sorry for what has happened to a village in a brother country." she replied, lifting her hands to show she had no weapon in hand, and that she was a friend...

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(Reniel is a Dunadain, btw, Dakara.)

Reniel glanced first at the man and then at the second newcomer. "I am unsure myself, which is why I was asking them. I am a former inhabitant of this village and was returning to find the inhabiants that I knew, particularly one." she said. "I am Reniel of the Dunadain."

Dakara looked around and slowly dropped his sword tip to the ground as he realized he was surounded by friends as oposed to foe.
He only assumed that the last of the new commers, the young woman riding the horse who appeared tobe from Rohan, was also a freind.

he then turned to Beldak. "I am Dakara. I lived here..." he said in a lowley voice. "I don't believe we ever met properly but my parents were Veren and Alisha Tolan."