Lord of the Rings - The First Age

[POMC S117]

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That would count as being very rich. You have to have believable amounts of money.

I have to go now. I'll be back in half an hour. See you then.

[Imp]

Dwanum waited. Nothing happened. Dwanum looked into the den and was sneezed on. The bear was still alive, but it didn't do anything. He looked down again at the bear. It had a confused look on his face and it whimpered. The bear had the pick stuck in his foot. Dwanum, with great caution, approached the little bear. The bear was bleeding, bad. Dwanum forgot about food and Shama and ripped of some cloth from his clothes. He ripped the pick from the bears paw. The bear moaned, but did nothing. Dwanum wrapped the cloth around its paw.

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Beleg charged over to the den, pushing past the Dwarven woman. He looked at the Dwarf who was tending to the injured bear.

"Go. I will take care of this. Travel down the path for a mile or so. You will find my hut. It is in an alcove borded by some trees. You will find food there. You can stay the night. Take your wife. Go now! These parts are dangerous during the night."

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Update: I'm staying.

[Sav]

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Edited my above post.

[Imp]

Dwanum told Shama about what he was told and they ran. They felt great that they were about to get real food and rest, but scared about going into a stranger's home. They found the hut at last and waited at the door.

[POMC S117]

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err... You could have bought some leather.

Sav, you can go off on your own adventures before leaving for Brethil. It will be a long, long, dangerous journey. Through forests, mountains, barbarian camps, orc patrols, everything.

[Sav]

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Haha, i had a brainfart. Okay. When will i be able to make The Shire?

[POMC S117]

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Anytime you want.

[Imp]

Dwanum became worried about the man. Is he coming? Is the bear kill him? Did he kill the bear? He like that bear. He kept this to himself, but he named it pick-paw.

[OblivionDuruza]

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Hey guys hold up

Looks like Lt and mc had a similar ideas to me, but maybe we can work in a relationship between our characters, either a friendship or even a rivalry.

Name: Faronhír
Age: 100-200
Gender: Male
Race: Noldor
Appearance: Tall and slender, agile yet strong. Faronhír has long brown hair, reaching down past his shoulders and braided with gold.
Place of Birth: Gondolin
Family House: Thlim Quing Ilon (The House of the Heavenly Arch)
Profession: Warrior
Current Home: Gondolin
Skills: Archery, Swordsmanship and some Magic
Armour: Elven Mail Armour, Heavenly Arch Shield ("of the blue of the heavens [with a] boss a jewel built of seven gems: rubies, amethysts, sapphires, emeralds, chrysoprases, topazes, and amber") and Helm (An opal of great size was set in each of their helms)
Weapon: Elven Sword (yeah, proper Elven - it does glow blue around Orcs, with an Opal embedded in its hilt), Elven Longbow (oak)
Pets: None
Wealth: The House of the Heavenly Arch is a House of "unaccounted wealth". As such, Faronhír is well taken care of, and lives in prosperity and a degree of splendour.
Strengths: A skilled bladesman and marksman, with natural Elven strength, agility and intellect
Weaknesses: Not only is he proud and uneasy around other races, Faronhír is also naive about the threat that Morgoth poses to his homeland.
Moral Orientation: Good
Ruler: King Turgon of Gondolin, Egalmoth of the Heavenly Arch
Band of Followers: None at present
Family:

[Sav]

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Okay

Matthias opened the door to the shop.
"I'd like to buy a set of leather instead." He said.

[POMC S117]

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Duru, you''re in.

I'm going to group the Elves together somehow and the men. Then I'll get the Dwarf in there. We need more players though.

"You again?" Muttered the man. "What will it be? A full set, half set , new or old, male or female?"

[Imp]

The couple knocked on the door, thinking that maybe, just maybe there was a short-cut he didn't know about and he got there before him

[POMC S117]

Beleg tied the bear up and led it through the trees. He walked for an hour and reached the hut.

"Go in. I just need to release this."

[Sav]

"Full set minus the helmet, new, male." Matthias said in a slightly annoyed tone.

[OblivionDuruza]

Faronhír strolled through the Great Market, lazily regarding the going ons of the merchants who did business there and the many Elves scurrying about their daily business.

I should probably get going he thought to himself. He was expected for guard duty in less than an hour.

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"Are you sure?" He asked.

He went round the back and brought out a suit of armour. It was handcrafted and buckled with iron. There was a picture of the sun inlaid on the chest.

"200 coins please."

[Imp]

Dwanum walked into the house and thought, "This is the first time I have been in a hosue for...53 years." He held the door open for Shama and then waited.

[Sav]

Matthias handed the man the coins.

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The house was modest but warm. There was a thick red rug beside the fireplace and a sword lay on the table. Some water and cheese lay in the kitchen.

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The man slowly and deliberately counted them. "Did you steal these?" He muttered, handing over the armour.

[Imp]

Dwanum said, with a happy face "This is a lovely home"
Shama said, with a desperate face " Chesse? You have chesse? Can I have some? Please let me have some."
Dwanum looked ashamed of his wife

[Sav]

"No..." Matthias said, grabbing the armor.

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Beleg heard the womans pleas. "Go ahead. Help yourself. There's water in the jug and some bread in the larder."

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"Are you sure?" He taunted further.

[Sav]

"I'm sure." He said.

[POMC S117]

The shopkeeper laughed a cruel, cold laugh as Mattias left the shop.