Lord of the Rings Roleplay

*Confident in his shield of flames, the balrog temporarily changes into his vulnerable human form to heal his injuries.*

(SBG- I still would look younger than you. :P) *Suddenly a dagger buries itself into the now human Balrog's chest and then retracts and floats through the air back to Galaril's hand* You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places.

((That has absolutely nothing to do with actual age. :P))

As Turner draws close to the Balrog, raising his sword and preparing for intense combat, he is met with an incredible surprise. A loud, eerie shriek erupts from the center of the flames, followed by a rush of wind erupting from the same place. The fire disperses with the blast, and Turner is left standing before a strange young man lying on the ground with a gaping wound in his chest, out of which oozes thick black blood. Astonished, Turner steps back from the body; he then notices the she-Elf still on her horse, equal bewilderment on her face. Before either can think to say anything, another Elf hops down from a burning tree nearby and says to the man,

"You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places."

((Hey Joshua, do you want any last words? I think it's possible that your Balrog could still be alive, but dying, allowing you to say one more thing before your character is gone. If you want. :P))

((Great profile! However, I thought you might like to know something about Hobbits that might come in handy. If I remember correctly, the books say that Hobbits generally have very precise throwing/shooting skills; they're naturals at hitting targets. That may or may not be useful to your character later in the story, but I thought you'd like to know. Might want to bump up your "Accuracy" rating a bit, if you want. ;D))

Thanks, good catch! Here's my updated profile. xD

Name (required): Primrose Finnagund

Nickname: Rose

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race (required): Hobbit

Family: TBD

Birthday: April 27

Personality (required): Gentle, kind, and soft-spoken. It can take a while to earn her full trust, but she is willing to do anything to help and protect her closest friends.

Biography: TBD

Likes: Helping others, music, being appreciated.

Dislikes: Large crowds, people who seek to harm others.

Appearance (required):
Hair: Blonde and curly; reaches about halfway down her back.
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Tan
Clothes: Yellow blouse, green skirt, white apron.

Weapon(s): Keeps a small dagger on her person, but only uses it for self-defense,

Magic item (optional): None

Pet(s) (optional): Chicken named Eliora. Primrose adopted Eliora as a chick from a neighboring family, and keeps her as a laying hen.

Powers (optional): None

Strengths: Gentle, caring, and a loyal friend.

Weaknesses: Lacks fighting skills due to inexperience. Can be very shy around strangers.

Skills:

Speed- 4/10

Stamina- 4/10

Strength- 3/10

Accuracy- 7/10

Kindness- 9/10

Bravery- 6/10

Stubbornness- 2/10

Wisdom- 7/10

Knowledge- 6/10

Memory- 8/10

Charm- 7/10

Friends: TBD

Romantic interest (optional): None

*Confident in his shield of flames, the balrog temporarily changes into his vulnerable human form to heal his injuries.*

(SBG- I still would look younger than you. :P) *Suddenly a dagger buries itself into the now human Balrog's chest and then retracts and floats through the air back to Galaril's hand* You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places.

((That has absolutely nothing to do with actual age. :P)) *As Turner draws close to the Balrog, raising his sword and preparing for intense combat, he is met with an incredible surprise. A loud, eerie shriek erupts from the center of the flames, followed by a rush of wind erupting from the same place. The fire disperses with the blast, and Turner is left standing before a strange young man lying on the ground with a gaping wound in his chest, out of which oozes thick black blood. Astonished, Turner steps back from the body; he then notices the she-Elf still on her horse, equal bewilderment on her face. Before either can think to say anything, another Elf hops down from a burning tree nearby and says to the man,* "You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places." ((Hey Joshua, do you want any last words? I think it's possible that your Balrog could still be alive, but dying, allowing you to say one more thing before your character is gone. If you want. :P))

I'll get you for killing me, elf! Oh, wait, that's impossible. Dies

*Confident in his shield of flames, the balrog temporarily changes into his vulnerable human form to heal his injuries.*

(SBG- I still would look younger than you. :P) *Suddenly a dagger buries itself into the now human Balrog's chest and then retracts and floats through the air back to Galaril's hand* You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places.

((That has absolutely nothing to do with actual age. :P)) *As Turner draws close to the Balrog, raising his sword and preparing for intense combat, he is met with an incredible surprise. A loud, eerie shriek erupts from the center of the flames, followed by a rush of wind erupting from the same place. The fire disperses with the blast, and Turner is left standing before a strange young man lying on the ground with a gaping wound in his chest, out of which oozes thick black blood. Astonished, Turner steps back from the body; he then notices the she-Elf still on her horse, equal bewilderment on her face. Before either can think to say anything, another Elf hops down from a burning tree nearby and says to the man,* "You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places." ((Hey Joshua, do you want any last words? I think it's possible that your Balrog could still be alive, but dying, allowing you to say one more thing before your character is gone. If you want. :P))

I'll get you for killing me, elf! Oh, wait, that's impossible. *Dies*

((SBG, not that it's a terribly bad thing, or a super big deal, it's usually considered impolite to act for another player's character, for instance, how you said that there was equal bewilderment on Twilr's face. Just a kindly suggestion:) It's better for the owner of the character to react, because now, you've limited Twilr's response to the scene. Just a tip!))

*Confident in his shield of flames, the balrog temporarily changes into his vulnerable human form to heal his injuries.*

(SBG- I still would look younger than you. :P) *Suddenly a dagger buries itself into the now human Balrog's chest and then retracts and floats through the air back to Galaril's hand* You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places.

((That has absolutely nothing to do with actual age. :P)) *As Turner draws close to the Balrog, raising his sword and preparing for intense combat, he is met with an incredible surprise. A loud, eerie shriek erupts from the center of the flames, followed by a rush of wind erupting from the same place. The fire disperses with the blast, and Turner is left standing before a strange young man lying on the ground with a gaping wound in his chest, out of which oozes thick black blood. Astonished, Turner steps back from the body; he then notices the she-Elf still on her horse, equal bewilderment on her face. Before either can think to say anything, another Elf hops down from a burning tree nearby and says to the man,* "You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places." ((Hey Joshua, do you want any last words? I think it's possible that your Balrog could still be alive, but dying, allowing you to say one more thing before your character is gone. If you want. :P))

I'll get you for killing me, elf! Oh, wait, that's impossible. *Dies*

((SBG, not that it's a terribly bad thing, or a super big deal, it's usually considered impolite to act for another player's character, for instance, how you said that there was equal bewilderment on Twilr's face. Just a kindly suggestion:) It's better for the owner of the character to react, because now, you've limited Twilr's response to the scene. Just a tip!))

((My sincerest apologies… I was trying to keep Turner aware of his surroundings, and when he registered your presence at the scene again, I assigned to your character a reaction that I thought was appropriate considering the situation. If you would like your character to be doing something different, you can always tell me how I can edit my comment. :) I tried to keep it so that how I interpreted what the other characters might be doing didn't affect the progression of the story, thus allowing me to change it if necessary. Would you like me to do that?))

*Confident in his shield of flames, the balrog temporarily changes into his vulnerable human form to heal his injuries.*

(SBG- I still would look younger than you. :P) *Suddenly a dagger buries itself into the now human Balrog's chest and then retracts and floats through the air back to Galaril's hand* You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places.

((That has absolutely nothing to do with actual age. :P)) *As Turner draws close to the Balrog, raising his sword and preparing for intense combat, he is met with an incredible surprise. A loud, eerie shriek erupts from the center of the flames, followed by a rush of wind erupting from the same place. The fire disperses with the blast, and Turner is left standing before a strange young man lying on the ground with a gaping wound in his chest, out of which oozes thick black blood. Astonished, Turner steps back from the body; he then notices the she-Elf still on her horse, equal bewilderment on her face. Before either can think to say anything, another Elf hops down from a burning tree nearby and says to the man,* "You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places." ((Hey Joshua, do you want any last words? I think it's possible that your Balrog could still be alive, but dying, allowing you to say one more thing before your character is gone. If you want. :P))

I'll get you for killing me, elf! Oh, wait, that's impossible. *Dies*

Galaril blinks in surprise Well that was quick.

(A little help here? :P)

*Confident in his shield of flames, the balrog temporarily changes into his vulnerable human form to heal his injuries.*

(SBG- I still would look younger than you. :P) *Suddenly a dagger buries itself into the now human Balrog's chest and then retracts and floats through the air back to Galaril's hand* You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places.

((That has absolutely nothing to do with actual age. :P)) *As Turner draws close to the Balrog, raising his sword and preparing for intense combat, he is met with an incredible surprise. A loud, eerie shriek erupts from the center of the flames, followed by a rush of wind erupting from the same place. The fire disperses with the blast, and Turner is left standing before a strange young man lying on the ground with a gaping wound in his chest, out of which oozes thick black blood. Astonished, Turner steps back from the body; he then notices the she-Elf still on her horse, equal bewilderment on her face. Before either can think to say anything, another Elf hops down from a burning tree nearby and says to the man,* "You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places." ((Hey Joshua, do you want any last words? I think it's possible that your Balrog could still be alive, but dying, allowing you to say one more thing before your character is gone. If you want. :P))

I'll get you for killing me, elf! Oh, wait, that's impossible. *Dies*

*Galaril blinks in surprise* Well that was quick. (A little help here? :P)

Meanwhile, Primrose is wandering through the forest Eliora, where are you? Eliora!

*Confident in his shield of flames, the balrog temporarily changes into his vulnerable human form to heal his injuries.*

(SBG- I still would look younger than you. :P) *Suddenly a dagger buries itself into the now human Balrog's chest and then retracts and floats through the air back to Galaril's hand* You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places.

((That has absolutely nothing to do with actual age. :P)) *As Turner draws close to the Balrog, raising his sword and preparing for intense combat, he is met with an incredible surprise. A loud, eerie shriek erupts from the center of the flames, followed by a rush of wind erupting from the same place. The fire disperses with the blast, and Turner is left standing before a strange young man lying on the ground with a gaping wound in his chest, out of which oozes thick black blood. Astonished, Turner steps back from the body; he then notices the she-Elf still on her horse, equal bewilderment on her face. Before either can think to say anything, another Elf hops down from a burning tree nearby and says to the man,* "You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places." ((Hey Joshua, do you want any last words? I think it's possible that your Balrog could still be alive, but dying, allowing you to say one more thing before your character is gone. If you want. :P))

I'll get you for killing me, elf! Oh, wait, that's impossible. *Dies*

*Galaril blinks in surprise* Well that was quick. (A little help here? :P)

((Oh, come now. Be creative! :P
@Twilr–Would you like to act/speak now?))

*Confident in his shield of flames, the balrog temporarily changes into his vulnerable human form to heal his injuries.*

(SBG- I still would look younger than you. :P) *Suddenly a dagger buries itself into the now human Balrog's chest and then retracts and floats through the air back to Galaril's hand* You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places.

((That has absolutely nothing to do with actual age. :P)) *As Turner draws close to the Balrog, raising his sword and preparing for intense combat, he is met with an incredible surprise. A loud, eerie shriek erupts from the center of the flames, followed by a rush of wind erupting from the same place. The fire disperses with the blast, and Turner is left standing before a strange young man lying on the ground with a gaping wound in his chest, out of which oozes thick black blood. Astonished, Turner steps back from the body; he then notices the she-Elf still on her horse, equal bewilderment on her face. Before either can think to say anything, another Elf hops down from a burning tree nearby and says to the man,* "You burned the tree I was in. I don't take kindly to people who destroy my hiding places." ((Hey Joshua, do you want any last words? I think it's possible that your Balrog could still be alive, but dying, allowing you to say one more thing before your character is gone. If you want. :P))

I'll get you for killing me, elf! Oh, wait, that's impossible. *Dies*

*Galaril blinks in surprise* Well that was quick. (A little help here? :P)

((Oh, come now. Be creative! :P @Twilr--Would you like to act/speak now?))

(I guess I'll have to be since you won't. JK. :P)

Suddenly a small tiger-like cat came from behind Turner and walked up to Galaril with two daggers in its mouth Saber! I'm glad your safe. Now whose daggers are those? They certainly aren't mine.

Ok, yes, I'm randomly jumping in here, but

Please don't let this topic die people!

It's absolutely lovely, and I will hopefully be able to jump in soon! (once I get through finals and SAT's)

(Was it something I said?)

(Understood.

Hey, Nicolas, where did those daggers come from? wink wink nudge nudge ;))

(Understood. Hey, Nicolas, where did those daggers come from? *wink wink nudge nudge* ;))

((Um, they aren't mine, because mine are clearly still on my person, as I never let them out of my sight! :P))

(Understood. Hey, Nicolas, where did those daggers come from? *wink wink nudge nudge* ;))

((Um, they aren't mine, because mine are clearly still on my person, as I never let them out of my sight! :P))

((Well I did say that Saber was more sneaky than I was, and you weren't holding your daggers (Or at least I didn't see you take them out. :P), so I just assumed he could have sneaked them away. If that doesn't make sense I could try to change it somehow. :)))

(Understood. Hey, Nicolas, where did those daggers come from? *wink wink nudge nudge* ;))

((Um, they aren't mine, because mine are clearly still on my person, as I never let them out of my sight! :P))

((Well I did say that Saber was more sneaky than I was, and you weren't holding your daggers (Or at least I didn't see you take them out. :P), so I just assumed he could have sneaked them away. If that doesn't make sense I could try to change it somehow. :)))

((I suppose you could have it happen if you want… but I just find it hard to see two concealed daggers being taken from a trained hunter in the time it takes for a cat to run past him, let alone without the hunter noticing. :P))

(Understood. Hey, Nicolas, where did those daggers come from? *wink wink nudge nudge* ;))

((Um, they aren't mine, because mine are clearly still on my person, as I never let them out of my sight! :P))

((Well I did say that Saber was more sneaky than I was, and you weren't holding your daggers (Or at least I didn't see you take them out. :P), so I just assumed he could have sneaked them away. If that doesn't make sense I could try to change it somehow. :)))

((I suppose you could have it happen if you want... but I just find it hard to see two concealed daggers being taken from a trained hunter in the time it takes for a cat to run past him, let alone without the hunter noticing. :P))

(Good point. I thought something slightly different then what the words I typed conveyed. I edited my post to try to make it make more sense. :))

Edit: (I also just noticed that you said you had two daggers, but you did not specify if they were concealed or not. that probably added to the confusion a bit. :P)

Here is the empty Character Sheet: hopes I'm not to late to join in some capacity. :)

Name (required): Aliya

Nickname:

Age: 23

Race (required): Human

Family: Dunedain (Is that the right place to put it?)

Birthday: Afteryule 17

Personality (required): Timid around most people, but compassionate. Fiery when needed.

Biography: Orphaned by an invasion of Orcs on my village, I was raised by the elves in Lothlorien, where I learned both woodcraft and the arts. I remember nothing of my former family, nor do I particularly desire to. I have loved my life among the elves, and it broke me when they insisted two months ago that I journey to Rohan or Gondor to find where my fate may lead me. I prefer to travel alone.

Likes: Knives, moonlight, mithril, animals

Dislikes: Most humans, dogs, the sea

Appearance (required):
Hair: Dark brown, hip length, curly
Eyes: Changes from emerald green to bright blue to gray and all shades between
Skin: Very pale for someone who has spent her whole life outside
Clothes: Blue and brown dress

Weapon(s): A sword, a long knife, a dagger, any number of throwing knives. Now that I am traveling, I also carry a short bow and arrows, but I only use them for hunting.

Magic item (optional): None. I rely on my brain and strength to get me out of sticky situations.

Pet(s) (optional): A hawk and a monkey

Powers (optional): The ability and desire to communicate with animals

Strengths: I never miss with the throwing knife. I also speak well, and can control my fears and temper as needed.

Weaknesses: The desire for independence and loneliness may sometimes be conceived as a weakness.

Skills: Again, the throwing knife. I sing, I can shape metal with the most primitive tools.

Speed- 10/10

Stamina- 9/10

Strength- 8/10

Accuracy- 10/10

Kindness- 7/10- though it depends to whom I am speaking and what my purpose is in communicating with them.

Bravery- 7/10

Stubbornness- 20/10

Wisdom- 4/10

Knowledge- 7/10

Memory- 5/10

Charm- 2/10

Friends: Galadriel of the elves, and no others, though the boy Aragorn, the only other human ward of the elves that I know of, is kind to me.

Romantic interest (optional): HA

Galaril stands up awkwardly as he realizes the others seem to be stuck in place; not making a sound nor moving an inch

I think this story needs a new conflict.

((In the personality area, you don't have to put their four letter thing, like you did, you just have to explain a little about them, like how they seem when you first meet them, etc. You could look at mine if you want a more detailed explanation. But other then that, you're golden!))

Aliya walked swiftly though Fangorn Forest, her head tipped back, warily watching the trees around her. I hope they can tell I'm an elf-friend and don't try to hurt me. Who knows what an Ent could do to you? Or a tree, for that-

Suddenly the earth dropped from beneath her. Two terrifying seconds later, she found herself screaming at the bottom of a deep pit, the sky barely visible above her. She clamped her mouth shut quickly, ashamed to have acted so childishly, and carefully stretched her limbs to make sure she was neither hurt nor dead.

*Galaril stands up awkwardly as he realizes the others seem to be stuck in place; not making a sound nor moving an inch*

Turner can hardly believe what is happening. Since the moment the Balrog died, he himself has become completely frozen in place, held against his will in the same position he was in when the creature spoke its last words.

What sorcery is this? I can neither move nor speak–and by the looks of it, neither can the she-Elf! Yet this new Elf and his beast seem unaffected. Surely this is some dark magic, likely conjured by none other than this new arrival!

Unsure of what else to do, Turner struggles against the force holding him, but in vain.

((How's that for conflict! xP))

Hey. Can I join as a cave troll? :P I may or may not, since I'm not on much, but I just figured I'd ask.

Here is the empty Character Sheet: Well, seeing that no one answered me, and Joshua is a 'bad guy', I'm going to join, even if I don't really participate. Name (required): *Venjo* Nickname: Age: *Really, really old* Race (required): *Cave troll* Family: *As a troll, I don't remember a lot, so I cannot say* Birthday: *Again, I do not remember* Personality (required): *Rather dull, I normally just stomp around* Biography: *I'm big, fat, slow, and old. Not much else, except the main noise I make is arrrgh and roar* :P Likes: *Rocks* Dislikes: *Loud noises, except for the ones I make* Appearance (required): *Fat and wrinkly* Hair: *Scarce to none, rather grayish* Eyes: *Brown* Skin: *Greenish-gray* Clothes: *Burlap shorts, tied with a rope* Weapon(s): *Big hammer, I also carry a short sword for emergencies, although I normally forget I have it* Magic item (optional): *None* Pet(s) (optional): *None* Powers (optional): *None* Strengths: *My strong muscles* Weaknesses: *The bottom of my feet* Skills: *Smashing* Speed- 3 /10 Stamina- 9/10 Strength- 10/10 Accuracy- 5/10 Kindness- 0/10 Bravery- 9/10 Stubbornness- 10/10 Wisdom- 0/10 Knowledge- 1/10 Memory- 0/10 Charm- 0/10 Friends: *Only those who don't try to kill me* Romantic interest (optional): *Rocks*

*Galaril stands up awkwardly as he realizes the others seem to be stuck in place; not making a sound nor moving an inch*

*Turner can hardly believe what is happening. Since the moment the Balrog died, he himself has become completely frozen in place, held against his will in the same position he was in when the creature spoke its last words.* _What sorcery is this? I can neither move nor speak--and by the looks of it, neither can the she-Elf! Yet this new Elf and his beast seem unaffected. Surely this is some dark magic, likely conjured by none other than this new arrival!_ *Unsure of what else to do, Turner struggles against the force holding him, but in vain.* ((How's that for conflict! xP))

(Nice! I like it! :P)

Galaril walks up to Turner and snaps his finger in his face Hello? Are you really this stuck? Galaril gently pushes Turner and accidentally knocks him down. Galaril looks down at Turner with his mouth slightly open in confusion Okay this is odd. He hears a faint scream and turns in the direction of it

Romantic interest (optional): *Rocks*

XD

*Galaril stands up awkwardly as he realizes the others seem to be stuck in place; not making a sound nor moving an inch*

*Turner can hardly believe what is happening. Since the moment the Balrog died, he himself has become completely frozen in place, held against his will in the same position he was in when the creature spoke its last words.* _What sorcery is this? I can neither move nor speak--and by the looks of it, neither can the she-Elf! Yet this new Elf and his beast seem unaffected. Surely this is some dark magic, likely conjured by none other than this new arrival!_ *Unsure of what else to do, Turner struggles against the force holding him, but in vain.* ((How's that for conflict! xP))

(Nice! I like it! :P) *Galaril walks up to Turner and snaps his finger in his face* Hello? Are you really this stuck? *Galaril gently pushes Turner and accidentally knocks him down. Galaril looks down at Turner with his mouth slightly open in confusion* Okay this is odd. *He hears a faint scream and turns in the direction of it*

((JSYK, the "faint scream" shouldn't be referring to Dani's character, in case that's what you were thinking, since she's in Fangorn Forest and we're in Mirkwood. ;) ))

As the Elf slowly approaches, Turner notices suddenly that the weapons which the Elf's beast had brought to his master are Turner's own daggers!

The fiend! By some dark power this Elf has done this to me to rob me, maybe even to kill me!

When the Elf stands in front of him, Turner prepares for the worst. But he notices a look of confusion, not malice, on the Elf's face; then suddenly he snaps his fingers in front of Turner's eyes. "Hello? Are you really this stuck?" he asks. Turner begins to have doubts as to whether his inability to move is really this Elf's doing, since he seems more confused by it than he does himself, but he remains wary. Then suddenly the Elf pushes slightly on Turner's chest, and without warning he falls helpless on his back. Turner would groan in pain if he could.

Venjo was being held captive by some elves. This will never do! he thought to himself. Mustering all his strength, (and groaning for added effect) he breaks his chains, snatching up his hammer and sword, which were conveniently leaning against the wall. Elves started yelling and running. He swung his hammer at them, wiping them all out. He lumbered towards the door of the prison, charging out. He wandered out into the forest, where a Hobbit with a chicken on her head is wandering around aimlessly, repeatedly calling 'Eliora, where are you?'. Venjo doesn't even bother to mess with her. He continues wandering until he comes to a burned wasteland. Some funny looking elves seem to be frozen in place. ((How's that?))

*Venjo was being held captive by some elves.* _This will never do!_ *he thought to himself. Mustering all his strength, (and groaning for added effect) he breaks his chains, snatching up his hammer and sword, which were conveniently leaning against the wall. Elves started yelling and running. He swung his hammer at them, wiping them all out. He lumbered towards the door of the prison, charging out. He wandered out into the forest, where a Hobbit with a chicken on her head is wandering around aimlessly, repeatedly calling 'Eliora, where are you?'. Venjo doesn't even bother to mess with her. He continues wandering until he comes to a burned wasteland. Some funny looking elves seem to be frozen in place.* ((How's that?))

(Nice!

SBG- Thanks for the info. I'm a little lost if you couldn't tell. ;P)

Instead of finding the source of the scream, Galaril finds himself looking straight at a troll Oh how nice. Another monster that's going to try to kill me.

Aliya turned around and tried to assess her situation as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. First, she felt the wall of the pit. Smooth as glass, and completely wet. That's helpful. She ran her hand along the wall - then it ended in darkness. A tunnel of some sort? She ventured a step forward, then stopped. Was that scrabbling she heard down in the tunnel?

*Venjo was being held captive by some elves.* _This will never do!_ *he thought to himself. Mustering all his strength, (and groaning for added effect) he breaks his chains, snatching up his hammer and sword, which were conveniently leaning against the wall. Elves started yelling and running. He swung his hammer at them, wiping them all out. He lumbered towards the door of the prison, charging out. He wandered out into the forest, where a Hobbit with a chicken on her head is wandering around aimlessly, repeatedly calling 'Eliora, where are you?'. Venjo doesn't even bother to mess with her. He continues wandering until he comes to a burned wasteland. Some funny looking elves seem to be frozen in place.* ((How's that?))

(Nice! SBG- Thanks for the info. I'm a little lost if you couldn't tell. ;P) *Instead of finding the source of the scream, Galaril finds himself looking straight at a troll* Oh how nice. Another monster that's going to try to kill me.

((I have a feeling this isn't going to end well for me :P If you want, you can convert me to be good and help fight everyone else))

Venjo charged at the one elf who is moving. I can't be captured by those elf-scum again! he thought to himself. He swung his hammer at the elf, and connected with the side of his head.

*Venjo was being held captive by some elves.* _This will never do!_ *he thought to himself. Mustering all his strength, (and groaning for added effect) he breaks his chains, snatching up his hammer and sword, which were conveniently leaning against the wall. Elves started yelling and running. He swung his hammer at them, wiping them all out. He lumbered towards the door of the prison, charging out. He wandered out into the forest, where a Hobbit with a chicken on her head is wandering around aimlessly, repeatedly calling 'Eliora, where are you?'. Venjo doesn't even bother to mess with her. He continues wandering until he comes to a burned wasteland. Some funny looking elves seem to be frozen in place.* ((How's that?))

(Nice! SBG- Thanks for the info. I'm a little lost if you couldn't tell. ;P) *Instead of finding the source of the scream, Galaril finds himself looking straight at a troll* Oh how nice. Another monster that's going to try to kill me.

((I have a feeling this isn't going to end well for me :P If you want, you can convert me to be good and help fight everyone else)) *Venjo charged at the one elf who is moving.* _I can't be captured by those elf-scum again!_ *he thought to himself. He swung his hammer at the elf, and connected with the side of his head.*

Galaril went flying and landed against a burnt tree trunk, which disintegrated on impact. He lay motionless for a few seconds before slowly getting up and cracking his neck. He glared at the troll and said three words Saber, get him. Immediately the cat jumped on the troll and starting biting his back. After a few seconds of avoiding the trolls hands, he leaped nimbly off and ran to Galaril who had an arrow notched in his bow. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end you right now?

(I guess Aliya is going to have to get herself out of this one. :P)

Aliya felt the draft before her eyes picked out the fact that there were two tunnels. She turned and headed toward the air and away from the noise.

*Venjo was being held captive by some elves.* _This will never do!_ *he thought to himself. Mustering all his strength, (and groaning for added effect) he breaks his chains, snatching up his hammer and sword, which were conveniently leaning against the wall. Elves started yelling and running. He swung his hammer at them, wiping them all out. He lumbered towards the door of the prison, charging out. He wandered out into the forest, where a Hobbit with a chicken on her head is wandering around aimlessly, repeatedly calling 'Eliora, where are you?'. Venjo doesn't even bother to mess with her. He continues wandering until he comes to a burned wasteland. Some funny looking elves seem to be frozen in place.* ((How's that?))

(Nice! SBG- Thanks for the info. I'm a little lost if you couldn't tell. ;P) *Instead of finding the source of the scream, Galaril finds himself looking straight at a troll* Oh how nice. Another monster that's going to try to kill me.

((I have a feeling this isn't going to end well for me :P If you want, you can convert me to be good and help fight everyone else)) *Venjo charged at the one elf who is moving.* _I can't be captured by those elf-scum again!_ *he thought to himself. He swung his hammer at the elf, and connected with the side of his head.*

*Galaril went flying and landed against a burnt tree trunk, which disintegrated on impact. He lay motionless for a few seconds before slowly getting up and cracking his neck. He glared at the troll and said three words* Saber, get him. *Immediately the cat jumped on the troll and starting biting his back. After a few seconds of avoiding the trolls hands, he leaped nimbly off and ran to Galaril who had an arrow notched in his bow.* Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end you right now?

Venjo roared in annoyance. He hurled his hammer through the air, which glanced off of the elf's bow, breaking the bow and leaving it useless. Venjo snarled at the elf, and pulled out his sword. Now who's the one who needs to give a reason? he thought. He lumbered forwards to finish off the elf, holding his sword upwards to strike. ((Nice try :P))

*Venjo was being held captive by some elves.* _This will never do!_ *he thought to himself. Mustering all his strength, (and groaning for added effect) he breaks his chains, snatching up his hammer and sword, which were conveniently leaning against the wall. Elves started yelling and running. He swung his hammer at them, wiping them all out. He lumbered towards the door of the prison, charging out. He wandered out into the forest, where a Hobbit with a chicken on her head is wandering around aimlessly, repeatedly calling 'Eliora, where are you?'. Venjo doesn't even bother to mess with her. He continues wandering until he comes to a burned wasteland. Some funny looking elves seem to be frozen in place.* ((How's that?))

(Nice! SBG- Thanks for the info. I'm a little lost if you couldn't tell. ;P) *Instead of finding the source of the scream, Galaril finds himself looking straight at a troll* Oh how nice. Another monster that's going to try to kill me.

((I have a feeling this isn't going to end well for me :P If you want, you can convert me to be good and help fight everyone else)) *Venjo charged at the one elf who is moving.* _I can't be captured by those elf-scum again!_ *he thought to himself. He swung his hammer at the elf, and connected with the side of his head.*

*Galaril went flying and landed against a burnt tree trunk, which disintegrated on impact. He lay motionless for a few seconds before slowly getting up and cracking his neck. He glared at the troll and said three words* Saber, get him. *Immediately the cat jumped on the troll and starting biting his back. After a few seconds of avoiding the trolls hands, he leaped nimbly off and ran to Galaril who had an arrow notched in his bow.* Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end you right now?

*Venjo roared in annoyance. He hurled his hammer through the air, which glanced off of the elf's bow, breaking the bow and leaving it useless. Venjo snarled at the elf, and pulled out his sword.* _Now who's the one who needs to give a reason?_ *he thought. He lumbered forwards to finish off the elf, holding his sword upwards to strike.* ((Nice try :P))

Emotion swirls in Galaril's eyes like fire. With this extra energy boost he leaps over the sword that was about to come down on his head. As he sails over the troll's head, he throws his daggers into his back. He lands squarely on his feet and flicks his wrists, calling his daggers back to him. They pull out of the troll's back with ease leaving two stab wounds where they landed.

Meanwhile the audience falls asleep because technical difficulties have been going on for six days :P

*Venjo roared in annoyance. He hurled his hammer through the air, which glanced off of the elf's bow, breaking the bow and leaving it useless. Venjo snarled at the elf, and pulled out his sword.* _Now who's the one who needs to give a reason?_ *he thought. He lumbered forwards to finish off the elf, holding his sword upwards to strike.* ((Nice try :P))

*Emotion swirls in Galaril's eyes like fire. With this extra energy boost he leaps over the sword that was about to come down on his head. As he sails over the troll's head, he throws his daggers into his back. He lands squarely on his feet and flicks his wrists, calling his daggers back to him. They pull out of the troll's back with ease leaving two stab wounds where they landed.*

((Sorry for taking so long with this!))
Venjo howls loudly in pain. Far away, a bird flies away, scared at the horrific noise. Venjo blindly trundles forward, tripping over his own hammer, falling into a hole in the ground and bringing his hammer with him. Venjo shakes his head to clear the confusion. He's in a rocky hole, which appears to lead into a cave. Venjo painfully rises, and then moves forward into the dark unknown of the cave

*Venjo roared in annoyance. He hurled his hammer through the air, which glanced off of the elf's bow, breaking the bow and leaving it useless. Venjo snarled at the elf, and pulled out his sword.* _Now who's the one who needs to give a reason?_ *he thought. He lumbered forwards to finish off the elf, holding his sword upwards to strike.* ((Nice try :P))

*Emotion swirls in Galaril's eyes like fire. With this extra energy boost he leaps over the sword that was about to come down on his head. As he sails over the troll's head, he throws his daggers into his back. He lands squarely on his feet and flicks his wrists, calling his daggers back to him. They pull out of the troll's back with ease leaving two stab wounds where they landed.*

((Sorry for taking so long with this!)) *Venjo howls loudly in pain. Far away, a bird flies away, scared at the horrific noise. Venjo blindly trundles forward, tripping over his own hammer, falling into a hole in the ground and bringing his hammer with him. Venjo shakes his head to clear the confusion. He's in a rocky hole, which appears to lead into a cave. Venjo painfully rises, and then moves forward into the dark unknown of the cave*

(No problem. :))
Galaril leans over the hole in the ground and saw the troll walk away into the cave You shouldn't have broken my bow. He walks over to where his bow is lying on the ground, broken and useless. He picks it up and carries the pieces over to where the others are

*Venjo roared in annoyance. He hurled his hammer through the air, which glanced off of the elf's bow, breaking the bow and leaving it useless. Venjo snarled at the elf, and pulled out his sword.* _Now who's the one who needs to give a reason?_ *he thought. He lumbered forwards to finish off the elf, holding his sword upwards to strike.* ((Nice try :P))

*Emotion swirls in Galaril's eyes like fire. With this extra energy boost he leaps over the sword that was about to come down on his head. As he sails over the troll's head, he throws his daggers into his back. He lands squarely on his feet and flicks his wrists, calling his daggers back to him. They pull out of the troll's back with ease leaving two stab wounds where they landed.*

((Sorry for taking so long with this!)) *Venjo howls loudly in pain. Far away, a bird flies away, scared at the horrific noise. Venjo blindly trundles forward, tripping over his own hammer, falling into a hole in the ground and bringing his hammer with him. Venjo shakes his head to clear the confusion. He's in a rocky hole, which appears to lead into a cave. Venjo painfully rises, and then moves forward into the dark unknown of the cave*

(No problem. :)) *Galaril leans over the hole in the ground and saw the troll walk away into the cave* You shouldn't have broken my bow. *He walks over to where his bow is lying on the ground, broken and useless. He picks it up and carries the pieces over to where the others are*

Venjo stumbles down through the path of the cave. _what's that?_ he wondered. Much father down the tunnel came a humming shuffling sound. Venjo ducked behind a rock formation. The sound was coming closer…. ((Cue Dani)) ((Wonders why Galaril doesn't fashion himself a new bow))

*Venjo stumbles down through the path of the cave. _what's that?_ he wondered. Much father down the tunnel came a humming shuffling sound. Venjo ducked behind a rock formation. The sound was coming closer....* ((Cue Dani)) ((Wonders why Galaril doesn't fashion himself a new bow))

Aliya heard something before her in the tunnel down which she was moving. Quickly she stopped, and just as quickly, she heard the limping footsteps halt. Behind her, she could still hear the other creature shuffling about. Elindil, I hope at least one of these is harmless. Swiftly she reached for her bow and fitted an arrow to the string. Then she moved forward, cautiously and silently.

*Venjo roared in annoyance. He hurled his hammer through the air, which glanced off of the elf's bow, breaking the bow and leaving it useless. Venjo snarled at the elf, and pulled out his sword.* _Now who's the one who needs to give a reason?_ *he thought. He lumbered forwards to finish off the elf, holding his sword upwards to strike.* ((Nice try :P))

*Emotion swirls in Galaril's eyes like fire. With this extra energy boost he leaps over the sword that was about to come down on his head. As he sails over the troll's head, he throws his daggers into his back. He lands squarely on his feet and flicks his wrists, calling his daggers back to him. They pull out of the troll's back with ease leaving two stab wounds where they landed.*

((Sorry for taking so long with this!)) *Venjo howls loudly in pain. Far away, a bird flies away, scared at the horrific noise. Venjo blindly trundles forward, tripping over his own hammer, falling into a hole in the ground and bringing his hammer with him. Venjo shakes his head to clear the confusion. He's in a rocky hole, which appears to lead into a cave. Venjo painfully rises, and then moves forward into the dark unknown of the cave*

(No problem. :)) *Galaril leans over the hole in the ground and saw the troll walk away into the cave* You shouldn't have broken my bow. *He walks over to where his bow is lying on the ground, broken and useless. He picks it up and carries the pieces over to where the others are*

*Venjo stumbles down through the path of the cave. _what's that?_ he wondered. Much father down the tunnel came a humming shuffling sound. Venjo ducked behind a rock formation. The sound was coming closer....* ((Cue Dani)) ((Wonders why Galaril doesn't fashion himself a new bow))

((Maybe because it doesn't take five seconds to make a bow. :P))
Galaril looks at Twilr and Turner Are you two all right?
((Hopefully they'll respond because I'm out of ideas at the moment. :P))

*Venjo stumbles down through the path of the cave. _what's that?_ he wondered. Much father down the tunnel came a humming shuffling sound. Venjo ducked behind a rock formation. The sound was coming closer....* ((Cue Dani)) ((Wonders why Galaril doesn't fashion himself a new bow))

*Aliya heard something before her in the tunnel down which she was moving. Quickly she stopped, and just as quickly, she heard the limping footsteps halt. Behind her, she could still hear the other creature shuffling about.* _Elindil, I hope at least one of these is harmless._ *Swiftly she reached for her bow and fitted an arrow to the string. Then she moved forward, cautiously and silently.*

((Sorry guys, I'm really oblivious. I didn't notice anyone had responded))
Venjo peaked out from behind the rock formation he was hiding in. In the dark, he made out a small shape, which was in a menacing position. He quickly glanced farther down the tunnel. His heart was struck with fear. _Ghash!_ ((If you've read the books, you'll know what _THAT_ means!)) There was no escaping. The evil elf was outside, and -that- it was further down that tunnel.
((I really hope you think of some way to get Nicholas and Twilr to be un-frozen……))

*Venjo stumbles down through the path of the cave. _what's that?_ he wondered. Much father down the tunnel came a humming shuffling sound. Venjo ducked behind a rock formation. The sound was coming closer....* ((Cue Dani)) ((Wonders why Galaril doesn't fashion himself a new bow))

*Aliya heard something before her in the tunnel down which she was moving. Quickly she stopped, and just as quickly, she heard the limping footsteps halt. Behind her, she could still hear the other creature shuffling about.* _Elindil, I hope at least one of these is harmless._ *Swiftly she reached for her bow and fitted an arrow to the string. Then she moved forward, cautiously and silently.*

((Sorry guys, I'm really oblivious. I didn't notice anyone had responded)) *Venjo peaked out from behind the rock formation he was hiding in. In the dark, he made out a small shape, which was in a menacing position. He quickly glanced farther down the tunnel. His heart was struck with fear. _Ghash!_ ((If you've read the books, you'll know what _THAT_ means!)) There was no escaping. The evil elf was outside, and -that- it was further down that tunnel.* ((I really hope you think of some way to get Nicholas and Twilr to be un-frozen......))

((I might have to take drastic measures. :P))
Seeing that the two are still frozen Galaril bends down in front of Turner Well this is a predicament. He picks Turner up and tries propping him up against a tree. I can tell you are still awake because your eyes are moving, and I am truly sorry for this awkward spot we are in at the moment. Turner starts to fall again, but Galaril is able to catch him before he falls too far And it keeps on getting more awkward by the second. Galaril finally is able to get Turner to stand upright against the tree and moves over to Twilr.

Can I do this to. I'm a BIG fan of LOTR.

Name (required): Éomer, named after the King of Rohan.

Nickname: Éo

Age: 23

Race (required): Human, The Riders of Rohan

Family: Unknown, he does not like when people speak of his family.

Birthday: In the dead of winter

Personality (required): mystical and quiet, thinks carefully before he acts.

Biography: His father was a well known soldier and died in battle when he was 3 and his mother was killed by an orc when he 5. Taken in by his grandfather and trained to be a Rider. He is still seeking revenge.

Likes: Knowledge or anyone who can give him more

Dislikes: People who pretend to know a lot but act like fools.

Appearance (required):
Hair: flaxen-pale
Eyes: one eye blue and the other green
Skin: dark brown
Clothes: a helmet and chain-mail chestplate. A long crimson robe

Weapon(s): a spear of ash, a long sword, and a painted shield.

Magic item (optional): none

Pet(s) (optional): My faithful steed, Spirit.

Powers (optional): none

Strengths: his spear, he can use it as good as an Elf can use a bow.

Weaknesses: magic and people who use it.

Skills:
Speed- 7/10
Stamina- 8/10
Strength- 9/10
Accuracy-10 /10
Kindness-5 /10
Bravery-10 /10
Stubbornness- 5/10
Wisdom- 7/10
Knowledge- 9/10
Memory- 8/10
Charm- 7/10

Friends: Mostly other Riders but he does have a few Elf and Hobbit friends.

Crickets chirp

Then he said, “I saw all Israel scattered on the mountains, as sheep that have no shepherd. And the LORD said, ‘These have no master. Let each return to his house in peace.’” (NKJV 1 Kings 22:17).
I think someone is going to have to take charge if you want this to go anywhere.

Then he said, “I saw all Israel scattered on the mountains, as sheep that have no shepherd. And the LORD said, ‘These have no master. Let each return to his house in peace.’” (NKJV 1 Kings 22:17). I think someone is going to have to take charge if you want this to go anywhere.

You're probably right. :/

BTW, if you've read the books you know that balrogs never die, they simply regenerate in the middle of the earth! Which is why there is ghash in the cave the Aliya and Venjo- just sayin'

As the female hobbit rounded the corner of the cave, she came into Venjo's view. Having been bred in the land of Sauron with a deep hatred of all things good, he charged at Aliya, disregarding the threat of the balrog.

I have read The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and The Silmarillion, but i must have forgotten that part.
Wow, that cave must be really deep! If no one else wants to take over my character, I suppose I could try to continue.

There are so many people running around! I go to the center of the earth for one minuet, and the place gets overrun! Transforms into a boy "Hello? If anyone there? Come out so I can kill… I mean… fill you with… umm.. delight!"