Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Skill Trees - Good, Bad & Ugly » In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library » Game Theory » The Hidden Void » Removing CS From an Indy Universe : Solution » On the Matter of New Players and Orphaned Plays » STOP BLAMING US FOR RPG BEING SLOW! » Polytheism » The Game of Life » Just War » Science and Philosophy » The Bible as Literature » Humans in the MV. Questions and thoughts. » Surviving the post-holiday apocalypse. » SL: 1097 Bestiary of Monsters » What latest tech excites me? » RPG: Season of Giving 2020 (WINNERS ANNOUNCED!) »

Players Wanted: A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ٩( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D » mahou shoujo rp »

The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

0 INK

Many heroes have been told of during the great War of the Ring, but now let us tell the tale of those whom have received no such praise.

2,122 readers have visited The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung since Raidose created it.

Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/the_lord_of_the_rings

Introduction

Image


Image


Image


Image


Image


Image




Image




Image





It is the day before the departing of the Fellowship from Rivendale, and the sun is beginning to wane. Durhnoram, the Great Eagle, stands perched atop a rocky tor. His sharp beak grooms through his feathers as he looks smugly upon all of you. His talons clutched around an ornate bag, Lothlórien emblems embroidering it's dainty silk.

"Gandalf sends his greetings, my friends, and begrudgingly the Elven Lord send their blessings."


He holds the small pouch out in front of him, indicating the consent of the Rings of Power. His head tilts to the side, scanning over you all. You feel the cold sensation of being judged, before finally his head lowers with a friendly grin. A flick of the foot, and the bag plopped to the ground with a small jingle.

"We are to make way a day ahead of the others. Rally your valor, my friends, for this may be the only peace we'll know for quite some time"


Image


Code: Select all
[b]Birth Name:[/b]

[b]Nickname or Title:[/b] (If any)

[b]Race:[/b]

[b]Height:[/b]

[b]Weight:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b] (Picture is appreciated. No anime please. If no picture can be found, then minimum of two paragraphs of details is mandated)

[b]Description:[/b] (Personality and characteristics. Little quirks and what-not. Must be at least one paragraph)

[b]Weaponry:[/b]

[b]Armor or clothing:[/b]

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] (Such as alchemical gear or rune stones. Anything that doesn't fit in the other two categories)

[b]Skills and Abilities:[/b] (Abilities such as racial ones or magical effects or any carried items, such as the Blessing on a sword of a Gondorian Captain or the ability to summon true magic as an Ainur. Please be descriptive. Don't just put "Skill in sword fighting", spell out exactly why that is unique for your character and why no one else can surpass you in it. Also, be sure to list any downsides to said ability here as well)

[b]Flaw(s):[/b] (Why were you not viable to be part of the Actual Fellowship?)

[b]History:[/b] (Two to three paragraphs minimum)

[b]RP Sample:[/b] (For instance, the first time Gandalf came to you asking for your aid. What was offered? How did the scene play out? Where was it? Be descriptive, I will be basing your skills as a roleplayer from this sample)


Image

Toggle Rules

  • I am the all powerful omnipotent God of this universe. I belch thunder and shoot lightning bolts from out my arse. Do not trifle with me. My word is law, and my laws are ever changing.

  • This is my second attempt at this story, so forgive me if I seem to stress certain key aspects.

  • One character is fine, but the max is three.

  • Must be literate in English, okay with harsh language, and not bothered by intense gore to apply for this RP. Please keep all romance at PG. No one minds if you get jiggy with it, but fade to black.

  • This will be using a mix of cannon from the movies, books, and games to better add to the diversity. If there's any issue with this, feel free to speak your mind in the OOC.

  • Magic is not something common in the lore of Middle Earth. Only Maiar and very few others may practice it. Any character claiming an ability with it should have a damn good reason in their sheet.

  • Be respectful to all in the OOC. I understand disagreements are inevitable, but keep it at a debate level. IIf I must come in to settle it, I will, and the first person to argue with me will be the first to die from a random Balrog attack.

  • Balrogs CAN NOT FLY. Getting that out of the way right now.

  • Marry sues, Gary-stues, metagamers, and godmodders shall be victims of Fell Beast snatch-&-grabs.

  • Please try and be original with your characters. I know Tolkien has done a good job of using almost every archtype one could think of, but it's not that hard to make something new. PM me if you need any ideas.

  • Diversity is a must. I can't stand a party of like 5 dwarves or 8 hobbits. Please, no more than two characters of similar backgrounds or homelands. We all can't be Dúnedain Rangers. We just can't.

  • Please reserve your characters by posting the basic concept for them in the OOC. That way no one makes their character only to find someone just made one just like yours.

  • Rules may suck, but your here to kill a crap-ton of orcs and have fun, so please do so violently and joyfully.

  • Those who break my rules shall know a fate worse than death. I shall force you to hear The Mouth of Sauron sing The Ding Dong Song for all eternity. And yes, that means you touch his tralala.....

  • To make sure you read the rules and understand the plot of the story, at the bottom of your character sheet I want you to answer this question: Are we traveling with the Fellowship?

The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 6 authors

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Rala put her scythes away when the first arrow shot passed her. She knew who was firing the arrows and though she agreed that they were good help, she was still less than pleased, and unsure where the conversation was going to head once they figured out who she was. She watched silently as a wave of arrows struck at Valinor, nearly knocking him over and then started to pick up arrows, whether they were her's or one of the other elves'.

She listened, without looking, as the leader started talked, "You make... strange allies. I would not have thought those of Grey Pilgrim's choosing would travel with such a dark creature," a pause as the Great Eagle interrupted, "Then I suppose I owe an apology for not arriving sooner. We have been trailing the orcs since they first came down from the Ettenmoors. To evade us, the burrowed underground through the spider tunnels which unfortunately lace these woods. This was... quite clever of them. I would say too clever. It seems that the dark forces have taken notice of you."

At hearing this they had their orders to start moving out, however Rala walked up to the leader, "Do you then think that someone gave them orders to hide in the spider tunnels?" She asked. It was too clever of orcs to use the spider tunnels to evade the archer squad. The leader looked straight in her eye which made him stiffen. He had recognized her, not from any descriptions he heard through rumors or that they had actually met, but he would see the revenge, the hatred, and especially the sorrow in her eyes clear as sunny meadow day.

"It is possible," his tone had grown serious and more tight as if he were talking to someone on a lower rank, which was true; Rala's rank was not even on the scale he put himself on. His voice lowered, "Now you should catch up with your group before you are left behind, Kavrala." He turned. Rala just stood staring at him, no change in her posture to reveal the tense moment of being treated as an abomination. Rala shook her head, having had this happen every time she ran into another elf. To them she was not technically an elf anymore. Though she was still not at the level of a dwarf which she was grateful for, though it was just barely. Without looking back to the leader Rala went to pick up her pack, it was not very much what she carried just a little food, some water, a blanket, an extra pair of boots, and her father's journal. Her feet led her then back to Amaranth, a person she could foresee that she would be spending a lot of time with as the hobbit was one who did not seem to judge her.

"Are you ready for the long journey?" she asked Amaranth.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Amaranth winced at the sudden screech of the large guarding bird. Her eyes glimmered with unsaid thanks as she watched it carry two orcs off. The words were whispered into the air, though she wasn't sure if the eagle would even hear them or not. It wasn't natural for a hobbit to be fighting orcs, and it was more than a challenge for the small girl. She was half the size of most of the orcs that had tried to attack the small group. It had been sheer luck that the one she managed to kill was the same height as her. She knew she probably would not get this lucky again.

She stood her ground while watching all around herself. She wasn't sure how many there were, but until everyone else assured her it was safe, she would have her guard up. Suddenly, white gold shot past her and she could hear the arrows making contact with orcs, who then screeched before making a thud as they hit the ground. Her eyes looked in the trees and everywhere else until she found the source that produced the arrows. Elvin archers. She was beyond grateful for their assistance.

However, she was shocked when they struck Valinor. "No, stop!" She cried while stepping forward with her hands in the air. "He is our allie!!" She proclaimed but the Eagle screeched and started to explain to them, though it was obvious he was not happy with their sudden attack.
The elven man who looked to be in command of the archers spoke of how odd the group was. There was no doubting that, in anyone's mind. She couldn't help but to smile at the reply the Eagle gave and she almost felt proud.

"Well then, we should be off before more foes are drawn here. Make ready to travel, for we must depart."

Amaranth frowned at the sudden thought of traveling. Her pony had long since kicked her belongings to the side and ran away from the attack. That left her on foot. If her legs were longer, or even as long as everyone else's, this wouldn't be a problem. However, hobbits were known for short and stubby legs that were slower than everyone else's, except for maybe dwarves.

With the cost clear, Amaranth walked over to the large bag and sighed. Of course, with her pony gone, she would have to downsize quite a bit, just so she could manage the bag. She tried to secretly look at Gavin, to see what all he had brought with him. She wasn't even sure what she would need or wouldn't need. Her pride kept her from asking the others. If she was to ask, it would only prove to them she was not ready for the adventure, something she did not want them to think, even if it was true.

She took out a few changes of clothes, leaving her with two in the bag. Next, she took out the books she had packed, on the encase she would get a chance to read. Lastly, was the large pen set she had been given. It was a shame to leave it there, however, one quill would suffice for writing, if she ever got the chance. The bag was much lighter, though she was not happy to leave the things. All that remained in the bag was a few bundles of food, her violin, its bow and extra strings, a book, one quill and ink well, and two changes of clothes. With a sigh, she snatched the bag up and tossed it over her shoulder.

"Are you ready for the long journey?"

Amaranth looked over to Rala and smiled lightly. "Yes ma'am" She replied in a rather chipper tone, that would be odd if she were anything other than a hobbit. She had to stay positive. She had to try and keep their spirits up, as much as she could. Even if she did not feel happy on the inside, she knew she should show the others happiness. Her eyes glanced to the things she had taken out of her bag one last time before she looked back to Rala. "I'm ready." She replied in a happy tone, before looking to see if the others were also ready.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Arrows fly, and Bernadette stamps the butt of her spear into the earth, leaning against it to watch the feathers sprout in the backs of orcs with a cheery smile on her face. She remains perfectly still, having heard of the accuracy of Elven archers, so she's slightly surprised when Valinor gets riddled by arrows. Again.

When the Eagle descends to admonish the attack on their dark companion, and it's clear that only Valinor's pride suffered any damage, Bern cant help but laugh a bit. The scene really was silly, when taken with a bit of humor, and after a round of orc killing to begin their journey, she was ready to be in high spirits.

The elves have no intention of sharing in her mirth, and make it plain that they feel the group should move along sooner rather than later.

"Well then, we should be off before more foes are drawn here. Make ready to travel, for we must depart."

The eagle agrees, and Bern has no objections, gathering her own scant belongings. Really the bag just held some travel rations, and sat woefully empty on the highland woman's broad shoulders. One such as herself didn't normally want for much in the wilderness. So when she sees the little hobbit trying desparately to decide what she could spare to bring and what she would have to sacrifice, Bern chuckles again and crouches down next to the Little Folk, scooping up a bit of extra to ease Amaranth's decisions.

She tosses the small woman a wink before standing again, pack properly filled, "If hobbits like their food and their comforts half as much as I've heard told, It'd be a damn shame to deprive you. Pay the favor back, perhaps, some night when we all could use a hot meal..." And Bern laughs heartily. Hobbit cooking was legendary, after all. Amaranth can decide what else is in the pack, or just call it miscellaneous goods.

Tapping her spear on the ground like a great, deadly walking staff, she saunters to join the rest of the party, indicating her readiness.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Raidose
And, with their first steps taken upon a blood-stained ground, the journey of a thousand miles began. The dangers of the Trollshaws were few and far between, thinning out ever more as their company made way into the forest of the Coldfells. During this time, beautiful red and golden leaves adorned the branches of each tree, lightly drifting to the earthen ground with magical grace. All manner of wildlife did make merry within these woods, a boast of bountiful hunting. They scattered to the sanctuary of the shade whenever Durhnoram's shadow cast down upon them, a gentle reminder that he still guided them onward. The sun slid down the sky, casting a fiery crown upon the crest of the Misty Mountains. The last light was now upon them, slowly bidding itself farewell until the morrow.

The gentle ambiance of a surging brook was shattered as Valinor's steel-clad foot splashed through, the stone bed providing questionable support. Hissing and spitting curses towards the elves, Valinor wrestled with the last of the arrows lodged in his back. With a firm grasp and a solid yank, the final annoyance was cast down the stream. Though relieved that the task which pestered him all throughout the morning hours was now over, the shade was still displeased it had occurred at all. "For many a year have I kept this cuirass intact... A feat I doubt many others could ever claim, and now this. If truly there is any great justice to be had, those damn elves will end this day a troll's supper." Planting his boots on dry ground again, Valinor cast his spectral gaze down the trail. "The path which the bird leads us; I have walked it on cold nights 'fore. Tis a dark one, and leads yonder down into the Ettenmoors. ...This is not a road to tread lightly, let alone in the dark of night. At least, not for you mortals..."

Valinor turned on his heel towards his compatriots. "So what will it be? Should we brave the night into the dark woods? Or make good our fortifications here till first light? I doubt either will be free of unexpected guests. Last tale I heard from the living, there's been a long-standing skirmish with the Hillmen and Goblin chiefs for these lands."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Gavin looked over his shoulder from time to time as the trail lead on, a cursory glance at most for one never knew what really walked behind them in such places. But he was somewhat annoyed and attached to what the shade was going through, listening to his woes. It was not the first time that elves had stepped in and perceived themselves the right on more then one occasion.

But a thought did hit his mind when Valinor spoke of keeping his armor intact all this time and it soon became vocal as well.

"It is a shame that such fine craftsmanship should be carried in such a way.. if you'd have it, I can shore up those notches. Wouldn't want a lucky axe strike to open those holes any further.. now do we?" Gavin could not really tell where he was speaking from. Either from the idea of helping a companion or from the standpoint of a dwarf who revered such time tested pieces like the shades armor.
But such an event would have to wait, not a forge was in site and it would be some time before they reached a haven that he knew of to take rest in. He gave his satchel a small tug to heighten it along his shoulder, feeling the chisels inside shift slightly.

As he looked on down the trail he could feel the breeze coursing past the party, though it was musty and stale as well it was easy enough to tell they were alone for now. But the thought of bedding down was starting to look good and only one idea was keeping him from saying so.
"I believe we should push on.. higher ground would suit best and I don't like the idea of bedding under a tree full of green skins. If I'm gonna have something over ma head it should be the sky, a roof, or stone.. and not preferably in that order."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

When Bern walked over to Amaranth, the little hobbit couldn't help but to wonder what was going on. Had she done something wrong? She watched as the tall woman picked up the things that had been taken out of her bag so that she could carry it better. She began to protest, however she didn't really know what to say. When she finally thought of something, the woman winked at her and spoke of repaying the debt with legendary hobbit cooking. Amaranth tried to hide the surprise from her face, and she managed to contain the fear. It was no secret through Hobbiton that Amaranth was not blessed with the ability to cook, however she had managed to learn a few things. Mentally she sighed before smiling and nodding to Bern. "Yes ma'am." She replied before pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind for another time.


It wasn't long before they started on their journey. Amaranth couldn't say she was excited to travel through troll filled woods, however she was excited to be seeing so much of the area. She had so many stories of the world, it was nice to finally be able to see some of it for herself. However, her still rather large bag (at least for a hobbit) had become more of a problem than she anticipated.
The scenery was fascinating all the same. The amber and gold leaves that clung to the trees desperately, before a small breeze killed all their attempts to hang out was somewhat daunting at the time. She too, was clinging to something that seemed futile. Thoughts like this were pushed to the back of her mind though, and she continued to travel with her companions as fast as her hobbit legs would allow.

They came to a small brook, which she admired from the back of the group, that is, until all peace was disrupted by Valinor's steel boots. She nearly glared at the Wraith at his action, but she kept her mouth closed. When he began to speak, the group slowed down a bit; which she was thankful for. This gave her time to catch up to the group, as she had fallen a few feet behind in the last few miles.
She stood at the back of the company, slightly huffing and out of breath, as Valinor spun on his heel to face everyone.
"So what will it be? Should we brave the night into the dark woods? Or make good our fortifications here till first light? I doubt either will be free of unexpected guests. Last tale I heard from the living, there's been a long-standing skirmish with the Hillmen and Goblin chiefs for these lands."
The hobbit's green eyes widened in fright at the thought of venturing down such a dangerous path at such a horrid hour for adventure. Despite this, she didn't want to be the first to speak. The thought of being weak was ever in her mind, and she did not want to assure her companions of it if she could help doing so.

"I believe we should push on.. higher ground would suit best and I don't like the idea of bedding under a tree full of green skins. If I'm gonna have something over ma head it should be the sky, a roof, or stone.. and not preferably in that order."
Amaranth silently cursed the dwarf for his thoughts, even if it was a good point. Her short legs ached fiercely already and she felt as if she were to collapse at any time! Hobbits were not naturally made for such journeys and her body was surely making her aware of the fact. 'Higher ground usually means climbing....' she cried mentally before a small sigh escaped her lips. Just with the thought of climbing with the huge bag made her body protest and ach even more.

'I shall not give in.... I mustn't protest....' She told herself before taking in a deep breath. 'For Frodo and the others, I must carry on.' As if the simple thought of helping her childhood friend held some sort of power, she suddenly felt the will to carry on as far as needed. Of course, her muscles still burned from being overused, but she felt strength.
"I too think we should find higher ground." The word were out of her mouth before she had even realized what she just said. Despite the fact her body wanted to take the words back and replace them with some argument, her spirit won the battle and she had placed her vote of carrying on.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

As Rala stalked through the forest, with no sounds coming from her, she noticed that the safety of the evlen forest was being left behind and that their path had taken them to a far more dangerous wood. She was walking behind Valinor, something that she was not too happy of, but she had a feeling that that is where she would be needed most.

The whole way Rala forced herself to not say a word for she knew if she opened her mouth something unkind would come out towards the wraith. She was annoyed by his low mutters that the evlen rangers who shot him should become a troll's dinner. Though she was not on the best of terms with the other elves, they were still her kin and so she felt so inclined to stand up for them as they were not there themselves to do so. But she also knew that her presence was already putting half the group on edge and she did not need to go making matters worse by standing up for her kind. Though if this was how it was going to be throughout their entirety of their travels then she knew that things would be come very nasty in the group and they may fall apart.

When Valinor stopped it was at the edge of the forest they had been travelling all day in and one that held much darker dangers than they had seen that day. He proposed the question of whether they should continue through the night or set up where they stood. The dwarf, apparently having found an ally with the wraith, agreed with Valinor that they should continue, and surprisingly so the hobbit agreed as well. Though just by looking at her Rala could tell that small Amaranth was starting to get well beyond her limit.

"If we're going to continue forward to find higher ground I should say that we only continue on till the moon is at it's peek and wherever we are by then find a temporary safe haven close to there as possible. We don't want to be searching and moving all night or else our energy may be misplaced by tomorrow," Kavrala answered. She knew that both the dwarf and wraith would be the ones to raise grief with her answer, but she also knew that it would't be because it was a bad idea, but rather it was an coming from an elf. She only hoped that Bernadette and Amaranth would side with her so that she would at least have the majority with her. Though even then she was unsure of what they might say. Amaranth seemed friendly with everyone which was good because their maybe need for a peacekeeper in the near future, while Bernadette; Kavrala was completely unsure. While the rough woman did not seem to have any obvious reason to dislike the elf, she did not seem so inclined as to raise dispute with the dwarf and wraith either. It was up in the air, now, of what they would end up doing that night.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Bernadette wasn't all that far ahead of the short-legged hobbit; the woman preferred a lazy, plodding pace that might come close to infuriating her more travel-accustomed companions. But no amount of subtle huffing or grumbling would stir her from her chosen stroll.

She enjoyed the sights on the journey, but as the sun began to settle, she cant help but poke fun at poor Valinor with a rumbling chuckle, "Braggin ya kept that armor in one piece because ya avoided combat up till now is like braggin ya never lost a game a chance by not playin' em." It's entirely likely she simply didn't understand that the armor was linked to Valinor's very existence on this plane, because there's no malice in her tone.

"Goblins see by night a fair stretch better'n everyone else here... Ghost excluded cause f' all I know you see clear to Mordor... Point is; we don't need to be stumbling about under the moon hopin' there's suitable shelter while any Greenskins nearby wait for th' right time, when we can set up soon and have more time t' set a defense and a watch. You'll have ta get comfortable with th' idea of the sky sooner or later, Gavin."

The highland woman had said her piece, but didn't intend to argue if the others insisted on pushing forward. She took the short rest they were taking now to approach the stream and sit on a stone at its bank just upstream from Valinor, cooling her heels and refilling a waterskin in the clear trickle.

They'd left the relative safety of Elven lands, but Bern had never relied on them for her safety before. It did, however, mark the farthest from her mountains she'd ever ventured. Every step was something new and stirring, with the promise of more to come. The danger ahead excited the beat of her heart and made her every sense keener. She found herself smiling at the anticipation of goblin blood spilled, and only Orc blood might make her happier.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Amaranth gazed at Rala as she spoke and silently thanked the woman for her intelligence. Amaranth had not thought of such an idea, though that is exactly what she had hoped for when she agreed to continue. It was a marvelous idea and the small hobbit's face lite up with its normal brightness once more. Before she was able to announce her changed vote, Bernadette spoke and voiced her own opinion.

"We don't need to be stumbling about under the moon hopin' there's suitable shelter while any Greenskins nearby wait for th' right time, when we can set up soon and have more time t' set a defense and a watch.

The girl's smile faded as she was at odds with her decision. Karala had a good point, however Bernadette had a better one. The thought of horrid goblins watching them and attacking sent goosebumps across her skin and chills down her spine. Despite the fact they were a bit smaller than Orcs, they had many advances that the Orcs did not have, which to her, made them worse. Small deformed green creatures crawling, steeling, and killing them in the night while they recharged their exhausted energy did not sound appealing.

Amaranth's eyes moved to Bernadette, who had moved to the bank of a small creek. She slowly made her way over to the woman and set her bag down gently on the dry land. The thought of resting her short legs and aching feet was tempting. However, that had not been her purpose of moving closer to the other red head. With a sigh, she looked back to the others and decided she would give her thoughts to the group.
"I agree with Bernadette. Not all are used to such a journey and tis the first day. And goblin's know the area better than we. A defense and guard is the best idea. Even if we venture a bit further, soon we should make camp." She paused and pointed at the stream where Bern was. "We 'ave water here. This would be a good place." Again she paused, though this time her eyes hardened and she gazed at Valinor. "Being as you don't sleep, you should take first shift." She stated in a voice that expressed that she was not backing down on her idea if he got cross with her.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Raidose
The thought of dwarven hands crafting Arnorian regalia did set Valinor at unease, though in truth Gavin's words held weight. The decision was losing alternatives, and wondering Middle Earth as a hapless spirit with no path nor redemption was not a tempting option. Though these thoughts were severed by the sharpened sting of Bernadette's retort. While the list was long in ways to earn Valinor's ire, none did this as swiftly as an accusation of cowardice. Though it may or may not have been such, this is how the wraith viewed it. Though before he could summon the appropriate amount of bile in his words, his eyes caught something.... out of place amongst their gathering.

Another spirit, a guardsmen of some militia of the Free People, who limped and trudged blindly on some wayward path, leaving no clue to his presence amongst the living save for a sudden chill. With eyes darkened with fear, sundered chainmail stained with his own blood, and hand still clasped absentmindedly to the severed stump of his shield arm, this haunting form drew Valinor's gaze. In low, maddened, and somewhat nonsensical whispers he rambled on. "They.... they came.... in the night they..... came..... in the.... they...." His demented words were unsettling, sending an eerie chill through Valinor. "Who?" he ushered back in a tone no living thing could hear, though received no reply save for more rambling. "Who? Who came?! Speak sense, damn you!" Valinor's sudden bark finally broke the dead man's trance, as he turned to look upon with wraith with dark, sorrowful eyes. "On.... on horses they came.... they... took them..... slew them with cold blades..... the blackness.... shrouded in blackness..... and fear.... fell kind......"

The lost soul's eyes hardened as through grit teeth he added "your kind......!" in hissing revilement. The ghost drew it's blade with a hollow roar, dark promise of vengeance gleamed in his burning eyes. Valinor took an abrupt step back, letting show the steel of his sword from it's sheath. As soon as the angered revenant laid eyes upon the dark metal, it let loose a screech of agony and panic, fleeing into the abyss of the veil. Valinor knew well the stories of the revered blades of lost Numenor. Whether or not they were truly forged from sacred starlight, he cared not. He knew the tales of them cutting ethereal flesh to be as true as the curses of the dead. Ironic, he often thought, that he would carry and care for one of the few things that could banish him to the Void. Though these thoughts were not his now; too urgent those that concerned the warnings of the fallen soldier.

Still caring little for the scene he had just made for his living compatriots, he looked to the sky and beheld not the figure of Durhnoram. These woods were thick, and as such the Eagle would often disappear to survey the path ahead. Though Valinor still saw the great fowl's company as irksome at best, he now found himself denied the small comfort found in that large, overcasting shadow. "...... My agreeance goes to the elf and human. It is wiser to spend our time making ready what we have rather than waste our time seeking something may not even exist to be found." Try as he might, Valinor found himself hard pressed to hide the hints of worry in his voice. He knew all the old tales. Of Dark Riders in the night. Of cursed, fell beings whom stalked the land. Of Kings, of whom Valinor, in his youth, once swore to serve. They were Kings no more, now only puppets and pawns of the Great Enemy. Valinor knew not how long that soldier had died, nor how long his soul trekked, but it mattered not. For even if those fallen kings of old had come and gone long before his company had arrived, Valinor knew all too well that terrible things always followed in their wake.

"If we have the option, we should seek good ground. I've lost all doubts of us being alone this night....."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Ghttp://www.roleplaygateway.com/include ... ld.gifavin swings his pack around to the next shoulder as he looks out into the darkness to see what Valinor could be reacting to.

But his eyes pick up little then a faint waver of light as it seems nothing could pass by as all.

However he can understand what the others mean, other then the fact that he wished to actually have a nice nights rest for once of what had seemed to be a month. Gavin pulls his weapon from his back and grips the pommel letting it swing to his side as he looked ahead. "There could be a rise further down the trail then, at least we can have high ground to fight from and maybe and nook to have a fire as well."

He begins to walk on ahead, spreading the dead leafs of the trail as he went upon his way.

Knowing full well that something could be watching from the corners of the trees or from the bushes nearby. But he was confident in his abilities and he knew full well that his companions would not be so easily taken by surprise also.

"Either way, we are not going to have a dull night no matter how much we try to avoid the inevitable."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Bernadette's head snaps up, and she stands ankle-deep in cold water as Valinor.. has a fit. She cant see what the wraith is reacting to, and she fixes him with an odd, considering stare as he settles down and speaks as if nothing at all had happened. That one was an odd one in more ways than Bern was comfortable with. That the Gray Wizard trusted him was only going to get him so far if he kept up such antics. After all, he'd already betrayed the country he'd been sworn to once. What loyalty did he really have to a bunch of misfits who were only slowing him down?

Stirred from her grim musings by Gavin's insistence - at least - that they find higher ground, Bernadette concedes that point with a nod, scooping her pack up again, "Welp! Let's get to it then, affore the sun makes our decision for us."

And with that, she saunters on down the path, -through- the space where the fallen soldier who attacked Valinor so recently stood, blissfully oblivious but for a shiver and a shrug.

After a bit of a stroll, as the sun dropped lower and shot crimson streaks into the sky, I imagine that the group finds a bit of ground that they can all agree on. A grassy knoll that jutted up and sported a bit of a clearing - free from trees at its crown because they'd been crowded out by a great oak that had recently lost its battle with lightning. It mean there were precious few branches over their heads - and none with leaves; robbing any potential ambushers of a high road to take over their heads.

Signaling she intended to make her stand for the night -here-, Bernadette drops her pack and her spear at the black tree's trunk. Attempting to get her to move any further would be an exercise in futility. The highland woman reaches up and, with a show of strength considerable even in spite of her already large frame, pulls down a dead branch with a grunt and the snap of the giving wood. Breaking it again over her knee, she stacks it near a group of stones, intending to start a fire.

Poor Amaranth might be the only member of the group that seems outwardly worried about the distinct possibility of attack sometime in the dark hours. The other veteran fighters might be just as nonplussed as Bernadette as she gathers more wood in a similar fashion before sitting with her back against the great tree, fishing in her bag around the hobbit-things for her own travel foods.

"So!" She announces cheerily into the brooding silence of the twilight woods, "We all know what the ghost did for his living while he still had it... Gavin!" She gives a wink to the dwarf, "What skills aside a' dealing death did you call your own before all this madness? And you, hobbit! Damned if I could think of someone odder for this walk. Y' aren't a dragon in disguise or somesuch?" Her toothy smile beams across the would-be firepit at her erstwhile traveling companions.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

As they began their walk to find a better place for the night, Rala felt a familiar chill at one particular spot. It could only be one thing, a restless and trapped spirit. She let the others get ahead of her slightly as she took up a leaf, whispered a soft elven prayer to it before setting it on the ground where she felt the chill. It was a small tradition for her, one that she believe kept her how her mother had raised her. Nothing terribly special about this little act, but it was one that she would never give up. She believed that a leaf alone could carry a soul from this world to the one it was supposed to be in and she would preform this to anyone, even those who had attacked her.

When she looked up, the others were pretty far ahead of her, but being an elf it was no trouble catching up with them again. She stayed in pace with the hobbit this time, much slower than she was used to, but she felt that everyone had something to teach one another and that possibly Amaranth's was to teach others how to slow down and enjoy oneself. So that's what the elf did. With the slower pace, Rala could watch the trees, notice how the light was blocked by the leaves above like small green stars; how the breeze felt on her skin cooling her for just a moment. She could hear the small woodland critters as they scurried about gathering food and supplies for the night. Though the forest they were walking in was more dangerous than before, it was still a beautiful and wild place to entrap ones attentions.

The day got darker and by night they had found a spot that, in Kavrala's eyes, they could all possibly agree upon. Of course, Bernadette wasn't giving anyone a choice to carry on as she started to pull branches from the dead oak to make a fire. Rala set her bag on the ground and started gathering stones to circle the fire and start it with as well. When everything was set, Bernadette started the evening's conversation, or trying to at least. It seemed back stories was the theme tonight, which was just as well that the woman hadn't called Rala out. She never liked sharing her past and it always seemed to sour the mood or cause sarcastic remarks that it wasn't that bad. Though Kavrala knew that if things got to dark in their conversation or a lull became too long she could break it with a story. A small smile played on her lips as she thought of all the stories she had collected over the years. Some were from expert travelers and story tellers, others were from parents trying to put their children to sleep, but her favorite were from the children themselves. They were always so full of hope and magic that anyone could be wrapped up in them quickly, even if they didn't hold a ton of originality or depth to them.

And so the elf waited. Waited for the stories to start so that she could add more to her collection. This was the part about adventures that she always loved the most. Strangers sitting around a fire together, all trying to keep warm and comforted. Then the stories are traded back and forth as people share their experiences as if they were all old friends getting antiquated with one another after years of separation. These stories would make one laugh, or cry, and some even got people to dance around the fire in a festival form of celebration.

Her eyes lifted to the dwarf in almost earnest expectancy, her ears focusing to pick up every syllable that the dwarf might say, and her chin resting on her knees almost like children do while they wait.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Gavin walked up the small rise with the others, it was a decent enough place if he had to choose. It may have well been the only place valid enough to count as defensible or safe. He let his pack hit the ground not far from the tree as he took a knee and gave the area a once over himself. The woman Bernadette was by far the most spirited of the group to say the least and that thought caused a dry smile to arch the side of his lips.
Frankly because he thought of Valinor in that same regard, though his sense of spirited may be off somewhat.

He began rummaging though his own pack and found some soft bread, the method used during mining to keep it fresh after long hours works very well above ground it seemed. A cooked haunch followed, from a bore it must have come as any larger and it would not have fit in the tight confines of the bags confines.

A chisel small and clean fell from the edge of the bags lip, landing with a clattering noise on a small patch of rocks. He leans and picks the chisel up only to place it back in his bag. The area around them would not allow for such an activity or simply the time. The group would be on the move for the next few days as it would seem and he would need to wait.
It was that time however that Bernadette words began to reach him, causing him to look back at her wink sternly. The action made him chuckle slightly and though it may have been out of character he knew that it was just her way now. A woman like her was more accustomed to being herself no matter the occasion, or place for that matter. He merely synched the top of his bag back up and sat down next to it.

"I was a mason.. years ago." He answered.

"Then a smith.. and then a warrior." Setting the food on his sack he leaned it to the pile of wood and began to arrange it. Stacking and placing limbs so it would burn nicely even though the shade would not have need of warmth, the others would need that comfort. His hands dug into a pocket off the side of his pack and he pulled out a small strange stone, along with a sheet of tender. Already knowing that finding something dry and dead enough to burn would be a chore in of itself.

He places the tinder down under the edge of the stacked branches, gathering what few dead leafs he could find and then placed the stone down next to it. It was a wide flat piece of flint and the strange look to it was because of a missing side that he pulled out a thin strip of metal and began to run it along the flint showering sparks on the tender.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Amaranth stared at Valinor for a moment and noticed his attention was on something else. She followed his gaze but didn't see anything. He looked very focused on whatever it was that he was, so she decided to drop her near demand for the moment. Despite not being able to see whatever had the wraith's attention, she had an odd feeling and a chill went down her spine. Shrugging the feeling off as much as she could, she moved to place most the weight on one leg before she gazed at each of the others.
Gavin pulled out his weapon and swung it a bit before looking at a trail in front of them. Before he spoke, Amaranth could tell he wanted to push on. As he spoke of fighting on higher ground and a nook, she looked to Rala and Bern to see their reaction.

Bernadette seemed to agree with the dwarf, for she grabbed her things and started following after him. Though Amaranth still didn't think it was a good idea to push on through the night, she hoped that they would have enough sense to find a place of rest, and soon.

The sun slowly died as they continued their travels, but the hobbit decided to go her own pace and try to relax a little. It was the time of day when she normally had to work the most in the Dancing Pony, but tonight, it was hers to enjoy. A gentle breeze made the trip more bearable, as did the moons appearance when the sun had vanished. Despite not worrying about being behind the others, she was grateful that Rala had decided to walk at her pace. With such long legs, she knew that is must feel odd for the elf, which made her wonder why the woman had slowed down. Never the less, she did not question the elf. She had heard of them being wise, which meant that the woman had her own reasons for doing so.

Luckily, it wasn't long before Bernadette found a clearing and set her bag down, along with her spear. Amaranth gave a long sigh of relief as she set her bag down on the other side of Bernadette. The weight off her shoulders was a relief, however they still ached as if the weight of the bag remained on them. Her eyes slowly moved to the dead tree Bern had picked, but she ignored it. She was too tired to wonder why it was in such a horrible condition.

While Bern used her strength to brake off branches from the dead tree, Amaranth looked around for some already on the ground. She knew she didn't really have the strength of the others, so she improvised. Not taking more than a few steps in each direction of the tree, the hobbit managed to find a few dead limbs, which she gathered and tossed on top of the pile Bern had made.

Moving back to her bag, she opened it and pulled out an apple. It looked very large in the hobbit's hands, though it was a standard sized apple. She sighed, as if she didn't even have the energy to eat. However, she took a bite and was mesmerized by the taste. There was nothing special about the apple, and she had eaten plenty of her share in the Shire. However, due to her long journey and the day that was now coming to an end, the apple was something special for her taste buds.

Her eyes moved to Bernadette, as she attempted to make conversation with the group. The hobbit finished her apple quickly, while listening to Gavin speak of what he used to be. Once he was done, it seemed there was only silence to speak to them. So, Amaranth decided it was her turn, since Bernadette had asked her as well as the others.

"I ain't ever seen a dragon, so I don't think I can be one." She snickered before stretching a little bit before leaning back against the dead tree.
"I am but a simple hobbit; child from the Shire." She paused for a second and thought of why she might have been asked to accompany them, but she herself was still unsure. Instead, she decided to speak of the old days- the days she missed dearly.
"In the Shire, I knew Mr. Bilbo and Mr. Frodo. Growin up, I listened to stories of adventures and travels. No farm life would do for meh. I learned music, and was good at it. Mr. Bilbo told me about bards he had met and I became one. Not sure why I was asked to join ya'll, but Mr. Gandalf asked me to help out Frodo. We ain't blood, but he's meh family." She paused, her face full of sorrow that she felt for the man she knew. Her mind drifted to wonder how he was doing, while praying for his safety.

She suddenly realized she had been quiet for a few too many minutes and forced a large smile at the others. "Either way, I'm here to stay. T'is hobbit ain't giving up." She stated proudly, her smile becoming genuine.

To continue conversation, since it let her get to know everyone, she looked to Bern. "How about you, Miss Bernadette? Why'd you come along on this journey?"

View All »Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts that you can organize on your own. They're useful for telling a story that might span long periods of time or space.

There are no arcs in this roleplay.

View All » Create New » Quests

There are no quests in this roleplay.

Add Group » View All » 0 Factions to align with

Here's the current leaderboard.

There are no groups in this roleplay!

Events

Soon™.

Game Master Controls

Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.

Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.

Add Quest » Quests

You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.

Add Setting » 5 Settings for your players to play in

Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.

Navigation

While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!

The Coldfells

The Coldfells by Raidose

The Coldfells were a hilly region located to the north of Rivendell.

Middle Earth

Middle Earth by Raidose

With the reach of the Dark Lord extending, Middle Earth's fate hinges upon it's heroes. Heroes such as you.

The Trollshaws

The Trollshaws by Raidose

It got it's name for a reason.....

The Clearing

The Clearing by Raidose

The perfect place for the Tale to start.....

Rivendell

Rivendell by Raidose

The Last Homely House East of the Sea.

Add Group » 0 Factions to align with

There are no groups in this roleplay!

Collectibles

By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.


Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name (case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.

Mobs

Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!

Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!

Current Mobs

No mobs have been created yet.

Spawns

Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

Permissions

Add and remove other people from your Universe.

Orphanage

By marking a character as abandoned, you can offer them to your players as pre-made character sheets.

Character Portrait: Kavrala Shalandalan
35 sightings Kavrala Shalandalan played by Fredalice
"When all is lost and you want to end it all, find your reason to keep on living."

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

Open Stores

View All » Add Character » 8 Characters to follow in this universe

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion
Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn
Character Portrait: Andolar
Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck
Character Portrait: Harathir the Corsair
Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone

Newest

Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Gavin Shatter Stone

Speak your piece.. or move.

Character Portrait: Harathir the Corsair
Harathir the Corsair

"Hear that? That is the sound of your death approaching."

Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck
Amaranth Brandybuck

"With my song, I will lift their spirits!"

Character Portrait: Andolar
Andolar

This land that she has left, it is all I have left of her. My life for hers, my life for the freedom of Middle Earth"

Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn
Bernadette Winterborn

Hell hath no fury...

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion
Valinor Casllion

"There are worse fates than a simple death, Man of Gondor. Hold your ground and die by the enemies blades, or die by mine."

Trending

Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn
Bernadette Winterborn

Hell hath no fury...

Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck
Amaranth Brandybuck

"With my song, I will lift their spirits!"

Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Gavin Shatter Stone

Speak your piece.. or move.

Character Portrait: Andolar
Andolar

This land that she has left, it is all I have left of her. My life for hers, my life for the freedom of Middle Earth"

Character Portrait: Harathir the Corsair
Harathir the Corsair

"Hear that? That is the sound of your death approaching."

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion
Valinor Casllion

"There are worse fates than a simple death, Man of Gondor. Hold your ground and die by the enemies blades, or die by mine."

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Valinor Casllion
Valinor Casllion

"There are worse fates than a simple death, Man of Gondor. Hold your ground and die by the enemies blades, or die by mine."

Character Portrait: Bernadette Winterborn
Bernadette Winterborn

Hell hath no fury...

Character Portrait: Andolar
Andolar

This land that she has left, it is all I have left of her. My life for hers, my life for the freedom of Middle Earth"

Character Portrait: Amaranth Brandybuck
Amaranth Brandybuck

"With my song, I will lift their spirits!"

Character Portrait: Harathir the Corsair
Harathir the Corsair

"Hear that? That is the sound of your death approaching."

Character Portrait: Gavin Shatter Stone
Gavin Shatter Stone

Speak your piece.. or move.


View All » Places

The Coldfells

The Coldfells by Raidose

The Coldfells were a hilly region located to the north of Rivendell.

Middle Earth

Middle Earth by Raidose

With the reach of the Dark Lord extending, Middle Earth's fate hinges upon it's heroes. Heroes such as you.

The Trollshaws

The Trollshaws by Raidose

It got it's name for a reason.....

The Clearing

The Clearing by Raidose

The perfect place for the Tale to start.....

Rivendell

Rivendell by Raidose

The Last Homely House East of the Sea.

Middle Earth

With the reach of the Dark Lord extending, Middle Earth's fate hinges upon it's heroes. Heroes such as you.

The Clearing

The perfect place for the Tale to start.....

The Coldfells

The Coldfells were a hilly region located to the north of Rivendell.

Rivendell

The Last Homely House East of the Sea.

Fullscreen Chat » Create Topic » The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung: Out of Character

Discussions

  • Topics
    Replies
    Views
    Last post

Most recent OOC posts in The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Ugh, I hate when I go to post something and then go back and find out the site rejected the post -.-

Soooo, the post that should have been posted on the 20th:
Thank you DustAndEchoes, I'm so glad I'm not the only parent in this rp and someone understands. I can't say I know how it is with an animal, since we only have cats outside, but I understand babies wanting to do things they shouldn't. My daughter is a pro at it. And ya, no matter how much you try to baby-proof a house, its not possible when they get to a certain age. Even a bubble wouldn't work. *sigh*

To Everyone:
I hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas/Yule/other holidays that I simply can't spell! And I hope everyone comes back soon!

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Hahaha. No worries, you didn't sound like a bad parent. I've got one that just turned 18 months and she terrifies me. I live with my parents as well with my little one, and they've got an older dog that has never had to deal with kids. Of course, my little one wants to pet the ONE dog we don't allow her to play with, and one day slipped under our radar. Well, Old Lady nipped her good right on her head, but thankfully not badly enough to need a doctor, because I know the instant I told the doctors that she'd been bitten on the head by a dog either CPS would get involved or they'd make us put the old girl down. D:

Everything's much calmer now, but I still worry to hell and back because of the stone hearth.. the pool.. the couch.. the dogs.. the furniture.. the tile floors.. the coffee table.. the den.. (Trails off into infinity)

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Alright guys, sorry for disappearing for a bit. Had my own hell I was going through with CPS, finals, and my job. Got everything straightened out (except my daughter, who is still a dare-devil and will probably still lunge off of things.....*sigh*) and I made a post. Again, sorry for not posting sooner, but I had to get stuff straight with my kiddo and everything else.

EDIT: After reading my own post, I wanted to elaborate more so no one thinks I'm a horrible parent and freaks out. My parents watch my daughter while I go to college and work. My daughter is 14 months and just learned a few weeks ago she can run (kinda) and lunge for stuff. Well, she was on the couch, running back and forth from one side to the other, and decided to lunge for my mom, who was standing a little bit away from the couch. My step dad couldn't catch her in time, kiddo fell on her arm and broke it (though we didn't know it till later cause she acted fine and didn't even cry -.-). I was at work when it happened, didn't find out until my mom took her to the doc, who then called CPS because her arm was fractured......*sigh*

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Sorry, sorry, sorry! I'll post now, finals just started this last week and I got sick so life has been a bit more hectic than I prefer. But I'll post....post-hast...sorry that just had to happen.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

I was waiting on Rala, but if she hasn't posted by this afternoon I'll knock a post out. :D

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

I'm still here. I was waiting on someone else to post since I posted right before you.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Are you guys all doing alright? Activity seems a little lax right now.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Sorry you aren't feeling well. I hope it gets better soon instead of worse.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Okay, update. I feel like crap, not sure what is wrong but I have a swelling pain just below my breastbone. WebMD is freaking useless. I've felt this way since 5AM yesterday, and I'm not sure if this is serious or not. If things go well, I'll have my post in by today or tomorrow. If not, I'm sorry for the hold up.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Lol, yes Doll, I knew. In fact I believe I mentioned it in my sheet somewhere. Valinor's father, Casllion, was a rather pretentious man.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

That does suck, I am just glad that I had a nice holiday and that was it.

I will wait as long as I need to for the next transition and hopefully we will all be present for that to happen. I still check in every day or so to make sure I'm not missing any new post, so don't worry about me to lose track of whats happening.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Wow that sucks Dust. I hope everything gets better for you soon!! Also, I love your posts and Bern lol She is such a marvelous character and you do wonderful on her speech!

Anyways, just wanted to say I'm still here, working on a post that is kinda a short one, but I think it should go after the two that have been posted already.

Also, on a side/random note. Raidose. Did you know your character's name is a place? I was looking up info on goblins as a refresher and found this page.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Holy hell.... I can't say I haven't had similar, but still, damn. Hope everything gets straightened out.
(Wow, why did that feel like a dick thing to say?)

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Seriously, when it rains it pours around here. On Thanksgiving day, my dishwasher took one look at the pile of dishes and said NOPE! Promptly blew its circuit board so bad I can STILL smell electrical smoke.

Shortly thereafter, as I was steeling myself to go outside after Black Friday to shop for a new one, two of my four tires burst due to what I can only assume was the will of the universe.

In short, I've spent close to a thousand dollars that I don't actually have just in time for the holidays. YAY!

..

Thank you for being my soap box. I'll have a post up when kiddo goes to bed tonight.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Okay, that Thanksgiving was a little busier than I expected. Anyway, sorry for being dead all this time. Lol, Doll, your post is longer than the last two, don't discredit yourself by saying it's "short".

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Ok, I went ahead and made a small-ish post for the sake of keeping things alive a little (well...as much as I can). I hope its ok and I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and comes back to the rp when you can!!

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

I'm still here and will post sometime during break, I'm just trying to figure out what to actually post.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

I'm still here. I was just waiting for some of the others to make a post before I posted again.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

I'm guessing everyone is away for holidays or some such? If you are, that's fine. If you get a chance, just drop an OOC confirming that. I've found it's usually better to pause an RP around this time of year anyway. Trying to run one through Thanksgiving and Christmas (or whatever holiday is being celebrated) is like trying to have a drag race on an ice rink. No one's getting anywhere face and the end result is usually disastrous.

Re: The Lord of the Rings: The Song Unsung

Hey, I just posted a character and he is a human male, his parents were killed by orcs, giving him some psychological issues, his fighting style is like a bezerker (Viking). So yea thats the basics of who my character is, hope I get in :P Cheers