Corsairs and Corsets Discussion Thread Part 1

[piosenniel]

Manardariel, Sophia the Thunder Mistress, and Nurumaiel invite you to play:

Corsairs and Corsets RPG

Historical Backround:

Ecthelion II was the son of Steward Turgon, and was a wise and foresightful Man. He put his efforts into strengthening his realm against the approaching danger of Sauron, who had openly revealed himself in the last years of Turgon's Stewardship. He was aided in this work by Gandalf, and by a mysterious stranger named 'Thorongil', who was later known to be none other than Aragorn. It was Throngil who constantly urged Ecthelion to take a stand against the rebels in Umbar. In 2980, just four years after this story takes place, Thorongil finally got permission from the Steward to go ahead and destroyed most of the Corsair ships with little loss of life. After this Aragorn disappeared, never having set foot in Minas Tirith.

Tolkien implies that Ecthelion's son Denethor viewed Thorongil as his rival and was pleased to see him leave. Moreover, Denethor had a much more negative attitude towards Gandalf. It is said that, even before becoming steward, Denethor learned of Gandalf's plans to restore the Heir of Isildur to the throne, and this accounts for his lifelong distrust of both the wizard and Aragorn.

In 2984, Ecthelion died and was succeeded as Steward by Denethor, who ruled Gondor at the time of the War of the Ring. Denethor's later history and eventual suicide is well known from the LotR.

Finduilas of Dol Amroth was born in 2950 TA, and married Denethor in 2976, the year this game takes place. She was a lady of great beauty and gentle heart who died when she will still young, just twelve years after her marriage. She was the mother of Boromir and Farimir, characters well known to us from LotR. Tolkien states the following:

Denethor loved her, in his fashion, more dearly than any other, unless it was the elder of the sons that she bore him. But it seemed to men that she withered in the guarded city, as a flower of the seaward vales set upon a barren rock. The shadow in the east filled her with horror, and she turned her eyes ever south to the seas that she missed.

With her passing in 2988, Denethor became increasingly depressed and withdrawn.

Basic Storyline:

Minas Tirith, May of TA 2976. Finduilas of Dol Amroth, bride to Steward Ecthelion´s son Denethor, has just arrived in the city with her Ladies and maids. Barely there, they are already wrapped up in the intrigue of the citadel court: for one thing, the local women are not at all pleased with Denethor´s choice, as they wanted him to marry a local girl. For another, a flashing, mysterious beauty is all around the court with her ladies - and she´s calling herself "A Friend of Dol Amroth". Finduilas´ ladies, suspicious because of this title start investigating, and the truth is a shock: the so-called “Lady” is really a spy of the Corsairs of Umbra, trying to stop the wedding. To uncover her, local and Dol Amroth Ladies have to work together...if they can!

[ October 10, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[piosenniel]

The purpose of the story is to: uncover the spies, and celebrate Finduilas´ Wedding.

This means we will know the story is over at: The Wedding!

Starting Location: Citadel of Minas Tirith

Likely destination: Citadel of Minas Tirith

Timeframes:

This game takes place in the Third Age at around year 2976

The storyline itself or plot covers about six weeks.

This game requires a time commitment of 10 weeks from me, the game owner and from the major players.

[piosenniel]

Characters Needed:
_____________________________________________

Main character types are FEMALE ONLY

~*~FINDUILAS GROUP~*~

Ladies – 3 These can be either grown up ladies-in-waiting with their families or young ladies sent to Minas Tirith for education.

Maids – 2

Old Maid (please PM me if you’re interested about this one!)


~*~EVIL GROUP~*~ (spies and their servants)

Maids and other servants(cook, nanny, the works) – 3

The “Lady from Dol Amroth”s (major spy) mother (Maikafanawen's character, Dryea, is the Lady who needs the mother)

_____________________________________________


~*~Secondary character types are:~*~

Husbands – 2:

1 for Tíriel(Sophia’s character)

1 for Pelien(Alaklondewen’s character)

_____________________________________________

Character types which would not belong: hobbits, elves, ents, dwarves, orcs, shieldmaidens:

Any character not listed above.

_____________________________________________


NOTE:

Characters will be chosen out of quality, not because of they submitted their bios first! And please add first posts that look somewhat like those of the planners! Thanks!

_____________________________________________

[ June 14, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[piosenniel]

Manardariel wil play 2 characters:
_____________________________________________

Name: Tessa (Tessiriel) of Dol Amroth

Age:17

Gender: Female

Race: Human of Gondor

Weapons: mind and whatever comes handy (a stick? a rock? who cares?!)

Looks: thick brown hair just barely curling over her chin. It used to be down to her waist, but she managed to let a honeyjar fall on it, and it had to be cut off. Deep brown eyes, usually slinted with laughter, or glittering full of “menace”. Medium-sized, with a femine figure. Freckled all over, with sweet dimples and full lips. Her face is open, and easy to read. When she´s cross, her eyes get very small, and she looks EXTREMLY scary.

Character: Some people, especially exasperated governesses, call Tessa “loud, obnoxious; however, VERY spirited”, and Tessa heartily agrees. Always bustling with energy, she couldn’t possibly sit still when life and the world are going out outside. Fierce in her loyalty to her sister, she´s quick to denounce anyone who doesnt agree. This she does far to quick, totally living off her first impression and feeling, hardly using rational thought. Shy or just quiet people bug her, mainly because she’s never quite sure if they’re really just quiet, or actually snobby, but also because she just doesn´t get them. Loud and never boring, she always has great ideas, however; she tends to get in trouble afterwards. Very open to other minds, on the other hand quick to form an opinion on something and someone. Then she´s horribly stubborn, and takes a big thing to make her admit she was wrong, which she hates. Tessa is quite intelligent, and loves to learn, but not in school: “My school is out there” she tends to say, pointing to the window. Hates to be alone, and loves to talk. When something´s got her talking she´ll go on and on and on and....also, she become demanding, wanting her –or Finduilas, of course- to be in the middle of attention.

History: Tessa is the baby of the family. She always got alot of attention and hardly any responsibity. Especially her mother spoiled her rotten, letting her oldest daughter Finduilas do most of the educational work. Nevertheless; Tessa and Finduilas are very close. They´ve been sharing a room since Tessa was two and Finduilas eight. Finduilas loves her sister dearly, however sometimes she´s tired of her enegetic spirit.
Tessa grew up in the blessed, sunkissed life of an aristocrat´s daughter, never knowing war, never fearing corsairs or armies.

_____________________________________________


Name: Finduilas of Dol Amroth

Age:25

Race: Human of Gondor

Gender: Female

Weapons: voice and eyes

Looks:No way past it: Finduilas is extremily beautiful. Dark, brown curls usually put up in an artfull bun or other pretty style. Blessed with a skin “like a seashell”, pale and without a fault. Huge, amber eyes, always half closed by her long eyelashes she´s especially proud of. Quite tall, with a beautiful figure and deep, melodic voice and soft hands.

Character: A silent power. Finduilas has never neen the person to run around and get in trouble, she´s always rather quiete and composed. However, she has a great influence on people and is well aware of that. With her extraordinary aura it´s hard to say “No” to anything she askes for. Finduilas has a great, great hard and is ready to give it to anyone. Sometime melaconic and very intelligent, very loyal and a bit ironic around herself and others. However, she has a thing about exquisite gowns and spends quite some money on that.

History: She is the oldest child of the Dol Amroth family, and that gave her alot of responsibility. However, this never made her demanding ot patronizing. She has a special connection to her father, who is very fond of her. A year before the wedding, she fell in love with a young Sea Captain, who married another girl. She sees her new life in Minas Tirith as a chance to prove to the world and herself she´s over this, and as a new start.
_____________________________________________


Manardariel’s post:

Tessa woke up. Pushing her thick, brown curls out of her face, she streched around cat-like, squinting around the unfamiliar room. It took her a moment to realize she was in Minas Tirith, not in her room at home in Dol Amroth. Tessa tiptoed out of bed, careful not to awake her peacefully sleeping sister. The girl peered out of the window, trying to get used to the unfamiliar view unfolding under her eyes. As far as Tessa´s eyes could reach, she saw houses, streets, carts and so many people! The sun had barely risen, and they were already crowding thre city, bustling and babbeling; giving her an idea what she had to expect from the next few years. Not that bad, no. In fact, Tessa liked it. It reminded her of the big spring-market back in Dol Amroth, a big attraction in that lazy, beautiful sea town. Tessa crept back into bed, but she couldn´t go to sleep. Instead, she studied Finduilas. Her sister looked stunningly beautiful, even now that she was asleep. Tessa snuggled in her arms. “Tessa.... lemme sleep...” the woman grumbled. The girl smiled and gently tickled her stomach. “Tessa! Stop it!” She pulled her hand away. Grinning, she gave her sister a hug and wispered “Rise and shine, Lady of Gondor. Today´s your big day!”

My big day, Finduilas thought. Half-smiling, half-frowning, she recalled all the “big days” she´d had in the last few months- the day father had announced her wedding to Denethor, the steward to-be. The day she´d left Dol Amroth. And today, when she´d first meet her husband and all the court of Minas Tirith would be her big day. Like her wedding, like the birth of her first son would be “big days”. Like every day she lived and breathed could be a big day. Finduilas pulled on the richly embroided, white gown she´s be wearing today. With Tessa´s help, she put up her hair into an elaborate bun, and slipped on two beautiful, fish-formed earrings. Adjusting her shawl –it was a bit cool- she looked at her sister. Little Tessa seemed lost in adoration. “I think I´m ready,” Finduilas said quitely. Her eyes filled with tears at the sight of that girl worshipping her like she was some kind of goddess. “Oh Finduilas, you´re so gorgeous!” Tessa cried, hugging her sister. “You´ll be the most beautiful Lady ever”

Nervously, Finduilas tapped her foot. She was to meet the important figueres of the court first, the the Steward and then, at last, Denethor, her future husband. Right now, she was greeting every lady, girl and mother of Gondor, or so it seemed. She smiled, looked elegant and tried hard to remember name after name after name after.... from time to time she caught Tessa´s look.
“How do I look?”

“Brilliant.” Tessa mouthed. With a mock look, she added “You Lady you!”

[piosenniel]

Sophia will play 2 characters:
_____________________________________________

NAME- Síriel

AGE – 47

RACE- Men (Minas Tirith Group)

GENDER – Female(unmarried)

WEAPONS - A smile or frown, quick ears and a sharp tongue.

LOOKS - Síriel is a mature woman, in her prime. She's considered quite lovely, with large grey eyes and long straight dark hair. She's taller than most women, and holds herself very straight. Her pride accentuates her features. She is fond of fancy clothes and bright colors. Feathers are a particular favorite.

CHARACTER - Síriel is extremely flirtatious, now in her forties she is extremely set in her ways and doesn't like the thought of placing herself under the authority of a husband. However, she sees no reason that this should limit her fun. She did poorly in her formal education, but has always done extremely well socially. She is the center of a large group of women (most eager to hear the latest news on her brother, Denethor). All the city's gossip goes through Síriel.

HISTORY - Born the younger of two daughters, Síriel has always felt a little overshadowed by her older sister. When Tíriel married early and well, Síriel claimed she felt the need to outdo her. She rejected suitor after suitor in an attempt to find someone of higher standing, better looking and with more power. It seemed a short time, but Síriel has now realized that she will not be considered a beauty and a prize forever. She is determined to make the most of her time before she must marry respectably.

_____________________________________________


NAME – Tíriel

AGE - 49

RACE - Man (Minas Tirith)

GENDER – Female(married)

WEAPONS - quick mind

LOOKS - Tíriel is shorter and smaller than her younger sister Síriel. They have the same posture and look of pride about them. Tíriel's chief source of vanity are her eyes. They are blue and very large, with long lashes. Her hair is dark, straight, and rather wilful, refusing to stay put.

CHARACTER - Tiriel is somewhat retiring, though very bright. She trusts the counsel of her father (Ecthelion), but also has some small ifluence over him. She's interested in politics and has paid attention, as the wife of a soldier, and is quite well informed. She is rarely seen out of the company of her sister, Síriel.

HISTORY - The older daughter, and eldest child of Steward Ecthelion II, Tíriel recieved an ambitious education. The girl soaked it up, hoping to study more, but soon she married a quick rising star in the Gondorian military. Her husband's career hit a ceiling several years ago, and he is currently head of one of the garrisons in Minas Tirith. Tíriel has taken up the occupation of finding a decent husband for her sister. It does not look promising.

_____________________________________________


Sophia’s post:

Síriel pushed through the crowd excitedly, weaving in, out, and around the finely dressed men and women who had come to welcome her brother’s future wife. A rather harried looking man in Gondorian military uniform followed in her wake, holding a turquoise feathered fan in one hand.
Reaching her goal, Síriel reached eagerly for her sister’s hand. Tíriel reached out and grasped her hand with a glad cry. “Ah, Sister, what a happy day!” she exclaimed. Síriel held her sister at arms length to look at her. Cream was a very flattering color on Tíriel, the floor length gown and elbow gloves accentuating her dark hair and large blue eyes. A white stone gleamed at her throat and her hair was loose down her back.

“Sister, you are beautiful!” Síriel exclaimed. Her husband seemed to agree, refusing to relinquish Tíriel’s other hand.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Tíriel responded wistfully. Síriel knew she looked especially good that day, she’s chosen her clothing carefully, intending to put every woman in the room to shame. Her long gown was a brilliant turquoise and her long dark hair was twisted up on her head, glimmering with silver pins. So far, she hadn’t seen any real competition. She was anxious to meet this Finduilas that Denethor was to marry, anxious to prove that though she was yet unmarried, she was no old maid.

A pair of hands came to rest on her shoulders, shaking her abruptly from her thoughts. Spinning, Síriel saw Feredir, her escort, standing behind her with a rather red face and her fan clutched tightly in one hand. She took the fan from him, holding it just under her eyes to mask a grin at his expense. Tíriel, who noticed her furtive sport smiled extra nicely at Feredir. “I see you’ve brought a handsome young man from our navy with you, Síriel,” she commented playfully.

“Oh yes, Feredir’s a gem.” Síriel assured her sister. “He’s done nothing all day but run about after anything I’ve wanted, have you Feredir?” She turned her grey eyes on him and he nodded politely. Tíriel’s eyes widened.

“All day?” she asked, in mock surprise. Feredir nodded. “Well you must be positively exhausted. My sister can be impossible to please.” Síriel’s cheerful face took on the look of one grievously wronged. Tíriel nudged her playfully. “Why don’t you go on with Gaerlin now and have some drinks?” she asked, pushing her reluctant husband forward with one hand. “Have some ‘man-talk’.” Síriel giggled at this, and a look of intense relief came over the face of the unlucky Feredir. The two men departed in the direction of the bar and Síriel slumped with relief.

“My land, Tír, that man is such a bore.” She gasped. “I’ve simply run him off his feet all day, to keep from having to talk to him!”

“Oh, but so very good looking!” her sister exclaimed, with a sly grin. “I know you, Sister, can’t stand to be shown up.” Síriel blushed to a shade of red that most tomatoes would envy and turned her attention to straightening the feathers on her fan.

“Well, I simply must look good in front of Denethor’s new bride.” She whined, touching her hairstyle lightly to be sure all was still in place. Tíriel rolled her eyes at her younger sister’s vanity and scanned the room.

“Well, Sister,” she said as her sharp eyes spotted a group of nervous young women entering the hall. “It seems your escape is short lived, I think the group from Dol Amroth has arrived. I should find Gaerlin.” Síriel squealed with delight.

“Do you see Finduilas?” she clamored in Tíriel’s ear, “is she pretty? Is she good enough for our Little Brother?” Tíriel swatted her sister in irritation that was only half pretended.

“How am I to know which one she is? Really, Síriel, do try to act like an adult.” Síriel drew herself up to her full height and attempted to look serene and mature. Tíriel shot her an approving glance, as Gaerlin and Feredir rejoined them. Linking arms with their respective escorts the Steward’s daughters made their way over to where their father, Ecthelion stood. The whole family should greet this new addition together.
From where they stood at the far end of the hall they watched Finduilas come up the line, greeting every man and every maiden alike, down to the lowest. Tíriel smiled with admiration for this woman. She remembered the time before her own wedding, the nerves and the tiredness. Finduilas, she judged, would make a fine wife for her brother.

Síriel too was watching Finduilas’ progress across the room. She was indeed as lovely as they said, and so young. Síriel felt a small twinge of jealousy at this thought. She shoved it out of her mind as the girl approached them.

Finduilas held one small hand out to each of them. “And you will be my new sisters,” she said softly. Tíriel smiled at her as they nodded.

“I am Síriel.” The younger of the two said brightly, “and this is Tíriel, my sister, and her husband, Gaerlin.” Feredir coughed from behind her. “And Feredir of Pelargir. He is in the Gondorian Navy.” She added, as an afterthought. Finduilas smiled at this introduction, but remained disconcertingly silent. Feredir’s hands moved back to Síriel’s shoulders, and she shrugged with irritation. His hands refused to be dislodged. Síriel almost didn’t mind, as his possessive touch gave her something else to think about during this awkward silence.

[piosenniel]

Nurumaiel will play 1 character:
_____________________________________________


NAME: Adrama

AGE: 25

RACE: Man

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: No weapons

APPEARANCE: Adrama is a slender, beautiful young woman with dark hair that falls just above her waist. Her skin is fair and she has brown eyes.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Adrama has a jealous nature and can easily get onto bad terms with someone she feels has something she herself should have had. However, once she gets over her first feelings and given the chance and reason, she can be a wonderful friend.

HISTORY: A very important part in Adrama’s history concerning this story is the story of Denethor, herself, and her mother. Her mother, Pelien, had strong feelings about Adrama marrying Denethor. But she didn’t know that Adrama’s feelings were also strong, and she herself was deeply in love with Denethor. Now in her reigns jealousy for Finduilas, who is soon to wed the man she loves…

_____________________________________________


Nurumaiel’s post:

Adrama stood with her mother Pelien, watching critically as Finduilas was introduced to the court. Her heart burned with jealousy and rage at the thought of this stranger wedding Denethor. Glancing up at her mother, she saw that she was thinking much the same. But all she wanted was for her daughter to marry Denethor, a man of great position. She didn’t realize that the young woman standing beside her had been and still was deeply in the love with him.

“Perhaps we should go greet her,” Pelien said, taking a step forward. Adrama knew it was a command, but she stood where she was and shook her head. She would not go speak to that woman who had stolen her life from her. Her mother could go, but she, Adrama, would not. What did her mother care, anyway? She didn’t understand the suffering Adrama had endured, and was now enduring as she watched Finduilas, who would wed Denethor.

Pelien gave her a warning look as she walked towards Finduilas to greet her. Adrama watched stubbornly. Suddenly she was aware of someone standing at her shoulder and she turned furiously, already knowing who it was. Yes, it was as she thought. Addruran, possibly the most annoying young man in the court. She knew he was in love with her. He followed her everywhere and never gave her any peace.

This gave her twice as much reason to escape. First Finduilas, the one who had ruined her life, and now Addruran, who was trying to ruin it further. She turned and glared up at him, trying to think of something to say. He looked down at her innocently. “It is a pity Finduilas is to marry Denethor,” Adrama said cruelly, “for I still love him very much.”

“Yes, it is a pity,” said Addruran calmly, but Adrama thought she saw his back straighten a little. His eyes turned to Finduilas and those gathered around her. “Now I must go greet the lady who is Denethor’s betrothed.” He said those words coldly, trying to hurt her. As he departed he took one final shot. “She is beautiful, isn’t she? So perfect for Denethor.” Adrama burned with rage, and the tears sprung to her eyes. She turned and ran from the hall. She could no longer bear to look at Finduilas. She had ruined her entire life. Oh, Denethor.....

[piosenniel]

In addition to the characters played by the 3 game owners, there are a number of players who are doing "Dedicated Characters" - characters who have already been figured into the game by the planning group, and for whom there are already Character Descriptions and First Posts done.

_____________________________________________


Dedicated Characters are:

FINDUILAS'/DOL AMROTH GROUP

Estelyn Telcontar - Diorwyn (Finduilas' seamstress)

_____________________________________________


MINAS TIRITH GROUP

Lyra Greenleaf - Emilia

Durelin – Head Cook – Vernathitia (called Vern)

*Varda* - Elena

Alaklondewen – Pelien

_____________________________________________


EVIL GROUP

Maikafanawen – Dryea

Arien – Double Agent – Alethea

_____________________________________________

[piosenniel]

Estelyn's character: (Finduilas/Dol Amroth Group)

NAME: Diorwyn

AGE: 42

RACE: human

GENDER: female

WEAPONS: needles and scissors

APPEARANCE: Diorwyn is 5’3” tall, has dark hair with a few grey threads, dark grey eyes, nimble hands and a trim figure in which she secretly takes pride, always dressing well, though unobtrusively.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Diorwyn may seem garrulous at first glance, but those who look more closely notice her shrewd, observant eyes. She thinks more than she says (which is saying a lot!) and usually keeps to the background, not being noticed much. Her tendency to fuss over details makes her an excellent seamstress, whose dresses become their wearers well.

HISTORY: Diorwyn is a seamstress in Dol Amroth, highly sought after by the ladies of the court, especially Finduilas. Since her mother came from Minas Tirith before marrying her father, a military officer of Dol Amroth who had served in the White City for some time, Diorwyn has relatives there. Not only does she visit them often enough to keep up with the stylish trends of big city fashions, she learned her trade there as an apprentice. She is happy to accompany Finduilas to put the finishing touches on the almost complete wedding gown and other dresses, though it means being parted from her husband and three almost-grown children for that time.

_____________________________________________

Estelyn's post:

Diorwyn’s dark hair and the folds of her soft grey dress blended with the shadows of the drapery in the hall. Though not likely to be noticed in the colourful throng of noble guests, she had an excellent view of the Steward, his family and the newcomers from Dol Amroth. Her critical eyes observed Finduilas, the designated bride, noting every detail of her perfect appearance. With a tiny sigh of relief, she turned her head to look at the dresses of the other ladies present.

“She’s beautiful,” a low voice beside her said, “and she does her seamstress honour.”

“Gwinniel!” Diorwyn exclaimed softly. “I might have known that you would be here. Nothing escapes your attention, as always.”

The lips of the white-haired woman curved upwards ever so slightly in greeting. “It appears that the princess has chosen wisely; your skill has improved even since I last saw you. I am pleased that you have come to the White City after a long absence. But tell me, how does your family? They must miss you sorely!”

“As I do them,” the younger woman answered. “Ciryandil said that they would fare well without help, but his sister lives nearby and is looking after them when needed. Our eldest spends all day at the wharves with his father, learning the shipbuilding trade. The two younger ones are still in school, though they think that they would rather be grown up already.”

“Good, good.” Gwinniel’s reply was rather preoccupied, for her gaze rested on the gown of Finduilas again. “The colour and style become her well,” she said approvingly. “You have changed the prevailing fashion in some details; now, how did you…”

The two women drifted off into a low conversation on cuts, trimmings, fabrics and figures, and if some of the ladies had heard their caustic comments, they would have fled the hall immediately to change their garments…

[ June 14, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[piosenniel]

*Varda*'s character: (Minas Tirith Group)

NAME – Elena

AGE – 18

APPEARANCE – – Elena has dark brown, almost black, hair, which is rather wavy, and normally braided or partially tied back to keep it out of her face. Her eyes are brown, tinted with a little green, and she has pale skin.

PERSONALITY – Elena is friendly, welcoming, and gets to know people easily. However, she is often off in a dream, especially after finishing a particularly absorbing book, and wishes she was there. It is mainly her avid love of reading and writing that gave Elena a very active imagination, and Elena wishes her past was more interesting, like characters out of the stories that she both reads and tries to write. Because of this, she will often invent stories to make her past seem more wild and fascinating, and is a convincing liar. Knowing how to lie well has made her more aware of it when people are not telling her the whole truth – yet if she tries to voice this to others, they will often dismiss it as just another fantasy of Elena’s, and something she found in a book. Despite these flaws, Elena is much liked as people know she will listen to their problems, and give advice.

HISTORY – She comes from a well-off background, but managed to avoid being spoilt, as she has younger twin sisters, and the attention was mostly lavished on them, as the babies of the family. Elena, left to her own devices, read a lot, lost in her own world, but she never had as many books as she would have liked. When not reading, she would go off with her friends, often staying out all night, and being a convincing liar, her parents believed her excuses. At 17, her parents eventually decided Elena was not satisfied with the life she was leading, and needed more, and subsequently sent her off to Minas Tirith, expecting her to receive a proper education there. Elena was in her element – she had freedom from her parents, all the books in Minas Tirith to read, and plenty of people to talk to. In the year she has been there, she managed to get to know a lot of the people around her, and made many friends, although her tendency to lie has not been lost from her – she likes to invent stories to make her past seem more interesting, and passes them off as truth.

_____________________________________________


Varda's post

Elena heard the sound of feet running past the door of the library. Snapping her heavy book shut, she went and looked out the large window, curiously to see what was drawing everyone’s attention, and saw the arrival of Finduilas and her maids.

It seemed the whole of Minas Tirith was excited about the arrival of this strange woman from Dol Amroth, here to be married to Denethor. Those that weren’t so excited were jealous, at least that was the impression Elena had picked up from the gossiping maids around the court, and the frowns worn on the faces of the nobility, hoping to have married off their daughters to the future Steward.

Elena, in truth, felt very little about Finduilas’ arrival. It was just another woman who had looked for Denethor’s attention, hoping for marriage, only this time the woman had actually succeeded. What reason had a girl like Elena to care too deeply about it? Hopefully, it would at least bring some excitement to the court of Minas Tirith, which, if anything, had only become increasingly dull of late. Even the maids had been running out of gossip to tell each other. Surely, there would be a few parties in Finduilas’ honour, and then, Elena felt sure, there was a chance to have some fun.

[piosenniel]

alaklondewen's character (Minas Tirith Group)

NAME: Pelien

AGE: 52

RACE: Man

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: None

APPEARANCE: Pelien is a tall woman at almost 6 feet. Her long, dark hair is pinned up tightly so that her face appears to be stretched. She has high cheekbones, large brown eyes, a small feminine nose, and prominent eyebrows. Her mouth is full and usually held tightly together in a scowl. She carries herself regally and her presence alone demands attention.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Pelien is a strong woman who is set in her ways. Her overbearing personality aids in her controlling nature toward all those around her, especially her husband and daughter. She is goal oriented and when she sets her mind on a task, the task gets finished.

HISTORY: Pelien's husband, Sador, is a member of the Tower Guard and a highly respected man in the community. Pelien sees her social status as the foundation of everything she and her family do. This reasoning is why is believes her daughter, Adrama, should have been in line to marry Denethor instead of an outsider.

_____________________________________________


alaklondewen´s post

Pelien looped her right arm through her husband’s as they watched Denethor’s new bride enter the hall. As Finduilas crossed the floor, Pelien roughly squeezed Sador’s bicep. “What do you think?” He whispered. Her answer was a disparaging look accompanied by a raised eyebrow. “She’s nothing special,” she spat calmly.

Turning toward her daughter, Pelien touched the small of her back. “Stand up straight, Adrama,” she said shortly through her teeth. The girl immediately straightened her back and raised her chin. That should be Adrama, Pelien thought as she turned her attention back to Finduilas.

“Perhaps we should go greet her.” Pelien stepped forward and waited for her daughter to fall in line. Sador leaned forward and whispered, “Be nice, dear.” Pelien just grunted. She would not do or say anything that would cause an unpleasant scene. Snapping her head around, she shot a warning at Adrama to step forward, but the girl shook her head. That’s fine…I’ll go myself. Straightening her navy dress, she strode across the room still holding Sador’s arm toward Finduilas.

Several ladies surrounded the young woman, but Pelien paid them no attention and interrupted the talk by holding her hand out to Finduilas. “Welcome to Minas Tirith. I am Pelien and this is my husband, Sador.” Finduilas slowly reached out, took the woman’s hand, and said, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Madame and Sir.” Pelien put on a courtesy smile and looked the girl in the eyes. “I’m sure it is,” she said rather curtly then smiled warmly. “Please, if there is anything at all that you need…” she trailed off purposefully leaving the just ask off. Turning her back on Finduilas, Pelien walked away proudly.

[piosenniel]

Lyra Greenleaf's character: (Minas Tirith Group)

NAME: Emilia

AGE: 21

RACE: Human- Gondorian

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: None

APPEARANCE: Curly brown hair falling below her waist which she takes loving care of. Dark brown eyes which have a wide eyed helpless look around men and a hard glint among women. Rather tight fitting, low cut dresses and lots of jewellery. Freckles- the bane of her life.

HISTORY: Has grown up in the court at Minas Tirith with only a very vague sense of anything outside the city- soldiers are merely to be admired and flirted with. Has a strict mother and a doting father- both of whom are in the countryside visiting her older brother and his new baby. Is now seriously looking for a husband as she does not want to end up an old maid- a type of woman she pities and ridicules. However, she does want to marry for love.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Emilia is clever although she usually only uses it for cunning and thinking of witty, biting remarks. She has few good female friends but admired by most men. Truly loves her father and brother, but has a strained relationship with her mother. Acts empty headed and helpless around men, a policy which other women don’t like but often seems to work in catching male attention. Very manipulative, sees it as a sort of hobby.

_____________________________________________


Lyra Greenleaf´s post

“Oh dear!”
Emilia shook her head just enough to make her hair sway prettily but without tangling it. From the corner of her eye she watched the off duty City Guard.
He is looking!
Deliberately, Emilia widened her eyes.

“Oh no. What shall I do?”
Once again she looked at the Guard. He was definitely watching her. Quite appraisingly, too. Irritation flared. That was very crude of him. With an internal sigh she decided he would never do to marry. Not if he went around looking at all pretty girls like that. Still, he was attractive.

Why is he not offering to help? Oaf!
Unhappily she turned to him, deciding to try the direct approach. “Will you please help me? I’m trying to find the Houses of Healing, and I can’t remember the way.” Discreetly Emilia batted her eyelashes. It was always best to be discrete, she had never yet been accused of flirting by a man.

Annoyingly the man raised an eyebrow, and gave a slight smile.
“The Houses of Healing? And why would you be going there? You don’t look ill to me”
Insolence! The gall of this man!
Emilia was unsure how to reply. She had never been questioned in this way before! Most of the Guards would just be happy to escort her, to talk to her.

“I-I have a message for one of the healers.”
“Very well” the man replied, again with that insolent half smile. Immediately he turned and began to walk briskly, cloak swirling around his legs. Emilia hurried to follow, blood boiling. He was indeed walking briskly, she could hardly keep up.

With a start Emilia realised she was passing her own front door. Her ‘escort’ had not yet looked back to check whether she was following. With a small smile Emilia turned aside and entered her house.

I believe I win, she said to herself.


Emilia looked around the gathering in disgust. There were so many women! “Where are all the men?” she asked the old lady sitting to her left.
“Some trouble with, well I own, I hardly know who! Not those Corsairs, I don’t think. The Rohirrim? No, they’re on our side…”
Emilia sighed and wandered away. An Old Maid.
No doubt she has no-one to talk to at home so decides to bore to tears anyone she meets!

From a vantage point in a corner of the long room Emilia gazed around. There really were very few men. With satisfaction she noticed Beren. Well, there’s little fear of him going to fight anyone, she thought with contempt. Little worm! Nevertheless he is extremely good looking. He makes the City Guard look-
Emilia broke off her thought, annoyance at the man’s attitude resurfacing.
Determinedly she began to walk towards Beren. He was talking with Lorna.
Simply because she has fair hair she thinks every man should fall at her feet! Empty headed little-

“Lorna!” Emilia said, false smile spreading over her features. “And Beren!” ”Emilia” Lorna returned, smile stretched even wider.
“I am so parched. Do either of you know where I can get a drink?” Emilia asked, features showing innocence.
“I will get you one of course Emilia” Beren answered immediately.

Emilia watched him walk away with a small smile.
Men! So easy to understand and control! It’s sweet really. Except that-
Emilia cut herself off again. Not that odious man.

At Beren’s departure both women dropped their smiles.
“Emilia I was talking to him first. When you get your drink - ”
“But Lorna, I simply had to come and tell you about your hair.”
”My hair?” Lorna looked at Emilia distrustfully. Emilia was aware that somehow she had gained a reputation among the women for being manipulating. It was unfortunate, really- it made everything so much harder.

“Well yes. The interesting effect you have at the back. It’s very bold. I only hope everyone else likes it as much as I”
Lorna put a hand up to feel her hair. Emilia bit back a smile.
Nearly as easy as dear Beren!

“I think it’s commendable,” she continued “Court fashions haven’t changed in so long. Whose idea was it? The tangled look I mean?”
“T-tangled?” Lorna began, distrust still flickering in her eyes. “It’s not - ”
Time for the kill!
“Yes, tangled. Letty was saying it looked like a bird’s nest. I stood up for you of course. I think it’s a triumph.”

Both women stared towards Letty. Emilia had noticed her looking, a few moments ago. Now, of course, she quickly ducked her head. Looking back to Lorna, Emilia saw horror was blooming on her face.
“E-Excuse me” she said, walking quickly away, hands fluttering up repeatedly to touch her hair. Emilia smiled gently as she watched her leave the room, then waved at Beren, who nodded, rasing his two filled hands.

Indeed people are so easy to control, Emilia thought with satisfaction. That was a most enjoyable interlude. Now, I think, a dance? Beren dances as badly as he would fight- were he ever to try. Reniedil on the other hand…


********************************

The next morning Emilia yawned behind her hand as she waited for the girl from Dol Amroth, who was to wed Denethor.
Such a pity that we must all stand around to greet her. It was be far more agreeable to have a party. Or a ball…

A dreamy smile spread across her face at the thought. A new dress of course, perhaps a dusky rose pink like the one she had worn for her brother’s wedding. Hopefully the soldiers would be recalled to the city, for Emilia could not stand another party with just the men like Beren, too rich or cowardly to do anything.
Yes, that would do nicely…

A flash of movement in front of her distracted her attention from a detailed plan of the embroidery she would have on the bodice of her dress. As she looked up, Emilia saw the guard from yesterday. He was waving his hand at her, talking to another soldier. As he saw her looking he winked. Unbidden, a blush crept onto Emilia’s face. She willed it away, for blushing made her freckles stand out. It would not go, and she feared he would notice. Notice that he had got to her, of course, not her freckles. She wouldn’t care about the freckles. Of course not. Vexed she turned away.
Obnoxious pig of a man! she thought furiously.Where in the world is Adrama?

[ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[piosenniel]

Durelin's character: (Minas Tirith Group)

Name: Vernathitia (called 'Vern')

Age: 32

Race: Man of Minas Tirith

Gender: Female

Weapons: None, except for a knife she carries in a pocket sewn on the inside of her dress. For self defense, if need be. Can't be too careful.

Appearance: Vernathitia is fairly short, standing at only five feet, four inches, but the rest of her makes up for it. She is not fat, but she could be called 'plump'. She has shoulders and arms that might belong on a blacksmith, making one think she might just blacken your eye. She is amazingly speedy for her size, and Vern can run around her kitchens to catch someone adding too much salt at lightening speed.

Personality: Vern is a very stubborn woman, demanding and full of energy, always bustling about ready to give orders. She is a smart woman, though not the quickest thinker, and she can pull apart any bit of gossip if she has enough time to mull over it. She has learned that this strategy works the best, and that there is no sense in running head long into a ditch. You must take your steps nice and slow, but steady. Vernathitia is really a kind and caring woman, even with her intimidating disciplinarian self. She has a particular soft spot for young boys and their foolishness, because of her brother who died at a young age. She is always ready to laugh, though her humor is a bit dry. Her weaknesses are many, like all human beings. For one, she is not a forgiving person, in many cases. She holds a strong grudge, and one that people should avoid. She also sees men as stubborn mules, (though she is equally stubborn, if not more so than many men) but she knows she cannot live without them. Her strong will can also be a weakness, since it can blind her from many things. She hates to be wrong, and would never suspect that someone contradicting her could be right. Vern is also quite forgetful, so those grudges can be misplaced. But, so can other tidbits of information, so, even though she has an ear for gossip, she usually jots down anything she wishes to remember.

History: Vernathitia was born in the port city of Harlond, and is well versed in the ways of sailors, including the wide variety of curses. She was the eldest of six children, one of which, her younger brother, Tarik, died of a fever at only 14 years old. Her mother, Tyri, had always been best at cooking, though she taught her four daughters all the proper knowledge of ladies. Vern was the only one to excel in her mother's favorite, and actually came to cook far better than her mother ever had. Tyri was ecstastic, and sent her off to the kitchens of Minas Tirith at age 19. She has served in the kitchens for 13 years, making her way up the 'food chain' (heh, heh, corny, I know) to Head Cook in 4 years. Because of this, Vern has been accustomed to giving orders. Over the years she had also risen to become an 'eyes and ears' of some of the ladies at court. Rumor and gossip flourish in the kitchens, and servants are always likely to pick up bits of conversation, if they are deployed in the right place, at the right time, and quietly!

_____________________________________________


Durelin's post

"You're lucky my wooden spoon isn't my favorite pitch fork!" Vernathitia, Head Cook of the Kitchens of Minas Tirith, shouted at the men and women rushing back and forth around her. The kitchens of Minas Tirith were a busy place, especially with guests. Ladies of Dol Amroth, and the Lady Finduilas herself, the woman who was to wed the Steward's son! And the wedding itself was not far away.

"Those red-currant tarts better be in the ovens!" Vernathitia, called Vern by anyone she considered a friend or of higher status, strode over to peer over the shoulder of a young girl with blonde curls at a large pot.

"What are you doing girl!" she screeched in utter astonished anger. "The potatoes should have gone in five minutes ago!"

The girl stared up at the imposing woman with large eyes filled with horror, her knees wobbling. Cowering beneath the gaze she lowered her eyes only to stand there.

"Well what are you waiting for, girl? For the taters to grow legs and leap into the soup?"
As the honey-haired girl jumped to grab the potatoes Vern suddenly gasped. The girl jumped. "The salmon!" she cried. Seeing the girl, Vern turned to her with a reassuring look. "No, not you." The girl relaxed and Vern raced off to the back of the kitchens.

Right next to the strangely curved wall at the back, six large grey fish lay on a polished stone surface. Vern quickly grabbed the fileting knife and attacked one of the fish, pulling out herbs and spices. Then the door behind her opened and two young men came up the stairs from the cellar, carrying large wheels of various cheeses. The two were speaking intently to one another.

"…and you know what the Lady Dryea says," said the taller of the two. He had short dark hair and eyes. "What?" asked the other boy. He was a head shorter and had lighter and longer hair. "She says she's not sure about these ladies who came with the Lady Finduilas, from Dol Amroth," the dark haired one continued, "And she thinks they aren't really from there."

That was all Vern needed. She had never really known the Lady Dryea or any of her retinue, they seemed quite normal to Vern. The Lady Dryea seemed nice enough, and her family had been in Minas Tirith for quite a while. Now these ladies…she'd just have to keep an eye on them. And of course she'd notify the Lady Emilia about this, that was her job. It would do her quite a lot of good if --

"Ow!" she cried. She had cut herself neatly down her finger instead of the fish. "I have to pay attention to my work, then I can worry about giving my information to m'Lady," she mumbled to herself.

"What was that you said, Mistress Vernathitia?" asked the light haired boy carrying the cheese. She had completely forgotten about the two. "Oh do shut up!" she yelled. "And give that bloody cheese to Master Domon!"

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[piosenniel]

Maikafanawen's character: (Evil Group)

Name: Dryea Morthaniawen

Age: Early 30's

Race: Corsair

Gender: Female

Appearance: Strikingly beautiful with amber-red hair, hypnotizing blue eyes, and a golden complexion. Dryea is fair and usually wins the favor of many who come to look upon her enchanting smile. She is slender and tall standing no less than 5’8”.

Weapons: Her eloquence and transfixing charm. Dryea Morthaniawen is also equipped with a dagger: standard for the women of her race. It is a beautiful antique carefully crafted and very expensive.

Personality/Weaknesses/Strengths: Dryea speaks well with force or sweetness as the occasion demands, winning others to her side with bold speech. She has a special gift of furtiveness and knows well how to hide herself from unwanted eyes. A cagey character she is both wary and clever. Despite her claims, she also has a fine ear for languages and can speak most of them with ease and fluency. At home among her roguish companions she was known for her honey-tongued ability. Sweet-tongued and deceivingly courteous, she speaks with kindness even when angered, winning favour with words. To others she is appears very open and innocent. Her pretty features and sweet words are very misleading and most often gain her the necessary allies. Among her own kind, and those lesser than she, Dryea is very intimidating. Her weaknesses are what will ultimately lead to her downfall. Dryea is very arrogant, and filled with the hatred for the men who have outcast her people—wrongly, so she believes. Her hatred often clouds her perception and leads her to make reckless mistakes. Usually she is able to cover them. She also has an uncanny knowledge for the concoctions of poisons and draughts.

History: Dryea Morthaniawen grew up with her mother and father and younger sister in scattered coastal cities and towns, learning the art of spying and etiquette to gain high positions in all societies. Her mum taught her to debate with great skill, the art of guise, observation, persuasion, and inquiry. The belief that all gondorians are their enemies was branded into her mind at a young age and supported by the fact that her people were driven further and further from their ‘rightful’ lands—which of course were never theirs to begin with. Dryea has devoted her life to claim much, if not all, of Gondor for the corsairs.
Her mother before her was a spy in the citadel of Ecthelion and is well liked by the court. Now she has given over the title to her daughter who is trying to gain the same trust her mother had. Everything goes as planned until Finduilas, the future Lady of Minas Tirith comes from Dol Amroth, the very city Dryea and her sister, friends, and mother claim to be from. The court grows tense and Dryea must find a way to send Finduilas and her posse back home before she is discovered.

_____________________________________________


Maikafanawen's post

Dryea Morthaniawen stood in front of the full-length mahogany mirror in her bedchamber, studying her elegant ensemble. Her amber hair was piled on top of her head in elaborate curls and held in place by decorative pins. Her dress was of crimson velour with a seven-inch wide strip of embroidered flowers on cream velour running down the front. Darts on the left and right fronts of the bodice gave it a shapely look and enhanced her exotic figure. The sleeves were snug and ran gracefully down the entire length of each arm, stopping at a point above each delicate hand.

“Exquisite,” said her mother, coming up behind her, dressed equally as ravishing in dark blue velour. She dismissed the maids with a polite nod and smooth out a slight wrinkle on the sleeve. “What about jewelry?” she asked. Dryea glided over to her vanity and chose a long gold chain from which hung a beautiful medallion. The medallion was inlaid with sapphires and was of a fine ship, with tall masts and billowing sails, representing Dol Amroth. The lady also chose a delicate array of bangles that she slid onto her wrist. Taking another look in the mirror, she was satisfied with the view.

“Splendid.” Then the daughter did something unexpected for a lady. She opened a secret drawer in her vanity and withdrew a dagger of unique make and tucked it into a fold in her dress. Her mother didn’t blink an eye for she too held such a weapon. But these noblewomen of Minas Tirith were not at all as they appeared.

Sent here years ago, the mother was a spy from the corsairs whose stronghold lay at Umbar: a city in Harad. For many years the sea-faring men had been looting merchant ships and living off their plunder. Dryea had been raised knowing only what her mother had taught her. So she had believed that her deeds were noble and for the good of her people. However, now as she grew older, and with age came wisdom, she realized that her actions were nothing short of vengeful. But she didn’t change her ways. She thought only of power. And the day when she would rule Gondor and the corsairs would rule the seas yet again. That thought always brought a wicked smile to her magnificent face.

Soon they were joined by Dryea’s younger sister, Alethea. Together, the three of them walked down their corridor length and down the stairwell to the hall where they were being introduced to Lady Finduilas of Dol Amroth, and future Lady of Minas Tirith. This may or may not impose a threat to Dryea and her mother’s plans. If she turns out to be easily susceptible to her charm, she could prove to be an important ally. If not. . .

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” her mother had said unsteadily as she nodded greeting to guards as they were permitted to enter the hall. It was beautifully decorated with tapestries that hung from the ceiling and were carefully woven with portraits of past kings and stewards of Gondor. Dryea walked down the length of carpet, following the other ladies of the court, until she stopped in front of Finduilas. She was just as, if not more, stunning in appearance than Dryea. The lady looked very confident, although, thought Dryea thinking back to the first time she had come to the citadel, she must be very nervous. She bowed her head slightly in due respect and gave her a reassuring motherly smile and a wink. Finduilas seemed to relax a bit at Dryea’s friendliness and continued greeting the court.

Dryea Morthaniawen then took her place beside her friends of Minas Tirith and watched the procession closely, taking in all the new faces and their unique characteristics whether it be fan-waving, eye-batting, or a slight hop to their walk. Dryea knew almost everything to be known about each member of the court. Soon, she would also know about this Finduilas of Dol Amroth!

[piosenniel]

Arien's character: (Evil Group)

Name: Alethea Morthaniawen

Age: 28

Race: Corsair

Gender: Female

Appearance: Alethea has bronze skin and brown eyes speckled with green. Her hair is amber, like her sisters, but is darker. It flows down to her waist and has a slight wave to it. Her height is 5ft 7 and she is of medium build. And although she is beautiful, she is not as so when compared to her sister, Dryea.

Weapons: She has no real weapons apart from a small knife, with a mahogany handle to protect herself. Her best weapon is her head and she can see through peoples lies quite well.

Personality/Weaknesses/Strengths: Alethea has a quiet personality and rarely shows any of it. She mostly follows the order of her mother and sister and seldom gets to speak her mind in front of them. Still despite the way that they seem to control her she loves them dearly and believes what they are fighting for must be worth it as they crave it with a passion. Around others she is confident and enjoys to talk to those she does not know, she makes friends effortlessly, therefore she can get valuble information. She has a similar trait as her sister, being innocent. Or rather acting it. Her mind is dangerous and she can see through peoples lies with ease. Her weakness according to her mother and sister is her conscience, she always thinks about how her actions will hurt other even if they are the enemy. But her main weakness is her sharp tongue and rudeness to others that has got her into trouble.

History: She has lived in many coastal towns and villages, and following her sister gained high places in many societies. Her mother taught her numerous skills that she would use later in life to help herself and others. As a young child she was taught to hate the Gondarians, who had taken their land from them. And so with her sister she fights to claim Gondor as the Corsairs- as it rightfully should be. Her mother was a spy in Ecthelion’s court before her sister, and now that Dryea has ‘taken over’, Alethea mainly aids her. She is well liked amoung the court by the nobles and servants alike and has several friends there.

_____________________________________________


Arien´s post

Alethea lay on her four poster bed. It was covered in a beige spread with several soft cushions sprawled over it. Muslin hung down from the post and were eloquently tied back with golden ribbons. Her dress, which was now no doubt getting creased, was a rich gold. The sleeves covered her bronzed arms and stopped , tied with a weaving lace on the inner wrists. Her corset was tied tightly, with a golden ribbon weaved in at the back. Her front was decorated with a simple starburst of Citrine jewels, backed with the same golden colour, in silk. The bottom part was simple and purely flowed to the floor. Her hair hung loosely in attractive and refined ringlets. Upon her feet she wore simple golden slippers.

Her mother was with her sister. There was no change there. She always would help her get ready as she was the ‘eldest’. Alethea doubted this, it was probably favouritism. Everyone seemed to like Dryea more, but this didn’t really bother her that much. She liked the friends she had.

Alethea got up slowly and peered into the mirror. Resting on her tanned face her eyelashes were thick and dark and her eyes had a faint golden shimmer swept over them. And on her lip elusively hung a brush of intense red. She smiled, her small perfect pearl teeth shone. So today she would be meeting Findulas. The one person, she thought, that could ruin all their planning. Her sister and mother didn’t seem to be bothered about the new oncoming presence but she certainly was. What if she told that they were not from Dol Amroth? But then again her and her maids could be used to their advantage. Maybe it was time to put some of their skills into practice once more. Her trail of thought was suddenly lost by knock on the door. A maid entered.
“Miss, your mother and sister are waiting,” she said timidly.

“Thank you,” Alethea smiled. She quickly sprayed her self with a fragrance of lavender, checked that she had her knife- which was kept beneath the skirt and briskly walked out of her room, locking the door behind her and slipping the key into a purse that hung from her side. She met her mother and sister on the landing, who both looked equally stunning.

“Shall we go then?” she smiled and they proceeded to walk down to the hall. Down there was array of beautiful women and handsome men. Alethea sat beside her Minas Tirith friends and watched as Findulas and her maids entered the court. For better or for worse she whispered to herself.

[piosenniel]

AGAIN - HERE ARE THE CHARACTERS NEEDED FOR THE GAME:
_____________________________________________

Main character types are FEMALE ONLY

~*~FINDUILAS GROUP~*~

Ladies – 3 These can be either grown up ladies-in-waiting with their families or young ladies sent to Minas Tirith for education.

Maids – 2

Old Maid - 1 (please PM me if you’re interested about this one!)


~*~EVIL GROUP~*~ (spies and their servants)

Maids and other servants(cook, nanny, the works) – 3

The “Lady from Dol Amroth”s (major spy) mother (Maikafanawen's character, Dryea, is the Lady who needs the mother)


_____________________________________________


~*~Secondary character types are:~*~

Husbands – 2:

1 for Tíriel(Sophia’s character)

1 for Pelien(Alaklondewen’s character)

_____________________________________________

Character types which would not belong: hobbits, elves, ents, dwarves, orcs, shieldmaidens:

Any character not listed above.

_____________________________________________


NOTE:

Characters will be chosen out of quality, not because of they submitted their bios first! And please add first posts that look somewhat like those of the planners! Thanks!

_____________________________________________

[ June 14, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[piosenniel]

FIRST POSTS MUST BE SUBMITTED WITH YOUR CHARACTER DESCRIPTION

All character descriptions not accompanied by a First Post will be returned to their writers.

Players will NOT be chosen because they submitted their character earlier than the other players. The Game Owners will read each post and character bio and then make the choice for players accordingly.

[piosenniel]

It is a requirement that all potential game players will either have posted in one of the RPG Inns (preferably in The Green Dragon) or have played in an RPG on the Barrow Downs.

Please use this form for creating your character to post on the discussion thread.

Those who have not played before in a Barrow Downs' RPG will be given preference. Final preference, though, will be at the discretion of the Game Owner.
__________________________________________________ _________

Character Description Form:

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES/NO - Which one?

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES/NO – Which one?

For your character please include:

NAME:

AGE:

RACE:

GENDER:

WEAPONS (No magical, super-hero, mithril weapons. Just good solid Middle-earth weapons and armor only that is appropriate to the race of the character and the time period.):

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: (No half-Elven characters. No mixed-type characters. No super-heroes. No assassins. No one all powerful, martial arts proficient, or having any magical traits. Just regular characters with normal abilities for their races only):

HISTORY:

_____________________________________________


A FIRST POST FOR YOUR CHARACTER MUST ACCOMPANY THIS FORM.

It is a requirement for this game. Character Descriptions without a First Post attached will be sent back to the writer. They may be submitted again, once there is a First Post to go with them.

[piosenniel]

Now open to take on characters!

Please read the outline and character descriptions carefully.

[Lyra Greenleaf]

I just read the new Rohan rules and it says "No flirting". Should I change Emilia? Having checked again it actually says

no sexual flirtation

Is there a difference?

[piosenniel]

This game will naturally have flirting in it. It is based around male/female and female/female relations. I can see women flirting to attain power and position with men.

Just don't make it of a sexual nature; that is, don't do any lusty, sexual innuendos. Keep it a game of manipulation and vying for power and prestige.

~~ Pio, the mod for this game

[Novnarwen]

Hi!

I really wanted to apply for one of the secondary characters, but then I read Sophia's and Alaklondewen’s post.

The names of the husbands are there and what they do.. (I mean, one of them is head of one of the garrisons in Minas Tirith and the other one, Sador, is a member of the Tower Guard.)

Half of these characters are already created. *I think so anyhow...*

So I am not sure, what I am really supposed to do here. Figuring out a name for a chatacter is what I think is the most important thing...And here, they are already figured out! *sigh*

"The character is the name, and the name is the character.."

*Nova* [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

[piosenniel]

I'm posting this here, as well as sending it in PM to Novnarwen:

Games on the Barrow Downs can be different from those on other sites. And what the Owners require, is what the writers need to work with.

This is a Game which challenges your power to create within a set framework. You have been given the bare-bones of a character, seen through the eyes of another character.

Taking those few facts, can you flesh out one of these men, and make him really interesting, and a worthy foil to his wife?

~~ Piosenniel, Shire Moderator

[Novnarwen]

Thank you Pio... That helped a lot... I'll see what I can do... Because I think this sounded like a cool RPG!

*Nova* [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

[Everdawn]

I have Posted in The Green Dragon Inn.

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES, Holiday in The Sun, and Truth in a Dark Place.


NAME: Vieana (Finduilas’ Ladies.)

AGE: 19

RACE: Man

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: If you call a penetrating stare at her husband when he acts up a weapon…

APPEARANCE: Five feet seven inches tall, with a slender figure. Vieana is what you would call an extremely pretty young lady, but not overly beautiful and has a soft face behind long, straight ash-blonde hair and stone grey eyes, Vieana wears dresses in tones of grey, silver and light blue, occasionally green with various patterns of stitching. Never red, as she thinks it makes her look pale and sick. She is softly spoken, and her skin is neither pale nor dark either.

PERSONALITY: Vieana is the kindest person that you could ever meet, and always sees the good in everyone and everything, which often leaves her a target when it comes to evil schemes. She will never doubt her superiors and is very humble, as well as being very generous. Despite her placid nature, Vieana is seen as the light in the dark in times of trouble. Vieana is always happy and smiling, it takes a lot to faze her. Vieana is very good at solving problems as she is very intelligent.

HISTORY: Vieana grew up in Dol Amroth, daughter of a wealthy merchant. She is the youngest of six sisters, Viendiel, Viearen, Vanawen, Vanroch and Viendala. This however did not spoil her, as she is perhaps the most mature of her sisters. She was very well educated by a tutor her father insisted be brought to their mansion. Her life was very much like that, whatever her father wanted is what her father got, and he always insisted on the best. This however is not exactly what Vieana wanted out of life, as it was much to lavish for her and she couldn’t help think of the peasants who hardly had food enough to eat, which drove her to want to become a doctor, or nurse, something which allowed her to heal the sick and underprivileged. It was through her wealthy father that she had met the royalty of Dol Amroth and considered them good friends of hers. By the time she turned 17, her father had also introduced her to a 25 year old, High Guard of Dol Amroth, Dardanir, whom she fell in love with and married some months later. She now lives with him in his large house overlooking the barracks.

____________________________________________

Everdawn's post

It was nearing dusk and the wind was high in Dol Amroth, Vieana hurried down the road from the palace, clutching her basket close to her. She had previously been there talking with her friends, she had bid Tessa and Finduilas and a few other of her friends goodnight and returned home. Leaving the palace, several guards had bowed to her and she swiftly nodded back. Vieana stood at the front of the gates of her home, which she shared with Dol Amroth high guard and son of a Dol Amroth general, Dardanir. It was a huge mass of sandstone, fenced by the same material with huge cast iron gates facing the exterior. Vieana was concealed under her emerald cloak, which prompted the guard at the front of her house to call out “Halt who goes there”

“Its me!” she called laughing. The guard bowed and let her pass. “So sorry madam” he stammered. “Not at all soldier, it’s nice to know that we are protected by such fine men!” This was typical of her; Vieana was one for giving compliments. Her father always marvelled at where Vieana lived, although her house was not as nearly grotesque in magnificence as her father’s mansion. Her father had been very glad that she married Dardanir, he said “Provides you with security me dear, and a handsome income.”

Vieana opened the door to the house and placed her basket down on a near by table. “Vieana my love, are you home?” a voice called from a side room, it was the voice of her husband Dardanir. He was tall and well built, with black shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes, the perfect picture of a man, except for a scar down his left cheek. But Vieana never minded, she said it “added character”. He walked up to her and took her cloak. And led her to the lounge where she sat in front of the fire. Husband and wife talked for some time before Dardanir asked “You haven’t changed you mind have you? You are still going to start for Minas Tirith tomorrow?”
“I am, the universities there offer the best in medical education.” She said taking her hand in his.

The colour had drained from Dardanir’s face, as it did every time she mentioned the universities. “But, Vieana, what about our plans? I thought we were going to settle here, start a family!” he frowned. “We can still have a family, and besides, its not like I am going away forever, and you yourself spend more time there than you ever do here. And you know that whenever you need to see me you can get leave, your father can see to that.” He embraced her “You always seem to get the better of me, that’s why I love you so much.” They were quiet. Dardanir spoke again “Do you think Finduilas will be happy after you know…”
“…After the sea captain incident?... You know what? I think she will be very happy.” Vieana laughed and left to pack for the next day.


Vieana had arrived in Minas Tirith along with the others the night before Finduilas was to meet her new husband. She had not time to see anything as it was dark. Vieana slept well though she was woken early the next day. “Finduilas’ big day” she sighed to herself as she opened a door to a balcony and looked upon the huge city of Minas Tirith. “I do hope she will be happy.” She spoke aloud to no one. Vieana had a dress made for the occasion. It was grey, silver and white, her favourite colours, though one would argue she wore them too often. Vieana decided to wear her hair down, and placed upon her breast, the blue lily jewel her husband had given her. Taking one final look in the mirror, she headed down the corridor after one of the servants who took her to the other ladies.


Vieana smiled in admiration at Finduilas. She looked the picture of perfection. “I am sorry I am so late” she said waving to the others. “My dear, you do look wonderful, Dethenor will not be able to take his eyes off you.”

[ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Manardariel]

That´s wonderful, Everdawn! [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] Welcome, you´re exepted!

[maikafanawen]

All participants in Corsairs and Corsets:

I’m very excited for Corsairs and Corsets to begin!!

I hope I’m putting this in a way so that I do not seem elevated, but as beautiful and stunning as the other young characters are, it is important that they see Dryea as competition for her own attractiveness. This is necessary, in my opinion, because it is how she got her reputation and popularity in the citadel in the first place, along with her soothing personality. Do you see? If your opinions differ on this, please PM me so I understand.

Also, it’s going to be vastly difficult to ‘protect’ my character and keep her un-suspected for long. I have a feeling that the characters will all want to be the first to discover who she really is making Dryea a very tedious person to play. I think it is necessary to stress the fact that in order for the story to ‘work’, the characters must see Dryea as just a regular noblewoman of the citadel and an exceptionally friendly one at that. The reason Dryea and her mother were not found out all those past years is because they acted very benevolent. Even though they are playing evil characters, they are very generous and kind and no one should expect them. Suspicion only arises when Finduilas and her group don’t recognize them. Even then it’s little suspicion because their supposition is not much to go on. Only through spy work and other difficult tasks is the truth finally rendered. I’d like to stress the fact that Dryea (and her mother of course) are very caring, sympathetic, compassionate and gentle towards everyone!! Of course this will change as Dryea becomes more frantic and she will slip up bossing around maids (who will be very important as they will see Dryea’s bad side) and pass it along to their mistresses. Not at any point do I foresee Dryea ‘losing it’ in front of any noblewoman.

Durelin: Which brings me to your character-Vern. If you could, I don't understand how your character thinks Dryea and 'her whole group' from Dol Amroth are "nasty". The Corsairs have done nothing so far to cause any suspicions. That is what this whole RPG is about and it begins when FInduilas comes and then suspicions are raised, not before...I'm pretty sure that is what we decided. Manardariel, Sophia, Nurumaiel? Am I right on this?

Ooh I’m so excited I can barely stand it! Thank you loads!

Motivated,
Maikafanawen

[Novnarwen]

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs?
Well, I am in my first now, it's called "Hunt for The Dragon". That's why I am applying for a secondary character
(Pelien's husband)

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan?
Haven't posted in any...

Name: Sador (Does he need a last name??)

Age: 53

Gender: Male

Race: Men, originally from Long Lake

Weapons: As a Tower Guard, he is used to carry any weapon. But he perfer and is more skilled with his hand. Sador himself means that respect is the best weapon.

Personality: Sador is a member of the Tower Guard, therfore he has become a highly respected man, but he doesn't really show it. Sador tend to show his humble side instead of pride. He is not easily frightened and would gladly participate on a perilious journey. He loves fishing, riding and write poems. He is also very fond of The Elves. And he has been studying them for a while. He wants dearly to learn more about them and learn wholly the Elven tounge. People can consider him to be a bit naive, but no one really thinks of him that way, because of his care and love for others.

Strenght/weakness: He is good with a sword in his hand. But stronger without a deadly weapon, both in mind and flesh.


Appearance: He is a tall, strong man. Very handsome indeed. His golden hair lies thick on his head. His eyes are very bright, you can see that he's a very happy person, who enjoys life with his family.

History: Sador is originally from Long Lake. In early age he moved to Gondor, then to study in Minas Tirith. His mother, father and two brothers moved after him, not many years later. As the oldest child in the family, there has always been much responsability, but he likes it tough. After many years of study he finished his education and met Pelien, who became his wife. They are happily married and have a beautiful daughter together.

_____________________________________________


Novnarwen's post

He followed his wife Pelien to greet the coming wife of Denethor, Finduilas. She was surrounded by a number of ladies all dressed in beautiful dresses with golden thread and other decorations. Pelian reached out her hand, and greeted her. “Welcome to Minas Tirith. I am Pelien and this is my husband, Sador.” Sador gave a nod and smiled. Finduilas took Pelien's hand and seemed to be quite nervous. "I't a plesure to meet you," she answered and two red roses in her cheek appeared. His wife gave a short reply and walked away proudly.

Sador wasn't able to follow her quick move and was lost in the crowd of ladies, and felt quite embrassed. He tried to sneak out, but then, when he finally did, he had lost sight of his wife. "Pelien," he sighed.

All around there were ladies and men talking merrily. Sador had got the impression that his wife wasn't that pleased. Why? he didn't know. Or well, he knew what she tought of Denethor marrying an outlander. Sador didn't really mind. But then it was his daughter, she wanted to marry the coming Steward. While half running in the big room to find his wife, his eyes fell upon Addruran. Why not Adrama? He was a nice fellow, always in a very good mood, Sador tought. He continued back towards the hall and left the pretty decorated room.

The golden hall, Sador called it. It was so bright beacause of all the windows. And the ray of light flooded in. It was not so crowded here, and the people who were gathered here didn't talk that much. Almost complete silence. Wonderful, Sador tought. all those people in there, I am not sure I am going to last.

He stirred out of one of the huge windows. The sun was still up and its' red-golden colours were beautiful. He stood there for a while just admiring and thinking of what a nice day it would be for fishing. "There you are darling!" It was the voice of his wife, Pelien.

[ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[ June 23, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]

[Durelin]

Vern has no suspicions, I just figured the woman wouldn't be very polite and kind to an old cook. I'm sure she could only manage her mask of politeness and such to escape suspicion toward important people. Plus, Vern knows there are just some Nobles who are quite nasty toward people of lower rank than them, especially servants. Vern isn't much above a servant, or is basically one... Do you get what I mean? I sometimes have trouble putting my thoughts into words... [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

[Manardariel]

Nova- that´s wonderful. I´m glad someone is willing to play a husband! [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

Maika and Durelin-you´re sorting this out, right? So far, I´m with Durelin, I think. If there´s any problems PM me, okay?

elvish Maiden- please check your PMs. Thanks! [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

[Novnarwen]

Does that mean I am accepted??

*Nova hopes so...*


*Nova* [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]

[Manardariel]

Yup! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

[maikafanawen]

Durelin: I wasn't going to have Dryea be mean to anyone including servants because it would be too risky for her plan. Even though she is playing evil, I'm not going to give her the stereotypical attitude that comes with an evil person...YET. It will come out in due time. She will stop taking advice from her mother and start doing things her 'own' way, consequently leading to her downfall. Vern will get her chance to be nasty to her, just not yet please.

EVERYONE PLEASE READ MY FIRST POST ON THE DISCUSSION THREAD (not my first post for the game) AS IT IS VERY IMPORTANT FOR THE GAME'S MODUS OPERANDI. THAG YOU VERY BUCH!!

-Maikafanawen

[ June 18, 2003: Message edited by: maikafanawen ]

[Wren]

Character Description Form:
Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? –no

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES/NO – Which one? yes, Green Dragon
For your character please include:

NAME: Lessawen - Finduilas' group

AGE: 18

RACE: human

GENDER: female
WEAPONS: dagger
APPEARANCE: average height, brown hair green eyes.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: She has strength of character, but is sometimes quick to anger. She often reacts without fully thinking things through. She is quiet for the most part, keeping to herself, but if the need arises she will defend herself.

HISTORY: Lessawen is fairly new to her duites as a ladies maid but she is grateful for the opportunity to be making her own way in the would. She is the oldest of 10 childeren. She has one older sister, 5 younger sisters, one older brother, and three little brothers. They are a close knit family with her oldest sister all ready married and with two children. Her brother is also married with three children. Her family was happy at her new prospects that go along with her new position but they were sad when it came time to bid her farewell. Minis Tirith was so far from their small community just on the ourskirts of Gondor. Lessawen has tried to do her job well and cheerfully but at night she becomes overwelmed by homesickness for her closeknit family and the small communtity where everyone knew everyone else. This city is quite overwhelming and she still has discovered her way around yet. She can find her way to the the market, and a few other places but she hasn't ventered out all that many times.

As an upstairs maid, it is her duty to make beds, brush hair and help the women of the household with their clothing. She can run a few errands for them, and will be doing more as she learns her way around a bit better. Her favorite thing is put the ladies hair up into fancy hair styles. She has learned so much all ready. She also spends some of her time helping the cook, when she is not needed upstairs. She loves the smells of the busy kitchen, especially in the morning when the loaves of fresh bread are being pulled from the ovens. She has taken her turn in the nursery as well. Taking care of the little ones reminds her of home, and eases the pangs of homesickness slightly. The children are so happy and innocent is a pleasure to see to their needs. And they often look for her when she is off duty for a game or a story.
_____________________________________________

Wren's post

Lessawen hopped out of bed eager to begin her day, for tomarrow would be her day off and these days always seemed to fly by. She dressed hurriedly in a simple grey dress with a white pinafore over the top. It had large pockets for holding her tools of the trade like cleaning cloths, combs, brushes, even toys for when she was helping in the nursery.

Today she skipped down to the kitchen to grap a quick bite to eat and help the cook prepare breakfast. She chatted chearfully with the kindly woman about her plans for the morrow. "I have learned of a park with a pond where swans and ducks can enjoy the water. I'm going to take my lunch for a picnic." She watched as the cook carefully took her bread from the oven, and set it on the wide countertop. Then Lessawen found a knife and began to slice the bread for the cook. Grinning at the older women and enjoying the smells of the fresh bread, she slathered the newly cut pieces with sweet butter. She helped the cook load up serving trays with many different kinds of fruit, not dishes, cold dishes, milk, cream, juice and wine.

Then she ran back upstairs to see if she was needed. The lady of the household was awake and needing some help with her buttons. She smiled when she saw Lessawen, because the new girl had proven herself to be gentle and careful in her attentions. Once she had the lady all buttoned up she began to brush her hair, being very careful not to pull too hard on the tangles, then she divided the woman's hair into two sections, braided each section and styled them in coils around her head.

When all of the ladies had dressed and there hair was fixed and combed to their satisfaction, Lessawen could begin her cleaning of the rooms. She carefully made the big beds. Plumping the pillows, and putting away the nightclothes. She carefully dusted the beautiful furniture with a clean white cloth, when it shining and gleaming. Then she cleaned the fireplace's ashes of the previous night. Scooping them into her bucket was a messy buisiness, and she often needed to clean herself when she was done.

Now it was time to turn her attentions to the floors. She swept up the dust which inevitably gets tracked in, and then it was time to mop. Getting down to her hands and she knees she wiped the entire floor's surface with a moistend cloth. She worked her way towards the door. With this room finished she made her way to the next. Thinking to herself, "Only nine more to go!"

_____________________________________________


Sophia,
I would like her to be a good maid, please. I was thinking she would serve the house of Finduilas.

[ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Hello Wren! I don't believe I've met you before.

A few questions about your character. What group does she belong to? I believe both the "Evil" group and the Dol Amroth group have openings for maids like Lassewen. In the same vein, which character does she serve?

Sophia

[Annalaliath]

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Which one? In the footseps of the grey company

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES Which one? Green dragon
1. For your character please include:

NAME: Gwen

AGE:19

RACE: man

GENDER: female

WEAPONS: What would you consider a sense of humor and smiles are her weapons of choice from the world at large. If it were to come to it she could just throw the currant book or sewing project at an attacker but that is unlikely as few even dare to approach her. Although she does keep a small dagger tucked in her belt at al times anyway, but it is used mainly for stabbing her food.

APPEARANCE: Normal, grey eyes, dark blond to almost brown hair. She tends to have the stance of someone pondering the world, which is closer to the truth. In all reality she is wondering when someone will come up and talk to her. She wears her hair out long as if it were a nuns habit(for terms used today) and she likes it that way.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: She is generally alone. People tend to ignore her; even in groups, when she has something to be said she says it along with many other things, but no one really pays any attention. Those who are her friends and charges find that the best of friend that can be found in an odd ball. She has a dark and sometimes sadistic sense of humor that she keeps at bay when in court or in most company. She only says what she truly thinks when she is around true friends or when someone is bothering her. She would rather be in a book than in real life and real life tends to agree with her on that. She does tend, however to like her work and she does it well. Her sad feelings are hidden behind smiles. She has had a detailed study of the ground, considering that is what she sees when she walks. And when she gets angry, really angry , she can hold it in till she is out of range of the perpetrators and then she will let the tears, words, and fists fly (many have remarked on this, some are even quite impressed).

HISTORY: Most of the time she has been alone and so when her parents could get her to go serve in the court as a lady in waiting( she can go either way just PM me and I will edit this) they were happy to be rid of her(after all how embarrassing is it for a well-to-do family to have a freak in the home). She has run off most sutures her parents found, they usually say that they would take no amount of money in the whole of Middle- Earth. And her brothers are quite mean to her. She does not miss her family all that much, but she loves to work where she does.

_____________________________________________

Annalaliath's post

Gwen stood behind the other ladies in waiting as they crowded about the court as their fine mistress enter the hall she stood watching as Denther's new bride-to -be walzed in to meet her future husband. This was all strange to her, the stone, the greyness, and weightiness. She wanted to be anywhere but here. She had brought a book with her that she kept hidden in a pocket of her white apron, it bummed against her leg lazily as she watched in the huddle that consisted of the ladies in waiting. As was usual she was being ignored, and she was thinking on what the world would be like if it were all under water. What would it be like if it all were taken by the ocean, she wondered. Then she thought, “ Then we would not be here and I would not be wearing this dress.

She looked down at herself and wondered at how she stuck out. A dark blue skirt, her own white blouse and her apron. The apron had the packets, she loved her pockets. She could keep her things in them, her books, her scraps of paper, and a bit of food saved from a meal. She likes to keep her dagger with her, a happy gift from her parents, tucked in her belt. She had no other use for it other than to eat with and that is what she did. All of this is what she thought as she watched the lady enter the court. She thought it amazing that she was thinking all this because of water.

One of the other ladies there bumped into her, she looked at the woman, who was looking at her. She must have looked peevish because at that moment she just laughed and turned away, “Ahhh, don’t worry, it was only Gwen.”

“Only Gwen,” Gwen mumbled, “Only Gwen! I do have feelings you know.” Then out of the pure shock of it she turned to the woman who had been so rude and simply said, “ I like to dissect things, especially rude people.” The woman looked quite perplexed as Gwen went back to watching her mistress and pondering her thoughts.

[ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]

[Everdawn]

This is me echoing my messages of thanks! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

_____________________________________________

PLEASE TAKE ALL MESSAGES LIKE THIS TO PM (PRIVATE MESSAGES) OR TO EMAIL

~~ Piosenniel, Shire Moderator

Please note the following directive on not being exceedingly chatty on discussion threads

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[piosenniel]

Fellow Shire Gamers:

Please read before posting further on the Discussion Thread

Our gaming comes with a cost; it is time to reflect on this fact and make some changes to how we run our games.

We RPG’ers use the most Barrow Downs resources. We use a game thread, a discussion thread, PMs to plan games, and are constant visitors to the site, often returning more than two or three times a day to keep up with developments in the game in order to prepare our own posts.

Why is this a drain on BD resources? Please take some time to read carefully and reflect seriously upon the Barrow Wight's recent posts in the "Announcements >> The Barrow Downs" forum concerning storage space and bandwidth, chat and discussion, and the costs of running the site, and then change your posting habits.

What this means is that our Games, because we need to be so active in them, and because the Shire has so many going at once, cost the site much more money than other topics and forums on the Barrow Downs. In order for us to continue to have a good number of quality games for Shirelings to play in we need to make some changes:

What you, as participants in this game can do, personally:

What are the most beneficial changes in our posting habits? For one, we need to stop using the discussion threads for off-game-topic chatting, for personal comment. We need to restrict our posts to discussion of the games only, that is, to issues of plotting, character interaction, clarification, and notification of absences.

For most occasions, we don't need to make multiple posts about why we are absent or how we are doing and we don't need to make a string of 'see ya' posts in reply.

For personal comments, we can use the chat room or PM’s. (It’s ok to say a short ‘Nice post!’ or ‘Great post!’ if it is included with a post that has some other on-topic game information/requests on it.)

Please take the time to do several things:

Keep on topic for the Game.

Delete posts or run of the mill comments in the discussion thread that have no bearing on the game.

Refrain from such posts and comments in future discussions of the games.

Limit your daily visits to the thread.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+ *+*

READ THIS SECTION CAREFULLY. ALL GAMERS WILL BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR UNDERSTANDING THESE CHANGES.

What we, as Shire Moderators, will be doing to insure these changes are being made:

We will be following the discussion threads more closely now. When we see an off topic post – we will give the poster a warning by PM and place a post on the Discussion Thread with the poster’s name on it and a request to remove that post.

Once the warning is given, all future off-topic posts by that poster will be deleted, and that poster runs the risk of being asked to leave the game by the Moderator if such behavior continues.

The Moderator also has the option to close the Game and Discussion thread if gamers cannot stay on topic in the Discussion Thread. It will then be up to the Owner and the players to sort out problems, by PM or email, and make an agreement to keep on topic. Owners may then contact the Moderator to reopen the Game.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+ *+*

If we all help out, we can ensure that our games remain treasures in the Barrow Downs.

Thanks for being responsible gamers and conscientious members of the Downs!

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Manardariel]

Annalalith- That´s wondeful- and funny! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] Welcome, you´re exepted!

Wren- Ditto! I´m glad you volentereed for a maid... and she seemes a good one, too.

[Lyra Greenleaf]

Having read over my post I thought I should probably include the part where everyone is greeting Finduilas, so I’ve edited and put a couple of paragraphs at the end, as well as changing the layout a bit. Should I PM it to you Pio, or put it up here?

And of course she'd notify the Lady Emilia about this, that was her job. It would do her quite a lot of good if –

Durelin- is this me? If not could you change the name, it might be confusing! If it is me, then what were you thinking the relationship between us would be? (Oh there’s a Master Domon, hey? Nice touch! [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] )

Manardariel I clicked on the link in your sig- congratulations on getting a PT! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] (Although it's not on yet.) I knew it wouldn't be long!

Nurumaiel If you haven't already, check your PMs. Sorry if you have, I just want to make sure!

[Durelin]

Maika- I gotchya! Here's a revised first post:
______________________________

"You're lucky my wooden spoon isn't my favorite pitch fork!" Vernathitia, Head Cook of the Kitchens of Minas Tirith, shouted at the men and women rushing back and forth around her. The kitchens of Minas Tirith were a busy place, especially with guests. Ladies of Dol Amroth, and the Lady Finduilas herself, the woman who was to wed the Steward's son! And the wedding itself was not far away.

"Those red-currant tarts better be in the ovens!" Vernathitia, called Vern by anyone she considered a friend or of higher status, strode over to peer over the shoulder of a young girl with blonde curls at a large pot.

"What are you doing girl!" she screeched in utter astonished anger. "The potatoes should have gone in five minutes ago!"

The girl stared up at the imposing woman with large eyes filled with horror, her knees wobbling. Cowering beneath the gaze she lowered her eyes only to stand there.

"Well what are you waiting for, girl? For the taters to grow legs and leap into the soup?"
As the honey-haired girl jumped to grab the potatoes Vern suddenly gasped. The girl jumped. "The salmon!" she cried. Seeing the girl, Vern turned to her with a reassuring look. "No, not you." The girl relaxed and Vern raced off to the back of the kitchens.

Right next to the strangely curved wall at the back, six large grey fish lay on a polished stone surface. Vern quickly grabbed the fileting knife and attacked one of the fish, pulling out herbs and spices. Then the door behind her opened and two young men came up the stairs from the cellar, carrying large wheels of various cheeses. The two were speaking intently to one another.

"…and you know what the Lady Dryea says," said the taller of the two. He had short dark hair and eyes. "What?" asked the other boy. He was a head shorter and had lighter and longer hair. "She says she's not sure about these ladies who came with the Lady Finduilas, from Dol Amroth," the dark haired one continued, "And she thinks they aren't really from there."

That was all Vern needed. She had never really known the Lady Dryea or any of her retinue, they seemed quite normal to Vern. The Lady Dryea seemed nice enough, and her family had been in Minas Tirith for quite a while. Now these ladies…she'd just have to keep an eye on them. And of course she'd notify the Lady Emilia about this, that was her job. It would do her quite a lot of good if --

"Ow!" she cried. She had cut herself neatly down her finger instead of the fish. "I have to pay attention to my work, then I can worry about giving my information to m'Lady," she mumbled to herself.

"What was that you said, Mistress Vernathitia?" asked the light haired boy carrying the cheese. She had completely forgotten about the two. "Oh do shut up!" she yelled. "And give that bloody cheese to Master Domon!"
____________________________

Lyra - I knew I should have asked you about this! Really, I didn't think of a real relationship. Vern is a simple woman and doesn't know any of the Ladies well. I just made her one of the contacts of the Ladies for gossip and such. (think of the Aes Sedai, except not on such a high level) Really, I just put your Lady Emilia down since she seemed like a worthy candidate to have a contact, or perhaps the Ladies share them and Vern just thought of you to go tell for some reason. Sorry! I should have asked you! Oh, yes, and 'Master Domon' just seemed to fit. When you need a name... [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

How does having a contact work for the Ladies of Minas Tirith? and Lyra, do you want me to edit you out? I can change my post in any way. I'm totally flexible. The only thing is that you'll have to wait. I will be gone Friday and the weeked, so there's three days where I won't be getting online. Sorry, but it's family!

Did I get everything? I hope so...

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]