The gathering place

[Legoles]

Wow, it's been too long since I've been here... that's beside the point. Anyway... This new RPG is about a giant gathering place for all the races of Middle Earth to commune peacefully. However, someone is threatening this peacefull place. So on we go. No super characters please, and unless you contact me, please do not carry more than 4 or 5 weapons... it just gets rediculous after that. We need evil and good characters please ^_^

My character:

Name Mira Rose
Race Half-elf
Class Jack of all trades
Weapons An ornamented halbered, with a removable blade, an ash bow with arrows fletched with silver eagle feathers, and a practice pole made of hard oak.
AllignmentChaotic Good
Eyes Her eyes are green with gold and brow flecks. She has long fringe-like eyelashes.
Hair Her hair is strawberry blond, and has grown to about the bottom of her ribcage. It has a silky texture, but it can get very curly.
Height She is about 5'11
Appearence Mira is thin, but not skinny. She has finely shaped cheekbones, and her eyes are almond shaped. She is long limbed, and has clear, pale skin.

I'll start this RPG in my next post. [or after I get a few new members]

[Gulio, Strength of Many]

LEGGY!!!! *tackleglomp* You're back! Huzzah!! :D Anywho, I'd love to join the RP.

Name: Rorin
Race: Dwarf (of course ;))
Class: Blacksmith/warrior
Alignment: Neutral

Personality: Rorin is a Dwarf, and inherited the fiery temper and stubbornness of his race. When not particularly angry, he tends to keep to himself, only offering advice if someone asks, and very little at that.

Description: When drawn to his fullest height, Rorin stands a few inches above five feet. However, years spent at the forge has given him strength to match that of those much taller than he. His beard is long and thick, and so black it is almost blue. His deep-set eyes are intelligent and fiery, the only crack in his stoic face.

Weapons: Rorin favors a great warhammer, with a broad surface on one side and a thinner, curved blade on the other. However, he hasn't had much of a chance to use it as of late because of the peace. That could change very quickly, however.

[ItalianLegolas]

I shall join!!

Name Drizzt
Race Dark-Elf
Class Sniper/Brawler
Weapons Extremely proficient with his hands, Drizzt prefers to take out his enemies up-close-and-personal. However, he carries an Elven long-bow just incase the situation warrants it. He wears a light leather armor set, consisting of glaives, breastplate and shoulderpads.
Alignment Unknown (he can be bought) :D
Appearance Tall, lanky, dark hair and blue eyes

[Haradrim]

Im in.

Name: Renal Bloodscalp
Race: Human
Class: Assasin
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Weapons: Longsword made from black steel. Three throwing daggers. One up each sleeve and one in boot.
Description: Friendly and outgoing. Cheerful chap until you see his sword at your throat. Dark humour. Witty. Dashingly charming. But kills for fun. However at the moment this new peace has lead him to lead a nice uneventful life as an owner of a tavern.

[PippinTook]

OH YES OH YES!!!! SHE IS BACK AND SHE'S GOT NEW TRICKS! (muahaha, go watch Magical Trevor 2 weebls-stuff.com/toons)

I shall most definately join! It will be like the old days! This thing is destined to be good. Another Enchanted Rivers or 'The Peophecy' (because you spelled it wrong, remember? *cackles*)

I'ma gonna be an elf...wow.

NAME Lucius
RACE elf
CLASS wealthy
AGE 83
WEAPONS Doesn't really like to fight alot, but he's really good with knives, though he's only really practiced it in play, not war. He does have a long, curved, thin, blade that he inherited, but he doesn't really use it.
ALLIGNMENT Good
EYES sea gray
HAIR short and black, and tends to fall into his eyes
HEIGHT we'll say...6'2
APPEARANCE Lucius is well-built, but seems slimmer than what he is. He's pale, and his eyes are very sharp and bright. He perceives a lot, and would rather use his brain than his hands.
PERSONALITY Lucius loves to read and write, and spends most of his days sitting under some tree with his poems and whatnot. He enjoys life, and though not pressed at the moment, would defend it passionately. He's still very very young for an elf, and hasn't seen as much of the world as others, but he's willing to learn.

Boohaha! I am excited :) can we get more info about the Gathering Place and who's trying to stop it and whatnot? YAY.

[Gulio, Strength of Many]

ooc: Enchanted Rivers was one of my all-time favorites. Such a lovely and original plot, and a buncha good characters. *melancholic (is that a word?) sigh*

Magical Trevor, eh? o0 *chuckles, then dies laughing* Mmm, Ragu! So silly. ^^

Heeey, you character is named Mira! Have you played KotOR II? Or is this just coincidence? *stabs Kreia before she can say anything*

[PippinTook]

MUAHAHAHA. ISLE 2 WHERE WE SAW THE RAGU! I screeched when I saw an isle full of ragu the other day, but it was isle 12... One day I shall find an isle 2 with ragu and a guy at the grocery store named Trevor. I'd be like, 'OMG. YOU'RE MAGICAL TREVOR!' You should watch the original one too, it's about cows and beans :)

Me and my friend (Valya on here, she just signed up) named her cat Pigeon :)

Anywho, yeah, I loved Enchanted Rivers too, that was a great one. We need Kalile back, where is she anywho, Leggy? I'm excited about this one. A good old fashioned Legoles production.

[Gulio, Strength of Many]

ooc: I MISS KALILE!! *tear*

Heh heh heh, Trevor. The cat's name is pidgeon? Are you gonna saw it in half with a stick? :D

[Earniel]

Please stay on topic.

[Katt_knome_hobbit]

I want to join please

Name: Tamarran
Race: Reluctant Elf
Alignment: Pathetic Evil

Description: Short at 5'2", Tamarran would rather have not been born. A coward moper, she has frequent bursts of insanity followed by prolonged periods of being locked up. Complexion: Generally Brown.

Weapons: Can talk her way out of most things, but otherwise beats people with a stick. Is as volitile as a dead, rotting herring and has that kind of humour: dead and rotting.

A sidekick type figure, good for a laugh and diplomatic work, if she doesn't get near any of her many allergies.

[Legoles]

Yes! Yes! Everyone may join!!! Sorry I've been gone for so long. High school... freshman year.

And yeah, I remember the oldies. We need a few more people to start [and don't remind me about my atrocious spelling... that was partially Kalile's fault. But I see her every day now so Mwah!]

Anyway back on topic, Yes, y'all may join ^_^

[Gulio, Strength of Many]

Katt, your character RAWKS. ^^ Anywho, why doesn't Kalile come here anymore? Doesn't she like us? *sad face*

ON TOPIC: *waits for more people to join so we can start*

[Akamai Deredal]

>> << I've been told I should join, and I would very much like to... But it may take me a while to create an evil character... Not really my usual alignment, but I'm optin' for something new. :D

Soo... yea... I'll get back to ya on my charry, iffin's I'm allowed to join. ^^; (May take a while. x.x I start WASL testing next week, soo... I'ma go die now. -_-)

[Thraxon]

mind if i join?
Name: Thraxon
Race: Fallen immortal in tolkens world a dark elf
Alignment: evil
Class: assain
Description: eight heads tall. always wears a black cloke with a silver star on chest that is faded never takes off hood. a brooding fallen immortal Thraxon wanders the face of the earth seachering for the four keys that can unlock the doors of Awn.
Wepons: one sword on back about five hands long. numers other smaller wepons and poisons that come with his "trade".
A dark loner he traviles with groupes when it meets his pourpse. he is immortal tho but not invincible

[ItalianLegolas]

Lets Get This Show On The Road!!

[Adonai Dragonwagon]

OOC: Hi! You all know me, but I'm keeping my identity a secret... if it's not already obvious who I am. Is this a structured story? *puppy eyes* I looove structured stories!

Name: Yanil
Race: Human
Alignment: Neutral Good
Class: Warrior
Weapon: Spear
Age: 37
Appearance: Yanil is of middling height, thin, with faint lines beginning around his eyes and mouth. He is vain of his hair, which is blonde, and his equally pale moustache. His eyes are blue, his skin pale, and he wears simple leather.

[Gulio, Strength of Many]

ooc: *dares to hope* Kalile? Is that you? *crosses fingers* Anywho, I'm with ItalianLegolas.

[Adonai Dragonwagon]

OOC: Heh heh. I'm not telling. But I'm from a loooong loooong time ago. Most of you are newbs compared to me.

When is this going to start? There are plenty of memebers, but we seem to be a little short on plot.

[Thraxon]

ok here goes $#!^ :p it is a dark night out side of a inn known as the #$%%^*es house. (is any one under thirteen on this rpg?) a man crashes through a second story window and landes on the ground with a snap. a black clothed figure leaps out of the window and landes next to the man. he pules a peace of parchment from his cloke and looks at it in the light of the moon. he grabes the man's arm and pules his sleve up. he findes what he is looking for. A small tatoo of a dragon. he pules out a small cross bow refited to fire mettle discs and fires. the mans stops moving and the hooded figure slinks off into the night.

[ItalianLegolas]

all of a sudden...

[Adonai Dragonwagon]

... ... ...I'm thinking that maybe we should scrap this altogether.

[Legoles]

My RPG is dying. Oh and Thraxon, please do not use profanity, and also, that beginning you made up won't allow other characters to join in easily, so:

IC:

Mira walked up to the meeting hall, straining her eyes to see the tiny sign. "'Where the two roads meet.' Intresting name for an Elven hall... generally you expect something... different. Well... the meeting is in here I spose, so... shall I go in?" She mumbled, and opened the heavy gilt door. She walked into a small grotto-esque place with a little sea cave that had an open entrance.

[Thraxon]

sorry. leg-less :D (i have alway want to do that) how am is sposto join in on yoou story beginging (can't spell.) Thraxon waks down a dirt road passing farms on each side. he soons comes to Renal Bloodscalp's inn he fines a room and rests for the day.

[ItalianLegolas]

when he is accosted by Drizzt!!
Drizzt: "oh... I'm sorry, wrong person to mug. Well get on with it!! Kill me now"

[Legoles]

"When will the others get here... even though I'm a half elf, that doesn't mean my patience lasts forever... geez!" She mumbled, and sat down on a finley sculpted bench.

[klatukatt]

OOC: I'm finally back. Just a reminder:
Name: Tamarran
Race: Reluctant Elf
Alignment: Pathetic Evil
Description: Short at 5'2", Tamarran would rather have not been born. A coward moper, she has frequent bursts of insanity followed by prolonged periods of being locked up. Complexion: Generally Brown.
Weapons: Can talk her way out of most things, but otherwise beats people with a stick. Is as volitile as a dead, rotting herring and has that kind of humour: dead and rotting.
A sidekick type figure, good for a laugh and diplomatic work, if she doesn't get near any of her many allergies.

and now...

IC:
Another elf stummbles in, soaked to the skin despite the shining sun. She get's a couple of side glances and feels she must explain herself. "I fell in a lake." Tamarran found a corner to shiver in.

[Legoles]

"Oh you poor dear." Came one of the mother elves. "Here have this cloak."