So, here it is. A guild for Dalemen and -women who are proficient in the arts of archery or who want to learn these skills. <BR>Come here and help shape this place of, well, merrymaking and archery training. <BR><BR>Check out our <a href='http://www.geocities.com/bventon/bowmen.html' target=_blank>Website</a>! Thanks to Lysandros, our Master Archer.<BR><BR>For all those who want to join us in our <a href='http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=58241' target=_blank>Role Play</a> - come to the Prancing Pony and by all means do so after having checked in either here or in the <a href='http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=58242' target=_blank>OOC Thread</a> provided.<BR><BR><i><u>Members </i></u>(in order of appearance) are:<BR><BR><b>Canamarth</b> - Mistress Archer<BR>Mistress Canamarth, fair Lady of Dale,<BR>Beware her blades that strike without fail<BR>race: Man<BR>gender: female<BR>weapons: bow, shortsword, various hidden throwing devices <BR>about myself: I'm originally from Dorwinion, grew up in Mirkwood, then moved to Esgaroth and travelled a lot<BR>personality: calm, trying to stay in the background of things<BR>appearance: rather small, long black hair, blue eyes, two intricately drawn tattoos on my cheeks as well as lines on the back of my hands, black leather suit (if not stated otherwise) <BR>knight protector: Maeglin<BR><a href='http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/canamarth/vwp?.dir=/My+Photos&.dnm=canamarth.jpg&.src=ph&.view=t&.hires=t' target=_blank>Canamarth's Picture</a><BR><BR><b>Lysandros</b> - Master Archer<BR>From the Iron Hills to the crossings at Poros<BR>There is no greater marksman than Master Lysandros<BR>RACE: Human<BR>GENDER: Male<BR>ORIGIN: Family has lived in Dale since the beginning, before the Houses of the Edain had departed for Beleriand. Only descendant of family, parents dead, sibling killed in War of the Ring.<BR>APPEARANCE: Tall, blonde haired, blue eyed, short beard. Wears a small mithril coat beneath his tunic, otherwise garbed as a hunter would, except for a marvellous mithril blade found long ago hidden in a cave in Morthond, Gondor. ALso have a short bow such as the Wood Elves of the Greenwood use. A shield adorned with the emblem of Dale.<BR>ABOUT: Hates nothing but orcs. Did not fight in Dale during WR, but in Gondor since I was there on a journey anyway. Generally of happy disposition. As a hunter, I am accounted a rival of Elves in skill. I ride a grey horse, named Bukephalos.<BR><BR>crispycreme <BR><BR>Maeglin - Dragon Slayer<BR>Our first ever marksman Maeglin,<BR>Known as ranger, Fork, and twin<BR>race: Half-Elf<BR>gender: male<BR>About: A ranger, don't like to bound himself, only the guild and his lady made him stay at the merry bowmen of Dale<BR>Personality: More elf than human, fierce in battle, kept his thoughts to himself, trying to be reasonable.<BR>Appearance:Normal sized, strong shoulders and arms, lightly build, muscular belly and legs. long blond hair and blue eyes. <BR>Wears most of the time black leather armor and black boots<BR>Weapons: Throwing knifes, Long Sword (who has a name but that is another story) and a Composite longbow, his favorite weapon.<BR>lady of his heart: Canamarth<BR><BR>Volcanus <BR><BR>Themedes - Member of the Order of Girion<BR>Themedes, wielder of the great spoon,<BR>Courageous, loyal, not thwarted soon<BR>Race: Peredhil, ½elf.<BR>Gender: Male as male can be.<BR>About: Wanders around doing different tasks for people in high places, might be called a "hired sword" by some people, but never to his face.<BR>Personality: Unforgiving. Ruthless in battle. Relentless in his quest for personal insight. Has many secrets that relate to his elven heritage and his bloodline that seems to possess mystical powers. Does not like the quendi (elves), infact he hates them. His hate is somewhat justified however, but enough of that here. <BR>Appearance: A tall muscular man, with pitchblack hair and grey eyes. He wears a black platemail armor that is adorned with spikes on the knees, shoulders and elbows. With his armor, he wears a thick grey cloak. Multiple battlescars decorate his body all over. His latest scar, caused by an undead monster from the Bowmens last adventure, is a sickly gray long streak that runs across his right shoulder and all the way down to his back. He seems to be extraordinarily hard to kill and has been resurrected more than once on a battlefield.<BR>Weapons and such: Spinecutter, his companion, the sword he has forged himself. The weapon has many powers, but the most dangerous one is it´s ability to leave wounds that can never heal naturally. It is said that this infernal power comes from a demon that has been trapped inside the sword, but nobody else but the dark knight knows this for sure. He also has an axe, also forged by his own hands, that is aptly named ShieldBraker. Sometimes he uses his bow TrueStrike as well, but that is a rare occasion, since his usual tactic is to rush into battle as soon as possible.<BR>His horse: Raider is a black stallion, that has been the knights steed for many years now. The horse is cavalry trained and can act well in battle and understands even more difficult commands. Raider is usually protected by an armor of horses platemail, made from a special meteorite steel. The horse seems to carry the armor with great ease.<BR><BR>Gorin - Toymaker<BR>Axe he wields and bow he's skilled in,<BR>You'd best not cross the dwarf named Gorin<BR>Race: Dwarf<BR>Gender: Male<BR>Origins: Born of Dale, but left at an early age to travel the lands, to see the ancient places of his people, but has returned to the land of his father.<BR>Appearence: Short and very stocky, with a long black plaited beard and black hair, wears mithril mail (and old family aireloom) under a wragged shirt, and brown trousers, tucked in to a pair of ehavy black boots.<BR>Personality: Easy going, always laughing and joking, but serious in battle, and drinking.<BR>Weapons: His broad headed battle axe, Gurt, is always at his side looking for the next greenskin neck to cleave! His own specialy crafted bow is also just as deadly. <BR><BR>Lokia - Noble Sniper<BR>race: Elf<BR>gender: female<BR>weapon: bow and arrows<BR>about myself: i'm a elf from Rivendell, but i travel across the land in search of an adventure on my horse Arnain.<BR>personality: sprited,outgoing,and adventurous<BR>appearance: long brown hair,green eyes, wearing a green archer outfit (like the one Legolas wears in the movie only green).<BR>horse: My horse Arnian is a grayish color stallion. He was given to me by my father.Arnian's brother(Artamis)is riden by my brother. <BR><BR><b>Smaug's Bane</b> - Noble Sniper<BR>Name: Dirk, the Daring, travelling under SmaugsBane <BR>Race: Numenorean (50%Black Numenorean) His mother can be traced back to Elros and Father to Ar-Pharazon.<BR>Age: Nineteen<BR>Height: Above average man-height (6'6". SB has had a growth-spurt.<BR>Weight: 200 lbs <BR>Apperance: Tall, SB was once a stout, muscular man. But now, after his trials with the evil side of his heritage, he has grown somewhat thinner, though he is strong than ever, both physically and mentally. He has a tattoo across his back of a black winged dragon - Ancalagon - it spans from shoulderblade to shoulderblade and extends up the back of his neck. There is a large burn/laceration scar on the left side of his neck, sustained in a fight with Murannon the Balrog (see the Lucky Fortune Inn, 22March2002) There is also a knife scar from ear to ear across SB's throat, courtesy of Anya_Skywalker. (See AMMM Fed, 4 Apr 02) Due to this SB can only speak in a whisper. Missing left index finger. <BR>Hair Color:Black as Jet (Mustache is gone, it was a Dale thing.)Pulled into a single, long, tight braid.<BR>Eye Color:grey, the windows of his soul, they always burn with a fire, the flame's colour and intesnsity depend on mood<BR>Marital Status:Currenlty the escort and protector of Leoba of Ithilien. They are not yet married or betrothed, but already SB cannot imagine life without her.<BR>Occupation:"between jobs" former Handyman, Waiter, everything at my father's Inn. Failed dark lord of Angmar. Currently an adventurer, seeking redemption for some past indiscretions. <BR>Outfit: Generic travelling clothes of mixed origin - black leather breeches from Gondor, high black leather riding boots from Rohan (very nices ones, at that). And a dark-grey cloak of unknown origin that provides very good camoflage when needed. He wears a well-tailored black linen shirt over a mithril mail coat, a gift of Glorfindel.<BR>Weapons: His sword, named Neleg Amlug in Sindarin, which means Dragon Tooth in the Common Speech of men, a razor-sharp, well-crafted blade worn at his side in a sheath of black leather, bound with fine silver. The sheath was a gift from Thranduil, king of Greenwood. It is very powerful, old and enchanted. (See below for its full story.) His bow, made in the style of Mirkwood and of wood from that forest was built for him by ereine, of the Craftmaster’s Guild. It too, is magical,it does seem to have a mind of its own. He carries a quiver of matching Mirkwood arrows, which he always seems able to recover.<BR>Means of Travel: Midnight, whose sire was a gift to King Bard II of Dale from Eomer of Rohan. Midnight is an elegant, proud and yet sturdy stallion. He was a dear-bought gift from SB's foster father, Drake of Esgaroth.<BR>Skills Include: Stealth, of a magnitude not thought possible for such a large human. Approaching Elven or Hobbit stealth. He prefers to use this in battle, preferring not to fight toe-to-toe if it can be avoided. He is able to fire an arrow farther than anyone now living in Middle Earth. However, because of the nature of his bow, (which seems to have a mind of its own, as well as the arrows, which seem to work in concert, sometimes against SB), he is not always deadly accurate. However, he always seems to hit the mark when it is really necessary. <BR>For more detail: <BR><a href='http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=40&catid=25&threadid=40219' target=_blank>http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=40&catid=25&threadid=40219</a><BR><BR><b>Bardhwyn of Dale</b> - Noble Sniper<BR>In flight from grief to the Dorwinion vales<BR>To meet her fate, rode Bardhwyn of Dale<BR>Race: Man<BR>Gender: Female<BR>Weapon: Recurve Bow, archer's long knife, broadsword, throwing knives.<BR>Appearance: Average height. Blonde hair, warn short. Grey-Blue eyes, athetic in build. Large scar down left side of her face. Brand of an exiled traitor on her right inner forearm. Her hands are calloused and rough from her martial practices. She wears only one piece of jewelery, a gold ring set with a jet black stone. Attire: Cloak of earthy brown, breeches, coat of mail under a green tunic. <BR>Personality: Friendly, though reserved about herself. She has a keen sense of The Good and struggles ever to ally herself with it, for she is often resident in the grey areas of life where good and bad are hard to discern. She can be impulsive, particularly if her interest is piqued, therefore flashes of temper may arise, or intense displays of joy and pleasure. When she's focused she can be very kind and compassionate. She inherited Truthsense from her mother, who, she thinks was of distant Numenorean descent though can't be sure. The Truthsense allows her to sense when the truth is being told, or not. On occassion she can compell another to even speak the truth, but only when she is of a clear and compassionate mind and usually will collapse unconscious for many hours afterwards. Needless to say, she will rarely employ this. Her scar has a spell working upon it, and it provides her with advance warning when danger is near. She enjoys a pipe, single malt whisky and singing, slaying Orc and Brigand. She will always come to the aid of children or creature unduly treated. She has no knight errant and her heart is her own to give or keep as she chooses.<BR>Transportation: First horse - Chestnut gelding name Thain. Second horse - Black Stallion with white flashes - Courage<BR>Brief Bio: Daughter of Bardhol of Dale, who was High Consul and best friend to King Brand of Dale. She and her three brothers, two elder and one younger, were raised by her widowed father. Her mother died when she was six years old. She was raised like a boy, therefore and learned all the things a boy would learn, swimming, tree climbing, the art of the sword and bow, hunting and fishing, wrestling - though she was always bested. The Crown Prince of Dale, Bard, was like a fourth brother to young Bardhwyn and the children of Bardhol and Brand were inseperable. As time passed, Bardhwyn grew into a fair young woman and her father and the King saw that the friendship between Bardhwyn and Bard took on more tender affections. It was fully expected that Bardhwyn would be Bard's fiance and future Queen. In preparation Bardhol sent Bardhwyn away to the court of Thranduil to learn the fair arts of a maiden (and a future Queen) under the expert tutelage of one of Thranduil's sisters. While the Crown Prince Bard served his three yeas as a Guard of the White Tower under the Steward of Gondor, a tradition followed by all the Crown Princes of Dale in recognition of the Throne of Gondor, Bardhwyn spent three years in the Mirkwood. During their seperation their love did not diminish in that time, but steadily deepened. Upon the Crown Prince's return from Gondor, Bardhwyn returned to Dale and they were betrothed. This was nigh a year and a half before the outbreak of War and the massing of the Enemy on the boarders of Dale. It wasn't long after their engagement that Bard was often away, taking his position as the leader of Dale's troops. War loomed and broke. The Easterlings pushed the forces of Dale back across the River Carnen to the very gates of Dale, then Erebor itself. The House of Brand rallied at the gates of Erebor and next to them stood the House of Bardhol, including Bardhwyn herself. She would not take refuge in the cave's of the Dwarves but desired to fight in the daylight with her kin. She saw King Brand fall, then her father. She witnessed the fall of each of two eldest brothers, then lastly, her youngest brother who died in her arms. She herself had taken and arrow and fell uconscious on the field. She was thought dead, but when the Easterlings retreated she was retrieved and she soon recovered in body, though her spirit was sorely grieved. The grief at losing her family estranged her from her fiance and King, for Bard II was young and overwhelmed with the task of Sovereignty. The engangement was dissolved and in her pain she sought fell company. She was wooed by a wicked man Malthus, who only desired Bard's downfall. This man ultimately proposed the death of Bard and the usurption of the throne - for him to assume. Bardhwyn stood against him and refused to aid him and just as he raised his sword to strike her, the Kings men assailed the traitorous band. A fire ensued and Malthus escaped but Bardhwyn was captured while she rescued several children from the flames. She was tried and convicted as a traitor, sentenced by Bard himself. Instead of death, he imposed branding and exile, saying that were she to ever set foot in any part of Middle Earth, she'd forfiet her life. The brand was burnt upon her right inner forearm and she left an exile the next day for the East. To wander the lands of Middle Earth, for her, is dangerous and her only defence is deception, secrecy and the aid of her few trusted friends. Any agent of the Crown, upon discovering her and her status of traitor has due cause to hang her and her companions. She went Eastwards, therefore, alone and in search of her fate.<BR><BR>Princess Melika - Noble Sniper<BR>Race: Man<BR>Gender: Female<BR>Age: 20<BR>Height: 5'6"<BR>Weight: 115 <BR>Hair Color: Brown<BR>Eye Color: Brown<BR>Marital Status: Single<BR>Occupation: Princess in Exile, Traveler until such time as she finds a way to return home to reclaim her throne.<BR>Outfit: Camoflauge when traveling. An attractive blue dress when not traveling.<BR>Means of Travel: A grey mare named Kidja.<BR>Weapons of Choice: A sword which, when knocked out of her hand, returns to it's sheath. Ordinary bow and quiver of arrows. Hunting knife used as last resort when in combat. <BR>Skills Include: Pretty good with sword. Excellent archer. Some skills as a healer. Knows quite a bit of woodcraft from her experiences as a Shepherdess; almost as much (if not as much) as the average elf.<BR>Personality: Has sense of humor and is intelligent. However, because of childhood experiences, has a fear of rejection, and a desire to be accepted by others. Fiercely loyal to friends (Oyarsa, Anya, Lysandros, and others) Slow to anger, most of the time. <BR>Her history: <a href='http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=72&catid=25&threadid=34533' target=_blank>http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=72&catid=25&threadid=34533</a><BR><BR>Melethril o Belain - Archer of Dale<BR>short: meleth.<BR>gender: female.<BR>race: peredhil.<BR>origin: dale.<BR>appearance: childish, tall, with brown hair and black eyes.<BR>moving with the confidence and deadliness as an experienced warrior.<BR>weapon: bow and arrows, and knifes(often hidden).<BR>clothes: red wool cloak embroided with silver-thread. black plain linen shirt, and a black skirt, dvivided for riding. high black boots.<BR>age: too young.<BR><BR>Bard_the_archer - Archer of Dale<BR><BR>Cattergon - Toymaker<BR>Nick: Pyroman<BR>Age: 32<BR>Gender: Male<BR>Race: Men<BR>Alliance: Dale<BR>Weapons: Composite Long Bow, a poisoned Dagger, and a broad sword.<BR>Personality: Is an excellent archer and arrow-maker. Knows how to command his fellow troops, and is an expert strategist. Knows how to camouflage also. Is silent, but deadly.<BR>History: Even since a child, he liked to burn things. He would sit outside on a winter day, and burn little figures that he found. When older, he went to the service of Dale, and became a Pyro Archer. His arrows were distinguishable, because of the explosion that came after they hit an enemy. Has become greatly feared over the years. Went into the cavalry division, and got his own horse, whom he named Pyros. Still remains in the service of Dale, but is now more of a mercenary, looking for a wager. Has served in many battles against the Dark Lord of Mordor.<BR>Appearance: Has thick but flexible hair. Brown hair. Weighs 150 lbs, so is fairly light for his heighth. Heigth: 6'6" Is somewhat muscular. Has a green tunic, with a hood that covers his face when he is picking off enemies. Casts a shadow upon his forehead and covers his eyes. Has green pants, and brown shoes. Has a white horse named Pyros. <BR><BR><b>Teltasarewen</b>, better known as Telta - Noble Sniper<BR>Gender: Female<BR>Age: Stopped keeping track for it serves no purpose but to remind one of things long past<BR>Race: Elf<BR>Appearance: Telta stands a little over 6’ and has sky blue eyes and short blonde hair. Usually found garbed in pants, knee high boots and tunic over a blouse.<BR>Occupation: For a very long time a thief (picking pockets her speciality) but has since then given it up and was hired as a waitress at the Lucky Fortune Inn and is a Bard.<BR>Weapons: 2 daggers which she is highly skilled with and deadly when needs be.<BR>Bio: Thief...it was a name Telta had learned to live with. She was not proud of it but it was the occupation that she had immersed herself in. A dangerous life though it mattered not. Ever since the death of her twin brother she had wandered aimlessly living from day to day distancing herself from everyone never getting involved with or letting anyone get close to her. She and Thalirhos, her older brother by a small margin, had been very close. They trained together learning sword skills and archery. Both were often found practicing and testing each other, pushing themselves and each other to their limits. It was one such occasion that had set her on her dangerous path.Practicing archery skills as they were wont to do, selecting targets for each other Thalirhos held up an apple, something he loved to eat, betting her that she could not hit it. Confident that she could she agreed. She did not know that he had meant to hold it while she tried to hit it. Small doubts had her trying to get out of it but he only dismissed her protests challenging her to try and outshoot him. And determined to do just that her pride winning out over her sense she took the shot. But it was not apple flesh that the arrow struck. Thalirhos had been struck and when he cried out it crushed her. There was nothing she could do the wound was fatal. She held him close even after he had passed away. Her clothes were soaked with his blood and so too was her hair that had laid in his blood upon the ground. In a fit of uncontrolled grief and anger at what she had done Telta cut her waist length hair off short and left Mirkwood never to look back. Grief, loneliness and despair encompassed her like a cloak as she wandered empty and uncaring. In this frame of mind she delved into the role of a thief finding that the dangers involved were the only thing that made her feel anything at all. That was until she came to the Lucky Fortune. A new life began for her then when a kind and generous offer from Erinhue, the co-owner of the Lucky Fortune helped her to give up her former life. No one before had reached her, no one cared until then and it touched something inside her that she thought long dead. She ceased being a thief and is trying to learn to live with others and making a few friends as she goes along.<BR><BR><b>HuanofValinor</b><BR>Age: unknown - but very old<BR>Race: wolfhound<BR>Height: very tall, acromion - 4,5 ft.<BR>Weight: 100 kilogram<BR>Talents: has the gift of unlimited speaking<BR>He's a direct descendant of HUAN the Wolfhound of Valinor and wanders alone through the northern woods and areas. The wolfhound is searching for Sauron and he had heard, that he was seen in the south<BR>of Mirkwood area. He wants to take vengeance, for all that evil which <BR>Sauron has done in the past, to his friends and family.<BR>On his way down south he makes a rest in the Merry Bowmen of Dale<BR>guildhouse. He enjoys the hospitality and kindness of the guild members and the friendship of Chirion, Rho's wolf. So he decides to stay longer there.<BR>To Canamarth he feels a special connection and accepts her, as his "Mistress".<BR><BR><b>Alandriel</b> - Noble Sniper<BR>Race: Human, Dunedain<BR>Gender: Female<BR>Age: middle years<BR>Height: 160cm, slender but tough<BR>Hair: Flaming red to mid back and at times quite unruly. As it attracts quite a lot attention, it is usually well hidden under a hood<BR>Eyes: Grey-green<BR>Status: single<BR>Occupation: Ranger and master herbalist/healer<BR>Personality: Quiet and soft spoken unless provoked, weary of people at first, extremely observant with a sharp awareness and biting wit at times, tendency to get lost in memories and some what brooding when the mood kicks in, honest and loyal to friends<BR>Appearance: Usually dressed in travel garb: soft brown leather leggings and boots (much worn), dark green tunic with detachable sleeves and hood. She also owns a grey elf cloak, the Earth Ring of Change and a small silver brooch of unusual design. The latter she carries always hidden in her travel pack (see bio). Also a faint birthmark on her wrist which will play an important role in discovering her heritage<BR>Travel: A dark brown stallion (Ethalon) given to her by King Elessar after his wedding, being related to the famous Shadowfax, a truly royal gift indeed. When not travelling with Alandriel, Ethalon roams free nearby but will answer his mistress’s call<BR><BR><i><u>Friends and Travelling Companions</i></u><BR><BR>Thenie - Rider of Rohan<BR>RACE: man<BR>GENDER: female<BR>WEAPONS: Broadsword, forged in Gondor long ago, family heirloom on her mother's side, passed to each eldest daughter. Others as need permits, handy with a knife, especially when hunting.<BR>MOUNT: Various, as the situation permits, currently SteadyWing, breeded by herself in her father's stables, uniting long distance travel with equally possibilty for a progressed gallop. A chesnut brown stallion with braided black mane and flowing tail.<BR>ABOUT: Lived upon the Wold of Rohan her whole life. Lost father and eldest brother in the War of the Ring, raised by mother and two surviving older brothers. Grown strong by long hardship, voluntarily inflicted, which finally gained Thenie admittance into a renowned eord, at which time was lead by her own brother. A misunderstanding lead to her voluntary flight, and now Thenie wanders through Middle Earth trying in vain to reconcile the two conflicting passions of her heart: a hard loyalty and fierce independence.<BR>PERSONALITY: Contented almost to a fault, the eternal optimist who always sees the best in people and is often blind to their faults. Ever ready with a smile and a helping hand, beware the turn of her character, a stubborn streak, and the battle trained Rohirrim. <BR>APPEARANCE: Of normal hight, her slight build often belies the strength of well trained, and well tried, muscles beneath. Emerald green eyes, another heirloom from her mother, with hair as dark as deepest night, or a magpie's wing, an oddity among the Rohirrim... <BR><BR>Thalas<BR><BR><b>SilverScribe</b><BR>Name: that's best left forgotten . . .<BR>Goes by: SilverScribe, nickname - Scribbles.<BR>Gender: Often mistaken for male, but actually female.<BR>Age: Remembers the coming of the Istari, so older than dirt.<BR>Race: Half-elven, half-Númenorean.<BR>Height: Tall (6 foot even, in bare feet)<BR>General Appearance: Plain, unremarkable. Tanned, high cheekbones, dark blue/violet eyes with muted silver specks. Slightly pointed ears. Hair is a thick, unmanageable mane, usually messy, mix of pale blond liberally streaked with silver (sort of a mother-of-pearl effect).<BR>Usual Attire: Plain, no visible jewellery or ornamentation, but wears Journeyman Bard brooch on left shoulder of overtunic, under cloak. Grey-blue trousers and overtunic, grey shirt, dark belt and boots. Never without grey elven cloak with large hood. <BR>Usual Transportation: Not averse to walking, but known to buy and lose horses at an alarming rate. Favours big, high-strung warhorses. <BR>Weapons: <BR>-Double edged broadsword (Celebamarth), Númenorean hilt, replacement blade of Elvish make, marked with Elven runes.<BR>- Elven longbow, but styled somewhat after the Welsh longbow of early 13th century Earth.<BR>- A garrot, a stilleto, and any number of other little hidden surprises.<BR>Occupation: Scribe, Student, Istari understudy, Bookworm, Lore Seeker, Wanderer, Poet, Storyteller and general Nuisance. Oh yeah, and dear old dad made sure Warrior was the very first trade . . . .<BR>Skills: A little of this, oddments of that. Accomplished with a sword and fair at archery. Can sing (reasonably well) but prefers not to.<BR><BR><b>Menon</b><BR><BR><b>Jiyadan</b><BR><a href='http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/canamarth/vwp?.dir=/My+Photos&.dnm=Jiyadan.jpg&.src=ph' target=_blank>Jiyadan's Picture</a><BR><BR><b>Rholarowyn</b><BR><BR><b>Bryttar</b><BR>Race: Human (Rohan)<BR>Gender: Male<BR>Age: 28 <BR>Height: 6 ft.<BR>Hair: Blonde<BR>Eyes: Blue<BR>Occupation: Has served several years with the Riders of the Mark, and is a bard. <BR>Weapons: Short bow (for shooting off horseback) sword, and daggers<BR>Horse: Cresterl, a chestnut gelding<BR>Personality: Generally calm in nature, he is laid back, enjoys sharing good stories, and making people laugh. However, he does have a strong commitment to duty and will defend that and those he cares about. <BR>History: Born in the northwestern part of Rohan, Bryttar was the youngest of three sons born to Aytan and his wife. His father and uncle Ryomer (Rolarowyn’s father) owned a horse-breeding farm, which Bryttar and his two older brothers, Eldred and Rydan, helped with until the fateful day when Aytan and Ryomer went off to buy a new stallion and never returned. Two years later, when Bryttar was 16 and the family finally let go of the farm, Bryttar took his two brother’s advice and joined up with the Riders of the Mark. It was one year later when the older brother’s uncovered the truth, or what they thought was the truth, about the fate of their father and uncle that lead to a drastic change in the young Rohirrim’s life.<BR>After receiving permission for a temporary leave from the Riders, Bryttar went off to Minas Tirith to inform Rho and her mom of Ryomer’s murder. But once this message was delivered, the usually level headed Rohirrim left the White City and took to wandering the land for the next 19 months. Sending no word to anyone as to his whereabouts during this time. However, the peace he was seeking was not to be found in the wilds, so eventually he returned to Minas Tirith and decided to further his education since both he and Rho had been taught how to read and write by Lawen (Rho’s mom and sister to Denethor) when they had grown up together in Rohan. <BR>So it was while he was living here, and studying that he met and fell in love with and a Gondorian woman, Nichela, and eventually asked her to marry him. But eventually Bryttar’s abandonment of his post with the Riders of the Mark came up, and the young woman’s father put a halt to their engagement, explaining to the 21 year old Rohirrim that his inability to keep his commitments made him unsuitable to be with his daughter. So with a broken heart, Bryttar headed back to Rohan and submitted himself to the authority of the King Theoden. After a probationary period, he eventually regained his position with the Riders again and continued to serve with them.<BR>When Bryttar was 23, Eldred and Rydan contacted both him and Rholarowyn with the identity of the men who had murdered Aytan and Ryomer. And after getting a somewhat reluctant and clearly a temporary leave from the Riders, Bryttar, along with his two brothers, and cousin Rho, sought out these two men, apprehended them, and then returned to Rohan to see justice done. Afterwards Bryttar continued to faithfully serve with the Riders of the Mark for about two years following the War of the Ring while working his way up to being one of Eomer’s trusted guards. But a strange twist of fate and internal darkness within the Riders of the Mark, that he helped to resolve, lead this Rohirrim to resign his post. It was his cousin Rholarowyn who brought the possibility of joining Mithril Knights to his attention where his skills from the years of being in service to Rohan could once again be utilized.<BR><BR><b>Moujhadin</b><BR><BR><b>Tallain</b><BR>Real Name: Tallain Ghârduin<BR>Known As: Tallain<BR>Race: Human (east)<BR>Gender: Male<BR>Age: 23<BR>Height: 5'10''<BR>Hair: dark<BR>Eyes: hazel, flecked with green<BR>Occupation: Wanderer and adventurer - currently Mithril Knight in training<BR>Weapons: longbow and arrows, short swords<BR>Possessions: not many - saddle bags and weapons mainly<BR>Garments: dark leather trousers, knee high worn travel boots, black shirt, a jerkin with some complex embroidery denoting his house<BR>At First glance: Tallain appears wary at first meeting. He is small for his people and is fairly defensive about his height. His hair is long and is kept generally tied back with a leather thing. In the manner of his people, he wears an earring in one ear only, and has complex henna tattoos on his back (not that you would necessarily see those <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>).<BR>Tallain is actually extremely unlike his Easterling heritage. He is honest and open and actually loves the thrill of travel and the open road. He is also extremely courteous and has a tendency to defend those less able to defend themselves. He has not met many elves so is generally quite unsure of how to act around these mythical creatures who have always stood against everything his people stood for, but he is open enough to want to get to know what others are about. <BR>He has recently arrived in this area from the east and has not seen many hobbits at all. He is generally quite shy around human women and has not had many 'encounters' with them.<BR>He looks battle ready and is useful in a fight, being quick and agile. His preference is for ranged combat although he is comfortable in fighting with dual short swords should hand to hand combat arise.<BR>History: Tallain is the youngest son in a family of 12 (8 sons, 4 daughters). His father is a lord amongst his peoples and has 3 wives. Tallain was born to the youngest of these and was always the 'baby'. However his father never really had much time for him as he was often interested in pursuits that did not involve much combat, such as music and reading. He was not puny however, and found he was quick and able despite his size. <BR>Since adolescence he has found he has an ability to empathise with emotions - this is thought to have come from his mother's side, as she has some unusual heritages that are thought to possibly trace back to distant Elven ancestry. He can 'feel' emotions, and this has led him to be calm in the face of anger and sometimes be able to diffuse situations. However this ability has also set him apart as he was seen as a 'sissy' by his more warlike brothers.<BR>He can read and write, and is good with the written word when he finds the time. He was trained in the fighting arts but always preferred a bow, another thing his father found strange. He is not interested in politics at all and finds the whole idea of governing frightening.<BR>At 20 he left his home in the Eastern lands to seek adventure to the West. He had heard many stories of strange and mythical beings such as Elves and little people, and yearned to discover if they were true.<BR>He took up with a group of travellers who were looking for an escort around the Dark Lands to the West - here he fought his first combat against roving bands of orcs and barely made it through alive. He does not like Orcs and finds them distasteful and something to be slain at will.<BR>For 2 years he has been wandering - he has seen and met several Elves but still feels very uncertain about how to behave around them. He is particularly fascinated by those who do not have the traditional Easterling appearance - i.e. fair hair and eyes.<BR>He is an honest and reliable sort and due to his ability often reads events and the people involved in these very adroitly, but he is only beginning to learn to trust his gift and still often acts without thinking, especially when it comes to injustice and those less able to defend themselves being attacked or put in danger.<BR><BR><b>Zhyranon</b><BR><BR><i>Captain of Dale's Air Forces</i><BR>Magpie Jen<BR>Swift on the wing, a be-feathered dart, <BR>From heaven she falls,<BR>A brave soul, bright heart.<BR>RACE: Magpie<BR>GENDER: female<BR>WEAPONS: beak, talon and wit<BR>ORIGIN: Woken by the talents of Radagast, then taught speech by the Elves in the late morning of the world (it was almost noon really )<BR>APPEARANCE: Stunning white and iridescent black/green/purple feathers, strong black beak, bright eyes, long tail.<BR>ABOUT: Of old she flew with the crebain and was counted amongst the great of their foul number, yet despite this rebellion against her gentle origins and through long adventure she came again to cherish peace, order and light. <BR><BR><i>Archery instructor:</i><BR>Huantir of the people of Thranduil<BR>race: Elf<BR>gender: male<BR><BR><i>Instructor of archery and falconry:</i><BR>Luna Rose of the people of Lothlorien<BR>race: Elf<BR>gender: female<BR><BR><i><u>Birthday calendar:</i></u><BR>Princess Melika - 01.01.<BR>Teherin - 15.01.<BR>Alandriel - 27.02.<BR>Lokia - 03.03.<BR>Lysandros - 04.03.<BR>Magpie Jen - 11.04.<BR>Gorin - 19.05.<BR>Huan - 12.06.<BR>Teltasarewen - 13.06<BR>Maeglin - 18.09.<BR>Smaug's Bane - 27.10.<BR>Bardwhyn - 30.10.<BR>Rholarowyn - 21.11.<BR>areanor - 05.12.<BR>Themedes - 12.12.<BR>Canamarth - 20.12.<BR><BR><i><u>Ranks:</i></u><BR>0-19: Barding<BR>20-99: Toymaker<BR>100-499: Archer of Dale<BR>500-999: Bowmaker<BR>1000-4999: Noble Sniper<BR>5000-9999: Member of the Order of Girion<BR>10000+: Dragon Slayer