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Saruman's Legacy: RPG thread
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There are seven  people involved in this:
Me (Sniggit)
AgentDrake (Ectheow)
GarrisonofGondor (Sorin II)
Elf Lvr (Silvarin)
SickofPalantirs (Tuilin)
Centurion (Candron)
NBarden (Duinihir)
The Confessor (Arandur)
Aragorn_Ellessar (Feanon)

Aragorn
Legolas
Gimli
Tolren
Gothmog the Balrog

as well as a few surprises in store for everybody in the way of new characters. 








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Location: Underground cave below Orthanc
Date: August  8, TE 3014
Saruman sat near his furnace and held up a pair of tongs. In them was a ring, black and white gold mixed together in fanciful designs, which, if you looked close enough were encircled letters that read:

One Ring, not bound to any other,
One Ring, hidden from the sight of men
One Ring, master of ancient power
One Ring, the servant of Curunir.
Curunir wrought it, Curunir brought it, the doom of Sauron.
One Ring to enslave Gothmog the Mighty. Shall not the Istar rule?


Saruman smiled. All who called Middle-earth home would bow to him.
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Location: Plain of Isengard
Date: March 3, FA 3019

Saruman had been at the gates to watch his army march. It was a glorious sight; 10,000 Uruk-hai
2,000 Men of Dunland and 4,000 Orcs on Wargs. The last horn had sounded, the last orc marched through the gate before it clanged shut. A few minutes later, Saruman was startled out of contemplation by the sound of someone banging on the gate, and a voice… …the voice of Treebeard. Orc archers on the ramparts immediately began to fire on Treebeard, and there was soon revealed to be at least a score of ents with him.
Saruman fled as the ents broke through the southern walls  and launched a mass attack on everything in sight.
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Location: Plain of Isengard
Date: July 16, FA 4

The noon sun shone brightly on the backs of the working men as they attempted to fill in the gaping holes in the plain of Isengard. Every pit was filled with hundreds of men, occupied filling in the scars in the ground with fresh dirt. Gimli had been put in charge of the re-building of Isengard and seven hundred dwarves from the Lonely Mountain were re-building the walls of Isengard with dwarvish precision. The sun reflected off the spire of Orthanc high above the plain, as deep underground, men using some of Saruman's blasting powder were collapsing tunnels filled with feral Wargs. One man, stooping to dig heard his shovel clink against something metallic. Looking down, he saw that it was a jet-black ring with lines of white gold surrounding it in complicated traceries. The man said nothing, and pocketed the ring.
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Location: Minas Tirith
Date: July 1, FA 4
Aragorn, king of Gondor thumbed through the well-worn book Gandalf had given him before he left Middle-earth. In it were a detailed summary of his travels and much lore of men, dwarves, and elves. There was also much ring-lore of Saruman that Gandalf had added saying  "Aragorn, when I was imprisoned by Saruman I noticed a ring on his hand. When I cast him out of the Order he was no longer wearing it. I want you to be on your guard, though I doubt it is as powerful as the enemy's ring was. It could cause great destruction and should e destroyed at once if discovered." Aragorn immediately sent a message to Isengard, to Gimli via palantir to and King Eomer, via scout
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Gimli sat at the window of Orthanc with Legolas. They were overseeing the re-building of Isengard and many of Gimli's kinfolk were down on the plain, re-building the walls with stone cut from the near-by mountains. The window was open, and a cool breeze blew through it. Everything was peaceful as the people were occupied eating lunch, it being about noon. A dwarf walked into the room and approached Gimli.
"Greetings" the dwarf said, to which Gimli replied, "Greetings Sniggit." The two dwarves engaged in conversation and Gimli learned that a rear tunnel had caved in, trapping about fifteen humans along with twenty dwarves.


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November 06, 2008, 05:07:38 PM
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« Reply #1 on: November 06, 2008, 05:07:38 PM »
"Must use short breaths." Thought Sorin II. How he had been persuaded to come to this blasted Isengard place he never knew. "Well, I know but I'd like to forget." He thought. Recalling from the depths of his memory that day. The day had started like any normal day. He had his breakfast, smoked his pipe, and ate somemore. But then, his close friend came running to him. "Sorin, there are some Dwarfs here to recruit a crew." He said. "A crew for what? " Sorin asked."A crew for mining of course." His friend responded."Well, lets have a look then shall we." They later found out that the crew was to rebuild Isengard.
 "Well count me in." Sorin shouted to the head recruiter. Later that week Sorin and 699 other dwarfs marched to Isengard. Now, Sorin II was traped under ground, the result of a cave in.
"We'er running out of air." A voice shouted."This might be be our end." Sorin thought
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November 07, 2008, 03:11:11 PM
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« Reply #2 on: November 07, 2008, 03:11:11 PM »
Curses  Thought Candron when he heard about the tunnel collapse he had seen his target go in there. He cursed again as he remembered that he had made an agreement that unless he brought the  the Easternling spy's head back to his employers than he would not receive his fee and he certainly not be getting the horse of Rohan he had been hoping for, if he did not receive his fee.      
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November 09, 2008, 05:36:22 PM
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« Reply #3 on: November 09, 2008, 05:36:22 PM »
Tolren had been working in the caverns for some time and had just come up for lunch when the ground shook and he nearly fell over. He looked toward the source of the disturbance and saw that about 100 yards away from where he stood a part of the ground had caved in. He fingered the ring in his pocket and headed in the direction of the work area. Men were shouting and a dwarf ran toward Orthanc as fast as his short legs could take him; he looked to be Sniggit, the gruff overseer of the group of dwarven miners from the Iron Hills. Soon Sniggit was gone and Tolren heard a man shout: "Help! Help! There are people trapped down there!" Groups of workers looked hesitantly towards the cave in, wondering what to do but loathe to act for fear up of accidentally finishing what the cave-in had started and entombing the trapped workers forever. Soon Sniggit was back. "Dig!" he roared as he noticed the workers standing there motionless. "Dig ten feet to the left, we can still save them!" The workers obliged and swarms of them concentrated on the spot, as the dirt began to be removed...

November 12, 2008, 12:20:08 PM
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« Reply #4 on: November 12, 2008, 12:20:08 PM »
Duinihir was walking through a dark alley in the midst of the slums of Minas Tirith. He was growing restless with the inactivity since the War of the Ring, and felt eager for some action.

His thought process was broken off by a sound he heard all to often during these...voluntary patrols, if you have it. The sound of a woman screaming.

He quickened his pace and rounded a corner, where he saw a young woman being attacked by a handful of ruffians. He quickly drew his bow and shot one of them in the face before grasping his sword and charging them. The band scattered, as they were armed solely with knives, and realized that this man was a veteran fighter.

Nonetheless, a pair of his arrows dropped another couple men as the remaining three or four beat a hasty retreat.

The woman turned to thank him, and received, as typical, a short lecture on the dangers of this section of Minas Tirith before he turned and left. Duinihir needed action, and to be certain, the streets of Minas Tirith were a tad safer because of his lack of it. Slaying a handful of unarmed, unskilled ruffians, however, wasn't his idea of adventure, though it was as close as one could get to it in the blasted city.

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Duinihir returned to the slightly less unsavory area of the city where he made his residence. He entered and was about to retire when he heard a knock on the door. "King Aragorn requests an audience with you posthaste."

Without a moment's delay, Duinihir hurried to the court, not minding to put on his courtier clothes. Aragorn had known him when they were both naught but rangers in the frozen north and would care not how his friend looked.

Arriving quickly at the court, a guard made a motion to stop him from entering, when Duinihir showed him the notice. The guard looked at it, then turned at looked at the clothes Duinihir was wearing, still disheveled from his skirmish. Duinihir snatched back the summons, gave the man a scowl and burst into the room.

"Duinihir!" called Aragorn. The two embraced, and after a short period of banter, Aragorn cut to the chase.

"Duinihir, I have a mission for you," Aragorn began. "These dispatches are of the utmost importance, and it is critical they get to Eomer, King of Rohan. The mere fact that I have chosen you for this mission testifies to the utmost importance of the dispatches. I would that I had more time to inform you of the issue, but our prior inactivity on the issue insists that you leave at once and make as quickly as you can to Eomer. Once there, you will act on my behalf, and Eomer will inform you of everything in the dispatch."

"Yes, my king," replied Duinihir, bowing and turning to leave.

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The great city gates flung open after midnight, gates that were never opened at night save by urgent order of the King of Gondor. Duinihir spurred his black steed to a full gallop and began the trek across northern Gondor to Edoras.
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November 12, 2008, 12:35:57 PM
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« Reply #5 on: November 12, 2008, 12:35:57 PM »
Unlike Duinihir,  the elf-Sorcerer Silvarin had been very busy since the War of the Ring. He had returned home to Mirkwood in the stead of the Prince, Legolas, who had gone to Isengard with Gimli. Silvarin spent these past years rebuilding his hometown on the border of Rhun, all the while struggling to fight off remnant bands of Easterlings and other unsavory creatures that had made Mirkwood their home over the years.

Though many Elves had opted to leave Middle-Earth forever, the greatest population perhaps remained in Mirkwood, though many were preparing to leave. Silvarin had contemplated it for many years, but knew he could never leave his friends here, not until Mirkwood truly was safe again.

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One day, Silvarin received a letter from his friend Tuilin. Legolas had sent a missive to Thranduil's home saying that an object of grave importance was lost in Isengard. More men and elves were needed in the reconstruction efforts. Tuilin had decided to go, and that made up Silvarin's mind as well. In short order he had saddled his horse and packed a few days of provisions, as well as his twin swords, before riding off to the edge of Mirkwood, where the two would meet.
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« Reply #6 on: November 13, 2008, 05:58:08 PM »
"Break camp!" snarled the voice of Zurog, as he woke his troops. In the decayed remains of Lothlorien the Uruks had made camp the night before, and now their commander, Zurog was rousing them for their daily march. The Uruks were remnants of Saruman's once mighty army now given over to pillaging and plundering, burning homesteads and stealing all sorts of livestock. They were one of the small bands of Uruk-hai that roamed the land as raiders in search of anything remotely valuable.

This band was 56 strong and led by an Uruk called Zurog, one of the first Uruks bred by Saruman and a veteran of the battle of Helm's Deep only escaping because he had disguised himself as a Dunlending and surrendered. Zurog had decided the night before to take the group into the border between Rohan and Gondor where a small number of isolated villages were located...

November 14, 2008, 07:12:29 PM
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« Reply #7 on: November 14, 2008, 07:12:29 PM »
((here we go...finally go tto it. Lets see if I can figure out Tuilin personality finally.
This is post war-of the ring, and around secrets of the south he got...melancholy kinda...lets give this a whirl))

Tuilin was near the edge or mirkwood, waiting for silvarin.  He knew the elf would be unable to resist the chance of adventure, along with the opportuinity to slay some foebeasts. 

His horse was tethered to a nearby tree, with several days provisions, 2 quivers of arrow, and various other necessary supplies.  He was, as always, armed to the teeth.  First and foremost was his bow, foedeath, than a quiver of arrows, his longsword, a dirk and 2 throwing knives.

At the moment he was sitting against a tree, watching what nature there was go about its day.  He found it calm and meditating, a welcome break from the killing of his last 500 years. To tell the truth, he had tired of killing, especially that of men, easterlings, haradrim, corsairs.  The fierce hate of orcs still remained in his blood, but for men, he was more reluctant.  he chose the causes he would fight for carefully.  This "Artifact" that had been mentioned Intrigued him and the chance to unite with Silvarin again had sealed the deal.  Silvarin should be here soon He thought.




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November 20, 2008, 08:57:16 AM
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« Reply #8 on: November 20, 2008, 08:57:16 AM »
Arandur took grim comfort in the treacherous mines. He reacted with plodding determination as Tolren barked orders. Digging with a rhythmic efficency, he took his place among the men and began to work. Here, along side the shadows and the dirt and the darkness, no one knew who he was - no one knew his past. And maybe if, just maybe, he could forget the horrors of war. 

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« Reply #9 on: December 04, 2008, 12:08:14 PM »
Tolren's back ached. They had been toiling for hours to rescue the trapped miners and it was showing on the men. Sweat rolled down their faces and soaked their filthy clothes as they worked and the men were physically tired, aching and weary from the seemingly endless digging. Finally, they broke through. After clearing a small hole they sent a man down to report the condition of the trapped miners. They all seemed fine, despite the overabundance of carbon dioxide in the cave. The men were rescued one by one and the hole was enlarged so that the cave would not collapse once more. That night, after the evening meal, Tolren fingered the ring he had found. He had shown it to no one, fearing that someone else would try to steal it. It was very beautiful but its elvish runes confused Tolren and he resolved to decipher it as soon as he could...

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« Reply #10 on: December 06, 2008, 09:32:53 PM »
Silvarin and Tuilin had been riding for days toward Isengard. The ancient tower was in sight on the horizon. The two of them should arrive by tomorrow. For now, they sat by their meager campfire. Although both were tired, neither really seemed to feel like sleeping. The two elves sat in relative silence. Tuilin was fletching more arrows, and Silvarin was reading from one of his spellbooks.

Something was amiss that night. Silvarin could feel an unhealthy tension in the air. The sun had risen red that day. The elves had learned long ago that this was an omen of bloodshed. Perhaps that was the reason that Silvarin and Tuilin couldn't sleep.

A gruesome roar split the air. Silvarin and Tuilin leaped to their feet, elven eyes scanning the horizon for the source of the noise. They saw, far in the distance, rising smoke and fire. More cries soon joined the first. Both elves recognized the sound. It was a battle-cry they heard often on the blood-soaked fields of Helm's Deep.

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« Reply #11 on: December 07, 2008, 10:43:21 AM »
"Sweet air, sweet air oh how I love you." Sorin thought. After being rescued he had decided to stay out side to get deep breaths of clean air. Sorin II was a very active dwarf. After being trapped in a mine for several hours he decided to go into the forests out side Isnegard to practice dodging amongst the trees. He had just ducked, done a 180 degree turn, jumped, and swung his axe, when he found himself surrounded by Uruk-hai. Sorin was worried. He was worried because he had foolishly not told anybody of his leaving the grounds. Suddenly, an arrow took one uruk through his neck. Sorin turned to see two Elves charging to his aid through the trees.
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December 08, 2008, 11:16:32 AM
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« Reply #12 on: December 08, 2008, 11:16:32 AM »
"I...Hate Uruk-hai" Tuilin said.  This was no small thing, many of his kin, some good friends had perished on the deeping wall to their crossbow bolts and swords.  They were one of the few races left in middle earth that he had no qualms in killing, all the better for the dwarf they had surrounded.  Some elves would be reluctant to get to the aid of a dwarf, but knowing Rorin had put all such childish prejudices behind him.

He could conservatively kill a target at 250 yards  and the uruk-hai were roughly 40 away in a stand of trees.  He broke a dead run, trusting that silvarin would be behind, most likely muttering some incantation,  His bow had already been out and he fitted an arrow to the string, took notice of the trees that might be in the way, and fired.  The unfortunate first Uruk took it in the neck,  He drew the second arrow and fired it from 15 yards,  another one was flipped over from the force of taking it in the mouth.  10 yards...he tucked his bow in its hold behind the quiver with his right hand, while his left drew the sword underhanded and tossed it in the air, he was 5 yards away and a uruk hai had taken a step his way, he jumped into the air grabbing the in-air sword with his right hand, and while the uruk-hai's brain was still catching up to the fact that the elf had dissapeared, he brought it down on his helm, there was a clang, and than a sickening thud, as it cleaved helm and skull. He did a somersault as he landed on the ground came up and ran a 4th uruk-hai through.  He spun and withdrew his sword, and parried a 5th, this one seemed to know how to duel.


((hee hee...I felt like having Tuilin do something kick but, like flipping in the air catching his sword and killing something ;) just a note, I generally dislike godmoding for some of the more established characters, as it seems like they have deep personalities, and I really shouldn't be messing with them  ;)  I do like people godmoding tuilin ( as in saying he did this/that) because  it helps establish his somehwat lacking personality and helps me figure out what to do :)  just a rather long though...))
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December 08, 2008, 12:37:57 PM
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« Reply #13 on: December 08, 2008, 12:37:57 PM »
Silently, swiftly, deadly the words of his long dead mentor came to Candron's mind as he flitted through the shadows towards  his target. Who was a spy in the employ of the Easternlings here to hide from Gondor's retribution. Having decided that it was to trivial an assignment to give an actual ranger of Gondor they had simply chosen to deliver the retribution by the hand of a simple bounty hunter. He had surprised them with his appearance a "scumbag" that looked like a ranger. Even he disapproved of killing for money. Not to mention his dwarf upbringing had given him a strong sense of honor so he did not take pleasure in it either "What I'll do for Menya." he muttered to himself. He could have kicked himself for losing concentration at such a time Candron slipped up behind his target and slid his blade across his targets throat. Leaving the man to his gurgling death Candron left a note for Sniggit telling him of the man's "previous affiliations" and sending him his best regards. It was over now to recover the proof. Here comes the disgusting part he thought to himself.   


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« Reply #14 on: December 13, 2008, 02:04:14 PM »
Zurog's band of Uruks had gone raiding earlier that day and had joined forces with about 100 orcs that had fled from Dol Guldur. They had reached the trees of Fangorn and had set up camp for the night near the edge of the forest. One of the sentries had heard a sound and looked to see an oblivious dwarf practicing fighting moves. The Uruk had run back to base and gathered 10 more Uruks and two-score orcs. They had quickly surrounded the dwarf and were moving for the kill when two elves burst into the clearing, quickly killing 4 Uruks and several orcs. Then Zurog arrived. "The orcs were already running, curse their cowardly hides," Zurog thought angrily. "Let the fighting Uruk-hai do the work as usual," he muttered as he engaged the first elf. Their blades met, locked and spun around. Zurog parried the elf's next few strokes, surprising the elf. Zurog smiled grimly. The dwarf had taken two arrows, one had only dented his armor but the other had pierced his shoulder between two plates of armor. Zurog slowly backed the elf against a tree; and was annoyed as the elf managed to draw blood on his blade-arm. Five minutes later they were still fighting fiercely, the dwarf was completely surrounded and the second elf had vanished completely. Then, the battle-noise was shattered by a massive boom. The second elf had reemerged from the trees and a white pillar of lighting was flying from the sky towards the orcs. At least a score died instantly. The rest fled into the forest, leaving Zurog's position much more… compromised. The dwarf seemed to have escaped and the second elf had disappeared as well. Zurog's thoughts returned to the battle as the elf punched him in the face. Zurog roared angrily and punched the elf back. The elf brought his sword down quickly on Zurog hand, cracking his gauntlet and breaking his hand. Zurog's sword clattered to the ground as his broken hand dropped it; the last thing he remembered seeing was the elf's sword raised high in the air…