Post by Simbelmyne on Apr 23, 2004 17:32:20 GMT
(((Plot notes: This is kind of what the Easterlings did in the War of the Ring, both those who were left in the East, and those who fought.
Oreth is a young mage, about twenty-three years old. She was left behind with her mother Annûl and her younger sister Ameth, and her family was later pardoned by King Elessar. She went west for a time, to work magic for the injured and that which had been destroyed.
Kharem is Oreth's father, and was forced to fight in the War of the Ring. He deserted, and when he eventually gave himself up to King Elessar, after the War, he and his family were pardoned.
Please keep these ideas in mind, and make sure your character won't be out of place [e.g. an elf wouldn't really be right...])))
"Why do you have to go, father?" Ameth asked. Kharem sighed.
"I don't have a choice. Our lord will have me killed if we don't go." About to spit on the floor to express his thoughts on the Lord of the Easterlings, he stopped at a glance from his wife, Annûl.
"Why has he taken Sauron's side?" Annûl wondered aloud.
"I don't know, but I must go. He will have us all slain if I don't obey orders." Kharem grimaced.
"Who will hunt? Who will manage the house? Who will protect us?"
"I can." Oreth finally spoke up. "I'm a grown mage. Anywhere west of here, I could be married or living by myself." Kharem nodded.
"Yes." He looked up at the skies. "I must be going."
Oreth and Ameth flung herself into his arms. When they released him, Annûl hugged him.
"Come back soon," she whispered in his ear.
A month later:
"Weapon UP!" shouted a voice in his ear. "I don't care if it's heavy, you won't kill anyone with it by your ankles! " Kharem struggled to raise the lead-weighted glaive, a staff capped with a sharp blade.
So far, it had not gone well for him. In his last battle, he had suffered a wound to his upper arm. There were no healers around, bar a man in his line with a little healing magic. He had been able to stop a little of the bleeding, but the wound had to be bandaged and it had bled sluggishly for a day.
"March!" shouted the man once more. He began to march swiftly himself, then walked to the front of the line.
Kharem glanced at the country around him: thick forests. He glanced at the soldiers around him: all friends, all who could be trusted to keep a disappearance secret. As for the leader of the Easterling army, he never remembered anyone. Kharem had a little illusion magic - that was how Oreth had been a mage.
Kharem said a quick prayer for luck, then jumped for the trees. His magic would shield him for ten seconds, and he would be exhausted afterwards. He fell into a ditch behind the curtain of leaves, stuck through with thorns and twigs. Above him, he could see his friends spreading out to fill his gap. He smiled. He was free, if only for a while.
In the East:
Oreth came through the door, tired and bedraggled. She had hunted for an hour: food was short, and she had brought back a single deer. She had used her magic to trap it, then shot it with a crossbow. It would feed them for a few days. She gave it to her mother and set the table.
After eating, Oreth walked out to watch the sunset. A shadow already sat in her favourite spot, and she walked up to perch beside them.
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Oreth is a young mage, about twenty-three years old. She was left behind with her mother Annûl and her younger sister Ameth, and her family was later pardoned by King Elessar. She went west for a time, to work magic for the injured and that which had been destroyed.
Kharem is Oreth's father, and was forced to fight in the War of the Ring. He deserted, and when he eventually gave himself up to King Elessar, after the War, he and his family were pardoned.
Please keep these ideas in mind, and make sure your character won't be out of place [e.g. an elf wouldn't really be right...])))
"Why do you have to go, father?" Ameth asked. Kharem sighed.
"I don't have a choice. Our lord will have me killed if we don't go." About to spit on the floor to express his thoughts on the Lord of the Easterlings, he stopped at a glance from his wife, Annûl.
"Why has he taken Sauron's side?" Annûl wondered aloud.
"I don't know, but I must go. He will have us all slain if I don't obey orders." Kharem grimaced.
"Who will hunt? Who will manage the house? Who will protect us?"
"I can." Oreth finally spoke up. "I'm a grown mage. Anywhere west of here, I could be married or living by myself." Kharem nodded.
"Yes." He looked up at the skies. "I must be going."
Oreth and Ameth flung herself into his arms. When they released him, Annûl hugged him.
"Come back soon," she whispered in his ear.
A month later:
"Weapon UP!" shouted a voice in his ear. "I don't care if it's heavy, you won't kill anyone with it by your ankles! " Kharem struggled to raise the lead-weighted glaive, a staff capped with a sharp blade.
So far, it had not gone well for him. In his last battle, he had suffered a wound to his upper arm. There were no healers around, bar a man in his line with a little healing magic. He had been able to stop a little of the bleeding, but the wound had to be bandaged and it had bled sluggishly for a day.
"March!" shouted the man once more. He began to march swiftly himself, then walked to the front of the line.
Kharem glanced at the country around him: thick forests. He glanced at the soldiers around him: all friends, all who could be trusted to keep a disappearance secret. As for the leader of the Easterling army, he never remembered anyone. Kharem had a little illusion magic - that was how Oreth had been a mage.
Kharem said a quick prayer for luck, then jumped for the trees. His magic would shield him for ten seconds, and he would be exhausted afterwards. He fell into a ditch behind the curtain of leaves, stuck through with thorns and twigs. Above him, he could see his friends spreading out to fill his gap. He smiled. He was free, if only for a while.
In the East:
Oreth came through the door, tired and bedraggled. She had hunted for an hour: food was short, and she had brought back a single deer. She had used her magic to trap it, then shot it with a crossbow. It would feed them for a few days. She gave it to her mother and set the table.
After eating, Oreth walked out to watch the sunset. A shadow already sat in her favourite spot, and she walked up to perch beside them.
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