Post by Erumollien on Aug 26, 2008 4:04:08 GMT -5
GENERAL
Birth Name: Erumollien (Servant of God)
Race: Elf, Umanyar
Birth date: Born in the late First Age
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Good
Occupation: King of Lindon
Birthplace: Possibly Dorwinion
Current Location: Lindon
BACKGROUND[/i][/color]
Personality: Erumollien was a man of strong will, wits and courage. Since his coming of age, he had despised weakness and would not tolerate it among his servants. But in private, he was a rather reflective and gentle person.
Detailed History: Erumollien was born in the elven city Dorwinion in the East, beyond the Anduin. There he grew up among the lush vineyards and sweet streams of water. When Erumollien came of age, he journeyed west for Beleriand, hoping to seek adventure. But when he arrived, the First Age was already crumbling and the great wonders of Beleriand had been laid waste by Melkor. Erumollien then seeked out the great woods of the Nandor and felt his mind came to rest.
He lingered on in Ossiriand until the destruction of Beleriand was complete and traveled to Valinor. His days in Valinor were uneventful. He took up his abode on Taniquetil among the Vanyar and would often look to the east, yearning for the land he thought he would never be able to set foot on again.
Then the time came when the Third Age ended and evil was wiped clean from the face of Middle Earth, and the elves of the West longed once again to walk in the gardens and forests of Middle Earth. Those who were no longer willing to stay in Aman gathered outside the gates of Tirion upon Tuna under Erumollien and marched to Alqualonde where the Teleri shut the gates against them. The host of Erumollien assaulted the city and there was much bloodshed. Eventually the Teleri were overpowered and their ships were seized. As the ships were leaving the harbor, another host of Teleri arrived from Tol Eressea to avenge the slaying of their kins but the followers of Erumollion overcame them as well, and many of them were cast overboard the ships and drowned. This was the greatest bloodshed in Aman since the time of Feanor.
The host of Erumollien eventually arrived in Lindon and was informed that this land was the last remnants of Ossiriand. He immediately took up the rulership of the land.
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: Erumollien had a long, slender face, dark silky hair and deep set green eyes. His skin was white as marble but tender to the touch as feather.
Build: Tall
Role play Sample: The clouds were amassing together quickly in the sky, changing the bright yellow color into a dull grayish blue, the prisoner escort had went a long way around the palace, off the cobblestone path to reach the Ershad Gate, which is built for the ceremonial entrance of the royal prisoners.
The escort pass through lush oriental gardens and olive groves, an old promegranate tree laden with ripe fruits for the picking, here the young princesses came sometimes to play under the shade, for sometimes the eastern summer heat could be unbearable.
They finally arrived at the Khan's Garden. It was surrounded by white washed stone walls, as tall as the height of three men, which obviously were the works of Gondorian artisans. The Garden could be entered at a few points along the walls. In this story, our captive arrived at the Southern Gate, she was searched by a young page briefly, who ran his hands along her slender body, his expression undeniably, was full of lust. When his hands felt her buttocks, he whispered something to another page behind who giggled.
The beauty of the Garden surpassed all other the captive had seen in this realm. Indeed the court scribe and historian, Barasmanas, claimed that this was the most magnificent of all the Gardens in the known world. Of course, the claim was slightly exaggerated.
The prisoner was led up a marble pathway, over artificial streams that ran through all the courtyard, passed by open pavillions with generously stuffed cushions thrown on the floor for the concubines to unwind themselves. A great fountain, which fed all the artificial stream stood on a raised platform infront of the Khan's palace.
Two royal guards, heavily armored with their iron helms wrapped in silk turbans opened the heavy metal door for the escort. They were led through a narrow corridor into the throne room.
The golden, gem-studded throne was empty. A guard forcibly put the captive on her knees by pressing on the back of her knees with his own knee cap. He then drove her head into the ground with the butt of his spear. He did the same when the Khan entered the room, and kissed the dirt before the mighty leader.
The Khan was in a lavish flowing oriental garb, with elaborate patterns of flowers. His thick dark beard was trimmed neatly, his dark hair was clipped short and wrapped in a white silk turban, tucked with plack horse plume. He was staring at the captive, marvelling at how pale her skin was and curious about her pointed ears.
"Rise," he said in Westron.
"And tell me your story." He gently took her hand, liking the soft feel of it. How pale, how contrasting from his dark, sunburnt hand. He kissed it gently with affection.
Birth Name: Erumollien (Servant of God)
Race: Elf, Umanyar
Birth date: Born in the late First Age
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Good
Occupation: King of Lindon
Birthplace: Possibly Dorwinion
Current Location: Lindon
BACKGROUND[/i][/color]
Personality: Erumollien was a man of strong will, wits and courage. Since his coming of age, he had despised weakness and would not tolerate it among his servants. But in private, he was a rather reflective and gentle person.
Detailed History: Erumollien was born in the elven city Dorwinion in the East, beyond the Anduin. There he grew up among the lush vineyards and sweet streams of water. When Erumollien came of age, he journeyed west for Beleriand, hoping to seek adventure. But when he arrived, the First Age was already crumbling and the great wonders of Beleriand had been laid waste by Melkor. Erumollien then seeked out the great woods of the Nandor and felt his mind came to rest.
He lingered on in Ossiriand until the destruction of Beleriand was complete and traveled to Valinor. His days in Valinor were uneventful. He took up his abode on Taniquetil among the Vanyar and would often look to the east, yearning for the land he thought he would never be able to set foot on again.
Then the time came when the Third Age ended and evil was wiped clean from the face of Middle Earth, and the elves of the West longed once again to walk in the gardens and forests of Middle Earth. Those who were no longer willing to stay in Aman gathered outside the gates of Tirion upon Tuna under Erumollien and marched to Alqualonde where the Teleri shut the gates against them. The host of Erumollien assaulted the city and there was much bloodshed. Eventually the Teleri were overpowered and their ships were seized. As the ships were leaving the harbor, another host of Teleri arrived from Tol Eressea to avenge the slaying of their kins but the followers of Erumollion overcame them as well, and many of them were cast overboard the ships and drowned. This was the greatest bloodshed in Aman since the time of Feanor.
The host of Erumollien eventually arrived in Lindon and was informed that this land was the last remnants of Ossiriand. He immediately took up the rulership of the land.
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: Erumollien had a long, slender face, dark silky hair and deep set green eyes. His skin was white as marble but tender to the touch as feather.
Build: Tall
Role play Sample: The clouds were amassing together quickly in the sky, changing the bright yellow color into a dull grayish blue, the prisoner escort had went a long way around the palace, off the cobblestone path to reach the Ershad Gate, which is built for the ceremonial entrance of the royal prisoners.
The escort pass through lush oriental gardens and olive groves, an old promegranate tree laden with ripe fruits for the picking, here the young princesses came sometimes to play under the shade, for sometimes the eastern summer heat could be unbearable.
They finally arrived at the Khan's Garden. It was surrounded by white washed stone walls, as tall as the height of three men, which obviously were the works of Gondorian artisans. The Garden could be entered at a few points along the walls. In this story, our captive arrived at the Southern Gate, she was searched by a young page briefly, who ran his hands along her slender body, his expression undeniably, was full of lust. When his hands felt her buttocks, he whispered something to another page behind who giggled.
The beauty of the Garden surpassed all other the captive had seen in this realm. Indeed the court scribe and historian, Barasmanas, claimed that this was the most magnificent of all the Gardens in the known world. Of course, the claim was slightly exaggerated.
The prisoner was led up a marble pathway, over artificial streams that ran through all the courtyard, passed by open pavillions with generously stuffed cushions thrown on the floor for the concubines to unwind themselves. A great fountain, which fed all the artificial stream stood on a raised platform infront of the Khan's palace.
Two royal guards, heavily armored with their iron helms wrapped in silk turbans opened the heavy metal door for the escort. They were led through a narrow corridor into the throne room.
The golden, gem-studded throne was empty. A guard forcibly put the captive on her knees by pressing on the back of her knees with his own knee cap. He then drove her head into the ground with the butt of his spear. He did the same when the Khan entered the room, and kissed the dirt before the mighty leader.
The Khan was in a lavish flowing oriental garb, with elaborate patterns of flowers. His thick dark beard was trimmed neatly, his dark hair was clipped short and wrapped in a white silk turban, tucked with plack horse plume. He was staring at the captive, marvelling at how pale her skin was and curious about her pointed ears.
"Rise," he said in Westron.
"And tell me your story." He gently took her hand, liking the soft feel of it. How pale, how contrasting from his dark, sunburnt hand. He kissed it gently with affection.
