Post by Reyan Tiber Creed on Feb 5, 2012 5:06:39 GMT -5
Thorovir Thelyn...when some men hear this name they think of just an ordinary merrymaker. These men have not heard his story... Thorovir has seen things no man should see, he has stared death in the eyes, he has witnessed the despair and torment of others. If only they knew what his true story is....
Thorovir (Pronounced Thor-Oh-Veer) Is a man of many trades. He was once a heroic Ranger of the Dunedain, he was once a fearless Gondorian watcher and he was a cold blooded Mercenary with his pockets seeping with gold. But things have changed...He was only these things for answers, he was only these things to advance one step closer to his goal of vengeance...
He stands at the fairly tall height of 6'1. His build is one of a hard working man that spends his days fighting and training for battle. His eyes are a stormy grey such as the clouds that loom above to ancient architecture of Weather top. He has shoulder length dark brown hair. He has a faded scar going vertically across his right eye in which he received the day his mother died. He carries a large heavy great sword given to him by his grand father when he was just 6 years old. He still remembers his Grand fathers exact words..."One day you will do great things, young Thorovir and when that day comes I want you to be wielding Nimthoron's sword...". That sword he received that day has been past down throughout his family for ages. It was called Lómë-Elen (Dusk Star). It had fine dark blue precious stones encrusted into the fine pure silver hilt, and on the blade you could clearly make out the Sindarin words Mîn I Fuin Ned Annan I Lómë Elen Innas Síla (In the Darkest of Times the Dawn Star will Shine). Thorovir cherishes his family more than anything else, so he can also be seen wearing his Grand father's old navy blue war hauberk. The hauberk bears the Thelyn family crest, the white Eagle. He can also be seen wearing his fathers silver pauldrons. They were forged by the finest of Elven armorers. But his cloak was given to him by his mother. His mother tailored it for him when he was just a boy. Although it did not quite fit him yet when he was a boy, he still wore it, and to this day there is not a time when he is not wearing the blue cloak. Thorovir also owns a fine steed, a Bloodbay horse that was given to him as a gift from Rohan. The horses name is Caran (Red). And Caran has accompanied him throughout nearly all of his travels. But enough of his description...here is where his story begins...
Twas the year 2994 in the Third era. It was a fine Autumn day in the thick forests of Mirkwood, when a baby was born... Saethurin Thelyn, and his wife Anwynn were now parents. It was the happiest day of there lives. There was a large family gathering out at the small cottage in the uncorrupted forest. There were elves nearly every where, but there were some Dwarven friends, some Hobbit friends and many human family members. There was music and laughter. The Dwarves were just enjoying the ale! But all good things must come to an end...the celebration stared to settle down and become peaceful. The time was 11:55. Saethurin gathered the guests over into the nursery in the cottage. For it was time to name the child. All the dwarves started to shout out names.."FALIN!" "BALIN!" "TALIN!" "BORI!" TORI!".Then the Hobbits... "ODO!" "DRODO!" "BODO!" "FODO!". Saethurin hushed them all and said softly to Anwynn.."Love, you must name the child...". Anwynn had always wanted her child to be named after her Grandfather Thorovir. She announced the child's name shall be Thorovir. The crowed cheered and clapped and hollered. The 54th and final day of Iavas (Autumn) marked the day Thorovir had entered the world...
6 years had went by in flash. Saethurin quit his watcher job and went to full fill his dream of becoming a march warden. And so it was. Saethurin was a march warden and Anwynn was still indeed a tailor. Thorovir was now 6 years old but had a very distinct aptitude for reading and writing. He could speak Sindarin and the language of man very fluently and could write runes very well. Later, during Yule. Saethurin had heard that the shadow of Mordor was spreading. He wanted to do something. So he was recruited into a small fellowship of 6 including a man named Balithorn, a dwarf named Gathalith, his elven sister Talis, his woman wife Anwynn, a hobbit named Theodo and himself. He left Thorovir with his grandfather Golwen (wise). moths passed and the fellowship had still not returned. Thorovir was feeling nothing but dread and sorrow. He wanted his parents back home. But his was no disturbance with his training...Aye he was practicing every morning with his sword skills. His grandfather started to recognize his skill. Golwen called upon Thorovir to enter his family tomb. They took a short walk. on the way discussing matters that no 6 year old should have the knowledge to know of. Such as blade craftsmanship, ancient lore and battle. Finally they had made it to the Thelyn family tomb. Moss hung around the tall arch above the entryway. Golwen nodded and they entered. Inside there was large golden coffins decorated with precious stones. There were also ancient evil warding rune around the tomb walls to keep away disturbances. They had now made it into the inner sanctum of the tomb. It was a large room but directly in the center of the room was a very large coffin made out of pure mithril. There was a name carved into it. It said Nimthoron (White Eagle). Thorovir had figured out that this was the tomb that held the founder of the Thelyn family. This place was extremely old. It had unknown trinkets all around the room. But the most noticeable thing was the large great sword that rested on top of the mithril coffin. Golwen gently lifted the sword. "one day you will do great things, young Thorovir and when that day comes I want you to be wielding Nimthoron's sword...". Golwen got onto his knees and lifted the sword above his own head. "You are the youngest descendant of Nimthoron, I believe you are already prepared to receive such a burden." Thorovir picked up the sword. It was surprisingly light for its size. He stoked the blade in amazement. "I ...I can't be entrusted with this!". Then Golwen said softly "Tis your destiny young one.".... One more moth passed... Thorovir was in his room in the cottage admiring the blade that now hung up on his sleeping quarters wall. He heard three knocks upon the door. He rushed to the door thinking it was his parents. He opened the door and..it was nothing but a messenger. "The boat has arrived." said the messenger softly. Thorovir dashed out of the cottage looking for the docks. He eventually found it. The fellowship of six walked out of the ship. But something was wrong. There was only 4 of them. Saethurin approached Thorovir. He gently touched his head to mine. "Lîn emel..." (Your mother...). He took a deep breathe and started to get teary eyed. Then Thorovir softly said "What happened?". Saethurn started t get teary eyed as well. "She...she was killed by a ring wraith". Thorovir had read about the Nazgul before. He started to feel anger amongst his pain. His fists clenched. Saethurin then said "My sister...your aunt was also killed...". Thorovir's rage started to build to a max. Saethurin finally said "I am sending you and your cousin with Gathalith....he will keep you safe..I do not trust anyone else...But you must promise me that you will not go looking for me...". Thorovir nodded. Then Saethurin hugged him and walked out the door....
After 12 years of living in Thorin's Halls, Gathalith had trained him to become a master swordsman. Thorovir was fluent in Sindarin, dwarven runes, Rohirric, Quenya and many other languages. Thorovir had become the ultimate killing machine. His swing with Lómë-Elen could slice a man in half. Thorovir was also apart of the Dunedain rangers. For he knew that path would lead him to the Witch King.
1 year later he quit the Dunedain and went to his Mothers home land of Gondor. He bought a fine home in Minas Tirith with the gold he had been saving and had worked a guardsmen job there.
2 years later he was now 21 years of age. He was preparing to leave Minas Tirith to set off to Bree, for he heard Mercenary work was going well down there. He bought a room in the Prancing Pony and just lived there for a couple months. He chased down Blackwolds for money as a Mercenary.
3 years later he became a master armorer, master swordsman and a fine ale drinker. He had a home in Bree land and was at the time unemployed but he had ALOT of coin that he saved over the years. Twas the day of his birth and he was strolling alone down the greenway towards Bree. He decided to check his mailbox at home. Usually there was nothing in it but black mail and coin demands. But what he found in there was a fine bright white envelope with a bright gold seal on the front. He opened it and read on. "Hmph, it seems to me that someone just wants my skill to do more dirty work". He read on. It said something about vanquishing evil across the lands. Thorovir smiled for he knew this path would surely lead him to the Witch King. "Mother, I will have revenge for you". He read the last part out loud... "Your special talents have caught my my eyes". He skipped a few lines. We welcome you to join the Alliance...He skipped a few more lines... signed Faral. Thorovir smiled and closed the envelope. He then said very softly "This is the beginning of something..."
SUMMARY:
Name: Thorovir
Nickname(s):Thor
Race: Half-Elf
Health: Happy and Well
Age: 24
Birthplace:Mirkwood
Raised in:Minas Tirith
Family: His father is an elf guardsman named Saethurin and his mother is a human Gondorian Healer named Anwynn. At a young age his mother was killed by the Nazgul And Saethurin has been gone for five years looking for vengeance over his wife.
Positive traits: loves to party and is very battle hardened and strong.
Negative traits: Hot headed and accident prone.
Profession:Bounty hunter, Ranger and mercenary
Likes: Anything with alcohol, battle, swimming, sailing, hunting, sparring, singing and being merry.
Dislikes: Dancing, loss, failiure, evil and the Lone-Lands.
Looks: Thor has stormy grey eyes. His hair is dark brown. He has a rather muscular build, His arms look as if he could tear a man apart.
After many exciting adventures, Thorovir was supposedly murdered. He left the Prancing Pony after a nights worth of drink and merriment. He mounted onto his horse and went on his way home. He thought to himself, ''Why don't I take a shortcut, I can barely see straight...May as well be home safe early''. He rode through Beggars Alley with no concern or fear of this terrible neighborhood. He last moments were full of betrayal and anger as he was slain by one of his closest friends...
Days after Thorovir's death, the body disappeared, it was no where to be found. Some say his body was looted and taken away. Others say his body was buried by Gathalith. Or he may have survived. I can tell you this...One of these rumors are true...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Thorovir (Pronounced Thor-Oh-Veer) Is a man of many trades. He was once a heroic Ranger of the Dunedain, he was once a fearless Gondorian watcher and he was a cold blooded Mercenary with his pockets seeping with gold. But things have changed...He was only these things for answers, he was only these things to advance one step closer to his goal of vengeance...
He stands at the fairly tall height of 6'1. His build is one of a hard working man that spends his days fighting and training for battle. His eyes are a stormy grey such as the clouds that loom above to ancient architecture of Weather top. He has shoulder length dark brown hair. He has a faded scar going vertically across his right eye in which he received the day his mother died. He carries a large heavy great sword given to him by his grand father when he was just 6 years old. He still remembers his Grand fathers exact words..."One day you will do great things, young Thorovir and when that day comes I want you to be wielding Nimthoron's sword...". That sword he received that day has been past down throughout his family for ages. It was called Lómë-Elen (Dusk Star). It had fine dark blue precious stones encrusted into the fine pure silver hilt, and on the blade you could clearly make out the Sindarin words Mîn I Fuin Ned Annan I Lómë Elen Innas Síla (In the Darkest of Times the Dawn Star will Shine). Thorovir cherishes his family more than anything else, so he can also be seen wearing his Grand father's old navy blue war hauberk. The hauberk bears the Thelyn family crest, the white Eagle. He can also be seen wearing his fathers silver pauldrons. They were forged by the finest of Elven armorers. But his cloak was given to him by his mother. His mother tailored it for him when he was just a boy. Although it did not quite fit him yet when he was a boy, he still wore it, and to this day there is not a time when he is not wearing the blue cloak. Thorovir also owns a fine steed, a Bloodbay horse that was given to him as a gift from Rohan. The horses name is Caran (Red). And Caran has accompanied him throughout nearly all of his travels. But enough of his description...here is where his story begins...
Twas the year 2994 in the Third era. It was a fine Autumn day in the thick forests of Mirkwood, when a baby was born... Saethurin Thelyn, and his wife Anwynn were now parents. It was the happiest day of there lives. There was a large family gathering out at the small cottage in the uncorrupted forest. There were elves nearly every where, but there were some Dwarven friends, some Hobbit friends and many human family members. There was music and laughter. The Dwarves were just enjoying the ale! But all good things must come to an end...the celebration stared to settle down and become peaceful. The time was 11:55. Saethurin gathered the guests over into the nursery in the cottage. For it was time to name the child. All the dwarves started to shout out names.."FALIN!" "BALIN!" "TALIN!" "BORI!" TORI!".Then the Hobbits... "ODO!" "DRODO!" "BODO!" "FODO!". Saethurin hushed them all and said softly to Anwynn.."Love, you must name the child...". Anwynn had always wanted her child to be named after her Grandfather Thorovir. She announced the child's name shall be Thorovir. The crowed cheered and clapped and hollered. The 54th and final day of Iavas (Autumn) marked the day Thorovir had entered the world...
6 years had went by in flash. Saethurin quit his watcher job and went to full fill his dream of becoming a march warden. And so it was. Saethurin was a march warden and Anwynn was still indeed a tailor. Thorovir was now 6 years old but had a very distinct aptitude for reading and writing. He could speak Sindarin and the language of man very fluently and could write runes very well. Later, during Yule. Saethurin had heard that the shadow of Mordor was spreading. He wanted to do something. So he was recruited into a small fellowship of 6 including a man named Balithorn, a dwarf named Gathalith, his elven sister Talis, his woman wife Anwynn, a hobbit named Theodo and himself. He left Thorovir with his grandfather Golwen (wise). moths passed and the fellowship had still not returned. Thorovir was feeling nothing but dread and sorrow. He wanted his parents back home. But his was no disturbance with his training...Aye he was practicing every morning with his sword skills. His grandfather started to recognize his skill. Golwen called upon Thorovir to enter his family tomb. They took a short walk. on the way discussing matters that no 6 year old should have the knowledge to know of. Such as blade craftsmanship, ancient lore and battle. Finally they had made it to the Thelyn family tomb. Moss hung around the tall arch above the entryway. Golwen nodded and they entered. Inside there was large golden coffins decorated with precious stones. There were also ancient evil warding rune around the tomb walls to keep away disturbances. They had now made it into the inner sanctum of the tomb. It was a large room but directly in the center of the room was a very large coffin made out of pure mithril. There was a name carved into it. It said Nimthoron (White Eagle). Thorovir had figured out that this was the tomb that held the founder of the Thelyn family. This place was extremely old. It had unknown trinkets all around the room. But the most noticeable thing was the large great sword that rested on top of the mithril coffin. Golwen gently lifted the sword. "one day you will do great things, young Thorovir and when that day comes I want you to be wielding Nimthoron's sword...". Golwen got onto his knees and lifted the sword above his own head. "You are the youngest descendant of Nimthoron, I believe you are already prepared to receive such a burden." Thorovir picked up the sword. It was surprisingly light for its size. He stoked the blade in amazement. "I ...I can't be entrusted with this!". Then Golwen said softly "Tis your destiny young one.".... One more moth passed... Thorovir was in his room in the cottage admiring the blade that now hung up on his sleeping quarters wall. He heard three knocks upon the door. He rushed to the door thinking it was his parents. He opened the door and..it was nothing but a messenger. "The boat has arrived." said the messenger softly. Thorovir dashed out of the cottage looking for the docks. He eventually found it. The fellowship of six walked out of the ship. But something was wrong. There was only 4 of them. Saethurin approached Thorovir. He gently touched his head to mine. "Lîn emel..." (Your mother...). He took a deep breathe and started to get teary eyed. Then Thorovir softly said "What happened?". Saethurn started t get teary eyed as well. "She...she was killed by a ring wraith". Thorovir had read about the Nazgul before. He started to feel anger amongst his pain. His fists clenched. Saethurin then said "My sister...your aunt was also killed...". Thorovir's rage started to build to a max. Saethurin finally said "I am sending you and your cousin with Gathalith....he will keep you safe..I do not trust anyone else...But you must promise me that you will not go looking for me...". Thorovir nodded. Then Saethurin hugged him and walked out the door....
After 12 years of living in Thorin's Halls, Gathalith had trained him to become a master swordsman. Thorovir was fluent in Sindarin, dwarven runes, Rohirric, Quenya and many other languages. Thorovir had become the ultimate killing machine. His swing with Lómë-Elen could slice a man in half. Thorovir was also apart of the Dunedain rangers. For he knew that path would lead him to the Witch King.
1 year later he quit the Dunedain and went to his Mothers home land of Gondor. He bought a fine home in Minas Tirith with the gold he had been saving and had worked a guardsmen job there.
2 years later he was now 21 years of age. He was preparing to leave Minas Tirith to set off to Bree, for he heard Mercenary work was going well down there. He bought a room in the Prancing Pony and just lived there for a couple months. He chased down Blackwolds for money as a Mercenary.
3 years later he became a master armorer, master swordsman and a fine ale drinker. He had a home in Bree land and was at the time unemployed but he had ALOT of coin that he saved over the years. Twas the day of his birth and he was strolling alone down the greenway towards Bree. He decided to check his mailbox at home. Usually there was nothing in it but black mail and coin demands. But what he found in there was a fine bright white envelope with a bright gold seal on the front. He opened it and read on. "Hmph, it seems to me that someone just wants my skill to do more dirty work". He read on. It said something about vanquishing evil across the lands. Thorovir smiled for he knew this path would surely lead him to the Witch King. "Mother, I will have revenge for you". He read the last part out loud... "Your special talents have caught my my eyes". He skipped a few lines. We welcome you to join the Alliance...He skipped a few more lines... signed Faral. Thorovir smiled and closed the envelope. He then said very softly "This is the beginning of something..."
SUMMARY:
Name: Thorovir
Nickname(s):Thor
Race: Half-Elf
Health: Happy and Well
Age: 24
Birthplace:Mirkwood
Raised in:Minas Tirith
Family: His father is an elf guardsman named Saethurin and his mother is a human Gondorian Healer named Anwynn. At a young age his mother was killed by the Nazgul And Saethurin has been gone for five years looking for vengeance over his wife.
Positive traits: loves to party and is very battle hardened and strong.
Negative traits: Hot headed and accident prone.
Profession:Bounty hunter, Ranger and mercenary
Likes: Anything with alcohol, battle, swimming, sailing, hunting, sparring, singing and being merry.
Dislikes: Dancing, loss, failiure, evil and the Lone-Lands.
Looks: Thor has stormy grey eyes. His hair is dark brown. He has a rather muscular build, His arms look as if he could tear a man apart.
After many exciting adventures, Thorovir was supposedly murdered. He left the Prancing Pony after a nights worth of drink and merriment. He mounted onto his horse and went on his way home. He thought to himself, ''Why don't I take a shortcut, I can barely see straight...May as well be home safe early''. He rode through Beggars Alley with no concern or fear of this terrible neighborhood. He last moments were full of betrayal and anger as he was slain by one of his closest friends...
Days after Thorovir's death, the body disappeared, it was no where to be found. Some say his body was looted and taken away. Others say his body was buried by Gathalith. Or he may have survived. I can tell you this...One of these rumors are true...
TO BE CONTINUED...