The Trophies of Gondor

[Lord Regal]

Gondor was a mysterious place. All those who lived outside its borders knew very little about it, other than it kept mostly to itself. However, the land of Gondor was quite special.

Gondorians were probably the most unique people on the planet. They loved to fight, which was nothing unusual, and sparring matches were held every day. However, unlike most sparring matches, these were to the death. When a Gondorian was killed, they turned into a life-size trophy of themselves (ala Super Smash Bros. Brawl). If a person touched the trophy with the intent of freeing them, they would be released from stasis. The reason they never attacked other lands is because they knew this was an unfair advantage, and they did not wish to kill any who did not have that ability.

However, the nearby land of Nafain was on a conquest to rule the continent, and as they had conquered all other nations, they laid siege to Gondor. The Gondorians had no choice but to attack.

Rules:

No Godmodding: If you're a Gondorian, you can come back to life after being killed, but you must be touched by someone else with the intent of freeing you, otherwise you're stuck.
If you choose NOT to be a Gondorian, you do so at your character's peril, because of the next rule:
KILLING OTHER CHARACTERS IS ALLOWED. This is because the Gondorians can come back. You may also have your character be killed if you wish, although if you're a Gondorian you must wait for another character to free you. If you're not a Gondorian, you can create a new character once your old one dies.
THIS IS NOT SSBB! I merely took the trophy idea from that game. This takes place in Medieval times, so no plumbers or Spacemen or anything like that...keep in character.
HAVE FUN!

Bio sheet:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Skills:
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my character is pending.

[tigermite]

Name: enthk hinss
Age: 26
Gender: male
Race: nafainian
Skills: warrior
Bio: as a child, enthk was always in awe of the great warriors of the world, and as soon as he got a chance to enroll in the nafainian army, he accepted it with glee. he fought in the many of the battles in the quest to rule the continent. now, as the seige of gondor begins, he is fighting on the outskirts of the lands of the gondorians. he is armed with a sword, a kukris and a large round shield with a spiked boss.

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enthk marched with the rest of his legion in the classic nafainian 'spearhead' formation towards a gondorian garrison on the other side of the great yhrusk river, the only thing separating the two kingdoms, he was in the front row, and as he reached the waters edge, he crouched down, putting the sheild in a position that would cover his body, behind him, the second row stood tall, with their shields resting on top of those of the front row, form an inpenetrable wall of shields. the archers in the third row fired, sending a hail of arrows towards the gondorian defenders, he heard screams, but he knew that even if at least one gondorian survived, he or she revive the entire garrison in a matter of minutes.

[Yogitchalondu]

Name: Kabunta Uhu
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Race: Gondorian
Skills:Agility
Bio: Kabunta had always been quick. As a child, noone would race with him since they all knew that he would win. This made him ideal for the militia, being that he could easily zip anywhere and revive a fallen teammate. His armaments were few, for he barely used them. His main focus was to avoid enemy fire and reach the casualties.

[tigermite]

the order came to advance, and enthk and his comrades charged into the river, they waded through the shallows and climbed up onto the other bank. enthk ran to the wall of the garrison and tried to flatten himself onto it as the archers let loose yet another hail of arrows.

[masterofwar101]

Name:Eldwins Gondison
Age:19
Gender:Male
Race:Nafain
Skills:Swordsmanship & Archery
Bio:As a young child Eldwins or known as Eld was always fighting with his friends.When he got older it turned into brawls,swordfights and even killing for money.His father was killed by a Gondorian.His mother died of a fever.His siblings died in a rush to get out of a market.

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Eld crouched down beside a crate.He took his bow and an arrow from his back.He put himself in position and aimed for the one thing that could kill a Gondorian.Being crushed by a bell.A new bell was being inserted in a church when the war began.It was hanging loosely, but securely.Not for long thought Eld.He released the arrow and watched it soar in the air."Cmon" Eld muttered as he returned to his hiding place avoiding the gaze of a Gondorian.He heard the rope split.A second later there was a clang as the bell hit the cround.The three Gondorians were instantly crushed and aswell were strangely not turned into Trophies.This must mean their weakness is being crushed by something huge.

[grimhunter]

Name: grimy
Age:6
Gender:male
Race:mole
Skills:digging / magic

Grimy is a mole magician - fought his was out of a high security prison in gondor at the age of 5 and has been robbing gondorians for about a year - hes a mercenary and sleeps underground - hard to find and kill - lots of traps

[tigermite]

enthk ran into the garrison, there was gondorian trophies everywhere. he knew that they'd have to be destroyed quickly. but that wasn't his task. he walked through them. being careful not to touch any.

[CinClaire]

Name: Claire
Age: 8
Race: Gondorian
Skills: pickpocket, hide-n-seek and not too shabby at tossin' a dagger.
Bio: After her father seemingly disappeared one night and had not yet returned, Claire's mother had sent her children out to fend off the streets and help support the family's simple existance. During this time, Claire had grown wiser as the months had passed and her skills had improved greatly. She listened to the elder warriors from her hiding places and sometimes gasped at what she heard but she was quiet as a mouse so as not to give away her presence. Now the rumor was......war.......and right within their midst...

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Claire sniffed the air and a slight twitch of her lip threatened to break into a smile.

..yup...fresh baked bread, I be thinkin'...there is me breakfast...just waitin' and beggin' for me to taste it.. she thought as her tongue flicked out and licked her lips in anticipation.

Yet as she prepared to make her dash across the clearing toward the open window of the garrison's kitchens where the golden loaves of bread lay out to be cooled, arrows flew past in a whizzing sound and she ducked back behind the old wagon and hunkered down deeper into the shadows, holding her breath and watching.

[the black penny]

Name: the black penny
Age: 35
Race:Gondorian
Skills: sword wielder, forward guard, fighter.
Bio: from the poor slums he managed to become recruited by the forward guard, the first of many to go into battle and normally die for there country as being part of the initial shove, but he survived, snow storm, dessert weather, he has seen all weapons and means of death a young soldier could imagine.
after his tour he was rewarded with a medal of bravery, only 3000 members managed to get that medal of the total of 100,000 forward guards, only 3000 had survived.
he now works a humble job as a town guard.
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a lights breaks the darkness, and the smell of fresh sulphur and match sparks the protection and cover of night.
sitting on top of the wagon, penny lit up his pipe.
he took a few puffs, then lit it once again to get a good burn.
he smiled as he opened his eyes, he was now peering directly at a terrified creature in the corner that had obviously been spotted.
"so what brings you here?"

[CinClaire]

Her eyes blinked twice, wide and fretful when she heard the guard speak but putting on her best tough-face, Claire reached up, pushing a strand of hair from her face, puffed out her chest and squared her shoulders, thus causing the sleeves of her nearly outgrown shirt to ride upward on her forearms.

"I could be askin' ye the same" she said hesitantly until she spied his smile. Eyeing the spirals of burning tobacco and knowing the pretty price it would bring in the underground market, she decided to get a bit closer.

"Is it true what they be sayin'.....about the war, I mean..." she asked as she cocked her head and tucked her booted foot into the rungs of the wagon's wheel and extending her hand upward, waiting expectantly.