The Trophies of Gondor

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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.
 

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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.
 

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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.
 

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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.
 

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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.
 

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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
 

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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.
 

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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.
 

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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?"
 

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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.
 
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penny took a final puff, took his pipe and motioned with his left hand to tap it empty on the edge of the wagon, revealing his old but military standard sword.

"well im here on *official business, we may be a fair race of people, but the master of this wagon here, the one that belongs to the city, seems to have misplaced some items and has has lost his receipts, a painfully tiresome task to keep note of everything in stock if you ask me, but then again, i am a simple guard"

penny reaches over to give Claire a hands up onto the wagon, when a stray arrow lands two feet from the cart, frozen in the sudden interruption, pennies eyes sharpen on Claire face, reading the emotions and expressions.
she was just as perplexed by this.
both motioned towards the direction of flight of the arrow.

maybe it was instinct, maybe it was training, or even the urge to survive,
both parties leapt from the cart with a hundred or more arrows chasing them down.
the sound of torn trees and leaves, ripping at the air, humming and buzzing, whistling terror from above.

a moment that seemed like an eternity passed, as the dread rain kept falling, penny knew this , penny knew all to clear what was going on, the war had reached the garrison.

moments later, screams of innocent could be heard , and the smell of fresh fires breaking the night sky.
 

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A rush of fear was not something Claire was unfamiliar with but usually it was an angry merchant suddenly missing their wares or some nobleman catching a hint of his gold pouch's weight suddenly lifted from his person. Either way, she had grown quite accustomed to blending into the shadows, finding every little nook and crannie that would afford her juvenile body a safe haven. But NEVER had she been faced with war and an onslaught of showering arrows.

When the guard had glanced at her, she had hoped that her face did not reflect the welling up of fear that she actually felt and whether he did or not was not something that time allowed to contemplate for it seemed imperitive to leapt for cover at that very instant or perish in an untimely death.

"Ma is gonna be soooo livid..." she muttered under her breath as she noticed the rip in the knee of her breeches as she landed soundly on the ground behind the wagon and crouched there with her thin arms encirling her knees. Being the next to the youngest and the only girl of her siblings, Claire had never thought much about frills or laces like she had witnessed adorning some of the other girls of this city. She proudly wore the hand-me-down garments of her brothers and was thankful when they didn't possess too many patches or darnings as it was.

She fingered the hole lightly as she looked over at the guard, his sword drawn and she could see his muscles tense.

Whispering to him, "Are ye gonna fight these vermin or ya want me to show you a safe escape?"
 

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penny was crouching on the ground, peering under the cart, he could see the old brown town horse had been struck by a dozen or so arrow's.
he could just see past the gate through to the main court yard, and saw the old accountant store manager dead near the fountain, it seemed the parade area had been hit the worst.
looking to his left the girl was whimpering and fumbling with her breaches, crying something about her mum.
there was no time, morning was about to break its first light, and he knew the battle plan.
kill and burn the garrison while they slept, slaughter everything around and loot it and before full morning there would be nothing but ashes left.
a swift and cold plan.

Claire whispered.
"Are ye gonna fight these vermin or ya want me to show you a safe escape?"

he knew these gondors were trouble, and that they knew all the places to hide, without hesitation he grabbed the girl, lifted her up and held her under his arm.
she became wild like a beast, kicking and screaming, biting at his hand,
and in one swoop he launched himself from under the carriage and closer to the wall, flinging her seemingly weightless body around as if was a rag-doll.
reached through the window grabbing what supplies he could.
he face was now an inch away from her morning golden glory scrumptious breakiewekies , the sweet golden loaf of fresh bread.

for a moment penny wondered why the temper tantrum had stopped, but he was in a hurry, he had to rush, it would be moment before they swarmed into the court yard to clear the place.

pots and pans fell to the ground with the fumble through knives and spoons.
silencing the desperate plee from clair as he dashed off once again
"i just want the bread, please mister..pleeeeaaaassss...."
her hands reaching out just too late and just not enough, as the distance became greater and greater as he bounded back to the cart, this time flinging her over his shoulder,
using his trusty old carving knife he cut him self strips of leather from the horses braces and girdle, he did not have time to unlatch it, just a swift motion taking what he needed, some iron hoops and straps for hunting and traps in the wilderness if it came to that.

the sound of a horn broke the beating of adrenaline in their ears and focus, silence once again, soon it would be the sound of clashing metal and steal.

ripping the girl from his shoulder penny placed her back onto her feet, and back onto the ground.
"where is this place?! where do we go?!!"
 

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"LET ME GO!" she railed as this guard unceremoniously grabbed her and held her against his side beneath his arm. He had moved swiftly, half the time, Claire was jostled and shook, clinging to his shirt while the rest she attempted to push the strands of hair from her face as she twisted in an attempt to get a full bite into his flesh in hopes that he would drop his hold on her and she could run and disappear into one of her many hiding places.
It was the brief sight of the golden bread that caught her attention enough to stop her struggles against his hold around her waist and she stretched and reached toward the crusty treasure. Her fingertips just grazed the fresh baked surface before he jerked and took off in a dash back along the wall.
With no reply he ignored her pleas and flung her over his shoulder. She dug her little fingers into his back, clawing to both hang on and in hopes of escape.
A horn bellowed causing Claire to cease her struggles against the guard's hold and her heart began to race at what the sound could possibly mean.
ripping the girl from his shoulder penny placed her back onto her feet, and back onto the ground.
"where is this place?! where do we go?!!"
She came soundly to her feet, bracing her boots in the rocky surface as he placed her from him, legs slightly apart. With all her might, she pulled back her right leg and swung it forward in perfect aim to meet her small boot squarely in the center of his shin.
"That's for packin me like a sack of tators!" she ground out almost in a snicker as he grunted in surprise and minimal pain, "...and not getting the bread...!!"
Rolling her eyes, Claire suddenly froze, a small gasp escaping as she witnessed the blood streaming down the sides of the horse and it's knees starting to buckle beneath it. Her eyes flew to the face of the guard and without speaking further, she grabbed his hand and dashed back along the wall.
Several yards along the garrison a small hedge lined the edge of the courtyard and near that a trellis covered fully in vine loomed along the wall. She felt him hesitate but her little hand tugged on his before releasing it and leaping over the hedge, a quick twist and she slid behind the trellis, the greenery so thick that she disappeared from view instantly.
Waiting seconds, she wondered if he would follow, if not, she would vanish through the broken window below ground window without him.
 

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Name: Regal
Age: 26
Race:Gondorian
Skills: novice warrior, librarian
Bio: Born into a middle class family, Regal wanted nothing more than to run the local library. He worked effortlessly to obtain this goal, achieving it at age 20. When the war broke out, he was drafted into service. Despite being a horrible fighter, he was sent to some of the heaviest fighting areas. He knows he can be brought back from death, but he is terrified of the consequences.
(About time I got in here!)
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While the civilian and town guard ran off from the fighting, Regal's battalion handled the aggressors. Regal sighed...he'd been where all the worst fighting was, and it was really starting to make him nervous...he just wanted to get back to his library. He was blasted quite literally out of his thoughts by a ballistition's missile. As he flew through the air he knew he was dead. No one could have survived. He felt the cold sensation of becoming a trophy. He sighed and gave into the pain.

A trophy slammed into the ground beside the black penny as he was about to follow his newfound friend. It depicted a young man holding a book. It seemed out of place on the battlefield.
 

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(oh come on! i'm the only nafainian here! that's not fair! anyway...)
enthk ran through the halls off the garrison, the gondorians had brought in reinforcements and enthk and his comrades were trapped on this side of the river. the gondorian reinforcements had arrived just as enthk and his comrades had been ordered to begin dropping the trophies in the river. the tropies could not be activated if they were underwater, as had been found out at the south coast. enthk ran onto the roof of the garrison and looked at the gondorians. there was only a few of them, but they could easily overpower the small number of nafainians that made it across the river.
 

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penny looked across the horizon, past the lake, he could see in the flickers of the flames men marching, swarming in through the man gates, looting and slaughtering all in its path,
a machine, an animal, driven wild and rage of fury, sweeping across the plain and not even the glimpse of the rising sun could calm them now.

a tickle of energy sprung up besides penny, as a trophy emerged and thudded into the ground.
penny frowned.
"oh man, why me, as if i dont have enough to lug about the place"

Clair had already ducked into the thrush and behind the vines, into what seemed to be an old abandoned underground house, gondorians where master architects and had comfy homes, built into the hill sides, this one seemed long ago abandoned.

he untied his back back and grabbed the trophy with care, not to let it be caught or left behind, he knew what they would do if they found it, and he knew that the poor fellow would need time to gather his thoughts.

placing the trophy in the bag he then tied it up again, fastened the belts and flung in into the broken hidden window.

claire still trying to pear through the window out into the still dark night was caught by a horrible surprise :D
 

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Inside the trophy, Regal's mind was still active. He couldn't see or feel anything, but he was there. He had time to think, and for him, that was golden time. He debated on if he was re-activated what he would do. On one hand, he didn't think that the army would track him back to his library, but if they did he could be tried for treason and dumped in the ocean, never to be seen again. He hated the fighting life...for him utopia was his library, surrounded by his books. Eventually he decided to wait until he was re-activated and go from there...he'd either return to the library or go back to the army depending on who brought him back and where they were. He then turned to another part of his mind and started rereading a book he had memorized.
 

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"RENFRO!!" she gasped just as she realized that the guard had finally stepped behind the trellis and was swing his backpack firmly in short, swift movement as he prepared to release it through the window where she stood.

She leapt to the left, bounding over the small shambles of debris that cluttered that side of the dark room.

A sound thrud echoed behind her as the backpack hit the earthen floor. A sound that did not poise the possiblity that there was only the usual fare within.

Scuffling and a twig snapping caused Claire's head to jerk up, her senses alert and poised deathly still.

Eyeing the backpack in the center of the floor, it's shape defined by a sliver of moonlight that illluminated the small section of the room, she dove quickly across the floor, snagged it tightly within her arms and hugging it tightly to her chest as she leapt back to her feet and sprinted into the side tunnel that lead from the underground hut.

She only went a short distance, skillfully picking her steps so as not to give away her presence when she heard the scuffle in the main room.

Turning to look back into the moonlight room, she saw two nafainian soldiers, weapons raised moving from the opposite tunnel and crouching in wait for the wagon guard.
 
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"Why is it always dark, why cant we have a banquet, oh no, a festival, yes a grand festival for breakfast, why always this ,,this. Dust,, and erk, whats that smell."

She could hear penny was trying to lighten up the moods of moment, but she didn’t answer nor did she make a sound, not to reveal her presence, she could see the silhouette of the soldiers crouching forward.

What could she do,
She knew that within this trophy may be the answer,
Undoing the bag, a slight glimmer came from the bag, the trophy of the godorian was now eliminating the room, the bright blue light was shining of of every reflective object, showing a dusty old study room, with antique book shelves, drawers, map’s on the tables and wall, old paintings and the odd decorative objects godorians would amass and collect.

Penny was now fully aware of the situation, a glimpse of what he had to do,
Reaching out grabbing the book shelf, he hurled its contents at his opponents.
The first was to fall with the clutter, but the second drove through, lunging his sword through the falling debris pinning pennies old torn cloak to the wall.
The nafainian was young and quick, a fresh trained soldier, with new abilities and swordplay, penny would be no mach to the young and swift.
But he had wisdom age and strength on his side, he may be slow, he may be rusty, but he had certainly not forgotten his younger years of training.
He grabbed the nafainian by the neck and started to pound the poor devil in the face with his fist, a knee to the torso to wind him, and then another few blows to the face.
Penny was making short work of this combatatant at this distance,
No wear to wield the sword, no way to move fast with all the armour, and no way to relinquish penny of his grip

With twists and turns, the first nafainian got off the floor and lunged himself at penny, knocking all 3 down onto the ground, now the roles had reversed, being kicked in the stomach, in the kidneys and in the head.
Metal steal shoes from battle armour driving deep into his side.

With each blow, a flash of light sent his nerves and senses into agonizing pain,
Penny lay there, taking the blows one by one, kick by kick, if he was to die, he would at least die by strangling the living hell out of this one.
He grit his teeth together enduring the pain, still holding onto the nafainian’s neck.
But then it became silent, all and everything stopped.
The nafainian fell to the ground, revealing a young gondorian standing behind him, holding what seemed to be a large marble statue.

Elsewhere.
The first sweep of the garrison has been completed; it was now picking off the survivors and looting what they could.
the nafainians set what building still standing on fire , as the commander instructed a few of the loyal troops to the the main square,

“enthk hinss, take this scroll to the city, meet up with lord Decral, explain that the job was a success, we have destroyed the trophies and are now on our way.
I have arranged a wagon cart, some coins and food for a month, these two mind wiped gondorians will help you enter the city unnoticed.
and hurry, you must give the lord the scroll.”

enthk hinss, gave a slight nod, and gazed upon the two mindless gondorians, they could speak they could answer, but were totally under control, they would not eat, they would not drink, so they would only be usefull for the journey there.

Four of the soldiers mounted the salvaged cart, placed hay bails and other product to conceal the troops,
It would be a 3 day journey to the city, something enthk hinss had done many times before in his younger years, but never during the war.
 
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