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Non-Star Wars Role-Playing / A Long Journey
« on: February 07, 2011, 10:27:59 PM »
The year is 1874. In the Colony of Natal, the world is a powder keg. While restless Boers and enroaching Zulu impis threaten the frontiers, Europeans flock to the coast, searching for gold, glory, and big game.

Amidst this turmoil, Canadian hunter, Crimean War veteran, and translator Richard Braddock scrounges a living on the veldt. But his peaceful life is about to be shattered once more. From Durban, a company of European adventurers and thier entourage have come, seeking to experience the Dark Continent as theu know it. Amidst blood, tragedy, and black magic, life for Braddock and those whom he guides, will never be the same.


other characters MUST be European. Not nessecarily British, but from the Continent.

((I'm dead set on making this one work))

"]Name: Richard Braddock
Age: 36
Appearance::http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn48/Fingolfin_2008/RichardBraddock2-1.jpg
Personality: Richard is a friendly man by nature, but he views newly arrived Europeans as a liability, and is slow to trust them. He has several native and Boer companions, and has only loose ties to the British Empire. Richard also has a long-lasting hate for leopards, after losing a close friend to one while on safari. Since then, he has shot them on sight.
Armament: .416 Gibbs-Farquharson rifle carried for dangerous game. Braddock also owns a .455 Webley howdah pistol, and a 12-gauge shotgun.




Other: Richard wears a light cotton shirt and khaki drill bush jacket and trousers. He wears leather riding boots with reinforced ankles and shins to protect against snakebites, and a felt slouch hat in appropriate weather, but also goes bareheaded, using the hat as a gun rest.[/quote]

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Non-Star Wars Role-Playing / WWI RPG
« on: November 03, 2010, 08:53:24 PM »
Would anyone be interested in playing as a Commonwealth soldier in the Great War?

Starting in 1916, I would likely place us in the Canadian Corps,holding against Gas at Ypres, the whole of the Somme, taking Vimy Ridge, and liberating Belgium up to November 11th.

Anyone game?

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Right, I figured I should give this a whack..

~Character Sheet~

Name:
Rank:
Age:
Weapons*:
Physical Description:
Biography:
Decorations:



Name: Charles 'Mad Charlie' Goddington
Rank: Captain
Age: 29
Weapons: A pair of pistols, 1796 Pattern Infantry Sabre, Folding knife, Sword Cane (carried on formal occasions)
Physical Description:http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:5slMKGbfZmyrUM:http://www.compleatseanbean.com/mainsharpepic.jpg
Biography: Born to a wealthy family in Sussex, Charles's wealth and status kept him out of military service. Marrying a woman of good standing for money, Charles's life was, outwardly, one to die for. However, his wife Laura was anything but kindly, and Charles spent more and more time away from his holdings. However, one night he returned from a trip nearly a week early, and found that his wife had remained unfaithful. In a blind fit of rage, he challenged his wife's lover to a duel, with sabres as the weapon of choice. Though he won, the duel was to first blood. In a burst of anger, Charles ignored the rule, and cut down his rival with a sabre blow, killing him. Deemed dishonourable and forfiet,  Laura and her lover's family reduced Charles to financial ruin, taking nearly everything he owned.

Making his way west, Charles eventually took up his father's commission as Captain in the 136th Regiment of Foot, just as war in Portugal broke out.

Decorations: None

~the 136th Regiment of Foot~

Raised in Cumberland, the 136th, or 'Greensides' as they are nicknamed due to thier facings, has seen little service, and is being deployed for the first time. Commanded by Colonel James Pierce, the 136th is a Regiment commanded by the wealthy, and manned by the drunk, dishonourable, and poor of Cumberland. Despite this, the men of the Greensides are some of the best fighters in the Army.






*Weapons MUST be appropriate. A Redcoat would not carry a shotgun, a cutlass, etc.

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Role-Playing / RPG Awards
« on: April 11, 2009, 07:47:47 PM »
I propose we have a series of annual RPG Awards, that are voted by RPG Members. For such things as:
-Best RPG Idea
Nominees:
-Secret Service Clone Commandos
-War of the Angedain
- Fight for Survival
WINNER::TIE: Secret Service Clone Commandos, War of the Angedain

-Best New RPG(6 months or less)
Nominees:
-Secret Service Clone Commandos
-Fight for Survival 2: Sins of the Father
-LAAT/i
WINNER: Fight for Survival 2: Sins of the Father

-Best RPG Character
Nominees:
-Par'droten Net'aar'cha'dab-Fight for Survival
-N-1 Commander Ryder-Cuy'val Dar Series
-Hot Drop-Secret Service Clone Commandos
-Jori-Secret Service Clone Commandos
-Hush-Secret Service Clone Commandos
-T-Secret Service Clone Commandos
-Eagle-Secret Service Clone Commandos
-King Turwaithion Findecanoion-War of the Angedain
WINNER: :TIE: N-1 Commander Ryder- Cuy'val Dar Series; King Turwaithion Findecanoion-War of the Angedain

-Best Inital RPG Plot
Nominees:
-War of the Angedain
-Fight for Survival
-LAAT/i
-Secret Service Clone Comandos
-Lament of the Dead
-Jedi Twilight
WINNER: War of the Angedain

-Best RPG Post
Nominees:
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After everyone went inside, i said "A few years ago i fell in love and got married to a girl named Parjir. After two years we found out she was pregnant and went to Coroscant to see a doctor for a checkup.  While we were there someone started trying to kill me. After two days of dogding sniper shots we found the Chakaar and came up behind him. After asking him why he was trying to kill me, he fell to his knees and started begging me not to kill him. When he said he had kids, I let my gaurd down for half a second, because i knew how he felt.  He had a pistol in his pant pocket, and Parjir didnt know that I had Beskar plates under my clothes, so he pulled out the pistol and aimed it at me. I was going to let him shoot me and then blast him to pieces, but Parjir didnt know about my armor so she pushed me out of the way of the bolt and took it strait in the chest.  I ripped the guys finger off and knocked him out. Then I rushed over to Parjir and i picked her up, and she looked at me and said "I love you". Then...(sniff)," I take my helmet off and I am crying. You are amazed because you've never seen Adenn show any emotion like that. Then after gaining composure, i say "She died. she died right there in my arms. I went over to the guy and nearly ripped his arm off, because i twisted it so much. Then I took him here and here he has been ever since; in my torture chambers." Then i put my head in my hands and start crying again.

[Assorted posts by Drake Vhett]

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Elock scowled as Web's gall. It would do no good for him to be beaten to a pulp. The squad was shoved into holding cells in a dropship, and knocked unconcious.
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Elock awoke in a holding cell. The electro-field rippled as the door opened to the small, dimly-lit room. "-vu'traat." he heard, looking up as a pair of Mandos, one in red armour, the other in gold, entered the room. "You're certain?" the commander asked, turning to the mando in red armour. "Completely, Commander Wasuur." he replied, nodding. Wasuur examined Elock, beaten and kneeling in a cell, before motioning the sergeant away. "Leave us," Wasuur said, tapping the controls on the cell's torture field. Waves of harsh electricity tore through his body, forcing a cry from him as convulsions wracked him. Wasuur shut the filed off suddenly. and that harsh metallic voice cracked the air like a whip. "So, Major Shcor. You've earned a reputation amongst us. Your attack on Suurja caused a stir in the ranks. And to think, we have underestimed you. Even with intel. Reliable intel." the Commander said, turning to pace the room idly. "Your squad seems to think that they will be able to break out. But this is a Mandalorian capital ship. Even with taking Iziz, we're still capable of killing you in a heartbeat."

Elock struggled, then stood. Iziz was gone. And he knew what would happen to the soldiers. All he could do was pray that Miriel had made it out. He set his jaw and scowled. "You'll never get information out of me, Mandalorian scum. And as for your intel, it's useless. I've never known a Mando in my life."

Wasuur laughed. "Oh? I think not, Major. You see, this invasion has ben in the making for nearly two decades. And we are not all brute force. We planned. We knew you would pose a challenge. So, we sent one of our finest to Onderon. She intercepted you. Caught your eye. I'm suprised you didn't notice. You always were sharp. And then, Major, you married her. You poured your heart out to her. You acknowledged plans, sentiments. And when the time was right, we struck. And you, you never saw your wife again, did you?" Wasuur asked, the gold armoured head tilting mockingly.

"You lie." Elock said, spitting into the field. "Miriel would never-"

"You don't understand, do you?" Wasuur asked, and then the helmet came off.

Elock shook his head. "No." was all he could say. He knew that face all to well. Miriel Crandon, Onderonian lieutenant, and his wife, stood in front of him, in the armour of a Mandalorian General.

"Suprised? I'm not. You always thought the best of people, Elock. And now look. The one you trusted most. An enemy spy the entire time." Wasuur strode over to the contols and gave Shcor another wave of electricity. This time longer and of a higher voltage.

He fell over, shaking his head. "Traitor." he snarled. "You filthy hu'tuun." he growled, using the only Mando profanity he knew. Wasuur's gauntleted hand had shot through the field and grabbed him before he could blink, hauling him upright, so close that sweat running down his nose sizzled against the field..

"Call me a coward again, Elock. Go on." she said, drawing her sidearm.

Elock repeated the curse, and found himself dragged painfully through the field. Miriel headbutted him and proceeded to beat the daylight out of him. Finally, she spat on his prone form and left, taking her helmet with her and leaving Elock to recover.

WINNER:Noldorin Mando~
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Elock scowled as Web's gall. It would do no good for him to be beaten to a pulp. The squad was shoved into holding cells in a dropship, and knocked unconcious.
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Elock awoke in a holding cell. The electro-field rippled as the door opened to the small, dimly-lit room. "-vu'traat." he heard, looking up as a pair of Mandos, one in red armour, the other in gold, entered the room. "You're certain?" the commander asked, turning to the mando in red armour. "Completely, Commander Wasuur." he replied, nodding. Wasuur examined Elock, beaten and kneeling in a cell, before motioning the sergeant away. "Leave us," Wasuur said, tapping the controls on the cell's torture field. Waves of harsh electricity tore through his body, forcing a cry from him as convulsions wracked him. Wasuur shut the filed off suddenly. and that harsh metallic voice cracked the air like a whip. "So, Major Shcor. You've earned a reputation amongst us. Your attack on Suurja caused a stir in the ranks. And to think, we have underestimed you. Even with intel. Reliable intel." the Commander said, turning to pace the room idly. "Your squad seems to think that they will be able to break out. But this is a Mandalorian capital ship. Even with taking Iziz, we're still capable of killing you in a heartbeat."

Elock struggled, then stood. Iziz was gone. And he knew what would happen to the soldiers. All he could do was pray that Miriel had made it out. He set his jaw and scowled. "You'll never get information out of me, Mandalorian scum. And as for your intel, it's useless. I've never known a Mando in my life."

Wasuur laughed. "Oh? I think not, Major. You see, this invasion has ben in the making for nearly two decades. And we are not all brute force. We planned. We knew you would pose a challenge. So, we sent one of our finest to Onderon. She intercepted you. Caught your eye. I'm suprised you didn't notice. You always were sharp. And then, Major, you married her. You poured your heart out to her. You acknowledged plans, sentiments. And when the time was right, we struck. And you, you never saw your wife again, did you?" Wasuur asked, the gold armoured head tilting mockingly.

"You lie." Elock said, spitting into the field. "Miriel would never-"

"You don't understand, do you?" Wasuur asked, and then the helmet came off.

Elock shook his head. "No." was all he could say. He knew that face all to well. Miriel Crandon, Onderonian lieutenant, and his wife, stood in front of him, in the armour of a Mandalorian General.

"Suprised? I'm not. You always thought the best of people, Elock. And now look. The one you trusted most. An enemy spy the entire time." Wasuur strode over to the contols and gave Shcor another wave of electricity. This time longer and of a higher voltage.

He fell over, shaking his head. "Traitor." he snarled. "You filthy hu'tuun." he growled, using the only Mando profanity he knew. Wasuur's gauntleted hand had shot through the field and grabbed him before he could blink, hauling him upright, so close that sweat running down his nose sizzled against the field..

"Call me a coward again, Elock. Go on." she said, drawing her sidearm.

Elock repeated the curse, and found himself dragged painfully through the field. Miriel headbutted him and proceeded to beat the daylight out of him. Finally, she spat on his prone form and left, taking her helmet with her and leaving Elock to recover.




-Best Character Sheet
WINNER: King Turwaithion: War of the Angedain

-Best RPGer
Nominees
-Drake Vhett
-Mereel Skirata
-Noldorin Mando
-N-11 Captain Ordo
WINNER: Drake Vhett

-Best New RPGer (5 RPGs or less)
Nominees:
-Corr Ordo
-Ardent Ori'Teroch
-Cassa Mir'dala'kotep
WINNER: Corr Ordo

-Best RPG Series
Nominees:
-War of the Angedain
-Cuy'val Dar
-Fight for Survival
-Secret Service Clone Commandos
WINNER: Cuy'val Dar

-Most Joined RPG
Nominees:
-Secret Service Clone Commandos: Roping Into The Abyss
-Fight For Survival
-Fight for Survival 2
-Cuy'val Dar 1

WINNER: Secret Service Clone Commandos: Roping Into The Abyss

-Shortest RPG
Nominees:
-Clone Wars: Opposing Sides
-Battle of Kashyyyk
WINNER: Clone Wars: Opposing Sides

-Longest RPG
Nominees:
-Fight for Survival
-Secret Service Clone Commandos
WINNER: Fight for Survival

Most Improved RPGer
Nominees:
-1199 Oronk
-Unit 899
-Corr Ordo
-Ky'ram Parjai'kote
WINNER: Unit 899


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Fanfiction / SPOG: Noldorin Mando
« on: January 27, 2009, 05:49:57 PM »
                                                        SPOG-Noldorin Mando

      -Squad Member Bios will be along within the week.



Chapter I

                                      Gunship 17 of K Wing, Rodarbal atmosphere
                                                                 279 Days ABG

    Forr turned to us with his rifle in his left hand. His other was clutching the support webbing in the larty's troop bay. He rolled his neck on his shoulders and shrugged, his blue-lit T-visor glaring at us with impersonality. "Well, boys?" He asked, jerking his head to the green and tawny blur beneath us.

    Rez slapped a clip into his DC-17 before answering. "Looks real nice, Sarge. Sure won't after we're all done here, but I'd spend a few days of R and R here."

    We all laughed. Our mission of the commandos of Kami Squad was, theorectically, simple. All we had to do was locate the Seperatist forces, capture or kill Republic traitor and Seperatist General Bel'kav, and then blow his compound into the Rim. Of course, Padawan Commander Jel had failed to mention the painfully obvious AA fire, amongst other things. 'git.' I thought.

    Our new ordnance man, Jensen, swore in mando'a as a shell exploded nearer than was comfortable. "Osik." he muttered as he was thrown over. He stood, secured his grip on the webbing, and checked over his kit.

    "You all right there, vod?" I asked, the unfamiliar word rough on my tongue, even in a sarcastic context.

    Jensen' helmet turned to face me for a count of five, a sign that he was contemplating murder. And to include the fact that he disregarded his 360-degree view capabilities, it made him all the more threatening. We all knew Dred Priest had been a cold barve, but it was our first time with one of his batch. Jensen had only been with us a couple weeks, but he'd alreadly attacked Rez, an offence that our training sergeant had thrashed him for. Sergeant Deg'an was never one to be messed with, a talent she had learnt from her Nikto step-father, our previous Sarge. Until he had his brains blown out in a training accident, that was. I turned my mind back to Jensen, who had ejected his vibroblade and was holding it point down. "Ne'shab'rud ni." He growled, then relaxed slightly.

    "Closing on IP." Forr called, snapping us back into the big picture. The bay doors, closed due to the flak, slid back to bathe us in light again.

    "Alright boys, let's show them the Republic's finest." I said, cocking my DC. My ranks as Kami's XO also gave me the position of loadmaster.

    Forr had his knees bent and his weight shifted. "Steady, boys." He said, his voice calm as ever. The gunship plummeted into a sharp dive, then levelled out suddenly a metre over the ground, then repulsors flattening the long grass. "Go, go, go!" He barked. I took two strides across the bay and jumped.

    As soon as my feet hit the ground, I moved aside and raised my DC. Rex jumped, followed by Jensen. Forr slapped the larty's frame and leapt. The grey-painted gunship took off, and I saw one of the bubble-turret gunners give us a thumbs up. That was before a AAA shell turned him and the rest of the gunship into a flaming wreck.

    The force and proximity of the explosion knocked us off our feet. Our training kicked in and we rolled onto our backs and moved away. Even with an ordnance-filled back, we were still more veunerable with our vitals exposed. The larty crashed somewhere behind us.

    "Shab." Jensen growled as he crawled away with the rest of us to the cover of the treeline. "Of all the shabla times." He swore again.

    "Suck it up and stow it, Jensen." Forr said harshly, though I thought I could make out a quiet frack between our sergeant's breaths. Evidently having your gunship shot down was a new experience for Jensen, while it was just another run-of-the-mill occourence for us.

    "Everyone alright?" I asked when we finally made it to cover, unaccosted. I switched my visor mode to infrared as we did.

     Muttered acknowledgements gave me the answers I needed. Forr wired a map of the locale into our HUDs, and highlited a point with a red dot. "The Sep compound is about 20 klicks away to the south-west. Remember, we need Bel'kav alive, if possible. Palps and Windu will want a chat with him." Forr finished, then removed the map and gave us the 'form up' hand signal.

"Let's spoil thier entire day." Rez said, then we headed off.

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Role-Playing / War of the Angedain- Part 2: Dissent and Desolation
« on: December 10, 2008, 07:27:19 PM »


26 BBY- Five years have passed since the Dor-Morgil Eldar made war upon the Death Watch and Kuat. In that time, both sides have been handed crushing defeats and monumentous victories. With the loyalties of the Fëanorian Eldar split, the Eldar shun thier brethren after an assasination attempt on the life of thier king, Turwaithion. The war has laid waste to Mandalore and Kuat, and the Elven world of New Lorien has been fought for for two years. The Eldar have fought to avenge the deaths of thier brothers in arms and the murdered Princess Alassiel. Her father and brother, Princes Megildurion and Beriothien, have fought the Death Watch-Kuati Alliance brutally. More than once, King Turwaithion has ordered them away from laying waste to worlds. Prince Adenn Tracyn, a True Mandalorian veteran, has served bravely along his brother-in-law and nephew, and proved himself a hero a dozen times over.

However, the Elves suffered a blow with the loss of Talyc Rinion, a peredhel who was raised a Mandalorian. Outnumbered and outmaneuvered, Talyc dealt death to each of his opponents, and earned a legacy of fear and ferocity in the hearts of the Death Watch. Now, his great-great-great-great-great-grandson, Akeen Rinion, wields Talyc's swords against the Death Watch, thirsting for vengeance.

The Death Watch, led by Adenn's brother Kad, have a single aim: to destroy the Elven race, by any means nessecary. After the assasination of Alassiel was discovered to be preformed by several high-ranking Death Watch, the Elves have left no prisoners in any battle they fight against the Dagnir Mereel, as the Death Watch are called in Sindarin. Kad himself, views Adenn as a traitor, and has attempted to kil him in the past by numerous means.

The Fëanorian Elves, now led by Asatare Daeronion, son of the traitorous Captain of the Royal Guard, have waged a bloody war of both espionage and open rebellion against the Elven crown, using every Kinslaying as proof of Turwaithion's evil. Even now, dissent spreads amongst the Eldar as thier King leads the war effort on Shogun.

The Kuat, fueled by thier Drive Yards, are engaged in a corporate war to eliminate competition from the Elven Shipyards. Sonn after the War began, Admiral Beriothien laid seige to Kuat, and several bloody battles have resutlted in stalemate as Feanorian spies within the Elven Fleet ensure Kuat's temporary survival.

Battered and weary, the Royal Family go on leave to the forest world of Dororn, to recuperate for a week before the front is regained. Only General Megildurion stays back, his lust for Mandalorian blood insatible.

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Role-Playing / War of the Angedain- Part 1: The Revelation
« on: November 11, 2008, 08:18:29 PM »
31 BBY- The Jedi are flourishing, the Republic Classic era is in full swing. The Elves have just released a new Capital Ship class, the Elenrist. However, the prototypes have gone missing. Puzzled, King Turwaithion sends a newly trained group of Rangers to investigate, but they lose contact with them a week later. A search party is sent, and they are last heard from in the midst of a battle. Pirates are suspected, so Turwaithion sends a battle fleet to put an end to the conflict. When the fleet arrives, nothing is found, so they are recalled. However, a week later, the bodies of the search party are found on Mandalore, along with the ships. Found to be killed with Mandalorian weapons, Turwaithion calls an emergency council to avoid going to war against his son-in-law. Amongst those present are the leading members of the Royal Guard, Mandalorians, and several Auregul masters, along with the High Elven Command and the Royal Family.

My Character

Forum Name: Noldorin Mando
Name: Turwaithion
Age: 11, 807
Race: Noldorin Elf
Height: 6' 11''
Family: Wife Silwen, son Megildurion, daughter Narwen, and granddaughters Alassiel Megildurionsell, Idrial Megildurionsell, and grandson Beriothien Megildurionion
Physical Description: Pale, grey eyes with blue flecks. He has a scar along the left side of his face from an orc blade, and has a prosthetic hand from a duel with a fallen Auregul.
Garb: He wears a grey elven cloak, and Noldorin Armour forged of beskar, though he shuns a helmet. As the High King of the Dor-Morgil Eldar, he wears an intricate mithril circlet.
Weapons: An elven sword made by the Noldor, originally his Father's. A Sindarin Longbow with beskar tipped arrows, and an Echani Blaster Rifle
Personality: Turwaithion is a rather grave Elf, who is rarely amused and distrustworthy of strangers. He is rather jovial amongst companions, however.
Homeland: Doriath
History: Turwaithion was born to Lord Findecano and Lady Narwen of the Noldor during the crossing of the Helcaraxe. After his father, a Lore master of Feanor, was killed in the Dagor-nuin-Giliath, Turwaithion, his mother, and his father’s companions fled to Doriath, where they were sheltered by King Thingol. When Turwaithion came of age, he joined the Doriath Marchwardens, where he served for several centuries. Shortly before the Dagor Bragollach, Turwaithion captained a group of soldiers from Doriath and across the Misty Mountains to form a small squad of soldiers, commandos of their day. However, they arrived too late to receive orders. When Turwaithion and his troops arrived, they had only the burning of Ard-Galen to look upon. By the time they made it to the fray from the Hithlum border, Fingolfin was dead, and the Siege of Angband was broken. Now without a purpose, Turwaithion dispersed the group after the coronation of King Fingon, and returned to Doriath.

Upon his return from 10 years on the front, Turwaithion met an Elf woman named Silwen. During his leave, the two fell in love, and were betrothed shortly before Turwaithion returned to active duty. His travels, upon hearing of the Union of Maedhros, took him once again to Hithlum. There, he joined Fingon’s Army, and fought during the Nírnaeth Arnoediad Barely escaping the massacre, he linked up with Beleg Cuthalion and Mablung, with whom her served again on the borders of Doriath.

When he returned to Menegroth, it was to defend it. When the Dwarves of Nogrod assaulted the halls, Turwaithion was amongst the Wardens tasked with evacuating the civilians. After he had saved as many as he could, he helped drive out the Dwarves from the outer halls with another conginent of Wardens. After several weeks, he found Silwen’s group, and the two were married. When Dior, son of Luthien, came to Doriath and restored it, Turwaithion and his son Megildurion, barely an adult, both served him as guards of Menegroth. The pair fought valiantly against the Sons of Feanor when they sacked Doriath, but were driven back by the Kinslayers. Fleeing the field with Silwen, Megildurion and his daughter Narwen, Turwaithion dwelt in the Mouths of the Sirion, until the Sons of Feanor struck there, as well. After being driven from their homes, Turwaithion and his family sailed to the Isle of Balar, dwelling there until the Host of the Valar destroyed Morgoth’s army in the War of Wrath, where he was stuck by Earendil’s ship, Vingilote.

After Turwaithion and Megildurion returned from that battle, they followed Galadriel and her folk to Lindon, and later to Lothlorien. Fighting in the War of the Elves and Sauron, Turwaithion and Megildurion returned battered by the war to fight alongside their comrades from Lothlorien and the Men of Numenor in the War of the Last Alliance.

After the War, Turwaithion and Silwen left Narwen in Lothlorien, and left with Megildurion and his family to Imladris, where they dwelt under the rule of Elrond Peredhel. Turwaithion adjusted to a life without war gradually, and eventually rejoiced in peace. But, when Sauron rose again, Turwaithion and Megildurion rode to Lothlorien to defend it, and later fought in the Siege of Dol-Guldur. After the War of the Ring, Narwen, Turwaithion and Silwen, and Megildurion and his wife Arasinya dwelt in Ithilien with the Elves of Eryn Lasgalen. After the death of King Elessar, Turwaithion dwelt in Osgiliath, helping with the city’s reconstruction. After the death of King Eldarion, a Maia sailed into Ithilien, and helped Turwaithion build such a ship, not a seafaring vessel at all, based off one that had fallen into the Sea centuries ago. By 230 F.A., Turwaithion gathered his kin and made the first inter-stellar journey, eventually crashing on Corellia.

Shocked with what he found, Turwaithion spent the next years learning Basic, and, with a Corellian vessel, travelled to Coruscaunt. There, in front of the Galactic Senate, he declared his people and his name to the Galaxy at large. After Megildurion asked to return to Ambar and bring news of their discovery, Turwaithion granted his son permission, and within weeks, 500 Eldar returned with Megildurion. The next centuries were spent creating treaties and acquiring more worlds to settle. Turwaithion was declared King of the Eldar in the Dor-Morgil, as the Galaxy was to be called. After treating with the Wookiees and Mandalorians, Turwaithion found that several of his people were fit to be Jedi, whom the Order accepted.

By the time the Great Sith War erupted, the Elves were a powerful force in the Galaxy. Fighting against their Mandalorian allies with the Republic. Turwaithion himself discovered a group of Elven Jedi who had fallen, and he led a bloody campaign against them. By the end of the war, the Jedi and Republic were devastated, and Turwaithion destroyed the Mandalorian treaty personally.

When the Mandalorians attacked 20 years later, Turwaithion led his army to battle, and insulted the Jedi for their dithering while innocents died. While the Eldarin Jedi and the Revanchists fought along side the Republic, Turwaithion led the defence of the Outer Rim, holding off a flanking fleet throughout the war. With Megildurion as General of the Eldarin Army and his son Beriothien as Admiral of the Eldarin Fleet, Turwaithion as Commander-in-Chief, the Mandalorians were routed. After Malachor V, in which 25 000 Eldarin fighters perished, the Elves withdrew their treaties, and faced war alone.

 When the Jedi Civil War erupted, Turwaithion led the Dagnir Morgul, a force of the Eldarin Army tasked with destroying fallen Elven Jedi. After losing his left hand to a fallen Master, Turwaithion ordered Beriothien to lay waste to the Morgul training world, an order that was promptly obeyed. When Revan was redeemed by the Jedi Council, Turwaithion protested, saying that he should have been killed outright by the Jedi, that the risk of his second fall was too great. When he was ignored, the Elf withdrew his support of the Order, which he now knew to be feeble and over-political. All 300 Eldarin Jedi left the Order after the Civil War, and established the Auregul, their own Order, on Kashyyyk, with the Wookiee’s permission. After the end of the War, Turwaithion treated with the Wookiees and left inter-galactic politics to his granddaughter Alassiel, Beriothien’s sister.

For several millennia, Turwaithion governed his people with Silwen by his side, perfectly happy to dwell in peace. After Canderous Ordo set out looking for trading partners, Turwaithion negotiated a careful treaty and alliance with the Mandalore. As the years progressed, the Elves flocked to Turwaithion’s banner. In 33 BBY, 3 million Elves inhabited the Eldarin worlds, and several Half-Elven houses had sprung up. It was in that year that Turwaithion’s daughter Narwen wed a man by the name of Adenn Mereel Tracyn, a Mandalorian veteran with Corellian ties. With such an alliance made, Turwaithion was obliged to fight with Mandalore Jaster Mereel during the Mandalorian Civil War. After Galidraan, Turwaithion turned his forces on the slave trade. Despite a bloody crusade, the Elves had little effect on the outrage. Now, with unsteady relations with the Mandalorians, a fleet of missing battleships, and a search party found dead in Mandalorian Space, Turwaithion calls a Council to resolve the situation once and for all.

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Role-Playing / Idea, ner vode
« on: November 06, 2008, 03:31:37 PM »
OK, here's the pitch. Waht if the Elves, from Lord of the Rings, were an esablished race in Star Wars? Hear me out, here. Earendil has space travel of sorts, and the Elves know about the planets, so what if they somehow arranged a space transport, many millenia before the start. They'd come in, and become a standard race, with a few immigrant coming from Ambar every year to various planets. Now, you could have better tech, Eldarin steel((basically pretty beskar)), and Elven histories((ie, the character could have fought Morgoth, Sauron, and Malak, in that order, and is still alive.)) How does it sound?

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Role-Playing / Snow Troopers: Wraiths of the Blizzard.
« on: September 05, 2008, 06:32:14 PM »
It was just another battle. Another world to take. But none of them had suspected what was really down there. Thier transport was shot down, and they were decimated. They made it toi an Ice cave, but a collapse killed a squad and thier General. Stranded, and facing the snow, Droids, and Wampas, the 761st Clone Cold Assault Regiment must hold thier own on Hoth; though the foxholes they dig may likely be thier graves.

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Role-Playing / Noldorin Mando's new RPG
« on: August 30, 2008, 09:58:34 PM »
Now, here's a poll for my new RP

Snow Troopers: Wraiths of the Blizzard

We are troops trained for the harsh cold of snow planets, trained for combat in snow and ice. We are the 432ns Cold Attack Batallion. On Hoth, we hold out against a force of Seperatists while struggling to survivr Wampa attacks, and the harsh climate.

Murder in the Senate: CCSI

When Galidraan's Senator is killed, a squad of Senate Guards and Shock Troopers band together with the CSF to solve the crime and stop the Seperatist's tactic's in thier tracks.

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Role-Playing / Vacation
« on: August 25, 2008, 02:56:27 PM »
I'm gone 'till fri. DOTR and JT are on hold. Seeya.

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Role-Playing / Jedi Twilight-The Remnants of the Order
« on: August 15, 2008, 12:08:21 PM »
After Order 66, the Jedi Order was fragmented and anihillated. But the destruction was not as complete as Emporer Palpatine imagined. Scattered Jedi, survivors of thier Clone soldiers, isolated Padawans, are left to wander the Galaxy as the New Order grows. On Cathar, Jedi Master Mas Civen sent out a call through the Force to any surviving Jedi: Join the Rebellion. Many came, and they were massacred in the fight against the Empire. Of the original strike team, only Civen remains. Now, he gathers Jedi again, along with mercenaries, smugglers, and soldiers, to form a new team, to oppose the Empire and show them that the Jedi spirit still thrives.

Available

-Soldier
-Soldier
-Soldier
-Merc

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Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Your RC squad
« on: July 30, 2008, 06:03:59 PM »
Since I've seen so many lately, I've decided to create a topic where we can post our custom squads and comment. I'll have mine up when I find the drafts for 'em.

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Role-Playing / Defence of the Republic [CLOSED]
« on: June 28, 2008, 06:01:18 PM »
OK, this is a KOTOR era RP (thought of it 10 seconds ago) we are Rebublic soldiers during the Mandalorian wars [NO MANDALORIAN CHARACTERS], called into action for the 46th SpecOps squad. We serve until death, or victory...

Rules

Have fun
NO GODMODDING OR MAKING CHARRIE UBER-POWERFUL
Post in story mode, ex. He raised his blaster, instead of *raises blaster*

Follow this charrie sheet

Forum Name:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Rank:
Hieght:
Physical Description:
Garb:
Weapons: 
Pesonality:
Homeworld:
History:

My character

Forum Name: Noldorin Mando
Name: Elock Shcor
Age: 32
Race: Human
Rank: Major
Hieght: 6' 1''
Physical Description: Grey eyes, cropped black hair, and a scar across his chin from a brawl with a pirate. Elock has tanned skin from his time on Onderon, hawk-like features, and a muscular build.
Garb: Republic uniform, with epaulettes of rank, combat boots, and a durasteel breastplate.
Weapons: A blaster rifle, double vibro-sword, and a vibro-dagger
Pesonality: Elock is a brilliant tactician, and is highly skilled with his weapons of choice. He cares deeply for his friends and family, and would willingly lay down his life for his wife, his soldiers, or the Republic. In a fight, he is capable of taking risks, but he will flat out refuse an order from a CO that would result in more than nessecary casualties.
Homeworld: Coruscaunt
History: Born into a military tradition, Elock joined the Republic Army at age 18. Proving himself to be proficient in several combat fields, he was given a Sergeant's comand and sent to Corellia to guard trade routes. For three years, Elock served the Republic, gaining the rank of Lieutenant. Shifted to Onderon, he displayed excelent command skills, gaining a Captain's rank in 5 years, The years, and his service rolled by. On Onderon, he met his wife, Miriel Crandon; an Onderonian sergeant. At the end of his shift, The pair were married, and Elock was granted leave for six months. When called back, he served for four years fighting a war against the Krath. The next year, while the newly-promoted Major Shcor was again on leave, the Mandalorians invaded the Republic, and he was called upon to lead a group of skilled combatants, commandos, to help in the war effort on Suurja.

Characters

Major Elock Shcor-Noldorin Mando
Dregukss Vesh'id(Private rank)-Drake Vhett
Master Sergeant Matis Webs-Lucky Skirata
Captain Adenn Tracyn-N-11 Captain Ordo
Sergeant Nybo 'Aebamee-masterchief((DECEASED))
Captain Kolus Raknan-H BOMB((replacement))((DECEASED))
Sergeant Gih Loka-Unit 899((second replacement))((DECEASED))

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Republic Commando Novels & Short Stories / Fi- His fate
« on: March 23, 2008, 09:04:45 PM »
Okay, so after reading Revelation, something came up. Venku is wearing a helmet that matches Fi's, right? So, how does he die? Does he go down in Order:66. or does he snuff it thanks to a Rep. hit squad, OR, does he get his happily ever after and die of old age et cetera?

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Mandalorians / Dragon Rider vs Mandalorian
« on: February 08, 2008, 03:03:35 PM »
Although I hate to admit it, I'd have to say the Rider. They find the Mando with thier minds, and kill him/her with 1 word.

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New RPG. OK, I know very little about  starting RPG's, but I'll give the info, someone can start, and I'll fall in behind.

Timeframe: Clone Wars era

Type: Mando RP. you can have non-mando PCs, but they must interact with mandalorians

Guidelines: Forum rules, but you can't interact with the GAR except as a freelance merc. Mention, but don't include the more known Cuy'val Dar. No Vau, no Skirata, no Bralor. Any other Cuy'val dar you can mention and include.

Characters

Par'droten Net'aar'cha'dab

Name : Par'droten Net'aar'cha'dab( Par, for short)
Speciality: Melee combat
Age 45
Rank: Mandalorian chieftian[ clan leader.]
Faction: Freelance
Backstory: Par served for several years as a merc, but he eventually tired of his life being without proper honour, so he, his wife Sanya, his son-in-law Kad, and daughter Senaar left semi-retirement on Corellia to seek thier fortunes elsewhere.
Armour: beskar, Dark green with red shoulder plates, visorguard and guantlets. Tan jumpsuit, black flak vest, black hooded cloak.
Weapons: Melee blades in gaunts, carries a bes'kad, dagger, an ACP Array Gun, and a WESTAR-34.Flamethrower in left guant.Heavy Repeating blaster. Crushgaunts.Carries several Geo sonic dets and thermal dets



Kai'zon

Name: Kai'zon Kourak'tarodo
Species: Chiss
Culture: Mando and small Chiss snippets.
Age: 36
Specialty: Startegist/arial scouting
Armor: Deep dark blue With designs of bright neon blue fire and some red stripey snippets here and there.
Equpment: Beskar'gam, gauntlet weapons (knives, darts, flamethrower) a rocketpack, and various grenades.
Favored Weapons: Trandoshan dual swords, DLT-20A Blaster Rifle, 2 SE-14 blaster pistols
Faction: Freelancer and protector of Mando culture
Ship: Modified Meteor-class troop carrier.

History lesson, kids: Kai'zon was adopted into Mando culture at the age of 10. He had escaped an Sii'ruk assault on his small hometown and lived by himself, scavenging to get by until a travelling Mando picked him up from his alleyway home at a populated spaceport. The stranger promised a better life and Kai'zon didn't refuse. When returning to Mandalore the gracious Mandalorian had a heart attack while during atmosphere reentry. The small Chiss easily crashlanded the ship off the coast of the Mandalorian mainland. The Mando pilot died during the crash and Kai'zon took his weapons and left. He soon stumbled across a small Mando village and fell in with the croud. He was trained in the Mando ways and became a brilliant stategist and combatist. He learned Teras Kasi from a Mando who he bumped into one day when he was scouting the villages perimeter. He grew to be adept at the martial art as well. At 28 he left his small village home taking up jobs all over Mandalore and eventually all over the galaxy.

Drake

Name: Drake Vhett
Species: Human
Culture: Mandalorian
Age: 28
Specialty: Terrorist/City Warfare
Armor: Black Matte with Red jagged stripes.(Like Sev's but with stripes on arms and legs too)
Equpment: Fiber Optic cable, haking spike, jet/rocket pack.
Weapons: Pistol-Mandalorian Ripper, Rifle-DC-17+AA,Sniper,blaster,PEP attachements, Gernades-Flashbang,
Close Combat-Doublebladed vibro staff,Vibro Gauntlet, Wrist-Flamethrower, spike launcher Heavy Weapon-Seperatist E-Web knockoff
Faction: Freelance-Contract to GAR
Ship: Basilisc War ship/droid.
Background: Born on industrial word. Age 13-Starts contract killing on planet. Age 20-Takes Pilgramege to Mandalore. Age 21-Aquires Mandalorian Armor/Weapns/Ship. Age 23- Buys weapons from Kominoans. Age 25- Aquires Contract With GAR.


 
 
 
 







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Mandalorians / Mandalorian Run Galaxy
« on: January 24, 2008, 06:19:39 PM »
Seriously. What would happen if the Mandalorians, starting with the Taung, had controlled the Galaxy post-Rakata, and eternally afterward?

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Fanfiction / Ram'or Squad[MASSIVE re-write!]
« on: January 08, 2008, 03:32:02 PM »
                                                         Ramor Squad

  Lieutenant Taung RC 7316

  Sergeant Quad RC 8504

  Private Net'ra RC 7020

  Private Tal RC 9055

       These commandos are the finest of Rav Bralor's batch.  Thier deeds range from saving the Prime Minister from anassasination attempt while still on Kamino(Quad), to being an ex-ARC (Taung) who was lucky enough to be transferred in a commando squad whose would be squadmate had died during the training period, instead of being terminated. These are thier stories.

                                                                 Chapter 1: Geonosis Part 1


The quartet were spread out in arrow formation, blaster rifles raised. Every one of them was a sharpened tool, poised for the unknown danger that flanked them on all sides. Spotlights clicked as they entered an unlit corridor. The four tenses, using every inch of thier enhanced vision. There was a flutter of wings, and blue light spat from the muzzles of the rifles. A muddy brown, winged body  smashed into the dirt floor, sending up an oringe dust cloud. Four beams of light snapped towards the ceailing, to be reponed with a single word.

"Fierfek!"

The speaker opened fire as he spoke, to be rewarded with insectile squeals as he hit his mark a dozen times over, a rifle in each hand. Within moments, his comrades followed suit, and, in the words of another armoured figure: "It's raining bugs!"

"Shut it and shoot, Net'ra!" another man barked, drawing a sword from across his back and hacking down the humanoid insects. "Die, Geonosian filth!" he snarled as he decapitated an adversary

Meanwhile, his squadmates were having an equally tiresome situation. Net'ra was spraying metal rounds into the insects, puncturing thier exoskeletons ans spratinf dirty orange blood over his blue-lit T-visor.

"I could use some help, vode!" he shouted, firing another burst, as the creatures began to swarm the lone man.

One of the other commandos egected a concealed blade into a Geonosian's chest, and clubbed another with the butt of his bowcaster "Coming, Net'ra!" he called, shooting a pair of Geos and buttinh his way through to his brother.

The rifleman, in the meantime, headbutted a bug and fought his way to the swordsman "Taung!" he shouted "We've got to finish up here, or we'll miss Rae Co!"

"I know, Quad!" the other, Taung ,replied, stabbing a Geo "Got any useful 'splodies?" he asked

Quad pulled out a pair of sonic dets and tossed them, killing a fair number of the creatures. He opened fire again, clearing a path to a door, opened by a thermal "Let's go!" Taung roared. The four Commandos surged into the breach, tailed by a pair of Warriors. As Quad hit the controls behind them, there was an orgainc crunch and Taung fired into the thrashing, severed upper body of the lead Geo.

"Ex-bug" Net'ra commented










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Republic Commando Game / Cuy'val Dar vs. Mand'alor
« on: January 06, 2008, 04:15:08 PM »
Just throwing this out. I think Kal, because Ordo's armour is mostly bodysuit, and all it takes is a repeat of Kal's fight with the Mando in Ko Sai's place, and Candy is down and out. Permanent-like :dead: :D

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