Post by trelinth on Nov 16, 2008 10:00:34 GMT -5
The last few years were a blur for Trelinth, full of faces, places, and events. In all fairness, he was surprised to still be alive.
Born the youngest of three siblings in the Dale, his life had been relatively easy growing up. His father was an innkeep on the skirts of Dale, one that had been rebuilt during the reconstruction following the Dragon Smaug's defeat.
His older brother was learning the trade of innkeep to succeed his father, while his older sister was a singer of surprising skill and range. As Trelinth had grown up, he had learned the trade of minstrel, and performed alongside his sister. Although the crowds gathered each night, and were not shy with their applause, Trelinth always felt they were cheering for his sister, and not for him.
Growing up in the Dale, Trelinth had loved reliving the story of Bard, Dragon-Slayer. He learned every word of the story and became quite adept at retelling it himself. When travels from other lands - Elves and Dwarves - came to the inn, Trelinth would follow them around like a lost puppy, begging for stories of the heores of other lands. His father did not approve, and many times had to send the lad on errands to grant his guests piece. However, for every patron who wanted nothing to do with the boy, another was happy to bestow a new legend of heroes and magic, filling Trelinth's head with ideas of adventure.
In his 18th year, Trelinth could no longer stand still; his heart felt the call of adventure too strongly. His desire to leave was not well-received by his family, but at the end they grudgingly gave him some money and helped pair him with a troop of musicians who were heading south. Trelinth found himself apprenticed to a master minstrel, who showed him how to use words and sounds in ways he had never belived possible. Imagine, using one's voice as a weapon of defense!
Unfortunately, Trelinth's stay with the troop was short-lived, as they were beset by bandits while heading to Comre. Trelinth awake in a dark, secluded place, with no knowledge of how he had gotten there save a sharp pain in his head. He awake to the sound of a deep, urgent voice, which belonged to Amadir the Ranger.
Events after that felt like more of a dream, as Trelinth could scarcely believe he had escaped, battled bandits, and helped save Archet from a treacherous invasion. All he could really remember was being more afraid than anything else in his life, and he told his companion so.
The innkeeper of the Prancing pony, Barliman Butterbur, smiled warmly at Trelinth as he finished his tale. He spoke kindly to the young man, "You've learned a lot in your travels, I can tell m'lad. There is nothing wrong with being afraid, so long as it does not stop you from doing the right thing. You did a very brave and noble thing helping those people in Archet."
Trelinth blushed slightly, feeling his cheeks warm from the unexpected praise. His boyish features belied his actual age, and had caused more than a few people to underestimate him. He brushed his wavy auburn hair out of his eyes, staring intently at the barman. His posture slowly relaxed, allowing his lean figure to settle in a more relaxed pose on the barstool he sat upon.
Butterbur continued, "In fact, I know of a new troop you might be interested in meeting. While they are not all musicians, I think you will find you have a great deal in common with them, and can learn much from their experiences." He paused, then added, "Unless you've had your share of adventures and are ready to return home?"
Trelinth smirked wryly, a touch of confidence returning to his face, and replied, "I would like to meet this kind fellows; I feel there is story to be told, and who knows, I might even be a part of it!"
The barkeep nodded, hiding a smile beneath his bushy moustache. He leaned forward and whispered to Trelinth, They are known as the Pillagers of Pipeweed...."
<<OOC: Greetings all! It took me longer than usual to put down some character information, but I'm very happy to be a part of the kinship and I can't wait to meet everyone in some of the social events. Although I'm relatively new to LOTRO (I had played just after launch and re-started a week or so ago), I plan to level up my character to be able to enjoy content with everyone.
I'm 30 years old, married, and just starting the talks of starting a family. I play when I can, but usually not more than 1-2 hours a night on any given day. I'm a minor work-a-holic, but balance that with my gaming addictions
/OOC>>
Born the youngest of three siblings in the Dale, his life had been relatively easy growing up. His father was an innkeep on the skirts of Dale, one that had been rebuilt during the reconstruction following the Dragon Smaug's defeat.
His older brother was learning the trade of innkeep to succeed his father, while his older sister was a singer of surprising skill and range. As Trelinth had grown up, he had learned the trade of minstrel, and performed alongside his sister. Although the crowds gathered each night, and were not shy with their applause, Trelinth always felt they were cheering for his sister, and not for him.
Growing up in the Dale, Trelinth had loved reliving the story of Bard, Dragon-Slayer. He learned every word of the story and became quite adept at retelling it himself. When travels from other lands - Elves and Dwarves - came to the inn, Trelinth would follow them around like a lost puppy, begging for stories of the heores of other lands. His father did not approve, and many times had to send the lad on errands to grant his guests piece. However, for every patron who wanted nothing to do with the boy, another was happy to bestow a new legend of heroes and magic, filling Trelinth's head with ideas of adventure.
In his 18th year, Trelinth could no longer stand still; his heart felt the call of adventure too strongly. His desire to leave was not well-received by his family, but at the end they grudgingly gave him some money and helped pair him with a troop of musicians who were heading south. Trelinth found himself apprenticed to a master minstrel, who showed him how to use words and sounds in ways he had never belived possible. Imagine, using one's voice as a weapon of defense!
Unfortunately, Trelinth's stay with the troop was short-lived, as they were beset by bandits while heading to Comre. Trelinth awake in a dark, secluded place, with no knowledge of how he had gotten there save a sharp pain in his head. He awake to the sound of a deep, urgent voice, which belonged to Amadir the Ranger.
Events after that felt like more of a dream, as Trelinth could scarcely believe he had escaped, battled bandits, and helped save Archet from a treacherous invasion. All he could really remember was being more afraid than anything else in his life, and he told his companion so.
The innkeeper of the Prancing pony, Barliman Butterbur, smiled warmly at Trelinth as he finished his tale. He spoke kindly to the young man, "You've learned a lot in your travels, I can tell m'lad. There is nothing wrong with being afraid, so long as it does not stop you from doing the right thing. You did a very brave and noble thing helping those people in Archet."
Trelinth blushed slightly, feeling his cheeks warm from the unexpected praise. His boyish features belied his actual age, and had caused more than a few people to underestimate him. He brushed his wavy auburn hair out of his eyes, staring intently at the barman. His posture slowly relaxed, allowing his lean figure to settle in a more relaxed pose on the barstool he sat upon.
Butterbur continued, "In fact, I know of a new troop you might be interested in meeting. While they are not all musicians, I think you will find you have a great deal in common with them, and can learn much from their experiences." He paused, then added, "Unless you've had your share of adventures and are ready to return home?"
Trelinth smirked wryly, a touch of confidence returning to his face, and replied, "I would like to meet this kind fellows; I feel there is story to be told, and who knows, I might even be a part of it!"
The barkeep nodded, hiding a smile beneath his bushy moustache. He leaned forward and whispered to Trelinth, They are known as the Pillagers of Pipeweed...."
<<OOC: Greetings all! It took me longer than usual to put down some character information, but I'm very happy to be a part of the kinship and I can't wait to meet everyone in some of the social events. Although I'm relatively new to LOTRO (I had played just after launch and re-started a week or so ago), I plan to level up my character to be able to enjoy content with everyone.
I'm 30 years old, married, and just starting the talks of starting a family. I play when I can, but usually not more than 1-2 hours a night on any given day. I'm a minor work-a-holic, but balance that with my gaming addictions
/OOC>>
- I look forward to adventuring with you in game)