Don’t quit your day job

Barliman tried to encourage his friend Aelerich to try a vocation as a minstrel, but he wasn’t so sure about this. He felt too conspicuous in the bright-colored outfit. But, his friend told him that if he wanted to succeed at winning Celwynn back, this was the way to go. “Women love a guy who sings.  Don’t ask me why,” the bartender mused with a grunt.  And of course, if he was going to convince anyone he was a minstrel-in-training, he had to dress the part…


 

The barkeep tried to convince Aelerich that the best audience to please is a bunch of ale-happy hobbits. And it just so happens that there was a big festival in the Shire. “Fake it till you make it, he says…” The reluctant Aelerich never quite came to a decision… he simply resolved to go to the Shire to check things out.


 

Once in the Shire, Aelerich tried asking a local about the Festival at the Party Tree. The scowling hobbit shortly replied that the ones who were “into that sort of thing” hung out at the local bar down the road.


 

The barkeep at the Bird and Baby Inn (what an odd name for a bar, at least to Aelerich) told him how friendly the Shire folks were, and that he would be warmly received. In fact, tonight happened to be Open-Mic night, just after sundown. “What luck!” the hobbit exclaimed. Aelerich seemed less enthusiastic at first, but he was starting to warm up to this comforting hobbit.


 

Aelerich, bolstered by the encouragement from the local barkeep, made the decision to give it a try. “I can do this! I can sing! Just like I did when I was a kid!”


 

Once on stage, Aelerich felt the adrenalin rush as he started to sing for his audience.


 

With a last burst of romanticism, Aelerich really poured it on as his completed his finale.


 

With eyes closed, Aelerich let out a dramatic sigh of contentment as he reached for the audience in a symbolic gesture, signifying that they were now connected somehow through his artistic singing. “I did it! I’m an artist… and these are my people… and I love them…”


 

With a sweeping gesture, and his eyes still closed to savour the moment, Aelerich takes his bow. The audience was awfully quiet though… he must have mesmerized them! “They must feel as I do…. so free… ohhh so free…..”


 

Once he straightened up from his bow, he finally looked at his audience… except… there wasn’t one. At least, not any more. “Where’d everybody go?”


 

“Seriously, where’d everybody go?”


 

Devastated, Aelerich tries to find consolation from one of the busboys as he was cleaning up. The busboy was trying to be helpful… “You could always take up an instrument. And while you’re getting good at it, I think we have openings for seasonal work while the festival is going on…”
Aelerich didn’t hear much of the hobbit’s advice, save for one part: “You could always take up an instrument…”


 
Chest : Jacket of Might, Ered Luin Blue Dye
Head: Tindr’s Ward, Ered Luin Blue Dye
Shoulders: Barrow-Scholar’s Shoulder Pads, Ered Luin Blue Dye
Hands: Quickpost Gloves, Ered Luin Blue Dye
Legs: Limdur Trousers, Ered Luin Blue Dye
Feet: Shoes of Might, Ered Luin Blue Dye
Back: Reveller’s Gilded Cloak, Ered Luin Blue Dye

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By lotrowardrobeold Posted in Male

Caelean the Diplomat

Caelean, about to leave for a diplomatic mission in the north, took a little time to enjoy the fresh air of her Bree-land neighborhood. This was going to be a complicated mission, but she decided to put off thinking about it for now.


 

She always liked the waterfall that was a short distance from her house. In fact, she enjoyed waking up to the sounds of the falling waters splashing into the otherwise-calm waterhole.


 

The sun was going down, and it was getting late. She couldn’t put off the trip any longer. Neither could she put off thinking about her mission. “Why would the Lossoth mistrust us so badly? What did we do?”


 

Caelean started to focus on the task at hand, which became easier after mounting up onto her steed. The horse was adorned with the special-issue ceremonial armour signifying a diplomatic representative of the Stangard armies. She was proud to be selected for this assignment, albeit tempered by waves of apprehension because so much was at stake.


 

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted. The magnificent horse must have sensed his rider’s apprehension, because he started acting up for no apparent reason.


 

Caelean may not be used to wearing metallic armour just yet, but she was an expert at horsemanship. She brought the steed under control relatively quickly and made her way out of the neighborhood, then started heading on the long journey north.


 

So, she didn’t realize Forochel was THAT far north. Caelean certainly didn’t dress for the occasion…


 

Caelean was further unprepared to deal with the extent of the apparent pervasive suspicion of the Lossoth peoples. After discussing it with the guard, she found out why: They heard reports of dark magics being practiced from within Rhovonian, and they thought the Rohirrim were embracing them! After an extended dialogue with the guard, she managed to convince him that they too were fighting the leaders of the practicers of this ancient evil, and he finally let her through.


 

Wasting no time, she rushes up the stairs to the leader of the Lossoth. The door guard yelled “Let her through!”, or she would’ve no doubt been tackled before she hit the first step.


 

Caelean explains the whole misunderstanding to the Lossoth leader, then tries to persuade him to assist the armies of the Stangard in the fight against Sarumon. The leader seemed to be staring coldly at Caelean while she explained the whole story, but at the end, he did not hesitate to commit to the cause.


 

Before making the long journey home, the exhausted Caelean breathes a sigh of relief, and closes her eyes to meditate briefly. She could hear the soft whispering of the wind as it passed over the snow-covered lands, smell the cold crisp air with just a hint of shore life, feel the bitter cold of the metal armour against her skin, in contrast to the warm glow in her heart. It was a close call, but she managed to prevent a disaster with the Lossoth people. They showed trust in her, and thus in her people. And right now, Stangard could use all the friends they could get….


  
Head: Helm of the Eastemnet
Shoulders: Shoulders of the Eastemnet
Chest
: Hauberk of the Westfold
Hands: Gauntlets of the Eastemnet
Feet: Boots of the Eastemnet
Back: Cloak of the Westfold

By lotrowardrobeold Posted in Female

Assassin’s Creed

Morgana was strolling down Bree’s main street when she overheard an argument between a citizen and a prisoner. She didn’t quite catch all of the conversation, but it was something about a farm burning down…

Morgana listens intently as the prisoner claims his innocence.

Morgana couldn’t believe that the prisoner was being held with no physical evidence. The prison guard seemed uninterested in Morgana’s dismay, and she advised her to go speak to the mayor about it.

After the mayor told Morgana that evidence wasn’t needed when the witness was an upstanding citizen, she gave him a lecture. There wasn’t even a real witness, apparently… the prisoner just happened to be passing through, and he did say he saw smoke coming from the woman’s farm…

Believing the politicians are no help, Morgana decides to take matters into her own hands to gain justice for both the prisoner and the farmer — by finding the true arsonist! The vigilante sets out on her mission. First, she finds tracks by the burnt down farm.

She knows what kindof tracks those are… goblins! She stills herself and closes her eyes, listening in the night for her prey…

Morgana hears the eerie sounds of celebrating goblins in the distance. She readies for battle!

Morgana finds the leader and knows she only has one shot… and she takes it!

The goblin leader falls with a swift arrow from Morgana’s bow, but now a mob of angry goblins start racing toward her! It’s time to disappear…

Morgana’s steed of the gloaming quietly gallops away into the darkness of the forest before the goblins ever caught even a glimpse of them. Her victory was bittersweet, for though she had taken care of the leader (for now), she knew another will take his place. The question still burned in Morgana’s mind… why would they burn down a farm of a common ordinary citizen? She had the feeling this battle was not really over…

Head: Worn Ranger’s Hood, Black Dye
Shoulders: Padded Mantle of the Dunland Soothsayer, Black Dye
Chest
:Enduring Jacket of Protection, Black Dye
Hands: Cerygaim, Black Dye
Legs: Leggings of Tharbad, Black Dye
Feet: Soft Leather Boots, Black Dye
Back: Cloak of the Grey Company, Black Dye

By lotrowardrobeold Posted in Female

Misdirection

Gweleth has mastered the fine art of runic studies, but she seeks power beyond that which she understands. After being courted by a traveler who said he was from Imlad Morgul, she was fascinated by his stories of communing with the craven, thus providing Sight that was available only to an elite few. Here, Gweleth performing a ritual dance to attract the craven, and she believes she has received a vision.


 

After receiving her “vision”, Gweleth tries to persuade the locals of Esteldin to follow her into Angmar to embrace a “true vocation” in the perfection of both physical might and tactical power.


 

Some of the locals don’t care for Gweleth’s message, and they try to run her out of the settlement. She tries to soothe them by telling them it was just an innocent misunderstanding, and that they could form a strong army in Angmar under her direction simply for the benefit of the free peoples.


 

After the unfortunate failure to rally the troops at Esteldin, Gweleth believes that a more subtle plan would work to recruit people to her cause. She learns how to create dark runes, a practice which was somehow connected to the avatars of ancient evil. She tried to calm her own misgivings about the source of the runic black arts by telling herself they would bring peace and prosperity to the free peoples if used properly. And to her, that’s all that mattered. And now to find someone to guide her…


 

There was something about being in the presence of Sauramon that made Gweleth go weak in the knees. Was it awe? Or pure dread? She could not tell. All she knew was that she was being sent on a personal mission for the wise majar…


 

Racing to the lone lands, Gweleth could feel the adrenalin pulse through her body. She never felt more important in her life…


 
Head: Scout’s Weathered Leather Helmet, Washed
Shoulders: Gleaming Shoulders of Might, Black Dye
Chest
: High Herald’s Armour, White Dye
Hands: Elegant Silk Gloves, White Dye
Legs: Embroidered Silk Leggings, White Dye
Feet: Elven Leather Boots, Black Dye
Back: Reveller’s Gilded Cloak , Black Dye

By lotrowardrobeold Posted in Female

The Jolly Patrician

Enjoying the pipeweed given to Gundemar by his hobbit companions, with amusement he watches them perform their dances.


 

Gundemar tries to impress the hobbits with his own feats of acrobatics.


 

Not doing so well with his attempt at doing a flip (Gun landed on his head instead of his feet), he can’t help but pout a little.


 

Trying one more time, Gun manages to at least do a handstand. The hobbit crowd loves it! Finally, he’s made it in with the cool kids.


 

After Gundemar (and his hobbit companions) were chased out of the hedge-maze, they relocate to the nearest pub, where they all enjoy some liquid refreshment.


 

After a fun-filled day, Gundemar heads for home, where he knows he has to return to the duties of his station. It was so nice to forget about it… even if just for a little while…


 
Head: Padded Hat of the Dunland Soothsayer, Rivendell Green
Shoulders: Padded Mantle of the Dunland Soothsayer, Rivendell Green
Chest
: Hill-man’s Cracked Leather Jacket, Rivendell Green
Hands: Footman’s Gloves, Rivendell Green
Feet: Brushed Leather Boots, Rivendell Green
Back: Elegant Backpack, Rivendell Green

By lotrowardrobeold Posted in Male

Winter Warmth

Ceanna looks around for the dwarves to warn them of the impending blizzard that is about to arrive.


 

Ceanna’s search takes her to Gondamon.


 

The snow starts to come down harder, so she gives up and starts thinking about heading back to Thorin’s Hall.


 

The snow comes faster than she expects, and the intrepid adventurer needs to find her horse and head home quickly.


 

Her horse isn’t thrilled with the weather either, though the Lossoth breed has exceptionally long hair to deal with the cold.


 

Back at her home, Ceanna tried to thaw out in front of the fire. She hopes all of the dwarves were able to find shelter in time…


 

Shoulders: Hill-man’s Cracked Leather Shoulder-Guards, White dye 
Chest
: Reinforced Leather Dunlending Jacket , White dye
Hands: Ornate Gauntlets of the Dunland Swordsman, Washed
Feet: Ajokoira Shoes, Navy dye
Back: Fancy Snow-Cloak, Navy dye

By lotrowardrobeold Posted in Female

The Black Knight

Cedric rides his horse through Bree while trying to ignore the stares and gasps coming from the citizens. He was ostracized from the Gyaemdyn guard, an elite unit stationed in Angmar, for his reports of corruption among the senior commanders. The only way to restore order is to expose the corruption with solid evidence.


 

Waiting patiently for his informant, Cedric considers what his next move will be. If he receives the evidence he needs, he can take it to the Bree-town authorities to plead his case.


 

To Cedric’s dismay, the informant says that he has the hard evidence, but that an old sage informed him that if he divulged the information, he would pay for it for the rest of his life. Cedric reacts with frustration and anger. The only thing the informant would divulge is the location of the sage: Glonir farm, in a small valley within Bree-land.


 

Ignoring the approaching storm, Cedric races to the Glonir farm in the hopes of finding the old sage. Nothing was going to stop him.


 
Head: Copper-Inlaid Helmet, Black Dye
Shoulders: Hill-Man’s Cracked Leather Shoulder-Guards, Black Dye 
Chest
: Scout’s Weathered Leather Jacket, Black Dye
Hands: Gauntlets of the Brazen Call, Black Dye
Feet: Light Buckled Boots, Black Dye
Back: Cloak of the Grey Company, Black Dye

By lotrowardrobeold Posted in Male

Caelean’s Vocation

“Well… it seemed like a good idea at the time…” Caelean started to have second thoughts about coming to see her father’s best friend, a dwarven armourer in Thorin’s hall. At least he accommodated her request that she not look like a giant tin can. Still… metal pinches. “Too bad Fjorn couldn’t do anything about that, but at least he was able to craft the armour in my favourite color!”

 

Caelean practices the moves that Fjorn teaches her. She started to think she could get the hang of this! (Pinching metallic clothes, notwithstanding…)

 

Her first assignment… graveyard shift on the top of a rainy mountain in the middle of nowhere. “I was looking for adventure, but this guard duty is the pits.”

 

Caelean tries to stay awake… “Oooh is that a bug? Aha, I’ll get you now, little bug!”

 

“EEEIIIiiiyyyyeeeeee” Caelean let out an involuntary squeal and luckily dodged a swipe from the little bug’s apparent protector, a much MUCH larger bug… Oh dear, what has our unlikely heroine got herself into…?

 

After running away from Weathertop, Caelean goes back to Thorin’s hall to complain. Fjorn, a very patient dwarf, reassures her that fighting giant bugs (and other unpleasant creatures) is much easier with a shield. She’s not particularly happy about having to lug the thing around, but she trusts the old family friend. Now she just has to learn how to use the unwieldy thing…

Head: Circlet of Men, Washed
Shoulders: Sellsword Shoulder Guards, Sea Blue Dye
Chest
: Treasure-Hunter’s Armour, White Dye
Hands: Hall General’s Gauntlets, White Dye
Legs: Leggings of Loyalty, Sea Blue Dye
Feet: Brushed Leather Boots, Sienna Dye
Back: Elf-Lord’s Cloak, Sea Blue Dye

By lotrowardrobeold Posted in Female

Caelean’s Epiphany

Caelean goes for a morning stroll through her home town of Bree. It’s so early in the morning that the streets are empty, save for the shop owners preparing to open up for business.


 

Because it is so quiet, Caelean hears only the sounds of birds singing their songs. She looks around to see a few pecking at crumbs left on the stone road in front of the Prancing Pony.


 

Suddenly, they all flew away. Caelean watches them until they disappear off into the distance.


 

“Now what would make them fly away so suddenly? Maybe one decided breakfast was over, and it was time to leave… but to go where? Where do birds go when they fly from the safety of the town?”


 

A sudden urge to yawn caught Caelean by surprise. She knew it was time to return for breakfast herself, but… then what? Another sudden urge caught her by surprise… was it to find out where those birds went? Or to just find out for herself where she should fly away to after breakfast in the safety of Bree…?


 

Caelean decides that it was time to explore possible vocations. After thinking on it, she resolved to head out to Thorin’s hall after breakfast. Her mother wouldn’t understand, but maybe an old friend of the family would…


 
Head: Adamant Circlet, Washed
Shoulders: Padded Mantle of the Dunland Soothslayer, Sienna Dye
Chest
: Tattered Robe of the Dunland Sage, Rose Dye
Hands: Footman’s Gloves, Purple Dye
Feet: *coming soon*, Violet Dye
Back: Reveller’s Gilded Cloak , Purple Dye

By lotrowardrobeold Posted in Female

Searching for Answers

While investigating the tombs under the Forsaken Inn, Archaeologist Kyleigh found some ancient runes which bore the crest of her family. The problem is that the runes also speak of an ancient darkness, and how these tombs are reserved for those who embraced it.


 

“Now why would our crest be emblazoned on these runes? Maybe I made a mistake in translation… Hopefully I have made a mistake…”


 

Determined to find the history of the ancient runes, Kyleigh asks around the local settlements to see if anyone had heard about them. Most of the locals would hurry away after hearing Kyleigh’s story. Only one would speak to her, and even then, Kyleigh could see the woman was strained. She provided directions to an apparently unmarked grave, and then turned on her heals and walked away before Kyleigh could ask any more questions.


 

Kyleigh readies her pick to excavate for possible answers that may help her understand her family’s mysterious past. She didn’t understand the relevance of being sent to dig up an unmarked grave, but she was about to find out…


 

Head: Adventurer’s Hat, Sienna Dye
Shoulders: Threadbare Cloth Shoulderpads, Sienna Dye
Chest
: Thornley’s Robe, Rose Dye
Hands: Gloves of Fem, Sienna Dye
Feet: Brushed Leather Boots, Sienna Dye
Rune-Satchel: Basic Rune-Satchel of Dagor, Rose Dye

By lotrowardrobeold Posted in Female