LOTRO kinship - Council of Trade Laurelin server

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Hei

 

Jeg og en annen har akkurat lagd en guild, eller kinship som det heter i LOTRO, med navn Council of Trade.

Vi er et kinship på serveren Laurelin (EN-RP). Som dere sikkert forstår så er vi rollespill orientert. Vi er ikke en hardcore rp kinship, men vi er åpen for muligheten at våre medlemmer vil drive med litt rollespill og arrangere

rollespill-treff for våre medlemmer for å drive med litt sosialisering

 

Vi er åpen for de fleste, og du kan lese litt mer på våre hjemmesider: http://counciloftrade.webhop.net.

 

Hvis du er interessert, kan du fylle ut en søknad på våre forums og søknaden vil bli behandlet innen en dag, vanligvis bare noen timer.

Endret 30. mai 2007 av polarf0x

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Alle må skrive en søknad for å bli vurdert. Kanskje rart synes dere? Men vi satser på å ha et modent miljø i guilden, derfor må alle skrive søknader. Kvalitet over kvanitet. Vi vil bygge et godt og sikkert miljø for å utforske RP og andre ting.

 

Kinshipet er under konstant utvikling og storyen vil bare vokse og vokse, medlemmene har selvsagt noe å si på dette.

 

Håper dette hørtes interessant ut

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Vår background story.

 

The Origin:

Years ago it began. When a young man bearing the name of Eothar, a Rohirrim Scholar, travelling far away from Rohans borders. With a mission from his mentors to investigate and learn more of the ancient ruins around Bree-land and The Shire.

 

It was on this journey that he came across a small hamlet in the shire, called Bywater. He decided that he would be staying for the evening at the Green Dragon Inn, a nice and cozy inn with far too small beds for someone hailing all the way from Rohan. Eothar had a few glasses of wine and were in a quite jolly mood when a local entertainer and young Hobbit, who goes by the name of Merrico Willowtale, started to play a song filled with hope and inspiration for life. Enchanted by the tune Eothar listened, and as the music faded into silence he invited Merrico to his table for a drink.

 

The two talked for hours and Eothar learned much from Merrico who also were a profitable farmer of a very fine pipeweed. The next day Eothar went straight over to Merricos pipeweed field and told him that he had an idea. That he saw an opportunity here that would be of the benefit for them both, and even larger than that. For the benefit of the Shire and for that of Rohan. He had a vision of building a traderoute, exporting the finest of pipeweed and tasty recipes of food from the Shire to lands such as Rohan and Gondor. And on the way back importing products such as Wine, cloth and raw materials.

 

Half a year later and with all his assets and money spent on preparing for the first caravan on the new traderoute, Eothar had no idea that his plan were about to go terribly wrong. As he approached the outer rims of the Breelands, a cold and foggy evening, the caravan were ambushed by brigands. A short but horrid battle took place, arrows flying through the air and cold steel slashing through the flesh of hobbits and men. With luck alone Eothar and Merrico managed to escape the ferocious attack, but the rest of the crew and the products headed for Rohan were never found again. Some say that it was a small group from the very crew itself that had sent message and teamed up with the brigands that attacked. Others mention that they were all slain in the attack but dragged into the surrounding woods to hide or burn the remains. Whatever happened the traderoute fell into shattered remnants of what once had been a great dream for the future.

 

The day after Eothar managed to get himself into Bree, but without any money and without hope he did not expect much from his visit. As nightfall came, the sky was shrouded in dark and foreboding clouds, and a chilling wind flowed across the streets. A song was heard from within the inn of the Prancing Pony, its notes were heard all the way to the alley where Eothar had arranged a small bed of hay for sleeping. It was song filled with warmth and hope, which filled Eothars heart with a morale higher than ever before, and with a wild idea that might just work. Eothar entered the warm and cozy Inn of the Prancing Pony, nodded towards Barliman the Innkeeper who peered towards him with a suspicious look in his eyes. Eothar stepped up on a table, and interupted the song by raising his wooden staff in the air, then slamming it forcefully down upon the wooden table and at the same time shouting out loud into the smoky air of the inn. ”Hear me fellow visitors, citizens of Bre, warriors and merchants! Listen to what I have to say!” The ministrel immediately stopped playing his lute and a disturbing silence emerged from the crowd who turned towards the voice they had just heard.

 

”Tonight something terrible has happened.” Eothar paused intentionally before continuing. ” For this night, a caravan of atleast twenty men heading for Rohan, were attacked by brigands, it happened on the very edge of the Breelands! Few managed to escape and the poor souls who didnt were slain or captured by these foul brigands.”

He drew a deep breath before continuing. ”I am a man of patience, but tonight I have had enough! No one is safe anymore, the brigands could have attacked anyone in this room, or their families.” Upset voices and people nodding in agreement filled the room fairly quick before Eothar continued.

”I will start my search for the brigands camp tomorrow, alone if I have to, and demand that they release all prisoners and return that which were stolen. I will seek for a peaceful solution to the suffering they have caused, but If they disagree or attack I will use cunning tactics combined with brute strength and take back that which belongs to us.” A short moment of silence followed before the last words were uttered. ”Anyone in here who is with me? Anyone who will take a stand against this evil that threatens our merchants and is a danger the traderoutes we so heavily depend upon?”

 

For a few moments there were silence, then the ministrel who had played that inspiring tune lifted his lute in the air and said. ”I Ascalon, will raise my voice in aid of this matter.” A murmur of voices filled the thick air and soon others followed. And so the fellowship was formed.

 

A Fellowship forged into a Kinship:

The Fellowship was lead by Ascalon who was an expert of the lute and how to keep the morale of the Fellowship high. They searched for nearly a week until they found the traces which would lead them to the brigands hideout. It was a very successful expedition where the brigands were taken by suprise and were defeated, many of them gave up freely and were returned to Bree for quistioning and imprisonment. The goods that hadnt been rerouted or sold was returned to the families of their former owners.

 

As the Fellowship returned to Bree, some of the members left it and went back to their own business but there was a small group of friends who stayed together. They met a few days later over drinks and some nice pipeweed at the Prancing pony. Here a discussion arose regarding the state of Middle Earth. On how not even the farmers who lived simple lives were safe anymore. Not only brigands were the threat anymore, there had been an increasingly number of reports of people who hade seen or encountered orcs. Orcs!! On the very borders of breeland!

 

The fellowship decided that something must be done to protect the hard working farmers, merchants and travellers around these parts. They came to an agreement to form a council where these merchants could turn to whenever they planned a journey, or encountered trouble. A council who would gather intelligence and know which routes were safe and which to avoid, one that knew the movements of brigands and orcs. A Council who would act as diplomatic emissaries, scouts for new traderoutes and consulars for everyone who need help. This council would consist of people from all corners of Middle Earth, all the trades and even with a military division.

 

And thats the story how the fellowship which once was formed to fight the brigands, were reforged into the diplomatic Kinship we now know as ”The Council of Trade”.

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Litt mer informasjon, vi er ikke så mange medlemmer, vi er vel 10 nu eller noe sånt. Men vi satser på å bygge et godt miljø, vi planlegger for øyeblikket å lage en RP organisasjon med andre kinships for å bygge opp et godt community å utøve RP.