Ulthuan

What a year it has been. This the 37th year of our Bassist and Lord Shandiar. China deceived the world in a most dastardly way... When it used CGI firework displays during its broadcast of the Olympics opening ceremony AND got a pretty girl to lip sync someone else's singing! The long dead North Kor...

Oh darn it all I missed the DAU again!

I also must congratulate Anarion on his 5000th post. As a founding member of ASS, he has surpassed many on his way to god-hood as a spammer. I am very proud of my fellow ASSer and bow to his glory!

Nimagil had been almost completely silent since leaving the home of his people. Himring had been a pleasant place and Maedhros' hospitality second to none, but the warrior could not help but recall the not so flattering impression one of Hithlum would gather of the Sons of Fëanor. But in due course ...

Producing the tapestry from his pack, Nimagil bowed deeply before Fingon, unable to contain a smile. The warrior was elated they had fulfilled the mission and thwarted an attack on the High King's own fortifications. "This tapestry is a wondrous work of art, my lord, depicting your father leadi...

The army of ghosts began to retreat as its creator did so and turned about to face the orcish line when safe. Their advance was slow, laced with confusion and doubt. Nimagil continued to loose arrows into their foe. The damage to the horde would be negligible but with Ainare's magic offensive and El...

Nimagil rode slowly and silently among the army of light being careful not to touch any of the illusions lest he disturb their substance and ruin the diversion. As he neared the front rank he drew Elenquenwe's bow and stood in the saddle. "Draw arrows!" he cried, feeling a little foolish k...

Nimagil turned about on his saddle to look to the brothers eyes wide with desperation, Why did he not go with Alcarmor in the first place? Damn he was a fool not to race ahead of the horde, he should be atop the walls defending his home! "We must do something!" he cried, "surely your ...

"Let me do what I can to help speed your healing, my friend." said Nimagil as he approached Ainare.

OOC: 7 + 1(wits) + 2(healing) = 10
If time allows Nimagil will do what he can to help the others also.

Nimagil had been well and truly awed by their encounter with the dragon and as such had spoken little in the last few hours. This adventure had already proved far more dangerous than any hunting trip or training drill he had partaken in at his adopted family's home. Dangerous yes, but also tenfold t...

"What of an enchantment to cause the beast to fall into slumber?" spoke Nimagil airing his thoughts more than anything, "or perhaps we could simply... ask?"

Nimagil rose shakily and stumbled toward Alcarmor. Studying the noble's torn arm he began to do what little he could without healing herbs and despite his own pain, to tourniquet the wounds. OOC: Forgot I had the healing skill, don't have any legitimate healing utensils though, only what ripped mate...

Nimagil slumped to one knee, the room seemed to spin about him, he forced his gaze to the ground hoping to control the nausea. His arm felt like it was ablaze all the way to the shoulder. He lifted his head as Alcarmor tried to speak, and nodded acknowledgment to the noble before the sight of his bl...

As he ran, Nimagil could almost see Fingon's disappointed face at the news his companion met a tragic end at the claws of a werewolf. The warrior ran ever harder toward the entrance way. "Get down!" he cried to Alcarmor, without changing pace Nimagil leapt aiming to dive above the height o...

From his vantage point, Nimagil heard the caution in Angloth's voice as he saw Alcarmor run for the surprisingly quick human. The noble was isolated at this point and who knew what friends the human might have out there. Nimagil leapt forward and sprinted toward Alcarmor's position, the wind singing...

The blacksmith had seen something, that much was obvious by his rapid move to cover. As Angloth and Alcarmor entered the blockhouse, Nimagil crouched low near the doorway keeping an eye out near the stable but also acting as a link in the chain keeping the group connected. If either end of the chain...

"The silence is deafening," Nimagil added his eyes scanning the land about the party, "I fear they have caught our scent and already move to ambush us." With a fluid motion the warrior unclipped the leather strap releasing his greatsword, eyes still tracing the scenery for any mo...

Nimagil bowed once more before Alcarmor turned to leave the garden. "I await the coming mission with you and yours with much eagerness, my lord," he said as he straightened and watched the noble depart. He stared at the gate a little longer wondering what the new day would bring, it had be...

Amongst his present company, the young Noldo wasn't much to look at wearing a dull mail over simple cloth. His face shone not with noble bearing but rather looked downcast as he mostly eyed the lake, only making fleeting eye contact with the unknown noble before him. Nimagil bowed politely before Al...

Were you drunk and nostalgic when you posted that Glaciandar? :P I too had fun, especially early on when for whatever reason we all managed to see each other on MSN at the same time and have funny chats that were usually centered around picking on me :lol: Oh and Dazz, I've seen lasagna spelt both w...

The 7th edition book gets us back on track where we were headed with 5th edition. Apparently Eltharion didn't go on a pointless mission to Anlec to get wiped out by a wave of Malekith's little finger after all. It doesn't present any new stories (a part from some mage that turned himself into a plan...

@FVC - So basically we've come to an agreement. Although you say the elves would still feel the range of human emotions, only to a much greater intensity. Which we can't really deny, being human we can't exactly invent new emotions for which the elves might feel without ourselves being able to feel ...

I'm not sure where my own moral standards come into it. Admittedly I may be a bit traditionally minded compared to some of the more progressive members here (and I can think of at least one argument over that on this site I've had), but I hardly see the relevance of that. Are the terms I used to de...

As I said, it's probably from Tolkien. He has his elves very dignified, very proper , very monogamous. Just based on the wording you used I can see that the way some of the members here are portraying Warhammer elves is seen by you as something below your own moral standards. But one must realise t...

But as to the question of why the elves are becoming extinct;

Having participated in and witnessing several "Druchii Among Us" games, no wonder they're dying out if 3 or 4 Druchii can have half a village hanged before being rooted out

Then why is Malekith so bitter about not being Phoenix King? I had assumed it was because he figured that, as the son of Aenarion, the throne was rightfully his. When Aenarion died there was no precedent as to how to elect a new King, some, like Malekith, believed it should be hereditary. While oth...

Having seen the dreaded magics wielded against Baffin, Daerendil decided the shaman was a very real threat and sent two arrows arcing through the air into its leg and arm. Both arrows struck with force, embedding themselves within the thick troll hide. The shaman roared, more with anger than anythin...

Grumnir and Roland yelled out their respective battle cries as they charged into the troll bodyguard. Their heavy two handed weapons swinging great circles before plowing into the troll. Roland's striking heavily on the beast's arm and Grumnir using his momentum to hit the troll in the gut. The trol...

As Daerendil saw the trolls approaching, he heard a muffled sound coming from the large tent he had seen earlier, it sounded vaguely similar to Eltharin. The Asrai turned to face the trolls as he pulled an arrows out of the quiver, "I think I heard an elf in that large tent, it may be Mellanor!...

As Otto charged in, Daerendil readied his bow and waited.

The troll stood grinning at the Sigmarite, before two arrows struck it heavily sending it to the ground with a thump. Blood beginning to pool about it. But it was not dead, just blinded, and a little confused.

"I'm going to see if I can find any prisoners, we might be able to get them out without fighting the troll shaman." Daerendil said to his companions before ducking off in the direction of the campsite. Carefully the wood elf rounded the back of the camp, keeping a constant eye out for thre...