Post by branur on Mar 13, 2012 12:33:55 GMT -5
-Prologue-
The Thrid Age is an age remembed forwar and battles, death and Bloodshed, sickness and sadness, light and shadow. But most of all it was an age of Heroes, forged in these hard times came mighty soldiers, daring Capatins, skilled hunters, wise mages, fast and resourceful rangers and rouges, and even a ringbearer that shaped the fortunes of all and turned the tide against the shadow. Many were well heard of, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimil, Boromir, and Frodo were among them, but there were unsung heroes who had just as large impact on the war. One of them a Captain, a man of Gondor. Famed as a hero by both Men and Elves, known for his steadfast loyality to his friends, his mercy, and his daring in combat. Both a leader and, yes, a fool, Branur Dinacar was this hero. Branur was born in Minas Tirith with a sister, who was taken when they were too young to remember, while Branur was stuck with his father. Branur was raised here, in the slums of the city, until he joined the army and went on many grand adventures and etched his name into time. The one thing Branur was most known for was his love for the Elves. Branur broke the barriers to renew the old kinship between the races. But most of all, Branur is known for his compassion and ability too see past what other men could see and open his eyes to a new world. This was Branur's greatest strength.
-Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings-
A young boy, age ten, scrambled down the crowded streets of the poorest district in Minas Tirith. His eyes were sapphire blue, and his hair raven black. At age ten he already stood at 5'3 rather tall. His face and hands were covered in grime and his clothes were nothing but urchin's rags. In his hands he held three copper coins and small trinket. His name was Branur Dinacar. His father left him to fend on his own three years ago and now he wandered the streets trying to make a basic living. He stole, scavenged, and bought whatever he could to fend off hunger and diesease. Around his belt hung a mace, this mace has a story to tell but that will be saved for later. Branur veered off the street into a allyway and onto another small suba-street running between the buildings and the ewall to the next circle in the city. As Branur dashed through he spotted a old man coughing and weezing slumped over, the plague... Branur's heart ached to help but he could'nt for risk of infection. Branur tosed the man two of his copper coins before dashing off again without a word. The man smiled and called thanks after the boy, but Branur did'nt hear him, he was too focused on the task at hand. Branur vaulted over some crates and then onto another street. Then what Branur wanted least at the time happened. A metal glove grasped him and yanked him back. "Finally, caught ye little thief!" The man said and lifted Branur up to face him. Branur looked at the man with hatred, he was a soldier and he just ruined any chances of Branur's meal. Branur scoffed, (A scoff Thranduil nowadays knows all to well.) and scowled. Swinging in vain at the soldier with his feet. Then fate happened. "Dragen, unhand the boy." Said another voice, a tall charismatic man mounted on a horses back. "I will take the boy from here." Branur scowled as he was taken into custody by the man on the horse.. They marched down the street until they came to a guard tower then Branur was ushered inside the old tattered cobble stone building. -To be continued-
The Thrid Age is an age remembed forwar and battles, death and Bloodshed, sickness and sadness, light and shadow. But most of all it was an age of Heroes, forged in these hard times came mighty soldiers, daring Capatins, skilled hunters, wise mages, fast and resourceful rangers and rouges, and even a ringbearer that shaped the fortunes of all and turned the tide against the shadow. Many were well heard of, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimil, Boromir, and Frodo were among them, but there were unsung heroes who had just as large impact on the war. One of them a Captain, a man of Gondor. Famed as a hero by both Men and Elves, known for his steadfast loyality to his friends, his mercy, and his daring in combat. Both a leader and, yes, a fool, Branur Dinacar was this hero. Branur was born in Minas Tirith with a sister, who was taken when they were too young to remember, while Branur was stuck with his father. Branur was raised here, in the slums of the city, until he joined the army and went on many grand adventures and etched his name into time. The one thing Branur was most known for was his love for the Elves. Branur broke the barriers to renew the old kinship between the races. But most of all, Branur is known for his compassion and ability too see past what other men could see and open his eyes to a new world. This was Branur's greatest strength.
-Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings-
A young boy, age ten, scrambled down the crowded streets of the poorest district in Minas Tirith. His eyes were sapphire blue, and his hair raven black. At age ten he already stood at 5'3 rather tall. His face and hands were covered in grime and his clothes were nothing but urchin's rags. In his hands he held three copper coins and small trinket. His name was Branur Dinacar. His father left him to fend on his own three years ago and now he wandered the streets trying to make a basic living. He stole, scavenged, and bought whatever he could to fend off hunger and diesease. Around his belt hung a mace, this mace has a story to tell but that will be saved for later. Branur veered off the street into a allyway and onto another small suba-street running between the buildings and the ewall to the next circle in the city. As Branur dashed through he spotted a old man coughing and weezing slumped over, the plague... Branur's heart ached to help but he could'nt for risk of infection. Branur tosed the man two of his copper coins before dashing off again without a word. The man smiled and called thanks after the boy, but Branur did'nt hear him, he was too focused on the task at hand. Branur vaulted over some crates and then onto another street. Then what Branur wanted least at the time happened. A metal glove grasped him and yanked him back. "Finally, caught ye little thief!" The man said and lifted Branur up to face him. Branur looked at the man with hatred, he was a soldier and he just ruined any chances of Branur's meal. Branur scoffed, (A scoff Thranduil nowadays knows all to well.) and scowled. Swinging in vain at the soldier with his feet. Then fate happened. "Dragen, unhand the boy." Said another voice, a tall charismatic man mounted on a horses back. "I will take the boy from here." Branur scowled as he was taken into custody by the man on the horse.. They marched down the street until they came to a guard tower then Branur was ushered inside the old tattered cobble stone building. -To be continued-