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[aramis]

It's nice to see that TOR has found its way to Namibia!

Hmmm.

Eh, what?

I'm guessing that this was a reference to the spamming that was taking place a little while ago. It seems to have been cleared up now.

The spammer even set his location to Namibia. Which was really quite considerate of him.

Major spamnado hitting the board today...

[Winterwolf]

Yes - a lot of it has been deleted already.
I posted a new topic suggesting a question be put to new members to help screen out spammers but my post has been deleted as well!

[T.S. Luikart]

Sorry about that Winterwolf - your post got caught in the crossfire. Nasty buggers tried to re-spam even as I was mass deleting. Ended up having to go root and ban IPs.

[Winterwolf]

That's fine TS - I suspected there was a frenzy of deletions going on.
I had been watching all the spam appear and wishing I could do something to help - I wanted to warn someone who COULD do something but all the Poms were asleep….
zzzzz..

[Glorelendil]

Ended up having to go root....

In real life he was sitting at a terminal. In game terms he was in camouflage and a ninja mask, smeared with mud, knife clenched in his teeth.

[Falenthal]

Ended up having to go root....

In real life he was sitting at a terminal. In game terms he was in camouflage and a ninja mask, smeared with mud, knife clenched in his teeth.

Or testing your Delving rules in that potential Moria campaign.

[Scrollreader]

Hugo P. Bracegirdle (of the Hardbottle Bracegirdles)

Pal Bracegirdle (for he has always gone by his middle name, except when being 'on his manners') has the luck to be related to Adamanta Took, on his mother's side. A weedy young lad, but one who has always been interested in reading and the past, he thought his life was going about quite nicely, as a junior curator at the Mathom House in Michel Delving. That is, until that fool of a Baggins came back with his tales of adventure, and an /entirely new/ set of birthday presents, and loans to the Mathom House. Due to a scolding letter from his Maiden Great Aunt, his Bracegirdle Pride, and a fair amount of liquid courage from The Bird and Baby he found himself pledged to go forth and match the contributions of Mad Bilbo.

While he regretted the decision almost immediately the next day, he awakened after the postman had called, and if anything terrifies him more than the terrible dangers of Bree and beyond, it is disappointing the august (and sharp elbowed) Adamanta, who has always seemed disappointed in him.

[Halbarad]

Regnald the Fox. Age: 21
Culture: Woodmen of Wilderland
Cultural Blessing: Woodcrafty
Background: Seeker
Calling: Warden
Shadow Weakness: Lure of Power
Specialties: Beast Lore, Mirkwood Lore, Shadow Lore
Distinctive Features: Cunning, Vengeful

Body 2/5
Awe 1
Athletics 2
Awareness 3
Explore 3
Song 1
Craft 1

Heart 5/6
Inspire 2
Travel 2
Insight 1
Healing 3
Courtesy 0
Battle 1

Wits 7/9
Persuade 0
Stealth 2
Search 1
Hunting 2
Riddle 1
Lore 1

(Bows) 3
Long Hafted Axe 4
Dagger 1

Wisdom: 3
Valour: 3
Damage: 2
Parry: 7 (9 in woodlands), +2 shield (9 & 11)
Protection: 2d+4

Virtue- Mastery of Expertise (long hafted axe), Hunter's Resolve
Reward-Cunning Made Leather Corselet, Grievous Axe
Endurance: 25
Fatigue: 19 (war gear)
Starting Hope:15
Current Hope:12
Shadow Points(T) 3
Fellowship Focus: (Previously Arathor, Currently None)
Standing: 1
Travel Role: Huntsman

Experience points spent 38
Experience points to spend 0
Advancement points spent 34
Advancement points to spend 0
Treasure points 9

Gear: Long Hafted Axe, Bow, Dagger, leather corselet, helm
travel gear includes a tin whistle,twine for making snares, Flint and tinder, kindling hatchet and several arm rings of hack silver.

Regnald, known as 'The Fox', was born and raised in a hamlet on the Dusky River called Woodman's Ford. When he was barely three summers old, the Wizard Radgast brought a foundling girl child(Dagmar) to his mother, who was currently nursing his newborn baby brother(Alwis). Despite their initial misgivings, his parents accepted Radagast's word that the child had no evil in her and agreed to raise the girl as their own. She was, according to the old wizard, a special child and perhaps destined for great things.
As the three grew up together, they played with the other children at the pool by the little waterfall, just south of the village.it was here that Regnald first noticed her affinity with the water and gave her the pet name of 'little otter'.
These days, she is known among their people as 'the Foundling'. Regnald refuses to use the term and continues to address her as 'little otter'. He regards her as his blood kin, even if she is not and he is prepared to fight anyone who suggests otherwise.
His own name is 'the Fox'. As a child, his mother would often send him into the woods between the hamlet and, nearby, Rhosgobel. "Off you go, little fox, bring us home a rabbit for our supper." Never once did Regnald fail in his duty to his family, even if it took him three days. He was a determined boy and would not return empty handed. His parents, Acbold and Heledwis, grew used to his going off for days on end. They recognised his love for the woods and soon gave up on forbidding him to cross the river into the wilder parts of the forest.
Now he is a man and the name suits well his russet brown hair and beard as well as his guile.
He never failed in his duty as a boy and he has sworn that he will never fail in his duty as a man to protect his people. He is a warrior of some skill but is wise enough to realise that a dead hero is no hero at all.
He firmly believes that the Free Folk of the Wilderland must unite to have any chance of survival. The shadow over Mirkwood has rescinded but only fools believe that it is anything more than a breathing space.
He has travelled to Dale to seek the patronage of King Bard, a gift-giver and a Dragonslayer, no less. So far he has failed to gain an audience. The King is ever surrounded by an army of scribes and counsellors who have constantly barred his way.
He is currently at Laketown, awaiting the opportunity which will prove his mettle. Something that will draw the King's attention.
He has been accompanied by Dagmar(much to his consternation). He knows that he should not worry about her unduly. She is a match for any young male warrior and he rarely underestimates her capabilities but he is her older brother and, sometimes, he just cannot help it

[thekingofkings]

Our dwarven companion from our Obsidian Portal page:

Hvaldi Blackfeather

Description:

Hvaldi Blackfeather is quite large for a Dwarf. He is strongly built with muscle gained from hard toil and training. He is dark of feature with long brown, almost black hair and dark eyes. He tends to wear a helmet or a hood as he is unused to the full glare of the Sun. That being said, he has grown rather tanned due to his recent extensive travels on the surface.

His armor is rather heavy and his large, hexagonal shield has seen much use as evinced by the many carefully tended nicks, dings, knocks and all manner of blemishes. He wields a large one-handed hammer with an ornate wooden haft that seems to shine dully. His armor bears many artistic flourishes depicting Ravens and dark feathers. His crest is three black feathers upon a field of white.
Bio:

Hvaldi is tired. Tired of constantly being berated by his fellow Dwarfs of the Lonely Mountain. Tired of constantly enduring the scorn attached to the name “Blackfeather.” And exceedingly tired of having to work a never-ending stream of menial tasks and jobs while his skills as a warrior and a smith go to waste.

After one final argument with his father in which Hvaldi was disowned and barred from keeping in touch with his family Hvaldi left. He has decided to set out and see the world, hopefully earn some coin and most certainly escape the cloud that shrouds the name Blackfeather. His sister, married outside of the Blackfeathers, is his only contact and through her he still gets word to and from his Mother.

After taking up with Baern and friends, Hvaldi has been regularly engaged in trying to further the aims of pacifying and retaking the North, Baern’s ancestral homeland and potential kingdom. He adventures with his friends while keeping a journal and sending the occasional letter back to his Sister in the Lonely Mountain.