Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26767096-20170423051259

It's been night for five years now.

In the year 125 of the Fourth Age, Eldarion had settled into his rule over Gondor, and was doing quite a good job of it. Theoden II, the King of Rohan, had annexed the southern half of Dunland, and seemed to be a fairly militaristic king - a great warrior. Thorin Stonehelm prospered from the Iron Hills, and a chieftain of the Woodmen of Mirkwood, calling himself Gerris of Northmarch, had declared himself High King of the Vale, with little opposition. Dale and Dorwinion both opened trade routes with the Rhunaerim. The North remained wild, apart from the cities, which were vassals of Eldarion of Gondor.

Then, the sun went down. It did not come back up. People were confused. Then they panicked. Then they tried to fix it, and failed. Now they've accepted it. But what if it could be reversed?

A self-announced prophet has arrived in the city of Pelargir, and has been wandering the streets and docks, preaching about how heroes and warriors are required to bring back the dawn. He is currently sitting by the docks, staring out into the distance.

You know where this is going.

Name: Altyr

Title/Nickname: The Red

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Race: Mostly Numenorean

Physical Description: 6'5, somewhat slim, shoulder-length black hair and beard, hazel eyes, extremely pale skin from lack of sun.

Personality: Proud and somewhat vain, but intelligent and a great fighter. Loyal to his friends.

Weapons: Mithril longsword with moonstone set in the hilt. On the blade, inscribed in indecipherable runes, is 'Ithicarion'.

Armor: Long blood-red cloak. Black tunic, red breeches, and black leather boots. He wears a shining steel chainmail shirt over his tunic, and when he wears a helmet, it has blood-red feathers in its top. 