Thread: The Seekers of Valinor

I'd like to create this kin if there are enough people willing to join it.

The Seekers of Valinor are those who wish to see for themselves the light of Tirion and the Undying City itself. We are mainly Men, for it is our race that desires most this, but we can also take other races as well, if they wish to help us on our quest. This is no easy task. We know of the fate of those Men who, in their lust for power and glory, tried this, but failed to do so, even being the most powerful force next to the Valar, in their time.
But it is to Man that Ilúvatar bestowed the Gift, the will to change its fate, be it good or ill. The Valar do not see clearly our future, for we have the power to bend it at our own guise. We seek not power, but wisdom. We search not for immortality, but for lore. We are not enemies of the White Council, but rather their faithful servants. We will, one day, step unto the lands of Aman, ere we die in our endeavour and folly.

Anyone is allowed to join. The only requirements are good english, respect for others, and having fun in RP.

Please post here your character's name, age (optional) race, class, and bio.

I'll start with my own.



Falerinath,
Minstrel
Age: 91
Race: Human male

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Here follows the brief biography of Falerinath encountered in-game.

Heir of the house of Elros, Falerinath of Dale-Lands was present and assisted in the killing of Smaug, the last dragon of Middle-earth.
As a great scholar and loremaster, his greatest desire is to see the light of Tirion, the Undying city, and of Valinor.
Being a ministrel, he always stops by an inn and shares with strangers all of the tales he learned and all the songs that were taught to him. Some say his skill is comparable to that of Maglor, son of Fëanor.
Here are the words about Falerinath in the book "Of the Lonely Mountains" : "... and of all the men in Dale-Lands, Bard was the most reputed and soon became king of the Lake-City. Among those who withstood high in honour in the halls of the city were Britard, the Tall, Falerinath, the Minstrel, and Murtumroth, the Grim. (...) Of the second, much is known in the lore of Elves, Dwarves and Men alike for it was he that in the Battle in the Lonely Mountains still sang and played his flute when all others fled in fear."


Here is the biography, although not at its full extent, written by a scholar of Bree, that travelled enormously throughout Eriador collecting all that was known about Falerinath in those regions.

Falerinath is a descendant of the line of the Númeroneans from Meneldil's side and a distant cousin of Bard, the Bowman, the slayer of Smaug. His númenorean blood is mingled with that of the House of Girion, through the love of Manerdil, the Music-Maiden, and of Gerphur, cousin of Gorian. Being their grandson, he learned all of the lore of both her grandmother's kin and grandfather's alike : from one, he learned music, and all the love, hope and radiance that shines and warms the heart, and from another, the skill of battle and of relentless mercy, and of honour and pride ; from both, he inherited the love of the land and of the nature, and of the respect of the deeds of his ancestors. He grew to be a great loremaster and smither in Dale, always eager to know more and to understand the order of things and mastering them.
Very soon, he became enamoured with the minstrel art, and known as Falerinath, the Minstrel, for his love for music was great. Joyous were the days in the halls of Dale when Falerinath gladly sung the stories of old, where a man and woman with their love would thrive off every evil on the earth, and grim and dark were the nights when the Minstrel would sadly tell of the falls of Men and Elves by the hands of the Enemy.
Falerinath is known by his merry mood, tempered with wisdom, and by his flute-playing and luthe fiddling.

It was in the Battle of the Five Armies that he became known to many by relentlessly slaying the enemy and valiantly playing his flute. When some would fall in despair, it was he that would raise up their morale with his merry flute. Falerinath became then among those "who withstood high in honour in the halls" of Men, Elves and Dwarves alike. Much of his previous and latter deeds is accounted in the book "Of the Lonely Mountains".
Driven off by an imperious thirst for new songs and stories, he set out for a journey to the southern-eastern lands, and travelled through regions such as Lothlórien, Shire and Bree, ever-learning of their craft and lore as he went.

In Bree, many people were willing to hear the wonderous and dreadful stories from Falerinath, and for that reason he was pleaded by them to stay there, though not unwillingly. He soon heard of the feats of a group of adventurers named "Order of the Silverkeep", and happy was the day when he was approached by their leader, Sinzina, a woman, and was asked to join them: he was thrivelled with joy and thus became part of the Silverkeep.

There are some though who firmly state that Falerinath's departure had other motives. In fact, Bard II, son of Bard, slayer of Smaug, told once to the author "Of the Lonely Mountains" that "he knew much of his love and interest to the stories of the Undying Lands and of the City of Light, and was grieved to know of Falerinath's journey, for he perceived more than any other Falerinath's true purposes : an endless quest for Valinor and Tirion, to see the light of the Immortal Lands." Many insist that this cannot be true, for Falerinath knows many things, and of all men, he knows very well of the unexistance of Aman in Arda, and of the ill fate of those, being not of elven-kindred, who seek it.

Some, being familiar with the Storyteller's stubborn personality, uplifting morale and ever-merciful, dare to say that, when possible, Falerinath captures an Orc, and leads it to a place known to few, and there he tries with all of his lore and resources to change it back to what it once was, if it even was something in the beginning, for he believes that the souls of the tormented elves corrupted and imprisoned by Morgoth in long forgotten times still lie present in the current form of Orcs. All of his mind, will and hope is supposedly then bent to this single purpose only. Wether if he was even once successful, no man has ever told.
It has become of traditional knowledge in Bree that the only time the Minstrel, returning from an unkown place where he dwelled for some time, looks disappointed and willing to tell no tale, and sadness and grim can be read in his face, is when he hasn't succeeded in this task. Townsfolk then whisper to each other the common saying : "The Merry-Minstrel is unhappy. Woe to him and all of us! For once again he did not achieve his purpose."