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History



            Duilîn (River Song) was born in 375, in a peaceful village in the lofty mountains of Ladros. His father, Huilîn (River Lord), was the lord of a small town, next to an important lake. Even though the town was small, it was growing steadily. This was thanks to the active trading that always happened on the harbour of Bangarim (Trade Lake), located within the mountains around Ladros.



            It was a warm summer night when Duilîn was born. As of traditions, a fortune-teller, called Bergil, was present, at the hour of birth. His father and mother, whose name was Ioren, did not expect anything special to be said by Bergil. For decades nothing special had happened in Ladros, except of course the usual skirmishes between Ladros and Angband, and it yet still seemed a peaceful place. But Bergil spoke these important words, which meant a lot for their father and mother: “Bangarim will grow, but loneliness cannot be fought against.” He then left immediately, and left Huilîn and Ioren in confusion, they did not know what Bergil, who had always been a great friend of them, meant by this, but they would soon find out…



            Duilîn grew up like every other boy in Bangarim. He had a peaceful youth, and he liked to wander around the mountains and forests near the town and lake. He was often found outside of the town, enjoying nature. When he went out he always took a book with him, to find a quiet spot, to sit down and read a little. But that was not his real love; hats. He absolutely loved hats. It could be any kind of headwear really, but hats were his favourites. He had a whole room in their house dedicated to hats, and his parents kept buying new ones for him. He had hats from all around the world, and he looked at them every day. Some he was very careful with, as they were very valuable, and some he liked to wear when going outside. He always took one matching the outfit he was wearing, and he really liked darker colours. Later when he had grown up, he would build a big house in the woods, all for him and his hats.



            It was a cold morning, in the summer of 385, and the sun was just rising above the mountain tops, when his father and mother went on an important journey to the Ladros capital. He waved them out, along with a few of their friends.

            A year later they still heard nothing of them. They should’ve been back for a few months by now, but still nothing. Messengers had been running back and forth, but there was no sign of them. They suspected that his parents and company had been ambushed by orcs of Angband, and would never be seen again. The prophecy became the truth, and loneliness fell upon Duilîn.



            He kept going outside more and more, and was often found far outside the Bangarim borders. Many times he didn’t even return home for a few days, but camped in his self-built hut far away in the woods. After some time, his friends gave up looking for him, as they knew he was somewhere far out.

            He got more used to now being the head of Bangarim, and took over control way more. And it did good to the town; it kept growing. And so did his hat collection. He kept expanding it with all sorts of hats, which he mainly bought from bypassing merchants, coming from all around the world. He had already built a house for his hats, somewhere in the woods, quite a way from Bangarim, where he could enjoy them in peace. He regularly went there, so he could escape the busy harbour. While at his house, suddenly one of his father’s servants came to his house. He had also been with them on their fatal journey, but he had now returned, however, almost dead, and very thirsty and hungry. As soon as Duilîn saw him coming, he ran to him, and gave him help reaching his house. There he gave him some food and water so he could regain at least a little bit of strength, to talk with him a little bit. The man told him all about the journey, and how his parents were captured by Angband orcs. They had all been dragged along and the ones that couldn’t properly walk anymore, were killed and thrown away. During this journey towards Morgoth’s stronghold, they got ambushed by some elves, scouting the area. In all the chaos he could escape, but he was the only one who could. He ran home as fast as he could, and now he was here.

            These last words were spoken with a very soft voice, and he soon gave his last breath.





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<p class="MsoNoSpacing">            Duilîn is a cheerful person. He likes being outside, away from the busy town. He is very fond of trees and such nature. He also doesn’t like fighting that much, and tries to stay out of any fight if possible. His biggest pleasure is his hat collection. He loves to take a look at it every now and then.

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<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Me, EnderShroom

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">            I have played on TSA, which I really enjoyed playing on, so thanks again for this. I still play on TOS and I am really enjoying my time there. However, even though I have played on TSA, I don’t have much experience with roleplay, as I didn’t participate that much, thinking I don’t have enough skill to be a good roleplayer.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">           I hope I can bring some beautiful builds to this server, and that I can have fun with everyone playing on there, and help out players when needed. <ac_metadata title="Application Duilîn, son of Huilîn"> </ac_metadata>