Wherein I begin an expedition in blog role play.
I’m proud to say I achieved a new level of dorkitude today. Upon acknowledging that I am a great hypocrite to have played Lord of the Rings Online for years and never established a dwarf character (like so many, I’ve been blinded by the grace, nobility, and better PR campaign of the elven race), I decided to rectify the matter. LOTRO is an online role-playing game where players may select one of 4 races (hobbit, man, dwarf, or elf) and a variety of classes (hunter, minstrel, guardian, etc.) and venture off into a thoroughly researched, and well-executed world of Middle Earth. Each character participates in quests in order to level up from 1 to 75. Players may choose to run solo, or to group up with other players, and the possibility for role playing abounds. The wonderful thing about this game is that locations are based on Tolkien’s descriptions and maps. The writers know what they are talking about, the graphics are good (if not cutting edge) and it is not too hard to immerse yourself in the lore, with a little imagination.
After carefully selecting his class (champion=lots of versatility), and appearance (seems he vaguely reminds me of someone), and finding an appropriate name, the dwarf Freryn is born. Those familiar with the history of Durin’s folk might recognize his name is derived from Frerin, Thorin’s ill-fated brother. Frerin died fighting against the orcs of Azog in the battle of Azanulbizar in 2799, at the very young age of 48.
Freryn was fortunate enough not to follow in the footsteps of his namesake, and has already reached a respectable 150 years. A full biography of Freryn remains unrecorded, but we know he is considered a warrior among his people, though at first glance he appears more like a merchant in fine clothes (carefully mended), and is possessed of an unexpectedly genial personality.
It was only recently that his skills were tested in the fight against those attempting to usurp the stewardship of Thorin’s Halls. Armed only with two woefully notched axes, it was in this unexpected conflict with the Dourhand dwarves that Freryn was marked as a valuable champion by Lord Dwalin, the rightful Steward. While Dwalin had given him a fine axe to replace his damaged weapon, and was very generous with his praise and hospitality, the lord was markedly less so with his silver and gold. Never having enough of the former, and rarely laying hands on the latter, Freryn was forced to remain at the Hall, honing his talents as an armourer to earn enough to keep him in the fine pipe-weed and wine he grew accustomed to during his recent stay in the elven city of Duillond.
At level 7, Freryn’s trials and triumphs are only beginning!