Telperonwe, The Turncloak

*"My time has passed. And in the days to come, our foes will gather before us like a pack of wolves called to a feast. Let me bathe in orc blood before it's over. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my sword separates their foul heads from their shoulders. Then, and only then, will I die content"*

~~Telperonwe to RikjeB

**[MAJOR WORK IN PROGRESS]... A LOT OF STUFF IS YET TO B**

## Telperónwë "Turncloak" Nainaro

### Alias

Turncloak, The Bowspammer, Familiar Fez, Trevor Of Petty-Silver, Trevor Silvertongue

## Player information

### Time of departure

30th November 2019

**E ADDED. I MERELY SPENT AN HOUR AND A HALF ON THIS.**

**Background**

Telperónwë "Turncloak" Nainaro or otherwise known as Trevor was born on the TA 1710. A boy who came from a low-born family who has risen to significant power.

Orphaned at a young age, having lost his father to an orc skirmish then, his mother to the Great Plague. He spent his early life as a street urchin, doing whatever to survive. Begging, thieving, and working for bandit gangs to earn bread, living always one step ahead of the law and those who wished him ill. One day he was caught attempting to steal a barrel of athelas that belonged to a Gondorian lord. He was then, taken to custody and brought to the owner where he awaited judgement. The lord seemed rather amazed that someone as low as Trevor would dare to loot from him while accompanied by five men-in arms and was almost successful, had he not woke up the wolf nearby.

To his astonishment, the lord ruled that no harm would go to the boy and that he would instead become his personal cupbearer in his court as a sentence. From then on he would live in Ras Morthil, serving bread and wine and scrubbing the floor. Despite their differences in social status, the two would later get closer and eventually become friends. He spent his adolescent years as a stage boy in a theater. His three years of work in the theater gave him a lasting impression of how to influence an audience through acting and costumes Though he was of low-born status, he was able to befriend many Gondorian nobles and lords who grew to love his plays. Through his talent and career, he was able to garner a reputation as *Trevor "the charming"*

Once an adult, Trevor was conscripted to the Gondorian Army in Osgilliath where he began his training to become a knight. However, fate has other plans for the young squire.

**Life in Minas Morthil**

 Small buildings, houses and other structures populate the grounds outside the castle walls, homes for the poorest of the poor. Minas Morthil, the ancestral seat of Lord Eregnir Dalek, showed signs of decay after being around for ages, but its inhabitants are determined to repair any weaknesses to make sure this castle will be around for ages to come. There he would become friends with doug04, who lived under the same roof as him. Doug had unintentionally provoked Mordor into a war with Gondor by revealing one of their ranger hideouts that was meant to be kept a secret. Doug had just turned a hidden underground fallback base into an open settlement by building a small village on top of it, without the knowledge his superiors. This enrages, Tarixxiv, the Prince of Ithilien because it gave Mordor a valid casus belli for war as the base was located illegally close to the Minas Morgul waypoint. Prior to this, Gondor and Mordor, despite being natural enemies, had agreed to mutually respect each others' borders. Now that the pact was violated, Mordor doesn't have to fulfill their end of the bargain and can justify launching an invasion. For his immature attitude coupled with his foolish blunder in Ithilien, he was stripped of his rank and decommissioned from the rangers of Ithilien.

**Military service**

When he reached adulthood, he was pressed to the Gonodor military as a squire. No matter how much he trained and practised , Trevor could never master the art of the spear. He would constantly lose in training duels to his opponents. He was constantly looked down upon by his more competent peers. Duel after duel, his peers would snigger and mock as he tries and fails to overcome his opponents, leaving him bruised every attempt he makes. He hated every minute of it as he felt it was damaging his "charming" reputation. One day he and every other squires were invited to a mallorn party. This mallorn party was a monthly event organised by the Mallorn council that seeks to strengthen the relationships of all factions in the council. Gondor, being an ally of the High Elves were invited to this special occasion. In that party, the organisers hosted a fierce pvp tournament between the High Elves and Gondor. Here he thought he could prove himself a mighty warrior to heal his already damaged reputation. To his utmost disappointment, this backfired and he became a receiving end of insults from his very own men-in arms. "Trevor the charming? More like Trevor the clumsy!"

Humiliated, the miserable squire gave up pvping and wanted to withdraw from the army as soon as possible. He then successfully deserted the Gondorian military through a series of bribes and by pretending to be a cripple.

**Filthy Rich**

Trevor envied the lords and nobles of the country who were able to spend gold to their hearts' content. They lived in large castles and had servants who could tend to their every need. He wanted to create a persona of significance despite his status. He was tired of being Dalek's cupbearer. Upon the release of public beta update 39, generated Gondor towns and villages were added to the mod and in sequence, the server. He heard rumours that there were heaps of gold and silver found in the chests of those towns, with large opulent markets crowded with traders conducting daily businesses. He set out to find and loot every town he could. Though the loot were plentiful, they weren't enough for him to compete with other lords. Those towns were getting looted fast by other players. This update brought about a great opportunity for Gondor players who for the first time ever, had their own faction traders. He watched as many Gondorian players went exploring to seek out towns for traders to claim for their own. This gave Trevor, a brilliant idea for making loads of money. Instead of going to every town and loot, he would claim (banner-ing) every town he could find and start selling them to Gondor players for a significant price. What made this even more successful, was that he extended this deal to evil players as well. To coerce, the Gondorians to buying those towns from him, he threatened to sell them to Mordor players for a cheaper price. Through this, he successfully made over 100,000 pieces of silver.

**Land of the Moon**

Trevor set out on a long journey to Ithilien looking for rangers to hire, having heard that they were one of Gondor's most well trained and adept warriors. He would be accompanied by his friend, doug04, along with SamuVelt, flopflip3, BR8K, and Stefan1712 Along the way, they stumbled upon a deserted orc camp on a hill. Dust and debris littered the roads within the camp while the ground was cluttered with dead men, some partially devoured by orcs. The corpses were all piled against each other. Strangely, none of them were clothed- *seems like orcs didn't like the taste of leather.* The eerie silence together with the gruesome sight of dead men, sent a shiver down their spines. Despite it being abandoned, the six couldn't resist the urge to glance around their surroundings, anticipating an attack. The six immediately departed from the camp and continued on their journey to Amon Olog.

Four strong, square towers guard the weakest points of this castle and are connected by enormous, solid walls made of Gondor rocks.
Crude windows are scattered thinly around the walls in seemingly perfect symmetry, along with holes of various sizes for archers.
A regular gate with broad wooden doors and archer holes guards the inhabitants of this ranger fortress, but it's not the only way in when you know the fortress secret passages. Amon-Olog, named after the ferocious beast, which thundering roar terrorised the hearts of men.
In spite of the illegality in the building's close proximity to Minas Morgul, the rangers have refused to remove that build as it would be too much work to relocate to a new base. The six having arrived at their destination, were then disappointed to find out that the ranger captain npc, had been killed. They would have to wait till nightfall for the captain to respawn.

**Friend or foe?**

As the group were encamped in the fort, a raven from the Minas Tirith reached them, bearing a message with the King's seal. The letter entails a warning to every Gondorian to stay vigilant as Mordor under aidansebestian had officially declared war. Since the King was struggling to defend too many holdings with a small army, he has ordered his forces in the Blackroot Vale, Ithilien, and Anfalas to withdraw and be redeployed in the garrison of Osgiliath and Cair Andros.

"bwAAAAAAAHHHP!", the piercing sounds of an air horn blasted from outside the fortress premises and echoed through the doorway. As they peaked outside the windows, all ill thoughts of fear had been put to rest. There was an army of Ithilien rangers marching towards Amon Olog. "Fear not, sons of Gondor! We are your reinforcements. Open the gates!" A tall hooded man dressed in dark robes, holding a torch, stepped out of formation, making himself known Relieved, doug04 dashed out the keep and to the gatehouse to grant them access inside. Trevor however, got confused.- *"Didn't the King of Gondor just announced that he was temporarily withdrawing his forces from Ithilien to concentrate them elsewhere?"*

"In the name of his majesty, the King, I command you to open the gates!", the man ordered.

**The Siege of Amon-Olog**

As doug opened the gate, the man pulled down his hood and charged ferociously at doug, inflicting a heavy blow to his chest with hammer. Soon, the army poured into the gates and the defenders panicked. "It's a trick. Run back to the keep!" yelled Stefan1712. Refusing to leave his friend for dead, Trevor rushed to grab doug, lying unconsciously. The hooded man prepared to duel with Trevor but was drawn back by SamuVelt manage to shoot him thrice with his bow. As Trevor picked up doug, they hurried their way back into the keep, locking themselves in. The attackers have breached the first wall and are now preparing to assault the keep. "They may have the courtyard, but they cannot breach these gates. Not until they bring in siege weapons..." SamuVelt said dreadfully. "It's only a matter of time, we can't stay here for too long. Unless, we were...were to request for backup." Trevor reluctantly suggested. Trevor knew that if the Gondorian army reached him, they would eventually find out about his malingering history considering his current physical state. As Trevor tended to doug's wounds, Stefan1917 sent a raven to Osgilliath in a call for aid. SamuVelt together with a company of hired rangers stood on top of the tower exchanging fire with the enemy outside. Doug, badly bruised, cheeks blood red, and eyes filled with dread remorsefully apologised to everyone for his hastiness which led to this.

Seeing their odds of surviving were slim, Trevor attempted to negotiate with the invaders, hoping to stall them long enough till help arrives. He initially offered them half his wealth in exchange for safe passage out of the fort, with their heads intact in which was rejected. The hooded man not only demanded full control of the fort but, that at least 3 men be taken as prisoners for enemy intel. Trevor in spite of his weakness, yelled at them, "Nay. While I may live for another day, I may never forgive myself for what you ask of me for life. We will fight!" in full defiance of the enemy.

"BANG! BANG! BANG!" ,the attackers assaulted the gates with a battering ram. The four in the keep prepared for what may be their last stand. With the ranger captain respawned, they hired as many as 30 rangers each. Suddenly they saw arrows whine through the air. "Yrch!" screamed SamuVelt. A few men were shot dead to the ground, but most of the arrows fell dead because of the hardy armor of the Gondorians.

The enemy had breached the inner castle gate. "Sheild wall!" The men formed a shield wall. A fierce exchange in a volley fire commenced. The enemy fell drastically in number but they outnumbered the defenders 5 to 1. Then, both sides clashed in melee in fearsome warcries, flanking the defenders. Both Stefan1719 as well as flopflip3 fell due to overwhelming numbers. As the remaining defenders looked at each other with grief, it was at this moment another warhorn blew from outside the fortress gates.

All of a sudden, the attackers broke off from their lines and retreated. Confused, the three remaining exchanged looks and heard a cry, "Gondor! For Gondor! Death to the enemies of Gondor!" It was as if the Valar had intervened. Trevor thought, "They're breaking." The flankers had now become the flanked. The enemy were scampering, throwing down their weapons. The hooded man was gone. A wedge of armoured riders had come. Floating above them were the largest banners yet, the White Tree of Gondor. The attackers were routed within minutes. From the center of the wedge formation, a knight among them sauntered into the keep where the defenders were introducing *himself.* The knight took off *his* helmet and lo and behold, it was a lady in Gondorian armour. The trumpets blew again with cries of excitement.

"Good job, my lord Tarixivv," she remarked as Tarixxiv from behind her, sheathed his bloodied sword, turning towards her. "Nah, you did most of the work. Our men are cheering for you." Tarixxiv returned the praise.

Tarixxiv declared,"The battle is over. We have won!." releasing the tension that had kept the three friends awake for two days.

**Duty**

Following the bloody battle of the Glittering Caves, the victorious orc army paraded through the guildhall. One orc commander among them, Ugrug, marched towards the crypts where the late king mewarmy laid to rest. The tomb was made from the finest marble of Middle Earth with highly detailed gold plates placed around it. Four pillars were placed around the tomb to light up the area and to represent the four major virtues of their beloved king; honour, valor, loyalty and kindness. Elanor flowers were placed around the grave to symbolise the stars of the sky which would light up the heaven. As the sun was going down, so was the light of the eorlings.

Ugrug, with his deep seated contempt for the mew, kicked it, and roared, "Awaken O Dawnbringer! We're back. We're back! Did you forget about us? Our victory today marks the superiority of the White Hand over the Horse-men. Mew, wake up! Try to stop us!"

**Appearance and personality**

Telperónwë face is as pale as the moon. Eyes, red and sharp. His hair dark and scruffy. He has pasty skin and a pallid chest.

Though a craven, Telperónwë is extremely cautious to pick his battles. He is socially awkward and most probably introverted. Having had a scarred childhood, he grew up bitter and in a constant desire for justice. He is fiercely protective towards those close to him. He had all the cunning of any maiar. His voice was soft, his words sweet as sugar while his willpower as strong as iron. His motto is, "Politics is deception." The best summary of Telperónwë is that *you want him on your side but not on your team.*

A masterful schemer who plots discreetly to bring down his stronger foes. He takes pleasure is outsmarting his foes to gain an upper-hand and would rather kill his enemies while they sleep than openly threaten them. His extremely pragmatist approach towards war would cause him to disregard other virtues such as honour, to the point of saying that honour is irrelevant when fighting the servants of Sauron.