#LOTRO Wargs

[rohirric-hunter]

warg juice warg juice

#lotro #huge fan of warg juice

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

#lotro #forochel #consumables #flask of warg oil #made from the blood of a warg. when smashed the smell of the oil will cause fear in the hearts of beasts

[loremastering]

Now you see, my son. The wider world is not for you.

#lotro #i had a thought about daer (my lotro main) seeing a warg on the other side of the anduin once #it was scaryyyy #and his mom being a helicopter parent and being like what did i tell you about exploring and looking at places you shouldnt :( #srry this is very messy i was experimenting #my art

[captainderyn]

[Fictober] 17. “Are you serious?”

Prompt: 17. “Are you serious?”

Genre: Fanfiction (LOTRO)

Rating: T

Pairing: Raenor/Wulfwryn

CW: Mentions/description of injury

Summary: On the snowy plains of the Misty Mountains a fight goes wrong, leaving Wulfwryn to deal with the consequences.

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They were surrounded. 

All over the snowy plain goblins and wargs raced towards them, flitting in and out of view in the blizzarding snow. 

Though her ears rang from the roaring incantations Raenor threw at the encroaching enemies she could still make out the cackling of the goblins and the low, throaty snarls of the wargs. 

She hadn’t seen monstrous creatures such as these since the North Downs and Lone-Lands. Long before she’d come to know Raenor’s shoulder pressed into her back or the familiar way they worked in tandem like dancers on a stage. 

She slammed her shield into a goblin, tossing it back into the snow. Her sword flashed in a deadly arc, and she yanked it back with a rattling gasp. 

They’d been fighting for what seemed like forever, inching closer and closer to the snowy edge of a gully. The goblins were pushing them back towards the foothills of the mountains, hoping to back them into the corner. 

“Wulfwryn!” Raenor shouted over the shuffling footfalls of the enemy, “When you say you love me, are you serious?” 

When she said…Wulfwryn bashed her shield into the nose of a warg, sending it skittering back with a yelp. A well aimed blow felled that creature too, only for another well on its way to taking its vacancy.

“Now is not really the time!” she snapped back. 

Raenor’s voice took a manic edge to it, “Answer me.”

The force in his usually soft, even voice shocked the words from her throat: “Of course I mean it!” 

    If she were facing him, and his back were not pressed against hers instead, she would’ve seen a grim smile grace his face. 

    A weight slammed into her back, sending her toppling forward. 

    Her face wet the snow in a burst of freezing and sharp pain, all breath leaving her body as she was sent rolling by a second force slamming into her side. 

    A shadow flew above her, a ragged cry with it. 

    Her vision went red even before she was on her knees, then scrambling to her feet. The snow slid her feet from under her, sending her down again in a flurry of powdered snow and razor sharp ice. 

    “Raenor!” she roared, even as the snow still blinded her. 

    She could see just enough, the red path trailing over the edge of the gully. The snarling of a warg warning goblins from its prey. 

    Her sword knew no mercy as she careened over the edge of the gully, the few foot drop buckling her knees. The warg gave a mighty yelp, snapping at her, but its ferocity could not match the feral rage that set fire to her blood. 

    In the far distance a horn blew, sending the goblins amassing at the top of the gully skittering back towards their masters. 

    Wulfwryn discarded her sword, threw aside her shield. 

    “No, no, you idiot.” she hit the ground beside Raenor, warrior’s hands--not healer’s hands--hovering over the tattered fabric of his tunic.

    No elven fabric, made for light battle, could withstand the sharp bite of a warg’s teeth or their sheer jaw strength. Neat punctures lined across his chest and over his shoulder. 

    Did goblins lace their wargs with poison as they did their blades? She’d never heard of it, but she’d learned long ago never to discount any possibility. 

    Her head went light at the wounds. 

    Elves bled as red as men. 

    “Raenor.” She snarled, ripping her cloak from her shoulders and pressing it tightly to his chest and shoulder. Blood trailed from his temple, no doubt from the dragging fal, “You stupid, stupid elf, what do you think you’re doing?” 

    She cast around for any sign of…something, she didn’t know what. 

    This snowy plain was far from any of the dwarven camps, and they would not be equipped to handle this. 

    He certainly wouldn’t bleed out, of that much her rudimentary skills could tell her, but there were far more sinister things they came from wargish wounds. Their bites were nasty, prone to all manner of festering issues. 

    “Stupid, stupid elf.” She repeated under her breath before sucking a deep breath in. She did her best to imitate the whistle the elves had taught her for their mounts. They’d left the horses forging for sprouts beneath the snow cover before they’d stepped foot on the plain. She prayed the fighting hadn’t scared them back to the camp. 

    She tugged Raenor off the snow and half onto her lap, brushing the snow from his hair. It was ridiculous, there were better things to worry about, but all she could think was how desperately he hated the feeling of clumped snow against the back of his neck. 

    “I’m going to kill you myself if you die on me.” she growled, “I might do it anyway.” 

    She whistled again and after several long moments a speckled gray horse appeared over the edge of the gully. She would have cried. 

    The horse perched at the edge of the gully, head overhanging and gave a loud snort. 

    Wulfwryn extended her hand, “Please.” she’d never begged a horse before, “Please, we need you.” 

    With another bellowing snort the horse eased its way down the hill, slipping and sliding until halting beside Wulfwryn. It sniffed at her hair before dropping its head to whuffle at Raenor’s cheek. 

    It seemed to know who its real kin was. 

    She pushed her freezing muscles to standing, pulling Raenor up with her. He groaned, his weight lolling into her side. 

    The stories always said elven horses were far more intelligent than they should be, but Wulfwryn witnessed it before her eyes as the horse eased itself down onto its knees. Enough so that Wulfwryn could pull Raenor on and scramble up herself. 

    She caressed the horse’s neck when it scrambled to its feet, “Thank you.” she murmured, before looking into the swirling snow. She didn’t know if the horses understood the common tongue, or if it understood speech at all, “What is it your people say? Niro Lim, to Rivendell.” 

    The horse gathered like a spring beneath her, leaping up the embankment. It dug its hooves into the snow and ran like it was made of wind itself. 

#captainderyn does fictober #fictober22 #fictober 2022 #lotro #lotro fanfiction #fic: Under the Party Tree #oc: Raenor #oc: Wulfwryn #otp: sing to me softly #i think there might be a part 2 to this I just didnt have time to write this #this is just outing me for my obsession with that one Aragorn-Warg cliff seen from the second movie #fictober22 where its Wulfwryn's turn to be stressed for Raenor

[sniperct]

don’t intend to get back into Lotro until the anniversary and I intend to use this character for the new low level stuff in Before the Shadow, but I also don’t intend to buy that until it’s discounted lol

BUT ANYWAY I had the most fun RP idea to try sometime

Meet Commander Sairia of the Federation vessel TBD. While investigating an unusual anomaly she was caught up in a wave of tachyon particles and wound up on a pre-historic earth.

Somehow she must survive orcs, wargs, the Witch King and Sauron himself all without breaking the temporal prime directive

[morgulscribe]

Rings of Power Episode 3

Episode 3 thoughts... Spoilers abound.

A man and an elf, chance companions... let's bring in a halfling and a dwarf, and go on a dungeon crawl through the ruins of Angband!

I'm not sure if it is because I have played LOTRO for over ten years, but I can't help comparing Rings of Power to LOTRO and other games. Watching this show feels like I'm a fly on the wall on someone's RPG campaign.

Although I will say that LOTRO's worldbuilding is WAY more vast and detailed than Rings of Power. However, no one has anything on MERP.

Numenor is very impressive looking. I did not imagine Armenelos as being so populated.

Why are the people of Numenor upset at the thoughts of sending Galadriel back to Middle-earth? I would think they would try to deport her as quickly as possible, given the anti-eldar sentiment at this time.

Miriel's headdress reminds me of a simplified version of Queen Puabi's headdress. She was an ancient Mesopotamian queen who was buried with an ornate golden headdress featuring metal rings, willow leaves, and flowers.

I felt that Galadriel behaved in a disgraceful way in the Numenorean court. Tolkien's good-aligned characters tend to be very polite. Even Luthien bowed before Morgoth.

I was thinking that, since Galadriel is very hot-headed in this series, that Halbrand would be the voice of reason. Then he goes and randomly starts up trouble with the Numenoreans. So I guess they are both hot-headed now.

Does Halbrand think that he can simply steal a badge and get into a smith's guild hall? It would be logical to assume that all the smiths know each other, unless it is a nation-wide guild hall instead of one specific to the city. I guess if it was a national guild, he could claim, "I'm so and so from the backwoods of Forostar." But he stated before that he knows little about Numenor, so there's that.

In Gondor, murder was punishable by death, and I would imagine that Numenor would have the same laws. Let's hope that Halbrand didn't actually kill someone in that fight.

I felt that the scenes with Galadriel and Halbrand in Numenor were troubled by the writers' desire to move the plot forward and the necessity to explain things to the viewers. It seemed that what the characters know/should know/don't know varied from scene to scene.

Numenor doesn't seem dangerous enough upon first glance. Even before Sauron took over, Numenor had become an oppressive place. The writers DID hint at this when Elendil was talking about how fortunate his family was that their library was not destroyed.

Does Elendil's armor have Varda and Manwe on it?

The captives sad in Proto-Mordor mourn.

I'm glad this series is showing the orcs' sensitivity to sunlight. I feel that this is something which gets left out of LOTR-themed games.

However, I don't like the orcs literally burning and smoking in the sun like some depictions of vampires! The sunlight made them dizzy and sick at their stomach, not at risk for turning into dust. Third degree sunburns, maybe, but not up in smoke.

The warg looks really fake, like a mutant pug/chihuahua mix. I imagine wargs as giant pony-sized wolves, not these ugly mutants/zombie creatures that people want to depict them as!

Actually, now that I think about it, the werewolves in the Twilight movies are pretty much how I see wargs. But evil = ugly in many filmmaker’s minds.

Every time they show a tall statue or a sweeping vista, I feel the call of the void... I WANT TO TAKE A FLYING LEAP OFF THAT GIANT STATUE'S HAND SO BADLY..... Seriously, that is the first thing I did when I came to the uppermost tier of Minas Tirith in LOTRO... launch myself off the prow. I actually survived the fall!

You might say that I am "well-traveled."

#amazon rings of power #lotr amazon #lotr on prime #rings of power

[lotrolulz]

For those who say Wargs are not intelligent..

I used to get into big-ass fights with my burglar friend Elleawyn about this when we PvMPd (vs my shitty Warg) and one of her stun/dazes wouldn’t work on me because I wasn’t an “intelligent creature”... SO OFFENDED.

Seriously though, these fuckers are smart. They can talk. Don’t believe me? They even do it during a quest in the Misty Mountains. Thorgest (a dwarf in Hrimbarg) tells you that “few” know the tongues of men, and even fewer will speak it to you.

Nonetheless, you must challenge their leader, Blackfang, for information (and control of the pack, but that’s insignificant!) 

And lo and behold, he speaks.

There you have it. Creatures of intelligence, proof presented. I have always loved this quest. The insight into warg culture was always invaluable to me. 

I knew I chose my monster class well. ;)

#LOTRO #LOTRO Game #LOTRO MMORPG #Lord of the Rings Online #The Lord of the Rings Online #LOTRO Lulz #LOTRO Warg #LOTRO Wargs #Warg #wargs #lotro misty mountains

[tehri]

Dunlending: There's been an awful ruckus coming from the Howling Caverns lately. I wonder what those goblins and all those wargs are doing.

*meanwhile, at the Howling Caverns*

Liljae: So help me, you big ugly mutt, if you move your hairy arse one inch closer to that backpack, I am going to skin you alive! No! NO! Alright, fine, you asked for it!

#tehri plays Lord of the Rings Online #Lord of the Rings Online #LotRO #Liljae the Minstrel #I am deedhunting in Dunland #there were like 21 wargs up there #so it took a while #and I wondered what in the world it must sound like to people not in the area #all that screeching #also I am a lootwhore #I see a corpse? I will loot it #I see a backpack? Mine now #I see a chest? must have contents

[ensignauthoress]

Well then, Muz, it’s just you and me. *cue The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly*

#this is what I get for being killed right before I can go after Muz #lol #Muz - Warg Keeper #orc #orcs #goblin #goblins #Weathertop #lotro #Lord of the Rings Online #Eruimin #Burglar

[olkili]

Doing the wolf/warg deed in three different areas today, including Angmar, reminded me of this doodle I did from some time back. It wasn’t actually meant to be, but I’m pretty sure it’s an Angmar wolf if not a warg. Hard to tell from this angle.

#LOTRO #doodles #wolf #warg

[rohirric-hunter]

I WAS gonna be like, "But who's watching over Tadrent when Rossaran and Bruidis are here? :(" except then I remembered what happens in Tadrent and I'm pretty sure they'll just lie to each other about whether or not there are needles in haystacks the entire time. They'll be fiiiiiiiine.

#lotro #gondor renewed spoilers #spoilers of umbar #until of course the wargs attack

[melissagt]

OC Stats Meme

Figured I’d do this for my main LoTRO character because...

GENERAL

Name: Rosawyn of Snowbourn

Gender: CIS Female

Age: 25

Place of Birth: Snowbourn, East Rohan 

Spoken Languages: Rohirric, Westron, Dunlendish (learning), Sindarin Elvish (learning), Adunaic-Haradrim (learning)

Sexual Orientation: Hetero

Occupation: Captain (military - cavalry)

APPEARANCE

Eye Color: Blue with gold highlights

Hair Color: Yellow/Blonde

Height: 5′10″

Distinguishing Marks: None

Overweight: No

Underweight: No

FAVORITE

Color: Blue

Music Genre: Bawdy melodies sung with great friends over even greater ale

TV Show: ?

Food: None as it currently stands - she can eat anything

Drink: Ale

Book: "There and Back Again” by Bilbo Baggins

HAVE THEY

Passed University: No

Had Sex: Yes

Had Sex in Public: Yes

Gotten Pregnant: No

Kissed a boy: Yes

Kissed a girl: No

Gotten Tattoos: No

Had a broken heart: Yes

Been in love: Yes

Stayed up for longer than 24hrs: Yes

ARE THEY

A Virgin: No

A Cuddler: Sometimes

A Kisser: Yes

Scared Easily: No

Jealous Easily: No

Trustworthy: Yes

Dominant: Sometimes

Submissive: Sometimes, but only in certain situations *wink* *wink*

In Love: Yes

Single: No

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: No

Thought of suicide: Yes

Attempted suicide: No

Wanted to kill someone: Yes

Rode a horse: *laughs*

Have/had a job: Yes

Have any fears: No

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Ethelwulf (brother)

Parents: Elfwyn (mother), Wulf (father)

Children: None

Pets: A Warg named Daisy, raised from a young pup.

Animal Significant Others (can’t call them pets): Estanvind, a fine-boned grey stallion, and Norte, a bay steed of battle...companions, friends, and brothers in arms.  

Significant Others: Jajax (lover)

#oc stats meme #oc rosawyn #lotro #captain of rohan #yes i totally ship rosawyn with jajax #haha

[loremastering]

goblin adventures

#lotro #lotro spoilers #gundabad #the giant warg is the same one you meet in vales of anduin

[beautifulics]

lotro can be so funny sometimes because... you’re this estimated warrior who has fought in the big battles, faced sauron, fought alongside aragorn, went into mordor, minas morgul, faced the witch king‘s boy toy, faced fucking shelob and the hoard of deadly dragons that killed so many dwarves ( and much more )... but then you have to catch mushrooms and lost chickens for the beornings because he’s afraid some wargs will eat them lmao

#ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsғɪᴛs ɪɴ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ — ❛ OOC. #I love how this game makes you feel the best warrior there is #but you also gotta help with ordinary stuff #like collecting mushrooms and berries... #it's fun though cause it helps with the ego #thought I could write today but not in the mood... #sorry peeps #ily #* DEL

[sniperct]

Do you have to play a hero in LOTRO, or will it also let you RP as someone more like grima wormtongue?

You are a hero. The only way to play an actually bad person is monster play, where you play an orc, warg, spider, etc in a special zone against player heroes.

But your character is narratively and gameplay wise a good person. I its an MMO so you're still a murder-hobo, but it's goblins, orcs, bandits, corsairs and actual armies at war lol

[captainderyn]

Fictober Day 2: The Lone Lands

Prompt number: 2. “Just follow me, I know the area.”

Fandom: LOTRO

Rating: Gen

Warnings/Tags: N/A

Read on AO3 or under the Read More

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“Are you sure that we are going in the right direction?” Raenor arced a brow, taking in the brittle grass and ragged hills rising around them. Craban fluttered in the shadows and wolves coated in matted, bloodstained fur rustled the dry weeds. 

They hadn’t seen any sign of anything, or anyone, for the past several hours outside of the packs of orcs and wargs alike. Wulfwryn had murmured vehemently about them breeding like fleas, that she had waded through too many of the wretched beasts for them to have already returned. He had tastefully ignored it; some battles were left untold. 

Especially since the woman in question had been decidedly unhappy about his position riding next to her, scowling ahead for most of the journey already. It had been the subject of his thoughts in the long periods of mundane trails: a small spark stolen in moonlit groves and lantern-lit alcoves had lit between them in Rivendell and she had been all the happier to fall into him, and apart beneath him, in the nights they had camped.   

Just as her attitude had shifted, so did the land the moment they passed over the Last Bridge. As they rode the land became more and more parched, the aching for rain that never seemed to come. In the distance sickly blackened-green clouds roiled and only upon pressing did Wulfwryn growl that ghouls and cruel spirits haunted the ruins there. That her blade had felled their leaders, but the corruption still held its fowl claws firmly in the land. 

In the back of his mind, rationality suggested that perhaps he should stop pressing for the details that had brought her to Rivendell. All that seemed to remain was grief, pain, and a need to forget. He had seen it in her eyes, even if she had tried to shadow it away. It wouldn’t do to make an enemy of his traveling partner as they followed the evils of the Cargûl and Skorgrim; they needed to have each other’s backs, not knives at each other’s throats.

“Just follow me, I know the area.” Wulfwryn looked over her shoulder, eyes shadowed beneath the hooded cloak she had drawn up in the evening’s cooling air. “Ost Guruth won’t be far from here, we’ll stop for the night once we reach the safety of the fortress.” 

At the minimum Wulfwryn’s navigational skills didn’t falter, leading them to the fortress of the Eglain just as the last lingers of dusk faded into the inky, star splattered sky. 

The fortress was more ruin than anything defensible, the stone worn down by winds and sand, sheltered more with walls than tents for all but the most important or needy of its inhabitants. 

Perhaps it shouldn’t have surprised him when later, when all eyes were off of them, their horses stabled and their packs shucked, Wulfwryn tugged him to her, her hands sliding up his neck to cup his jaw. 

“Don’t ask me anything,” she pleaded in the thin space between them. “Can we just...?” 

Forget the journey ahead? Forget the journey they’d already put behind their feet; the losses they had suffered along the way? The blood that stained their hands, the lives they had been ripped from? 

Letting his hands slide into her hair, pulling at the pins that held it until the thick braid fell down her back, twining and twisting until the strands fell loose between his fingers, he closed the sliver between them. “Absolutely.” 

It was far easier to let go than it was to fight the current. Perhaps one day they would dig their heels in and stride upstream. Just not today. 

#my writing #fictober19 #lotro #lotro fanfic #oc: Wulfwryn #oc: Raenor #otp: sing to me softly #im aiming to go against all my desires and keep these short #like literal drabbles #just so i can get them done and feel good about myself #even though posting little things feels like cheating lol #these two are trash #eventually they get over their "sleeping together just to Cope (tm) and develop an actual relationship #but until then...I guess this is what they are lol #no timeline cohesion with the last prompt #this is actually...before that