Hmmm, I love your idea Angrycaterpie, and was planning on doing something similar myself, but if your willing to do it, I'll step aside.
I would assume that you could choose what type of human you are? As in, a Gondorian or a Rider of Rohan, for two examples.
Anyway, it would be a RP I'd join any day, good luck.
Muohohohohoho, it's more diverse than THAT.
Rohan, Gondor, Dunedain, Ithilien, Gundabad, Dunland, Dale. etc.
It's not just for the men, either:
Elves can be Lothlorien, Rivendell, Mithlond, Mirkwood, etc.
Dwarves can be Erebor, Moria, Celduin, etc.
AAAAAAND so forth.
I'll put up the plot in a few.
EDIT: And here I go:
"I see in your eyes the same fear that would
take the heart of me. The day may come when
the courage of Men fails; when we forsake
our friends and break all bonds of
fellowship; but it is not this day - an
hour of wolves and shattered shields, when
the Age of Man comes crashing down - but it
is not this day!!! This day we fight! By
all that you hold dear on this good earth -
I bid you-!"
King Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, could not finish his sentence. What should have marked as an age of peace in the days of Middle-Earth has descended further into war. Concerned, Aragorn and his allies turn to the massive Black Gates of Mordor, curious what Sauron may have in store for these brave heroes.
When a man, clad in armor, steps out of the gates alone- without an army nor weapon. But this man- no, this vile creature- could be recognized by even the most simple of minds.
Clad in black armor, with a monstrous stature of eight feet and almost a full ton, he stepped towards the king of men and raised his right arm and flexed his fingers in an ominous gesture. What lay upon his ring finger frightened all on the field, save the wielder. A small ring, inscribed with deadly words, shined brilliantly upon the dead fields.
The Dark Lord Sauron had returned.
The White Wizard Gandalf, wide eyed at this realization, staggered backwards in despair, muttering, "No... Frodo... he has failed and in doing so, has revived Sauron... All hope is-"
Suddenly, Aragorn draws Anduril, his newly forged blade, and points it at Sauron, emitting an equally brilliant light off of the steel.
"No! Hope still remains, even in the face of evil! I WILL DEFEAT YOU! RETURN TO BARAD-UR, SAURON!"
The large man in black just hissed in a condescending manner, replying,
"YOU SWINE... YOU DARE SPEAK TO YOUR GOD IN SUCH A MANNER? I WILL BREAK YOU AND YOUR SWORD IN HALF WHEN I'M FINISHED WITH YOUR LITTLE HOBBIT."
Aragorn gasped, whispering, "He's still alive? But then..."
Sauron lifted his hand up into the air, as darkness materialized inside his grip, forming as a two-foot long mace, reeking with evil energy. His weapon, Gorgoroth's Fury, sent fear down the backs of the brave men on that field. Even the stubborn Gimli shivered in his boots.
"YOUR MINDS ARE WEAK, YOUR SPIRITS DIMINISHED. HOPES WITHIN YOU ALL HAVE BEEN EXTERMINATED."
Sauron lifts a palm to the king of men and sends a sphere outward that knocks Aragorn to the ground. He sprawls to his feet and grasps Anduril, charging at Sauron.
"Even if I must die, I will not die in vain!"
"HOW PETTY OF YOU. LET US SEE HOW LONG YOUR WILL CAN LAST!"
Sauron lifts his mace and slams it upon Anduril...
Shattering both upon impact. Sauron kicks Aragorn away and walks away from the fields and into Mordor.
Legolas quickly drew his bow and fired multiple arrows at Sauron, all of which bounced off his armor.
Then the Dark Lord disappeared into a cloud of smoke, as the free men of Middle Earth fell back...
And thus began the Great War.
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Yeah, I'll try to think of a better ending line than THAT.