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Are there any notable differences in reproductive rates for the three races?
I'm pretty sure elves reproduce much more slowly than men, and dwarves are somewhere in the middle. But I'm not sure about the dwarves.
Are there any notable differences in reproductive rates for the three races?
I'm pretty sure elves reproduce much more slowly than men, and dwarves are somewhere in the middle. But I'm not sure about the dwarves.
More importantly, elves don't have kids during wartime; their actual rate of childbirth is somewhat academic, since outside of extremely peaceful bits of the seige and irrelevant-to-combat-reserves places like Gondolin and Doriath, they won't be having nay.I'm pretty sure elves reproduce much more slowly than men, and dwarves are somewhere in the middle. But I'm not sure about the dwarves.
Yeah. Meanwhile, dwarves are both slow to gain experience and slower to reproduce, making going outside even more of a hazard. They're just not cost-effective for a forum that's gonna want to get into the action.More importantly, elves don't have kids during wartime; their actual rate of childbirth is somewhat academic, since outside of extremely peaceful bits of the seige and irrelevant-to-combat-reserves places like Gondolin and Doriath, they won't be having nay.
So wait the ancestors of Numenor got Numenor for losing their homes and fighting against Melkor. What did the dwarves get?
So wait the ancestors of Numenor got Numenor for losing their homes and fighting against Melkor. What did the dwarves get?
Well, the ones who fought Melkor lost their homes trying to murder elves, so they got nothing. The survivors of Nogrod and Belegost fled to Khazâd-Dum, which was the 'Numenor' of the dwarves.
That's wrong.
Belegost and Nogrod were flooded when the Valar Sunk Beleriand. The Elves had nothing to do with their decline. Even then they still partially stood into the second age as the dwarves there migrated east in waves, not all at once.
Even then some of the outlying holds still had population into the third age.
Yeah, that's one of the sucky bits of chargen. I always imagine what would've been different and how our choices would've changed if we picked another option. I take it as a sign that I'd be okay with any of them, rather than a sign that I'm sad something lost.Though I'll always wonder what could have been with the character of Feanor at our fingertips, or the dark might of the hordes of Angband moving before our shadowed gaze.
This quest is starting to remind me of The Kings of Men three years ago. Please don't die. Please don't die. Please don't die.Mmm, I hope that those whose option didn't win stay. So many came, and the chargen alone has gone farther than several quests.
Though I'll always wonder what could have been with the character of Feanor at our fingertips, or the dark might of the hordes of Angband moving before our shadowed gaze.
Mmm, I hope that those whose option didn't win stay. So many came, and the chargen alone has gone farther than several quests.
Though I'll always wonder what could have been with the character of Feanor at our fingertips, or the dark might of the hordes of Angband moving before our shadowed gaze.
The House of Beor were the First House of the Edain who crossed over into Beleriand.As someone who knows little to nothing of the House of Bëor, would anyone be willing to give a quick and dirty rundown on them?
The Fëanorians would've been an absolute train wreck, and from my pov the only worse faction to play would've been the literally evil one. Because their oath leaves them little room to work with, and well... let's just say they have independent actions for a very good reason, which is an issue when some of the individuals in question are perfectly willing to take actions that involve forcibly marrying someone to gain access to her father's army.Mmm, I hope that those whose option didn't win stay. So many came, and the chargen alone has gone farther than several quests.
Though I'll always wonder what could have been with the character of Feanor at our fingertips, or the dark might of the hordes of Angband moving before our shadowed gaze.