(I must request that you alter your post, Angel... I'm sorry but the threat was already seen and known of, and that is why Aemornion is there in Anuminnas with other Captains and forces of Gondor and also Marshals of the Riddermark with their own forces. The threat was already recognized, since Fornost was under attack... I apologize if this situation was not made clear enough beforehand, but I still request you attempt at a different approach to the RP)

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~Cyclist in Training~

Elenanna looked up as her hearing picked up voices, which weren't far from her. She looked slightly bewildered, before pressing her mare into an easy gallop, and moving to the side of the road. The mare galloped on for a half mile, before Elenanna spotted signs of a group. "We're closer than I expected." Elenanna murmured as she let her horse slow to a walk. Shadowpax snorted, and Elenanna chuckled softly.

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[Sorry for my absence, first of all I would welcome all those who joined in. Dhodrimme took the words right out of my mouth so no need to repeat myself.]

After a lengthy moment of time, Aemornion returned along with the other chieftans to the fields where the men were preparing for the battle. He beheld many different faces, most of them he knew for they come from the southern lands that is his home, but there were also men of Rohan and those of the North line who he did not recognise but respected their will for battle and the defence of the free lands.

"Grimbold, Ohtar... spread the news, we ride within half an hour over the course of the Grenway. See that everything is in order" Aemornion spoke to his commanders "We are expecting a larger host from the Southern parts of this kingdom but we will not wait for them. I learned that the strike has somewhat lessened on Fornost but that does not mean that its not lethal in the same way. Prepare for battle!"

The two men nodded in agreement and each one storde to their own group bringing and spreading out the news they recieved.

Aemornion walked to his stallion named Morandir and checked the saddle and the bridle of the horse. He knew that most of the fighting will be done on foot for the terrain near Fornost is uneven and not friendly for steeds, still he didnt wish to go unprepared in any way. After finishing securing the reins he gave a fond stroke to the stallion of whom he was very fond of while his gaze strained to the east and towards the Misty Mountains. He knew that somewhere out there, beyond sight loomed the fair Imladris, his thoughts strained to that place once again recalling all the beauty and the joy his heart found after the near lethal illness from which he recovered recently. With a heavy sigh he turned his gaze towards the north then, to the place where still darkness looms even as the sun slowly fades into the west.

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

(Headache... grrr... can’t think... I think all those chemicals for the garage flooring coating are getting to my brain >< Will work on a post during spare hours, but can’t promise anything soon. Besides... I better give everyone a chance to post. *chuckles slightly*)

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~Cyclist in Training~

(Couldn’t resist another post! Hehe. Slapped it together last night *guilty of staying up late again* Anywho... Eomira, I have your requested sketch here http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b19/H ... racopy.jpg Hope you like it. Haldir, could you please enter your character another way? Sorry to demand it, but I wasn’t doing too well the other day and didn’t notice your post changed. Also I would much prefer that they meet instead of just being there together; t'would be more interesting. I much appreciate your tolerance of me and my pickiness ^^ )

Weary from the many days of travel and the toll the illness had taken on her overall strength, Dhodrimme dismounted Shavain and sank to a sitting position against a rock, while Sagen unsaddled and obligingly cared for the two steeds.

They had drawn back farther from Carn Dum, remaining East of the dwelling, knowing full well that they were not ready to take on what dwelt there. Already a second bird had been sent forth from the dwelling, no doubt to ensure the arrival of the message to Naznor’s forces.

Dhodrimme pondered over the parchment, though light was waning, and night had begun to set in against the sky. She soon, however, managed to decipher it, but what she read brought her brows to furrow deeply.

“Sagen, do you still carry the parchment and quill with you?” She murmured in question. Sagen nodded and hurriedly removed the items from his satchel, placing the fine feather and rough parchment before her along with a carefully kept ink well, a slight smile coming to his face as he recalled when he had acquired such exquisite tools.

Dhodrimme smiled toward her son with a fond glimmer in her eyes, though her expression was strained and she soon bent over her work, focused upon the parchment as she attempting a very fine writing on only a third of the papering to keep the size relatively small. She paused to rub her forehead for a moment, the pain still throbbing dully, plaguing her still. When she had finished, she waited for the parchment to dry, then read over it carefully.

The delicately scrawled lines read as thus:

[font=Monotype Corsiva]I write this letter while I remain on the East of Carn Dum, and have intercepted a messenger raven, thus retrieving the message itself. It read in the following manner: [/font]

To my Captains:
I command by reasonable assessment that the North force be secretly sent by dark cover of night, to the Weather Hills to await further direction, the main purpose being that of surprise. Lay low. To the East force I command they be arranged and set forth in broad daylight, as though in retreat, toward the North Downs, and thus come forth to Angmar and receive reinforcements and further instruction as well as causing distraction in their departure. Last, but not the least of these commands, the West force must remain to bring chaos upon the opposite force to as great extent as they find possible. No delays or there shall be consequences.

[font=Monotype Corsiva]The parchment was then sealed with ‘his’ marking; the N crossed above by arrow and sword. Take caution. He has sent a second message, to ensure its passage. Whether it is the same message or not, I cannot be sure. Valar grant this writing to reliable hands. Fail not to return my falcon, and with her, words of response with proof to ensure it.[/font]

[font=Scriptina] Lady Dhodrimme Rualanna, of the Ruaathiat [/font]

The parchment was signed carefully in her hand, and then delicately beside her name, she etched the marking of a six-point star carrying an oblong crystal gem within the center; the Ruaathiat. Having completed the message, she folded it then released a light and soft whistle. Saenae soon came to land beside Dhodrimme, and the lady swiftly secured the message to the bird, taking caution to place it so that it would not hinder the falcon’s ability to fly. Whispering words low in elvish, she lowered her forehead to touch against the falcon’s head, then without further delay, released the bird, and watched as the falcon went northward. Saenae’s course would take her West after she had traveled beyond view, then she would come to head South, and thus would she arrive to her destination in Anuminnas.

Wearily Dhodrimme sat back with a sigh, while Sagen searched their satchels for the elven waybread, Lembas, so they may eat, but uneasiness crept upon the both of them, as they felt another presence...

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Naznor felt uneasy as he paced his chambers after having released a second message, but even then prepared other plans within his dark mind. Something was not right, and he felt it, but he could not quite decide if it was the two whom he had notice while his thoughts pursued the farthest regions, or whether it was the new forces who had arrived in Anuminnas. They had responded more swiftly than he had thought they would, but it was to be expected that they had finally learned their lesson when the Dark Lord reigned, and it would only fit all the more clearly into Naznor's plans...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

The time for departure has arrived and men begun to saddle up on their horses while the others went through the last checks on their gear. Aemornion also went through his before securing the belt holding the sword of Ecthelion and the scabbard in place.

Suddenly cries went out in the camp and men pointed to the skies "A spy of the enemy!" some of them cried out. Aemornion raised his gaze to the skies swiftly and beheld a figure of a falcon circling the skies.

"Hold your ground men!" he yelled out in command and flung down a bow and arrow already knocked against it from one of the younger men's arm.

"The servants of the enemy do not tame the birds of prey" he spoke now with a lowered voice noticing the puzzlement in some of their eyes "Crows and Ravens are in their service, not Falcons, Eagles and Hawks for they cannot be tamed, they listen the one's order freely"

Aemornion's gaze then went back to the sky and suddenly as the cloud unveiled the sun he look in shock at the bird recognising the elegant shimmer of the feathers in the breeze "Saenae...." he whispered to himself. Swiftly he took a few steps forward as if trying to reach the bird on foot but to no avail. After a few moments he then let out a lengthy whistle like he was tought for the summon of the majestic falcon.

Worry and wonder circled on his face as the bird heeded to his command and begun to glide down towards him. Many thoughts ran through his had in that moment that only he will remain to know but none of them were pleasent.

Aemornion raised his arm and the falcon landed with outstretched wings on it. To his dismay he noticed a parchment that the falcon carried. Carefully he took it off with a slightly trembling hand unfolded it and begun to read it. Shock and fear crossed his features as he read the first line and the signature though he was relieved in a certain extent and forever thankful for the suplied information that will save many lives and give them a chance for success.

As he finished reading, Aemornion ravaged though the saddlebag and pulled out a small tool box and from there took a coal pen and wrote down the plan he will attempt to pull through. He signed the parchment with his own name, title and lineage but also added a small foot note at the bottom that only he and the one that will read the note know.

His face fell grim as he carefully folded back the parchment and secured it back to the messanger falcon. "Fly fast my winged friend" he murmured to the falcon and tossed her into the air. Swiftly the bird spread its wings and with a cry flew swift towards the north east gaining height fast.

Aemornion then turned and called out for the men in command

"Change of plans my brothers and comrades" he spoke with a firmed tone, forcing himself to think of the duties laid infront of him. "Grimbold, take one of your Eored's and ride to the South where you will meet up with the ally force coming to assist. Once they arrive as swift as you can ride towards the Weather Hills" he faced the Rohirrim marshal as he spoke to him "Wait until daybreak, you will find a rather strong enemy host lingering in secret most likely unprepared. Flush them out as best as you can and regroup north of the Midgewater marshes and ride to Fornost" after that he turned then towards the other chieftan "Ohtar, right flank and up the Greenway as fast as it can go towards Fornost with one third of our force, there should be no serious resisstance. I will take the the West route and meet the oncoming force that most likely was set against Annuminas itself." his strong glance shifted from one chieftan to the next "If the Valar will be on our side, within two days Fornost will be ours once again. Go!"

With that all the chieftans went in preperation of the new plans and each host rode out towards their task.

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

Elenanna heard the horn and she turned her head. Her elven eyesight aided her as she spotted a man at the bottom of a hill. She pushed her mare into a trot and Shadowpax shook her mane. They soon reached the man, and Elenanna quickly dismounted, taking the reins of her horse. "I am Elenanna Lothenedhel, a friend of King Elessar of Gondor."

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(Since no one else has posted... I shall just go ahead and post a most enormously large post *twitch* Didn’t expect it to turn out this long... )

No ill happenings occurred during the night, though Dhodrimme took little sleep, cautious to remain on watch through the late hours, while Sagen slept relatively well. The light of the expected day, however, was diminished by fierce clouds, the darkness of them creating a deep gloom over Angmar and Carn Dum, the peak of the newly repaired dwelling casting a dark and ominous silhouette against the grey sky.

Dhodrimme shivered as a chill wind blew in from the north, relentless as it whipped her cloak back from her figure while she pulled herself into Shavain’s saddle. “Shall we continue to Carn Dum?” Sagen question his mother quietly as he too settled himself into the saddle.

Dhodrimme shook her head slowly. “Nay, Sagen, I do not wish to risk it... yet. I must get you to safety before things go ill with the situation. When Saenae returns I shall send yet another message, to acquire safe passage for you behind our ally lines.”

“Will you come with me too?” He again questioned, and when Dhodrimme shook her head, he furrowed his brows. “But you can’t go alone, why would you think of it? Why do you want to?”

“I need to stay behind to find out information... I know how to get past his defenses and I know his strengths and weaknesses. Please, Sagen, just do as I say, I don’t want you hurt.” She turned her glance towards her son for a moment, a glimmer of worry in her eyes as he nodded, remaining silent in his agreement.

Suddenly the young boy pointed to the darkened sky, the clouds low and thick, though against it was visible the recognizable shape of a falcon. “It must be Saenae! She has returned, even against the North winds,” Sagen exclaimed as he observed the bird as it began approaching them.

Dhodrimme gave a nod in acknowledgment of his keen observation, though her gaze strayed to be sure no threat lurked nearby, perhaps having been drawn in by the sight of the falcon, but still the lands of grass, rock, and mountain remained relatively peaceful. “Lift your left arm, Sagen, the one with the leather guard for archery. It shall protect you enough from the talons,” she instructed with a slight smile.

Sagen did as he was informed, and the falcon came to land gracefully upon the boy’s arm, though he had a moment of trouble with taking on the sudden weight. However, he managed it well, and slowly with the other hand, removed the parchment which was carefully secured to the falcon.

Hesitant at first, as though fearful of what she may read, Dhodrimme reached over and accepted the weathered papering, the edges frayed slightly from travel, and she carefully unfolded it. Closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, she took a moment to gather her composure before reading the written words, printed in a careful and familiar handwriting.

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Naznor rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his eyes narrowed towards the south, though he soon turned to look inward at the drabness surrounding him, though his focus was mainly brought upon a smooth globe type stone, its surface glassy, as it rested upon a respective pedestal.

His thoughts were, however, distracted by one of the errand runners, a man of tall stature, sporting gaunt features, though most of his figure was hidden beneath a tattered grey cloak. “Master,” he began in a low voice, “What order have ye to give to me?”

“I wish you personally to find and track two that have traveled from the East, from Ered Mithrin. Cause no harm to them and do not alert them of your presence, but watch them. I am curious to know what goes on with such lone figures, and I take delight in little games such as they seem to wish to play,” Naznor instructed, his dark and drawn features wielding a slight smirk, though his heavy brows were furrowed.

“Yes, Master. And shall that be all that is wished from me?” The man again questioned, seeming intent upon serving his master to the best of his ability.

“Yes... wait... There is one thing, Ilyr,” the dark master began, addressing the servant by his name. “I have suspicions that my message was intercepted somehow. I wish for a messenger on horse to be sent to the men retreating through the North Downs, intercepting them and sending them back to Fornost. It is my suspicion that the men of the opposing force shall be caught off guard by this. Have them advance around the West side, since their retreat was enacted on the East side.”

“Will ye be coming to the battle front at anytime soon, oh Master? It may be wise to strike fear now to weaken our enemy, would it not?” Ilyr again spoke, though it seemed by Naznor’s expression that the master was becoming agitated and impatient with the questions.

“I shall come when I see fit,” Naznor raised his voice, his fists clenched with a fire burning in his dark and fierce gaze. “That shall be all,” He finished, calming his composure and giving a wave of his hand as dismissal, his thin smile audacious as he watched Ilyr turn and hurry away with an unwavering stride.

Being again left alone, Naznor turned to the stone set in the center of his chamber, stepping over to it and murmuring low, as though speaking to it. “What have you to show me, oh Stone of Ithil, Stone of Morgul, plantir of the lost Dark One, the mistakes of whom I refuse to recreate? For victory shall be mine...” A sly and slow smile crept over his features as he waited what would unfold beyond the boundaries of his security...

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Meanwhile the North force stationed at Fornost had received the later message brought by a raven, having failed to receive the first which had been intercepted by Dhodrimme, and night had already fallen once, their chance to enact their plan useless till the following evening. They did, however, prepare to depart as the day wore on, though in secrecy, as did the East force prepare to take leave that very day, and they did so, while the noon sun rose.

Fear was in the very bones of the North force, however, as their delay in arriving to the Weather Hills would surely be found out by their master, and it was not in their wishing to displease the Dark Master whom they served. Little did they know that their delay would give the Rohirrim Marshal time to ready his men and the ally reinforcements to greet them, but even if they had known, the fear of their master was stronger, and they would have leapt to their death knowingly even so.

However, a messenger had already been sent from Carn Dum on swift horseback, to meet with the force in the North Downs to give to them the message from the master, and so it would be that both sides would experience a shock in the days to come...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Shadowpax snorted softly and Elenanna looked at the mare before looking at Eledthien. She turned to the other man, before speaking, "King Elessar had requested that I join you, for he feels I may be of some aid."

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"Shadowpax can follow us freely. I am not her master, just merely a rider." As she was saying this, she unhooked the bridle, and pulled the reins off. She usually rode Shadowpax bareback, but used the reins for direction. Shadowpax snorted, and started to trot off, and Elenanna turned back to the two men.

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[Time to get this on the move slightly, wish there would be more people involved in but we will have to remain content with what we have. Angel, if you wish you can join with the Rohirrim force that is sent to the Weather Hills, the rest of you can do as you are pleased but I wish to see more interactivity between the fellow RP'ers]

The new day had started and each force went its own course. The rohhirim Marshal waited for a few hours on the greenway for the scouts have reported that the Southern ally force is due to arrive in any moment. As they joined in, the mighty host set towards the Weather Hills with a swift pace. The right flank force led by the gondorian chieftan was arriving swiftly to Fornost without any threats but caution was on their mind as they came close to the ancient city.

Aemornion led the other majority of the force from the western side of Fornost. The day was clouded and a slight fog lingered in the air. Mostly the road was peaceful until the first scouts returned with grim faces, their horses steaming with sweat for they did not spare them for the news were to be brought swiftly. Soon Aemornion learned that the opposing force was close at hand and that the battle will start within this day even. Numbers were rather big but there could be done nothing against it, the spilling of blood was imminent. His glance strayed ahead but the slight misty air gave not much sight. He sighed and urged his stallion out of the line as he rode out of the host for a few yards. Aemornion looked at the faces of men present, noble and fair were they but still grim and sad alike. Nobody was pleased of battle, not even the strongest soldier. His gaze fell then upon a young woman, one of the very few in the entire host of healers. Sadness took him for he knew that she didnt belong here, her place was among the fair walls, but he also knew that he could do nothing against it nor change the will of a free person. With a slight shake of his head he returned to the host as they approached the first battle

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

(ack!! *ish overloaded with all the information she missed* alright, now I have to figure out which way my character goes...but first!<br>
THANK YOU DHOD!!! I love the picture!! *hugs*)<br>

Ethalinia was thrown about quickly in the uproar of the soliders dashing about to their groups. She was soon handed a horse by some unknown solider, mounted and listened bewildered as the battle plan was annouced. <br>
"Stay with the group and try not to get lost," Ethalinia whirled around to see her brother in full armor next to her. "I'm going up the Greenway, you'll be needed with the main group." He explained. <br>
"But, Handion," Her brother just pointed towards the tall captain at the front <br>
"Stay with him. And if I were you, I'd make myself known before you get trampled." Her brother gave her one last fearless smile then rode off, leaving Ethalinia more confused and frightened than ever.

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(blast it aemor! alright then...adding yet another post!)<br>

The whole group moved forward, and Ethalinia could not help but glance behind her every few moments. She kept hoping that maybe this was just a dream that any second now her brother would ride up, laugh that he had scared her so then take her back home to the safety of the gardens. But no, that wasn't going to happen, atleast not in this time.

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(no problem, Eomira! ^^ I will soon prepare a nice long post... with some action from the enemy hopefully, but it's not always an easy thing to do *chuckles* Have patience, though... we'll soon get this all sorted out properly... though it seems Haldir has vanished... )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

The messenger had since reached the force of the East, giving the word to turn and approach Fornost once more from the westward side. They soon realized, however, that there was indeed a great army before them as they approached their destination, and their hopes to join with their West force were dashed, though it did not hinder their lust for battle and blood, and they prepared to delve full force into the battle that would ensue, not far from Fornost.

Meanwhile the force of the North took leave to head more southward towards the Weather Hills, as the fog that settled over the lands and the clouds that blew in from Angmar gave to them enough concealing cover to travel in secret, tattered cloaks drawn over their armor, smeared in mud to prevent a glimmer from emitting from the various metal pieces.

As the force of the West laid low near Fornost, remaining more East of it, they awaited the arrival of what their scouts had announced as a fairly sizable amount of men headed their way. They were prepared, aided by the mist and gloom of the North...

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Naznor smirked as his forces were in place, and the battle was near ready to begin, but unease was on him as he sat in the silence of his dwelling. Suddenly he stood and stormed outside the chamber, turning to a youth servant, gaunt and weary in appearance.

“Boy! Go prepare my horse, and swiftly! I have a battle to attend. Hurry!” The Dark Master barked the order in a harsh tone, the young lad turning with a fear stricken expression and running down the dark halls and stairways as swift as his feet would carry him.

Naznor himself returned to his chambers and began hastily to pull on an acquired mithril chain mail shirt, placing over it a dark and lengthy tunic and surcoat with ‘N’ sewn in red, and above them the marking of an arrow and a broadsword of jagged design on the immediate front of the cloth. He then placed over that a black cloak, large in length and broadness alike, the hood pulled over to shadow his gaunt and fierce features.

Striding with a hurried step, he strapped to his waist a sword belt, the sword and a second lengthy dagger placed on it. The dagger was of cruel and thin design, and would seem familiar to those who may have been there several years before as witness to the battle that had occurred in that time...

His horse was ready as he arrived to the cruelly built stables, and without further hesitation, he rode forward at a full gallop, the steed black in color, his cloak stirring the mist through which he charged in the direction of the North Downs.

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After having read the parchment Saenae had brought, Dhodrimme and Sagen had continued their ride northwest of Carn Dum, their plan being to turn southward and ride swift and hard to the North Downs, but unease was in Dhodrimme’s senses. They were being followed, she could tell, but by what, she knew not, though she knew caution was needed.

Pausing for a rest, she again readied a note, and when she had finished, it read thus:

[font=Monotype Corsiva]It is my plea to request, if possible, that an escort of a few men at the least to be sent to meet within the North Downs in a secretive manner, so that I may give over my son to their safe keeping. I myself cannot promise I shall go with him, but proof must be given in any form possible that will ensure the transfer to be safe and reliable. It is far too perilous for me to allow him to easily continue with me. [/font]

Again it was signed beneath with her name and the careful marking of the gem, and it was her hope that it would again be placed in the same reliable hands, as she held the folded parchment for a moment over her heart before securing it to the falcon, which Sagen still held.

Giving his arm a gentle toss, Sagen released the falcon, then he and his mother continued on their ride, ever nearing where they would turn and head south, but for now, as they rode in the open lands, the mist gave them cover, and the heavy clouds dimmed the light of day.

The wind, however, blew against them harshly, with a deathly chill cutting through their cloaks. Dhodrimme shivered, but not so much from the chill as from the feeling of being followed and watched, though nothing could be seen through the thick fog.

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Ilyr rode silently upon his own steed, his keen eyes and sharp hearing focused upon the two who rode before him in the gloom. It was easy to track two who were obviously noticed, despite their effort to remain silent and low, and easy for him to remain hidden, provided the cover of cloud and his dark attire. Mist seemed to even dwell around his figure, for his name indeed meant "Mist Bringer" and he had been taught in the dark ways, and darkness of evil clung to his very presence.

His thin brows furrowed upon his gaunt features as he watched a falcon being released, and with a wave, he sent silently a raven to follow, the bird having remained with him upon his shoulder. The raven took flight and swiftly followed the falcon as Saenae soared high through the clouds...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Am I too late to join?

Name- Renald Bloodfeather

Race: Human

Age: 30

Skills- Moving Silently, Stealing, Lockpicking, Archery and Two weapon fighting.

Personality - Cheerful, cunning, trecherous, self centered and greedy..

Hair- Long dark brown.

Eyes- Greyish

Face- Sharp Figures

Married?- No

Children?- No

Weapons- A Short sword, few hidden daggers, one dagger that he usually uses with the sword and a short bow

Animals- A brown horse

Basic clothing- Brown black clothes, shirt, pants, boots etc and a vest. He also has a brown cloak, few rings that he has stolen along the way of his criminal career.
Battle- Brown studded leather armour, the brown cape with a hood, a quiver of arrows hanging on his back or on his waist, He might also wear a mask to cover his face since he doesn`t like to be regonized by gondorians or rangers that know him well.

History- Born to the streets of Gondor and at a young age began to steal to feed his family until the war of the ring took his family away from him and he continued his days as a thief in Minas Tirith causing the guards a lot of trouble, but then had to flee under some misfortunate circumstances and headed for Rohan and Arnor where he still lurks unknown even today...

Yet trough many run in`s with rangers and other authorities he was forced to start using my subtle approaches in his targets, not to mention start working as bandit and a mercenary where he could get off his thiefs reputation perhaps even get a reputation among some groups. Yet as he ran into some rangers he was almost captured and he had to flee, the direction was north where he was captured by the new threat rising, but was actually recruited into the forces instead of inprisonment.

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Well this should turn out to be a lot of fun....*cough* what the blody hell?! How many are there?

Renald Bloodfeather thought as he stared the enemy forces, he had never liked war, but was unfortunately drawn into it for an unpleasant reason. He had been sneaking around Angmar and he had been actually captured, he had thought that he was a good sneaker, but fate could always have its word to say. He had saved his skin by first becoming a spy, but then later on he was transfered into the archer troops and god how he hated his own men. He had been given the rank of sergeant so he at least had priviliges and not anyone dared to lay his hands on him for few reasons, but that was the good part unless you didn`t count the nice salary they payed him.

In anycase he had glad to be in the backline instead of the front, he nervously snapped his fingers and grinned as he looked back at his men. He could just hope that nothing went wrong, but if any bad happened he would be the first one to run away that he could guarentee and that way he might even be able to abandon the army. He sighed shooking his head and jumped on his horse, he looked at the enemy lines before turning his horse around and riding along the archer lines to his post.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!