Here's the basic story. A group, whoever joins needs to transport a criminal back to Rohan to face his punishment, after he killed many villagers then went into hiding in Gondor. He was captured and King Eomer demanded his return so you guys will be transporting him (me). After the War of The Ring

Name: Malhock
Age: Unknown
Race: Man
Apperance: Medium height for a man, very long wild brown hair, peircing blue eyes, wild unshaven beard.
Personality: Uncontrolable, unpredictable and very dangerous. Slightly mad and sadistic.
History: Not much is known of him except that in one day in a villiage in Rohan he seemed to go mad and began killing anyone he met, young children, old men and women. It was only until he was faced with a group of farmers armed with pitch forks that he fled from the villiage to Gondor where he hid for around a year. He was captured by a group of rangers on patrol and they took him back to Minas Tirith, not before he killed two of them in the process. He was taken to the prison cells and is awaiting transportation.

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Malhock lay in his cold dark cell with shackels around his ankels and wrists. He was tired and hungry, his last meal was two days ago and even that was a scrawny rat. He sat up and looked down at his shackels pulling at them for signs of weakness. Nothing. Then three guards entered the room, swords out in front of them. They opened the cell and entered with the swords pointing at him.
"Get up, Eomer wants you. Looks like you're going home."
He smiled and indicated the other two to approach him. They were both nervous and sweated. The youngest put a hand on his shoulder and Malhock threw his clenched fists into the guard's chin sending him flying back. The other guard butted him in the back the neck with his sword hilt. Malhock fell to the ground with a snarl and was violently picked up by the guards.
"Come on! Keep an eye on him."
They marched him up the stairs into the day light which almost blinded him. He had been in darkness for many days, this was his first sign of natural light. In front of him was a wagon, solid wood with a door and an iron barred window. The door was slung open and he was thrust inside, the door was hurriedly closed and locked.
"If he moves kill him"


(If anyone wants to jump in now?)

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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can I join? this is the perfect time to test out my new charrie...

Name: Aelin

Race: Mortal (Gondor)

Age: 19

Skills: Gifted with animals, skilled hunter, has great stealth and can carve wood with great skill.

Weapons: A fine, wooden recurve bow, made from yew, with animals craved into it. A plain leather quiver filled with black swan-fletched feathers. Two knifes, one tucked in each of her boots, one balanced for throwing.

Personality: Serious, cold, deadly, loyal, beautiful, well-spoken, gentle, kind, caring.

Physical Description: http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/movie/league_extraordinary/27.jpeg

Short Background: Born on the day the One Ring was destoried. She was born a young rebel. She ran away from home when she was only fifteen. She was gifted at carving animals with her knives. She couldn't stand living in the closed walls of Minas Tirith, so she disappeared from Gondor. She became a ranger and learned how to use a bow and knives. She made her own bow, carving animals in it.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

sounds good, wait for maybe 2 more?

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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((okay! I changed my pic...just so you know...))

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

jumps up and down* im in!


im Deawen as always

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Name: Marilla

Age: Unknown

Race: half human, half elf

Apperance: Like Keira knightly in POTC but with blue eyes.

Personality: Kind, caring, belives there was once good in most evils. Good with arhcury and trowing daggers. Knows a little magic.

History: Not much is known. But her mother was human, both parents dead.

((I was thinking Marilla could become the only person Malhock trusts after she stops the other guards from beating him.))

I'm in ^^ My character will be Coraliaera....

Name: Coraliaera Nuonnahel

Translation: Shadow Song of Legend, Keeper of the Ancient Tears

Race: Elf

Title: High Elf and Keeper of the Ancient Tears, Gem Stones of Light from the Land of Valinor.

Age: Unknown (I think she forgot... lol)

Appearance: Long black and somewhat wavy hair. Striking green eyes, light as a forest beech leaf with darker lines deep within. A face which is fair, though somewhat pale in complexion, with a kind smile. Slim, tall, yet with good strength, though it is hidden beneath a very ladyish figure.

Personality: Kind, caring, and a polite, proper manner, though can be witty and very mysterious at times. Has the air of royalty at times, but is very good at hiding it and can seem as though she is like any other elf.

Attire: Though her figure suits well in a dress, she commonly wears tracker's attire, with a long, large cloak, dark in color.

Weapons: An elven sword, forged in Valinor, and an ancient dagger, made at the beginning of the elven times. Also wields a bow, light in color with intricate designs.

Other: Carries with her on a slender silver chain, a pure white gem, more so a crystal, which dims grey if she is wounded or saddened, or shimmers brightly if she is in battle or if she's joyful.

History: Very mysterious, she comes and goes, so her history is very shadowed and for the most part unknown. The gem she carries is said to have been crafted from the pure light of the undying lands and have powers to enable the keeper to have knowledge, wisdom, and strength. Coraliaera is the keeper of such gems, though the others are hidden, and rarely revealed, being a precious treasure to the elves and a gift from the Valar. These gems are named the Ancient Tears.

Coraliaera went through many battles and trials, though for the most part she traveled alone, prefering the stealth and secrecy of being unseen or unoticed. She is occasionally recruted by Gondor, Rohan, and various others, to help in certain situations.

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Cora doned her travel garb and her sword and dagger, her face grim as she pondered over the task ahead. She had been again recruted by Gondor, this time to transport a prisoner to Rohan. A touchy situation, but she would do her best.

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

Deawen looked very stiff she held her cloak and her sword belt in one arm she wore all black with a Dragon on her tunic . her copper hair put up in a single braid. she stood next to the wagon she looked in and sighed. and stepped down she had known that before she pushed the memory away.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

I'm totally in!
Name:Rhavaniel
Translation:wild
race:elf
age:unknown
skills: swordmaster, pretty good at archery
personality:kind, strong, friendly, intelligent (just a short summary there's more in the new characters section.)
appearence:medium heighth (sp?), deep blue eyes, fair complexion, dark black hair.


Rhavaniel put on her forest green traveling cloak. Then she slipped her sword, gothdagnir (translation enemy bane), into its sheath. She looked around then called for her stallion, Authion. Then they were ready.

I'll join!

Name: Lenne
Age: 2,015
Race: Elf
Apperance: Tall, slender, has long, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She has quite an athletic body build.
Personality: Sweet, caring, understanding, beautiful, and smart.
History: She was raised in the city of Mirkwood, but decided to take her father's place in the patrol platoon, since he didn't have a son.

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Siggy set made by the amazing Lembas!

Deawen's horse was brought to her she mounted and waited.
Drad her companion stood by her horse, "Deawen the Phantoms will meet you about halfway through and then you know what to do" he said quietly so others could not hear Deawen nodded slightly.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Cora strode down the hall and down flights of steps towards the dungeons and the prisoner's cell. She again removed the parchment from inside her vest pocket and read it over. "Malhock... Interesting name," she mumbled to herself. Cora could almost swear she saw a Gondorian guard nearby turn pale, and she smirked slightly, then it faded when she heard shouts shortly before ariving to the entrance to the cells. Sprinting forward, she came to the guards and the prisoner locked within a wagon. A likely sight was the prisoner, gruff and wild looking, madness in his eyes, as she glanced in through the bars.

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

(sounds good people)

Malhock sat in the corner of the trailer looking at his hands in the little light. They were dirty and cut. He looked at the chains again and hissed at them. He would get out soon enough.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Cora examined the prisoner a moment longer then looked over at the guards. "Has he been giving much trouble? How secure is this wagon?" She questioned as she banged here and there to test the strength of the wood and bars.

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

( I guess I play the guards as well)

The guard, Thoron, looked to her and slapped the side of the wagon.
"It is sturdy enough, we usual transport four or five prisoners at a time, but for him we'll make an exception. He did hit a young guardsman while bringing him here but we gave him one back."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Name: Renald Bloodfeather

Race: Human

Age: 26

Appereance: Brown hair that reaches his ears, blue eyes, agile body and sharp face figures..

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

Occupation: Thief..

Clothing: Brown black clothes, brown black studded leather armour with a black hood.

Equipment: Few ropes, daggers, a short sword and a short bow...

Skills: Moving silently, lockpicking, archery, stealing(obvious!)

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...

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Renald picked out a nice juicy apple from a merchants basket and payed him for it, Renald began walking towards the road where there was a wagon with bars. A scary reminder for hi, but he began leaning on a house with his shoulder as he ate the apple, he had his hood on all tough no one knew him atound here really all tough he had been here before.

He heard that there had been someone imprisoned, a mad man of somesort whom had gone just nuts for no apparent reason.

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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!