*Sen walked into the barracks, and to a small room that he used while he was there. He tossed his cloak on his bed, and began to remove his black armor; it had been a long day...*

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen retreated back to her home through hidden pathways she enjoyed knowing she knew things others didn't Deawen opened the small trap door and climbed outside something didn't seem right she heard a noise behind her and five gondorain soldiers grabbed her. Deawen fought and stuggled she pulled out a hidden dagger and stabbed one soldier in the gut then slashed anothers arm. a sharp pain in her side told her she had made a mistake she yelped in alarm. she had been stabbed in the side the soldier twisted the blade Deawen screamed and was brought to her knees.

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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

(you guys just decided to keep on going after I left... but none of my 2 chars anymore fit this rp... but might I join with a new one? )

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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!

(go ahead)

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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

(OOC- You can bring in a new one! If you want, you can be Belor, or one of the guards who work for Belor, or anyone you want!)

Name: Jardius

Race: Half Elf

Age: 348

Appreance: He looks like a human man in his 50`s with grey beard and long hair, but he actually has only died them so that he would be thought as a human rather than an elf.

Clothing: Blue robes that are still practical and won`t bother him in a fight, in which he rarely gets to, but when does he wears a leather armour and a blue green cape.

Weapons: an elven sword made slightly heavier so that it would be fit for his hands.( http://www.renaissancetraders.com/PA-1055WD.gif )

History: Was born in Rivendell and spent his happy childhood there until he was old enough to leave, he had been reading a lot in Rivendell and wanted to live somewhere else peacefully, but he got into a chain reaction of events where he got into battles and had to learn how to fight not to mention learned many practical healing skill from the druds of the woods. Finally few days after the war of the ring he arrived at Minas Tirith where he found and old building without an owner or at least no habbitants.

He reconstructed the building into a library where he currently lives and spreads knowledge among human`s the best he can, the beard is only a way to try to blend into the human crowd.

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The night of Minas Tirith was quiet as Jardius closed the doors of his library for the time he exited for a walk in the night, he loved the night because everything seemed so quiet and peaceful. The day was the time of noise and work so he spent the days in his library unless he had business outside the library on his visits on his few pantients that he healed if someone was ill.

Jardius looked around him seeing the same comfortable Minas Tirith as always, but not what he would allow to go on. A guard held a dagger on someone`s throat that he couldn`t yet properly see.

"Excuse me, but what is going on here?"

Jardius moved his hand on his belt where his sword was, but luckily it was hidden in his robes.

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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!

Adastrea heard the voice and hope grew in her heart. She felt herself slammed back against the wall, a warning to her to keep her mouth shut.

The man looked at the one who approached, "Nothing, this one is just a common criminal, that's all. Tried to murder me in my sleep last night."

Jardius walked closer and inspected them both, the woman didn`t seem like a criminal by her dressing nor would an elf steal, if she hadn`t fallen and the guard seemed very hesitant.

"Then can a criminal talk for herself? Let her speak guard so that I can hear the story myself..."

"How da..."

The guard let go of Adastrea as Jardius stepped too close with his sword out and the guard swinged his dagger, but Jardius guided the sword away and kicked the man in the stomach. Jardius quickly grabbed the elf`s hand and led her back towards the library.

"How ever did you manage to get into that situation miss...?"

Jardius turned around and stopped after a while as he presented the question, he wasn`t sure of her so he kept his sword at hand.

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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!

((Ok i'll get back in to this))

Thinren, now fully healed, stepped out of his room, dressed in only his civilian clothes. He walked onto the street and smiled. It was good to finaly get out into the fresh air.
He walked to a nearby garden and sat down on a bench.

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

[!*#_:]

(OOC: Well aren't I caught flat footed...)

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(flat footed i wouldn't be cuaght dead flat footed i take pride in my light high arched step!)

Deawen stopped screaming with the dagger was pulled out she fully collasped holding her side she wept slightly from the shock and pain. Deawen gathered her strength and cried out "SEN!" it was the only name that came to mind someone kicked her very near chin and ended up kicking her in the chest Deawen's breathing stopped for a second then she was silent and did not move her breathing shallow she stared up at her captors

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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

Adastrea looked at the newcomer as the man who had her pinned against the wall attacked him. She watched, wishing she had her sword with her, but when the man grabbed her hand and led her away. She was hesitant to follow, but went along anyways. WHen they stopped and he asked her how she got herself into this she bit her lip, trying to find an answer, then spoke quietly, "My heritage got me into this mess"

She glanced at the sword he was holding, still feeling on edge and ready to run if he made one wrong move.

(OOC- yay people are coming back!)

Jardius inspected her with his grey hair slightly faling on his face and he removed them with slight shake of head as he didn`t turn his eyes. She did seem innocent and cincere about this, he sighed and placed his sword on his belt.

"Excuse me for my action, but my own past has enough betrayal until I came to Minas Tirth for a quiet life, which you don`t seem to have since you have problems with your heritage.... what is your name? I am Jardius, I live just by the street in the reconstructed library... please if you need a place to stay then follow me..."

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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!

if you have ever been captured in a game or in real life you would know how frustrating it is and how it can be painful too.
the Soldiers grabbed her and tried to get her out the door But Deawen not giving up that easily grabbed the door post as they past it (like when you try to get a cat into a bathtub and they know what you are up too)
Deawen had one last trick up her sleeve. there was a second passage way under the house near the door Deawen rushed forward unexpectedly causing one soldiers arm to be forced out the door as well Deawen turned sharply she heard a snap then a scream she ran as fast as she could the other soldiers could not all fit through the door at once so they piled up there till they figured out the problem. deawen rushed to a flagstone near her door she opened it with ease her DT had been using it Deawen jumped down the flagstone fell in place with a CLAP! Deawen was in total darkness she inched her way forward the wall was her guide.
down in the passage it smelt of sewage and mold Deawen pulled out a thin cloth and covered her nose and mouth. it seemed years before suddenly ther was a wall in front of her Deawen felt around there was steps here she climbed carefully up the steps till she reached nothing only the ceiling Deawen pressed around she felt something give way she was still losing blood and she felt it when a stone gave way she felt cold clean air hit her face deawen sighed she heard noises behind her the soldiers were following her she pulled her self up through and closed it she was in an alleyway she didn't know where she was yet but soldiers past that looked in a hurry she wandered around a bit counted the levels she was on the third level she was on the second but now the third the gate were closed she would have to wait for dawn but she wasn't sure if she was going to make till dawn she went back to her alleyway and sat against a wall holding her side.

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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

Adastrea tried to hide her relief when he sheathed his sword. "My name is Adastrea." She said softly. When he offered her a place to stay she hesitated, "I would accept, but guard here gave me a place to stay in the barracks....Thank you, by the way...for your help."

Jardius found her interesting because she seemed politely, but yet suspecting, but who wouldn`t? But what was the talk about her heritage?

"So he was bothered you being an elf if I presume correctly? All tough funny that I have not...."

Jardius realised that he was going too far.

"Nevermind that..."

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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!