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Guys, we've got to do better than this. Please. Someone post.

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I am a Shieldmaiden for Christ!

I was Nienor before Nienor was cool. *nods coolly*
Kudos to Kitoky for the fabulous signature set, and art credit to engelszorn.
Who wants to join me in bringing back the lady?

OOC: I'm going to China tomorrow and will be gone for 2 weeks. This'll be a short post, but Nienor and Malrid can powerplay Radiel in my absence.

Radiel immediately caught her thin lower lip with her teeth, recognizing the words of her King to be vivid from her dream. She glimpsed at Rowen lengthily and found her friend's gaze to meet hers. Radiel expressed her emerald eyes with clear worry, while sending a frown across the table. She averted her gaze again, which now seemed to flicker around the Dining Hall, unsteadily. It was also obvious that her mind was elsewhere, and to those who knew her well it would be quite apparent that she reminisced about one main thing. By all means, she just attempted not to gain eye contact with her King.

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^/^^ Thanks to tulk.

[OOC] We're getting this up again, for the, oh, third time? I've invested too much in Rowen to let the RPG go. Maybe we'll succeed, maybe we won't, but I at least am going to try. [/OOC]

Rowen and Radiel walked side by side through the streets of the sixth level. Rowen eyed the silent guard beside her and shot her friend a meaningful look. She was unsure whether the guards had been assigned because Rinkemen thought they would run away again, or for their safety; she chose to believe the former.
The two girls had been escorted from the room before the meeting drew to a close, but they had heard enough to unsettle them. Rowen still wasn't sure what to think of the King's revelation- it was very hard to believe that the Eye could have returned, but even in her youth she recognized that the King did not divulge information lightly. He must have looked into the matter before mentioning it- or maybe he was aware that the story of attacks in the South would spread, and wanted to tell the story himself first?
At a word from one of the escorts, the party stopped in front of a building Rowen had seen many times before- the inn. As Rinkemen had informed them, they would be spending the night here. Apparently he wished to be present when they were reunited with their parents the next morning- a prospect Rowen did not particularly relish.
The girls were ushered to the room they were to share. As Rowen closed the door, she caught a glimpse of her guard speaking to the innkeeper- making sure they didn't take off in the night, she was sure. Dropping her bag and falling onto one of the two beds in the room, Rowen groaned. She was too tired to talk, but too excited to sleep.

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I am a Shieldmaiden for Christ!

I was Nienor before Nienor was cool. *nods coolly*
Kudos to Kitoky for the fabulous signature set, and art credit to engelszorn.
Who wants to join me in bringing back the lady?

[Right, here I am :3 Can someone fill me in?]

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[OOC- well, to make a long story short, both parties arrived in Edoras- Radiel and Airain, who were following Rinkemen, and Rowen, Arinae, and Liran, who were following Radiel. While there, Radiel had a dream involving blue banners and huge armies. Rinkemen identified them to be uh, bad, he could explain it better, and convinced Eomer to come back with him to the White City. When they all arrived, they were surprised to see that the guards looked apprehensive. They were all immediately ushered straight to the king, where an awkward meal ensued, and Aragorn informed them that an army bearing the banner of the Eye was marching through the south of Gondor, burning and killing everything in the way. Radiel and Rowen, being runaways, are soon to be reunited with their parents. That's about it.
When I PMed you I didn't remember that you'd dropped out a long time ago, and it'd be hard to work your character back in. Would you be interested in taking on the part of Arinae? It looks like the original 'owner' so to speak will not be able to continue.
Have fun! -OOC]

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I am a Shieldmaiden for Christ!

I was Nienor before Nienor was cool. *nods coolly*
Kudos to Kitoky for the fabulous signature set, and art credit to engelszorn.
Who wants to join me in bringing back the lady?

[Sure... Is her bio around somewhere?]

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Rinkemen followed his king down the hallway, looking at every new painting with wide eyes. The new paintings all showed the great battles during the War Of The Ring, valiant men defending those they loved against countless foes, pictures of the King himself stabing Sauron with his mighty sword. They were all grand, bright and large in size and also very well painted. Rinkemen wondered if these were gifts or if Aragorn requested them. He shrugged to himself to answer his own thoughts and continued walking after his king and captain.
It had been a few hours since the meeting and the information was still processing within Rinkemen's mind. The Eye had returned? But how? And when? He was an educated man but this was confusing for Rinkemen to try and understand. The only time he had heard of a life being reborn was that of the wizard Gandalf, but that was only because his task was not finished. Sauron was evil. Surely the Valar had not allowed his return to destroy the world of man?
Aragorn opened a door into a small room, filled with maps and diagrams on the walls. The table in the centre had one map laid out with recent alterations made to it. It was highly detailed, showing various towns and settlements in the south of Gondor. But it was obvious a quill had been taken to the parchment and towns were crossed off, as if they no longer exsisted.
Rinkemen instantly saw a pattern in the map. The towns crossed off were all near the river Harnen. This seemed an obvious tactic, gain control of the river so troops could freely move into south Gondor. He let out a short sigh and looked to his king, who was now gazing out of the one window.
He seemed to be in deep thought, alone and vunerable. Before he was a mere ranger, now he was a leader and faced a threat he new little about and a potential enemy that had come back to haunt him.
"I think you see what has happened in the south Rinkemen." He said with an almost monotonal voice.
"Yes my lord, I do. The enemy has captured the river, I guess to allow them to move much freely." Rinkemen replied.
"Indeed. You are wise old friend." Aragorn turned to look upon the old warrior. "What I did not tell them in the hall I will tell you now because I trust you so."
Rinkemen raised an eyebrow, curious to this new information.
"Lord Eomer knows what I am about to tell you, but no one else. Keep this information secret."
Rinkemen nodded, his eyes narrowing at the king.
"The enemy has begun to move a massive army north, towards the small city of Pelargir. The city is key to the defense of Gondor as it is the last well defended city before Dol Amroth. I am sure that the Enemy could take Dol Amroth with ease and so we must defend Pelargir. They will arrive in eight days time."
Rinkemen looked at the map. Pelargir was a large dot, about half the size of Minas Tirith but still noticable. It was a city close to the river Anduin, a key city for trade. It was indeed well defended, Rinkemen had heard of the great walls that surounded the city, protecting it from enemies and keeping it's citizens safe.
Aragorn continued, "I have begun preparing the defenses of the city and sent word to all soldiers to prepare to march south. I intend to keep that city at all costs and to protect the lives of the people who live there. King Eomer has agreed with me on this course of action and has promised to send two thousand of his best men to aid our defense."
Rinkemen nodded, but was a little confused as to why Aragorn insisted on divulging this information to a lowly teacher.
"I understand lord, but why are you telling me this?"
Aragorn let a small smile grown on his face.
"Because old friend I have a mission I need you to carry out and it seems that you already have a group of well trained people to help you."
Rinkemen frowned.
"You and I know that Sauron could not possibly return and yet we see his banner flying tall. I believe this to be a bluff on the part of the Enemy, they are just trying to scare us into surender and so I want you to lead a group and infiltrate the City Of Corsairs, where I think the leader is controling the armies, and find who the real leader is." And pray it is truely not Sauron, Aragorn thought to himself.
Rinkemen looked a little shocked, he was given a mission from the king to sneak into the City Of Corsairs, a know heaven for Pirates, and find the true leader. He blinked hard to check he had not strayed into a dream and looked upon his king.
"And what happens when we find the leader?"
"You murder him." Aragorn said as bluntly as he could. "Cut off the head and the body will fail."
Rinkemen nodded, filled with a need to satisfy his king the best he could. He bowed and placed a hand upon his chest where his heart beat.
"I shall not let you down."
"I am glad Rinkemen. You have very little time to prepare, less than a day. Tommorow you must leave for the bay of Belfalas and sail to the city. Anything you need, you have only to ask."
Rinkemen nodded again and walked out of the room, his head filled with urgency.

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[Arinae's bio is on this page. Scroll down.
http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtop ... c&start=16]

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I am a Shieldmaiden for Christ!

I was Nienor before Nienor was cool. *nods coolly*
Kudos to Kitoky for the fabulous signature set, and art credit to engelszorn.
Who wants to join me in bringing back the lady?

[Cheers ^^ Sorry if this first post is a little short >< Correct me if I get something wrong...]

Arinae straightend as Rinkemen came out of the room, and fell into step beside him, scratching the back of her neck.
"What did the king say?" she asked quietly, looking sideways at him.

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[That's fine. Thanks very much. ]

Noting the silence from the other bed, Rowen turned over and stared at Radiel.
"What do you think?" she asked her friend.

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I am a Shieldmaiden for Christ!

I was Nienor before Nienor was cool. *nods coolly*
Kudos to Kitoky for the fabulous signature set, and art credit to engelszorn.
Who wants to join me in bringing back the lady?

Rinkemen sighed a little as he walked, his mind racing as he thought of the mission given to him. Why him? Of all people, did the king trust him this much to carry out such a vital mission for the survival of Gondor? Or was it that he was old and his life ment little know, save for the complition of his mission. He gripped his sword hilt and nodded to himself, yes it must be.
The question finaly sunk in and Rinkemen shot back into the real world.
"I am to go to the City Of Corsairs..." His voice was soft, almost emotionless, as if his mind was only focused on one thing now. He stopped abrubtly and turned to Airnae.
"I have been told that any of my company may join me. I shall not judge you on your descision or shall I sway your choice. You may accompany me if you desire but I give you a simple warning; Come with me and you may not return." He looked deeply into her eyes searching for signs of response. He had found that he could predict a person's answer by simply looking into their eyes. Airnae was hard to read.
"I will give you some time to think about it, it is a tough choice, one that I do not wish you to be forced into." He turned around and was about to begin walking when he stopped himself. Without turning he spoke to her.
"Could you please find our companions, I feel it is only right that I should tell them, meet me in the banquet hall in an hour."
Rinkemen marched off, now filled with purpose in his life. He was no longer a mere teacher, he was a warrior again.

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

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Airnae watched him go thoughtfully; Of course she would go with him, there was no question about it, though something was nagging in the back of her mind.
She exited the building, still deep in her thoughts, and made her way leisurly to the inn to find Rowen and Radiel.
It didn't take her long to locate the place where the two sister would be staying for the night, and slipped through the door walking up to the innkeeper and carefully asking which room they would be staying in.

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Rinkemen marched down the hallways toward the libary. He hurriedly stepped down the stairs entering the lowly cnadle lit room, looking at all the books. He walked toward the maps and flicked through until he found the Bay Of Befalas map. He laid it on an old wooden desk and squinted at the large dot of the City Of Corsairs. The best route would be to head to Dol Amroth then sail to the City, and try to avoid any Cosair patrols. It would be a difficult journey, especialy trying to find a captain willing to take an old man to a pirate city. He rolled the map back up and tucked it away, heading back up onto the main hallways.
He rubbed his forehead trying to ease the tention, when he spotted the king discussing his plans action with a Captain of the Gondorian army. Aragorn noticed the old soldier and gave him a reasuring a nod. Rinkemen replied with a smile and bowed his head, the king left and began talking quietly to his Captain.
The banquet hall was quiet. The table bare and clean, it seemed so lifeless, unlike before during the small feast. He pulled a chair, it scraped along the floor breaking the silence like finger nails on a blackboard. He grimaced and sat down, wraping his fingers around and laying them on the wooden table. He stared. He stared long and hard into the open hall and began to think hard.
Who would come with a crazy old man like him? Especialy when his companions had so much life left. He frowned and brushed a stray hair back continuing in his deep thought. They would be here soon.

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

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"Are you just going to sit there all night?" Airain's voice broke through Rinkemen's thoughts.
"Come on now, old man, where are we off to?" Airain tilted her head to the side and examined the worn face of Rinkemen for a moment, but once she caught sight of a map he had tucked away, she instantly reached out her hand and pulled it out. Airain opened the map on the table, and found it was a map of the Bay of Belfalas.

"Let me guess..." She began, looking over the map one last time before she said, "We're going to Umbar, aren't we?" She closed the map and handed it back to Rinkemen.

She sighed as she said, "Of course we are. Those Corsairs can't resist the urge to cause trouble. They should know by now that Aragorn isn't someone they want on their bad side. I would think the incident in 2980 would be enough to prove that." Airain waved her hand as if dismissing the thought of having to deal with those wretched pirates.
"Well, when are we leaving?" She asked, impatiently.

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Rinkemen almost scowled at the elf as she stole the map, acting as if none of this mattered to anyone. He narrowed his eyes, she may have saved his life in the past but she was begining to wear thin with the old warrior. She was far to arrogant for his liking. Always knew what was best. She was better than him and he was jelous.
"Perhaps we should wait for the others to arrive before asking questions Airain." He seemed to be colder towards her, like they were long bitter rivals.
"But yes we shall be going to the City Of Cosairs. I would like to wait for the others before revealing anything more." He sat back into the chair unrolling the map before his eyes and glancing over it again.

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

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Airain rolled her eyes at the old codger as he looked over the map again.
"What difference does it make if I ask my questions now or later? Besides, it was more of a statement than a question." She gave him a snappy smile before she turned on her heel.
"Just let me know when we're leaving." With that, she walked out and left Rinkemen alone.

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