((That's it, I quit school. I've been so busy...I'm sorry I havn't been here. I caught myself up best as I could, but I sped read and therefore might have missed something. If I did, just tell me, and don't bother being nice about it. For example:

Do not: "Um, Nauriel...you might have missed the post where my character says he doesn't like to ski very well. If you want to edit, that's great, but I'd have no problem changing my post, okay mellon-nin?

Instead: "Hey Nauriel, you messed up. Read my post and fix yours, newb. (You don't have to be that blunt.)

@Will: Sure, it would be great to be "aquantences". ))


Clink, clank. Clink, clank. Clink, clank. That was the sound of bondage, the sound of confinement, the oh so familiar sound of Amaran shuffling down narrow prison hallway shackled at the ankles. He was being escorted by two burly gentlemen so wide they could barely fit side by side in this passage way, much less with him between the two. As the three of them passed row after row of cells, the gaurds came to some unspoken agreement, opened a door, took off his shackles, and threw him(not gently) into the cell. Amaran rose to his feet. The fisrt face he saw, surprisingly, was a familiar face. "So Tarcil," he said, a smirk barely visable on his face, "we meet again, in very similar circumstances, eh?"

(( Hey mate you're post was just fine, don't worry ))

Tarcíl looked up, in surprise,when guards opened his cell and threw another man in. When the torchlight fell on his face he recognised Amaran whom he'd met before.
"As we always do" Tarcíl replied with a wide grin. "How are you mate? Take a seat, take a seat. I was just conversing with this charming lady over there about leaving this place."
Anyone who heard him speak would think him to be completely mad, but it were the leftovers of his hangover and the type of situation which made him talk with nonsense and wit.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"I'll be back," wispered Czarra to Lesao in Rohirric, as two people came down the hall with a prisoner. She sank into the shadows of a corner and waited. They left. She went back to Lesao cell. "Lesao, are you all right?" she asked in Rohirric so the sarcastic one couldn't understand her.

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((I am sooo sorry you guys, I just haven't found the time for the internet. Deawen: His name was Theodiern.))

Lesao literally jumped up when Czarra came into the prison. She ran to the gate, and looked through with desperate eyes.
"What are you doing here, Czarra?" she asked, concern in her voice. Why would someone want to help her?
Then the men came in... She shrank back against the wall, and nodded as Czarra spoke to her. She watched as another man was thrown in with the prisoner who spoke to her. She slowly ventured up to the steel bars.
"Yes, I do." she said with confidence, responding to Tarcil's long forgotten question.

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"Good, good!" Tarcíl replied with a laugh. "Then that's settled." He turned to Amaran. "Amaran, my friend, today is your lucky day. You'll be faster out of prison than you've ever been.. the only thing I need is.." He looked around and his eyes fell Rohhiric girl. "your hairpin m'lady."
Tarcíl had done this numerous times. Though his intention then were to get into houses, now he had to get out of prison.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Deawen retreated to her office, ignoring all of the people she met along the way. when she reached her office she found a stack of papers awaiting her she scowled at them one was rather important looking she opened it carefuly...it was from Theodiern...what could he possibly want? it was a summons...who did he think he was summoning?
but none the less Deawen was curious it said nothing of why she was summoned just she was needed....She sighed and headed back to the prison. she made sure she was well armed just in case.
back down the whirling stairs to the dark small hallways of the prison... second time in a day. she carried no torch to light her way she knew this passageway like the back of her own hand. she was approaching her favorite prisoners cell again she smirked as she drew nearer.

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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 belive you, I'm going to get you out of here," Czarra said to Lesao. She looked at the man who asked for her hairpin, "But it looks to me like were going to get some help."
She reached up and pulled out one of the pins that was holding her hair up, "Here," she said, handing it though the bars. She she was going to bust one person out of prison, one more wouldn't hurt.

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"Thanks.. could you now please go back the hallway and check of nobody's there?" He turned to Amaran. "Do you remember which way was fastest out? I don't like the idea of running into some guards which are on duty.." He grinned. You just wait Deawen he thought I'll be out even quicker than you think

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Deawen came around the corner and stopped suddenly...escaping party...why wasn't i invited? she thought with a slight grin she sighed and walked up to the group. " tarcil.. hand it over..." she sighed again she wasn't annoyed just dissipointed she figured he would what till the change of the guard but she guessed he wasn't thinking clearly. " can't you wait till I am gone tommorow?" she asked with a snort, she watched the others from the corner of her eye she was very good at that.

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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

Lesao watched deawen carefully. She waited until Deawen was just with her reach through the bars. She quickly grabbed the dagger she kept hidden in her boot. She grabbed Deawen and slammed her against the bars, and held the dagger to her throat. Then she nodded to Tarcil.

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Tarcíl jumped to the lock on his door, fiddled for ten seconds with the hair pin and to his relief the door opened without making a sound. Quickly he started on the second door which he'd opened even faster. "Well then.. " he said to Deawen as he approached her. "As you were saying?" He nodded to Lesao. "I'll take her and lock her up in my cell.."

((I know this isn't really a realistic way of escaping but we'll get nowhere otherwise ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Czarra drew here sword as Deawen was slammed up against the bars. She glared at her, "Don't say a word."
Without taking her eyes off of Deawen, she spoke in Rohirric to Lesao, hopeing other women wouldn't understand, "Were going to have to hurry once you get out. Do you know were they put your horse?" If they didn't have a plan now, it wouldn't hurt to start coming up with one.

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Czarra drew here sword as Deawen was slammed up against the bars. She glared at her, "Don't say a word."
Without taking her eyes off of Deawen, she spoke in Rohirric to Lesao, hopeing other women wouldn't understand, "Were going to have to hurry once you get out. Do you know were they put your horse?" If they didn't have a plan now, it wouldn't hurt to start coming up with one.

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Amaran yawned despite the situation, a slight smirk on his face. A few tidbits of Rohirrim reached his ears: he understood the language well enough to get the jist of it. "Horses would only hinder us." He drawled. "We'd stick out like a sore thumb. This isn't Rohan, most people walk."

Deawen sensed a quick movement near her she braced and reached for her own dagger as she was slammed against the bars... she shut her eyes as the pain brought spots of color. stupid...very stupid she chided herself. she held still surpisingly relaxed until Tarcil spoke there was no way I am going in that cell[i] she thought. " no you won't Tarcil " she growled.

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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

Lesao gave Amaran the meanest look you'd ever see. "I'm not leaving without Imsul." she said in Rohirric. Her horse would not be left in the care of these people.
She waited for Tarcil to get her cell's lock undone, then she went out and faced deawen, with a thoughtful expression on her face. Then she ripped a strip of cloth from her shirt. She used it as a gag for Deawen, then shoved her into the cell she was just in. She locked the lock, and turned to Tarcil, "Do you know where they put my horse?"

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