(( I thought we were allready out..? ))

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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.

((There out of the prison, but not out of the city.))

"Well think fast," urged Czarra, "There must be a way out. A secret tunnel, a pass though the mountains?" Czarra new little about how the city was built, so she didn't even no if there were secret ways out. But then again, what city didn't.

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"Madam" Tarcíl snapped inpatiently though he didn't mean it. He wasn't used to so many people looking at him for guidance "As far as I know you didn't contribute to the fact three persons are out of prison instead of still being locked up. So if you would be so kind to be silent unless you have a suggestion."
This was going to be difficult, he realised. There were enough passages to sneak out. But since the complete Royal Guard would be after them by now he thought that hiding would be a better plan.
"We will not leave the city this night, but tommorow by day break." he commented. Now the only thing they needed was a place to hide for the night.

((Oki, thankies Tonks Is Las still around somewhere? ))

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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 rode in front of a small group of the royal guard the rest were dispresed around the city to reinforece the chance of the fugitives being seen. she also found one of her spys and gave orders to search some of the tunnels since there was not enough people to comb the whole city at once.

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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

Cautiously hurrying after the others, Ránëmírë came to a halt when she saw a closed gate.
"Oh no," she muttered under her breath. To make matters worse, there were guards all over the place.
Walking up to one, she mustered every scrap of sweetness she had in her."Excuse me," she said, trying her best to look confused. "Why are the gates closed?
I was just visiting a friend, and I have to be home soon, or my brother will worry. Is there any way out of here?" "I'm afraid not," the guard replied. "Several prisoners have escaped, and the gates are closed to prevent any more escaping. It's not likely that anyone will be able to leave today." He moved away. Realizing that she would not be able to sweet-talk her way out, Ránëmírë made a run at the gate. After all, it could not be much harder then climbing a tree, could it?
She dashed past several guards, grabbed the bolt as if it was a branch, and scrambled onto it.
A guard caught her cloak, but she tore it out of his hands and managed to swing herself over the gate.
The landing was clumsy and she fell. There was no time to check for broken bones, she had to get away from the prison.She climbed to her feet and ran toward the stables where her horse was. She would get some horses and then find the rest of the escapees.

((I thinks so, Will))

"Well," Czarra snapped back, "I was only planning on helping breaking one person out. And I was hoping we wouldn't have the whole Royal Gard after us."

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"But it's very good tea!" Amaran protested sarcastically. "Calms the nerves. Eases headaches as well." But he knew his mother's house was out of the question: She was aging and senile. He couldn't have any gaurds trashing her house.
"Sewers? The opening behind the tavern is concealed and always open: if I'm not mistaken, there's also a hide away there." It wasn't a plesant suggestion. The smell alone was good reason to avoid it, not to mention the muck and pests. Still, they needed a place to stay.

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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.

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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.

"Those things happen when you help a political prisoner escape" Tarcíl responded with a sneer. But then he sniggered at Amaran's words. "An excellent idea, a quite refreshing idea. Actually someone with brains here." Tarcíl said with a wide grin. He thought of Deawen who probably had to report to king Aragorn about the escape of an important prisoner. If he could only be there to see their faces...

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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 slammed her fist down on the horn of her saddle not because the serach wasn't going well it just started but that fact everything she worked for, could be washed away. this was not an option, she figured this could work it's way against her but she pointed out to herself that she had nothing to do with the escape she left then came back on a summons found the prisoners out...then shoved into a cell...well no one really needed to know she didn't struggle no one witnessed it not a problem.
She dreaded the thought of having to explain why the prisoners were not found immediatly...

one guard by himself was walking down a street and spotted the escaped prisoners he gave a shout and drew his sword.

Deawen heard the shout and snapped in that direction she signaled for others to go and see what was the matter. Deawen turned her horse and gave a relaxed chase.

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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

Ránëmírë adjusted her sword and reviewed the items in her pack.
Satisfied that she had all the necessities of life, she saddled her horse, Cricket.
How many horses should she take?
Ránëmírë did not know how many had acessible horses and it would not be good to take too many.
Settling on two, she selected the best she could find and saddled them.
All three bridles in hand, she walked out the stable door.
A great sense of adventure came to her as she walked out into the streets of Minas Tirith, until she wanted to shout with joy.
Panic rose in her mind when she heard shouting and looked pack to see a man dressed in the black and white uniform of the guards.
It was difficult to remain at a normal pace and she nearly sat down with relief when he rushed past her. However she did
start to run when she thought of where he was probably going.
Rounding a corner, Ránëmírë felt both relief when she saw her newfound friends, and fear when she saw that they had been discovered.
She mounted Cricket and urged the horses to a gallop.

((Anyone seen Las?))

"Um, Tarcíl?" said Czarra in a low voice, "We might want to run." She pointed down the stone streets, at the guard who spotted them.

At that moment Ránëmírë came around the corner with the horses. Her's and two extras, which, oddly enough, were Screamer and Lesao horse..

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((Bump, anyone seen Las?))

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(( ^^ Nope.. I'll pm her about it ))

Tarcíl was alarmed by the shout of a guard and swore out loud. Then, suddenly, another woman seemed to come to their aid and brought horses. "Horses won't do us any good..! " he sneered. "We'll catch more attention than we already do and the gates are closed.."

(( So... what is going to happen? Will Dea catch us? Or one of us..? ))

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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 have an idea...so far its only the gaurd and Deawen. There are what, about five of us? We could dispose of the gaurd, and if Deawen will let us, we could also over power her. We'd leave your dignity in one peice, Deawen.)
Amaran tensed as the gaurd came into view. He swooped for a stone and hurtled it as hard as he could towards the gaurd. A resonding clank told him he had done nothing re that dent the gaurd's armor. He sent another rock flying at the man's head, but the gaurd ducked.