Story:A group of people has been delayed by some orks. They carried them to a barrack near Mount Doom. The people don't know where they came from nor what they were doing till the orks found them. It is now up to us to continue the story, will they be slaved? Will they serve the Dark Lord voluntarily? Or will they escape?

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My character:

Name: Lostariel

Age: unknown

Gender: female

Birthplace: Unknown, but she woke up in Chetwood

Status: Single

Race: half-wraith

Appearance: She is about 5'6'', slim, almost skinny, long black hair, almost reaching her waist, her eyes are grey and she is really pale. She usually wears a black uniform, sometimes she covers herself with a grey cloak. She looks like a young woman, about 16 or 17 years old.

Personality: She has a sarcastic and cyinical (?) sense of humour, the atmosphere around her is quiet, dark but filled with wisdom and knowledge, she doesn't have many friends and she isn't that much into making friends, she's distrustful and cunning, but honest and she fights with all of her power, her body and her soul.

History: Lostariel arrived in middle-earth a few weeks ago, she woke up in the small forest called Chetwood without any memory except some spells and fighting skills. She wandered around till she reached Osgiliath, stayed there, hidden in a cave near the city, then went away and wandered again, not knowing what to do, where to go or who she is and what happened to her.


So let me begin

Sweat pearled across her face and left a small trace in the dust that covered it. Her hands and knees were bound with some dirty rags. A small fly flew across the small room. Lostariel suddenly coughed, her lung filled with dust and dirt. As the coughs shaked her weakened body, she opened her eyes and blinked a few times until her eyes got used to the dimmed light in the room. Her gaze wandered across the room, she glanced at the heavy door, took a gander at the flaw across the window and sneaked a peek at Mount Doom. She sighed, seeing the mountain and slowly figuring out where she was. Outside she heard some noises, it sounded like ... people, no... creatures. Dirty and rude did they seem to be. Lostariel tried to sit up to get a better view over the room. She gasped as she noticed the other persons in the room. Nobody seemed to be awake... she hoped they'd at least be alive.
... although she didn't know if that would be good for them, as she heard the door open...

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><x> Ringer for Christ <x><

Evil twin of: Inwe Calaelen

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Name: Silima (seel-em-a)

Age: unknown

Gender: female

Birthplace: N/A

Status: Single

Race: Human

Appearance: 5' 9", brown hair to her sholders, hazel eyes. Rather big-bone.

Weapons: She not much of a fighter, but always has a small knife with her about the size of a Swiss Army Knife.
Personality: Tough and honest, she seldom gets angery, but if she does you would want to run for the hills.

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Silima groaned and rolled onto her side, floating on the edge between conscionsness and unconsciousness(sp). She was aware of little, but her mind was starting to clear up.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Lostariel noticed the movement next to her. She piped down, not wanting the ork to figure out they were awake. The swart creature stepped into the room and kicked the body next to the door. Lostariel tried not to move and not to breathe, as the slimy wight moved out again. He shut the door and blocked it with a heavy bar.

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><x> Ringer for Christ <x><

Evil twin of: Inwe Calaelen

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Name: Anira (Ah-neer-ah)

Age: Unknown

Gender: Female

Birthplace: Unknown

Status: Single

Race: Human

Height: 5' 8"

Appearance: She has long raven colored hair that flows down her back in soft curls, stunning aqua eyes, a slender build and delicate features

Personality: Strong-willed but reserved, she often masks her tender spirit behind an exterior of steel. She has a strong sense of duty and is fearless in battle.
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Anira groaned softly as she slowly began to regain consciousness. The first thing she became aware of was the dull throbbing of her wrist where the course rope cut into her skin. She could feel the coolness of the stone beneath her bruised cheek and she wondered how long she had lain there. Slowly her eyes slide open and she blinked several times to get accustomed to the darkness. Anira shifted slightly, but dared not sit up for fear of alarming the guards. Where am I? She thought as she gazed around the room and for the time realized that she was not alone.

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She twitched as she heard a low groan. Haltily she whispered: "Hello?Is there anyone?" She looked across the room and then, as nobody answered, she listened carefully. There were no voices on the outside anymore. She risked to speak louder: "Hello? Is there anyone?"
Lostariel piped down to listen intently.

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><x> Ringer for Christ <x><

Evil twin of: Inwe Calaelen

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I'll join
Name: Deawen
Race: Human
age: 18
Gender: Female
appearance: very slender, short but not stocky only reaching 5ft auburn hair and light blue eyes.
Attitude: Fighter..need i say more
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Deawen was sitting up the whole time her eyes were half open when the Orc came in but that was quickly faded her eyes snapped open and she began working with the crude ropes..her long slender fingers worked deftly at loosening the ropes. when someone spoke she froze " shh!" Deawen hissed softly she pointed to the door as best she could with her finger still in the center of the knot.

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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

Silima finaly woke as she heard a voice. She soon found that unconsciousness was better that what she had now. There was a dull pulseing in her head, like she a hit it hard, maybe on the stone floor. She tried to shift position, but stopped as she saw an orc at the door way.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Lostariel turned her head to look at the window, her gaze wandered through the room, but she coudln't find what she was searching for.
The rags that bound her hands were too strong to loosen them without a knife or a sword.
"Are you... okay?", she asked, looking at the two women.

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><x> Ringer for Christ <x><

Evil twin of: Inwe Calaelen

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Silima turned to find the source of the voice. It was a women with long dark hair, "I feel like I'v been kicked in the head by a horse," she mumbled, "But, other that that, I think I'm fine."

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

When the guard left Anira slowly moved to a sitting position, trying to loosen the ropes that bound her wrist. Glancing around she saw the forms of three other women around her, prisioners of the same vile creatures that held her. "I'm fine-for the most part." she whispered a response. "What do you think they mean to do with us?" she asked the others.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Lostariel shrugged carefully, her left hand twitched as the rags cut into her flesh. "I can't remember anything. I mean... it's like... the last days are... lost...", she tried to explain. Outside the door the noises became louder and louder, then suddenly something or someone crashed against the door. "Oh no, I think they've returned.", she whispered and let her head sink down as if she was sleeping.

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><x> Ringer for Christ <x><

Evil twin of: Inwe Calaelen

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Anira turned at the sudden noise and quickly lay back upon the ground. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to fight, but she knew that it would be folly to do so in her current state. If only I could undo these binds and find weapons, she thought ruefully as she lay still upon the stone.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

The stinky and slimy orc entered the room, some raw fish in his hands and blood covered this face around his mouth. "Eh!", he said, almost grunting. As nobody answered, he turned his face to the door. "Those bloody *beep* don't even move. They enjoy the sleep, eh? I think we should wake them up!", he ended with a terrible laughter. Then two other orcs appeared. Their big feet and their huge weight let the floor vibrate as the made their way to the window. One of them threw a helmet through the window, the other ones began kicking the bodies around them. Lostariel sat up with a scream. "NO! Stop that, you monsters!"

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><x> Ringer for Christ <x><

Evil twin of: Inwe Calaelen

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Deawen managed her bonds quietly when the Ork came back Deawen looked like a cat ready to pounce. when it started to kick Deawen sprung. she tackled him and began clawing the orks face he slammed her against the nearest wall she let out a gasp as the other two orks came in fire and defiance flared in her eye she hit the ork tat slammed her into the wall on the base of the neck. the other two orcs grabbed her by the neck and hurled her out the door. she laid still for a moment one of the large orks grunted after her slowly she pushed herself up but not like a country girl but a trained fighter. a cut above her eyes gave the impressionthat she was crying tears of blood. she rose to her feet but staggered and fell back to the ground.

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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

As Lostariel watched Deawen she screamed again. "NO! Leave her alone, come on, you stupid *beep*!" She tried to stand up, but her hands and knees were still bound.

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><x> Ringer for Christ <x><

Evil twin of: Inwe Calaelen

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Silima final got her bonds free. She jumped up just as the orcs threw Deawen out the door. She reached down and felt her small knife were she always kept in, right on the outside of her thigh. Orcs weren't smart enough to look there for weapon, if that’s what you would call it. It was only a 3 inch blade, but it was better that nothing. She ran at the orc that threw Deawen and stabbed him in the shoulder, not evoking much damage.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks