Thire nodded firmly. "Good reason. That's why I'm here too."

Miriel watched the woman who'd answered Fastred and added: "You've called upon us to come to the aid of Lord Eorl. So here I am." No more explanation was needed. She wondered if they would get orders already but they probably wouldn't. That would give her enough time to find something to eat as she was starving..

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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.

(Sorry bout that, forgot to inform you all that I was leaving)

"As the lady said before, we're here to fight, it seems that you are in need of more fighters." She watched the camp, her face contorted into a grimace.

She turned back to the others, fiddling with her sword hilt. She appraised each and every one of them, an eyebrow cocked.

Hathawyn gave Dark a defiant look. She didn't quite appreciate being looked at appraisingly, but did not make any move. It would do no good for her to make enemies with those whom she would be fighting alongside.

[Is it me.. or do we seem to have an almost all-girl army forming here? ]

"Good," said Thorontor, "Do you know were the mess tent is? I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday."

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Thire glanced around and pointed. "It's in that direction. I'm going to go see Fastred- I'll see you later."

((Gotta go add some variety to the girl army. lol))

I believe I shall join *chuckles* Seems everyone has died somewhat here, but maybe we can make it comes alive! My character shall be a healer, not exactly a fighter....

Name: Loreenwyn
Race: Northwoman
Age: 31
Eyes: Icy Blue

Hair: Long and Golden, though twisted into a bun so as to keep it from hindering her work.

Appearance: Being 5' 7", she is of a relatively fair height. She is slender, but still tough enough to handle battle and the demanding task of caring for the wounded. She wears a simple dress of rough and lasting material, the colors usually green or brown and white.

Horse: Elgala, a gray mare

Other: She is a healer, the caretaker of the wounded.

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Loreenwyn entered the encampment silently upon a gray mare, the saddle having burlap sacks of herbs and much needed supplies tied down. Her icy gaze took in the sight of the many men and a few women, knowing that when the battle started and ended, there would be many of them to tend, for she was old enough to have seen it before.

Elgala nickered as the passed a few other horses which were tethered by the side of a tent, but Loreenwyn urged her onward, seeking the commander in order to inform him of her arrival. She would need to be acquainted with the higher officers, in the case of them becoming injured.

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~Cyclist in Training~