Lesao urged her horse, Nienyan, to keep going, the horse was exaughsted from traveling so far. The White gates of Minas Tirith rose above them, Nienyan shied when a loud, strange voice came from behind them.
'Who are you, and what is your buisness here in the White City?" the Gondorian asked, a hint of pride in his voice.
"My name is Aliane." She lied, "I have come here to live with family relations." her voice faltered on the word 'family'. There was not a sound, besides Nienyan's hoove's sharp sound as they hit the pavement as she pranced nervously. She was beginning to get suspicious when she heard an answer.
"You may enter." The shining gates slowly opened, groaning from the effort. They stopped when they were only large enough for her walk through, dismounted, leading her mare.
She was about to mount again when she heard a cold voice; "Hello Aliane, or should I say, Lesao?" he said. She whirled around to see that Gondorian soldiers had crept up, along with a man who's face was horridly familiar. He had dark brown hair, matching eyes, and a cold smile.
"I am no longer in that land," she said forcefully, speaking of her home, "you cannot banish me from Gondor as you have Rohan."
"Yes I can." he said casually, he snapped his fingers and the soldiers slowly advanced. "King Aragorn told me to rid the city of murderers, adn I shall hold to my word."
Fear was consuming her voice, "I did not kill him, you know that."
"Do I?" he asked, cocking his head thoughtfully. She drew her sword with trembling hands....

This is a story, about one of thr Rohirrim, banished from her own land. And yet, she is the sister of the King. All for the mistake of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The people were so mad, that some of them men got together and chased her away... Now, two years later, the memory is like it just happened. She was just leaving Ithilean, and traveling to Minas Tirith to pull herself together, and she had done many times in different cities. The residents would think she was a normal person, then she would just disappear.
The plot of the rp is that Lesao is thrown into jail, but she escapes with the help of one of your characters... And the rest we can do anything with it we like

My Bio:

Name: Lesao
Age: 26
Race: Rohirrim
Appearance: She had dark brown and radiant green eyes. SHe is tall and proud.
Weapons: A sword like Eowyn's and two daggers

Everyone and anyone can jon!!!!!

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Hey, I'd love to join. I think I could be one of the soldiers, who later believes Lesao and then helps her...

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I'd like to join!

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

I'll join

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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

Great! All of you can join. That would be great, ElenyaAr-Feiniel.

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Because there doesn't have to be a certain amount of members we can join when you want to.

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This is a link to my bio:

http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=14525

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

I will join too!

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Hi, Tur!!!!
Nymphadora, are you going to a soldier like ElenyaAr-Feiriel?

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Well, my charrie's from Rohan, so mabye she could be Lesao friend from back home who belives her, who helps bust her out of jail. Just an idea, I'm good with anything.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Name: Deawen
Gender: female
Age: 21
nationality: Rohan
occupation: spymaster of Gondor.
attitude: cold has a sense of humor but doesn't show much of emotion.

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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'll join!

name Morcun Lorrweaver
age 23
race human
rank Ithilian ranger
hair color brown
eye color grey
cloths somewhat like Faramir's... most are the same...
weapons Bow/arrows, broad sword
skills archery, some fighting

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

I'll join too.

Name: Ránëmírë
Race: Elf
Age: 3648
Gender: Female
Appearance: Black hair, green eyes, willowy. She wears a green velvet dress and brown cloak.
Background: Her home is in Mirkwood, but she often travels. She has skill in healing and knows how to defend herself.

(I'll join)
Name:Amaran, if you want to believe what he tells you

Age:29 ish. (Again, what he tells you may not always be right.)

Race: Human

Appearance: Tall, dark hair, and grey green eyes. He has an inexpressive face most of the time, but its not repulsively so.

Personality: He doesn't really care. He just goes with the flow of things, though often that can be bad. He has what you could call the remenants of morals, and they keep him from being completely evil.

Background: Well, you're just going to have to wait until he tells you, I guess.

Ill join

Name: Tarcíl
Age: 25
Gender: male
Appearance: not so tall, long blond hair, blue eyes
Personality: he does nothing but for his own profit, tends to drink too much but next to that he is capable of being pleasant if he likes to
History: he has been thrown in prison -again- for some night to sober up a bit. (since Tarcíl has been there so often, he also knows the fastest ways out, so he could be some help to you Las )

Nauriel - could our charries be like friends? (hm, friends is perhaps a somewhat intimate term since Tarcíl has no real friends) but lets say acquainted?

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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.

Wow, lot's of people. Welcome everybody!
Nice Charrie name, Annúniel.
Sorry, Nymphadora, I didn't look at your bio close enough.

We can start anytime you guys want!

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