Post by Eloise on Oct 10, 2003 13:50:20 GMT
((ok, this rp is scripted. At the moment we have all the charectors we need and it would be hard to write new ones into the story. As the story progresses it might be possble to add in new chars, see the OOC if you'd like us to try and write you in!))
The sun glinted off the white towers of Gondor. In the streets children played and merchants laughed as they traded their wares for those of lands as far of as Harad. It was as close as Gondor ever got to peace. No one ever expected what was to come.
It was a hundred years since the war of the ring, a hundred years since so many of thier countrymen lost their lives in the battle of Pelenor fields. War had become a memory, something remembered in old songs and taught to children but not a part of their daily lives. There was a king on the throne, the very king that had led the people to victory so long ago. It didn’t matter that he was becoming old and grey, it didn’t matter that he now spoke of leaving them, that he would soon hand the throne over to his only son and heir. He was still a king, and to them that meant peace.
If the guards had not been busy laughing and joking amongst themselves and had taken the time to look, they would have noticed two lonely figures trekking across the fields below. Thier backs were bent, as if by a heavy load, or by age. They wore robes of blue, although you could scarcly tell the colour now, the robes were so travelstained and worn. They carried staffs, one was long and as slender as a willow wand, though much darker, darker than any wood of Gondor. It's rich colour and texture spoke of distant lands and foriegn trees. The other was made of a grey substance, stonelike and rough to the touch but far lighter, as if the figure had taken a mountain and compressed then bewitched it so it was feather light. The guards didn't notice them untill they reached the gates.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Three echoing knocks rang out, so loud the aging king was bound to hear them on his throne. The guards hastened to open the door, though catiously, they did not know if the unnoticed visitors were friend or foe. As they opened the door, a blinding light shone out and the guards knew no more....
Eli sat by the fire plucking a turkey for tonight's feast. It was hard work, the feathers stuck to her sweaty fingers and tugging them from the bird had torn her nails to shreds. The feast was rumoured to be the biggest since a hundred years ago, when the war agianst darkness had been won. everyone had been invited, even the lowlyiest serving girl, although Eli wasn't sure that she'd go. For a start she had nothing to wear. Although it was rumoured that the king would be surrendering his throne tongiht. That would be history in the making, perhaps she'd better go.
The figures made their way through the streets. From the sensless hypnotised guards they had learnt that a feast was to be held tonight. It was the perfect time for thier little announcment. In front of his people the king could not refuse to help. Even if he did, there would be some brave but foolish knight there who would take up their quest.
Eli finished plucking the bird then made her way back to her room. She would go the the party, she decided. After all, you never knew when something interesting would happen. Now her mind turned to what she would wear. A frayed skirt and dirty blouse were her usual attire, she didn't normally make an effort with her appearance. Tonight was different though.
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the lady. She turned the corner and walked straight into her.
"I'm sorry, I din't mean to.. " She bowed her head. "I'm sorry my lady."
((Thats your cue! Sorry it was so long...))
The sun glinted off the white towers of Gondor. In the streets children played and merchants laughed as they traded their wares for those of lands as far of as Harad. It was as close as Gondor ever got to peace. No one ever expected what was to come.
It was a hundred years since the war of the ring, a hundred years since so many of thier countrymen lost their lives in the battle of Pelenor fields. War had become a memory, something remembered in old songs and taught to children but not a part of their daily lives. There was a king on the throne, the very king that had led the people to victory so long ago. It didn’t matter that he was becoming old and grey, it didn’t matter that he now spoke of leaving them, that he would soon hand the throne over to his only son and heir. He was still a king, and to them that meant peace.
If the guards had not been busy laughing and joking amongst themselves and had taken the time to look, they would have noticed two lonely figures trekking across the fields below. Thier backs were bent, as if by a heavy load, or by age. They wore robes of blue, although you could scarcly tell the colour now, the robes were so travelstained and worn. They carried staffs, one was long and as slender as a willow wand, though much darker, darker than any wood of Gondor. It's rich colour and texture spoke of distant lands and foriegn trees. The other was made of a grey substance, stonelike and rough to the touch but far lighter, as if the figure had taken a mountain and compressed then bewitched it so it was feather light. The guards didn't notice them untill they reached the gates.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Three echoing knocks rang out, so loud the aging king was bound to hear them on his throne. The guards hastened to open the door, though catiously, they did not know if the unnoticed visitors were friend or foe. As they opened the door, a blinding light shone out and the guards knew no more....
Eli sat by the fire plucking a turkey for tonight's feast. It was hard work, the feathers stuck to her sweaty fingers and tugging them from the bird had torn her nails to shreds. The feast was rumoured to be the biggest since a hundred years ago, when the war agianst darkness had been won. everyone had been invited, even the lowlyiest serving girl, although Eli wasn't sure that she'd go. For a start she had nothing to wear. Although it was rumoured that the king would be surrendering his throne tongiht. That would be history in the making, perhaps she'd better go.
The figures made their way through the streets. From the sensless hypnotised guards they had learnt that a feast was to be held tonight. It was the perfect time for thier little announcment. In front of his people the king could not refuse to help. Even if he did, there would be some brave but foolish knight there who would take up their quest.
Eli finished plucking the bird then made her way back to her room. She would go the the party, she decided. After all, you never knew when something interesting would happen. Now her mind turned to what she would wear. A frayed skirt and dirty blouse were her usual attire, she didn't normally make an effort with her appearance. Tonight was different though.
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice the lady. She turned the corner and walked straight into her.
"I'm sorry, I din't mean to.. " She bowed her head. "I'm sorry my lady."
((Thats your cue! Sorry it was so long...))
The king (If he's still in Aragorn's line) is slightly related to Sim, but I won't play the part like that because I don't want to spoil the RP.)))