Narrator: *justinian looks towards you as well*
Cimorene: *she smiles softly at him, inclining her head politely* Indeed, my lord... forgive me for decieving you all.
Narrator: eldarion: very well. you have cause me no trouble. *eyes you carefully* and i am assuming that will not be causing me trouble?
Narrator: *justinian looks back at the king*
Narrator:: Marraent: sire she has done us nothing but good.
Cimorene: I only cause trouble to those who are evil, my lord, and you are not evil.
Narrator: eldarion: *to marraent* hush captain. let her answer herself.
Narrator: eldarion: *to you* most certainly *and with a smile and wink*. Very well then you are free to walk about. I believe Oromic the red wishes to speak with you.
Cimorene: *she bows deeply and hurries over to Oromic, going down on one knee before him* Oromic... forgive my deceit of character.
Narrator: out of character: laura he is not in the room;-)
Narrator: out of character: just you guys and the king and my guards! lol, but ya that's it
Cimorene: (oops. Put out of chacacter stuff like this, k?)
Narrator: (done)
Cimorene: (lovely)
Narrator: (so try again)
Cimorene: *she bows deeply to the kind and Justinian then says softly* Where can I find him?
Narrator: (you're playing justinian?)
Cimorene: (no.... reposting)
Cimorene: (King and Justinian)
Narrator: (ah cool)
Cimorene: (lol.... we're getting this, right?)
Narrator: (ya, once you're on your own we're fine)
Narrator: eldarion: if there is no other business? *eyes the group apprasingly and with penetrating eyes*
Narrator: *no-one responds*
Narrator: *marraent looks to the king. eldarion nods to him*
Cimorene: *she merely stands there, awaiting her answer*
Narrator: *eldarion looks over you all once more expectantly*
Cimorene: My Lord, if I may speak again?
Narrator: eldarion: you are all free to go. please enjoy the city
Narrator: eldarion: *motions to you* come here child
Narrator: *the two men leave*
Narrator: *belegar stands at the door looking after you from the distance*
Cimorene: *she moves over to him, her voice dropping slightly* I would very much appreciate it if you would not flaunt my status. One of my other companions convinced someone once that I was a purple fairy and that I would eat their souls... *she shivers* I prefer my actions to speak for me rather than words
Narrator: eldarion: I will do no such thing, yes. Besides you there are two other *Voice drops* wizards *winks* in the city and it frankly has some of my guardsmen worried that something is not right. *eyes you intensely* Is there somethng wrong I should be aware of?
Cimorene: *she smiles at him, then makes a Charm test*
Narrator: (lol just try missy!)
Cimorene: (2d6 plus my skill, yes?)
Narrator: (correct and add in your attribute modifier)
Narrator: (unless it's already in on the sheet of course)
Cimorene: (19)
Cimorene: (of course it is)
Narrator: (making opposed check)
Narrator: (k, go on)
Cimorene: There is nothing that I known of that would be of import to you, my lord
Cimorene: (*that I know)
Narrator: (got it)
Narrator: eldarion: Is there now? *unblinkingly gazing at you and dropping to a low low whisper* Then what was that aura around your brother?
Cimorene: Aura, my lord? *she cocks her head to the side, as if puzzled*
Narrator: eldarion: *voice returning to normal level* Please madam do not take me for an uneducated man. I am my fathers son *these words are spoken slowly and clearly and with force* (make a willpower)
Cimorene: (11)
Narrator: *you can absolutely and clearly interpret he see's right through you and is implying he is as sharp as Aragorn himself*
Narrator: *and he is somewhat intimidating all the sudden but in a kingly way*
Narrator: *eldarion looks at you expectatly*
Cimorene: *she grins a little* Forgive me, my lord. I have not forgotten your lineage. My brother's secrets are his to keep, not mine. His aura is of no danger to you, but rather to himself.
Narrator: eldarion: *with a wistful look* it is a sad state of affairs when a trusted servant of this kingdom has such a secret from his king. *normal again* Very well I shall take it up with Belegar himself.
Cimorene: (*winces*)
Narrator: eldarion: now was there something else you wanted?
Cimorene: *she bows again, then says, a trifle urgently* My lord, the wizards?
Narrator: eldarion: ah yes! I have lost my place *winks*. They are Pouring over old scrolls and books in the libraries
Cimorene: May I?
Narrator: eldarion: I can have a man show you the way if you like.
Cimorene: *she nods quickly before smiling and bowing again*
Narrator: *belegar is still at the doorway*
Cimorene: *she casts an apologetic glance at her brother as she hurries towards the library*
Narrator: eldarion: *to guard* ipal. Show our guest *points to you* the way to our latest visitors won't you?
Narrator: *ipal nods and follows you*
Narrator: eldarion: *to you* was that all?
Cimorene: *is already gone*
Narrator: *belegar looks confused*
Narrator: *belegar follows with ipal too*
Narrator: (laura does your character actually know where this is?)
Cimorene: (no, sorry)
Narrator: (lol)
Cimorene: (too eager)
Narrator: (i know)
Narrator: *ipal is a man of average tallness in average gondorian armor like belegars it is boasting of it's white tree*
Narrator: ipal: *to you* madam did you need my services?
Narrator: *belegar is next to you now*
Cimorene: *she nods* Lead on, man, lead on!
Narrator: (lol)
Narrator: *ipal turns immediately and leads you on*
Narrator: *you are led through a maze of the white city until eventually you arrive in what you could picture as the place gandalf visited in FOTR when he was reading up on the ring*
Narrator: *in the small space are Oromic the red and Ulrich the green and you and belegar*
Narrator: ipal: *to you* did you need anything else madam?
Cimorene: *she shakes her head at the man before hurrying over to the two elder wizards. She goes down on one knee and bows her head before them* Oromic. Ulrich.
Narrator: *ipal leaves swiftly*
Narrator: *Oromic looks somewhat more mature than the last time you saw him, it has been almost 4 months since you last saw him but his beard is no longer as long as a mans but something of an elder man, yet he still appears in his late 30's and early 40's*
Narrator: oromic: to you *with a childlike smile* rise child there is no need for such an action
Narrator: *ulrich just watches on as does Belegar*
Cimorene: *she rises quickly and grips their hands in a friendly manner* Please forgive me for decieving you, my lord. I did not mean to mislead you about my true form.
Narrator: *ulrich seems somewhat shocked*
Narrator: oromic: tell me, *in a more suitable tone* why the charade Cimorene(butchered spelling)?
Cimorene: (not at all)
Narrator: (oh cool then)
Cimorene: I swore never to use my magic again, my lord, after the War of the Ring against Sauron.
Narrator: *the word "sauron" sends an intangible shiver down everyonese spines*
Narrator: oromic: ah i see now. so much pain and death could lead one to a more reclusive life. *looks into you* but it is those of us with our task that must go on and finish it
Cimorene: *she raises his eyes to his* And what is my task, Oromic?
Narrator: oromic: didn't you hear me months ago *lauging* i am to bring all of our kind home to valinor. I am to do so one way or another.
Narrator: oromic: *more appropriate now* and our brothers and sisters have the same duty. our seperation as an order has gone on for long enough. we must unite and then depart
Cimorene: *she stands, a little afraid now* All of us?
Narrator: oromic: *to you* yes indeed. most definetly all of the remaining 5 must go and the rest will be judged accordingly when the time comes.
Narrator: *belegar looks on and occasionally looks at you*
Narrator: *ulrich is looking at oromic*
Cimorene: Where does the Staff of Gandalf the Grey fit into this plan?
Narrator: oromic: *smiles* plan eh? *laughs* I wasn't aware that I was a great leader now. *serious again* the staff is a relic of his that cannot be left in this land for fear of mischeif being done with it. *looks to belegar quickly then you*
Cimorene: Along with many other things, my lord. Belegar... please tell Oromic of your plight.
Narrator: *belegar looks to you in a serious manner* there is nothing to tell
Narrator: oromic: *puts up his hands sumbissivly* that is not the mischeif i was refering too. but who knows what could be done with it if it were in the wrong hands
Narrator: oromic: but thankfully that is all taken care of now *looks to you* you did bring it with you did you not?
Cimorene: *she nods* We retrieved it, but I must ask. Why did you simply not fetch it yourself?
Narrator: oromic: the answer is simple; i have been here trying to find the wearabouts of the others that must be found. also as i've told you before, my time here is short and even i do not know when it will be up. my tasks are long in number and i am too few to complete them all
Cimorene: (Did we put the staff in the vault?)
Narrator: oromic: i was informed of their being others of the order who would help me and more still that would. you *looks to you and belegar and ulrich* are a fulfillment of that
Narrator: (yes)
Cimorene: The staff is safely in the custody of the king, my lord.
Cimorene: (yikes, thought I pushed send)
Narrator: oromic: *smiles* excellent. then i can safely retrieve it later. there is much more to do yet still
Narrator: (it's cool)
Cimorene: *she nods* Indeed.
Narrator: oromic: as one of the order, would you be willing to do something more for me?
Cimorene: *finally showing weakness, she turns and looks at her brother, hey eyes questioning*
Cimorene: (don't you have to leave in two minutes?)
Narrator: (END)