Zeoe pushed Ruine harder than she would have a normal horse. Finally they reached the boarders of Minas Tirith. It truly was beautiful. She dismounted and lad Ruine to the city guards. "Hail, friend." She called to one. "Do you know where I might find Halegas?" The guard nodded. "Aye. He lives in a house a bit more that ways." and pointed. Zeoe nodded her thanks and sprang onto Ruine's back and rode to the house. She jumped off and knocked on the door.
Zeoe pushed Ruine hard, they rested only every other night. Any normal horse would have fallen from exhastion. Ruine did not. She kepted running until Zeoe told her to stop. She was a good, strong horse. Zeoe once again thanked the powers that be for her luck in finding Ruine. She knew she would have to ride hard to get to Gondor. People would only wait so long until they started a venture. She stopped only a few times.
Zeoe reveled in the ride of her mare. She was beautiful, and her gait was smooth. She decided to name her Ruine. Zeoe had ridden all that night, and hours into the morning. She stopped to have breakfast and discovered that most of her food was gone. Zeoe scowled. Next time she should pay more attention. She had a few coppers, enough to get her some cheese, bread, and mead. Then she'd have to wait for night to raid. Zeoe clambered on Ruine's back once more and ate her handful of stale bread as she steered Ruine towards a road. Once she got to the worn dirt road the saw a small town. Zeoe closed her eyes for a moment as Ruine bore her to the town. Zeoe hated public places, where everyone and anyone could go. As heard noised becoming louder she opened her eyes. Ruine stepped into the town and it was all Zeoe could do not to cover her ears. She slid off Ruine's smooth back and walked over to a food market. She grabbed the nearest bread and cheese, and grabbed a large bottle of mead, slapping down her coins. She shoved the food back in her pack and lead Ruine out of the village, heart pounding. Paper wafted past her feet. She picked it up. It said NOTICE: Heroes and Warriors needed in the white city of Gondor. To form a party and dispose of the remnants of Sauron's evil servants. Halegas will be leading this party. Report to him if you wish to join. Her eyes brightened. This is what she needed. She climbed back on Ruine and started towards Gondor, sipping from her bottle of mead as she did so.
Zeoe put away her dagger. She felt the urge to move. Something was pulling her towards Gondor. But she was yet a bit away. She needed a horse. Shouldn't be to hard to find one in Rohan. She packed her food and stood up, pulling her staff through her hands. She loved wood. She moved towards the next town. They had fine stables. She hoped she could find a horse as good as the famed Shadowfax, but that was doubtful. She made good time to the town. She climbed a tree on the outskirts and waited till dark. As soon as she saw and heard less folks moving about she climbed down, leaving her pack and staff nestled in a lower branch of the tree. Her dagger she took with her. She sneaked into the town, staying behind buildings and crates. She approached a farmer's barn and slipped inside. His only horses were large work horses and a mule. They wouldn't do. She slunk into a few more barns, but she got the same results. She was beginning to get disappointed. She stepped into another (very large) barn and took in her breath. This man must breed horses. She walked from stall to stall. The horses were not yet asleep. Some ignored her as she passed her hand through their stalls, some tried to bite her, some wanted her to pet them, but one stood out to her. It was a blue roan with tasseled ears and a lean body. She reached her hand into it's stall and stroked it. The horse did not flinch from her touch. She quietly opened the stall door and lead the horse out. She opened it's mouth to check it's teeth. The horse seemed about four. A perfect age. And it seemed spunky for a mare. There was no name on her stall door, like the other horses. The mare headbutted Zeoe. Zeoe smiled. She had found the perfect horse. Zeoe crept into the tack room and grabbed a lead rope. The mare was already wearing a bridal. Zeoe tied the rope onto the bridle and wrapped it around and tied it again. Makeshift reins. She didn't need a saddle. Zeoe lead the mare out to were she had stashed her stuff. Zeoe put her pack on and looked at her staff. She couldn't leave it behind, but could she ride with it? Zeoe took a length of rope out of her pack and tied it around her pack and back so the staff hang on tightly without bumping her mare's rump. Zeoe urged the mare into a walk. She had to get away from the town before she was discovered. She'd think of a name on the way.
Zeoe's tongue was sticking out of her mouth as she concentrated on the fox's eye. The gasped as the dagger slipped out of her hand, slashing across the wood and cutting open her thumb. Zeoe swore under her breath, relishing being able to say whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. She cast a small spell to mend the small cut. She observed her staff. She enjoyed it when the dagger slipped and cut a wrong line. It made her think of a way to carve something out of her mistake. She felt the gash with her newly mended thumb. She closed her eyes and her fingers caressed the wood. She felt the new design emerging. She smiled as she held up her dagger again. Not only would a fox be peering out of a tree, but a raven would be flying in front.
Zeoe slunk through the forest, Her white mallorn staff in hand. Sometimes it slowed her down, but more often then not it served her well. Wizards had staffs, and Zeoe found hers useful not only for directing magic, but for bashing heads in. It was strong. She sat down on a stump far away from whatever city she had seen earlier. She took some dried buck meat out of her satchel and ate it with water. When she had finished she picked up her staff and set it in her lap. She pulled her jeweled dagger out of it's leather sheath and flipped it in her hand. Zeoe set to work carving more runes and creatures on her staff. She was working on a fox in a tree right now.
So...My life is pretty awesome right now. I have the best friends...the possibility of a new pet, hardly any school, summer break coming up, Easter closer, some nice new books, inspiration. So yeah...it's going pretty smooth for me. I choose not to think about the one little flaw.
Appearance: Slanted ice blue eyes. Full rosy lips. light bronze-tanned skin. already 5ft 9in. Long black hair down to her waist that catches colors so it hardly ever looks simply black. reclusive, protective, wary look about her. Her ears are not very pointed.
Brief History: was raised among humans. ran away when she was nine. Has been roaming from place to place and picking up wizardry tips from wizards wherever she goes. (I might slightly change this during the game, so please don't hold me to it)
Abilities: sly, can use some magic, very quiet, fast and even if she is about to drop from exhaustion, she won't stop until someone else does first.
Occupation/Rank : N/A
Personality/Characteristics: shy, sly, suspicious, bit of a lier, thief, wary
Weapons: whatever she can find. after she ran away she stole a dagger that was going to be for a prince and has kept it ever since. She also has a staff she carved. She found a sturdy branch on the ground one day and has kept it, and it has served her well. When ever she has nothing to do she carves on it. not even 1/6 of it is carved yet, but the part that is is amazingly detailed.
Friends/alliances: her dagger, and her staff.
Other: I might alter some of thing during the actual roleplaying.
you'll still need to ask. Remember how mom was making sure she didn't have anything to do with it? Maybe now she'll want to write something about how other homeschool students are invited as well.
Tue Jul 12, 2011 5:50 pm
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