The White City

[Envin]

The White City

Here beneath fair blue Mindolluin lies the fabled city of Minas Tirith, the home of the people of Gondor, and the seat of the realm's power. Here are tall spires and strong holds, places for feasting and places for arming. Upon these streets may much adventure be found, from casual conversation to many a dangerous rendevous.

Here shall occur all incidental roleplay within Minas Tirith, though if a long tale shall unfold it must needs retire to its own thread, or if a visitor shall have aught to bring to the attention of the King or the Queen, they he is invited to wend his way to the Citadel of Guard.

[Vaire]

Vaire and Arwen walked through the evening of Minas Tirith. The white City was humming for life and everywhere lightened lamps and torches at the corners and in the street. The evening was mild and the two ladies walked laughing and chatting for hours before they started to get tired and headed up the hill to the Citadel. Arwen offered Vaire a room close to her and King Elessars chamber and Vaire took it with a bright smile.

[E'vesash]

The maiden walked her way silently through the streets of the white city, enjoying her explorations. Her steed, Azen, was faithfully by her side, occasionally offering a curious snort to passing strangers. E'vesash paused every now and then to look over something that a salesman had upon his cart or table. The evening was drawing near, but it was not too late for the markets to have closed. It was a peaceful time, and E'vesash enjoyed the serenity of the white city. T'was a lovely place indeed.

[Vaire]

Vaire saw Lord Aragorn appearing and hurried through the streets of Minas Tirith. She dived into a crowd of people and felt dizzy again. She nearly passed out, but could hold herself at the window to a store. In the glas she saw that her face had changed again and she opened her eyes wide and screamed. The people around looked at her and in their faces she could read that they though the old hag had lost her mind. Vaire shoke her head and made for the stables to get a horse and head immediatly to Moria. She had thought it might be interesting to have different faces, but this one scared her and she wanted to get it off as soon as possible.

[Vaire]

Much later...
Vaire had changed outside of Minas Tirith and rode now with her horse back into the white city. She had no memory of what had happen. She found herself in strange clothes and felt sore and tired when she awoke. Vaire mounted her steed and headed confused up the hill to the white citadel.

[Saeros]

......... much much later

Saeros rode upon his steed down the streets of Minas Tirith and through the big gate. He faced towards the west, to make his way through Rohan and the Gap of Rohan into Enedwaith.

[morgan]

Ceci had accidentally wandered to Gondor from Annuminas one way or another. She wasn't even sure how.((Neither am I, lol)) She walked through the streets watching the busy people about her. Doren had been busy of late and so she had gotten bored and decided to go play, of course she didn't mean to go soo far.

[~Tom~]

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Many months after a lone horsemen rode to the silver gate wrought of mithril and silver shaped in the fashion of the kings of Gondor.

The gate men above yelled down "Who be there in the night " the horse snorted and the rider yelled back up" A ranger of the north , who comes to Gondor seeking rest " although not entirely true , the valar had condemmed him to a mortal life , leaving only his mothers blood .

Slowly the silver gates creeked inwards and the horse men rode through the narrow passing then they shut once more.

[Envin]

The Captain of the Shift at the Gates came hurriedly down the steps and halted the horseman ere he was able to ride further into the City.

"What make ye here in this Minas Tirith, my Lord?" he asked humbly with a bow of his helmed head. "These are dark days, and I must perforce know the business of any who would pass my watch. How may I assist thee?"

[~Tom~]

Murazor dismounted and took the reins of his horse in his hand, and said "I come to Minas Tirith to seek shelter for the night , and to have a decent meal which i have not had in many the day , now may i go on , or dose thee need to question me more?"

[Envin]

The guard smiled in return. "Nay, my Lord, I seek not to detain thee. It merely my task to ask of all who pass my ken. Take thy ease in Minas Tirith, then - I would reccomend the White Tower Pub if thou needest a place for the night and a warm meal."

[~Tom~]

"Much appreciated " he wsaid then he trailed off in to the dark streets of minas tirith until he came to the pub.

[Envin]

The guard captain returned to his post upon the walls, and observed the horseman as he rode away through the streets and lanes of the City.

[Siranna]

Siranna rode up to the gates. She had figured she'd ride from city to city. Just to have fun and explore and such. Something she had not done in a long time. She looked up the gate at the gate to the guards. "I ask thee's permission to pass thy gates." She said to him.

[Envin]

The Lady Siranna and her passing fair countenance were known to the guards of Minas Tirith, and with a broad smile the Captain of the Guards elbowed his men out of his way, with a sweeping bow permitted the Lady entrance through the gates, and the doors swung wide to allow her entry.