Fair Minas Tirith

[Envin]

The White City of Minas Tirith is a fair place and a gladsome, with beautifully carved stonework and carefully laid buildings towering to great heights. Its streets are broad and straight, and are filled with bustling folk aobut the work of their day. Farmers hawk their wares during their weekly pilgrimage to town, pedlars sell this and sell that, and the innkeepers set down hefty mugs of ale upon tables outside the inns.

The City is guarded at all points by the Host of the West, the army of Gondor captained by the King, but its influence is felt but little by the citizens of the City. And the High King of Minas Tirith and of Gondor is the Lord Envinyatar, who may be found in the White Citadel of Guard. Thou art invited to seek him there if thou hast aught to propound to the King. Otherwise, all incidental roleplay pertaining to Minas Tirith may occur in this location.

[Anwyn]

Anwyn walked through one of the various outdoor market places, though nothing about her dress to the casual eye would set her apart from any other lady of the court there was a regal grace about her as she glided through the Vendors. Occasionally allowing herself to be tempted into closely examining a fine textile or cloth, though if a vendor approached her a little too agressively for her liking she would merely smile, bow her head and melt back in the mass of surging people as they went about there daily tasks.

It was more than once she found herself taken aback by the sheer size and artistry of this City. It was though it had been sang into excistance by the most talented poets. For though she loved her own homeland, she did not see any great offense in at least admitting to herself that there was indeed much beauty to be found here.

[Envin]

The Town Crier of Minas Tirith walked his ways through the City, telling aloud the news and the tales of the day, troubles in the north and the south, and woes from Rohan. He also earned his wages from several local establishments, telling travelers of the comfort of various Inns. He saw at once that the Lady Anwyn was of regal bearing, and of course in his judicious mind decided that she would prefer naught but the best, and so when he passed her, he bowed low, and told her of the Seven Stars and Crown, that a finer place in the South could not be found, that the food and the drink and the company and the beds - all these were superb, and that if he was not mistaken the Lord Aragorn held a seat in his favorite table at the pub that night.

[Anwyn]

Anwyn thought on the Cries suggestion for naught but a moment, for the promise of a good meal and warm bed before she would return to Rohan sounded most tempting indeed. Thanking the man for his advisement, she inquired to where she may find such a place. Pointing her in the correct direction, she thanked him again politely and began to make her way through the crowd.

[Siranna]

Siranna rode among the citadel of Gondor, looking about. Twas a beautiful and busy sight to look upon-homely. She had come to ask it's king for alliance but decided she would look around first out of curiosity.

[vanya]

Elven horns yelled from afar the walls of Minas Tirith. Even though their sound was not longer unfamilliar to the people of Gondor, since their Queen was elvenkind, the folk of Minas Tirith came running to the Walls. They witnessed the aproach of the grey host from the battle in the north and aspyed their Lady Vanya on her white steed in front of them. The gates were opened and the elven soldiers allowed to enter the white city.

Vanya gave command for her men to take rest and be ready for staying for a while, than she rode up the road of Minas Tirith, all the seven levels, just with four special guardians on her side.