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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Oct 4, 2008 1:13:07 GMT -5
*Johanna wanted to say something about her husband, but decided the best course of action was to keep her mouth shut right now*
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Post by Éowyn on Oct 4, 2008 8:29:43 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn of Rohan and the other girls trapped at the marketplace were forced into a crowded room filled with terrified, young girls. Éowyn silently glanced around the room. She noticed many of the girls were crying, and she couldn't blame them. She was uncertain of what would happen to her. But the Ice Virgin of Rohan had a reputation to uphold, and didn't allow her emotions to show on her face.
She noticed a man in the room. She was not aware that he was a eunuch. They didn't have anything like that in Rohan. He had finished saying something just when she arrived the room. She hadn't heard what it was, and she did not intend to ask him to repeat it. If it was important, he would tell her in time, she assumed.*
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Post by Esmeralda on Oct 4, 2008 9:32:38 GMT -5
Esmeralda had heard of such things happening. She had just never thought it would happen like this, or in a city like Paris. She had no idea where she was now, only that the journey had been long. She'd only saved Djali by throwing herself on the little goat with a desperation that made the wicked men laugh at her--but they left her only friend alive.
Once deposited in the room, Esmeralda huddled in a corner, her arms around Djali, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears.
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Post by Éowyn on Oct 4, 2008 9:37:18 GMT -5
Éowyn noticed Esmeralda as she arrived. She saw how she held the goat, and her warm heart was filled with compassion. The poor girl seemed even more lonely than Éowyn was. In spite of the danger of being discovered, Éowyn made her way over to Esmeralda and sat down beside her.
"Hi," she whispered in an attempt to be friendly. "My name is Éowyn. What is yours?"
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Post by Sorelli on Oct 4, 2008 9:48:22 GMT -5
*Sorelli sat mutely as several of the other girls started to follow the first to give in. She didn't speak with anyone, and refused to look anyone in the eye. She was almost catatonic, in fact, her mind turned entirely inward*
My son...what will happen to him? His father is dead, and now I am lost...Jude...who will take care of you now?
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Xerxes
- In the Duggins -
I am King. And I need answer to no one.
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Post by Xerxes on Oct 5, 2008 11:54:07 GMT -5
***HAGAI***
"You will now be shown to your sleeping quarters--a change of more suitable clothes, water to wash with, and food awaits you."
*He led the way to an expansive chamber fitted with comfortable beds and fine linen sheets. An outfit of flowing though plain silks and linens lay on each, and servants with pitchers of water hot and cold, and silver basins engraved with fruit and flowers.
Beyond this room lay another, and already enticing smells of roasted meat and fresh bread wafted through the arched doorway, and laid out on platters were fresh fruits, nuts and berries, along with goblets of wine.*
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Post by Éowyn on Oct 5, 2008 12:11:33 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn listened suspicous to what the man had to say. She wondered what kind of place this was, but thought it best not to ask. She would find out in time.
She followed him silently, trying to blend in with the other girls in the group she had arrived with. She watched the luxury in the rooms, almost suspiciously.*
What kind of place is this? And why have they brought us here?
((She arrived after the others, and doesn't know why they are here.))
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Post by Esmeralda on Oct 5, 2008 12:35:04 GMT -5
Esmeralda had no time to respond to the pretty blond woman before they were marched away to a different room. She cradled Djali close all the while, though the goat protested a little.
Still, Esmeralda was a simple girl, though virtuous. And the smell of food, of more food than she'd been privileged even to see in some time, swayed her somewhat.
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Post by Éowyn on Oct 5, 2008 12:39:51 GMT -5
Lady Éowyn snuck up next to Esmeralda again.
"I wonder what they are planning to do with us, offering us so much luxury," she whispered.
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Post by Anastasia on Oct 5, 2008 13:02:53 GMT -5
"We are potential wives," Anastasia said, voice low.
"We've been collected so he can choose one among us."
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Post by Sorelli on Oct 5, 2008 13:03:58 GMT -5
*Sorelli, somewhat snapped out of her catatonia, followed meekly along, taking Hagai's direction and freshening up before donning the simple outfit. She seemed to be moving mechanically, mostly on autopilot*
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Post by Éowyn on Oct 5, 2008 13:06:13 GMT -5
*Éowyn shuddered and turned to Anastasia.*
"Has he said anything about what will happen to the rest of us?"
*She whispered.*
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on Oct 5, 2008 14:01:55 GMT -5
*Johanna nodded, blinking back tears*
"We'll still be in his harem..."
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Post by Éowyn on Oct 5, 2008 14:07:43 GMT -5
*Éowyn thought of Faramir, of Rohan, of Uncle Théoden and her brother Eomer. How would they continue the war without her? She gritted her teeth, trying to come up with a solution.*
"I used to be a shield maid in my country. I am well trained in using a sword. Is there no way of escape?"
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Post by Anastasia on Oct 5, 2008 16:04:43 GMT -5
Harem?
"I think we are far from any of our homes." Anastasia intoned, as she slowly started on her own dress.
She did, however, keep in mind Eowyn's statement about being trained to fight. She would have to speak to her later, when there wasn't the chance of anyone official overhearing. Maybe they could ferret out other girls that knew weapons...
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