Grandimor is a young man that stands at about six feet tall. He looks as though he is about twenty (give or take a few years). Grandimor's wieght looks to be about 180-190 pounds, witch is a good wieght for a man of his build and age. You can't see much fat at all on Grandimor just muscle. His eye's are a dark shade of brown as is his hair. He has a small beard and he has side burns that reach his beard. He appears to be in a good mood, but you can't realy tell that. His fingers look cut and bruised, most loikely from working with metal, or rock. He is wearing a black wool shirt, with a lighter shade of grey leather vest. His pants are also black, but has a few small stains on it most likely from beer, or ale.

Sanos - You peer upon a fresh young man who looks like he's somewhere around his mid 20's. The young man has a medium build,that of a typical 23 year old, and by your judgement looks around 6 feet tall. His weight of about 180 comes from almost pure muscle, you can tell he has done some work around the house, very lean, firm, and healthy looking. You can see black is the dominate hair color on his arms and head. The hair of this man is loosely tended, short and let still so his thick hair justs sits on his crown. His face is high boned and thin showing his cheek bones quite well. Clad in a black wool under shirt and a black leather vest, his fair white arms growing thin black hair show through for his under shirt is cut off at the elbow. He wears a brown hide belt with no weapons on it and a small buckiling. He has black lennin pants which fit him quite well and comfortably, and upon his feet are black leather boots. You lastly notice the kindiling fire within his dark, deep set eyes. It seems this fire hides his personality and to talk to him would be the only way to get past it for he does not show many facial expressions. Finally seeing all you could see and drawing your eyes off the man he catches a glimpse of you gazing at him and he smiles. This man looks like a normal citizen, and he probably is.Hard working and a drinking fellow but soon hopes to be more.

Meregon - Nothing very impressive about this man. Of average heigth and build, he has brown curly hair on his head and a rich but yet well-trimmed beard on his chin. His eyes are gentle, of a pale brown color towards grey. His face is fair and a bit rosy at the moment. Dressed in travel rags predomantly of grey and white colors. A rope cordon keeps his waist, from which a small sack hangs, and a normal sheath in which a cutting knife sleeps. A black horn is strung in a thin leather bardic at his belt. His ankle-high soft doeskin boots are a bit travel stained as are his baggy light colored breeches.

Analdin - An intelligent-looking young man catches your eye. As he sweeps a lock of his relatively short blond hair out of his deep blue eyes, you catch a hint of mischief hiding in them. You judge him to be about six feet tall, perhaps a bit more, but definitly no less. His features, though slightly boyish in appearance, give him a definite sense of responsibility, perhaps a reason for the Lieutenant's stripes on his Guard uniform. The uniform, a black tabard with the stars and tree of Minas Tirith, black trousers, and polished to a shine black boots, seems to almost be too military for one with his boyish looks, but after closer inspection, suites him quite well. On his shoulder can be seen the insignia of the commander of the Company of the Silver Ship. A helm of black steel, with raven wings sweeping back from the sides adorns his head. Strength, however, is apparent in his stance, physical as well as mental. His medium build doesn't leave much for what would be thought of a very strong man, but it is apparent that this lad has seen his fair share of hard work. The thoughtful gleam in his eye pears out at you, and immediatly shows a good bit of intelligence, ready to be applied to any problem at hand. One might consider him quite handsome, though he looks boyish at times thanks to the short cut of his hair yet bangs that sweep across just above his forhead when his helmet is removed. Though black seems to be the dominant color in his clothing, which includes a black glove on his left hand, his almost Rohirric features makes it so he gives off no appearance of darkness. A well-polished and taken care of sword hangs from his belt, and he wears it proudly. His posture is friendly, and, though somewhat serious, a hint of a grin shows in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. An air of purpose surrounds him like a light mist.

Analdin's Office - As you enter this room you see a neat and tidy desk setting next to the only window. Behind the desk stands a tall book and scroll case that is filled with books and parchments neatly organized first alphabetically, then by dates. These are records and reports as well as a small wealth in books on various subjects. Upon the desk is a feather quill, ink well, an empty cup with drink stains, an ink blotter, red sealing wax and two oil lamps for illumination at night. A plain cot is pushed up against the wall to the right of the door and a trunk rests at the head of it. A carefully drawn map of Gondor, inked upon a thin sheet of finely tanned and bleached leather, is pinned up on the far wall across from the desk. A pair of spare chairs face the desk beneath the map. Everything in the room is immaculately tidy as only a soldier would keep it.
 
 

Analdin sits quietly behind his desk, eyes intent on a sheet of paper in front of him. Running his finger down the parchment, he mouths the words as he reads them off.

The room is quite well lit, light from the early morning sun flowing in through the small window, falling mainly on the lieutenant's desk and back as he sits there silently reading to himself. His helm sits, thrown carelessly, on the cot on one side of the room, yet other than that, he is in uniform.

Sanos walks up towards Analdin's door which is half open and peering inside he recognizes the LT and quietly taps on the door "Hello sir? his small voice rings out

Analdin glances up from his parchment, eyes turning immediatly to the sound at his door. With a small motion of his hand, he invites the man in, "Come on in, Sanos," he says, his voice quiet yet carrying over the room, "What can I do for you this morning?"

Meregon has arrived.

After waiting at the door for Sanos to enter, Grandimor quietly follows him inside the office.

Sanos shaking with a bit of nervousness in his stomach replies in a quivering yet stern voice "Well..Lt. I was wondering about the Guard and entering it. I feel it is possibly time? Can you help me out?"

Meregon staggers in, a bit rosy in the cheeks from a hard day's climb up the roads of Minas Tirith. He walks in and stops a little bewildered. He stops wordless awaiting a question perhaps of why he might have entered this room.

Grandimor quietly moves in the room a bit more, and stands next to Sanos.

Analdin setting down his paper, and leaning forward somewhat in his chair, he nods and holds up a hand as two more men enter. "Hold on a minute, Sanos." he says, turning his attention to Meregon and Grandimor, "Good morning, gentlemen. Is there something I can do for you, Meregon?" Raising an eyebrow at Grandimor, "You, sir?"

Grandimor clears his throat and says "I am Grandimor, I came with Sanos to your office to ask about joining the guard."

Meregon sighs with relief and smiles gently, clearing his throat for a better speech he says, perhaps thinking along as he's talking- " Good morning Lieutenant Analdin, I was just exploring this great city and by a dazed mistake I have stumbled into your office, now however I know that fate brought me here as I have sought you, for I wish to join the ranks of the Guards of Minas Tirith !" he says, speaking fast, and ending with a deep breath, having let it all out.

Analdin nods to Grandimor, looking the man over quietly before replying, "Welcome then, Grandimor." Turning to face all three, he motions to a trio of chairs across from his desk, "Would the three of you like to take a seat, then? We obviously have much to discuss."

Sanos nods in respect and quietly seats himself

Grandimor nods politly and takes a seat.

Meregon assents to the suggestion and pulls a chair under him and sits quietly, trying to subside his breathing and reclaim his air. His eyes gentle bask at the demure look of the Lieutenant.

"Well," Analdin begins, folding his arms on his somewhat cluttered desk and leaning forward, "I suppose, then, that the all of you have heard somewhat about the Guard? At least, from speaking to Sanos and Meregon, I understand it was something of a wish..." trailing off, his gaze turns to Grandimor, "But what about you, Grandimor? Have you a specific reason you wish to join?"

Grandimor swallows rather loudly "Well sir, The main reason I want to join is to help Minas Tirith. But, I was going to ask later but I might as well ask now. Does the guard need a weapon smith? Because I am very interested in making weapons for the guard." Grandimor says rather quickly as if he is nervouse.

Sanos notices the tone in all the young men's voice and replies with a harder voice "Well Lt.Analdin. Tell me. Do you feel I am ready to take on this position. Some good words may help me out."

Meregon cackles to himself aside a little bit at the naiviety of the man, no longer sucking air he opens his mouth to speak but no sound comes out. Abashed he remains quiet, perhaps anxiously awaiting the interrogation of the Lieutenant.

Analdin nods slowly, "A smith, you say?" he asks, his eyes lighting somewhat as gazes into Grandimor's eyes, "Are you good enough with a hammer to work on your own, or are you yet an apprentice?" At Sanos's words, he raises an eyebrow, "Do I feel you are ready? Of that I can never be sure, Sanos... at least, not until I know you a bit better. Though if you feel prepared, it is your decision."

Sanos nods and bows his head "Sir...I feel I may be able to take the work and responsibilities of the Guard. My dreams are seasing and I feel I am ready. If you apose though I respect your wishes and advice."

Meregon swivels to face the Lieutenant now that the two men have been dealt with, he looks at the man seated before him, across the desk, breathing silently, his keen glance pasted on the uniform.

Grandimor's voice gets quieter as he says "Sir, I am still yet an apprentice, but I feel I am ready to start on my own."

Analdin nods again, "We have some smiths in the Guard, Grandimor, and if you really wish to do this, it could be taken care of." Having spoken so far with the two other men, Analdin turns his head to look over Meregon, "And what about you, Meregon? I suppose," he adds, leaning back, so as to easily see all three at once, "the question I should be asking all of you is: Would you be committed to the guard? I would not want to get you into something you are not exactly comfortable with yet."

Sanos looks up into Analdin's eyes "Sir...I feel I am ready and this will be my closest commitment know to me. The Guard was a childish legend so long ago but now it is in my grasp. Lt. I feel I would treat the Guard to the greatest of my abilities."

Meregon scrutinizes the Lieutenant, drinking in his details, searching in his eyes, then he speaks- " Lieutenant, by my father Ornor who was a Citadel Guard of this great city I can tell you that I am ready to accept my destiny. I cannot remember when my thirst for the glory of the Guard began, perchance I must have wanted to serve the Steward ever since I was conceived..." he declares proudly.

Grandimor replies to Analdin in a stern voive "Yes, I do feel that I really wish to be a weapon smith for the guard. ...That is if you'll have me."

Analdin nods slowly, looking from one to another of those seated before him, "Then I have a few questions I believe I must ask before I can do anything else." Searching through the mess on his desk, he takes a few moments before going on to pull out a sheet of parchment from the bottom of a stack of papers. Looking down at it once, he returns his gaze to the men in front of him, "By the way, have any of you experience with arms?"

Sanos nods slowly "Well...besides the play my family and I had with some wodden sticks and a few days ago with you Sir...no..not really."

Grandimor clears his throat "When I was a boy, my father and I would always fight with wooden weapons, but I never had any experiance in fighting with real weapons."

Meregon in an inclination of his head he utters- " By all accounts sire, I like every boy in Gondor went to the Yard when I turned ten and there was trained by my bummed uncle who had served Gondor in his own time and there I learned how to handle a pike, an axe, a sword, bow and arrow and smaller devices however if you mean to ask me if I know how to handle engines I must sadly say no, but in no way did I come to one so that I can learn its tricks."

Analdin raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a grin forming on his face, "Some diversity we have here, then." he says quietly, smile hovering at the corners of his mouth, "Wooden weapons are better than none, and more than one is quite enough." Glancing back down at the sheet of paper, he continues, "Any special skill, then, in something other than weaponry?"

Sanos looks deeply in thought and replies "Well...does honesty and loyalty count Sir...I will use that to my fullest."

Grandimor thinks for a moment "Sir, I have a skill for running long distances, but I can't think of to many others"

Meregon flushes his throat and sort of motioning to raise his hand he says- " Yes, I was trained to fight bare handed if need be, and defeat an armed man, furthermore I stand by my training to say that in winning a fight you do not necesarilly must kill your foe lest he be an evil orc of Mordor, then will be doing this world a dispensation." he says jesting.

With a nod, Analdin gives Sanos a smile, "Honesty and loyalty are hard to find in a good man, Sanos, though they must be proven." Looking to Grandimor and Meregon, he nods again, though his smile fades somewhat, "And running can be put to use, friend. Though, I must admit," turning his attention to Meregon, "You seem to have had a busy childhood." Shrugging, he asks in an inquiring tone, "Do you consider yourselves knowledgable about the Guard? It's duties, pay, privledges, and all that?"

Sanos looks around at the other men seated next to him and then turns back to Alandin "Well Sir...I know well of duties and requirements but not about the pay and privledges."

Meregon guffaws, " Busy childhood ?" he asks, " No busier than any other boy of this day my sir. I am three and thirty years of age and have in my long life plenty of time for mirth and time for work." he says aggreeing with himself and pleased by the jest response of the uniformed man.

Grandimor nods "I knew very little untill I met Sanos. He told me pretty much everything I know about the guard."

Analdin chuckles lightly at Meregon's comment, "Pay is standard," he begins, looking at each man in turn, "And not a large amount, to be honest. Considering we provide room and bored, along with clothing for off duty and a small amount for sending home or whatever you wish to do with it." With a quick nod, he adds, "And priveleges come from obeying your orders and everything involved with that. They are few at the starting ranks, but increase with rank." Looking up, his eyes hardening, "Any questions?"

Sanos shakes his head "Well everything sounds just as good as I thought. The Guard shall be my largest commitment ever." He replies with a sound of faith

Grandimor shakes his head "No sir, I have no questions"

Meregon eagerly clasps his hands and awaits, tensely for something seemingly this man has awaited a lifetime. " No questions here." he says, stressing it so to sound as if he will obey questions without question.

With a rather final nod, Analdin reaches down and pulls a well-preserved-looking, yet aged, sheet of parchment from a drawer in his desk. "Then, if you have no questions, have you any reservations?" Looking hard at each of the men, he adds, his face totally serious, "This is not something to be taken lightly."

Meregon clears his forehead of sweat, apparently you can all agree it is stuffy this time of year. " Not from me sir, I am awaiting this..." he says, partly to himself.

Grandimor shakes his head "I have no reasons why I shouldn't join, Sir."

Sanos straightens his face and replies in a forward crisp answer "No sir..I am compleatly up front and comfortable with everything offered."

Analdin lays the aged parchment before him on the table, looking up to each of the three in turn, "In that case," he begins, standing slowly from his seat, drawing his sword from its scabbard, setting it on the desk, horizontally facing the three men, "I would have each of you stand and raise your sword-arm in the air," he holds up his right arm in example, "And place your other arm on the blade of this sword."

Sanos raises his right arm high up in proudness and lays his other hand on the sword

Grandimor quickly stands from his chair and raises his right arm and gently touches the sword.

Meregon follows engrossed in the procedure, carefully and then looks up with a look of patient anticipation at the lieutenant's next instruction.

Analdin nods, eyes glittering in the bright morning light shining in through the window and casting its rays upon the sword, causing it to shine brightly, "Now repeat after me," His voice turns solemn, as does his face, "Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor and to the Lord and Steward of the realm. To speak and to be silent, to do and to let be.." he trails off, allowing them to catch up.

Grandimor begins to repeat everything that Analdin says.

Analdin nods, eyes glittering in the bright morning light shining in through the window and casting its rays upon the sword, causing it to shine brightly, "Now repeat after me," His voice turns solemn, as does his face, "Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor and to the Lord and Steward of the realm. To speak and to be silent, to do and to let be.." he trails off, allowing them to catch up.

Meregon joins the resounding oaths and continues- " Here, do I swear fealty and service to Gondor, and to the Lord and Steward oof the realm. To speak and to be silent, to do and to let be.. " his voice trails of,

Sanos slowly and proudly with all feeling and emotion repeats "Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor and to the Lord and Steward of the realm. To speak and to be silent, to do and to let be."

Analdin holds an at-attention posture as he continues to recite the oath, only glancing at the parchment every now and again, "To come and to go, in need or in pleanty, in time of peace or war, in living or dying..."

Sanos repeats again "To come and to go, in need or in pleanty, in time of peace or war, in living or dying."

<Editor's note: At this point, Sanos got disconnected, and didn't return for the rest of the role play.  We are simply assuming he stood, took his oath, then left.>

Grandimor quietly says "To come and to go, in need or in pleanty, in time of peace or war, in living or dying."

Meregon continues, " To come and to go, in need or in pleanty, in time of peace or war, in living or dying..." he says, his voice growing guttural and deep esspecially on the word dying which is hardly heard.

Analdin continues quietly, eyes roaming between the three men, watching each in turn, "From this hour henceforth until my lord release me or death take me or the world end. So say I, <your name>, son of <your father's name>, of <where you're from>."

Meregon with a steady voice finishes his oath, " From this hour henceforth, until my lord release me, or death take me, or the world end. So I say, Meregon son of Ornor, of Kelos."

Grandimor say's loudly From this hour henceforth until my lord release me or death take me or the world end. So say I, Grandimor, son of Bandumor, of Lake Town."

Analdin nods finally, bringing his hand back up to position, and placing the other on the hilt of his sword, "And this do I hear, Analdin, son of Analdin, Lieutenant of the Company of the Silver Ship of the Minas Tirith Guard, a servant and represenative of the Lord Steward, Denethor. We shall not forget it, nor fail to reward that which is given: fealty with love, valour with honour, oathbreaking with vengance." Finishing his part of the oath, he picks up his sword and slides it carefully into his scabbard.

Meregon bows hand over chest, " Thank you milord." he says respectfully, struggling with his throaty voice.

Grandimor bows respectfully.

Analdin feels behind himself for a moment, finally placing his hands on the arm of his chair. Pulling it underneath him, he sits quietly, "Welcome to the Guard, men. You will see your duties posted on the board in the barracks... go ahead and find a bunk in there while you're at it." A half-smile touches his face, and he nods quietly."

Meregon bows one last time before exiting. " Who shall we check in once done with that ? Ah, nevermind, perchance he will find us." he says on his way out.

Meregon walks through the open doorway and into the Officer's Quarters.

Grandimor bows and walks out...

Grandimor walks through the open doorway and into the Officer's Quarters.

Analdin nods in farewell to the men leaving, and turns back to his work.