Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170418205753/@comment-26295802-20170425004431

Somewhere in Arnor....

''Lord Adrahil III Alqua, Knight of Annúminas, looks up from his dinner. "Travian!" he shouts to his squire, Travian II, "What's the word?"''

"A messanger arrived from your father's realm in the south" replied the squire, "He brings ill news. I'm afriad your father has passed away, sir."

Adrahil sighs.

"Well, I won't pretend to be mourn, Travian. You and I both know that my father and I weren't that close. Send a mushy letter south with my regards to old Belegost, will you?"

"That's the thing, sir... there's been a rebellion, and your father was leading it."

"A rebellion? Against the King of Gondor? That doesn't sound like him at all... heh. Maybe I misjudged him. Well, what does this mean?"

"It means, sir, that there's an army of trained rebels waiting for your command to march on Minas Tirith. Sir, you've inherited a rebellion."

"... well then, Travian, let us not dally any longer. Ready my horse, and make the previsions. Tonight, we ride for Gondor, and the city of my father."