Prisoner

Hope? Fear? Anticipation?

Daisy wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. She had waited for so long to learn anything new about her past or identity that she had almost given up hope; and now, everything was happening so fast. First that crude woman “Susan” showed up yesterday, claiming that if Daisy met with her “friend” he had a “present” for her. The woman's refusal to offer any details was suspicious, but the opportunity to meet someone who apparently knew her from before she lost her memory was too intriguing to pass up.

((The following is a compilation of the RP done by the brilliant players of the characters involved in setting up Dazelia's epic encounter designed to progress her story. I did my best to use their words exactly as much as possible, only making what edits were necessary to facilitate the flow))

The sky was dark and cloudy, and Katrandil was making her way to Imladris alone, clad in nothing but some rags that made her look like a Dunlending. How she came to the possession of them, no-one knows. With nothing but the shards of a broken sword and a pouch of water, she was trying to find shelter in the night. 

Men started to appear from everywhere. Behind trees, behind rocks and coming down the slope! All with crude clubs and weapons but with enough men to fell a whole forest in a day! Two against two thousand it seemed!