[piosenniel]

The game owner will play two characters.

NAME Queen Beruthiel

AGE 65- beginning to age

RACE Men (Gondor)

GENDER Female

WEAPONS Small decorative dagger, carried for protection, but she’s never used it.

LOOKS The Queen is tall, and was once beautiful, but her face is wrinkled now and she wears a sour expression. She is thin and has long black hair streaked with grey and large grey eyes. She has long fingernails. She always is dressed as befits a Queen of Gondor, but she never wears any colors but black and silver. Around her neck is a necklace with a silver pendant carved like the eye of a cat.

CHARACTER Beruthiel is clever, but she’s bitter and angry, and she’s turned her cleverness to destructive uses. She’s out for revenge. When she was first married she loved Tarannon desperately, but felt that he was cold and disinterested in her, slighting her for the duties of the kingdom. Now her love has become hate, and all she wants is to see him embarrassed and unfulfilled. Her treachery is just a blind reaction to her hurt, she isn’t evil at heart. She is imperious and dominating, tries to control everyone else. She is also a snob who genuinely believes she is better than everyone else. She has a strong mother instinct that never had a chance to be fulfilled and she loves and coddles her cats like they were her children.

HISTORY Beruthiel is the only child of nobles of Numenorean descent from a city in Near Harad. She grew up there as a pampered girly child, famed for her beauty. She was spoiled and everyone loved and made much of her. She was courted and wed by Tarannon, then the Crown Prince of Gondor, at a very early age. She truly loved him, but when it became obvious that she couldn’t bear children they were both crushed. Tarannon paid less and less attention to her (something she was unaccustomed to, to put it mildly), and Beruthiel buried her despair in nurturing other things. She worked the gardens of the King’s House at Osgiliath herself until Tarannon said it was unseemly and put a stop to it, after which she began “collecting” stray cats. Growing older, Beruthiel set out for revenge. Through her cats she has made contact with one of the Haradrim, her people, and her husband’s enemies. Expecting that her information would lead to Tarannon’s public embarrassment, she begins selling information on Gondor’s strength and defenses.


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NAME: Miaama

AGE: 14

RACE: Cat

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Teeth and Claws

LOOKS: Miaama is long and sleek, about average cat-size. She has short white fur, uniform all over her body, and wide blue eyes. She is double pawed.

CHARACTER: Miaama knows human speech and speaks it after her own fashion. She is very intelligent, and utterly loyal to Beruthiel. She is subservient to Beruthiel, hates Tarannon, and is the unofficial leader of Beruthiel’s other cats. She has good people (cat?) skills and is a good negotiator. She is ruthless when opposed, and is very sneaky.

HISTORY: Beruthiel found Miaama as a kitten in the street and took her in. She learned the speech of Men from the Queen, and became her spy. Miaama is the name she chose for herself. When Beruthiel began contacting the Haradrim, Miaama was very hesitant about it, but her loyalty to her Mistress won out.

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Sophia’s post

Miaama swished her tail forcefully as she came around the corner. Her blue eyes were sparkling with anticipation as she approached the Queen’s chambers. Two Aides came down the hall toward her, boots clicking on the polished stone floor. They were garbed in the Livery of the Tower, Tarannon’s men. Miaama hissed at them as they went by. One of the men stumbled back in shock. The other shrugged. “It’s just one of the Queen’s beasts.” He said, with obvious disgust. “Shoo!” he waved a hand toward Miaama as though she were under his command. She sniffed in disdain and held her ground, licking one white paw delicately. The men exchanged irritated looks and continued down the hall. Only when they were gone did Miaama rise and continue, slipping through the door to Beruthiel’s sitting room.

The Queen was seated there, six of the other cats writhing around her ankles, all trying to be the closest. Miaama leapt lightly over them, coming to rest in Beruthiel’s lap. Miaama rested her paws on the Queen’s shoulders and brought her pink nose close to Beruthiel’s cheek. “Miaama, pet…” The Queen crooned in her ear. Beruthiel had been busy that day. She had sent out three of her feline messengers to spy out the garrisons of Minas Tirith. They were expected back late in the evening. Just in time. “Miaama,” she whispered confidentially into the ear of the white cat on her lap. “Tonight you must go. He will be waiting at the usual place.” The cat on her lap squirmed with obvious discomfort. “Miaama, love, you agreed…” She pleaded.

The white cat’s mouth opened, and she spoke. It was a sound that never became less strange, even after hearing it many times. “Yes Mistress,” Miaama said, “But take care. The King suspects that he has been betrayed.” Miaama felt a jolt, as the Queen stiffened in disgust.

“Yes, Tarannon.” She spat out the word, “The betrayer is now himself betrayed.” Beruthiel rose from her seat and walked to the window, Miaama cradled in her arms and the other cats following, like black shadows drifting around her feet. Staring blankly out over the city she stroked the cat rhythmically. “Soon we will see him squirm love, soon…” she said. Miaama purred with delight at this thought.