MOrwen awoke in a cold sweat. Her dreams had been fire, ash, blood, death, darkness...She sat up, put back on her chainmail and sword belt. She did feel much better. She could feel a menace in the air, and so took out her hunting knife. It was a mate to her sword (Typical Rohirrim blade, guard the same size but in the image of the rising sun, grip like Eowyn's, pomel in the shape of crescent moon with a star inside), but the blade was tapered to a point (Picture here, if you are curious. It is similar but not exact: http://www.geocities.com/thresholdparty/item/goldag.jpg) The pommel was flat with the image of the sun stamped into it with the crescent moon acting as a very small guard. She strung on the sheath and grabbed one more dagger, this one to throw, and stuck it into her boot. She strung her bow and waxed the string, and tested all her arrows to make sure they were tight and straight. She would not be caught off-guard.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

morwen zaa picture did not work eh...

Adrod hovered over a map "and Morwen?" Adrod asked his officers "we have not been able to send any spies into the camp the keep moving and spliting." one reported "hmm doesn't matter we out number them...any allies?" "scouts have reported a force in blue the Storm they are or were on our side two elves for sure on her side Artinwe and Thoren.." "Artinwe? ah yes my sisters guardain he has always got in the way he will presuade her to join him against me..." Adrod sighed his blue eyes faded a bit "and of him?" one asked "what? he is a threat to Deawen he must be killed before she does something stupid.."Adrod chuckled "and Deawen?" "i don't know what to do with her she always is one step ahead of me she knows i will...wait where is Morwens Forces?" Adrod said Before any could answer he went on " a battle will keep her busy and Morwen will be forced back if Deawen uses the full 500 she can take Edoras within a day this might work but she won't fight needlesly she needs a reason if i could turn her or Artinwe against each other i could channel her anger...I want spies in that camp now find all the infomation on Artinwe and Sen!" Adrod barked the last bit and all the officers scrambled (which you do not yell in a Military school...)

((Okay who hate Adrod? ))

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Artinwe and Deawen rode forward towards the camp. Artinwe looked calm but Deawen's eyes seemed hollow not as bright. "you still think this is a good idea?" Deawen asked "if Adrod finds out he will have my head sister or not.."

Deawen pulled up her cloaks hood and an embroided dragon on the back was revealed. Artinwe dismounted once they were past the the first tents Deawen dismounted and the Dragon tears followed. the three strode towards Morwens tent Deawen looked ready to run Drad placed his hand on her shoulder "no m'lady" Deawen took a deep breath and walked along side Artinwe. Artinwe smiled Deawen smiled weakly back Artinwe went through first then Deawen followed by Drad. Deawen let the hood fall about her shoulders she looked around scanning for any threat nothing only Morwen. Deawen turned to look at Drad his face was grim but he seemed on the edge of smiling Deawen stood straighter her head levle she looked more regal now but she didn't feel it she felt like a prisoner brought in for a trail (it's too early for spelling..it's like 4:41 am)

(zar you go Morwen your cue..)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(OOC: I despise waiting...)

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

so do i.....HEY THE guy WITH a FLYING TURKEY! hurry up progress is slow and my plan is not working!)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(Sorry I tryed to poste earlyer but right when I clicked submit the forum messed up so here it is again.)

Thoren walked towareds the dark shadow that was Sen. he had a blow pipe the size of his middle most fingure tucked under his sleeve dart loaded. He trusted Sen but not to the point of being defensles. he walked up and bowed to him. his hand came across his waist and rested on the hilt of his dagger that was also conseled. He Spoke "Hello sorry for the rude introduction earlier but I was... It was unexpected. Any way I am Thoren allie of Rohain and I hope, friend of Morwen. And you must be Sen Starfire. Is this not true?" he stood up straitand waited for him to make his itroduction.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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*Sen smiled, and bowed slightly.*
Indeed. I am Sen Lucia Ironbrow Starfire of Athenar, Captain of the Storm, whom I believe aided you earlier. I am ally of all free peoples of Midlle Earth, and wish for their unity against the coming darkness. Yet there has been divison in Rohan, and that troubles me. Why did you request the meeting?

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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cuz he wants to tick Morwen off !)

MORWEN POST....SOMETHIN!

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Morwen had sat down to have some tea when the three officers barged (yes, I said barged) in. She stood up quickly, knocking over her camp table in the process. "Hwelc clipian beon se (What type of call is this)?!" She continued to blush and be angry outside, but collected herself inside, and sneakily put her hand on her dagger inside her cloak. "Hwa bregan ge her, freond? (What brings you here, friend?)?"

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(thats no way to greet your friend!)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Deawen stood ridged she glanced at Drad then Artinwe she wished she was back home she noticed Morwens hand slipping into her cloak Deawen sighed "oh for the gods sake Morwen do really think i would try to kill you now?" Deawen said. Deawen pushed her cloak back a bit so her hands were exposed Deawen wore no armor no sword olny one knife which was tied about her waist. "i may be an assassin but i believe in killing them in combat not when they are helpless..." Deawen said with venoem " i have come here to warn you..." Deawen sighed, Morwens attention seemed grasped Deawen continued " each day you get closer to me each day you get closer to the real threat...if you think killing or capturing me is a good idea i pity you Morwen for if you do Adrod will attack four times harder than you thought possible." Deawen took a breath the thought pained her. Drad spoke up his deep voice cleared away Deawen's doubts "if you keep tracking us to the border you are going to your doom to the very jaws of the dragon..." "i don't want to see my friend killed for her stupidity (he he could'nt resist) and ambition"(if thats the word im looking for...) Deawen's eyes seemed to grow less hollow as she spoke her eyes went a deeper blue and the medallion about her neck glowed so softly it was not noticible. the rain stopped Drad and Deawen both glanced behind them.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Thoren spoke " I called this meeting becouse I am confused. And becouse I believe you should know something I have forsawn bloodshed, but not that of a soldier or genral... That of a more royal if you will blood, I think you should know becouse this vision has become stronger, which means its geting closer, I would like to know who's it is. Also as I said I'm confused Why are you with the dragon tears... Why are you involved with this skirmish at all? It doesn't make sence at all."

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Hmmm.
*Sen said, thinking for a second.*
Well, I am not truly a part of this skirmish. Have I fought against either side? Has any Rohan blood been spilled on my part? No, friend; I am more of a third party, whose interest it is to see this petty squabble end, and find out what is truly behind it. For that reason, I will pay a visit to Medusel, and have a little chat with Grima. As for your vision, I will help you to find out what they mean, and who is the intended victim.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

"I would be glad if you could, normally I would do it myself, but I have a duty to Morwen. Thank you. Now I must leave. and report to morwen. He disapeared into darkness. Shortly after so did Sen. He came to the tent he saw the figure of two people, not their own he pulled out his blow pipe and made sure it was loaded and could be fired easly. he then put it back drew his knife and conseled it in his other sleeve. He was wearing his "thiefs" clothing so it was specially designed for this. He could be called an assasin but he prefured not to be called that for he only killed this way when there was a great enuff personal gain, not in the selfish sence though. he came in and saw it was Deawen. He was to late. he sat down in the door way unnoticed. he just sat and listened, he had gotten better at concealing his entrance he noticed.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

Deawen noted Throens entrance she ignored him but she kept an eye on him.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Freond, don ge myntan me dumb (Friend, do you think me dumb)? I am aware that none of this has been by your acquiescence. I remember Adrod. But just as you are following orders, I am as well. Had I no personal connection with this band, I would have sent their fumes into the heavens (burned them) days ago. This matter has been tricky, and has required all of my skills as a commander. All I need is for a crack in the dam, one flaw in Adrod's defenses to rid Rohan of his reprobate presence. Surely you, Artinwe, of all people would like that?" she said in a cheeky manner, turning sharply to face him before kneeling to pick up her table and the shards of the mug. "Oh, I made this mug..."

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign