OOC: OW!

He fell to the ground with a grunt and could only watch as Neracelc ran after her. He tried to get to his feet but felt weak from the bloodloss. He crawled over to his sword and used it for support. As he stood the sword buckeled under his weight and broke in two. He fell face first in the dirt. Coughing and spluttering he tried again, this time he managed to get to his feet with the help of a nearby tree. Thinren grunted and began walking after Neracelc.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

[!*#_:]

Neracelc looked around with caution because he didn`t see her, but smiled slightly and shrugged. He pulled a bottle of alcohol from his horses sattle bag pouring it on a tree after gathering few things to burn. He looked around sligtly.

"So... Adastrea... either you come out now! Or I`ll burn this little forest to the ground too like the last one before!"

Neracelc expected her to appear with his scimitar at hand ready to greet her.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

A movement was heard to his left. A bush rustled and a padding of bare feet was heard running away. She would not let herself be stuck in a fire. She ran quickly towards her companions, not wanting to get caught by Neracelc again. She wasn't sure what he planned on doing with her now. It probably decided which way brought him more pleasure. She kept on running, knowing he had a horse and she really had no chance.

(ahh i leave for one Day and you people....)

Deawen kept Bredol quite through the fight Deawen trully did not want to fight she knew this mans way of fighting it was down right brutal.
the man did not seem aware of Deawens presence. "arenel forward!" Deawen yelled "Bredol forward" in unision the two beasts charged forward Deawen drew her sword as Thinren fell. "this was the time for Deawen's best skill to show...

Deawen caught up with the man but this time she did not show her self no this time she hide in the brush she made sure the brush moved a little the man turned as he heard it Deawen moved to a new spot then she showed her self the man saw her but she "vanished" then appeared in a diffrent location she laughed alittle as she glided through the trees around the Man. Deawen the phantom started to show her goust like appearence made the illusion real...

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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

Neracelc let out a cold smile and drew a small pice of rope with stone`s attached to it`s head, he looked around for a while and threw it towards the figure. He began to ran quickly to his horse and jumped on it, he turned to look at the current situation until his eyes caight something more interesting.

Adastrea running away...

He raced his horse after her wth a cold smile.

"It`s time to end this..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

She could hear the horse behind her, this round was over, there was no way she could escape from him. He was right behind her. She kept on running even though he was pretty much beside her now, she had to accept that it was time for her to die, she just didn't want to.

OOC: heh here comes the best part playing a madman...

He chatched her up and hit her with the side of his blade only knocking her down, he jumped down quickly placing his sword on her throat after turning her around from the ground. He looked at her with cold satisfaction and began slightly cutting her skin, but not deadly and stopped all of the sudden.

"I have waited for this..."

He spoke with heavily breathing.

"And now I will cut your throat..."

He prepared...

"Or....not..."

He pulled the sword off her throat leaving her in the groubd unharmed and smiled as he jumped on his horse.

"This was fun... We should take it again sometime Adastrea... but for now.. goodbye... "

He rode away, but turned to look at her with a wicked smile on his face.

"I`ll see you around!"

He waved his hand and rode away with a smile on his face disappearing into the forest...

OOC: heh... didn`t see that one coming? or did you?

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

( )

Deawen was not hit with the stone she had moved already. Deawen raced to to her companoin the man was gone But Deawen did not let her gaurd down she kept her sword hand free just in case...

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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- lol, no I didn't....what are you planning is what I am wondering, lol)

Adastrea bit her lip as she felt the blade slit her skin on her neck. She closed her eyes so he did not see the fear that was in them. When he pulled the knife away she looked up in confusion watching him gallop away on his horse. The words 'I'll see you around' rang in her mind, causing her to shudder. She got up and went to find her companions. Was she free? Or was he jus satisfied that she was in his hands and let her free so he could chase her in Minas Tirith? She forced the thoughts from her mind as she caught up to Thinren and Deawen, "He let me go..." She said quickly. She was holding her neck, it hurt badly and was bleeding, but she was still alive. Pain was one thing that she could handle.

(ha ha i think i know what your planning!!! hah ah)

Deawen tore off her mask in anger she started to pace then she saw Adastrea's neck Deawen reached in her bag pulled out the ripped cloth and the flask. "hold still" she said then she puored the flask's contents the cloth was useless. " that should keep it clean"

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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

She winced a little as Deawen treated it. "Hannon le" She said quietly. she looked at her two companions, "I think we should get moving, in Minas Tirith I have a home with a couple other dresses there. I am sure this bloody, torn, and dirty dress will draw a little to much attention. I cannot stay in that house...i moved there to be closer to Balor. I can find another place to stay, I have some money there as well, unless he stole it all." She muttered.

Thinren held his broken sword in one hand and was breathing heavily.
"Well that's... odd."
He felt very weak, blood was still coming out of the wound. He dropped his sword and covered the wound with his hand.
"...ugh..."
He fell to the ground, losing conciousness (sp?).

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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A dark figure arrived at Minas Tirith during the night fall and entered after a moment of talking with the guard, he rode up and left his horse to the stables. Soon he pushed the door of a dark house open with a smile on his face, he looked around the place and sat down on a chair smiling. He looked around and nodded.

"It´s good to be back home...."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen rushed to her companion she opened the flask her hands worked deftly as she cleansed the wound "i have no more herbs to actually heal the wound only cleanse it.." she whispered but as she spoke a fire awoke from deep inside her it flowed through her body then out her hands healing the wounded Thinren. Deawen jumped up she stared at her hands in shock then she turned and climbed into a nearby tree in her shock.

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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- sorry...) Adastrea stayed with Thinren, wondering why Deawen went up in the tree. She was not really understanding what had happened, but said nothing.

(uh thinren is already healed Deawen healed him but she did not know she had the gift of healing!)

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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