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Post subject: Posted: November 19th, 2005, 7:54 pm |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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(Deawen, can i powerplay Adrod prettypretty please with sugar and a cherry and lots of calories and fudge on top?)
_________________ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....
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Post subject: Posted: November 19th, 2005, 9:20 pm |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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aww how sweet thats why i love you but OMG! Calories! NOOOO
depends? what do you have planed?))
Deawen ran to artinwe "i don't whats going on!" she cried she was exausted still and there was too much action for her.
_________________ 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
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Post subject: Posted: November 19th, 2005, 9:35 pm |
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Joined: 07 July 2005 Posts: 1222 Location: Blue-Girl-in-a-Red-State, USA
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"Calm yourself, mic freond!" (Ha, sounds like a micky-d's food!) said Morwen, attempting to block the knife with her studded vambrace.
_________________ Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign
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Post subject: Posted: November 19th, 2005, 9:59 pm |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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Deawen dropped the knife and collasped to the floor "i can't take this any longer!" she whispered she rested her head on the frame of the cot she tried to keep her eyes open her medalion flash with a fire deawen shut her eyes and was asleep.
(sorry guys but really i would fall alseep if i hadn't slept in two days with no food and hardly rest and being on guard all the time i would be very cranky)
_________________ 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
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Post subject: Posted: November 19th, 2005, 10:18 pm |
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Joined: 13 August 2005 Posts: 923 Location: South Africa, the bottom end of nowhere important...
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Then at least postpone it; give me one day, starting at midnight tonight. I will pay a visit to Grima.
_________________ "True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire
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Post subject: Posted: November 20th, 2005, 12:40 am |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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(Deawen, I was planning on Adrod performing an unspeakably evil act, making my challenge not only chivalric; but also a grudge match [If you want details, call me]. And what the BH is wrong with calories?)
_________________ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....
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Post subject: Posted: November 20th, 2005, 12:46 am |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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Artinwe realised that deawen had been slipping in and out of sleep all night, and seemed incresingly weak. He built a fire, and Morwen made Deawen a stew (Sorry, Mor, couldn't resist) for when she awoke. Artinwe had a nip of it, and he decided that it was probably better than anything Eowyn might have made. They waited for Deawen to awake.
_________________ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....
Last edited by Artinwe Narmacil on November 20th, 2005, 9:51 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Post subject: Posted: November 20th, 2005, 10:38 am |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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 (ha ha ha Artinwe called you Mor! AHHHH( ducks as pillows come flying at her then you here YOu SUCK! you suck!)
(kill the flying DUCK! Well Artinwe Thanksgiving is near ADord needs and Duck DInner!)
Deawen strugled to wake she was so spent she just gave in falling deep er into a sleep.Deawen drifted through dreams not remembering only seeing then Deawen stumbled into her minds eye watching her suroundings Artinwe, Thoren,ANd Morwen Deawen watched no one spoke no one moved much she was safe at the moment Artinwe would not allow any harm to come to her. "Artinwe..." she spoke telepathicly
_________________ 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
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Post subject: Posted: November 20th, 2005, 3:44 pm |
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Joined: 07 July 2005 Posts: 1222 Location: Blue-Girl-in-a-Red-State, USA
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(Wrong post, Artinwe. We already discussed this! Scratch out all groanings.)
Morwen took some of the stew herself and went back to her tent. She sat on the leather weave of the cot and sipped it from the pewter mug she kept in case of emergencies (i.e., in the case she broke her pottery one. Why she insists on pottery, i cannot fathom.) She smelled something burning. With a soft hiss, she kicked one of the pans off of the fire.
"So much for any pudding tonight." She stomped out of the tent with the pan and flicked it out. "Ouch! That's rather hot!" Aelfred emerged from the shadows with blackened dough all over him. "Sorry about that. Report, sir," said Morwen quickly. "Well, ma'am, the wounded all are accounted for, as are the dead. We await any orders of fortification." MOrwen thought for a few moments. (Blazing Saddles, anyone? JK, JK.) "Perhaps more stakes in trenches around the perimeter. (OOC:ROME!) Also, every soldier needs his tent to be placed over a three foot deep hole, just for the sake of avoiding arrows." "Yes, m'lady." Aelfred went away, and Morwen took the pot back in with her. "All finer arts are lost in this place," she muttered, throwing it in a corner of the tent. She took her one book out of one of the bags and sat. It was quite a luxury to be able to read one of the books from Minas Tirith. She was trying desperately to compile more history of her country. This current book was quite valuable for the task.
_________________ Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign
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Post subject: Posted: November 20th, 2005, 5:11 pm |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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i can't post much till artinwe or something happens
_________________ 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
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Post subject: Posted: November 20th, 2005, 9:55 pm |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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(I'm sorry, Morwen, I get the two mixed up all the time.  Just last night I was trying to sort out which was which. I edited the stuff out.
Deawen, you can just wake up.)
_________________ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....
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Post subject: Posted: November 20th, 2005, 10:19 pm |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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Deawen opened her eyes she was still weak but she looked around Morwen was gone and thoren just artinwe. "im still here.." she groaned attempting to sit up Artinwe helped her up "how are you feeling?" "drained."
_________________ 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
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Post subject: Posted: November 20th, 2005, 10:38 pm |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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"Here, have some stew. Morwen is actually quite a good cook," Artinwe coaxed. Deawen sat up and accepted a bowl of stew. She sipped at it tentatively, then her eyes became wide and then guzzled the rest down (imagine Gimli's first taste of lembas). She emptied the rest of the cauldron single-handedly. "Good morning," Artinwe said, attempting a smile, but even the sight of dawn could not dispell his welling hatred for her brother. "I advise that you not go back to your camp. Your brother will be wrathful enough to kill you. Slowly." He halted his speech at a harsh, pleading cry from a bird dripping a trail of blood behind in its flight. Wilyalinte fell to the earth at Artinwe's feet, an arrow protruding from her side. Artinwe took the letter bound around the arrow, his hand shaking with rage. Deawen looked on fearfully as Artinwe's face grew from brooding wrath to white-hot fury. He handed the letter to Deawen. She read it quickly:
"Next time, my dear Elf, send a creature of intelligence to spy on our person.
It is too bad that I'm not going straight for a kill. Otherwise, I could have had a kingly meal of roast falcon tonight.
With respect,
Adrod, Lord of the Dragon Tears in Middle-earth"
_________________ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....
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Post subject: Posted: November 21st, 2005, 6:53 am |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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Dude Artinwe... Adrods signature is not Adrod lord of the Dragon Tears of middle earth....it would be Adrod simpliy Adrod.
Deawen read the letter she dropped the letter after finnishing. she back into a corner "im sorry..I.." Deawen studdered as she reached the corner she dropped down and stayed there. she knew it was one of her archers because of the aim it was perfect right under the wing to hurt the bird as it flew but as soon as it landed it would kill it.
she was tired still but this sudden fear gave her life a new fire that burned more deeply.  (LOOK OUT SHES GONNA BLOW!  (too late)
_________________ 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
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Post subject: Posted: November 21st, 2005, 4:59 pm |
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Joined: 16 September 2005 Posts: 207
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(Daewen for one thing I never grabed you and another I was actually trying to go somewhere with this, but it was runed so never mind, I'm just tired of sitting around and doing nothing, and when I try to do something it is always thrown completely around and my charecter gets no where  and Artinwe I was shuned from the elven comunity becouse of my blood, and the past of my family, I survived from stealing did any one read my profile?)
Thoren sat in a tree the camp far off he was planning to leave for a little while and follow Sen, he really had no allegence to rohan, Morwen was a friend and he had thought she neede his help, now he wasn't so sure. He pulled up his hood and waited for sen to come out, he was going to find the answers him self. He sent a message to morwen by Nightwing and told her to look after her, and only send her for him if it was greatly needed. he then headed off.
Nightwing flew over morwen's camp and saw through the more maginifed part of her vision, Morwen she swooped down and landed a few feet away and droped a piece of parchment on the ground and waited.
(Morwen let me go please and don't kill Nightwing. I need sometime for things to kind of go my way in the story or I will greatly loose intrest in this post... Sorry.)
_________________ Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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Post subject: Posted: November 21st, 2005, 7:35 pm |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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 oh i read it i read it!
hey Infreno do you want to attack Adrods camp?
_________________ 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
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