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Post subject: Posted: December 2nd, 2005, 12:50 pm |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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(What? I thought you'd want Drad with you, Deawen!)
_________________ 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: December 2nd, 2005, 12:51 pm |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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(BTW, Deawen, you can post from here. But you do know what I'm getting at, right?)
_________________ 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: December 3rd, 2005, 2:34 am |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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adrod was pouring himself wine as Deawen, Drad and Artinwe reappeared inside his tent. The initial shock caused him to slop wine down his offencively garish tunic. Then he became angry. With a roar, he lunged at Artinwe. Artinwe, familiar with this practice, calculatedly sidestepped him, grabbed his arm, and threw him to the ground. Adrod lunged again, this time at Deawen. At this Artinwe drew Ringil and stepped in front of her, point outward. "I challenge you, Adrod, to a duel to the death with the combat weapon of the duelist's choice. To legitimate my challenge, I offer evidence of your endangerment of a lady, to which Drad may act as witness; and the personal suffering you have caused me by the slaying of one of my companions. On these claims do I base my challenge. Do you accept?"
_________________ 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: December 3rd, 2005, 11:46 am |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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Deawen did not flinch nor move she hardly breathed Adrod looked fierce and demonic "A duel to the death!? i Accept!"
_________________ 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: December 3rd, 2005, 2:27 pm |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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(Bwa ha haaa... So it begins! Let the audience in, let my Opera begin!)
_________________ 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: December 3rd, 2005, 7:03 pm |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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turn my head with talk of summer time...
in sleep he sang to me in dreams he came. and do i dream again for now i find the Phantom of the opera is there inside my mind....)
_________________ 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: December 3rd, 2005, 8:04 pm |
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Joined: 07 July 2005 Posts: 1222 Location: Blue-Girl-in-a-Red-State, USA
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When she got upset or scared or restless, Morwen started to clean. There was very little for her to clean in a field tent, so she went at her armour. She polished her helmet, oiled her steel chainmail and leather/brass hauberk, her vambraces, and brushed her suade boots. When she had run our of armour, she went on to weapons, oiling and sharpening her sword, axe, spear, and arrows, and waxed her bowstring. SHe moved on to an old sword she was trying to restore. Finally, Aelfred came in and disrupted the abrasive cycle. "My lady, the men are a bit restless. They were wondering if they could go on a little hunt? For some hawking and whatnot." "Yes, yes, that would be fine. But please detain Eohric. I need to talk to him." "Right, my Lady."
_________________ Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign
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Post subject: Posted: December 4th, 2005, 12:46 am |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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(Suede, Morwen, suede.)
_________________ 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: December 4th, 2005, 12:50 am |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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"Good," Artinwe said. "I await your letter detailing terms. The messenger is to be unarmed. I do not want undue bloodshed." Artinwe turned to Deawen and asked her, "Milady, will you accompany me back to the camp of Captain Morwen; or will you remain here, in a sea of hostility?"
_________________ 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: December 4th, 2005, 10:50 am |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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AHHhhh big decision!  its like kit-kat or Reeses!
Deawen shifted "i will accompany you back to Morwen's Camp" Deawen said Deawen and Drad vanished  (mhahahahah) Deawen and Drad appeared in the center of the Phantom Camp that was joined with the blue and red. "My Brothers!" Deawen started she drew alls attention " i relize it is late! but i ask you a favor!" Phantoms and others gathered around her silently "i ask you to Move the camp farther to the north!" Deawen asked phantoms nodded and left but the reds and blue lagged behind not sure if this was and order Drad yelled out something to them and they all scurried away Deawen stood still watching Deawen sent out a message to all that wanted to follow "we are leaving Adrod all that wish to be with me and the phantoms join us or face us in battle..." over half of Ardods forces followed along with Deawen's 1000.
_________________ 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: December 4th, 2005, 5:19 pm |
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Joined: 07 July 2005 Posts: 1222 Location: Blue-Girl-in-a-Red-State, USA
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(Reeses, def.)
Morwen decided to go hunting with the men, but in disguise. She put on her chainmail, helmet, and an old cloak, armed only with her bow. She would rather not be recognized. The hunting party went off to a low-lying area where some reeds grew. Some of the youthful soldiers went into the brush and scared out anything hiding. Morwen was further back on her horse, but still was able to get a fat rabbit. She quickly scooped it up and went to go cook it. (Yay! More to do!)
_________________ Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign
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Post subject: Posted: December 4th, 2005, 11:41 pm |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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(You kidding? Kit-Kat's crunchier than orcs [shout-out to my Mom]!)
_________________ 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: December 4th, 2005, 11:42 pm |
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Joined: 18 August 2005 Posts: 419 Location: there, inside your mind
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(Deawen, you're playing Adrod; so I need the letter detailing terms someday.)
_________________ 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: December 5th, 2005, 6:00 am |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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hey you will get it eventually hold ON!you will get it by dawn which is only a few hours away........)
_________________ 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: December 5th, 2005, 2:21 pm |
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Joined: 13 August 2005 Posts: 923 Location: South Africa, the bottom end of nowhere important...
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*Sen finally arrived at the gates of Medusel. A guard shouted down to him, and Sen gave the appropriate reply.*
I am here to see the king, sent by Gandalf the Grey.
*The gates swung open, and Sen galloped up to the keep. He dismounted at the bottom of the stairs, and walked quickly to the top. Another guard stopped him, and asked for his weapons. Sen promptly gave them to him; he had little time. Sen walked inside, and was greeted by a grimy little man with black hair...*
_________________ "True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire
(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost!  )
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Post subject: Posted: December 5th, 2005, 6:33 pm |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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(hmm grima?)
Ardod was in a fury he grabbed a quill and ink and wrote terms he stayed at it for two hours.
eventually when this was complete he had the arrow shot soon after.
I will post the terms in good time
_________________ 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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