(Mind if I join with one of my characters? i don't think I know any here... except for Morwen, but I rp on tag and am new here)

Name: Eleshna
Also named : Shadow Dancer
Race: Elf
Age: Not sure...
Gender : female
Appearance: Tall, slim yet strong, long chestnut hair pulled up in a ponytail. Often wears elven hunting garb, mostly forest colors. Has striking green eyes, intelligent and bright.
Personality: Usually silent and careful, rare to speak of her past, but kind and caring. Despite the silent and calm way about her, Eleshna can be fierce in battle.
Other: Is known as a keeper of shadow spirits and can blend with the forest and remain unseen whenever situations require.

(Still have to make a history for her...)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(Oh, Deawen, I mad a decision:

Morwen stopped her trot and "infiltrated" the ranks of black clad soldiers. She felt out of place in her green leather-covered breast plate and gold-tinted chainmail over a green woolen dress. Her helmet hung from her saddlebag, the black horsehair crest blowing a bit in the wind, and her sword lay concieled under it. All she had was her hunting bow and a quiver attached to her stirrup. Her shield hung from the other stirrup, over her leg. In simpler terms, she stuck out like a sore thumb. "Hwa habban ic begeitan me on (What have I gotten myself into)?"

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

donno Morwen but Morwen on most of our adventures you have always look diffrent from Brad and I...so play you are just like your character!)

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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

Guess vhat? I'm joining (big surprise)! I might not be well-known, but I know most of you... so, if you want my bio, you'll have to look it up on "Dungeons of Gondor" and "A friend of shadow". The one on "A Friend of Shadow" is more complete.

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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....

(how cool)

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(Jax, is your lst name intentionally the feminine nominative of the Latin for "new", because you're new. If you actually understood that, I'm amazed and I applaud you. You know, "applaud is also a Latin derivative... *stab* AAAAIIEEEEEE! *gory, graphic sounds* *rip,slash, slash, tear* *silence*)

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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....

(Yippeee! I'm a Dunadan!)

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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....

( I wish I could say that I had the intelagents to learn Latin but unfortunately I do not. Just something I thought up )

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Cabrador Artinwe *bows soflty* My Darling Artinwe!


Deawen's horse Bredol Pranced a bit as he troted forward.

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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

(Am I in?... just checking if it's ok before I butt in... lol)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

( I would think that it would be ok if you joined, but I am not realy the one to say. But all the others were accepted and allso...)

Jaden continued on with the group as they continued to gain new members he studied them intently wishing to know how they would act in battle.

Once he knew that he would know how to acomidate them in battle if ever needed.

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(Im sure Morwen would love new people so JOIN JOIN JOIN AND POST! and don't worry Jax you will be able to see what the DT can do oh it's fun!)

a Scout reported orcs not far from here Deawen smiled softly "okay then Drad take the red down the right flank Eston the blue left flank i'll take the center remember you two none alive got it?" the captians saluted and charged off with 100 each a blue banner and a red banner fluttering after them.
"jaden You will be with the phantoms for now they are my best fighters...Midar!" Deawen said a another captian rode up "yes Lady?" "i want you to take charge of Jaden here show him the ropes.." Deawen commanded.

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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

( what's the DT? sworry If I should know that )

As the red and blue banners left the area Jaden listened to Deawen as she instructed him to go with the phantoms.

Then, at Deawen's command Midar came to assist Jaden.

"I will be greatly honored to learn all you have to teach me." Jaden greeted Midar.

As the other groups road off to battle and the phantoms prepaired to do so themselves Jaden looked over all his equipment and and then readied himself for battle.

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okay the DT are the Dragon Tears my group that im so proud of )

Midar smiled at Jadens words "stick with me and you will learn all there is to know. i was taught by Deawen herself to fight like them it's easy she's not a tyrant like her brother she uses good judgment and skill she loves the Dragon tears too much to have them disband."

Deawen kicked Bredol into a full gallop and the phantoms did the same fanning out into a a single line they split in two and formed an arrow head the blue and red formed a diagnole lines on either side
like this \^/ the orcs ahead braced them selves for impact the phantoms fired a volley of arrows ahead of them then the blue and red units hit. the phantoms had pulled back after the first hit. the phantoms rode forward the orcs scattered in fear three hundred against 200 it was perfect the Dragon tears as one pulled back and formed ranks they had killed over 150 orcs Deawen signaled and they moved in again killing the last.
it was a victory they had only lost five men and seven horses. they built a prye and they burned thier dead in honor they left the orcs were they fell Deawen rode next to Morwen "i know what you are going to say about burning our dead but im not rohhirrim any more.." Deawen smiled
they made a camp four miles north of the battle site.

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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

During the fight Jaden stayed close to Midar, but gave himself enough room to work eficiently.

He was not used to the particular styls of fighting that the men with him used but he could take on an oarck any day.

After the fighting Jaden went back with the others and made himself a camp where he could stay.

He then let Syndar loos to graze while he rested and treeted the two wounds he had got during battle.

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midar fought with fluid motions using a curved blade he sliced through orcs left and right no orc even came close to him. after the battle Midar sat next to Jaden "see you have wounds eh?" he chuckled "do you feel up to some training now?" he asked.

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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