(lol, I'm hurrying them there ^^ )

Arinae didn't stop that night. She continued at a trot to save her horse's energy. Constantly she had the feeling of being followed, and kept a close eye out for anything strange.

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~Cyclist in Training~

(Here ya go, I'll start something...)

Meanwhile, the village which had recently been attacked was in pure chaos, people scattered, children left clutching the bodies of their parents, and mothers weeping over their children. Many and most of the men had been slain, the first to perish in the midnight attack, while they yet slept, but the remaining men walked around the village with grim and sad, yet angered expressions, helping where they could, and sending messangers to deliver reports to Edoras. Healers were the first to arrive, trying desperately to save the wounded. Elonyn was among the wounded, her silvering gold hair covered in crimson, as she called weakly the name of Arinae, clutching in her hand the folded banner of the crest of Arinae's ancestors, whom Elonyn had not told her much about. Word was sent to Arinae, but Elonyn was left uncared for for sometime, the village being short of healers and others, more severely wounded, needed their attention. Elonyn would ever so often call upon passerbyers, asking for Arinae her voice growing weaker with every try..

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~Cyclist in Training~

In a small ally between two houses lay a young man.

Jax sat up from the ground, pulling out the arrow in his chest, one from his shoulder, and two from his leg.

Haphaserdly he stumbled out into the streets looking around at the total devistation. Something grabed at him from the inside. Was it feer, anger, gilt, what was it? He couldn't tell, his feelings so far gone from him.

As he walked down the street he herd a woman calling out a name. "Arinae!" the woman called out in pain, a banner clutched tightly.

Jax stumbled over to her. "Ma'am, is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.

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(forgot to ask. Just for clarification what egsactily is "power playing"?)

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Elonyn looked at the young man, pain in her still bright blue eyes, seemingly undimmed by age, "Please... tell Arinae... she must take her lead... tell her she must follow in her father's footsteps and take the banner of a leader... " the woman gasped out, clutching onto the young man's hand with her age worn slender one. "Give her this... tell her... Elonyn wishes her blessings of all that is good, and not to weep for my passing..." she held the banner out shakily, the cloth stained with blood, and when the young man had taken it, her hand dropped to her side as she let out a shuddering breath, her eyes closing. Elonyn breathed still, but barely, her strength worn by the effort.

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~Cyclist in Training~

(Oh, lol. Powerplaying is when you take over another person's character and say and act out things for them that they haven't done yet. What you did with the character Elonyn was acceptable, but controlling someone's reactions to things isn't, unless you get permission from the person who originally controls the character)

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Jax moved closer to the woman to see if she was alive.

"I have to hlep her." he whispered to himelf.

"I will find her, and tell her." he promised himself.

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Rhavaniel stood, watching all this "What a world has this become..." she muttered, catching the reins of her horse who trotted out of the tree's. Quickly she mounted, and tore off after Rhayader.

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Tindomerel jumped upon Lebethron and follwed the elf, who seemed to be following the ranger. She had been planning to follow the ranger anyways. Who was he?
She had never seen him before.

((Powerplaying can also be known as GodModding...))

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Arinae felt a jolt, as though something had constricted her breathing suddenly. She choked slightly on her breath, tears coming to her eyes as she sensed something wrong, perhaps a passing on of a soul. She urged Stardance into a swift galloping, matching a speed which only the finest steeds of Rohan could reach. Arinae was again gripped by fear of not reaching Elonyn in time. She glanced behind her as she galloped on. was that a movement among the trees?... she couldn't tell ...

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~Cyclist in Training~

(so power playing is basicly like dictating what happens and stuff?)

Jax stumbled through the city, trying to find somone who could tell him where Arinae was... but no one seemed responsive.

"A reasonable reaction with the past events he thought to himself."

Suddenly as he moved to the outer edge of the city he sat down to tend his wounds. If he was going to find this Arinae he would have to survive.

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A healer came over and asked if the young man needed help with tending his wounds. "I also heard you questioning a few people of someone by the name of Arinae?" the elderly woman kindly assisted the young man in cleaning and bandaging the wounds, and breifly explained she was from Edoras, and more healers had just arrived. She was used to the devestation of war, and it didn't affect her cheerfulness and chatter, since she prefered to keep the spirits up of the ones she would tend to at times.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Jax was reluctant in allowing the woman to help him. If it hadn't been for his need to find Arinae...

"Yes, I need to find her." Jax replied to the kind woman.

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The woman smiled kindly and put away her herbs and bandages. "You won't find her here, young man. She left a few years back to return to the elves who've raised her since the time she was still a child. Strange young woman she was, but all loved her dearly, and even looked to her for leadership at times." Suddenly, as the woman seemed to remember something, she stood and looked down at the young man. "Have you perhaps seen a woman by the name of Elonyn? She lived within this village, but I thought she perhaps went to another..." her usual relaxed expression seemed somewhat worried.

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Rhayader didn't stop through the night. He knew how dire the situation was in Rohan.
As he ran he heard a horse, in the distance. He ran forward and pulled his bow from his back and knotched an arrow.
He dogded through the trees and came to see the woman he saw the previous day ridding a horse, but slowly. She'd obviously taken the long way round, which was how he was able to catch her.
"Hey!"
He called to her as he ran.
"Wait!"

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Arinae stopped suddenly, pulling her galloping horse to a standstill. She looked for the sorce of the voice and spotted the man. In the fashion of her kind, she spurred her horse to a breezing speed, and was immediately upon the man, her sword unsheathed. She first made a sweep and sliced the arrow in half which he had nocked on his bow. Then she held her sword, point forward, towards the man. "What is it you want, and why do you follow me? I saw your shadow in the forest, but I was willing to let you go then, but why do you stop me? My business is urgent..."

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~Cyclist in Training~