(hurrah...Worm of Om is eaten by Giant Chiken of Despair...)
Rean smiled to her self...they were comeing

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Denhelm, watched the wary group from the bushes, his elven horse was silent on it's feet. Dernhelm knocked an arrow adn watched the group. The Nazgul were near.

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((Rean isn't really a Nazgul is she?))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(No Rean is a Moriquendi, one of the Dark Elves)

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((Maybe he means other Nazgul. Not good ))

Meleth let her gaze stray to the forest, looking in spite of herself for any sign of disturbance. You're being paranoid. Stop it.

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He watche silently...Meleth sensed something. He made a strange bird call from the direction in which the Nazgul were riding.

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Fearan slowed Rin and allowed Meleth to catch up. They still kept a fast pace, until a strange burdcall ecchoed from the trees. Fearan stopped short, turning his mare in that direction. The bird call didn't belong: not in these parts. Not only that, but it was Dernhelm's favorite call. "Be on the lookout. " He whispered to thte rest of the group. "Something is amiss"

Dernhelm hopped into a tree with elven agility. But a branch broke and he slipped. His knife fell out of it's sheath and stuck in the ground in front of Fearan.

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Fearan wheeled Rin away from the fallen blade, then dismounted quickly. He grabbed the blade, and upon inspection he knew if was Dernhelm's. Looking up, he saw Dernhelm. "Stalking us, now are you?" He asked

Rean scowled, sniffing the air. She knew that knell...Nazgul...why the hell were they here...this was her teritory and this was her job...Oh the great Nazgul..anything moves from minor to slight importance and they rush in to grab the glory....heeesh

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"Stalking...no, I'd say trailing. The knife shot through the air and landed in Dernhelm's hand as he sheathed it. But look to the south danger."

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(How did the knife fly through the air?)

(wooo magic, left from his possesion)

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(Ahhh. Okay. )
Fearan gasped as the knife shot from his hand. "Is not trailing synomonous with stalking?" He asked sharply. "You've used up your welcome. I suggest you leave before it gets bloody, and I'm talking about your own blood"

"well....that may be...but after i'm dead you shall be slaughtered." He shot an arrow into the brush and a terrible scream broke out. Nazgul "They are here"

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Meleth's horse reared up suddenly, eyes wild, and the elf leaned forward, whispering to her. Both sets of eyes darted nervously about now. "I wish...oh, it does not matter what I wish," said Meleth tightly, and carefully dismounted. "Dernhelm, if you are willing to help us I suppose I should ask for it now."

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