Correction Artinwe, I'm going to kill you... Wait.... I guess I already did... I actually had a plan with this and you kind of ruined it so I'll have to talk to deawen before I do anything...

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Mwhahahaha time for me evil plan!

the elite force stod thier ground the dragon brought little fear some would say it was because they believed in the dragon. the diffrent banners waved and billowed in the breeze and they knew it was time, their time. the day of the phantoms was over but they wanted to go down with a passion that would be remembered for a thousand years Like Achilles he wanted to be remembered and so did they to be known as one of the greatest forces ever known they had lost few battles and no wars.
this was not the first time Gondor had seen this army of phantoms and nor would they forget them. 8)

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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

Artinwe......argoth tin delatar! Tod und Daeve!

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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

the dragon swooped down insinerarting five dragon tears, crushing more under his claws arrows were fired at his weak point he twisted around so the arrows hit his back harmlessly. His soilders charged. then the king flew up and blew fire at the mmon... the signal. all the soilders ducted and brout up large shields straped to their back and drew twin blades. Then came a volley of flaming arrows, some straing from their path but bouncing harmlessly on the soldiers shields. The arrows started to widdle down the forces still alive though not at a "productive" rate. the large boulders that were shoot forth from the catauplts inside gondors walls long with the archers were replaced with large jars of tar. That when broken would cover a large radius. Then when hit by the fire arrows it would ignite into a glorious flame. There were some of the kings soldiers that didn't notice the signal, and were hit and egnited. They to played their porpose by runing into the dragon tears ranks trying to get to the river. ingniting tar as some went by. Others dragon tears that got to close to the deing soldiers. The dragon flew back to the castle to get armor and better suited weapons. he was going to win this fight if he had to sacrafice every man in his possesion.

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(o.o Ooooh! May I use the tar idea in another rp?.... lol)

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~Cyclist in Training~

(tar huh? I suppose anyone that gets stuck and can't come back to the camp is "tar"dy? *sniggers* (lol that was bad)

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bring on the battle WOOT

one drum beat the a second and the phantoms and dragon tears split , a horn call and the the dragon tears swamped the kings men a low horn note and the army came together in a perfect linement spears outward swords tucked in. in the northeren part fire had broken out they could not use that way but there was no need. the kings men were using fire and tar just as planned night fell and it was the phantoms glory now a series of fire arrows were fired. the kings men made a shield but was it all around? over four hundred phantoms dressed in the "amaras de lumnit" (ghosts of the past) charged through and around and taken them from behind then they pulled back and hid in the shadows and then nigth arrows fell from the sky then came the dragontears wonder flaming jars of oil and animal fat (yes we are a bit barbaric) into the ranks of the kings men. no DT or Phan. was caught within the range of this unperdictable fire then all at once four hundred Dt charged through wipeing out anythat stood in thier way. then they pulled back and all rejoined the main host. becuase the king was a ruthless murderer his population could not possibly withstand such a force that lay at the gate but they knew because the king had a dragon and a mighty fortress they would last longer. never bbefore had Phan. of Dt ever besieged a fortress this a new warfare.

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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

(*sits back and twiddles thumbs* oh hum...*glances at Silm* are you as bored as I am?)

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(*nods to Eomira* Yes indeed o.o *tortures a mouse and extrudes animal fat from it and gives the fat to Deawen* o.o Weee! I did something for the battle!.... I gave.... one... tablespoon... of fat.... o.o)

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~Cyclist in Training~

( alright...animal fat...sure... )

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(sorry guys, let me and deawen finsh our battle or get atleast a feww days into it. then we will go back to the main story. so you guys to not exclude could give suggestions of battle plans.)

THe king saw that the outside battle was lost. he roured and the gates opened up for the dragontears and phantoms. inside the gate lay his secound most powerfull armie and as they advance each floor to the top they would fight his more powerful and loyal men and wemen. he flew over the gate and shot forth a flame so his men could see the armie that was now powering into the iner court yard. the men lay hidden whearing armour desined for night battles. with black twin blades and heavy blades. the archers sat in the top of the biuldings with great bows. They were now playing on his home turf. The dragon was dressed in light armour that would protect his one weak point. his claws had poison tips straped to them, so that if any one was lucky enough to escape his grasp they would still dye in a few hours. the fire arrows still fell onto the advancing army. but no tar... yet. both sides had faced heavy loses. the army came in killing off the bait that was meant to weaken down the army. the dragon landed on the ramp that led to the next level. so he could watch the fun and giving suport when and where was needed. they we're half way up to the next level the true enemys attacked by sourding the enemy and quickly slew the weaker of the dragon tears. then disapearing just when the arrows began to fall. then came fire arrows into the mix. from the suprise it took a short while for the dragon tears to reorganize them selves. but the enemy disapeared by that time. though arrows still fell. a hawk took flight in the silent night. then whent a messenger owl. the hawk belong to the rebels. the owl was the king asking for back up that would be the final crushing of the oposing intruders.

Your move, in our fun game of chess or battle ship... lets go with battle ship. A1? did I sink your battle ship our just your tug boat.

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Thoren don't start god modding onme you know i won't go in so give it up im not going side your gates

the phantoms held their positions near the river a scout regiment went inside the gate and set off a red firework it was a trap the phantoms were first on watch.
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Midira watched in horror as her father died she fliped out a hidden knife and cut her bonds she ran to her fathers side, tears streaking her face. she did not speak but in her mind she was despartaly trying to communicate with him dead or alive. she buried her face into her fathers chest and wept.

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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

( I'm sorry deawen but it sounded like you were storming my gate. for lack of a better phrase. so we will look over my last post. by the way you still didn't tell me if I hit your battle ship or tug baot in our little game of battleship....)

A slim bade rested on the back of Midra's neck(Sorry deawen but I actually have an idea that will come together. I would like you to be a spy for when we rescue you, if you don't like it then just kill the men in complete blind furry) The owner of the blade was a knight he on his armor was the insigma of a blue dragon he was under the command of the lowest genral in the kings army. he smiled "what do we have here." around him the nights that coudn't handle it broke down weeping. the ones that could stood beside the knight that had the blade to deawens neck. one man pressed his head bowling for his now lost brother. "you'll be coming with me." They had come insaerch of the infultration group that was sent to retrieve one of the rebles. they instead found death coused by one man.

(I'm sorry if I did god playing. I apsolutly hate it when people do it so please tell me if I am and I'll try fixing it as best as humanly possible. thank you)

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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tony.... dragons mine how the heck am i gonna tell which is my men and the kings eh?
and tug Boat....Forgoil)

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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

For one thing doesn't yours have a moon where mine is just a dragon that is not in flight. but standing its ground. besides I can't help it if I apsolutley love dragons.

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ooohh. Also I would like to move on soon so that this post doesn't lose our intrest. So deawen you make your move then Depending on how you responed. I will make the "plan post" the first move of the rebels.....

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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