(Alright, Eomira sounds good... but I've got a prob with my character now... this is the end of the times, and her name should now be Dhodrimme... and also, I am doubtful that this RP is going anywhere very soon, but oh well, I'll stick with it until it dies... but my name shall now be Dhodrimme... thank you ^^)

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

( the rp will probably pick up as soon as the war me and daewen are in ends, this battle is unexpected. And thank you for your devotion)

The king now stood at the ram parts, looking down at the ground, ladden with ash, and other netroseties. Be hind the gate were men in armor with raggs draped tightly about there nose and mouth. they were to follow the king, till the frist sighn of enemies showed them selves. The king went back to his chamber and mounted his dragon. they flew off the gates opened and men poured out as the dragon flew close to the ground kicking up the ash into the air down wind.this hid their movements as they advanced toward the enemy camp, it was now dawn.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(*salutes* alright then...not sure exactly how we'll get around that, but we won't worry about that Dhod. I'll post a little later)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Midira watched all movments on the field till her game of chest was upstructed. she tried to see how her mother would see it ...first off Deawen would see it as a game with a friend "know your opponet" was her way of saying don't go into battle blindly. Midira finally saw what she was looking for the ash kept both sides from seeing each other Midira quickly ordered everyone out from the area further north so not to get traped by the sea. the oposing army will meet an empty ground and if they use the dragon to see them so be it a cat and mouse game.

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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 army sat in wait for the attack, they were going to sandwhich them, but first create some chaos, he ordered the archers to ready the fire arrows, then had everyone put on clothes in case some sray ass came in their direction. he had positioned the archers in the random order, this will make it harder to dicern their true location all the time blindly backing up into the traps, that very night had laid. which consited of pit falls, hiden spiked fences, that when ordered would be raised. This was going to be the final blow.

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

They met no retaliation in the ash, so they were retreating this would work just as well. The other army was waiting for them, the men moved into lines, and readied the sharpshooters, they were soon going to run out of ash. every one drew swords and prepared for the true battle.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

(alright then...this will be short)<br>
Eomira was hesitant to stop for the night. Every minute spent resting was another minute that the Rohhirrim had to slave away like dogs. But, the horses were giving out, so reluctantly she stopped and set up a small camp in the woods.

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Dhodrimme was silent as they set camp, her thoughts upon the happenings so far, and the coming days that would come to greet them.

She murmured quietly as she turned her gaze towards Eomira. "Do you see hope to get through all this, my friend? Do you honestly see it...?"

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

Midira Dressed in the Armor of Galendrad, her helm bore a dragon it wings the cheek guard,it's neck was the nose guard. She rode on a Black Horse giving orders as she rode. " split the red into five parts the blue divide into four poarts and the main two" she wanted clotrips at the ready and the and the colored smoke as well when the given was ordered the smoke woudl be relesed fogging over the plain once more. Midira ordered five riders to ride out towards the advasary.

the riders rode out in the cover of the smoke swords at the ready they went in for a strike each rider took out five soldiers before vanishing into the smoke then they woudl return and redouble and repet each time using a phantom trick it was a slow process but it created fear it made the opponet group together then the riders stopped comming and waited for the second wave.

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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

Eomira dismounted and started setting up camp. She glanced at Dhodrimme her eyes sad and murmured, <br>
"If one could see it then I must be blind."

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Dhodrimme nodded vaguely, releasing a heavy sigh while stroking the mane of Dawnshadow. "I saw the end... as I have seen it often before... it was bittersweet indeed," she murmured quietly. "I saw death, destruction, loss, and the fall... then beyond it peace and light, where all met the one's they loved so dearly."

She turned her glance towards Eomira. "Such dreams you may call mere nightmares of the mind, but I have never seen such a realistic one as I have recently seen and thus hope is beyond reach, but that gives me no reason to quite, for the bittersweet of it was all fought hard for the love of their people and the old ways..."

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

I love that speech.. It moves this post quite well thanks silm..)

The king noded at his men, they broke lines and ran though seeming disorderly it was quite orderly, to fool the enemy, a few stayed behind to fight for the glory of their king, They knew they were going to die, but if they lived they were treated like kings. As the knights fled they droped small explosive pacets, The dragon continued the ash till it was no longer nessisary, he flew up in the air and It spred its wings and erupted a yell, the dragon tears came into the trap the men fought killed 2 then were killed, they took the bait before they could run arrows fired some were lit others weren't, the ones that were hit the explosives wich killed a good many, the ones that weren't lit pict off the survivors. some made it out with missing limbs but were still alive, the dragon and king flew back down and resumed their ash clouded presuite, the archers runing out ahead, they had used 10 of their hand held mines. the king hoped this would make them think twice before attacking again, he didn't want to waist his men like that, he may be evil but these were his most loyal men, they did deserve better... They were starting to push the oposing force into the back up, their forces would then begin to widdle away.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

(hmm...will be hard to follow up with that...)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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( im findign that hard to keep up with and EXPLOSIVES? *beep* mate *beep*)

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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

hey they had explosives backthen, remeber Daewen this is a long time after the lord of the rings think of advansments, smaller explosives, better matterails of armour, yady yady yada, I kind of forcing you to think on a plain your not used to thinking to, the very object of fantasy... Thinking OUTSIDE the box... And Deawen's world goes BOOOOOOOM!

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

(*drops an automic bomb and ends the whole war* Muwahahaha! .... ahem... I'm afraid if this continues, I might pull out... it's getting a little rough to keep up with)

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