well it's your fault you missed the confrence of leaders today. Inferno you have a flying turkey as a pet.

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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

(Remember, we are only a party of 12)

"We are simply trying to discover numbers. How many infantry, how many cavalry. I gave orders for no attacks to be made by the main force. They have set up some makeshift defences: gates, pike-walls, and some arrow shields. Now, no more talking, just hand signals." Morwen thought she heard the rustle of leaves. She signalled them to stop. They did so. When nothing moved for about a minute, she signaled to continue.

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

PArtey of 12!

one single phantom was passed by the tracking party he sighed with relief as the moved on he didn't know what they would do if he was seen. he stood up with a bow in hand he shot a single arrow it whistled through the air past Morwens ear the shot was not intened to hit any one only to give a warning. he hid down in the hole that the phantoms dug earlier from above he could not be seen. another arrow whined past them this time hitting a tree it was attacked to a rope with thorns on it (thank you king arthur!) then another four more were shot surronding the trackers in a thorny trap all was silent the phantoms made no noise as they ran through the forest some with swords drawn some with bows and arrows.
"Hero Shal seav wierth lat e be!" a phantom called (you have entered you can not go back now!)

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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 dudes im back! the fourm is looking really good. Im guessing that we lost our other rpg so i guess ill join this one if someone can bring me up to speed on whats going on i dont have to time to read it all also if you need my profile again tell me if not then i wont bother posting it till latter

Shadow*

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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity

I am the darkness that creates the shadow....i am the essence of night its self.... i am gone before u even knew i was here...

okay listen

Deawen has been ordered by her brother (who is head of the Dragon tears) to attack edoras okay now morwen has been sent to relieve the pressure on Edoras and right now morwen and tracking group have been caught in a trap set by Deawen and the phantoms... okay?


a flaming arrow was fired in the sky it was the signal Deawen didn't give any orders "Captain they have fired the arrow we should attack!" someone said Deawen shook her head "no that was only one the second is the attack the scouting group has been caught..." Deawen said Bredol snorted and stamped " follow slowly"

the phantoms surrounded the tracking group "surrender or face death.." A phantom called from a tree some laughs were heard from all around. Morwens men showed a bit of fear the phantoms stayed hidden just to keep the fear rising. however Morwen didn't seem fearful.
then one phantom appeared out from the shadows he was dressed all in black he wore a leather mask he gazed at Morwen and her company then said " seems we have caught Captian Morwen in the net...this will settle the ladys nerves..." he smiled but not a nasty grin but i simple smile "you will wait here for her..."

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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

Thoren looked at the thorny rope attached to the arrows...." hum... excellent design, cunningly executed. Even my keen sight did not see it coming... are you alright commander? Looks like we're caught, and if she has orders to execute you as we suspected then you are in deep trouble. I may be able to brake through this but then we would all have to face who knows how many phantoms, and most likely get slaughtered. Looks like we're trapped.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Morwen turned to look at Thoren. "Thoren, they are ROPES! We have SWORDS! I in fact have an AXE!" She drew out a lovely decorated riding axe and cut three of the ropes. -Scatter. One of us must see how many there are. Meet back at camp- she signalled. The group scattered (Let's spread out and look for clues-Freddy from Scooby Doo. Hehe.) Morwen ran noiselessly to the East and swung up into a tree. (Okay, I know I can't climbe trees in real life. Shut up Artinwe) She crept her way to where she heard twigs snapping and the occasional cough. There was a group of about 100 men staking out the woods. So there are at least 200...That answers my question. She crept back to the ground and went back to camp to wait.

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

(Darn you people! Fine new plan)

Deawen arrived at the trap the two elves were there but no Morwen. "where is Morwen?" she asked a phantom who was not surrounding the captives "she escaped Captain" Deawen put her hand over her eyes "was anyone killed?" "no on ethier side." "good" Deawen walked bredol to the edge of the ring "move!" she ordered and a path was made she walked towards the center of the ring at least 100 men surrounded the captives. she stopped dismounted someone took bredol away Deawen stood there searching the faces. she looked Thoren "you are the elf in the tree.." she said flatly then she looked the other elf her breath stopped it was Artinwe her guardain and friend. "Artinwe..." she gasped "so this was your task in Rohan...?" she whispered she stood there silently "what should we do with them Captain?" Drad said as he came up behind her there was a long pause "release them...." "careac tal vers fintiol acre blue(brothers make camp with the blue!)" Deawen orded she turned away and left. the phantoms faded back into the shadows there was no trace that they were there only a dream Morwens soldiers thought only a shadow.

Deawen rode out of the woods towards the rohhirimm camp Bredol Charged forward with all speed Deawen passed like a shadow in the night. Deawen stopped at the edge of the camp Morwens small numbers some reason made her ashamed to be the way she was but Adrod refused to let her go her own way. she knew the rohirrim scouts had already known of her presence but she didn't care. morwen was a clever leader but Deawen knew she had her orders and Deawen was in danger so she rode away back to her own camp.

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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

Morwen waited for her squadron for 10 muniutes, until she realized they were not coming. "Aelfred!" she called to one of the lieutenants. "Ridan oð Edoras. Gegongan mara Eohred. Arodlice! (Ride up to Edoras. Get more Eohred. Quickly!)" "Giese, heretoga. (Yes, commander)" he barked back. He left quickly to Edoras, luckioly only a few leagues away.

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

Artinwe followed Deawen from the edge of the Rohirrim camp. He realised he couldn't catch up to Deawen when she was on Bredol. Heaving a sigh, he disappeared and reappeared in to front of Deawen. "I'm sorry. I know you feel like I betrayed you. I have duties if I join the ranks of the Rohirrim. I must obey my master (a la Star Wars/ Darth Vader Hehe)."

(Deawen, you can continue here. I can't powerplay you.)

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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....

(We see Aelfred riding away as fast as he can, William Tell overture playing in the background. (It's okay, Artinwe, its and Orch Dork thing )

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

bredol reared slightly as Artinwe appeared in front of them Deawen reacted by half way drawing her sword "you sir you tell me i'm betrayed then it must be dark days indeed when your friends turn against you for a meer cause!" Deawen cried she turned bredol a bit and circled around Artinwe, then tried ride away but,Artinwe grabbed the riens " why do you still..." Deawen started Artinwe started to pull her off her horse. "let go of me!" Deawen shouted Artinwe pulled her off Deawen elbowed him in the chest both stumbled away from each other. "why do you attack ME!" Deawen hissed "im not attacking you im trying to talk to you and you keep running off!"Artinwe cried

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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

"Deawen, I know you're angry at me! Perhaps enough to slay me! But I promise you, I never had any intent to harm you." Artinwe's voice cracked. "I have no love for your brother, or his causes. Nor do I have love for this group of killers, who take their name from monsters of Morgoth's evil will! (Sorry, Deawen, but I am an Elf, you know...) But I do have love for you," he said, letting her up. "If you should wish to kill me, then do it now. And it will not be in cold blood. I will defend myself, but not at the expense of your life." At that Deawen cried and sank to her knees. "You know I could never kill you," she whispered.

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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....

(HEY YOU ARE Part of this group of MONsters!)

Deawen started to cry "you know i would never kill you" Deawen not able to stop trembling just sat there waiting.

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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

(In real life, yes! But I am no assassin, and I freakin' apologized, didn't I??!!!!)

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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....

Thoren jumped back into the trees andgave chase toward artinwe. he drew his poison dart that would paralyze the enemy with one dart if aimed right two if aimed wrong. He came to see him conversing with Deawen and sat to watch. he even began to hum an old elven song. His visions were coming true and if that were so then evil was truly growing. Why didn't artinwe see it? He would have to speak with him after his conversation with the enemy. And if he had to drag him back, in case he betrayed. (I know he won't but still in this My character has no way of knowing that.)

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