"we should ride to the Dragon tear 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

Eomira ran on and actually started to enjoy herself. She jumped behind a tree and waited till the soliders ran past, then she would jump out again, wave and the chase would start anew in yet another direction. <br>
"GET HER!" The Lead Solider panted. Eomira just turned around and stopped. <br>
"What's the matter? Am I to fast for you?" She let the soliders get inches from her then she jumped up into a tree and then jumped back down landing in a pile with the soliders. Quickly, extracting herself she ran again, laughing. "The King should learn to train his soliders better!"

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Silmarwen paused... "Would they accept us?" She liked the idea, but was nervous about it at the same time

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

"yes with me with you they have too"

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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

Silmarwen nodded and signaled to the others to follow, "Lead the way, Lady Midira"

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

Midira lead the way through the trees when they reached the open they rode across the plains the reached the edge of the camp Midira passed without challenge so did the others no problem

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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

Silmarwen sighed with relief. They had come through, no troubles, no hinderences. But would it last? She and the others kept a wary eye. Meanwhile, Silmarwen wondered how Eomira was faring and hoped she had not left the young woman to her death. She would never be able to forgive herself if that were to happen.

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

Midira rode towards the center of the camp a large tent in the middle was her destination she dismounted and walked towards the tent. she went inside. inside was a tall young man with brown hair and green eyes he looked proud and steady when Midira came in he looked up and jumped to his feet "lady Midira " he gasped "how are you? you look lovleier each time i see you..." Midira blushed "we matters to speak with you about.." she said.

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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

Silmarwen listened to the speaking inside the tent and couldn't help but smile slightly. youth... they are the hope for peace now...

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

Okay, thank you for joining, it makes me proud that so many have flocted to my Rp, but a courding to a hawk, you are starting to take over the post, so I have come to put a stop to it. Though this is a democratic forum, I still have a plot with this, you should know the final out come so you can shape your stories to it, the rebles will fail, but taking many with them. This is to protray the glory, honor and courage of the old way, and their followers. I also am sorry I have not been able to get on for a while.... We had to pant my room so my computer was dis conected. I also thank Daewen for helping keep the forum in line in my absence. Inorder to catch up with the forum I ask that no one post till I say other wise, if this could be followed I would greatly apprieciate it, thank you.

PS. I will bemore on top of things.

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

Thoren....Hawk me? and you spelled my name wrong....

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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

Sorry, um actually I got a little bourd reading 6 pages full of stuff so could you give me a condenced version tomarrow morning. Okay

Thoren looked at the map. "this is bad, very bad. THis if it works will crush the rebelion.... I need you here.The other spys have desurted us.... Figures, they see that the rebelion doesn't have much chance... No matter. They have given away the werabouts of our camp, we ride, luckly we were in the process of braking camp, look outs have reported that recrutes have been journieing towards us, we will meet them and guide them to our new camp, we haed to the ruins of rivendell, though mostly destroyed, it will still provide great protection.
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Thoren came to the dragon tears camp, the other five men with him camped a little ways back, he sliped past the guards with ease, and came to Deawen's tent. "Deawen! Weres your father? I must speak with him."

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Eomira's game was getting old fast. She had been running for a day and a half and she was getting bored quick. Even now, she expected the guards were starting to lose interest. Deciding to end this matter and head back to the Elves, Eomira climbed up into a nearby tree and started sleeping lightly. <br>
In less than 5 minutes the guards stumbled in, right under her tree. <br>
"We're wasting time sir. The King wanted us to find the Rebels not run willy nilly chasing a maid!" <br>
"That's no ordinary maid! That one is the Last of the Old Stewards line. The king wants her dead! At all costs!" Eomira had to admit, she wasn't surprised. Stretching, she got ready to make her move. <br>
"But sir! She's probably miles from here!" Eomira laughed. <br>
"You really aren't that smart are ye?" Quickly, she threw down several knives, injuring 2 of the 5 guards. Then, whistling sharply she jumped out into the air. <br>
The sound of thundering hooves came into the Woods. The moment Eomira jumped from the tree a large dapple gray warhorse charged through. Eomira landed swiftly on her horse's back and charged through the forest yelling her war cry, <br>
"ITHILIEN!!!!!"

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO?!?!

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(Inferno, it's Midira... she's the daughter, not Deawen... Deawen is dead, from what I gather... and you didn't miss too much.... and it can't really be shortened, other than Midira's father left her in charge of the Dragon Tears... and Silmarwen and a few elves came to join and so did Eomira. And now they're attempting to get help from the Dragon tears as well... that's the gist of it I guess... lol. I'm here now, Eomira! lol)

Silmarwen saw the rebel leader enter the camp and she immedately jumped down from her horse and bowed.

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

ITS MIDIRA! NOT DEAWEN! inferno!

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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