Rhayader grabbed an old torch hung on the wall. He pulled out two pieces of flint and clicked them together, creating a spark and lighting the torch. He lit another and handed it to Rhavaniel.
"Keep it lit. There's no light until we reach the other side."
He walked in held the sword out, probing into the dark making sure no one could sneak on him. He took point and led the group through.
"This way, stay close."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Rhan nodded unsurely, and followed him "So where does this lead exactly?" she asked curiously.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Arinae walked directly behind Rhayader, glancing around and acustoming her eyes to the darkness, only barely lit by the torch. Her hand held her sword firmly, and she was ready to react if anything were to attack.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Rhayader continued onward and didn't look back when he replied.
"I have only read about this but only a few of the rangers know of it. It was made by Goblins as a safe route to carry hoards of gold back to their main cave. I goes under the forest floor and avoids many dangerous areas. We will come out on the outskirts of Rohan at the end."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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"Goblins?... do they still dwell here?" Arinae asked, glancing around cautiously. She wish she had the fearlessness of an elf, but at least she could easily hide much of her fear.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Neracelc sat by his fire that he had light up in the passage about few hours ago and he had just returned from hunting, he had sat down and began roasting the deer meat, but heard voices all tough just thought he was getting paranoid. He placed his crossbow on his side as he looked into fire and began to whistle with his hood on.

"Darn Rohirrim can`t forget anything..."

Neracelc mumbled to himself by the fire as the deer was getting ready, but somethings never changed for example that he was hated almost where ever he went, but who could blame them?

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Rhan yawned "Good." she said to Rhyders comment about the goblins "I havent used my sword for a long time. I fear it would be getting rusty." her eyes flashed about eagerly

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Arinae glanced at Rhan in an irritated manner. Elves seemed so sure of themselves, and she always believed being too sure of yourself got you in trouble. After all, no one is invincible, not even the elves... she stopped suddenly and listened. "Is it my imagination or do I perhaps hear.... whistling?" she murmured.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Neracelc stopped whistling as he heard something and listened more, there it was again. Someone was coming and obviously couldn`t keep their mouth shut, Neracelc took his crossbow and disappeared into the shadows. He saw torch light from the tunnel and looked closer, they were men at least or even elves. Neracelc had his hood down so that his face wouldn`t be seen and he stepped out of the shadows into the light of the torch with his crossbow in his hands, but his hand were relaxedly down.

"Greetings travellers... might I be of assistance for you?"

He said with a smirk on his face.

(sorry but I have to go now... I`ll be back later so I hope you don`t rp so that I am left behind..)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Rhan frowned, but said nothing, hand straying to her bow.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

(ok, I'll make sure everyone keeps it on pause for ya)

Arinae froze in place at the sound of the voice, taking note of the crossbow in the man's hand. She kept her sword lowered, but was ready for any attack if it were to come. "We need no assistance, stranger, but for you to step aside and allow us through," she spoke calmly.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Rhayader eyed the man up and down. He looked like an outlaw and so Rhayader had an instant distrust of him.
Rhayader stayed quiet but lowered his sword, showing he didn't want any trouble.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Neracelc let his head fall onto the right as he was looking at the strangers in the light, he looked trough their faces, but stopped to look at one. It was that ranger whom had chased him, this could be ugly if they were looking for a fight and Neracelc wasn`t up for that these days anymore since he didn`t want to get the rangers on his tail. Neracelc grinned slightly and shrugged.

"I see my sudden appreance scares you and my clothing doesn`t appeal to elves or rangers exactly.... but please.. if you are hungry then I would be glad to share a deer I just hunted down... but you elves don`t probably eat meat do you?"

Neracelc laughed slightly relaxed and turned away walking into the shadows, he disappeared behind the corner and after a while walking onwards he sat on a small rock where he had been before by the fire.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

((EEP! Did you all forget me???))

Tindomerel had followed the ranger, silently. She remembered hearing of this tunnel, long ago, from a ranger in the North. Nimloth was trotting at her side, still looking at the others wearily. Lebethron was walking at Tindomerel's side, being lead by his reins. Nimloth was staying extra close to her, and then Tindomerel remembered the wolf's fear of fire.

When Rhayader said that goblins had used these caves, she pulled out her elven sword.

((I have to go, but I'll finish this post when I get back.))

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Arinae followed the man out of curiousity and cautiousness, to be sure he wouldn't turn and catch them off guard by way of the shadows. "Who are you, then, might I ask?" she questioned as she held her Rohirrim blade to her side still, and made no threat, but her green eyes glinted in question. "I do not mean to pry, but one must be cautious in such times..." she glanced the man up and down. She had never seen strange men from the distant lands, and wondered if this could be one of them.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Neracelc looked towards her, but not in the eyes afraid his hood night fall off, but stared at the blade for a while and then turned to look into the fire hiding his face properly.

"That is quite hard to say miss... Once I was a decent man with a good life and something what makes everyman rich or that it my view of the matter of being rich.. until my lust of vengeance led me into a dead end finally killing me and replacing me with a heartless creature that lived in the same vengeace all over, but now serving the very thing he originally hated... then when the thing I hated was destroyed my certain people... I began to become a wanderer without that vengeance in me...."

Neracelc sighed.

"My name is Corus.. or it was... then I became..."

Neracelc didn`t dare to say the name, if he was exposed and looked down continuing.

"then I became that creature and now I am what I am... I guess that I am the ruins of both of those things, the good man and that evil creature if I get dramatic like in the books..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!