A red moon spread light over the plains. A chestnut horse cantered along a mountain path. The snow-covered mountains were cold and Lentros’s breath came out in a cloud of smoke. The horse skidded round a corner and pushed up the next path. A clattering of hooves came up behind him. Lentros pushed the horse into a gallop. Yells and shrieks drifted up the mountain beside him. A fresh flurry of snow began to fall. As the horse rounded another corner his was stopped by a dead end. Heavy footsteps came up behind him. He turned Rimonim around and faced a figure, dressed all in black. A black hood concealed it’s face.
“You will give it to me.” It said in a voice like ripping silk.
“No.” Lentros said simply.
“Then I will make you give it.” Said the cloaked figure drawing a green blade. Lentros looked around and saw the drop from the mountain. Mist covered the way down.
The bundles tied around Lentros’s waist shook in the wind. The figure brought the sword down, but Lentros wasn’t there. The figure turned around. Nothing. He shrugged and turned away. Lentros pulled himself up from over the cliff and sighed. The figure turned. Lentros held the package over the drop.
“Do anything and it let it go.” He said slowly
The figure approached.
“You don’t want to do that boy. Give it to me.”
Lentros shook his head. He smiled and let it fall through his figures. The figure groped for it and stood up. Lentros drew his sword. The figure was too quick for him. It slashed down Lentros’s side before running and fleeing.

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

Name : Rhavaniel
Race: High Elf
Age: N/A
Gender: Female
Hair: raven black
Eyes: a deep tone of green speckeled with bright gold
Looks:
Very pale and very tall. A wonderful figure and slim toned limbs.-Stunningly pretty
Other to 'Appearance' : wears a gold collar around her neck, as a sign of slavery. The gold shows she is a) worth a lot to her owner and b) her owner is very rich.

Powers : If any, that of tracking silently
Weapon:
A beautiful black bow with an intercate silver pattern of vines on it. The arrows are long and have black swann feathers. The quiver is also black with the silver silver outlines of
a dragon on.
Other to 'Weapons' : Her weapons are the only remanents of her past.


Personality: Proud, gentel (usually), sad, thoughtfull
History : Is forbidden by her master to speak of it.
Other to 'Other' : none

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

Sure you can join :) Just start posting whenever.

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

Rhavaniel lay nearly flat on the horses back, clutching its bare mane with bloodied fingers. It galloped along the edge of the cliff, close to the edge.

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Blood stained the white snow around Lentros's feet. Lentros lifted a shaking hand up to his side where his figures were soon covered in warm red blood. The chestnut horse nickered softly as the black figure cantered around the corner. A dark army of black clad figures watched Lentros before each drew an identical green sword.
"You should not have done that boy." Said one.
"No." The others echoed.

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

"Raunien!" the elf muttered, directing it towards the group of black clothed figures. The dappeled black horse broke into a gallop and rode straight into the group, his hooves throwing up clouds of dirt.

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Rimonim reared as the other hore approched. He bardged past Lentrosand galloped forward. The figures scattered and the horse charged through them. Rimonim reared kicking out at the horse with sarp hooves. Lentros staggered forward and pulled the sword from the saddle. With one hadn over the gash in his side he hacked at the cloaked figures. Swords met and sparks flew

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

((can i join, character bio: http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... 39071b8a6e ))

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Sure! Just post.

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

Raunien grunted as he felt his side being kicked without reason. His rider must've felt the impact, because she slid of his back and landed in a weak bundle of limbs at his side. The elf, Rhavaniel, tried to move her arm, but found it caught uselessly in the chain around her neck.

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Lentros looked up and called to the horse. Rimonim landed and cantered back to Lentros. Rimm=onim started kicking out at the figures. Lentros staggered over to Rhavaniel. Someone was slashing towards her. He brought his sword down on the arm and kicked the figure over the cliff. hE KNELT DOWN BESIDE HER, BLOOD RUNNING THROUGH HIS FINGURES.

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

Then a young elf galloped in, took her bow and shot down two of them, looked down at the wounded elf and said,"I can heal that for you."

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

The elf pushed herself upwards with a scared exspression, and fumbeled for her sword. When her fingers finally did clasp it, and she drew it upwards, it fell from her grasp and she cradeled her hand with a pained exspression.

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The figures started to advance on the two elves and Lentros. Rimonim bucked and kicked a few off the cliffs. An arrow slipped into the snow beside him. He looked up. Circeling above were huge great birds. Arrows fell from the sky like rain. Rimonim galloped in, sheilding The elves.

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

Raunien snorted at the other horse and joined him, lashing out with his hooves at any man that came two close.

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Rimonim pricked hs ears and nickered to the other horse. Lentros saw the pain on the elf's face. He grabbed Rimonim's flying reins and the stallion landed. He mounted Rimonim and held out a hand to the elf.

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!