He let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding as the blade was removed. He got to his feet slowly, never taking his gaze off the blade. He straightened up not lessening his grip on his sword. "This changes nothing elf," he growled as he sheathed his sword and motioned for the remaining orcs to follow. They looked uncertainly at each other and dissapointedly at the elves but in the end all of them followed.

Niell shut his eyes tightly as he walked forward. He shouldn't have been so weak, he knew what happened when he acted weak. When he opened his eyes again he found that they were misty. 'Too many memories,' he thought angrily. Maybe they couldn't take all of my mother's traits out of me.

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Evil comes in many shades...

Silmarwen watched with a calm expression, but furrowed her brows as he walked away. Aye... perhaps there is hope for one such as he?... she questioned to herself but remained silently as she sheathed her sword.

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((okay........how do you want to continue....))

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(umm... lol... I'm kinda new at this... let's see... camp or something? It should be nightfall by then...)

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((lol, okay camping sounds good))

Dark had begun to fall when one of the more bold orcs strode up to the front of the company. "We ain't goin no further," he growled to Niell. "We've been fightin all day and you've had us on the march for hours."
Niell turned to him with an emotionless stare. "Then find a place to camp," he said in a monotone voice. The orc growled slightly but went about convincing the others to start making a camp. For the next hour the night was filled with the dull hollow sound of wood being chopped and by the end of the next hour there was meat roasting over a few pathetic fires.
Niell sat off to the side away from the orcs. He would steal a glance at them every now and then and each time he found them glaring at him with loathing, or in some cases dissapointment. He even caught a few fingering weapons as they looked at him. He leaned his back against a nearby tree and let his head rest on it.

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Silmarwen did not rest that night, as she sat not too far from the orc camp and just watched, silent and not moving a muscle. Her sword was resting on her knees, her right hand over the hilt as the fires from the camp glinted in her eyes, causing them to look as though an explosion was going on within.

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~Cyclist in Training~

(i'm confused...)

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(my character had Niell at sword point, and she released him and he left, taking the orcs with him... lol )

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~Cyclist in Training~

The night was completely silent and Niell hadn't realized he had gone to sleep until he was woken by a sharp sting across his face. His reaction was immediate, he drew his sword and decapitated the orc in one motion. The body fell to the ground with a dull thud and Niell staggered slightly as he stood. He felt a coppery taste in his mouth, blood. He hadn't realized how hard the orc had actually hit him. 'Probably meant to knock me out' he thought dryly. His hand strayed to a gash above his right eye, when he took it away he could see a crimson stain covered his fingers. 'And he hit me with a gauntlet on.'
Niell grabbed the orc head by the hair and walked into the camp. Many of the orcs were still awake and looked up hopefully when they heard footsteps. But their expression changed when they saw who it was. Niell stood in their midst, head in one hand sword in the other.
"So you lowly filth have finally turned on me," he spat, "since the dark lord is gone there would be no consequences for toying with his spy. Which I know is something you've all longed to do." He threw down the orc's head and walked out of the camp, not glancing back. He made his way far into the plain before sinking down on the grass.

((I have to go, but I'll be on tomorrow.))

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(aww, ok, see you then!)

Silmarwen watched what happened, and remained perfectly still as he walked quite close to her. Her eyes searched the dark as he sat not too far away, and she listened to his movement and his breathing to keep his location pinpointed. Her eyes glinted from the fires ahead of her so she closed them, relying on her hearing.

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~Cyclist in Training~

HOLD YOUR HORSES PEOPLE!! you keep rping while other can`t even response and the story has a funny way of getting many mistakes in it...

besides Silmarwen Idril... 260 kills? Heck! the patrol was only 40 men and orcs, and Faradrick brought 30 humans along with him so 260 is way over...

and niell are you saying that you command the orcs or what? or do you have an army of your own? cause my character has been in their command and you could have at least informed me if you were to join my side in this rp... and if you were in on side then the troops would have been camped already...

I give this critic because I want to be a part of the rp, but not to offend.... it`s confusing to follow 4 pages of post to get a word on the matter since you`ve been rping while I was asleep...

anyway...

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The dundelings arrived onto the battlefield and Faradrick began approaching the closest enemy, he swinged his mace around and raised his shield.

"Not nice of you elves to come into my lands and begin killing my men all tough there isn`t a war between us!"

Faradrick stepped towards Amoniel and took few new steps to swing his mace at the female intruder.

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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!

((err..Amoniel's a mortal..just letting you know..)

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(oh sorry... see? I am already confused! I´ll correct that one)

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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!

Elenanna turned and saw Amoniel in trouble. "no!" She had to duck a few swords, and she blocked a sword and stabbed the orc.

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(I was joking about the number of orcs *laughing* Anyway... what happened was Niell came and took over command of the orcs... Don't ask but he did... )

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~Cyclist in Training~

(One question... is it still night and are we letting Niell have the orcs? Because I followed him and I don't know where my character should be right now...and that was an awful lot of rp'ing we did and I hope it wasn't a waste. But I am sorry we mixed it up a bit and all... lol)

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~Cyclist in Training~