(OOC: Technically, I have 20 or so characters I could play, though I usually only use Sen. There is Maleon, Valeshar, Raelun, Nathan, Saldern... need I go on?)
*Sen nodded.*
Very well. I'll set up a shelter.
*Sen proceded to take off a pack from Flarenath's back, and take out a small, black, silken tent.*

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(lol! Goodness, that is a lot....)

Tahlavain leaned against a tree and watched, her hand still resting on her sword hilt. She sat down in a crosslegged fasion and unsheathed the blade, resting it across her knees. Idly and thoughtfully she ran her fingers over the flat of the blueish tinted blade, pausing her fingers now and then over the small crystal blue gems.

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~Cyclist in Training~

*Sen set up the tent quickly, between two trees. After he did, he noticed Tahlavain sitting alone, her sword drawn and on her knees.*
My lady, where did you get that sword? There are few crafted like it; I know of my home, and of the other places in Middle Earth, but that I have not seen. My swords were crafted too, yet not like yours, or by the same craftsman...

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Tahlavain looked at him for a moment then back down at her sword. "I was found with it as a child at the gates of Rivendell, and thus was I called Tahlavain, meaning Blade-Spirit... but I know not where or by whom it was crafted, though I was once told it was a blade from ... " she paused, her ice blue eyes still locked on the blade. "... from the beginning of elven times..." her voice dropped low and quiet, "it has been rumored that it is being saught after... and that is the reasoning of my journey to Gondor... there are certain records there which I am told would hold the truth of this blade..."

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

*Sen nodded, and slowly drew one of his swords. The black-bladed katana had purple rune-writing running down the blade; the runes themselves were not of any kind that Tahlavain knew of. The edge was silver metal, and seemed to glow slightly whenever it moved.*
These swords were a gift, from a... friend of the family, you could say. They were passed from my father to me, before all was lost in the fall of Athenar...

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Tahlavain looked at the sword with an examining gaze. "They are fine blades, and surely well wielded in battle, as I have seen" She returned her gaze to Corasar "I know not the history of my blade, nor my own history for that matter... That is why I give it the name, Corasar, legend-seeker. There must be some legend of sorts behind this blade, but it has yet to reveal itself to me, though all it has done is cause trouble for me this whole journey so far..."

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

Darrell looked admiringly at both Sen's and Tahlavains' swords. "Very nice, I would be proud to own such blades. Mine is far simpler, it has no long history or mystery surrounding it. It was forged by the dwarves in Erebor and it suits me well". He drew his sword slowly, "Its name is Chrysamere and until today I have found no creature, fair or foul that could best me I a fight when I use it"

*Sen slid his sword back into its sheath, in one quick motion.*
Indeed. I too have a sword that is unknown to me, which I hope to find out about in the libraries of Minas Tirith. Urulokinaur has been with me for a long time, and was aquired in very... unusual circumstances...

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Tahlavain looked over at Darrell and his blade, "The dwarves craft a fine sword, but the elves do better," she said with a slight grin. "But all blades suit different wielders different ways, and yours suits you as does mine suit me, for I have never wielded a blade better than that of Corasar, which has remained by my side at all times, but now the Death Riders seek the sword and it becomes bothersome, to the point I would wish to discard of it, but there is too much mystery and rumor behind it for me to do so..."

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~Cyclist in Training~

Tahlavain nodded to Sen in understanding. "And to have a blade 'act' strangly during battle is mystery enough to make one suspect it is beyond a normal blade..."

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

school!

Deawen followed silently when the y stopped and set up a shelter Deawen wandered around with no purpose Arenel followed her as she wandered around the area

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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

Indeed. I only use Urulokinaur in the most dire of circumstances, and when the need is greatest, for a few reasons... Usually, the other two swords are more than enough...

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Deawen listened to the conversation with little interest she kept her blade hidden at all times least she should need it. Deawen like people to think she was harmless not a threat. Deawen hummed a song from her village.

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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

Tahlavain glanced into the darkness of the forest and let out a slight sigh. "To my surprise, I am weary, so if you'll forgive me, I shall take rest." She walked a slight distance from the others and laid out a blanket which was in her satchel. Laying on her side, Tahlavain placed her sword in front of her, her hand resting on the blue hilt.

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

(OOC: Here I go, through all the trouble of two sentences, to put up a tent, and you ignore it is there. The indignity... )
*Sen nodded, and, grabbing a branch, pulled himself up into a tree, and with his back against it, began to listen to the sounds of the forest...*

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Deawen looked a bit like a small fox she was alert and very quiet. she pulled her hood up to block the wind.

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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