Deawen's reaction to Melachor was icy "your still alive?" 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

*Sen looked again off into the distance.*
Then I will try my luck...
*Sen said, and he dissapeared into the shadows...*

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Silmarwen raised a brow at all the comings and goings. "Goodness... I certainly would like to know what it is that is going on..."

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

Deawen shuddered she turned and reliezed Sen was gone she vanished and appeared next to him in a world of darkness "Sen no now is not the time!" Deawen whispered reaching out to his arm "Maleon will be waiting for you!" Deawen 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

*Sen shook free, and replied.*
Which is why I am not going to him. I can mindspeak from a distance; but not as far as from where we were. I am only getting to within a mile; no closer. Not like your disguise, I might add. Also; do not travel in this realm; I fear you are not as welcome as I am.
*Sen touched her, and Deawen found herself back at the camp, and Sen was gone...*

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen was back and if looks could kill her s would Deawen stormed off into the woods climbed a tree and stayed there her phantoms gave her space.

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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

(ah.... *is left in the dark... * -_- )

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

Deawen felt a new feeling inside her not hate but a deep fear of loseing someone dear to her she had already lost her famliy. a loud grinding sound came from the trees a few phantoms looked up at Deawen's tree she was sharping her sword then it stopped deawen took out a cloth it was wet slightly with a clear liquid not water but a type of poison she used when she was faced with an enemy with large numbers the poison enters through cuts or broken skin so if they live through battle they wouldn't live very long after that the poison was slow but effective. Deawen always thought it was a bit cruel to use on humans so she reserved it for orcs.

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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

(OOC: Deawen, what are you planning on doing? *backs away*)

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(back...)

Amoniel walked over to Silmarwen.
"Intresting day, eh?" She asked. She cocked an eyebrow. She was wondering if her spying skills would be of any use.

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Melachor hmped at Deawen`s answer, followed Sen`s and Deawen`s conversation wth a smile.

"This will be interesting..."

Melachor said as he followed Sen trough a teleport appearing next to Sen, Melachor without a word walked to sit on a rock to watch the play.

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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!

*grins evily* may i ask you Sen? are you afraid? )


Deawen waited up in her tree she was up there so long it was driving Drad nuts Drad stood at the bottom of the tree "milady you really should come down!" he called but no reply was given.
Deawen put her sword away it was ready for an attack as was she. Deawen heard yipping and some Phantoms laughing Deawen looked about and saw her dog playing with some of the men.

(why do we fear Shadows and Phantoms? it is because they are the unknown and fear is of the Unknown we don't know what they can do or when they will attack so we fear them. and then the ones that are friends of shadow? we fear what we don't understand or know about fully)

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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

*Sen stopped a mile away, and knelt down. He projected his thoughts, feeling for the right mind... There.*
Cath, can you hear me? Its me, Sen.
*Sen felt a wave of emotion run over his senses. It was Cath.*
Sen! It is good to know you yet live. I have been a prisoner for so long...
*Sen replied, a tear in his eye.*
Do not worry, I will come for you soon. You have never been forgotten...

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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Deawen began grow uneasy her gift flare suddenly she looked up Sen was not back yet. Deawen decided to wash off the dye she jumped down from the tree and went in search of a stream when she found one submerged her whole head in the water blocking out all sound and most of her senses.

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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

*Sen exchanged a few more words with Cath, before he sensed Maleon's mind approaching. He withdrew with a quick farewell, and was gone back into the shadows, reappearing nearby Deawen.*
It is her. Now I know the truth...

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen pulled her head out of the water suddenly as sen appeared "you doubted me"

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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