Deawen sat on a rock in the shallowest part of the stream. Deawen flicked the water

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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

Melachor felt odd after Maleon had spoken.

She is not Sen`s kin? Then whom`s?

Melachor`s interest rose and Melachor looked again at the prisoner.

"Then... whose kin is she? Where did you find her and what was her kin like? Was she able to use magic?"

Melachor said with a furious look in his eyes.

"As you don`t know, but I have only tried to gain wisdom and hoping for some pieces to lock on each others revealing me something, which is what am I? I have wandered across middle earth countless times with magic and without to find what I was looking for, only pieces of worthless information and false leads, but if you can get me the information about what I am then I will gladly serve you!"

Melachor said with a mad glare in his eyes as he got up.

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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!

Deawen climbed out of the stream she sat at the edge of the of the bank in a patch of sun light. "do you think Maleon will keep her alive for long?" Deawen asked suddenly

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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 nodded.*
I do. It is not advantageous now to kill her; he plans on using her against me. I do not know when, I do not know how, but he will.
(Switching scenes...)
*Maleon looked at the fury in Melachor's eyes, and grew suspicious. He spoke with an icy tone.*
Calm yourself, or get out of my sight. I can tell you this; she is not of your kind, that is plain to see. Her kin came from Starhaven, to the north of Athenar, and was in the city when it fell. Few escaped; twenty at most. As for information, I have some texts I took with me from Athenar, and from my home. You may look through them if you wish, but do not get so irate with me; I might rethink letting you live.

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Amoniel had a grim face, unsure of the tasks ahead.
(NO idea what to post lol)

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(same here, Amoniel lol)

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

(OOC: Well, Sen is not doing anything, and Melachor is off with Maleon, so... start a character developing conversation, or something. Sen will talk... Here, I'll even set it up for you.)
*Sen bowed, and walked to a nearby stream, where he began to take a drink of water.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(you want us to throw you in the stream? ^^ hahaha! ahem... )

Silmarwen leaned against a tree. "I have one question, Lord Sen... who is this prisoner you speak of and what is she to you and Maleon? Is she a peice he bargains with or is she a weapon he controls?"

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

Melachor swallowed his pride and anger at that moment as he bowed slightly.

"In that case I am at your command... but I must presume your hatred against Sen is quite personal and I should have no part in it when you two face each others, which is quite obvious my lord..."

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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!

(Argh this two hour limit on th internet is killing me please just kill me now! but the good news is the rare second snow day in a row! wohooo!)

Deawen gazed back into the stream she stared at her relflection and remembered what it felt like to feel unatural growing up. she had felt that way till she had met Sen ever since then she was more interested in using her gift than trying to hide it from others. Deawen watched Sen for a moment then focused back on her own reflection. Deawen hadn't noticed this till now Maleon took no heed of her gift when she used it against him (or it was the fact Sen was not sure what to do with Maleon at the time) this could be a good sign. Deawen got up and headed for the others she sat down without a word.

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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

(at least it's not a one hour limit like I had one time... -_- )

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

*Sen stood up slowly, and sighed.*
She is a dear friend from long ago; Cath is her name. She was one of my best friends, before the Fall. Yet Maleon captured her, and the only weapon that she is is one to be used against me, for I know of no others who survived the Fall of Athenar. Yet the one who keeps her prisoner, he is one to be feared; both the one who says the words, Maleon, and the one who holds the chains, Raith Shadowbloom. They are both very deadly in their own right, without the mass of soldiers they have now.

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

my lord Sen?" Deawen said she looked into the flames of the fire she did not look at any one why didn't Maleon kill me when i attacked him?" she asked

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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

Amoniel fixed her hearing so she could hear thier conversation.

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*Sen turned to Deawen, and spoke softly.*
He did not find you a danger to him; more of an annoyance, a mere splinter. Yet I have become an infected wound to him; he cannot heal it, and it pains him more day by day. You are lucky, however; if he had thought otherwise, he could have killed you with the slightest trouble.

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen thought deeply about what Sen said "hmm.." Deawen hummed

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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