oh im back it feels so wonderful but im sick with the flu!


Deawen sat apart from the others she was deep in her thoughts she had already switched her attire from battle to spy like.
"morwen....You can't kill her...." she didn't look up from the ground
"because we are "allies" you can't just do your justice she is a Dragon Tear which means my justice is also needed" (i wanted to say that to help the Duel thingamigerger) Deawen nodded at the Duel comment " yes thats what she would prefer but..." she stopped and fell silent.

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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

"But you see, she has commited treason to her country. Therefore, it is my duty to 'dicipline' her. Surely you can understand that?"

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

"so did i..." Deawen said defiantly

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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

Exasperated, Morwen coughed, "But that is different. At the moment you are a category called 'unspecified'. The Phantoms have not yet been recognized by the King as an enemy. Only the Dragon tears have been. Also, it is within my power to punish all ~spies~ that cross my path. You are not a spy, from what I can tell. It is rather complicated, with many loopholes." She waved her hand, dismissing it.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Deawen sighed and muttered "Forgoil" (Straw-heads) she turned away

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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

Morwen glared at the back of Deawen's head at the insult, controlling herself from any verbal barbs.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Deawen walked down the slope below the hill there lay Deawen's new camp (yes we move alot) it was a bit smaller but they still had enough numbers. Deawen called Bredol and rode to Adrod's deserted camp.
it was frightening looking as the wind caused tent's to snap and jolt. Deawen walked slowly to her Brother's tent inside was still as he left it
the battle plans still there. there was a chest near the door she opened it and found inside several letters and a leather bag she lifted it out to examine it inside. inside the bag was two large bags of gold and a strange amulet. she looked closer and found it was a Dragon holding a blue stone it was heavy there was old runes she could not interpert (she's a fighter not a scholar) she put the bags of gold in the pouch and started to walk out the tent. she heard voices she drew a knife ready for an attack. she could hear the clink of chain mail and scale. she came closer to the voices and then when one came into reach stepped out in front of her was three Rohhirrim soldiers Deawen held the knife still but the soldiers still in shock of her arrival lunged forward Deawen ducked and rolled out of the commotion she put the knife away and started to laugh at the soldiers they looked up at her "you better get back to camp Your Captain won't be very amused finding out her soldiers are here..." Deawen said in a quite tone she left. as she approached the edge of the camp she sensed movement she stopped and waited thinking it was just more rohhirim soldiers collecting spoils of war. Deawen walked faster as she heard movement all around her almost to a run she stopped as a dark figure stepped out from the shadows Deawen drew her sword and retreated back and ran into another dark figure. Deawen screamed but was silenced.

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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

Morwen could see a few of her soldiers returning from the battle. She went out to question them. "Why did you leave?" The looked at the ground and stammered. "Under whose orders?" she pressed. They continued to look at the ground. (Keep in mind she's gone into her 'mean place') She pushed them to the ground and yelled, "Answer me!" One finally said they left to look for loot. "Oh. So you disobeyed orders to increase your personal gain. You must be from the Wold." Morwen went back to her tent and continued to polish her swords and waited for the new day to dawn.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(OOC: Still waiting for a Grima...)

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(It may be a while...)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(Runs into glass door* HEy guys Guess what!?
I HOME! for the next Five months! YEA)

*clears throat*
Okay Knowing Artinwe he will not be on for some while... sadly! *starts sobbing* i mean i practically die if i don't get on the forum for two days(just ask Morwen)

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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

...

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Deawen struggled as her neck was being constricted "do not harm her though she be a traitor" she heard Adrods voice Deawen felt the grip lossen she coughed. Adrod stepped closer to her he held a knife to her throat "you did well in Battle sister but i know that now you are weakened ..." he grin an evil smile

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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

(I believe I heard a call for a scholar?
Sen, I am so sorry! I did'n't know you still wanted him! And I've been off for two weeks or something; it's awful.)

As Sen walked towards the throne, Grima snapped his fingers. Seven swarthy men jumped from the shadows toward Sen, swiping at him with cude blades.

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(Oh! Morwen, I just found something! On the fourth post on page 23, you said "whoddat". That was a Mr. Nickels thing, was'n't it?)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(Sorry for all the posts, but I have much to say and it is coming in disjointed fragments [great word, "disjointed", is'n't it?].)

As Artinwe sat in quiet meditation, he felt a horrible chill. In that subconscious state, he was aware of an evil that had befallen one whom he knew. He was instantly aroused to full consciousness by the shock of the chill. He knew that Deawen was the victim; who else was well-positioned for the befallation of evil (who likes my new word? could'n't get the sentence to work otherwise...)? He could guess at her whereabouts. Gathering his arms in an urgency inspired by rage, he vanished from the battlefield and was hindered by a screeching, tearing, battering maelstrom. This had never happened before, plunging into an ungodly wind reeking with the stench of death, and colder than the harsh plates of the Helcaraxe. (Does anybody recognise the allusion?) After a [relative] eternity, he reappeared in the DT camp. It took only one glance at the situation to make him recover from the horrific wind. He charged at Adrod, raising his sheathed sword above his head in a blind rage. A rabid scream burst from his lips as he brought the cudgel down.

(Artinwe forgot Lesson Number One! *collective gasp*)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....