DEAWEN WHERE ARE YOU?!?!

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Dude really it's freaky you practicaly KNOW MY NEXT MOVE! am i really that pradicable!?*looks around *


Midira sat after resting she drew her sword and began to clean the edge she remembered her mother doing so .

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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

(O_O You talkin to me?)

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

(you're alive!!!!!)(...where is that in the humor section? some guys at my school keep saying that...)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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in the written section)

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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

(it won't work for some reason..I'll have to try it again later ( alright then...let's see...what to do next...)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(o_o the main guy must be missing...)

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

As the others walked to do their chores thoren had disapeared for a while. He came out with three elves and a drawfe holding two black cloak with a the trinity mark. the elves carried a box, the box if carfull ears listened was emiting a small wisp of a chant not enuff to drive a man to bid the object inside's will, but would pec at him, or her till no end. From a distance three archers watched each elf if one was to faltter and try to take the cursed object they would be shot on sight. Thoren called his voice covering the whole camp grounds to join him where he stood. It was time to test the loyaltiy of their recrutes and to dawn upon the rank of genral to two lucky individuals. THoren had his cloack on hood pulled up to mask his face. he had a large blade straped to his back. The blade was silver with a black and gold hilt. the blade had a golden vine runing across it.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

Silmarwen regarded this spectical with light interest, though with hardly a second glance at the strange box, while Eleshna glanced at the box then at the others, wondering what sort of test might this be.

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

your alive!


Midira watched thoren from a distance she was not going to like this she could tell.
she caught wind of something about "new recrutes" Midira hoped she was not one of them.

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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

Thoren stood in front of the group. He spoke " I am calling forth Silmarwen Idril and Deawen Elsent, they will be given the honor of genral, I hope that you will follow their words and respect them as if they were me. They will also be the frist to be tested, I do not dout their intensions but it is our law and must be followed by even I its maker." Deawen and Silmarwen came up he whispered into deawens ear. "You are not jioning ofically, but My troops are less likely to respect your word as an outsider, I am doing this to avoid trouble later." They stood before him and he dawn upon them the cloaks....

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

(AHEM! It's Midira, not Deawen.... )

Silmarwen, slightly taken aback, bowed low in respect. "I am honored, milord Thoren. But if you do not mind me asking... what do the tests consist of, or are they of a random and secretive intention?"

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

"they are actually very simple and unimaginative, but proves to actually work for the most part, It has turned up every one of the would be traiters, We know becouse we use them to feed false infromation to the king... But some infromation still leaks out, our base will constently change becouse of this... In fact that is why every one is meeting here.... Anyway, It leaks out becouse I do not bind those in survice of my cause with a blood oath, thus they can change sides at any time, that is why we relie on humans so little, though there are some that I trust with my life, You will be locked in a room with that box siting in front of you, as you can fantly hear it speaking to you, trying to bind you to its will. No one will see you in side the room so you may do anything, what we are looking at we will not tell." He now draped the cloack on midra as he spoke to them of the testing, he glanced at midra just quickly before he said, "I hope you are up to the test..."

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

(......what about me?!?!?! lol) <br>

Eomira watched Thoren carefully and eyed the box. She made a mental picture of it and stayed silent, knowing that he didn't trust her...Eomira hid a smile. That's no surprise...after all....Eomira traced her scar with her finger...what do they know?<br>

(and yes I am a good girl...just a werid one:D)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(by the way...wb Inferno! how did it go?)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Midira stared ahead with a cofidence that shone like her mother. Midira wanted to be like her mother the strong and weak. she made a note of her weapons her fitness abiliteis and the second cloak she was given she almost felt like she was betraying the Dragon tears the cloak was too regonisible the DT looked normal. 8)

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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