Silmarwen watched for a while in silence, then turned to look at Thoren. "Why was I made a General? I find no reason why. I have my own command among my own close kin...."

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"You were made a genral for it is a fitting command post for you. Also I believe it to be a sign of respect not making you move up the ranks. Also I did it for me. If I gave you the posion of a normal soldier, your men would not respect me and my wisdom. I also am sometimes out of touch with the world lately, we have been forced to hide so, you are now in a possion that will allow you to advise each and every battle plan thus I now what will work and what wont, and also what the knig is up to these days, like just now I have glean infromation of a slave camp. If we liberate this camp and take them in as refugees, some may join us and the others may let us trade with them. Do you see now why I apounted you as genral?"

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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Silmarwen nodded slowly and returned her gaze to watch the dwarves and elves deep in arguements. "I fully understand now.... Hannon le" She left it at that and idly fingered her cloak edge, deep in thought. She still hadn't told anyone what she had seen. She needed more time to think, more time to dwell on it. Standing with a sigh, she bowed lightly to Thoren, "If you will escuse me, milord, I have a few things to think over ... in quiet." She glanced with an annoyed expression towards the dwarves argueing and walked from the area, finding a quieter place to sit down.

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Thoren nodded and turned his attension back to the dwarves and elves.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(Muwahahaha *starts trouble*)

One of the dwarves finally got a bit overticked with Eleshna for a stray comment concerning craftsmanship of swords, and raised his axe in a threatening manner. Eleshna ducked under the swing and gasped in mock surprise, "Master dwarf, calm yourself! I only speak truthful words...." She then laughed and insisted she was just jesting. At this, the dwarf fumed with anger and growled, going after her. Eleshna leapt aside lightly, not laughing now, since the matter had become more serious.

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Eomira turned and watched as the battle started heating up. She had decided to to intervene but when she saw more dwarves reaching for their axes she had had enough. <br>
Eomira jumped in between them, swords drawn and voice even, <br>
"Is this how you intend to fight against the King? Leave your fighting for that day! For as long as I'm around I will have none of it!" Putting her swords away, she cast an annoyed glance at everyone and walked off, and left the Festivies.

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Silmarwen glanced up as Eomira came storming out, looking as though she'd burst into flames. "Come for a bit of quiet as well?"

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Midra ignored the others she just sat there thinking

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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 sat backdown, he was going to take care of it but Eomira got there before him. Then changed his mind drained his drink and grabed two biscut cakes and left he assened higher up the tree that the feast was head in. and sat up in the high branches looking across the land. Aroura felw to him from her roost. He fed her some biscut. and they watched. Quietly they ate not to be disterbed. He even took out his flute unfited the dart and started playing a beautiful tune.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(here come the king)


The king walked up his tower and sat on an observation deck that over looked his domain. Siting next to his chair was his most favorite pet, a dragon, with silver scales and golden eyes. He was called flame toungue. The dragons had join forces with men long ago becouse of the evil king. through the mulipitve power of the ring he only had three dragons. one for each high lord. the highest ranking genrals in his army. the rest of the dragons had parished for they did not convert. "Lets ride!" He said to the dragon and threw the hole in the roof they took flight over their domain. in the distance he saw a dragon head for one of his slave mines. He had sent each of the dragons to his slave mines after he had got word that the Stuwardess had join forces with the rebels.

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(*fights to not correct spelling* must...resist....!! lol) <br>
Eomira smiled wryly at Silm. "I'll be lucky if I get a slight moment in peace." Eomira sat down next to Silm. "I find all of this very frustrating..."she confessed. "By right, none of these things should be happening at all..." Eomira trailed off and gazed into the distance and sighed.

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Silmarwen nodded slightly with a sigh. "I am sorry to hear about your people..." She gazed into the same distance as Eomira and continued quietly. "None the less, all this has happened... and some... many... of us will not come through." Voice quiet, she smiled in a somewhat rueful manner, though her expression was proud on her fair elven features.

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Eomira couldn't help but match the smile. <br>
"If we go out, atleast it's for a good cause," Eomira nodded and looked out into the distance and murmured, "and that's all I could ask for."

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Silmarwen nodded gently. "Before it is forgotten to be said, and before I lose the chance of ever saying it, I wish to say how privleged I am to have known you, Eomira. You are a woman of strong spirit and valued pride" She stood and turned towards Eomira and bowed low. "You are in many ways like she who came before you."

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Eomira blushed slightly and stood and bowed back to Silm and looked at her with misty eyes. <br>
"Thank you. And you have been a true friend, and if this whole thing goes ill, I hope we'll die side by side." Eomira smiled then. <br>
"I'm more foolish than my ancestor, but then again maybe that could be a good thing."

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Silmarwen again smiled, but this time regretfulness showing in her eyes. "I hope it does not come to the both of us dying when the time comes, for you still have time ahead of you, and I have seen more than I could have wanted in my time. My time is near, I know, but I did not see your death near, and I hope I will not have to. Even though I fear and somehow know all may fail, I do not tell those who look to me for encouragement, least there should still be hope for the old ways..."

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