Silmarwen thought for a moment silently. "Perhaps to see if they can gain the advantage of randsom...?" she pondered, then held up her index finger. "But... if the Dragon Tears are anything like I saw them to be before, it will only make them more furious..."

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

"Well why not take me? After all, I'm the only thing standing in the way of King. The Dragon Tears will only fight and if they fight alone they'll only get wiped out." Eomira sighed. " I don't get it"

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Silmarwen smiled slightly at Eomira. "You haven't been around long enough to realize the thoughts of men.... he wouldn't care about you once he has everyone else out of the way... anyone can overthrow the king, and he could easily kill you to get you out of the way, for he has already taken the people of your ancestory, what would he gain in keeping you captive...? Perhaps he realizes he would lose many men due to the Dragon Tears, and to try to prevent that, he has taken Midira.... does that make sense?"

Silmarwen looked down towards the floor, fingering her pendant as her voice drifted to leave silence to linger. "So much has happened, so much has changed, and so much is yet to change..."

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

( Well said Slim though I'm not sure what I'm gonig to do with her, I thought of torture or something to gleen info)

Thoren sat back up in a tree he had just sent scouts to look for Midra tomarrow He would make plans to save the slaves. He pulled his hood over his eyes and went into a half daze.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(hmph...that was short Inferno...lol)

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Eomira fell silent. Sighing she continued to pace. <br>

(wow...that was short...but I had to say something:D)

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Artinwe had played a small part in the skirmish, and had vanished after it was over. He pursued the King's men independently from Thoren's scouts. As he came upon their camp, he alighted onto the ground from Ramadal. He whispered to her to return to Midira with Wilyalinte. He had already written Midira a note, which he wrapped around Wilyalinte's leg. "When I cry out, Take this to my daughter," he instructed her quietly. With that, he crept to the shadows at the edge of their fire's reach. Noiselessly he unslung his bow, nocked an arrow, and shot it into the midst of the King's men. Artinwe was gone before the arrow had found its mark. The men were up in an instant. Artinwe rained arrows upon them from various trees; and then he leapt down, glaive in hand. He fought as he had never done before, hewing men from all directions. He knew he would be overcome. It was why he came. He knew one thing, though: none of them would escape alive. He was nearly in a fit of madness, as he had only been once before; but finally all the men were dead, save one. Artinwe knew he was there. He would fight him hand-to-hand, and they would both lose. That was what Artinwe planned, anyway. But the Knight had a bow. A sharp twang was the last thing Artinwe heard before the arrowshaft was driven into him up to the feathers. He cried out to signal Wilyalinte, and then he left the world to be with his wife. Ramadal snorted and reared, then charged directly at the fleeing knight, trampling him into the dust.

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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....

(o.o ............. *stunned*)

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

(o.0....wow...ok...umm...that was most likely the LONGEST post you've ever done...but from the looks of things...eh heh...could it be the last? o.0)

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(On here, it may be my longest post. You think YOU'RE stunned; when Deawen gets on she's gonna kill me! And it may be my last; I might have one more. Actually, [I told infernodragon about this] I originally joined this post so I could kill off Artinwe; and since I missed the battle, I figured I would just have to walk into death.)

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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, yeah, if you want to see my longest post EVER, go to "Dungeons of Gondor", page 13 or 14 or something.)

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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....

(o.o *will remember to step back from Deawen when she reads this*)

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

..............

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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 Aaah! She fainted! *fans Deawen* ....... that smily looks so cool.... o.o *watches it*)

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

(ooo!! *stares at smilie* *pours water on Deawen* WAKE UP!)

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i knew this was comming .......Why! Why!

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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