Drake grinned, then his face went emotionless. Looking strait ahead, he stroked the soft head of the grey kitten on the saddle that went by the name of Tim, short for Tim Buck Two...

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(sry havent been on guys!! so much freakin HW!! lol )

Ithil could ride forever, as well. But she didn't get bored.....she was a very quiet person.....no necesarily shy, but quiet nontheless.....so riding for a long time without talking to anyone was no big deal for her. She did, however, listen in on the others' conversation.....

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

(( blerg sorry all i have had TONS of homework and lots of things to do the pat 2 days but Tur yes you may be an elf i know i am but i was raised by the Rohirrim.))

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IC: Meranwen walked to the stables and took out her horse. She stroked him and put a saddle on him and led him out. She took him for a gallop across Rohan. She also practiced sword skills on top of her horse. She was pretending there were orcs and such around her as she swung her sword.

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Rienna likewise continued in silence, but it was broken by an orange head poking out of her saddlebag and meowing loudly at the kitten over with Drake. "Shhh, Amber," Reinna scolded, and smiled. "Amber's a bit - territorial."

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Meranwen was done with Firemane and took him back to the stables. She walked around for a bit and eventually laid on the ground looking up at the skies and was deep in thought.

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Drake sighed, they had to come up on something soon.
"I'll scout further ahead," he called, and at theat moment his horse went out at a flat out gallop, soon far ahead of the group. He kept his eyes open for the slightest notion of trouble, then he came to the top of a hill, were he stopped the horse. Below was a band of around thirty orcs. Grinning he came back to the group.
"A band of thirty orcs or so have made a came about a mile or two in this direction. An easy bit of action." he said...

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"Right," said Rienna, and Amber leaped gracefully out of her saddlebag and disappeared.

Aeldor wheeled his horse around. "I assume you've all heard?" he called, sword in hand. "Right. They'll likely know we're here, but we'll try to ride down and surround them anyway. Drake and Rienna on the right, Eodern and Ithil on the left. I'll take centre."

((This is assuming Meranwen's not currently with us, are you, Meranwen? I wasn't sure...))

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Drake nodded, unsheathing his sword, and rode forward...

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Aeldor looked over his shoulder once, then spurred thain into a gallop. Rienna followed close to Drake, and they galloped over the hill and down into the ranks of the orcs.

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Drake rode to were he was told to, and jumped his horse into the group of orcs. He swung his sword left and right, cutting one, killing another, beheading a third. He sliced across the chest of the one he had cut, killing it. The horse reared once, and landed on a sitting orc's chest, crushing the ribs and inner organs. The stallion reared again, landing in a puddle of an orcs blood.

Drake killed two more then stood in the saddle to see how everyone else was doing...

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Ithil rode down the other side, & leaped off, pulling her sword out of it's sheath at the same time. Suddenly, nothing else seemed to be around her. It was just her & her sword, swinging & dancing, killing orc after orc. Suddenly, an orc caught her off guard. She dropped her sword, & fell backwards. the orc took this oppurtunity to jump on her. But she was too quick. She had already taken out her bow, aimed it, & shot it into the orc's throat. It died immediately. She grabbed her sword, & leaped to her feet.

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

Eodern immediatly grabbed his glaive. He tied his reins to the saddle, and guided Rin with his knees, freeing his hands for the glaive. It had taken years of meticulous practice, but now he knew it was worth it. He sliced at an orc, cutting it from hip to collar bone. He ran another strait through. A few feet off he could hear the snarls of Thane and Kiowa, fighting thier won battle. He said a quick prayer, and jammed the butt of the weapon right between an orc's eyes. Rin suddenly reared, and lashed out with her hooves. She hit an orc in the face, killing it, but the sudden movment put Eodern off gaurd. He almost slipped from the saddle, and a blade sliced the muscle in his arm. Eodern winced and swore. It wasn't serious, but it still hurt

Rienna held her own quite well at first, her sword dancing and flashing amid the ranks of orcs. Quite suddenly, however, there was an orc leering up at her - and clutching tightly the blade of her sword. He wore heavy metal gauntlets, and her old blade had not the sharpness it used. Rienna had hardly time to think before he gave it a tug and she tumbled down, landing painfully on one shoulder and watching her sword clatter away. Blood was turning Rienna's tunic red from a long cut across her collarbone and the shoulder she landed on. The orc had apparently slashed at her as she came down, and as she got to her feet she froze - he held her own blade at her throat, and his evil grin spoke eloquently of what he meant to do next.

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Drake saw the trouble a few were in. As soon as the orc over Rienna was about to strike, Drake had his sword through it's gut. Dismounting, he used his foot to get the now dead orc off his sword.
"Watch yourself," he said before turning to get another...

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Rienna stumbled back onto her feet and managed to mount Star, but her sword was nowhere to be seen. Aeldor suddenly galloped past, tossing her a dagger, as orc arrows barely missed him. Rienna stabbed fiercely but her strength was quickly waning as the orcs' numbers dwindled.

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