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Xoroku turned around, her heart nearly stopping. "As you wish," She purred, walking forward with her sword raised and stepping over the Orc's body. She crossed her sword with his and gave him a malicious look before slashing at Faramir with no avail.

He moved forward as well in her way, leaving orc's head down on the ground, holding his sword tight keeping at his side and the shield was in his left hand. Gave her a frown, hatred look against her malicious look as he moved. Her purring voice made him more nervous than ever he was and provided him look at her in a more hatred way as they have crossed their swords and stared at her eyes with the hatred.

Faramir have no intend to wait her to make it start so he quickly started the swordfight, swung toward her. Stopped her attacks by his shield and swung again. This is repeated like 5 times.

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(( ok i will not post until someone interacts with me. i don't wanna get in the way of everyone elses post but i'll keep up with the story.. this is a really fun RP!))

He has been pulled out by Xoroku in a blink of an eye to a dark tower, he was breathless because of the pain felt at his back, in his bare hands. His screams could have been heard by all the men who fought back. After a while, his pain stopped since they stopped. As his hands were folded and regained its all-purpose, he listened her words carelessly, more likely thinking of any way out of this current situation. "You do not?" he asked suprisingly. "No need your creatures are doing very well" he kidded her. "Talking about what?? you entered into my realm uninvited and bothering manner, killed my people ruthlessly in a blink of an eye. I have seen you too. But if we must, let's talk"

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"so if we are to retreat and then your orcs will not move anymore till we regroup you say. A kid who is 5 years old even would not believe your ridicolous words and what would you have me say to my soldiers more then go on defending their homeland against you triumphantly. And what you meant by a cost. You have barely left a place to sit on. I am Faramir, the captain of Gondor." He looked at her frowningly

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Morwenna narrowed her eyes as Xoroxu confronted Faramir. It was obvious that she had no intention of hurting him, so she fitted an arrow to her bow. Yet something held her back and she lowered it.

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Shamíra glanced over at the captain and Xoroku. Rage swarmed up into her dark soul at the betrayal. She charged towards them, her eyes flashing dangerously. She glanced at Morwenna, her eyes now glowing with incurable rage. "Why do you linger? Kill the captain!" She felt an arrow shy off her armor, and she turned to face her attacker. She shot him down with the Dark Light quickly, then destroyed five more men before turning back to Xoroku and the captain.
"Despicable," she muttered darkly.
She saw a volley of arrow shoot past her as she rose her blade.
She turned once more, a party of archers with their bows trained on her every movement. She cried out with rage, and leapt from her mount's back, landing before them. Shamíra slew them in fury, then remounted. She glanced at Morwenna once more. "What ails you?" she demanded. "Why is the youngling still not dead?" Her eyes swept her surroundings. More orcs flooded towards her. "These humans cannot hold." she laughed fiendishly, and charged at three bewildered men.

Is it too late for me to join the RP? This looks like fun. Well here is my bio, if I can join.

Name: Amarthiel Narmolanya
Gender: Female
Race: Moriquendi (Dark Elf)
Age: 1,500
Status: Warrior
Eye color: Lavender
Hair: Raven black, long and straight
Appearance: Tall and beautiful with a slender built, her pale skin contrasts sharply with her raven hair that cascades down her shoulders and her cold lavender eyes. On her arm, she bears a scar of a claw insignia, seared onto her skin by her parents that now forever serve as a reminder of the cruelties she suffered at their hands.
Personality: Cold and distant; fearless and ruthless, she enjoys inflicting pain upon her enemies and only gives aid to the few she bears any respect for.
Weapons: A longbow and long twin daggers
Special Abilities: Wielder of Dark Magic
History: Born in the darkness of Mordor, she grew up in the shadows of a wicked family. Through their endless torments, she learned to survive on her own at a young age. Hardening her heart, she turned her rage inward, letting the pain of her past fuel her lust for vengeance. As she learned the arts of war and grew stronger in both body and spirit, she drew her sword against her family-taking delight as their blood-curdling screams pierced the silent air. As she stood among the carnage of her home, her sword stained with their blood, she turned her back on all that was fair, forsaking both love and honor; joy and hope; and joined the ranks of the Evil One.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Sure you can join!

^ Thanks! I guess I'll just jump in.

Amarthiel looked around at the men surrounding them, hatred filling her heart at the sight of them. For a brief moment her eyes fell upon the Captain and Xoroku, and rage filled her being as she watched them. "To barter with the enemy." she uttered with disgust, her hand moving to the hilt of her dagger. Yet, before she could take any action, a young solider charged at her. Amarthiel easily sidestepped his clumsy assault before drawing her twin blades, her steel lavender eyes blazing with fury. "Foolish mortal. You shall now pay the price for your bravado." With that she easily parried his strokes, and swiftly kicked him in the leg sending the man tumbling to the ground. She put her booted foot upon his chest, her eyes shining with malice, the joy of the kill filling her. "Please.." he gasped. "I have a family."
A sinister smile twisted Amarthiel's lips as the mortal struggled for each breath. "As did I. Long ago." she remarked coolly as she kneeled down and ran him through with her blade, twisting the dagger within his flesh. With that she turned from the lifeless form of the solider, her long dagger stained with his blood, and prepared to strike the next man foolish enough to attack.

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(wow elenriel. your last post was beautiful. it really painted thepicture...it made me cry. lol good job )

Shamíra smiled demonically at the cruel fate of the young mortal Amarthiel had slain. "A good kill," she remarked. At last, she said, the twisted smile returning to her lips. Someone with formidable talent for the Dark Magics and and intense hatred. I should speak to the Dark Lord of her. She might proove invaluable.
She glanced at a group of men to her left, backing away from her. Her eyes glowed with hatred. She dismounted, and ordered Hiruk remain where he was. She smiled cruelly as she drove the blade through the first and heard his last breath, then turned on the others.
"Please...please..." whispered a short one. He was a boy, perhaps no more than fourteen.
"Please what?" she snarled, beheading him swiftly.
"No!" screamed the man to the headless child's left. He watched in horror as the boy fell to the ground, his head rolling to his feet.
"Ah. Your son, perhaps?" Her venemous smile doubled. She knocked him to the ground easily and stabbed him. She wiped the blood of himself and his son on the side of his face.
Her crimson eyes swept the scene around her. Most of the men had retreated, the orcs purusing them. Flicking a lock of black hair over her shoulder, she remounted Hiruk. She called to the orcs once more, and ordered them secure the city. She cantered in the direction of Amarthiel. "You are the only one I shall entrust with this task as I am certain you are not apt to betray us." She felt respect grow within her dark soul for this dark warrior. "Round up any human stragglers, and eliminate them. Take a small party with you. I shall send reinforcements for you to secure the city. You shall command in my stead. I shall return within the week." she informed her.