Aryth grinned and said, "It won't be the last." She told her and pulled out her own two curved swords, gripping them tightly in each hand, bracing her feet for either a charge or a head on with the men's charge. She grinned a blood-thristy grin and awaited for the men to arrive.

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Shamíra tore through another Gondorian, blood spraying. She glanced up to see more soldiers pouring out of the city. She smirked. "Excellent. More game." She turned "Second wave approaching!" she called to the others, first in Black Speech, and then in the common tongue.

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Thanks to Revenge for the lovely set!
~Married Legolas of Gondolin April 6, 2006~<center>

( I am just making an observation, but it seems every one is ignoring each other instead of actually Rping. )

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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

The young girl from Rohan blocked a blow from one of the Gondorian soldiers. Regret flickered in her eyes as she ran her sword clean through him. The look in her eyes soon disappeared as she killed another...and another...and another.

(Yeah, I know what you mean Deawen-which I know I am completely guilty of. I guess I am just having trouble integrating my character as she is almost completely antisocial...)

Amarthiel grinned wickedly as heard Shamíra's command. Paring the blow of one Gondorian solider, she quickly slit the man's throat-feeling her dark heart beat with glee as his crimson blood splattered upon the ground. With that she parried the frenzied assaults of two soldiers with each of her daggers, her amusement increasing as they tried in vain to avenge their comrades. "Fools," she muttered, in a chilling tone. "I commend your courage," she said mockingly as she evaded their assaults. "But you shall find that you lack the skill to defeat one such as I!" With that she swiftly ran both warriors through, smiling as she felt her blades pierce their mortal flesh. Chuckling lightly, a sinister grin twisted her lips as the soldiers sank to their knees and crumpled to the ground. Turning to her side, she watched for a brief moment as the young girl from Rohan fought. "Impressive," she muttered in a neutral tone to her before turning back to the raging with daggers poised to kill.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Nia glanced at Amarthiel once and that nearly cost her. Pain seared through her shoulder. Her right hand went to his left shoulder, and her blood seeped through her fingers. Her left hand loosened its grip on her sword for a moment and she looked up and around at the battle. Nia, took hold of her sword again and raised it to block another blow abover her head. She kicked the man to the ground and decapitated him.

Amarthiel had little time to check to see how Nia was faring as another solider charged at her. Sidestepping his strike, she parried his second attack before plunging her dagger through his chest, not even noticing as his blood stained the ground a dark red. Hearing a yell of fury from her right she barely moved to the side as the stroke fell. Yet, for all her speed, she had misjudged his attack and she felt the young man's blade graze against her arm, cutting into her flesh. Grimacing in pain, she staggered back slightly, surprised that she had allowed the mortal to get the best of her. Clutching the wound she could feel her warm blood against her skin, and she withdrew her now crimson stained hand as she barely evaded another attack.

"You wretch. You slew my brother." the solider cried, his youthful face contorting in his rage.

Amarthiel glowered at the man, who was nothing more than a boy to her, angered that she allowed him to get the better of her. Ignoring the pain from the wound she evaded another strike and dived for her daggers that she had dropped in the fray. Grabbing the weapons securely, she blocked his downward strike and pushed herself to her feet.

"You were close, boy." she sneered, her icy lavender eyes holding his blue ones. "But I am never taken twice in battle," With that she swiftly cut her blade across his chest before slitting his throat. Not missing a beat, she turned attention to another warrior as the battle continued to rage on.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

the young girl with eyes of azure walked into the center of the ruined city she wasn't smiling her face was blank of all emotion. she needed to be higher up if she wished get the best effect. she found a tower that was still intact, alighted the steps with a skip till she was on top of the tower. she took a deep breath removed her cloak and raised her hands. as she did so flame sprang in diffirent places in the city. she was routing the soldiers towards her companions. the fire grew at her command and shrank when she felt the statement was made.
She glanced down at a line of enemy archers she frowned lowered one hand found the one that seemed to be a leader she mentally searched for this once finding him she clenched her hand, the power she put behind it was at first soft so not to alarm her victim then she slowly increased the heat so the captian would make rash desisions. Then she noted that her diffirent than the others she frowned again... " you are not an Enemy?....." she asked the captain, if he was able to respond she knew if he was friend or foe.

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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

(woah you wrote a lot!)

Angil started fighting the men coming towards her, enjoying the blood on her sword again. She killed a few of them, then she saw a woman who seemed to be in difficoult. she was one of them, one of the 'evil' ones. Angil remembered that her name was something like Nia. the woman kept a hand on her shoulder and fought with her left hand. "ehi" angil said, finding herself next to her "do you need some help?"

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As he walked up the stairs to the top floor he was met by one of the archers.
"We are in need, my lord! There seem to be more than orcs attacking us this time!"
Helcano looked up towards the archer and said in a commanding voice:
"Follow me!"
They both walked up to the top level where the archers and rangers where trying to organize a counter attack against the dark elves and orcs.
He was now trying to think up a plan on how to dispose of the archers in the building.

Helcano felt the pressence of someone else in his head, he started to feel lost in his mind. He knew this was a very grave situation and that if he would counter the heat with his own magic he could ruin his own cover.
The surrounding archers cried out as they saw there leader go down on his knees.
"My captain! Are you all right?"
Two of the closest rangers came to his side to get him up to his feet.
I know that it's you my fiery friend, don't forget the mist!
I need you too help me dispose of these archers. Could you use your power to create a bit of chaos up here?
Helcano reached for his sword and waited for his fiery boat companion to make her move.

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My former names on AU:
Callondhaer, Duilantion

From the corner of her eye Amarthiel saw another woman (Angil) come to join them-one that she had recognized as traveling in their party earlier. No doubt to ask the human if she needs help. she thought to herself as she struck down another assailant. Good. Despite the other's long-life, Amarthiel knew little of the other dark elf, and now would be a perfect chance for her to witness her skill in battle. "This has been of great amusement, but the time for games is over." she purred to none in particular as she summoned a ball of dark energy which she hurled at a group of charging soldiers, enjoying their cries of agony that pierced the air.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

At his responce Deawen grinned retreating her fire so not to harm him "with pleasure she responded
My name is Deawen...stand away from the others "
without warning a small flame flickered on the stone ground then flared up searing hot the flames licked the sky.
"beware of the others they may not know you to be friend...' she warned. she let the fire quickly die in all parts of the city to alow others to fight.

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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's still early in the RP. We have plenty of time to integrate the story lines.)

Shamíra grinned as a ball of magic whizzed past her. "Good shot!" she called to Amarthiel with a chilling grin.
Shamíra collected the Dark Magic between her hands before letting it collide into the soldiers in a bolt of searing lightning. The lightning tortured them for a moment before killing them. Shamíra cursed them in Black Speech for the sheer joy of watching them grimace upon hearing the foul language.

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Thanks to Revenge for the lovely set!
~Married Legolas of Gondolin April 6, 2006~<center>

Deawen sat on her perch watching the battle she had no reason to fight it wasn't her kind of battle anyway. she was high enough she couldn't be shot by stray arrows nor could she be seen. She watched the others fight noting each weakness or strength, she didn't think the others would need her and if they did they would never ask save Helcano, she kept her mind open just in case someone should need her... she methodicaly went over her clouded past...
the sun shimmering in the morning light, dancing on the dunes far away, nights that held music so sweet, so long. The air dry and warm scattering the sands. the memory was so vivid Deawen was startled at her surroundingswhen she opened her eyes. she sighed and stood up time to rejoin. As the battle was winding down, she asended the tower then went to find Helcano.

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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

((I seem to have missed a lot here...and yes, my char has only really talked to Revenge's char Angil, so I apologize...))

Aryth was still upon the hill, overlooking the massacre and battle. She took in one last breath, look at her comrades in battle, and rushed down to join them, both her her swords out and ready to kill.

Aryth came down upon her first victim (by sword, not by bow) and she grinned at him as she ducked down low to dodge the swing of his heavy longsword and she pushed her body forehead, completely giving herself into the battle, and she rolled into the mans legs, taking them out from underneath him. Before his body fell on top of her, she moved out behind him and took one of her swords and stabbed him in the back, killing him as she could feel the blade go straight through his body and she felt him breathe his last, and his body went limp. She grinned with pleasure and with hunger, and she quickly pulled her sword out of now lifeless body and kicked him, giving him one final send of to where ever he went to afterwards, and she ran towards Angil and the others, determined to help them.

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Nia glanced at Angil, "Nope, thank you though. I can handle fighting with my left hand." With determination in her eyes, she parried another blow. The determination nearly fell from her eyes. "I know you..." she whispered. Underneath the dirtiness, was her best friend, Riko of Gondor. Nia's eyes rang with sadness as she whispered,"Run away, run away now. Warn the others, now!!" Much to her surprise, he smiled and whispered back,"I will. There is still good in you Nia." Riko dropped his sword and ran off.