Deawen tumbled down the slope with the creature, she grabbed a sapling and stopped her decent, the creature had already stopped and was poised to fight, Deawen was still recovering from the spinning she felt sick to her stomach. She stared at her opponet it was a wolf, it snarled at her threateningly. She saw Anira's lightening bolt the wolf glanced at it Deawen took the distraction and rushed at the wolf. The wolf shied away at first Deawen thought it was a trick of the eye she thought she saw it take human form. she shook her head and confimed it was now a human dressed in wolf skins. This time wolf-man charged first with a sharp sword that she seemed to miss Deawen held up her sword ready to impale him, he swirved to the right and beat her blade away stabbed downwards. Deawen rolled away just in time, she stabbed as he stabbed. Her blade only grazed his shoulder, he screached something and got to his feet, deawen did likewise, now it was serious. Deawen assumed by the rustic clothing this
man had never really had any skill with a blade.
She was wrong...horribley wrong... not only was he skilled with a blade to match her own, he was twice as strong. Parry after parry beat cut after beat cut thrust after thrust to no avail, finaly Deawen had an idea she sheathed her sword then dashed up the slope, the Man gave chase Deawen zig-zagged through the trees. just as she came to her camp she stopped and turned the Man ran into her both falling into the snow. Deawen drew a small dagger and pierced his right shoulder. he gave a howl, Deawen rolled away drew her sword and came to her feet. " Why do you attack us in such a manner?" Deawen asked the man looked at her with a grim smile " Mashter says to kill all treshpasshers, he says they kill our cubs" Deawen stared at the man " This is not true I did not come up here to kill cubs" she retorted she noticed that the man was starting to breath hard as if dying, she knew she didn't stab him in the heart she stabbed his right shoulder, she looked down at her dagger and muttered a curse, she grabbed her most deadly dagger... the poisoned one. she dug through her pockets and pulled out a vial " drink" she commanded he looked at her coldly " Call your men off, first" she said The man Howled in protest Deawen growled back " If you don't you will die a painful death!"
he howled again this time in pain he took the vial drank it's contents he watched her warly " You are a woman who fights like a man..."
he said Deawen smiled her crooked smile " I have to protect my pack, and cubs, " he nodded in agreement the potion began to reverse the poison he took a deep breath and got to his feet " why do you not kill me?" he asked Deawen straightened " i don't kill men after dark only orcs, " He howled it was returned by several others " charisha nogt heaulin maguaev loahg herwulf" he said in a language she did not understand at first. He scammpered off into the woods and vanished in the mist. Deawen sighed and returned to the camp mulling the words around in her head charisha nogt heaulin maguaev loahg herwulf"
she laughed when she regonised the language
Morwen would love this.
Eston came up to her looking her over for wounds he frowned and pointed to her left eye " get in a fight?" he asked quizicaly Deawen touched the corner and saw felt it bled freely.
" charisha nogt heaulin maguaev loahg herwulf" she said to Eston, he looked at her with slight shock. " Eston don't look at me that way, I want you to translate it" she sighed as he smiled " my clan will never forget the she-wolf that fights with deadly plants" he translated " but how does that tie into this?" he asked Deawen laughed " it was just said to me, " he shook his head " but thats Dunland dialect " Deawen shrugged and walked past.

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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 horrible howls and cries emanating from their foe were reassuring in that Imlosiel knew that there leader had attained victory, but at the same time they sent chills throughout her body; these in addition to the ones already ransacking her body from the frigid air.

The terrible sounds of pain soon died away, and she waited to she whether Deawen would return, and in what shape.

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Morwen awoke to the acute stinging on her hands, wrists, and face. She rolled onto her back with a moan. Up, up, she told herself. She sat up and saw that the fog was clearing. The malicious presence which had permeated the air during the attack had also vanished. She looked down at her hands and saw the blisters forming. She couldn't see anyone nearby through the last wisps of cloud. "Deawen! Imlosiel! Raelyn! Anira!" she yelled, hoping she didn't sound panicked. Logic told her that if the battle had been lost, she would not have woken up.

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Anira looked up as she heard the piercing howl and the wolves vanished into the darkness. "Deawen..." she whispered, sensing that she had something to do with this. Sheathing her blades she scanned their surroundings as the mist began to dissipate. With that, she spun quickly around as she heard Morwen say her name. "Morwen, are you alright?" she asked as she knelt beside the other woman.

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Morwen saw Anira emerge. "I need help bandaging my hands. Otherwise, I think I'm fine. Could you help me up?"

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Deawen emerged from the receeding mist still bleeding from her left eye. She found Morwen and Anira first " are you ok?" she asked. " I think we are safe for now where are the others?"

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Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

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Anira nodded and gently pulled Morwen to her feet. She then turned and nodded as Deawen joined them. "I'm fine, but Morwen suffered some injuries," she stated while indicating the woman's cut hands. "As for the others, I am not sure. We were separated in the battle."

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" Morwen what did i tell you about playing with fire?" Deawen gently took Morwen's hands " I'll take the heat out of those wounds but i can't heal the skin, just make you more comfortable" " lets get her back to the camp this will tax my strength well whats left of it" she said to Anira. Deawen helped Anira get morwen back to the camp after seating her down, Deawen sat down infront of her. Taking morwen's hands again she concentrated on the wounds. Deawen was already tired from the days journey and fight, she sighed and began to take the heat from the burns.
" That fog was not natural, it surpressed my gift like a wet blanket, I have never felt that before...."
She finished her work with a shake of her head, she bent her head with a sigh, " Eston you have first watch, "

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Imlosiel rushed through the snow to her fallen friend, who was already being healed by Deawen. When she had finished removing the heat of the burns from Morwen's hands, Imlosiel stepped forward with a handful of bandages.

With a small laugh she said "I have had my own share of mishaps and injuries throughout my travels, would you allow me to dress your wounds?"

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"Yes, that would be good," she said. She tried to flex her right hand, but the stinging prohibited movement. "Of all the blaces to fall, into the fire..." she sighed. "A lot of good I'll be for the next week."

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Deawen nodded in agreement " the good news is no one lost their lives this night, Tommorow we ride to the last outpost from there Orome only knows" She said, sitting next to Sen.

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Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Imlosiel took Morwen's hands into her own, applying a soothing salve to the singed skin. She wrapped a few layers of gauze around each hand. Enough to that the skin would be protected from the elements, but not so much that Morwen's hands would be rendered useless under a mass of thick bandages.

"There," Imlosiel said, "They should at least feel start to feel better now that they are protected from this freezing wind."

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"Thankyou. That is much better," said Morwen with a smile. "I might even be able to hold the reins." She saw Eston draw near to the camp. "Eston! Have you seen any of the others?" He called back, "No. I'm sure they're fine. Who knows, they may have found something. I'll check up on the horses."

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" Camria is trained to respond to knee pressure, you won't need reins..." Deawen said from the ground, she had wrapped herself up in her enormous cloak and laid down. she looked twice as pale as normal but a fire sprang from the embers without wood. " I can't do this, I can't keep it up like this, This cold takes every reserve I have...." she told Sen. Closing her eyes

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Morwen turned back to Imlosiel to thank her once more before she went to set up her tent. Without warning or reason, a wave of pure hatred swept over her. It lasted barely a second, but it hit like lightning. She winced a bit, but was able to say, "Thankyou, again. I have to...em, tent." She got up and gingerly lifted her bags with her fore-arms, trying to explain away the angry blip.

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(I'm back! Sorry I was away for so long; my family and I were away on holiday, and I had no access to the internet.)
*Sen walked out of the clearing mist, towards the small fire. He was freezing, and soaked; he had tumbled with one of the wolf men into a small river, breaking through the ice. He had sensed something was strange about them; their hesitant attack, and their intelligent minds. He did not draw his swords against the one he fought, but rather tried to wrestle him to the ground. He was able to speak to him, before releasing him. It was this conversation that he now wanted to tell Deawen. He found her next to the fire, a scant second after her call reached him.*
Then let me lend you some of mine, what little I have left.
*He touched her shoulders, and a fiery warmth spread through her. He called all the others closer to the fire, and, after a brief forray into his saddlebag, he returned with a small pouch. Handing out a small, diamond shaped fruit to each of them, he explained their purpose.*
These are the firegem fruits, some of the last that exist in Middle Earth. They come from my home, from the now dead gardens of the king. They will restore strength to your limbs, long enough for three days hard travel, and more importantly, they will warm you from within, though for not as long. Each fruit will have one seed, and they are precious, so if you could please return them to me, so that the firegem may yet bloom again. On another note...
*He paused for a second, seeming to get lost in the fire, before giving a shivver, and continuing.*
On another note, I was able to speak with one of our previous attackers; it was not they who caused the mist, though it provided cover for their attack. The one who convinced them to attack us was wearing a white fur cloak, and a dark blue hood. Other than that, the one I spoke with could not say.
*Sen then fell silent, as he drew closer to the small fire, his soaked clothes slowly drying in the cold...*

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