(ok, guys I'm back ^^ lol)

Eleshna quickly mumbled a 'hannon le' to Artinwe, though she was sure she would have been fine, and swiftly went back to fighting. She heard Deawen's cry and turned to see her amid the orcs, the phantoms scattering. Fighting her way to Deawen, she spoke while slicing several orcs. "You should cut out of the battle, it would only make it worse if you continue... put someone else in charge," she insisted.

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

Deawen heard what was said but she took no heed she had never bowed out of a battle before nor would she start Deawen fought harder slicing (slice and dice!) and stabbing the Phantoms regained thier rings and moved in a formation that was known as the ring of chaos sadly it made an enemy fight harder but it makes them make mistakes soon the phantoms charged through and all the orcs in the ring slain Deawen stood in the middle she was gasping for breath but she stood proud at all of the phantoms stood around her "my Brothers!..........we have a.....Victory!" Deawen shouted stopping to catch her breath the phantoms cheered Deawen smiled then walked towards Artinwe and the others she was smiling but she did not stop instead she went to her tent . she had a hard and painful time getting the armor off Deawen pulled the arrow out intact a black goo coated the tip it was poisoned. Deawen washed ans dressed the wound but she felt cold Deawen reached into her pocket pulling out a red gem stone she closed her hand and a warm glow came from the stone and a fire engulfed her then it vanished the wound gone Deawen felt refreshed no longer tired. she stared at the stone remembering when she was given the stone...

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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

Eleshna was amazed at the swift and efficiant way the phantoms reformed, and felt even more unworthy of being in their presence and nearly considered as one of them. Going off to the side, she sat down, wincing slightly, and cleaned the orc blood off her blades.

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

As the battle came to a close, Morwen fired one last arrow, hitting a fleeing orc squarely between the shoulders. "There. We're done. Now, all I have to do," she said, glancing sadly at her depleted quiver, "is go retreive my arrows. Oh, I hate bending over!"

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(lol Morwen!)

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

Deawen sat down she cleaned her blade carefully waiting for Artinwe to return.

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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

Eleshna finished cleaning her sword and dagger and sheathed them. She glanced around, and seeing no one, she looked down at her side where an orc had clipped her at the beginning of the battle. Aye, nothing I haven't been through before, she thought to herself and let out a long sigh, wincing only slightly. She could use some rest, she supposed, but the night had already been too active to settle down before morning. Deciding to see if anyone needed assistance in healing, Eleshna got to her feet and began to walk about the camp.

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

(ack. Missed the battle)

Darrell rode up the hill through the orc carcasses that littered the slopes around a camp at the top. As he rode into the cxamp he was challenged by a man.
"Who goes there?" the man said roughly, "What do you want?"
"I am Darrell, I'm looking for the one they call Deawen, I have heard of her attempts to rid the land of the remaining orcs and wish to offer my services". He looked around at the bodies on the hillside "by the looks of things they're doing a good job"

OOC: I need some help with a name for my horse. Anyone got any suggestions?

OOC:wait haven't you already joined the Dragon Tears? and as for a name describe the horse and i will help...

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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

OOC: I posted my bio a while ago but i havent joined yet. As for the horse, he's a bay stallion. Is that enough?

OOC: oh well then

hmmm bay .......give me some time i should have name

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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

(*brings rp to life* haha... ^^)

Eleshna, after going through the camp and assisting in the tending and healing of wounds, sat down at the edge of the camp, looking out over the grasses. She took off her cloak and it was soaked in blood. Pulling a cleaner, yet still travel worn, cloak from her satchel, she pulled it around her shoulders and sat silent. She looked up to see a man on a bay stallion ride into camp, but hardly paid attention, as though distracted by something else.

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

(I know you're a healer, but I just wanted to do that.)

Artinwe had taken pity on Morwen and retrieved her arrows for her. He disapproved of her fighting anyway, but archery was all right. He walked to his tent, and saw Deawen waiting up for him. He threw himself down on their bed, staring up at the canvas ceiling. "It's not even worth taking off my armour," he groaned. "They're getting braver," Deawen said. "A year ago they would never have attacked our camp. Strange, really, that they should be so courageous. They have no formal leader, do they?" "Deawen," Artinwe said gently, "I'm far too tired to care right now." Deawen laughed; a nice laugh, like silvver bells in a gentle brook. "All right, Master Sleepy-Elf (Sorry, I'm kinda tired), go to sleep if you must." She gave him a kiss, then blew out the lamp above the bed.

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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....

OOC: oh Artinwe will you stop making me feel all giggly!? everytime you post like that i get giggly! grrrrrrr.... though it does make me feel better.....

and i don't know what to post..... surprisingly well great....(call me when the next batch of orcs attacks)Oh i got something!

Deawen blew out the lap she sat at the edge of the bed thinking .... she was not used to being married she was used to being alone.

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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

(sorry RELLY REALLY buisy lately!!!!)

Jaden, after the battle waked over to his horse syndar and cleaned off his blade, checking over Syndar and and his pet dragon Azhur to be sure they were not injured.

Then healing his own owunds.

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