(darn, that really would have been a good one. I would have read every uncapitalized, misspelled, incorrectly punctuated word of it... )

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

cruel....

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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

alright here is the second attempt

Deawen woke to find herself bound to a stake, Argo sat in front of her in a carven chair smiling with triumph.
" not so powerful now?" he asked with a sneer Deawen scowled
' too cowardly to fight me yourself so you send a minion" she hissed Argo frowned "how dare you talk to me like that!" " I may talk to you as i please" she retorted he laughed " You? a Woman? of no importance to the affairs of men, who killed her brother and tried to kill her teacher...yes very admirable " he sneered It was Deawen's turn to laugh " you sneer at me for my troubles but Argo of Daggers here you lay your folly Argo of Daggers killed his master over power because the Old man would not name you a master saying you were not ready for it...."
Argo looked striken his face paled
" so in truth Argo of Daggers....A man? of no importance to the world, who killed his master and tried to kill his pupil....yes.."Deawen was cut off by Argo suddenly getting to his feet and striking Deawen violently then he grabbed her chin, his nails cutting into her flesh mercilessly forcing her to look at him. His Face was a frightening thing to behold anger fear and hatred showed all at once. " I loved you once you entranced me with your talent your grace even the way your moods shifted like the winds but you would not have me you said you could never love your heart was shattered but Deawen Dragonheart I know you can love why won't you love me?" Deawen stared at him with all the contempt of evil " I could never love a monster one who sees me as a lowly woman and not the equal to his heart..." He grimmaced at her words he searched her face lingering on her eyes trying to fathom those deep eyes.
" I could take you as my wife but why would i want a wife that would kill me in my sleep..."
"as you deserve" she hissed Argo stood up cut her bonds drug her outside yelling in anger " If I can't Have you No one should!'
He threw her to the now thawing ground drew his sword and aimed to hew her head off but stopped. she made no attempt to stop him he expected a fight from her. " get Up! If you wish do die honorably get up and fight me " he growled, Deawen quickly got up he threw down her sword which she picked up just as he landed the first attack. she parried then beat his blade back. he attacked again and again not giving Deawen a chance to attack. thus this continued till he overreached Deawen saw the opening and stabbed him through the chest he groaned " Thus ends Argo Of Daggers no more shall you haunt my footsteps!" with that she retracted her blade then let him fall and die.
Deawen turned around and saw Morwen she laughed and cried at the same time. [/i]

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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, it seems like an age has past since I last posted... Work can be annoying.)
*Sen, just finishing hewing down another dark angel, though bleeding from several cuts, suddenly felt as if his heart had been ripped out. He could no longer feel the connection with the medallion that he had given Deawen, and therefore, Deawen herself. The air around him began to grow cold, as his thought process continued. The tendrils of cold began to spread, and an icy wind radiated from Sen. It was not a heatless cold, as if touching steel in winter, it was as if the very heat of ones body was being sucked out. No. She could not be dead. He would not believe it. An orc tried to take advantage of this seeming pause, but swifter than any arrow, Sen siezed it by the throat, let out an ear splitting mournful howl, and drove the orc into the ground. His hair began to turn black, and the heat returned with a vengance. A scorching aura surrounded him, as he strode towards where he last felt her presence, uncaring of what enemy lay between him. He fought like a man posessed, swords glittering darkly, and burning whenever they met flesh. Yet suddenly, the noises around him stopped, and a figure stood in his way. Maleon.*
So, my dear Sen, how nice of you to pay me a visit. Come, let us end this, your miserable life.
*Sen looked up at him, and only spoke three words, the cold returning to the air again. His breath frosted as he spoke.*
Give her back.
*Maleon laughed.*
She is probably already dead, Sen. I care-
*The very stones at Sen's feet melted, as all the heat was released at once, his hair going fully black.*
GIVE HER BACK!

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen suddenly thought of her medallion she looked down at Argo's pale corpse clenched his fist was her medallion. she bent down and pryed his hand open retrieving the medallion. upon touching the pendant the gem flashed Deawen felt all her reserved power flood through her it was overwhelming, a comfort to know one's self again. She felt the connection to Sen open she even expanded her mind to morwen and anyone else that was near. she emersed herself into her fire she felt it take shape take hold of her body then suddenly release itself! fire leapt and licked the sky then took the shape of a dragon. Deawen smiled with pure joy, then turned her attention to Morwen her fire dissipearing.

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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

Her highway to safety turned out to be under the stinking orc's armor. It fit suprisingly well due to her height. She ran around and 'looked' for herself Breda, slowly making her way towards the edge of the camp. The one hitch was when some sort of a captain yelled and and asked what 'he' was doing. She answered in a gruff, gruff voice, "Looking for that human!" He waved her away, and she grabbed a mule and galloped back to the Phantom camp.

As she wrode back towards the camp, she felt a wonderful warmth wash over her, despite the cold wind rushing past. She arrived back at the camp, mostly empty, jumped off the heaving mule, ripped of her orc armor and found Breda. She jumped back on, despite the pain, and went to find Lord Sen.

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

Deawen stood motionless for moment all of her weariness returned in full force she had to find somewhere safe it was too far to walk back to camp. She heard something behind her she turned to see the darkangel from before drawn over by the scent of fresh blood he gazed at Deawen calmly waiting to see her reaction. She drew her sword and let her wings flare but she did not rush as she was too tired. he walked over to her but did not strike Deawen took a defensive stance ready to fend him off. He just laughed Deawen cringed, " You are too tired to fight me properly I would crush you before your first strike fell, " Deawen considered this as true but she wouldn't go down without a fight. with one last burst of energy she dashed to the side and ran for the edge of the cliff he chased after gaining ground faster than she was, just as she dived for the edge her grabbed ahold of her they both tumbled off the edge through pure instinct Deawen let her wing stretch as did his, she had dropped her sword in the fall. She bit and kicked him and he would not let go, he finally cought an updraft and they soared back up to the cliff he dropped her she rolled a few feet but was too tired to get up right away. he landed a few feet away his arms were streaked in his blood where she broke the skin.
" you are very clever but in vain little sparrow " he sneered wiping away the blood, she rolled to her feet slowly but fell back down he laughed at this futile stuggle. Deawen fell into a dark and deep sleep. Her dreams were dark reflecting what she felt and feared. THe dark angel ignored her and let her sleep he watched the battle from his perch.

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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

*Sen fought on with Maleon, bearing him back with the ferrocity of his attacks. With a spin, Sen caused Maleon to loose his footing, and fell. Sen stood over Maleon, and readied his swords to deal the blow that he should have done so long ago, when there was a spark, then, a flame, then an inferno that welled up inside of him. The link between Deawen and him had been restored. He paused, and that time allowed Maleon to recover and strike. Sen was not there, however; he had taken off, shooting skyward. There was only one thing more important to him than dealing just vengance to Maleon, and she, he saw now, was near the edge of a cliff, watched over and kept prisoner by a dark angel. He recognised this one; it was one of Maleon's Twelve, the leaders of the dark angels and commanders of Maleon's armies. Sen landed, and the dark angel smiled.*
So you have come for her. I thought you might. It will be my pleasure to end you, so that my Master can finally stand unopposed in his conquests.
*Sen only breathed deeply once, his hair and eyes reverting back to normal.*
We shall see, fallen one.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen stirred from her sleep but as one from the deep recesses of the mind. it was like from a dream... slowly a dark figure flew towards her. she reached out to it but the dark angel stood up and blocked her view. The dark angel never turned his back to Sen but walked backwards until he was close to Deawen. He picked her up by the neck so that she was standing. she had no more strength to fight and was limp but he was strong enough to hold her up.

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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

Morwen arrived at the camp where supplies and troops of reenforcements were running about, some to get back into the melee, but more running in the opposite direction. She grabbed her horn and gave three short blasts. "If I may enquire, gentlemen, where do you think you may run to? If the Enemy takes over here, there is no distance you may run to escape. If you wish to run, come back with me to the front!!" She looked into blank faces. At least they have stopped, she thought to herself. Finally, after an eternity, a young man with a large scab on his forehead brought his horse behind her banner and remounted. What seemed a flood followed reluctantly behind, not wanting to be outdone by a 17-year-old. "Excellent. Move out!!" she yelled, spurring Breda and the column back into the frey.

The first orcs they met fell to sharp hooves, the second wave to sharp spears and arrow-tips. When there was a gap in black-armoured forms, she turned to face the men, planted her standard, and averred their faces, "They shall come no further today! For Lady Deawen and Lord Sen!" THey charged again, this time with swords drawn. Then came one fo the hardest battles of the war.

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

*Sen readied his swords, and crouched low.*
So this is how you would fight? It is true to your nature, a coward! Then you shall die one, and fade away from all remembrance.
*There was a thunderous report, and Sen was an inch away from Deawen, swords passing by her on either side. There was a moment where time stood still, and Sen whispered a few words to Deawen.*
Deawen, I truly understand now what it means to love. I love you more completely than life itself. We shall fly now, you and I, to a better future.
*The three of them tumbled off the cliff, and there was a few seconds pause, before Sen, black wings beating the air down, flew over the edge, Deawen in his arms. The dark angel had been killed, dashed on the rocks far below. As Sen flew over the battle, Sen kissed Deawen on the forehead.*
You are safe, my love, and that is what matters most to me. Come; now we return to end this battle!
*Sen finished, as they landed back among their charging forces.*

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

It felt like a cloud had been lifted from her eyes, she saw Sen and hugged him refusing to let go. she noticed they were flying and quickly let go and let her wings flare out she glided next to him. " I was stupid thinking I could take on a dark angel by my self, " his words hit her like a pang her wings faultered and she dove down slightly catching herself. I have always loved you Sen, " came her reply as she didn't trust her voice.

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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

Morwen's force pushed its way through the throng to one of the Phantom commanders. She yelled over the din, "Sir! How goes the battle??" He savagely cut the throat of a charging orc. "There are too many pressing in from all the sides. How many did you bring?" he said. His accent said he was from Gondor. "I think," said Morwen, "If we pull back just a bit, to my banner, then charge, we can break their line in two and push them away from each other. I have about 50 cavalry, 60 infantry. We can divide and conquer!" He nodded, used signlanguage to convey his number--a good 300 total--and signalled to his squire to call the troops to fall back. His ox horn rang, a wall of shields came up from behind, and the forces in the middle slowly fell back. Some over-excited orcs were ut down with arrows, creating a no-man's-land in between. Back by her standard, the soldiers formed a wedge with cavalry in front and infantry just behind. The two commanders nodded to each other, and Morwen blew the charge. The ground shook with the hooves of 300 horses and the pounding feet of men. The orc commanders were unsure of what to do: some tried to flee, some fired odd arrows, others charged the advancing force. There was a terrible sound of rending metal as the soldiers clashed. "Keep moving! Form a barrier!! Separate them! Do not let our line break!!" she yelled desperately. If this were to work, the entire direction of the battle would change, and perhaps the momentum as well. Morwen rode to a small rise with a small body guard and looked to see what was happening. The black ranks of the enemy were beginning to split. She also saw a group of allied soldiers aground in a sea of black. She rode to part of the blue shield wall and asked them to do what they could. They nodded in their mysterious way and were off. Up from the lines came Eston, lookin quite bedraggled. "Morwen? What is this madness you've thought of?" She smiled, "Just the physics of the battle! Would you mind directing for a while? I'm getting quite bored." Before he could properly answer, she cantered away and joined the thin part of the line.

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