i want a B2 to fly over and mwhahahaahaa)

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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

(soory guys I am trying to end this war between me and daewen, Deawen what do you say about raping this up, becouse I have to agree that this war is starting to kill the post, after the end of the war could I move it to when you get to rohawn, becouse I think posting your long ride will also kill the post...

Please post answers and deawen post your counter move.
No B2 Bombers though

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(*blank expression* Er, yeah, no problem)

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

i wanted to have a B2 fly over and of course i want it to end i mean come on Tony im a sore loser lately)

the Phantoms buckled and slowly worked their way back to the main host commanders called out to Midira " my lady it's too much we cant hold much longer on the left flank the right flank is failing as we speak we have no chance to counter attack!" Midira took it in " then let us fall back " and suddenly the wave of phantoms moved as one back towards the river. crossing the river and from ther midira stood on the edge waiting.

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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

Suddenly arrows flew from every derection taking phantoms down like rain falls of a hard storm, all the arrows were aimed for the necks for a frosured instant kill, some missed but most hit their target. gates were readied, the men under the kings command positioned them selves on the other side of the river, and readied their "snipers" and they shot from across the river. the ash had stoped. the dragon lifted off, ready to give asistance but making sure its soft spot was always facing away from enemy fire, the king readied an arrow, It was made of a sterdy black wood with a sharp steel point, " hell's angles shall rise and embrase thy in their loving embrace, demons." "And with them the last days of the old ways will come to close." He shot the arrow with such amazing force that the bow shattered as the arrow left its hold, it flew with such prosition and foce that the whistle of it could be heard for miles, a phantom raised its shield but was to late his head was ripped clean off his shoulders.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Thoren woke with a startle, he was camping on his way to folw the Silm and the stuwardess, sweat ran down his forehead his true age finaly showing itslef, he looked at his hands they bled from an unkown source. His life was about to close about him, the vision came clearly to him once more and for hopefully the last... He stood on a firy mountain dead strune every were, battle in the back ground, the king, a ring raith now that the rings were joined, 4 dragons flieing over head, they drew blade and then blood spilling over his vision and his life flashing before him showing his porpose his path all the things that had lead to this moment, his one porpoes, to cure all sin, but he also knew it would be for nothing the oldways will inevitable fall to little of the old ways existed now. he rose grabed his belongings, hawk on shoulder, he mounted a hourse called nightfire and the roused the camp, the camp had men, dwraves, and elves alike, right after rowhan's fall they would make it a base and then head for gondor then the kings fortress, the final battle.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(alright...I'm back)<br>
The horses had finally rested long enough, atleast long enough to Eomira's standards. She gathered up her things and loosened her swords in their hilts. She turned to Dhod and murmured, "Let's go."

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Releasing a heavy sigh, Dhodrimme nodded and gathered loosely the reins of her steed, swinging to mount the horse with an easy leap, though her expression was grim, the age of many years shown in her grey eyes.

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

I hate to be a pest..ok lets face it i am a pest ok im not going to say it here i just wait till monday.

Terror suddenly Gripped the younger Dragon tears they had never seen a well thought out battle before. Midira still standing at the rivers edge lifted up her hands and shouted letting the wind carry her voice.
" Let Darkness fall ! take heed to the night for it is the time!"
She sighed and turned to her captains " make ready the catapults at nightfall send forth blazing ruble and the dead soldiers"

:note: this is not based off LOTR it is an old tactic Death brings plauge

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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

(two things, by flinging dead, you inveutably bring pluage to your ranks as well. also I thought the dragon tears and phantoms didn't use catuplots... Having this knowlege toward the begining of the war I would have taken out those...... Oh well, I can do it now with some difficulty. Also if the pest thing is about the rings and the shattering of the bow and things remember that he does have two rings of power.)

THe king from his posision saw the catupults begin to raise. and wondered how in the world of middle earth they consealed them. He turned to his men and yelled for the snipers to aim at the ones raising the catupult and fire archers to aim for the warmachines, then for the lancers, and sheid men to go to the front, lastly he ordered the besercker to prepare to charge. Hethen landed and armour was brought to his dragon, the oposing fources took advantage of this and fired at the king, one got him in the arm, he dismised this pulling it out. grabed a bow from one of the plain archers that were to just witle down men and fired at a joint in the warmachine, The arrow whistled the bow shattering and broke apart the joint cousing it to colapse apoun it self killing all that was under or sometimes near it. ( it actually created a hole in it that was suficiant enuf to couse the joint to colapse on it self, his is possible by the way deawen and I know you'll rant about this monday after reading it. ) more fired on him and he was forced to fuse with the dragon, the armour was placed one right before the armour died. the dragon ate the deing body and took flight, it then soft spot protected, flew for the catapults then the dead began to flie right when he got almost to the other side of the river, The snipers did a good job of witling down the catupoults, only three were operating. five were being put out, four were burning husks, one was destroyed beyond repare for the situation. And ten were having trouble raising it up, with the men being witled down. Though they were slowly making progress, the flieing dead would have to wait, they would inevitably couse pleague on his side of the field but that would take days for it to spread, this also ment that the men would fight harder for the prospect of their families living very comfrotable lives, for they had died on the "winning battle" fighting for their king. and in their eyes these men were worse then the king, they would not surrender under the lies he had forged.( he was not lying about the families of the decist part, just to clarifie) Another dragon took flight, this was his genral. together with the help of the snipers and archers, flame arows had stoped and begun to help the other archers widdle down the forces. they began to destroy the catapults. aiming for anything that was combustable and flamable. He would not settle for failer.

(can't have you getting to far in your catupult skeam, I a determined to get the rebel story back on a roll and to start on the secound war that will end the post, also I would like to know how long you guys want the secound war to last for I know that Deawen is starting to get tired of this, she was never really good about staying intrested in something for to long unless it was a WW2 post or some other historical event...)

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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the forum is green......NO!!!!!
ok i can't wait for monday so meh first off how we conceled the catapults easy we kept them on the other side of the river. second DUDE we are out of range i havent even set up the darn catapults third IM STILL OUT OF RANGE! argh! fourth we havent set up yet so you woudl not know! and YOUR GODMODDING! there im done now that i sound like a horrible person that constantly nit picks but still honestly. )
im not posting....im out of ideas and interest..meh i need to read more battle plans.

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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

(o.o You guys seriously need to end it.... Run or something Midira... or die or whatever.... or I'll die and leave the post anyway << )

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

your right ok now to flee fly run whatever. i dont' wanna die just yet i have a catapult to use!

afew catapults collasped under the counterwieght ( i refuse to say it was tony kings men) Midira cursed this disadvantage she turned to a captain " why wern't these ready and treated? " she hissed " set up to fast mIlady the timber is too weak, we can't hold like this!" Midira sighed " then pull back to the north we don't want to be caught in the sea " the captain bowed a horn sounded and all the diffrent flags esembled . once again they Mounted their steeds and rode to a diffirent location.

once deep into Ithilein they camped. Midira was in a quiet mood she didnt' eat or talk. one of her captains decided to break the silence " my lady do not be troubled this was your first battle. your mother woudl be proud " midira wheeled " PRoud!? i lost! My mother never lost !" " Lady Midira if your mother heard that she would wish she was dead. your mother lost many great battles but she bore them as fate not degradeing " Midira stared in disbiefe the captain pointed to a chest in the far corner of her tent " i woudl highly advise that you read whats in there"

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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 men cheered and they headed home heroes. today was a good day.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

Silm could you guys post, for I think that me and Deawen are waiting on how you guys begin, remeber that we have skipped ahead to were you reach Rohan.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(okie day..time to get to Rohan...this will be short)<br>
Eomira gazed upon the Plains of Rohan. The plains stretched forever and Eomira had the feeling that nothing could possibly be wrong is this beautiful place, but her eyes were drawn to the mountains in the distance. The beauty was stained once again, and she was reminded why she was here.<br>

(go ahead Dhod)

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