Thinren looked up at Adestrea with slight shock. He walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"No..."
He said softly.
"Not yet..."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Adastrea looked up at Thinren, "Why?" She asked softly, half in confusion, half in relief. She did not even want to fight Balor, but she knew that she had to. Melachor had trained her how to kill without losing and she was going to have to use the skills one last time, at least she hoped one last time.

Thinren looked to the ground then looked into her eyes and spoke soflty to her.
"I don't want to loose you."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Adastrea bit her bottom lip at Thinren's words. Her eyes went to the floor as she tried to sort out her mixed emotions on everything. She looked back up at him and hesitated a moment, "If I don't, I may lose you....Balor knows more than you can imagine...that is probably why he went after you and not the others...."

Cora coughed slightly, "If you wish to discuss this alone, I can leave the room..." She said politely, then glanced at Jardius and her sword. "In my opinion... I do not care if Melachor claims you must do it alone, Lady Adastrea, but I think Balor needs to be faced by a few choice skilled warriors at your side. If he is a coward enough to run, then so be it that someone fires an arrow into his back... several for that matter, and without hesitation. Hesitation causes more losses later on..." she spoke firmly and with confidence.

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~Cyclist in Training~

"You have not listened to him at all have you Cora?"

Jardius said standing up.

"It was never matter of facng him alone, Melachor doesn`t care if she has an army with her, but it`s about she killing him and it will come down to that in the end... if we don`t fail.."

Jardius left the table and exited the room.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cora glared at the retreating back of Jardius, her mind still on her sword and dagger. She muttered under her breath.

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

Thinren nodded to himself and looked at Adestrea.
"He is right, this is something you must do. But I will be there to help you in any way I can."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Adastrea looked at Cora, then at Jardius and watched him leave the room. She sighed slightly, "He is right...even if I do have others with me, it would only be to prevent Balor's men from outnumbering me."

Adastrea hesitated a moment, "I am a trained assassin, it was Melachor's doing, but I went along with it, hoping one day to get out of Mordor. I did his will and my test was to get out of Mordor on my own, killing all who stood in my way. If I had wanted to I could have killed Neracelc with ease, but I hate killing others with all that is in me." She said quietly.

Thinren nodded.
"I am going to find Jardius and get your weapons back. Perhaps you two have things to discuss."
Thinren walked out and went after Jardius. He eventually caught up with him and called to him.
"Jardius! Wait, You didn't leave Cora's weapons."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Jardius picked the weapons off his belt as he walked on and dropped them on the ground as he headed towards his room.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Thinren frowned at his actions and shook his head. He picked up the weapons and walked back to the room where he placed the weapons carefully on the table.
"Here you go."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

[!*#_:]

Cora nodded slightly as she picked up her blades. "Hannon lle..." She examined the sword and dagger carefully before returning them to her own belt. "I do have one ... erm, let's call it a premonition... I believe Deawen is going to try something, though I have no clue what, but she's not the type to walk away from this sort of situation..." (^^ And not the type to walk away from an rp.... lol)

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

Silmarwen you have to be stalking me YOu KNOW TOO MUCH!
ohwell

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Deawen vanished from the place and reappeared next to her horse Bredol. "we have much to do and very little time" she sighed
Deawen suddenly reliezd she didn't have her swords and her knives..she knocked her head against the nearest tree. Bredol nibbled at her tunic Deawen turned and looked at her Horse "Roch!(horse) she stroked Bredols Neck.

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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

(^^ Cora is ancient, so yeah, she knows a lot by looking in a person's 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 have to go and get my swords" she mumbled

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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