Daine threw up her hands in exasperation. "I give up! Trying to talk sence into you two is like talking to a brick wall, at least the brick wall dosn't talk back." Daine was nervous and longed to get back on the road, "Well I see if you lords and ladies have no further need of me I'll be on my way." She sighed, typical they use you until they think they don't need you anymore and then drop you like a stone. She of course knew secret byways and shortcuts to Bredena, but she wasn't about to offer her services for a job comissioned by gondorian rangers.

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Deawen shrugged " I won't tell you to stay or leave Daine that is your own free will " Faramir stood silently before taking back Deawen's attention " Deawen you have my word, do this and you will be redeemed return in a month with or without the Allaince but bring proof you went to Bredena in any case...Goodluck to you " and with that he bowed to Deawen and Sen " it was good to see you again my Friend" he siad to Sen before walking back to his men. in a single blink of an eye they were gone like summer rain..
Deawen looked at Daine for a long moment " are you comming or staying?" she asked

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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

Daine looked down avoiding Deawen's eyes, she grumbled under her breath and then said, "Fine I'm coming. But I call the shots!"she was looking at Deawen hard,"unless you want to become an orc dinner of be robbed by bandits, you'll follow my lead." She turned and stormed of in the dirrection of the stream, a few moments latter she came back. "And another thing I do expect to be paid, otherwise I'll leave you to take your chances with the wargs."

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Deawen returned Daine's gaze " do not take me for a Fair maiden in destress..." she warned " I'll pay four hundred gold coins half now half if we get back..." she said walking over to her horse she fumbled with a saddle bag and pulled out a velvet bag she opened it counted out two hundred gold coins. " see i know captain faramir will give back my land and title due to one fact I have no credit in Minas tirith my land is practicaly worthless to the gondorians none of my fine horses are stabled there nor my weapons it's not worth much to them.." she grinned " no use seizing something thats worthless. course it's the world to me " Deawen check

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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

Daine snorted, "I never said you were in distress." She turned on her heel and went o the stream. Sitting on the bank she dangeled her feet in the water and sighed, it would be hard to get them to Bredena without mishap but then they were willing to pay a handsome price. She grinned and though about how funny it was that the rangers though she was a boy, 'maybe I should go into disguise more often,' Daine thought happily.

((is it night or day? Don't take it personally, my character just has a temper xD.))

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*no no it's fine my character is used to it lol oh it's nearing dawn*
Deawen didn't reply to Daine she instead went over to thier forgotten camp and relit the fire using her gift. the fire suddenly hissed and turned black.a strange but fimilar tingle ran through her body... fear.. her medallion's gem burned a bright red as if warding off evil,she glanced over at Sen hoping..no praying he would not notice the sudden change in the fire. the fire quickly turned back to a red glow. "whats happening to me?"she asked her self grasping her medallion the medallion still glowed. Deawen shut her eyes and took a deep breath. when she opened her eyes a glossy film covered her sight she blinked trying to get rid of it with no luck. she focus on Sen for a moment " there.." a voice said in her mind. her vision cleared Deawen didn't want to think about what just happened so to keep her mind busy she started a very early breakfast.

Deawen fried up some bacon then with some Gruel like substance she added dried fruit. her mind was racing as thoughts poured in " the fire it turned black, my vision blurry ...what is going on? sleep! i need sleep that it im sure of it sleep of course lack of sleep is making me see things!" she said trying to convince her self. " breakfast!" she called

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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

Daine sniffed the air, 'Hhmm! Bacon, oh how long has it been?' she thought absent mindly as she wanderd back to camp. Her stomach rumbled loudly crying to be feed normal food instead of what Daine usually ate. Months living on the streets of Minas Tirith had been hard on Daine. She was far to skinny to be healthy.

((I'm going to be gone for the next couple of days with no computer access, so if anyone wonders....))

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Deawen whistled sharply presently Arenel came running with a brown gauntletin her mouth her tail happily wagging as she came up to Deawen. deawen smiled " where were you arenel?" the gauntlet was realesed and Arenel licked her face, burrs covered her body " You've been harrassing some ranger have'nt you? "Deawen laughed tossing a strip of bacon to her dog Deawen picked up the gauntlet letting her porriage cool.

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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: Sorry I have been away so long; school has been very annoying...)
*After bidding Faramir and the other Rangers farewell, he followed Deawen and Daine away. He laughed softly to himself; it would take a bit more than just a small band of orcs or bandits to bring him down, and he could move unseen if wished. Yet that made it so boring, so he decided to go along.*
Breakfast smells great.
*Sen said, smelling the sizzling bacon. Though a faint tickle in the back of his mind told him all was not right with Deawen; her cheery attitude was covering something up. Yet he trusted that if she truly needed help, she would call upon him, and he would not be long in answering.*

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

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Deawen smiled as she handed Sen his Bowl with the strips of bacon laying across the top. a finger touched the tip of Lord Sens Finger and like static on a cold winter's day a spark flashed. in the brief moment Deawen saw Black Flames again as it sent chills through her,Deawen almost dropped the bowl. Deawen forced a smile " hot.." she mumbled scooting over letting sen Sit down.
then as if nothing had happened Deawen began eating slowly while staring into the flames.

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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 saw something go on with Deawen when their fingers touched, and he noticed the contact. Something was troubling her yet again, and if their mission was to be sucessful, he would need to deal with it quickly, to prevent it from becoming a problem at a crucial time.*
Tell me your troubles, Deawen, for I can see you have them. I am an open ear.

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

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" i don't think you can help me My lord" she answered quickly
Deawen put her bowl down she was suddenly not hungry Aernel quickly gobbled down the remainders.
"it's my gift My lord...it keeps well i don't know what it's doing Instead of red fire I keep coming up with Black flame. I have consulted every scroll containing my ansestors gift and nothing is given on if this is a natural process. " her face looked very pale to were her eyes glimmered.
"this has been going on now for weeks i feel like im going to lose control again but not with my gift with this Black flame. maybe melechor's right the darkness is ever dwelt in me and is now showing" she smiled weakly as if telling was painful. "then when i touch you i see black flames my medallion flares everytime this flame appears as if it is warding off something. "
Deawen tucked her knees up under her chin " I hear another voice in my head sometimes... besides Artinwe checking on me it's deep...soothing phantom like and distant ...and some how fimilar i feel like i have met this voice on the road somewhere "
Deawen stared at Sen for a Long moment " is this natural?" her eyes pleading for some answer.

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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 was silent for a moment, before he replied.*
Magic is a fickle thing, Deawen; the energy released represents us, what mood we are in, or how well we have control. For instance.
*Sen held out his hand, and a small flame appeared on it. Before Deawen's eyes, it changed from red, to black, to blue, to green, and back to red again, before Sen closed his hand and extinguished the flame.*
Now, I do not know what can be causing this; only you do. As for the voices, that is a different story. I would never presume to judge you crazy, Deawen, though I will ask you two questions; what do they say, and who does it remind you of?

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

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Deawen had to think long and Hard about these questions.
" Besides Artinwes constant worrying and chittering...the voice tells me nothing it only speaks once and a while" she stopped to think
"there is what it said today and once along time ago when i first notice this i felt like something was barring my gift from me and the voice said stop fighting "
the second question was a puzzler
"if it's natural then why do i feel like it's no longer my gift?" she asked herself
"so many strangers i know, all sound unique"
Deawen struggled with her memory for a moment then she knew!
" Ma.." she started STOP! the voice roared in her mind Deawen covered her ears as the pain pulsed through her. Deawen shrieked from fright and pain.
Deawen lost control the air grew warm ...warmer Fire outlined her body but nothing caught fire. Bredol stamped nervously Aernel fled the camp. [/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

Watching from a distance, Macar saw the fire outline Deawen's body. Just then, Aernel ran towards him.

*He quickly jumped from the cover of the brush, catching the horse's reins. Macar then started to walk towards the camp.*

Hello, something seems to have frightened your horse. *Macar glances towards Deawen


Aernel is a horse? RIGHT? lol. Mind if I join the RP? if not I can delete the post.

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Do not draw you sword without cause, do not sheath it without honor.

no thats ok you can join...Aernel is a Dog Bredol is a Horse*

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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