Ok, *Clears throat.* Sorry bout that.


Macar guides the dog back to the camp. He looks around for a second, then turns to Deawen. "Nice Dog." *He lets the dog go, as it goes to lay near Deawen.

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

Deawen still ringed in fire watched Macar approach suddenly without warning she vanished and reappeared inches away from him then the fire turned dark and she opened her palm and released a stream of fire pinning him to the nearest tree she pulled out a dagger and held it to his throat
" how are you?" she asked her voice slightly animated.

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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

*Pinned against the tree, Macar looks at the situation. He thinks about reaching for his sword. But after a steady glance at the dagger near his throat, he speaks.* "Me? Im fine? and yourself?" *Macar slowly raises his index finger, pushing the dagger away from his throat. He proceeds to step away, putting a distance between himself and Deawen.*

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

Deawen sent a stream of fire agaisnt him again pinneing him back to a tree..." i do not advise such actions"

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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

"Ok, I guess Im not going to walk out of this one." looking at the fire around him, Macar sends a quick note of sarcasm to Dea. "I've never really taken advice from a woman.....but judging from the....err......ever heating situation, I will." Macar then slowly raised his hands in submission.

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

* nice zorro rp, Zorro meet Sen and Daine and likewise *
Deawen did not look amused
suddenly without warning the fire grew more intense
Deawen's eyes glistened with fear and rage.
fear of what she was doing but rage at being hurt by an enemy could not see.
she saw this intruder as her enemy thought she knew he really wasn't she could not stop herself.

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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

Macar, closing his eyes, thinking to himself. " I don't like the look of the situation." He opens his eyes, seeing Deawen's eyes glistening with her fear and rage. "I bring no harm to you!" Macar reaches for his sword, throwing it to the ground at Deawen's feet. "Please stop with the," Macar gestures with his hands, the fire barely burning his weather worn hands, "Fire thingy."

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

*Sen sighs, and stands up. The air begins to go cold, and the flames die away. If one looked closely, they could see flames licking out of Sen's closed hands, as he absorbed the fire, and put it out quickly. He draws his sword, and joins Deawen, the impossibly sharp edge of one of the black katanas humming an inch away from Macar's neck.*
Calm, Deawen. I do not wish for your anger to be arroused in such away, for it is powerful. Not for such a trivial matter as one man, alone.
*He turned to Macar, and smiled slightly.*
However, spying on anyone is not recommended, and so what I do recommend is that you explain yourself quickly, if you do not wish to be looking at your toes as we walk away.

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Macar then notices Sen, he looks at him for a second, then turns to face Deawen again. "Ah, ok. Simple! I was just walking along, and..." Macar turns to Sen, "Don't underestimate me!" he raises his finger in a mocking movement. He turns to Deawen, finishing his sentance, "And I saw something.....unnatural, over here. Which would be, um, you on fire." Macar pauses for a second. Waiting for an answer from either of them. He takes a moment to brush the edge of his cape back over his shoulder.

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*Sen begins to laugh, as Macar swept the cape over his shoulder.*
My, Deawen, we have an arrogant little spy here. Perhaps it is not I who is doing the underestimating. A word to the unwise; rudeness gets you nowhere.

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Macar looks at the two for a second. "I am Macarion Randir, many just call me Macar. I am no spy by your standards. I travel the land, looking for a fight. I am a mercenary. Might I ask where abouts are we?" Macar asks with a peculiar tone in his voice.

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Deawen's fire put out made her irritable. "show off' she mumbled
" i don't like other mercenaries..." she hissed. on the hilt of the dagger there was a trigger she pulled it back then realeased it it made a snapping sound but then the sound of glass breaking followed. a clear oozy substance flowed from the mouth of a dragon on the dagger down the blade. Deawen knew if he was indeed a Mercenary he was an equal or even greater threat. Deawen didn't waver her blade.
" My lord I say we get rid of him...the sooner the better"
Deawens expressions were bitter and unmoving

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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

Finding him self in an even tighter situation, Macar rose his hand to Deawen's face. Slowly and slyly, he brought his middle finger down under his palm pressing what appeared to be an ornamentals design on his gauntlet. A 9 inch blade suddenly petruded from the gauntlet, just a cm. above his knuckles. The blade was aimed at Deawen's throat, "Now, if you would be so kind," Macar gave her a pleading look, "lower your weapon, or face the consequences." Macar turned his neck to face Sen, "AND YOU TOO! OR SHE DIES!"

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

*and the plot thickens..*
Deawen hesitantaly lowered the Dagger then dropped it.
her expresions still bitter and unmoving she never let go of his gaze.
a hint of cleverness and " i know something you don't" look passed over her eyes.

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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

Macar notices the 'I know something you don't know' look. "Ah yes, the oozy substance," Macar hardens his gaze at her, "Im immune to every potion known, except for that of the Dark Powers, you see, I was raised by a lone elf, and he taught me all there is about potions and poisens." Macar let out a jolly chuckle, "Can we just be friends? I can explain it all." He then notices Sen's serious face, "or not..."

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" I doubt it" she grumbled
still with the knife under her throat she waited for something to happen when nothing happened she grew impationte she let her hand fall back into her cloak grasping a knife she drew it with lightening speed she jabbed upwards with the pommel hitting him just under the armpit (mind there is a sensitive gland there) then switched to the blade part and prepared to stab him under the arm.

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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