Macar struggles to regain his balance, "Ok, now Im in a predicament, the one who brought me up told me one thing which I have always kept. Never hit a woman." Macar then brought his arm in a side swipe, hitting Deawen on the side of the head, knocking her into unconsciousness. " But there is always an exception." He lowers himself to Deawen as she lies on the ground, pointing the extending blade from the gauntlet at her throat, "Back away.......or she will most definately die."

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paces now we have to wait for Sen)
Deawen now on the ground knife at her throat and to add to the misfortunes she was Unconscious.
her mind swirled from fire to the likeness of water. Deawen painfuly opened an eye then the other her vision blurred she tried to raise 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

Macar looks at Deawen, then to Sen, "Its your choice, you rule her fate."




(Wow.....Didn't mean to take you out like that. Now there is nothing to do. What times does Sen usually post?)

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

(umm My lord Sen is Unpredictable he posts when he can. we shall have to wait till tommorow to find out.)

Deawen's vision cleared "argh" she groaned as she glared up at Macar
" remove your blade Sir Or I'll shall remove it for you!" she hissed

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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 looks down at her, his stature towering over her, "It depends, little woman, if you are willing to be at peace with me," Macar then extends his hand to her, "I offer my hand only once, take it, or leave it." Macar looked deep into her eyes, "And don't hiss. Its not very becoming of you." Macar glances at Sen, "And to you, I also offer my hand, though they are currently occupied in the present situation." He gestures with his head towards the blade, and the hand being extended to Deawen. "I am a great friend, and yet a formidable opponent. I do not fight out of will, but out of necessity."

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

(Unfair. Different time zones!)
*Sen thought about these words for a moment, before he made a decision. Yet, first thing's first. There was a crack of thunder, and Sen was on the other side of Macar, holding Macar's blade in his hand, examining it for a moment.*
An interesting proposition you have. We have many enemies, and few friends. Yet I have another word of caution; draw a blade on her again, and I will end you.
*Those last words chilled the air as Sen said them, an ultimatum.*

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

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(*still watching* Interesting.... finally...)

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

Macar looks at him in surprise. "She started it!" He gives a sarcastic smirk. "And me? I have no friends, for all men have done is betray me." Macar reaches down, helping Deawen to her feet. "Sorry about that." He then reaches into his vest, pulling out a certain weed. "Athelas, if you have enough of it in your system, you'll eventually become immune to nearly anything." Macar quickly packs it away. "And may I have my blade back?"

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{Name: Macarion Randir

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Profile: He was born out of wedlock, and abandoned by his parents after birth. An elf found him in the wild, and took him in as his own. He trained Macar in the arts of warfare and medicine. Eventually a party of orcs raided the place where they lived while Macar was gone, he returned to find the elf dead and his home burning. He then proceeded to track the orcs, slaying them all. Soon after, he hired himself out as a mercenary, eventually finding his way into the Ithilian Rangers, where he learned the art of stealth. Growing bored of the Rangers, he faked his death, escaping into the wild. He eventually made his way back North where he discovered a hidden armoury from ages past. Since then he has wandered Middle Earth.


Weapons: A 4 1/2 ft long sword, which he named "Wen." One dagger in his boot. And a gauntlet on his right hand, which conceals a 9 inch blade which extends by the press of a button.

Stature: 6 ft tall. 139 lbs. Dark Brown eyes. Black hair reaching his neckline. He tends to dislike facial hair, though he does have a mustache.}

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(Do you mind if I join in again? But with another character as well....? )

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

(sure we love you to Rejoin our merry fellowship!)
Deawen shoved his hand away and got to her feet without help.
"don't touch me" " who are you to tell me what to do " she said grudginly
Deawen picked up her blades and then scurried away sitting back at the fire facing him.

she sheathed the blades looking sullen and annoyed.
" athelas won't work against this poison I promise you " she said carefuly
Deawen reached into a pocket and pulled out a tiny glass capsule she carefuly opened the trigger again pulled out the prevouse capsule and repalced it with the new.
Aernel had scampered off again
Bredol still grazing
Deawen looked up at Sen " I don't know where Daine is but I think we should move on quickly.." Deawen reflected on her health sleep was a factor she needed she was close to exuastion. " I will feel a whole lot better once we are on the road"
"course this leaves the matter of Him " she pointed at Macar
" I have one way in mind but i know you Won't approve " she said tieing her hair up in a Pony tail. " I don't trust him "
she sighed rubbing a scar on her neck the went from her left ear to half way up to her right ear.

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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

(My dear RP'ers since Our Characters are on thier way to Bredena (City of Bells.)I thought i better post something about what Bredena is like so we are all on the same page.
Bredena is an Easterling City just south of the Rhun sea. the city is packed and spreadout. the Palace sits in the center of the whole choas.
the city is Bustling with trade,music,merchants and thieves.
the city and culture is sorta mixed with Turkish and western ideas and to keep with the Easterlings sorta like the Huns.
for the Men in our company. later you will find that men speak for the Women for Women have very little public roles they are most of the time kept tucked away. we will hopefuly see this later in the RP. Women (unless disguised) really don't talk to Royal officals let alone Royalty. Men have Absolute rule over what goes on in the company according to Bredena Law, so keep these in mind once we reach the city if you have any questions Please Pc me about it!)
you can about Imagine How Deawen is going to react with this new world...

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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

Deawen shoved his hand away and got to her feet without help.
"don't touch me" " who are you to tell me what to do " she said grudginly
Deawen picked up her blades and then scurried away sitting back at the fire facing him.

she sheathed the blades looking sullen and annoyed.
" athelas won't work against this poison I promise you " she said.

Macar looked at Deawen, then at Sen, " First, I didn't tell you to do anything, and seco...." His head spinning, unable to focus, Macar suddenly loses his balance, falling face first onto the ground.

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

if you have ever seen a cat interested in something right in front of them. how they perk up their ears and stretch thier necks this is how Deawen looked.
" Good now lets tie his feet throw him into the river and lets leave!" she grined
" don't look at me i didn't poison him " she added
getting to her feet she nudged him with her foot.

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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

(Great, thanks! *smiles* Her bio is here http://ruaathiat.proboards106.com/index ... 1148481643 No need to read the entire story... as usual, with many of my character's, the story is too long for its own good *chuckles*)

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

*Sen began to wonder how they would ever complete the mission with all these delays and fooleries. Deawen's life was on the line. Oh well. He sighed as he knelt beside Macar, and placed his hand on him. A small glow formed around Sen's hand as he drained whatever poison was in his veins.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )