The Raiders suddenly stormed through the edge of the camp surrounding the travelers. Deawen sprang to her feet unsheathing her sword and pulling on her hard leather mask all in the same fluid motion she attacked the first raider that was unfortunate to come near her. The raider clashed swords with her's a loud ringing followed the raider then faked a left then tried to use his wieght advantage but Deawen saw this in time and clapsed her small delicate hand on his throat he was smiling under the scarf over his face Deawen smiled back and in an instant a spark form her fingers he was suddenly ablaze. He ran around shreiking till he fell on the ground writthing. Deawen spotted her Dagger nearby she ran towards it as atleast twenty other raiders poured in around them. the raiders attacked everyone with a ferousios energy three took on Macar Five to sen and three to Daine. Deawen grabbed her dagger just as she was pulled back by a raider She yelled and tried to stab him but he Threw her towards the fire, Deawen caught her balance and did a hand spring back to her feet. she was now surrounded by many raiders Deawen wasn't daunted behind her mask she was smiling. She shifted her wieght like a lioness ready to attack her prey The appearent leader of the raiders Laughed at her " Come now give us your valuables and we will leave you alive..Resist and we kill you or sell you as slaves!" he taunted Deawen Grinned " leave Or I will kill you...I don't take prisoners" She replied once again the leader laughed his men joined him. Deawen raised one foot slightly then stamped it down and thrust her arms forward like she was going to push a mighty boulder. Fire Shot foward killing three Raiders where they stood.
(I thought you guys might need some action)

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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

((Yeah action!!!))

Daine twirled her staff in fighting movements, but there where to many of them. "Give it up boy, your no match against us." a man with a horrid leer laughed at her. They think I'm a boy, Daine smirked and grinned back at him. "At least I'm not a half-witted, snot-nosed, flea-bitten dog like yerself." She turned her staff up and then down in a sweeping motion, knocking him off his feet. She knew it was useless, but at least she would give him some of his own medicine. The other two had her by her arms in an istant as the other man staggered back to his feet. "You'll pay for that, whelp," he said, and gave her a slap across the face, "nobody insults me and gets away with it!" She stuggled against the men, but they where much bigger and stronger than she. "Come on, kill me then! I'm not afraid of death."

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Deawen quit the Fire as she felt her energy fall She Charged forward Dagger in hand one of the Raiders tried to knock her over she leapt into the air vaulted over his shoulder and quickly stabbed him at the base of his neck with the dagger. He stood stunned then he started shaking he screamed and fell silently to the ground Deawen had a new face under her mask the face of satisfaction. Deawen turned to See Daine she quickly whistled and Aernel came out of nowhere she bounded to Daine and started biteing the raiders legs.

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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

"Oh." Murmered Macar, he jumped to his feet, drawing his sword. He struck one man dead. He tossed his sword into the air, catching it with his left hand, he pressed the button on his gauntlet, the 9 inch blade extending itself. He parried one man with his sword, then drove the gauntlet's blade into the man's throat, blood pouring on Macar and the man. He swirled around to face the third and last man. Macar blocked his blade with the gauntlet, and swung his sword hard and fast, cutting the man's arm. The man flinched for a second, then attacked again. This time Macar was ready. In one clean and swift move, he beheaded the raider. A wave of blood rushed up coating Macar's face and staining his cloak. He stopped for a second, turning to Deawen, "You ok?"

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Macar rushed to Daine's side, shouting. He drove his long sword into one man. He fell dead. Macar turned to the larger man who was menacing Daine. "Hey you! Big Boy!" taunted Macar, "The man turned to face Macar. In a quick move, the man gave Macar a blow to the head with his large, heavy fist, catching even the former ranger off guard. Macar was knocked to the ground, dazed, he looked up, and saw the man step towards him. Macar looked up at the man. Slowly, he reached for his sword. He grabbed it firmly by the hilt, and swung it at the man's leg, cutting it clean off. Once again blood stained the ground, and the man fell, screaming in his agony. Macar took the blade from his gauntlet, and thrust it into the man's side. He died. Slowly kneeling up, Macar rubbed his head, which started to ache from the blow he recieved there. He was still in a daze, but managed to get to his feet, his sweat mixing with the blood of his kills which splattered onto his brow. He wiped his face on his sleeve, smearing the blood into his face, giving it a slightly reddish tint.

P>S>(Ummm....Is this a little too bloody? Cause my idea of Ancient Warfare is something out of 'Braveheart,' 'Gladiator,' and 'The 13th Warrior.' If it is, I can edit it.)


P>S>S> (Would it be ok if I invited one of my friends to join this rp?)

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(sure have em join. too gory? hey I have one rule about fighting "war is messy so stop trying to cover it up)
Deawen's satisfaction grew to it's height her gift rose as it consumed her thoughts and body so much she let it rim her sword and dagger she walked slowly as if in a trance towards her enemy who stepped back in fear of the sight. the leader dropped to his knees " no please! we will leave...please we will leave!" he begged Deawen smiled under her mask " i told you i don't take prisoners nor do i leave anyone alive." she said her voice was quiet and soft. like wind over frost. her eyes were more blue her hair was vibrant in the dim firelight.she had a demonic appearence to her. the leader screamed in horror as Deawen's dagger was thrust forward into the man's chest then retracted. the man crumpled to the ground he was shivering then he lay still.
Deawen still her trance turned away from the man and walked through the Fire she stood in on the edge of the fire she looked down at her blood stained dagger she dropped it silently. she removed her mask and no longer looked pleased she looked stricken down with horror. her features went dull. "what have i done?"

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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 stepped back, the five against him circling around him. He reached for his swords, but smiled, and just held out his hands.*
Well, I'm waiting.
*The raider behind him charged first, and with a spring into the air, Sen had his hands on the raiders head, and as he flipped over him, slammed his head to the ground, breaking his neck. The second came, and was stopped dead as a single punch from Sen's hand crushed his ribcage. He fell, blood frothing from the mouth. Two of the three left charged him from either side, swords trying to pierce him, but Sen flicked his wrists, grabbed the blades, and impaled the two on each other's swords. The last tried to leap over, but, with a hand raised, Sen whispered a spell, and blew him out of existence, not even ash remaining. Sen felt a warning tingle, and saw Deawen kill the raider, and then sink down by the fireside. He rushed to her side, and knelt beside her.*
Deawen, are you injured? Anyone else injured?
*He finished, looking around at the others, who had killed off the remaining raiders.*

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Macar stepped forward slowly, trying to keep his balance. But unable to do so, he fell to the ground, he had recieved a concussion from the blow, and now passed into dark, cold unconsciousness.

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Deawen saw him but did not aknoledge him she stared ahead she stood up her eyes turned an odd color she walked again in a trance as she past Macar a small drop of Fire fell on him healing him of all hurts. A sudden wind picked up her black dresses and cloak fluttered she walked out away from the camp over the next sand dune she stood still away from the others she screamed and a huge shock wave went out. Deawen was sitting in the middle of a ring of sand she was crying softly.

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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

Having been healed, Macar stood up, and walked over to Deawen, sitting besides her, "Thank you." "Why do you cry? I saw that you killed the last man, but he would not have shown us mercy either, so your action was justified."

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Deawen sifted uncomfortably she took deep breaths once and awhile. "i don't know if you have noticed but i have a curse and a gift...I do not weep for that man No i condem him rather...it's just...I let it take over!" she spoke "it" like it was a person. " I am a firestarter I have known this all my life yet I know so little about it. when i killed that man I let the corrupted side show. I try so hard to supress it but it just happens!" Deawen started crying harder. a faint glow came from her medallion as she relaxed " My lord Sen pretends not to notice this fine detail that i am Part of what he so devotedly Hunts.He thinks he can teach me to be Pure and good but it goes against my nature..." the last words stung deep into her heart she even tried to deny it but facts are facts.
'we all have a spark of evil inside us it just needs to alittle fuel to become a blaze'

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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 looked at her, "Anything can be tamed, except the dark one himself, and this happens not to be the dark one. So there, it is possible, everything needs time, and patience. The latter being most difficult." Macar stood up, he closed the gauntlet, pushing the blade inside after wiping it. He pulled a clothe from his pack, and wiped his sword clean of blood. How he wished the ways of killing never existed, but when someone made an attempt on his life, he would kill to protect himself and other. Also, there was no better buisness than to kill. Thats why he turned mercenary after all. But though it was his job, he hated every moment of it. He wet the bloodied clothe with some water from his canteen. He wiped his face clean of the blood and sweat. "May Iluvatar be merciful for this kin-slaying which I have partaken in." he said as a small prayer, for it was never his intention to kill another man. It came out of necessity.

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

Deawen loved battle she always had.
Deawen didn't say anything she just sat in her little ring of sand.

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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 had piled the bodies of the of the raiders in a heap and set fire to it. Asided from numerous bruises, she had only sustained a bloody nose and a black eye. Daine watched the bodies burn while mulling over what she had just wittnessed. It was not every day that one saw someone use fire that way. Aernel came and sat beside her whimpering, a raider had given him a hard kick in the ribs, injuring him slightly. "What is it old boy?" she drew her flute out of her belt, "shall I play a tune and give us some comfort in this desolate place?" Aernel laid his head on her knee and she began to play. At first the notes where soltitary and fliting, but then wove themselves together into a tune that seemed to bring peace to the heart.

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*Sen sat on the ground, watching the flames dance on the funeral pyre. He saw things that the others could not, as the dead went to their halls. He saw their escort, and gave a nod of greeting to him, and it was returned. Deawen's gift had flared again, and the curse of it had made itself evident. As long as she did not lose control completely, as long as she was not consumed by it, he would help her if she asked. Yet if she was taken over, and she tried to kill him, he would hold back until there was no other option left. It was the least he could do for her, he thought to himself, as the dead marched on...*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Aernel howled to the flute calling Deawen back to reality.
Deawen stood up she felt her gift sink slowly. she had no injuries not hurts that were evident. "evil or know you have to control it!" she told herself. Deawen trudged back to the camp looking sullen and meek. she did not look Sen in the eye as she passed him she looked down instead, Deawen gathered her things and put Bredol's tack on.Aernel wagged her tail in greeting to Deawen but Deawen had no eunthusiasim.

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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