AHhh I forgot to tell you guys about One sentence posts....no one liners!

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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: AAHH, too many people!)
Good to hear it. At Hilam's greeting, she smiled heartily. "How flattering," she laughed. Eston looked impatient. "We'll have to talk more later," she said conspiratorily. At the news of Deawen, her stomach turned cold. No more of this, not now. Morwen walked away with not so much as a word. She found where her tent had been set up, flew inside, buttoned the flap shut, and lay down on the cot. She stared at the sky through the smoke hole for a while before starting a small cooking fire. She went through the motions of starting to cook, but she was not hungry. She forced down one serving, thinking wryly, 'No use for the mood to be spreading.' She changed into a new dress and refitted her armour. Time for a ride to blow off steam.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

*Raelun shook his head.*
No, Lady Deawen. He stayed back with the second group, against my wishes, to be true. He should be coming with them shortly.
*Raelun paused, and closed his eyes for a second.*
As a matter of fact, here they come now.
*With that, a force of Storm, equal in size to that of the first group that arrived, shields strapped to their backs, appeared out of pretty much nowhere, and immediately began taking off the shields and dispersing them among the other members. Sen appeared a few seconds later, giving orders, though he looked slightly pale.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

" You are a good man Raelun..' Deawen said as she passed him through the tent flap. Deawen saw Sen Her heart leaped she walked to him with no hesitation. but as she neared she noticed Sen's Paleness and the gash left by a bolt in his chest. the last few steps she sprinted " What happened!" she hissed in a panick. Drad grabbed Hilam and sent him off to find Morwen and Eston.

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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

Morwen heard her name being frantically called from the direction of her tent. She turned Cam-ria and hastened back to find Hilam yelling his heart out. "What is the matter?" she asked as calmly as possible.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

*Sen looked around quickly, to make sure the Storm was alright, and that no one had fallen. He heard Deawen running up, and then remembered the crossbow bolt still in his chest. He made to try and pull it out, but it was stuck fast. Barbs kept it in his flesh, and his armor wasn't helping. He spoke to Deawen, as he walked towards his tent, even now pitched by two of the Storm.*
It seems as if Argo's forces did not like our suprise. They fired on us as we left, and our shields easily deflected them. There was one, however, with a strange crossbow; this bolt is not normal, even it shouldn't have pierced this armor. It was wielded by who looked like Argo's second in command; I will watch for him in the duel.
*Sen brought his hand up to his mouth, and came away with blood. He entered his tent, and stumbled slightly.*
Though now, I suppose, we must get this bolt out. After, we must make with all hase for Lothlorien; we will only be safe in the shadows of its trees.
*Sen finished, as he finally sat down on his bed.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen began to panick she looked at the bolt ans shuddered " it's made of lead..." Deawen said softly she started to undue his armor buckles. once she got his armor off she studied the wound. Deawen took a deep breath and without warning siezed the bolt and pulled it out in a fluid motion. she intantly dropped it as if it was red hot she didnt' even look at it. " hot water and bandages" Deawen commanded Hilam to retrieve. Deawen knelt at Sen's feet she rested her forehead on his knees.

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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

Morwen followed Hilam to find Deawen tending to a wounded Sen. "What happened?" she asked, leaning to examine the bolt that had obviously come from his oozing shoulder.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(( Sorry i'm butting in but can i make this rp into a story and post it in the House of Bombadil, Sen? ))

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

(As long as credit is given where credit is due, I do not see a problem with that. Anyone else?)
*Sen winced as the bolt was pulled out, and a small trickle of blood flowed out of the wound. However, that quickly died away, and Sen spoke to Deawen.*
Thank you; yet I need a fire, and that bowl of hot water. Winter is unfriendly towards me...
*Sen finished, and he wouldn't say more.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

(credit yes, credit I think to the Main three here )
Deawen sighed she knew the troubles of winter well. she nodded as Hilam returned with the bowl of water she silently handed the bowl to Sen. Deawen brought her hands back into her lap and sighed again a small flicker of flame formed in her hands she breathed in deeply and the fire grew. a soft light came from Deawen from her Medallion that hung from a golden chain. The Medalion was shaped in a sun with a red ruby tear drop in the center. Deawen flicked her wrist and fire flew from her hand to a nearby braizer. Deawen And Sen diffirent and yet the same Ying and Yang. Northern and Southern. Deawen placed her hands on his hands and the fire flared in the braizer. " That bolt could have killed you Sen.. and if it did i do not know what i would do" Deawen whispered her voice was icy and soft " pull a stunt like that again and I'll never leave you alone Again!"

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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

((Thanks Sen, and i need everone else's permission to use your characters.))

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

Indeed. I shall remember that next time. Yet now, to get rid of this wound. That brazier should be enough; thank you.
*Sen got up slowly, and walked over to the brazier, placing his hands on the supposedly red hot metal. Immediately, a strange change came over the room; it began to grow colder, and the brazier was the source. The flame guttered out, and the metal began to creak from being cooled at high speed. Sen took his hands away, and turned around to face Deawen. The wound had closed up, and just a smear of dried blood remained where it had once been.*
There we go; much better. That is a secret gift of the Phoenix, Deawen. Now, pass me my armor. We must begin again; we have wasted time here already.
*The armor, strangely enough, had also self-repaired the hole made by the bolt.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

( I give permission to use Deawen and all sub characters of Mine that includes Argo, Eston, Drad, Hilam. And my pets on one condition send me a copy!)
Deawen began to shivver at the cold. she got up slowly like a lizard in cold weather. she grabbed the armor and examined it before handing it over. she helped tie and buckle the armor in silence.
Hilam gripped the hilt of his dagger with white knuckles he stared wide-eyed Deawen pointed for him to leave, he dashed out in a heartbeat.
Drad cleared his throat " Deawen we are ready to move futher north You should leave now before dark settles..By Lord Sen's leave."

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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

(( Thanks and I will))

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

(Fine by me.)
These strange happenings made Morwen feel slightly panicked. "Deawen, what's going on?"

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign