Arthan strode into the medics halls. He had come in with his sergeants last, and he had told them to eat and rest. He saw the person he had come to see, His captain. He had a deep rooted brotherly love for Dagnir, who had saved him from crooked orc blade before, countless times. He was a journeyman in the craft of fighting, Dagnir was a master. He took the gauntlets off his fists, the iron plates had been swiftly washed in the water butts at the fortress doors. He laid the gleaming Iron on his captains mighty chest, and Heartrender on the bedside table. Its axe he had left covered in orc blood; the blade deserved to be bathed in the blood of all the enemies whose life it had taken. He walked away from the captains still form, and strode away. A voice said " Who is the Hammer?" Arthan answered absent mindedly "Dagnir of the Ironfist" and then his mind snapped to attention.

His captain stood up, and a smile creased his scarred face. The sergeant ran up to his brother in arms and they hugged each other and Dagnir said "Soldier, I thank you. You fought well. I arose early this morn, while you rested a while. I have become aware of all you have done for my company, and I have two things for thee" He took a ruby red stone, and took a small hammer and with a nail punched it into Arthan's Armour next to his sergeants pips.
The rank of Captain. "Thats a captaincy I got thee in the Second Northern Tenth company. Leading raw recruits into battle now little brother. They need thy hand guiding them" The former sergeant was stunned, and fell to his knees with the enourmaty of the honour. he tried to bow, but Dagnir hauled him up with his fist. Then he took a thing from a wooden box by his bed, a hammer. Arthan saw the runes there carved, and the head glowed palely with a slight fire. "And as a mark of your new commision, and my debt to you for your years of service and loyalty, My hammer, reforged with magic. Use it well" Arthan took the hammer and bowed saying "Captain, I thank you for this, I don't.." Dagnir shook his head and replied "Captain Arthan, you do. Fight well, and make sure you live up to my standards " He grinned. "You may go friend, and could you ask Kanninwe to pay me a visit? The medics will not allow me to leave, and I need to speak with her concerning our plans" Arthan bowed his head and left the room. Dagnir stretched his form on the bed, and allowed sleeps cool slumber to take him...

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

Arthan strode into the medics halls. He had come in with his sergeants last, and he had told them to eat and rest. He saw the person he had come to see, His captain. He had a deep rooted brotherly love for Dagnir, who had saved him from crooked orc blade before, countless times. He was a journeyman in the craft of fighting, Dagnir was a master. He took the gauntlets off his fists, the iron plates had been swiftly washed in the water butts at the fortress doors. He laid the gleaming Iron on his captains mighty chest, and Heartrender on the bedside table. Its axe he had left covered in orc blood; the blade deserved to be bathed in the blood of all the enemies whose life it had taken. He walked away from the captains still form, and strode away. A voice said " Who is the Hammer?" Arthan answered absent mindedly "Dagnir of the Ironfist" and then his mind snapped to attention.

His captain stood up, and a smile creased his scarred face. The sergeant ran up to his brother in arms and they hugged each other and Dagnir said "Soldier, I thank you. You fought well. I arose early this morn, while you rested a while. I have become aware of all you have done for my company, and I have two things for thee" He took a ruby red stone, and took a small hammer and with a nail punched it into Arthan's Armour next to his sergeants pips.
The rank of Captain. "Thats a captaincy I got thee in the Second Northern Tenth company. Leading raw recruits into battle now little brother. They need thy hand guiding them" The former sergeant was stunned, and fell to his knees with the enourmaty of the honour. he tried to bow, but Dagnir hauled him up with his fist. Then he took a thing from a wooden box by his bed, a hammer. Arthan saw the runes there carved, and the head glowed palely with a slight fire. "And as a mark of your new commision, and my debt to you for your years of service and loyalty, My hammer, reforged with magic. Use it well" Arthan took the hammer and bowed saying "Captain, I thank you for this, I don't.." Dagnir shook his head and replied "Captain Arthan, you do. Fight well, and make sure you live up to my standards " He grinned. "You may go friend, and could you ask Kanninwe to pay me a visit? The medics will not allow me to leave, and I need to speak with her concerning our plans" Arthan bowed his head and left the room. Dagnir stretched his form on the bed, and allowed sleeps cool slumber to take him...

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

Arthan strode into the medics halls. He had come in with his sergeants last, and he had told them to eat and rest. He saw the person he had come to see, His captain. He had a deep rooted brotherly love for Dagnir, who had saved him from crooked orc blade before, countless times. He was a journeyman in the craft of fighting, Dagnir was a master. He took the gauntlets off his fists, the iron plates had been swiftly washed in the water butts at the fortress doors. He laid the gleaming Iron on his captains mighty chest, and Heartrender on the bedside table. Its axe he had left covered in orc blood; the blade deserved to be bathed in the blood of all the enemies whose life it had taken. He walked away from the captains still form, and strode away. A voice said " Who is the Hammer?" Arthan answered absent mindedly "Dagnir of the Ironfist" and then his mind snapped to attention.

His captain stood up, and a smile creased his scarred face. The sergeant ran up to his brother in arms and they hugged each other and Dagnir said "Soldier, I thank you. You fought well. I arose early this morn, while you rested a while. I have become aware of all you have done for my company, and I have two things for thee" He took a ruby red stone, and took a small hammer and with a nail punched it into Arthan's Armour next to his sergeants pips.
The rank of Captain. "Thats a captaincy I got thee in the Second Northern Tenth company. Leading raw recruits into battle now little brother. They need thy hand guiding them" The former sergeant was stunned, and fell to his knees with the enourmaty of the honour. he tried to bow, but Dagnir hauled him up with his fist. Then he took a thing from a wooden box by his bed, a hammer. Arthan saw the runes there carved, and the head glowed palely with a slight fire. "And as a mark of your new commision, and my debt to you for your years of service and loyalty, My hammer, reforged with magic. Use it well" Arthan took the hammer and bowed saying "Captain, I thank you for this, I don't.." Dagnir shook his head and replied "Captain Arthan, you do. Fight well, and make sure you live up to my standards " He grinned. "You may go friend, and could you ask Kanninwe to pay me a visit? The medics will not allow me to leave, and I need to speak with her concerning our plans" Arthan bowed his head and left the room. Dagnir stretched his form on the bed, and allowed sleeps cool slumber to take him...

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

Venessiel was still sleeping, out of consciousness, her thoughts wandered through the years of her life. They were not searching for anything, just remembering... And then they stopped. They just didn't continue remembering. The last day was the day she first met Kanninwe...
And then she woke up. Where was she?

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Lowen put Venessiel down on one of the beds in the medic's building. A little while later she woke up.
"Venessiel," she asked, "Are you feeling alright? That cut on your arm looks like it hurts."

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Venessiel looked at the woman infront of her, then pushed her aside and ran out of the room. Outside she found herself in a huge hall. Pictures were at the walls, massive pillars beared the beautifully ornatet ceiling.
Everything in this hall seemed so big. And then, there was Venessiel, not knowing where she was, what had happened, not even why she was here. Her shoulder was injured, her head ached and she was feeling giddy.
As her gaze wandered through the pillars, she noticed a man. He held a chest in his hand and was steadily looking at it. His armour effulged in the sparkles of the moon's silvern light, that shone through the high windows.
The man reminded her of someone, something, but she couldn't assign his face to anyone or anything. She she slowly moved closer, the man still didn't notice her. When she had almost reached him, he drew his sword and turned around, ready to attack oder even to kill her.
With a frightened scream she jumped back, stumbled and fell down to the marmoreal floor.

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"Venessiel!" Lorwen yelled after her, confused. She ran after her and found her in time to see someone draw a sword on her.
"Hey!" she yelled running forward. She knelt down by Venessiel were she had fallen. She gave the man a hard glare.
"Venessiel, look at me, are you alright?"

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

"Leave me alone!", she told Lorwen. "I don't know you and you don't know me. Just... just go away!", she said.

(Venessiel is just confused and frightened, don't be mad, Nymphadora Tonks!)

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( 'sall right, I'm not )

Lowen took a step back, nodding. Something probable happened in battle, she thought, She still is pretty young.
Lowen sighed, not quite knowing what to do.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

((where are you?))

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Dagnir saw the man with raised blade, and he recognised him. "Soldier, put your blade up now!" He strode over to the trooper who had grudgingly sheathed his weapon. "This soldier" he said, pointing towards Vennesiel "saved my skin from an orc. So you had better show her some respect. You may be skilled with your sword, but I can still put anyone I know on their back, and if necessary I could kill them too. You are dismissed for the meantime, and you are on punishment detail. See Sergeant Blackmane for your punishment" The soldier walked off without a word. Dagnir in the meantime lifted up Vennessiel, and said "Sorry about him. He was assigned as my guard, good soldier, but somewhat dangerous, and not in a good way. Let us seek the General"

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

"Wait Dagnir," said Lorwen, as he picked up Vennesiel, "She needs rest, I think she's in some kind of shock. It was her first time in a full battle, and she's still young." Lorwen had seen this happen to a few people before after their first battle, but it didn't happen often.

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Venessiel shook her head. "Who are you? And why are you talking about a battle?" She then turned to Dagnir again. "My lord, you must tell me what has happened! I don't remember anything! You say I saved your skin from an orc?"

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Maetdir was heading to the main sentry tower when he saw the gates of the main Citadel opened.When the approached,he saw a woman lying on the ground.
"General...?General!"he ran to her.Her face was pale."Oh,no!Wake up my lady,wake up!"said he but Kanninwe didn't moved."I need to get a doctor."
He stood up and ran out to find help

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Return of the Rings 2011- make it happen

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my unbiological sissy is Aerlinn

Dagnir walked outside, and saw a mighty commotion.He saw a female body being borne toward the medical block. He saw it was Kanninwe.
He strode in and looked at her body, she was barely breathing, but still, life gleamed within her.
He was told to leave by the medics and they began the work of restoring health to Kanninwe.
Dagnir hobbled towards the armories, to prepare his gear for the coming fight...

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

Her eyes turned red for a moment as she looked after Dagnir, then she calmed down. With an aware smile she turned to Lorwen. "Well, thank you, my lady", she said. "It was really nice talking to you, but I think I have to go now."
She went to the stables, smiling all the time, but as she left Amon Sul on her face there was a grin.

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Only a few hours later she returned. "Open the gate!" , she shouted. On her way to the stables she met a soldier.
"What have you done out there?", he asked her."They could've caught you, you could've been dead! Venessiel, please, don't be silly!"
"Who told you my name?", she turned around with a quick move and grabbed his shroud.
"What... hey! Venessiel, it is me, Thorben!"
She poked him back. "Leave me alone!"
With fast pace she moved towards the stables, her mare followed her.
Inside she whispered: "We'll see, Basalt... we'll see."

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