"I will say nothing!" gasped Morwen as she tried to sit erect. Argo looked over and raised his eyebrows. "Do what you must, Frela." He left, letting a quick flash of sunlight into the dark tent. Morwen caught his strange inflection on the name. Suddenly, things clicked in her mind. "You aren't here." Frela turned to her, her face going from a smug frown to worried, to a fake smug frown. "Why do you say that?" (To be continued this evening...)

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

(and so Morwen leaves me in suspence..)
Argo left the Tent in a hurry overlooking the one detail
Having captured Morwen means it could be a tool to Force Deawen into backing out of the fight or better gettinging her to surrender.
All Argo wanted was to See Deawen Dead or captured but the latter was almost impossible.

Deawen now recovered from her shock stood with her men dismounted and bleak looking though one could not tell from the mask she wore

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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

"Because I killed you, and the Void does not spit out the filth that is cast into it," Morwen said, raising her head. She straightened and leaned against the pole to which she was bound. "You are not alive. Any consumate conjurer can recreate the dead. And Argo is a consumate sorcerer. She stood carefully, leaning most of her weight on the pole. "Argo, if you wish to speak with me, face me!" she yelled. Frela's image faded away, leaving Morwen alone in the dark.

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

( whoa I was not expecting that)

Argo did not answer Morwen's challange..
But he did not have to, Deawen was back on the front where she felt she belonged. he couldn't see her features from far away but he knew that she was riding hard into battle her men only a few paces behind. He watched with intrest noting how each time she attacked she got farther away from her men.
he spun on his heel and went back into the tent Argo Grabbed Morwen by the hair and held her there for a moment "Tell me everything you know about Deawen's Plans!" he screeched
(i'll let you finish that)

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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 hissed through her teeth. Though it hurt, she had enough hair to keep him from pulling any out. "You underestimate this forgoil; I have very thick hair and this doesn't really intimidate me." Argo dropped her and she crumpled on the ground, bruising her knee caps. She sat back against the pole once more. "I will say nothing," stated Morwen fiercely. Argo responded with a backhanded slap in the face. She could feel blood running from her lips. "Pain will do you no good with me. I would suggest you go and see what Deawen is doing now if you want to escry her plans." Argo snarled, hit her once more (this time in the nose) and left her, bleeding in the dark.

(wow)

Argo once again stormed from the tent Deawen was still fighting but she showed signs of weakening stanima her Mount was frothing at the mouth black blood drenched it's coat, Deawen looked fiercer than ever her long copper hair was loose from it's confinment,whipped around her face, her face was spattered with both black and red blood the latter could have been her own.

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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

(I guess I will continue...)

Morwen awoke after dark, though she could not tell. The tent had been dark since Argo had left. Her knees were numb and her ankles sore after sleeping in such a strange position. As she tried to shift and sit, she gasped in pain. She could feel the dried blood cracking on her lips. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what the tent looked like: the flap was in the far corner, she was tied in the opposite corner. The corner to her left held the brazier and the corner to her right held her things. She streched her legs and tried to reach her sword. "Too short," she muttered. With her arms behind her in such a position, she would never be able to reach it. She struggled to stand and tried to climb through her arms, to no avail. She finally figured out that she could reach about a foot farther if she lay on her stomach and reached. He foot caught something, and she kicked violently. It flew through the darkness and landed just above her head; it was her cuirass. "Big help, that is," she groaned. She tried again, yeilding nothing. She sat back up, dirt now s"tuck in the blood on her face. "Forðencan cuman ofer me. Aule, agan ar!" she said, half unconscious. Her sword began to shine, faintly blue. To her, it seemed like a new sun. A new energy burst forth over her and she ripped off a buckle from her armour. She maneuvered it and began to use the pin to snap the fibres of the rope. Sooner than later, the rope broke, leaving her free to plan an escape.

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

(Sorry for the long absence...)
*Sen stepped back, hit hard by a troll with a stroke that was meant for one of the Storm. Those not part of the shield wall were now striking out when the shield wall opened, and the ground had become slick with orc blood. It was on this blood that Sen slipped, and suddenly, orcs were upon him, pressing him down, trying to find chinks in his armour. Though with a fury of blades, Sen spun up to his feet, cleaving down the orcs that had tried to press the advantage. He saw Deawen in the press, and shouted out to her.*
Deawen! We must find a way to get Morwen back! They have her near the back of their force, in a tent!
*Sen went silent. He felt the all-to-familiar press against his mind, and the air grew cold. He ducked, as a sorcerous blast knocked the orc behind him flying. It was not in their aid; no, they fought on Maleon's side. The dark winds blew, and the figures that Sen had been dreading landed in front of him, thirty of them. Not their full number, no, there were still hundreds more not here. The dark angels; black winged as he, though posessing a dark grey skin and eyes like Maleon's. Their long black hair blew in the breeze of their descent, and cruel chuckles escaped their mouths.*
So we meet the prodigal son yet again. I wonder, how many more screams we can wring from your throat?
*Sen, struggling to hold his anger in check, replied.*
There is only one sentence you will find in my throat.
*Sen called out loud and clear over the battle.*
Storm, charge!
*He shouted, and raised his swords.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen spun around to hear what was being called at her, she nodded in consent and understanding.
When she saw the dark angels appear she was quite out of her wits, she suddenly felt a primative fear whell up, as her kind often did when faced with an enemy, Dragons have long memories.
she felt a slight surge of the storm and saw the orcs take advantage of the storms slight distraction. Deawen took a quick breath and shot flames down the battle field along the dividing forces.The flames licked the sky, Deawen was silouetted against the flame. The Phantoms stood glad of the chance for a breather Deawen had encased her whole army in flame as well as the storm. she allowed the storm access to their opponet but kept the orcs at bay. Deawen found Drad " when the fire is down take up my banner and continue the fight. " she ordered Drad looked up at her puzzled " and what are you going to do my lady? "
Deawen gazed over to sen who was now fighting again. " I will Fight byMy lord Sen's side as I vowed to do, then tonight I will find Morwen "
Drad nodded and bowed slightly. " should I send you with bodyguards?"
Deawen shook her head " no, the shang dragons are sufficent" she glanced over her shoulder and saw all three dragons standing alittle ways away they didn't even look tired. Deawen adjusted her armor and Bredol's armor they would need all the protection they could get. Bredol stamped and tossed his head eager for battle again, Deawen soothed him with a shaking hand " come Bredol we must fight again " she whispered the horse tossed his great mane. Deawen drew in the riens and nudged Bredol he instantly moved forward arching his neck and displaying his fine gait. The Phantoms slauted Deawen as she rode past them.
a memory flashed in Deawen's mind the first time she had met Sen...a chance encounter that became a friendship, he got her out of trouble on more than one occassion. she was nearing the storm she touched her medallion out of habit it was comforting in times like these.
Bredol Picked up speed as they picked their way towards Sen. Deawen saw Sen alittle ways away " Sen....!" she shouted but
Bredol Reared as a Dark Angel attacked out of nowhere.

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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 lay against the center pole, exhausted from the strain of cutting her bonds. She had failed to come up with a plan, and she was beginning to lose her will. The wounds on her wrists and stomach were stinging, and the bruises on her face and torso made it difficult to breathe. The darkness was becoming more and more oppressive. Sleep was the only escape from it, and even then she was tormented by Frela's pale face. She awoke with a jerk, not sure what time it was. She resumed pacing the circles of escape in her mind, still coming up with nothing. All she could decide on was to put back on her armour. She put back on the over-dress, gingerly. She could feel the dried blood from her nose on the front. By the time she got her cuirass on, she felt she needed to rest. She strapped on greaves and vambraces, strapped on her belt, and covered herself with her cloak, ready to nap for a while.

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

*With a rush of wind, Sen spread his wings, and the two dark angels opposite him did as well. One had already challenged Gandalf, who smiled slightly as he accepted, drawing his elven sword and readying his staff. Sen soared up high, trying to get the height advantage first. The other two dark angels followed right with him; they knew about this advantage, and did not want Sen to get it. It was then that steel clashed on steel; both dark angels struck at Sen simultaneously, as Sen drew his two death swords. The real fight had begun...*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen blocked every blow the dark angel threw at her she had the advantage of being alittle higher up than her opponet. Deawen's concentration was broken by Sen's FLight, she had the urge to do the same but knew deep down she was not able to do that yet. the dark angel jumped up siezed Deawen by the throat and began to pull her up she screached something before grabbing ahold of the dark angels wings and setting them ablaze. Deawen was suddenly dropped farther than she expected she hit the ground with such a force she was stunned. she laid there motionless she felt her mind wander exposing it self to whatever lay out there. Laim stood over Deawen and fought off whatever came near,
but Laim could not fight what Deawen suddenly heard..." sleep Deawen...you are losing this battle sleep and be free of this burden...sleep..let go...let go"
Deawen felt a rush of pain throughout her body " let go" came the voice again it was smooth and silky as before. her mind though foggy was turning mulling over the voice she wanted to obey let go and be free of this war but something held her back a stubborn will gripped her mind and held her firmly. She opened her eyes and saw Laim fighting 6 dark angels something hovered above her it was a woman her attire was that of war like Deawen's only white. The woman had dark blue eyes and hair the color of copper. it was like staring into her own reflection, the woman smiled " get up Deawen, nothing ails you " her voice was like Deawen's only older and wiser. " don't give up there is still a chance for you to win but you must get up" she held out her hand but deawen closed her eyes as a new rush of pain envolped her " nothing ails you Daughter" Deawen opened her eyes the pain was gone and she felt her mind snap back to attention. Deawen rolled over and pushed herself up " it is not as it seems" Deawen whispered a suuden hatred whelled up she found her old spark and sent two streams of fire in either direction.
(this is what happens when posts go really slow but do not die I get rpg backup)

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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

*With a startlingly fast spin, Sen deflected the two swords, and scored several gashes on the dark angels fighting him. As he came out of the spin, he twisted his wings so his feet planted right in the chest of one of the two dark angels. He bore him down, hacking wildly, every now and again getting through the dark angel's guard, who was noticing angrily the ground approaching. With a crash, Sen drove his swords through him, and into the ground. Above him, the other dark angel dived, attempting to catch Sen off guard. A swirl of dust blew out from the impact, and when it cleared, Sen was holding the dark angel's sword back by both of his own crossed over his head. He struck back, and another two dark angels joined the fray.*

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

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen noted that she managed to incenerate at least four angels with her fire, those caught on the ground were burned to death. one Dark Angel in particular caught Deawen's attention he seemed larger and more impressive than the others. He spotted her small form in the raging sea of battle, he took flight sword flashing in the dim sunlight. Deawen gulped noting his size, most of her opponets were two even three heads taller than her but this ones size was a challenge. he came at her slowly as if he knew this little girl would not be challenge for him. Deawen looked rapidly for Liam but he was busy with several dark angels. Deawen gripped her sword and took a stance she was trembling inside the dark angel must have sensed this as he landed he chuckled " come to fight youngling? " Deawen said nothing only nodded he chuckled again and awful sound that made Deawen shudder. with a slahs so fast Deawen had barely enough time to parry it. he attacked again and again Deawen had no time to attack back she was fighting for her very life, all the otehrs were merely for victory. he made a long horizontal slash at her throat she leaned back just in time but her medallion was caught and yanked from her neck she felt the fagile connection between Sen and Morwen sever she was cought off from the one's she needed and loved.. she made an attempt to roll and retrieve the precious article but the dark angel snatched from the blood soaked ground he held it for a moment as Deawen froze " a trinket made From an Enemy's blood... " he said with triumph Deawen's temper rose " Give it back!" she barked the dark angel only smiled and pocketed the medallion " No I think I will keep it as a trophy, Unless you wish to take it from me by force?..." Deawen's rashness reacted before reason she lunged forward but the Angel Jumped up and took flight he hovered just out of Deawen's reach. Deawen looked dismayed as she could not fly " whats wrong can't the youngling fly?" he taunted Deawen felt anger flush she felt her transparent wings unfold the dark angel looked surprised but he laughed again and flew higher. Deawen didn't know how she moved her wings and began to lift from the ground but before she knew it she was almost level with her advasary. he took off and Deawen trailed him though her flight wasn't smooth she now knew how a baby bird felt when learning but determination kept her in the air. he dived down and swerved as Deawen flew faster finding flying easier than learning to walk or to fight. she couldn't see exactly where she was going as she consentrated on retreiving her medallion.
he dived again hurtling straight to the ground Deawen followed suit he landed with a small cloud of dust Deawen had to come to a complete stop before landing. they fought on the ground alittle when Deawen suddenly knew where she was but found out too late before she knew it was surrounded by Orcs she tried to take flight again but a net was cast over her. Anger seeped into her thoughts then shame for her own stupidity. the net was caught on her wing and she could not shut the extended wing.she felt herself being lifted from the top the Dark angel Growled at the orcs to leave the Elsent alone it was he that picked the captured Deawen with such ease it was like he was bringing home a sparrow that he had caught while hunting for a stag not quite what he wanted but none the less he was pleased with his quarry. Deawen squirmed around trying to find a way out of the complicated weave to no avail.
Deawen slowed her breathing relaxed her body and fainted.
*dont worry it's how I plan on getting Morwen released*

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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

Her latest rest gave Morwen strength enough to stand. She was awoken by a change in the far-off sounds of the battle. Her plan was simply to sneak out, sword in hand, and hope that whatever was happening would cause enough distraction for her to get away. She would find Breda, and ride a circuitous route back to the camp, if it still stood. She opened the tent flap a crack, and saw no immediate guards. "Idiots," she thought to herself. She took a left out of her tent and followed the sounds of frightened horses to the bestiary. Breda was cowering away from the covered pens of the captains' wargs. He saw her approach and calmed enough for her to untie him. She opted for her bow (attached to the saddle) over her sword, for it was lighter on her bruised limbs. As a last thought, she pulled the covers off the cages of the foul mounts and shot well-aimed arrows into the skulls of each beast. The cries of dismay attracted the attention of one of the warg-keepers. "Breda, run back to the camp," she hissed urgently. He galloped away, and Morwen hid behind some water barrels. The ugly keeper noticed the absence of the one horse immediately and went to sound the alarm. Morwen cursed, and went to find a way out.

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

(screams* ARGH i just wrote a second epic and accidentaly pushed ecs and it deleted it all! *curses*)
I'll just sum it up
argo once loved Deawen but she rejected which explains his hatred for her. he loses his temper and takes deawen outside and fights her hand to hand combat deawen wins looks up and sees morwen.

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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