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by Meriadoc Brandybuck » Wed Feb 01, 2012 2:04 pm
Ok

Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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by Aaliya » Wed Feb 01, 2012 2:09 pm
(Yay!)
Alena stood on her platform until she heard the countdown.... then the horn blew and she raced off, grabbed an axe and sprinted off into the pine tree side of things. She didn't stop running until she was sure no one followed. Alena wasn't the strongest, but she certainly was the fastest. She leaned up against a big tree to catch her breath.
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by Meriadoc Brandybuck » Wed Feb 01, 2012 2:10 pm
I don't think we started yet...

Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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by Meriadoc Brandybuck » Wed Feb 01, 2012 2:18 pm
Like I don't think we're in the arena yet, cuz everyone has to be on board for that so it isn't unfair.

Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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by Meriadoc Brandybuck » Wed Feb 01, 2012 2:26 pm
Ok thanks for clarifying!
Kaytan and Lance each stood on their respective platforms. Lance was the very picture of nervousness, readjusting his shirt, fidgeting, picking at his sleeve, and running his hand through his hair. Kaytan, however, stood strong and silent, mentally strategizing. "Anyone wishing to be my ally, follow me." he called, loud enough for everyone to hear. Then he closed his eyes and breathed quietly, thinking dark, dangerous things.

Theoden wrote:Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
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