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good? bad? or simply confuzzled?
striding through the gloomy Hills of Scary, keeping Balrog Cuttings free from the terror that rests there, Morwen may easily be condidered one of the teuncy society's pillars. however, all that glimmers is not glod, especially not if the glimmer arises from pointy teeth in a nirgliving mouth. there is more to Morwen than what the thoughtful face of that cider-sipping elf in the corner suggests.
her sword, for example. made out of CHOKLIT and widely known as the dread of chickens. Morwen claims that it was given to her, as her 'birthright present', yes, she even claims it gives her some kind of nobility. other teuncers, however, speak differently, although not when Morwen and her arms are about. they say Morwen stole the sword from a rather dumb hobbit named Folio, asking him the eViol riddle "what will i hold in my hands five minutes from now?". needless to say, the poor thing was overwhelmed by such a question, and as he pondered it, Morwen ran off with his sword (he actually made it rahter well later on, as the manager of the highly successful band 'The Wet Hens'). how she got her bow and arrows we will not even tell here, let it just be known that Morwen claims there is nothing kwite like dragon guts for strong, flexible bow strings, or parts of leathery wings for fitting the arrows.
her image as an elfe fatale is somewhat dented, however, by the presence of her caht, Misspoes. not because Misspoes is a blithe little cuddly who spends the whole day cleaning her fur, of curse she isn't; but because the caht has power over the elf. lots of power. perhaps the tale is true that says Morwen sold her sole to it for the ability to conquer dragonks - what we do know is that Misspoes is served one piece of fish every day, fried and spiced, on a mithril-coated golden platter.
Morwen lets no opportunity to tease her fellow teuncers in Balrog Cuttings slip away. her grettest (and traskiest) venture so far was the 100 ways restaurant, a smack in the face of all self-respecting dragonks. luckily, a fortunate alliance between a dragonk and a hobbit saved the day.
the elfin 'lady' has several hobbies aside from her roaming and trasking. she partakes in the TEUNC witch coven, an association deeply engaged in promoting the use of athames. occasionally she leaves the fold compleetly to follow the wanderings of the ducks to the Ponds of Spa or similar, there she watches them race with a watering mouth. rapid penguins are another favourite and challenge for her bow. finally, Morwen claims to be both something of an astronomist and a meteorologist, but cahtually she just likes to gaze stupidly itno the sky.