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Post by Imrel on Apr 21, 2002 5:10:42 GMT
*watches them go but does not move herself, staying by rudigar.* excuse me, aramir, but do you have any suggestions as to how we can shelter our horses from the cold?
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Post by Arwen on Apr 21, 2002 7:20:34 GMT
;D Good thinking Firebird.
*Sees Rhiannon and Gwen go inside and wonders what the right foot business is all about ?*
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Post by Vaire Aiste on Apr 21, 2002 7:41:46 GMT
((Lol!I have no clue!I just was copying Rhia's form of walking))
*turns to Firebird and looks at her horse*Well,snowtop likes the cold himself,but,I'm sure it would be smart to find some way to keep our horses warm&safe,although Snowtop probably won't be happy with me taking him out of this cold weather.
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Post by Imrel on Apr 21, 2002 17:43:20 GMT
perhaps your snowtop can survive, but i'm rather worried bout rudi; he's quite sensitive. *rudi shudders as another cold breeze sweeps by.*
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Post by Arwen on Apr 21, 2002 17:47:00 GMT
*looks around the back of the cottage and sees a tumbledown building housing three cows. Goes back to the others*
There's a shed around the back. It's not ideal and the horses will have to share with some cows, but it's sheltered and bedded with straw.
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Post by Imrel on Apr 21, 2002 18:21:07 GMT
thank you, arwen, that's sounds good. *leads rudi and arian there, settles them in a well-bedded corner then comes back.* gwen, i'm going to take snowtop there too, but just so he is safely with the others. i'll let him stay outside, in the sheltered porch. *leads him and asfaloth to the shed too. returns quickly, hands inside her sleeves.*
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 21, 2002 20:25:20 GMT
By the time all four are seated inside the house Aramir has brewed a pot of tea. Passes around hot mugs and biscuits.
There is a roaring fire which soon thaws out the coldest fingers. The room is cluttered with personal belongings - books, pictures and ornaments. There is a cloth hanging over the back of a chair. It looks to be expensive material and there is an emblem enblazoned on it: a white blossoming tree under seven stars and a silver crown.
Aramir takes a seat next to the fire and begins to stroke the old dog before speaking:
There is a room upstairs. I hope it will be big enough for all four of you. I have plenty of blankets so you won't feel the cold.
* shakes his head as though baffled*
I've never known a winter like it. Not in living memory has the land been gripped by such harsh storms.
I just don't understand it.......well I do
*he contradicts himself*
I know the reason for this abominable weather
*his eyes narrow as he stares into the flames*
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Post by Imrel on Apr 22, 2002 3:24:54 GMT
*tears her eyes from the somehow familiar crest on the cloth, and watches aramir.* thank you kindly for your hospitality... would you tell us what you know of the blizzard?
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Post by Vaire Aiste on Apr 22, 2002 7:21:20 GMT
Yeah,that's right firebird,thank you very much sir for all of the hospitality*looks at a teary eyed firebird*But,what do you know of the blizzard?I mean,if you don't mind me asking.
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 22, 2002 7:44:29 GMT
Well........
*He leans forward, closer to them and lowers is voice to a whisper.*
It's unnatural....
*He taps his fingers nervously, somewhat agitated*
Some folk say it's the work of evil...
*A deathly hush fills the room. The only sound is the crackle of the fire. The shifting shadows cast by the flames create dark shapes on the walls. Outside a gust of wind pounds the window and the trees bend wildly against the nightsky.*
It would seem that evil is stirring in these lands again.
*His voice is barely audible*
The Witch-king, the evil lord of Angmar, this is his doing.
There is talk of his ability to make frost or thaw at his will. And his powers are at their greatest during the winter months.
*Looks to the travellers*
I fear that his icy hand is spreading across this land.
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Post by Vaire Aiste on Apr 22, 2002 9:30:50 GMT
*puts her hand over her mouth for a moment*Oh my what if it is?
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 22, 2002 18:41:38 GMT
ooc: Thanks for taking care of my horse, Firebird ;D
On right foot business. From the Romans on and I think through all of the Middle Age it was considered to bring bad luck if you step over a door step left foot first.
bic: *Sips her tea and lets her eyes wander through the room, trying to read some of the titles on the book shelves. Takes a longer look at all the ornaments and emblems she sees.* So it's really the Witch King himself...
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Post by Imrel on Apr 22, 2002 23:22:51 GMT
(ooc: i didn't mean tear as in crying gwen, i mean the present tense of tore. just wanted to clear that up...)
*studies aramir intently then lets her eyes resting on the dancing fire.* frost, snow, blizzards- ice. a pity to see something so terribly beautiful of nature used to wreak havoc...
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Post by Vaire Aiste on Apr 22, 2002 23:41:39 GMT
(Ack,you know I just realized what I wrote?God,I can't stay up all night anymore-I keep doing ditsy stuff like this when I do)
Yes it is,isn't it?*looks at the fire and then up just thinking of the snow and what not-and then looks at Firebird*Hmm,I am a drama queen aren't I?
(Was that ok?I know came out of no where but I was just wondering because I seem to act like one on these boards sometimes...er,and yeah...)
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Post by Imrel on Apr 23, 2002 1:02:05 GMT
(sorry gwen, didn't mean to critize. just didn't want it to seem like i was crying, lol. and you can use the term drama queen though i don't think you're too bad.)
*smiles.* if you say so gwen... *stifles a yawn. looks at the white cloth draped over the chair again.*
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