The Stables

[Imrel]

(Created by The Witch King)

A large courtyard flanked by 50 stables containing some of Middle Earths finest horses.
The Riddermark horses are big and strong, clean- limbed, with coats that glisten and long, flowing manes and tails. Swift and powerful they can run like the wind. Once roaming free over the eastern part of the Riddermark the horses are now stabled due to the growing threat from Mordor.

There is room to stable your own horses in the large, roomy stalls or you can ride the horses available.

[The Witch King]

*The Witch King strode down the alleyway. At his approach the horses snorted in fear and retreated to the back of their stables. At the end of a the block, in a very dark corner the Witch Kings horse was stabled.
The black animal put it's ears back at the sight of it's master approaching, and showed it's teeth.*

Hello Damnation, old boy!

*The wraith unbolted the door and stepped inside, taking his mounts tack with him. There followed a lot of banging and cursing until the horse was finally saddled.*

[Khamul]

[Khamul stood in the doorway to the Stables, his eyes glowing ominously. The barn rats scurried away in his presence, the other horses snorted, shook their manes and reared in his wake. Khamul lifted his hand, his voice reverberating through the wooden building.]

Apocalypse! Come my steed!

[There was a long stretch of silence. Nothing moved.]

COME, I say!

[Again, the Nazgul's unholy ride did not budge. A few regular horses jumped at Khamul's voice. The dark rider cursed to himself and stomped down the rows to his horse's stall. After much snorting and cursing in the black language, Khamul mounted Apocalypse and rode him out of the stall, hitting the top of his head on the doorframe as he went.]

Dammit!

[The Witch King]

Wait Khamul!

*Damnation wasn't hanging about and he'd barged out of the stable in pursuit of the other horse, dragging the Witch King with him.*

I can't get on..

*The wraith made a feeble attempt at putting his foot in the stirrup but couldn't reach. Damnation twirling in circles didn't help matters.*

I bet one of those pesky orcs has shortened my stirrups again. They might find it amusing, I don't!

*He hitched up his robes and stood on a barrel, jumping quickly onto the horses back before it walked off again.
The two horse clattered over the cobbles as they headed out of town. The Witch King searched his pockets before turning to his friend.*

Did you bring any cash Kham?
I'm flat broke.

[Khamul]

[Apocalypse screeched to a halt, scattering gravel everywhere outside of the barn. Khamul groaned inwardly, but held in a few violent fits of laughter as he watched WK struggling with his stirrups. The Second-in-Command himself has pulled the prank on his superior, but the blame could easily be shifted to one of the grunts.

At hearing WK's ask for money, he daydreamed about how he would someday have a year long torture session after throwing WK out of power. He thrust a hand inside his robe pockets and found his money satchel. Being in charge of Mirkwood did have it's benefits.]

Oh, not to worry, you Unholiness. I always have a surplus of cash and bloodlust when it comes to travelling.

[The Witch King]

Good

*Witch King snatched the satchel and hid it in his robes. Damnation bored of walking, snatched at the bit and took off down the road, leaving Witchy clinging on to a handful of mane.*

Keep up Khamul!

[Khamul]

[Khamul made an angry screeching noise, partly to inflict fear upon all who heard it and also in shock that WK had just grabbed HIS money satchel. He ground his teeth and spurred Apocalypse into a wild run, following the Nazgul King towards the Shire.]