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Post by The Witch King on Dec 18, 2003 6:58:23 GMT
*The Witch King watched her go shaking his head in confusion and muttering to himself under his breath.*
I will never understand elves..
*He shrugged and resumed his meal helping himself to a slab of salted pork.*
maybe it's not elves...just women.
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Khamul
Pizgal (Corporal)
Drinks: 10 Mai Tais (then impaled innkeeper on swizzle stick).Killed: 17 human men. Go us!
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Post by Khamul on Dec 18, 2003 7:03:07 GMT
A cold wind blows past the partygoers, extinguishing some of the pillar candles around the tables. In the light of a full moon, Khamul strides across the grounds, his footsteps weighing heavily on the soft earth below. His armor shines like a freshly forged blade, accented by the thick black material of his billowing cape. The High second in command of the Nazgul claps a spiked gauntlet clad arm on the WitchKing's shoulder.
Witchking, how does his evil Lordship fare this night? Where are the elf maidens at? I just polished my armor for their giddy attention spans.
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 18, 2003 7:09:22 GMT
Greetings Khamul!
*The Witchking pushed back his chair and stood up. Clapping his captain on the back.*
I am well and in good company as you can see.
*He made a sweeping gesture to all the guests at his table.*
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Khamul
Pizgal (Corporal)
Drinks: 10 Mai Tais (then impaled innkeeper on swizzle stick).Killed: 17 human men. Go us!
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Post by Khamul on Dec 18, 2003 7:26:13 GMT
Ah, yes yes, very good. As long as they don't ferment your mind with more ridiculous Elven antics... I don't want to catch you tending to herb gardens in Minas Morgul ever again.
Khamul grumbled darkly and grabbed himself a flaggon of Morgul brandy. He snatched up a shank of lamb and ripped of it's tender meat from the bone, chewing on the well cooked flesh. He spit it back out in disgust, hitting an unsuspecting Hobbit in the head with half masticated sheep.
Inconcievable! Where is the spit roasted shire pony?! Where is my chocolate mocha and goblin blood strudel?! *gives a meanacing glare to a group of orcs* Ok, which one of you maggots threw away my goodie list? I'll make each and every one of you clowns for the Warg rodeo!
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Post by Luthien on Dec 18, 2003 7:37:51 GMT
*Luthien raised a disapproving eyebrow at the Ringwraith. His rude intrusion and boorish behaviour had caused many of the guests to stop and stare and their were many concerned faces amongst the hobbit community. She took a deep breath and composed herself. Things had been going so well.*
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 18, 2003 7:49:52 GMT
*Witchy looked at the crestfallen expressions upon the faces of his guests.*
Er....there is no Shire pony roast..
*He turned to Khamul and spoke in a hiss.*
This was supposed to be a exercise in public relations.
Why not have a hot dog instead?
*At that moment Witchy felt like ramming it down the other wraiths throat.*
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Khamul
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Drinks: 10 Mai Tais (then impaled innkeeper on swizzle stick).Killed: 17 human men. Go us!
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Post by Khamul on Dec 18, 2003 7:59:05 GMT
*rolls his eyes* Come on, WK, I deal with public relations all the time. I AM Lord of Mirkwood and Dol Gurdur, have been for oh, only the past 23 centuries. You show your servants love with your fists!
He takes another swig of brandy and jabs WK in the breastplate with his index finger.
You can't have a real hoppin' shindig without a nice juicy shire pony roasting on an open flame. However, I will take you up on this hot dog offer...
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 18, 2003 8:23:31 GMT
Dernhelm arrives silently from the side entrance to the Yule Celebration, taking a thoughtful look around the place before debating whether to remove the helmet or not...
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 18, 2003 17:18:36 GMT
*The Witch King pushed the plate of hot dogs in Khams direction hoping they might appease him for a bit. His eyes flicked nervously over the hobbits present. He felt sure that the 'pony' comment would have scuppered the negotiations he had been holding with hobbit leaders, for cheap shire cider and half price bed linen.
He noticed a figure moving through the crowd in full body armour. Noone came to parties dressed for war. Such behaviour made him nervous. He elbowed Kham and gestured towards the visitor.*
Whos the dude in the fancy get up?
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Post by Grubhosh on Dec 18, 2003 22:00:43 GMT
all the talk of roasted pony was making her mouth water. She grabbed some mutton from a passing hobbit. She wondered what public relations were as long as there was free food and drink she didn't really care. She overheard the witch king and Kahmul talking. She sniffed.
'smells funny whoever they are
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Quwen
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~:~:Lady of the North:~:~
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Post by Quwen on Dec 18, 2003 23:07:51 GMT
Quwen also came into the Yule Celebration. She came a bit timid at first. She smiled "Hello, I'm Quwen."
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Khamul
Pizgal (Corporal)
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Post by Khamul on Dec 19, 2003 6:29:35 GMT
Khamul brushed off his armor the WitchKing had sullied and snorts at the newcomer.
Not fancier than mine... *grabbing the hilt of his black blade* Do you wish for me to slay the intruder, M'Lordshi- Woo! Hot mama!
Khamul spotted Legolas and mistook him for one of the Elf Maidens. The Mirkwood elf women usually dressed a little beefier than the twigs of Rivendell. He strode over in the wavering candle light, making sure his shining plate mail looked especially luminous.
How is it that a fair young elf maiden such as you managed to escape my watchful eye? I am Khamul, Overlord of Dol Gurdur and Mirkwood. I've held that position for the last 23 centuries actually...
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 19, 2003 6:45:04 GMT
*The prince raises a delicate eyebrow, turning to face the captain. He studies him from eye to foot then back again, finally standing his full height before him.*
I have probably eluded your "watchful eye" by being male, good sir. An elven prince, no less. I have heard of you, as you have had that position for almost as long as I have been alive.
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Khamul
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Post by Khamul on Dec 19, 2003 7:00:55 GMT
Khamul makes a disgusted face before emitting an ear splitting screech of rage, causing a few of the once cheerful partygoers to fall to the ground, clutching at their ears desperately.
Fool! You thought you could ruse the Shadow of the East with your Elvish Tomfoolery? I know you! *pokes Legolas sharply in the forehead* You're that little princeling brat who keeps mucking up trouble in my province! Long has your existance been a thorn in my side... I challenge you...
Khamul reaches back, his spiked gauntlets grazing the hilt of his sword. He grabs a tankard of Mordor ale and holds it up in the air.
... to a drinking contest!
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Post by Luthien on Dec 19, 2003 7:11:19 GMT
Quwen also came into the Yule Celebration. She came a bit timid at first. She smiled "Hello, I'm Quwen." *Luthien returned her smile.* Welcome Quwen Won't you join us at the table? *She moved along the bench to make room for the elf.* As you can see there is plenty of food for everyone. *Luthien pulled a face as she struggled to make herslef heard over the ensuing din.* |
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