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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 19, 2003 7:23:30 GMT
*Legolas stands firmly as his sensitive ears protest at the sound of Khamul's scream. He resists the urge to jerk back at being poked quite unexpectedly in the forehead, and almost reaches back for his twin daggers before eyeing the flask in the hand of his "opponent." He raises an eyebrow at being called a "princeling brat" but wonders even more at the challenge; a friend of the Witch King would surely know that Legolas was not one to turn down a challenge, even to drink. With a glace and the mentioned, a slow smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.*
I accept your challenge, Captain. What will we drink?
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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 19, 2003 7:28:44 GMT
Khamul grunts, forgetting that it was a prissy elf he had to face.
Well, since you are an Elf, more suited for flower arrangements and flute playing rather than drinking and boisterous activity, I will allow you to choose whichever heady beverage you feel comfortable with. I must regret, if you choose elven wine, we might be here all night, but it is an amusing challenge none the less!
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 19, 2003 7:37:15 GMT
*The prince snorts inwardly at the image of him arranging flowers while playing the flute. How dextrious that would be, indeed. Looking across the table and running through drinks in his mind, he tries to chose one that is both enjoyable and difficult to drink.*
Mordor brandy it is, then!
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Quwen
Pizurk (Private)
~:~:Lady of the North:~:~
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Post by Quwen on Dec 19, 2003 21:36:50 GMT
*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.* "Thank you Luthien." she said walking past the standing elf and wraith, then sat at the bench. |
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Post by Grubhosh on Dec 19, 2003 21:47:19 GMT
Grubby starts to snigger when Kahmul mistook Legolas for a girl, and the flower arranging comment had her doubled up shrieking with laughter. This was going to be a luagh if nothing else. She managed to compose herself enough to grab the elf by the collar.
not bad elf! good luck
she hissed in his ear.
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 19, 2003 21:56:41 GMT
*The Witch King had been leaning back in his chair watching the goings on with mild amusement until he overheard the mention of his beloved Morgul brandy. He lurched forward in his seat, sweat breaking on his brow as he realised they were planning on drinking his entire store of Morgul for the sake of a game.*
Ho! Yes indeed what fine sport!
*He played along with it, summoning one of the juvenile orc soldiers to his side. He projected his voice across the feasting tables for all to hear.*
Bring forth a keg of my finest Morgul brandy and let the contest commence!
*As the orc moved to leave the wraith grabbed him by the collar, pulling him back sharply and hissed, almost inaudibly in his ear.*
bring them a barrel of that awful Angband whiskey instead..they'll never notice the difference..
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 19, 2003 22:45:41 GMT
*Legolas smiles and pats Grubby heartily on the back.*
Thank you, my friend! Though I doubt I should need it.
*The prince's sharp ears pick up the Witch King's comment, but decides it should be fine to drink either. With a grin to Khamul, he finds himself a spot and stands relaxed but alert.*
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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 20, 2003 6:09:03 GMT
Khamul stands near Legolas, awaiting the booze with glee. This elf brat would be a pushover, he surely would not be accustomed to brandy from Morgul. He calls over Grubby and places a determined hand on her shoulder.
You must be our referee, tell us when to start and keep track of the number of flaggons we down, got that?
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 20, 2003 9:31:29 GMT
Dernhelm takes a seat at the end of the table, being quiet and intently watching the elf and Nazgul begin their drinking contest...
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 20, 2003 20:11:22 GMT
*Takes a chair, too and sits down to watch the contest*
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Post by Imrel on Dec 20, 2003 20:38:11 GMT
*Im takes a seat between Rhia and Dernhelm, hiding a smile.*
Can't we go one celebration without some sort of drinking game?
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 20, 2003 20:52:20 GMT
*Grins* It all depends on the guests...
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Post by Grubhosh on Dec 20, 2003 21:05:36 GMT
Grubby stood between Legolas and kahmul while the other orc filled up two mugs with a foul looking subsatce smelling like paint thinner, it had a nasty oily layer on the top and the fumes coming off it was enough to make your eyes water.
all right yer ready? you gotta drink down the whole lot down. To the last one conscious! On yer marks, get set, go!
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 20, 2003 21:19:09 GMT
*Overhears Rhia and Imrel and grins.*
and this one had nothing to do with me!
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 20, 2003 23:21:45 GMT
*Stealing a glance at his opponent, Legolas brings the drink to his lips and begins. The liquid is strong and burns even more than Morgul brandy, but he continues steadily until his mug is emptied. He turns the container upside-down over his head as is customary in a drinking contest to prove he's had it all, and waits for a refill.*
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