Fox Birch
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Post by Fox Birch on Feb 27, 2003 6:43:45 GMT
[glow=darkgreen,2,300]*still looking around them, she heads over to im, her bow lowered but by no means relaxed* perhaps we should remain on our guard...? i've known a horse's instincts to surpass even those of an elf...[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 27, 2003 7:45:29 GMT
*The Witch King appears around a bend in the road, his black stallion striding out at a sustained trot. He hauls on the reins as he draws alongside and regards the two figures with suspicion. When he speaks his tone is cold and abrupt.*
You ride very close to Dol Guldur.
What is your business?
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Fox Birch
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Post by Fox Birch on Feb 27, 2003 7:55:07 GMT
[glow=darkgreen,2,300]*she keeps her bow lowered; if what he says is true, they are indeed lucky to be still standing; she bows her head in acknowledgement* i'm afraid, sir, that we have no business here but recreation... it seems we have wandered unknowingly into your realm... please accept my apologies...[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 27, 2003 8:33:05 GMT
*Still not convinced he studies them closely, noting the bow the elf maiden carried.*
Were you hunting in these parts?
*It was more an accusation then a question. He looked from one to the other, his eyes hard and chilling. *
The game in these woods belongs to Sauron alone. No one is permitted to hunt here.
Do you understand?
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Fox Birch
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Post by Fox Birch on Feb 28, 2003 2:06:20 GMT
[glow=darkgreen,2,300]*she holds up her now unloaded bow* we were not hunting, sir... the horse startled and i feared attack... we will, however, remember your warning...[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 28, 2003 7:23:09 GMT
Hmmm.....
*His horse grew restless and pawed the ground, although it still blocked their path.*
May I also remind you that Orc patrols frequently pass this way. They do not posses my intelligence and reasoning. You would be killed instantly or manhandled back to Dol Guldur.
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Fox Birch
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Post by Fox Birch on Feb 28, 2003 8:10:43 GMT
[glow=darkgreen,2,300]*she nods again* again, i apologize... we will leave these parts of the forest immediately and heed your warning in the future...[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 28, 2003 8:19:23 GMT
Well are you lost?
*he continues to speak gruffly to them, ignoring their apologies.*
Where have you come from?
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Fox Birch
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Post by Fox Birch on Feb 28, 2003 8:33:41 GMT
[glow=darkgreen,2,300]*she lets out a soft sigh and explains patiently* well, we did not think ourselves to be lost... *she looks at im, then back at wk* i hail from greenwood the great... just deeper into the forest... this is imrel... she hails from the west i believe...[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 28, 2003 8:50:15 GMT
yes, yes..
*He waves his hand dismissively not in the least bit interested in their introductions. He sighs wearily.*
Follow me, I will lead you back to where you belong.
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Post by Imrel on Mar 3, 2003 3:30:37 GMT
*Doesn't bother to mention to Fox that she and the Witch King have already met. Pats Olne briskly on the shoulder and quietly starts to lead her back the way they had come, gaze fixed on the ground. Olne seems unnerved, but walks after her obediently.*
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Post by Melian on Mar 5, 2003 18:27:09 GMT
*mel discards the core of the apple she was just eating, and roots through her bag for something more to eat, she finaly setials on a small pice of lebas bread, and begins nibling on it as she looks around at how much the forest had changed since she last saw it*
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Lhiam
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Post by Lhiam on Mar 27, 2003 5:52:05 GMT
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Lhiam is riding along the trails on horseback, his gear causes alot of metallic clanking that echoes into the depths of the Forest. The young man keeps looking over his shoulder at every crackle in the underbrush. Once he turns around, his face gets stuck in a rather large web. Flailing his arms wildly, he ends up falling off of his horse, which simply stands patiently, waiting for it's master to regain himself. He runs his hands through his hair in a hysterical manner and spits out bits of web. A looming figure creeps down a tree trunk near to Lhiam, he draws his sword, eyes wide and alert. His enemy reveals itself to be a huge spider, it's glistening fangs click together in anticipation of it's foolish meal. It's two hairy front legs outstretch to seize the man of Rohan. Lhiam cuts through one of it's limbs and fends off it's rush attack. In doing so, he is put on the defensive position and he trips over a protruding root. The giants spider leaps upon him, Lhiam barely gets his sword up in time to block the grotesque creature's fangs.
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Fox Birch
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Post by Fox Birch on Mar 27, 2003 6:10:01 GMT
[glow=darkgreen,2,300]*fox walks silently through the woods, her stallion eldoras walking lazily behind her; she hears the clangs of what sounds like heavy pots and pans or something similar, followed by the sound of someone falling; she hurries forward, notching her bow while she runs*
*the creature gives a great shake and falls to its side, an arrow protruding from it's hairy body; fox looks over the spider, ensuring that it is no longer a threat, then turns to lhiam* are you al-- li?[/glow]
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Lhiam
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Post by Lhiam on Mar 27, 2003 6:31:18 GMT
Lhiam scrambles away from the spider's carcass, then turns at the soft voice of Fox. His eyes widen and he stares at the Elf-maiden, mouth gaping open and his hair dishevled.
"F-Fox?"
He gets to his feet, sheathing his sword. His cheeks are a bit pink and he straightens his posture, making sure she notices his armband.
" It's been a long time since we last met, Finebrethil."
He steps foward and promptly slips in a rather thick puddle of foul smelling fluids that have been oozing out of the dead spider.
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