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Post by The Witch King on Dec 1, 2002 0:30:45 GMT
*Walks in through the doors of the Prancing Pony and takes a good look around. Having been banned from the Brandywine Inn for lewd conduct the Witch King had returned to his old haunt, a place he hadn't visited for some time (Too many Elves and Hobbits for his liking). However, there weren't any to be seen, only a handful of men sat around the tables, a couple of those being rangers who were unfortunately occupying the darker corner seats.
Walks across to the bar and orders a malt beer before taking a table by the window. Outside the icy wind is howling around the building and the first snow of the year is starting to fall.*
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Post by Imrel on Dec 1, 2002 6:52:11 GMT
*In comes Imrel, huddled in her cloak, teeth chattering.*
It's freezing out there! Camri should be happy, at least...
*Shakes her head and makes her way to the bar, not yet taking her cloak off. Nods and smiles to the folks occupying a table nearby.*
Morning Semerach, Dylia.
*Hops up on a bar stool to wait for Butterbur. Glancing around, she notices a group of gruff looking Men around the central table, a couple of Rangers in the corner, and a Nazgul by the window. Calls over to him.*
Morning, Witch King. Enjoying the weather?
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 1, 2002 7:52:31 GMT
*Watches Imrel cross the floor to the bar, delighted at the fact that she is cold.*
Yes indeed I am.
For my powers are at their greatest when the land is in the icy grip of winter.
*Gives an evil laugh before drinking his beer.*
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Post by Imrel on Dec 1, 2002 7:57:21 GMT
You're certainly in a good mood today. Which is probably bad news for the rest of us. Morning, Mister Butterbur.
*Turns back around as the innkeeper appears behind the bar, giving her a mug of hot cocoa and a smile.*
Need any help today?
Only when the blizzard starts up and we're overrun with frozen guests.
*Rolls his eyes and disappears again.*
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Post by Aulus corthale on Dec 1, 2002 17:33:50 GMT
at the gate aulus tryd to enter bree but the gaurd sayd it was closed. he walked off and came to some sort of gap in the walls and crawls trow. the door slams open and aulus walked into the prancing pony. he dusted off his cloack as the innkeep gave him a distrusting look. aulus greeted the rangers and sat down on a table near a corner.
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 1, 2002 17:41:16 GMT
Greeting Aulus
Is it still snowing out there?
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Post by Aulus corthale on Dec 1, 2002 17:49:05 GMT
greetings whitch king, yes its still snowing it started to get worse and that stupid guy at the gate woudent let me in so i had to let my self in. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 1, 2002 17:53:50 GMT
*Gives an evil laugh*
Folk around here get nervous at this time of year. The dark forces have heightened powers and the ice and snow brings strange creatures into the towns from the woods, searching for food and shelter.
*Takes a gulp of beer*
The old git on the gate obviously mistook you for a strange creature.
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Post by Aulus corthale on Dec 1, 2002 18:06:49 GMT
"hmm i should make him pay for sutch an insult. o well maybe next time." he took out his pipe and pipeweed. "its good to find a dry spot to smoke some fine pipeweed."
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 1, 2002 18:09:36 GMT
*Feels his pockets*
Hmmmm...yeah I've nearly run out.
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Post by Aulus corthale on Dec 1, 2002 18:16:32 GMT
thats not good
*lights the pipe and blows out a large cloud of smoke*
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 1, 2002 18:21:25 GMT
No it isn't.
I shall have to cut down.
*drinks his beer, watching the swirling smoke patterns Aulus is creating.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 1, 2002 18:32:38 GMT
*Is upstairs in her room, a little luxury she decided to spend her money on tonight. Hears more and more people arrive and decides to see who's here already. Walks down the stairs and into the main room. Sees her friends at one of the tables. Smiles and walks over. *Good evening*
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 1, 2002 18:40:38 GMT
*Is surprised to see Rhiannon appear through an internal door leading down from the stairs and wonders if she's staying in Bree.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 1, 2002 18:48:45 GMT
May I join you? *Sits down, trying very hard not to grin as she remembers the last night she had with her friends at a hobbit pub.*
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