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Post by Arwen on May 2, 2002 21:07:12 GMT
Along the banks of the Brandywine river lies a small inn. It is a dark and pokey place run by a hobbit known as Gorbadoc Broadbelt. Enter through a round door. Inside you will find a lowbeamed, bowing ceiling, and dark shadowy alcoves, The tables are wooden and solid and a roaring fire dominates one end. Although there are many hobbits sat at the tables there are also travellers, both elves and men enjoying the good fayre.
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Post by Arwen on May 2, 2002 21:38:04 GMT
*Ducks her head as she enters the inn. Goes over to the bar and orders some bread and jam and a glass of wine. Takes a seat at an empty table near the fire.*
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Post by Vaire Aiste on May 3, 2002 11:37:49 GMT
*comes in ducking her head at the door. she takes a seat next Arwen* Why hello there!
{{ Heh,very good idea!I should've thought of it myself!Lol}}
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Post by The Witch King on May 3, 2002 11:39:34 GMT
*Sits in a dark recess, watching the room.*
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Post by Vaire Aiste on May 3, 2002 11:52:05 GMT
*orders a glass of wine and takes a sip*So how are you Arwen?*she says almost totally ignoring the everything else-just because she's a ditz and all...*
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Post by Arwen on May 3, 2002 16:07:27 GMT
Good thanks, Arethusa.
And yourself?
* butters a hunk of bread and smears loads of jam on it. Takes a bite*
Mmm........I'm absolutely famished!
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Post by Imrel on May 3, 2002 21:35:03 GMT
*four hobbits troop in, followed by firebird. they are alf, a sturdy and rather bossy fellow, a little stouter than the others, with wiry black hair; fob, a cheery girl with dark brown curls, twinkling eyes and a humerous nature; temmin, a small, quiet and brown haired lad who is usually agreeable; and lavendar, the tallest and most amiable, with long auburn hair and a relentless grin.*
fob: *grinning, calls out.* oh, go-orb...
*the innkeeper, currently manning the bar, gives the group an ominous look before going hastily back to filling mugs.*
lavendar: isn't that nice, he remembers us.
alf: *shakes his head and leads the way to a table in the corner.* come on, you lot...
goes to the bar for a cup of mild ale, then joins her friends at the fireplace.* greetings, arwen, arethusa. *glances to the witch king in the corner.* your evilness. *takes a seat.* how goes it?
[apologies for the hobbit bit, but they're really fun npcs, lol.]
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Post by Elidor on May 4, 2002 4:40:22 GMT
*Clears throat loudly*
Any chicken soup for me?
;D ;D
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Post by Vaire Aiste on May 4, 2002 6:35:22 GMT
Well, I'm good I suppose.
*takes a sip of wine*
Well and umm, anything new?
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Post by Imrel on May 4, 2002 6:47:39 GMT
*waves to the innkeeper.* could we have some chicken soup for eli, please? i don't want to find out what happens if a ringwraith is deprived of food...
and nothing i can think of is new, areth, thank you.
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Post by Vaire Aiste on May 7, 2002 20:21:25 GMT
*smiles* Yeah, well, that tis good firebird. MMmmm so and yeah.
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Post by Imrel on May 7, 2002 21:21:17 GMT
that's good news! *when eli has been served a bowl of soup, orders a current bun.*
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Post by Arwen on May 8, 2002 17:17:20 GMT
Hi Firebird,
*finishes her jam and bread, then makes herself comfortable in her chair and listens to the others conversation.*
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Post by Loriathan on May 8, 2002 17:25:10 GMT
A pint of your finest, please!
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Post by Arwen on May 8, 2002 17:27:15 GMT
*looks over and waves, trying to catch Loriathan's attention.*
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