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Post by Imrel on Feb 15, 2003 20:06:53 GMT
*Zag returns to the remnants of the flower bed, now struggling to carry a sizeable log from a felled trunk in the tree grove. His buddy Bâshzog is carrying the back end, probably not the best of ideas as Zag can't see where he's going...*
Ouch!
*And there's that pesky pitchfork again.*
A'ight, I think that'll do us. Let's just smooth over the dirt and get started building.
*Bâsh drops his end of the log and pulls Zag up out of the soil. Pretty soon, they're in the midst of clearing a gazebo site.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 16, 2003 13:42:39 GMT
"Froggy woggy!" Huzgol asks, coming up besides Arzgok and Alan. "Can I kiss it? Maybe it shall turn into the orc prince of my dreams!!!"
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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 16, 2003 15:11:45 GMT
Seeing the others were occupided molesting some poor toad Grubhosh slunk across the garden and vanished into the house. She was looking for anything of value that was small enough to fit into her pockets (and she had a lot of 'em).She paused to admire a statue of a beautiful elf madien, her hands itched for a permenant marker.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 17, 2003 19:11:53 GMT
*Returns to the wheelbarrow. His gleeful grin falls from his face at the sight of an empty barrow. There is no sign of the Elf, only the rope she was bound with remains. He picks it up noticing the frayed edges, wondering how she could have possibly escaped.
Hmmm......not with a knife for the edges are too frayed. It's almost like they have been chewed
There could be only one explanation.*
Rhia's blasted goat!
*Alan looks around frantically, but the animal, along with the elf, has disappeared.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 19, 2003 16:39:48 GMT
Huzgol draws her black dagger still filled with blood stains from preparing Sauron's Christmas Dinner (Huzgol is a good cook by orc standards!).
"Have goaty for dinner as a punishment!" she shouts, running off in a random direction.
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Post by Imrel on Feb 19, 2003 23:46:47 GMT
*In the flower bed, a base had been laid for the gazebo. Not a particularly neat, well crafted, sturdy, or... Urm... Oh look, a goat.*
Um, Zag, there's a-
*Bâsh doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Dûlgburz's escaped goat, now fleeing Huzgol and her daggar, charges past him in a frenzy. Naturally, he goes flying. Right into Zag. Who goes flying. Right into the gazebo.*
*Zag spits out a mouthful of mud and splinters, and moves out from under Bâsh's arm.*
There's a what, sorry?
*The goat, meanwhile, is still hurtling away with the velocity of a fired arrow, looking for her "daddy".*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 20, 2003 9:03:22 GMT
"Aaarrrgghh!" Huzgolbon screams in frustration, angry at the goat running away from her. She throws her dagger, nearly pinning Zagaluk by the ear.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 20, 2003 16:48:41 GMT
*Draws his sword and follows the others, delighting in this game of hunt the goat. He soon outruns the smaller Orcs and chases it through the gardens of Rivendell, stamping the delicate flowers as he goes.
He corners the goat under the blossom trees and moves towards it slowly, arms outstretched, a terrible sneer on his face.*
Come now my lovely.
You shall make a nice roast tonight.
*He gave an evil laugh and with that the goat charged. Butting him with a terrific force which sent him hurtling into the fountain with an almighty splash. The goat siezing it's chance to escape, leapt up the steps and in through the open door of the great house.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 20, 2003 17:01:30 GMT
*Rushes after his pet with flailing arms, trying to prevent both the goat and himself from being killed* Noooo! Goatie! Daddy's here, over here! Come on, be a good... *Trips over a shovel and lands head first on the ground, knocked out immediately*
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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 20, 2003 22:14:09 GMT
Grubby weighed a large heavy expensive looking candel stick in her hands. It was very nice and would fetch a good price either sold by itself or melted down. She noticed the goat chraging straight towards her too late. She gave a startled shriek, jumped out of the way into the arms of another statue It teetered on it pedistal, the small orc clinging to it trying to pull it back. It fell with an almost deafening crash over a low railing into a court yard below, almost taking grubby with it. She winced hoping she wouldn't have to pay for it out of her wages. She looked around and saw the goat's tail vanishing round a corner.
'the black pits take you, you filthy sodding goat!
she yelled after it, cursing it in various tounges, and chased after it down the corridor.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 21, 2003 6:49:31 GMT
Huzgol picks up her dagger again and continues running after the goat, stomping on flowers and getting a large thron in her foot.
"In the name of Sauron, come back you dinner!" she shouts at the goat, now limping due to the thorn...
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 21, 2003 7:43:07 GMT
*Drags himself out of the fountain, his robes filled with water and runs into the house in a blind rage, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind him.
He stands in one of the rooms , dripping, listening for the slightest sound.
There appears to be a commotion coming from the other side of the house and he hurries off to investigate, leaving a large puddle of dirty water to soak into the handwoven elven rugs.*
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Post by Elidor on Feb 21, 2003 14:51:41 GMT
*Saw everyone running and decided to join in.*
We must catch that whatever thing we are chasing!
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 22, 2003 13:16:41 GMT
"Clarey!" Huzgol stops, panting and calls what she thinks is the goat's name. "Clarey, come here!!!"
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 23, 2003 22:39:31 GMT
*Dûlgburz regains consciousness just in time* Where..? What? *Rushes into the direction of the shouts as his memory returns* GOATIEEEEE! NOOOOOOOO!. *Manages to catch up* Good girl, come to daddy. Yeah, that's my girl. *Gives the others an angry stare* Nobody to touch my little darling, understood?! *Pulls the goat around the next corner*
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