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Post by Imrel on Aug 30, 2003 3:38:48 GMT
In the heart of the Bree, a town where Men and Hobbits reside peacefully together, is the bustling inn run by Barliman Butterbur. There is a cosy yet buzzing atmosphere, especially when the common room meets its full capacity of citizens and strangers enjoying ale and warm milk on those chilled autumn evenings. Numerous doors lead off from the main room, many of which take guests to their rooms. Those interested in staying the night have only to ask the jovial innkeeper.
*Imrel, filling in again for Butterbur, stands behind the counter, the grubby, mustard tinged apron tied around her waist clashing with her usual scarlet tunic. She is currently trying to dicipher the muttered order of a dodgy looking customer shrouded in a cloak and hood.*
Cabbage?
*Mumble mumble.*
Morgul ale?
*Aggitated mumbling.*
Um. Milk? Tell me if I'm getting warm...
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Post by The Witch King on Aug 30, 2003 6:09:03 GMT
*Having left Damnation in one of the inn's stables the Witch King decided to make an unscheduled stop at the 'Pony for a swift half. He'd been in the saddle all day and his chainmail was starting to chafe.
He made his way to the bar relieved to find the place reasonably quiet and his favourite table in the corner empty.*
I'll have a half of Morgul Ale barmen.
*He looked up realising it wasn't Butterbur but a female instead.*
Oh....er....didn't see you there... Barlady..
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Post by Rhiannon on Aug 30, 2003 12:17:48 GMT
*Enters right behind the Witch King, coming from the stables* Hello, everybody!
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Post by Imrel on Aug 30, 2003 18:39:30 GMT
*The previous customer having skulked off into a corner, Im looks up at the two who've just entered with a wide smile.*
Afternoon Witchy, Rhia. Good to see you both again.
*She ducks under the counter and reemerges with a mug and a bottle of a dark, onimous looking liquid.*
On the house, seeing as you haven't set anything on the town lately.
*After getting the cork out with some difficulty, she pours the drink and passes it to WK.*
You having anything, Rhia?
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Post by The Witch King on Aug 30, 2003 21:49:22 GMT
Why thankyou...
*He managed a grin, a little taken aback by Imrels generosity. Hmmm.. this could turn into a nice little blackmail scheme. A case of brandy in exchange for a frost free winter. Or a hold on all fatal plagues in return for a barrel of ale. He drank from the glass before nodding to Rhia.*
Greetings ranger. Back from the wilds are we?
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Post by Rhiannon on Sept 1, 2003 12:46:27 GMT
*Grins* Yes, still alive... *Turns to Imrel* Anything special in old Butterbur's wine cellars?
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Post by Balin on Sept 1, 2003 14:18:29 GMT
Balin enters after a looong walk through the lands of middle earth.
Can a dwarf get a beer and maby some old friends back?
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 15:07:23 GMT
Balin!
Good to see you ;D
*He gave the dwarf a hearty slap on the back.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Sept 1, 2003 15:09:50 GMT
Balin! Good to see you again! ;D
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Elven Star
Pizbur (Sergeant)
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Post by Elven Star on Sept 1, 2003 15:24:47 GMT
Elv, steps in to the door her hood drawn down around her face.She leans against the door frame.
Is there room for an Elf among old friends? She pulls her hood back and stands smiling.
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Post by Balin on Sept 1, 2003 16:16:31 GMT
I have always room in my heart for a new elf after all Gimli the elf friend was my cousins son.
Hello to you all long time away i know but now I'm back.
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Post by Imrel on Sept 1, 2003 17:52:38 GMT
*She raps sharply on the counter to get the others' attention.*
That's it. This is the first time the inn's been really alive since summer- free drinks all around.
*She ducks out of the bar and goes to the cellar door.*
This is a one off, mind, cos I'm in such a good mood.
*Goes into the cellar.*
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 18:24:32 GMT
Hurrah!
*Witchy raises his glass in the air. he was doing rather well tonight.*
I think this calls for a toast..
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Post by Imrel on Sept 1, 2003 18:31:48 GMT
*She reemerges carrying a bottle of Mirkwood Mith, dusty with age.*
Keep your crown on, Witchy, they need something to toast with first.
*Slipping back into the bar, she retrieves several glasses from the overhead rack, uncorks the bottle and starts pouring.*
So, what've you all been up to?
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Post by Balin on Sept 1, 2003 19:17:41 GMT
I was gone for nine months..
I was down by the blue mountains fighting goblins. They greatly outnumber us dwarfs so we were pressed back. it took alot of time and lives to beat them but we did..
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