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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 28, 2003 8:37:46 GMT
He smiles, still looking at the road ahead.
Hmm... if it is indeed "mine," then i will have my guest decide.
The prince turns to the Witch King and grins, awaiting what might sound most appetizing at the moment.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 28, 2003 8:45:04 GMT
I think we should roast it on a spit.
*He starts to salivate at the thought.*
I have several barrels of good ale in the cellar. That would wash it down well!
We could hold a party!
*He rubs his hands gleefully at the thought. There was nothing he liked better then good food, a lot of drink and the chance to show off.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 28, 2003 9:32:14 GMT
Legolas smiles with delight.
That sound superb! We shall be going to your place, then? It seems as if I have quickly become the guest yet again.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 28, 2003 9:38:48 GMT
*The witch King laughed, he couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed himself so much.*
My place it is!
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 11, 2003 9:39:03 GMT
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*The Witch King moved through the stables silently like a shadow. He saddled Damnation in silence. The horse sensed his mood and stood quietly - today was not a day to play up.
He lead the horse from the stable and mounted in the moonlit courtyard. There was not a soul around. The only sound was the distant hooting of an owl.
The Witch King urged his horse forward and moved off into the night.*
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Post by Imrel on Apr 13, 2003 20:48:14 GMT
*Imrel trudges through the courtyard, hair bedraggled (even moreso than usual), boots caked in dry mud, face cold and pale but more the blotches of ruddy pink standing out on her cheeks. Wiping at one heavily shadowed eye, she proceeds to Rudi's stall, hoping he could forgive her for being to late in feeding him. She halts suddenly, her silhouette framed on the stony ground by silver moonlight, listening for a sound she had heard; distant galloping, or perhaps not quite so distance. Taking the feeling simply for fatigue playing tricks on her mind, she continues on.
*Peering over the door of the stall, she sees Rudi, still on his feet but with his head dropped and eyes closed. Smiles very slightly at the fact that he actually fell asleep, then goes over to the haystack in the corner of the stables to collect a supply for her horse for whenever he awakens.*
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Post by Zulu on Jun 16, 2003 19:59:13 GMT
-Lo leads Thea through the stables, her long hair tied back in a bun, whispey curls escaping to frame her face, leaning on Thea she sighs, her eyes wandering over the stable, remembering the last ride she took through the countryside-
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Post by Imrel on Jun 17, 2003 5:15:08 GMT
*Im stirs at the sound of hooves against the cobblestones, thinking it part of a dream until she peels her eyelids slowly back from her dry eyes and her vision comes into focus on the elf and her horse. Her eyes flicker around in confusion, and then she realizes she's curled in the haypile, where she must have fallen asleep whilst retrieving hay for Rudigar. She props herself up on one elbow and speaks up croakily.*
Hullo...
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Post by Zulu on Jun 17, 2003 23:43:14 GMT
-Lo jumps and then turns smiling at Im- well Good morning sleepy head.
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Post by Imrel on Jun 18, 2003 1:25:03 GMT
*She pushes herself unsteadily to her feet.*
Well, I'd like to see you walk straightway from Gondor to Rohan without having your eyelids droop.
*Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she smiles faintly.*
Is this your horse? I don't think I've met her yet.
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Post by Zulu on Jun 18, 2003 5:53:50 GMT
-Lo smiles and pats Thea's neck- You walked all the way? Poor darling, but yes, this is Thea,
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Post by Imrel on Jun 18, 2003 6:53:29 GMT
Hello Thea.
*Apparently newly awoken, Rudi neighs impatiently.*
Oh, right. Thea, this is Rudigar.
*Rudi snorts.*
I'm coming.
*Looks sheepishly to Lo.*
Poor thing didn't get supper the other day.
*She hurriedly brings the horse some fresh hay.*
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Post by Elidor on Jun 19, 2003 14:47:53 GMT
*Elidor walks in. There was a silence. Annoyed, Elidor walked slowly to the stall where her horse was housed*
Sheesh! Can't you people just talk normally in the presence of evil? Am I that intimidating?
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Post by Imrel on Jun 19, 2003 17:11:00 GMT
*Holds up a handful of hay.*
My mouth was full.
*She smiles, holding out her hand to Rudi, who promptly snuffles the hay from it.*
Don't worry Eli, you don't intimidate us. Unless you happen to be weilding a Morgul blade or something. *Pause* You're not, are you?
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Post by Zulu on Jun 19, 2003 18:37:24 GMT
*kicks AOL* it crashes every time I try to post! garg... supose its a sign?  -Lo looks over Eli curiously and then turns to Im- I dont *see* one... but... just the same, Eli be nice please? -gives her a lopsided grin- Its festival time after all |
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