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Post by Elidor on Feb 28, 2003 13:40:36 GMT
Really? Do explain.
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 4, 2003 11:20:34 GMT
*The Witch King had grown bored with his guests. He found the Haradrim sullen and inattentive and besides all the cake had gone. If he hurried he could still catch the final episode of Orc stars on the palantir. He stood up suddenly .*
Right you can all leave now.
I have more important things to attend to.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 5, 2003 9:00:19 GMT
Legolas nods and stands from the table. He makes his way to the Witch King and smiles, bowing his head in appreciation.
Thank you, Witch King. That was a most delightful meal.
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 5, 2003 9:10:09 GMT
Glad you enjoyed it Legolas.
*He takes the praise graciously before turning to the Orc guards in the doorway.*
Show the Elf out.
*he quickly adds*
nicely..
*he gave the orc a threatening stare.*
Let him out through the front door..
*He said it in an offhand manner which caused the Orc to question if he had heard right. Elves never left through the front door.*
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Post by Melian on Mar 5, 2003 18:23:45 GMT
Good bye legolas, *melian says standing up then curtsies, turns around and begins to clear the table*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 5, 2003 20:18:56 GMT
He bows to the Witch King in gratitude and to Mel as well. With a satisfied smile, he turns to his orc escorts, walking gracefully between them to the door.
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 5, 2003 21:08:02 GMT
*Witchy rushes off in the opposite direction to his palantir in the tower.*
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Khamul
Pizgal (Corporal)
Drinks: 10 Mai Tais (then impaled innkeeper on swizzle stick).Killed: 17 human men. Go us!
Posts: 51
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Post by Khamul on Sept 4, 2003 19:21:12 GMT
[After a thorough polishing of his armour, Khamul strode into the Kitchen. The place was empty, the Nazgul expected WitchKing to be brooding over at the wooden table, demanding Jared or someone else make him food immediately. Khamul himself, being the WitchKing's 2nd in command, knew how to cook, for he experienced the full brunt of WK's demands.
Knowing Wk was probably plotting over the Palantir, Khamul started working on a strawberry shortcake (WK's favorite, 2nd only to Morgul tollhouse cookies), donning a white frilly apon (wouldn't want to soil the shining plate mail) whilst weilding a wooden spoon and wire whisk.]
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 4, 2003 21:41:53 GMT
*Witchy had returned to the kitchen for some nibbles and got the shock of his life seeing Khamul there.*
Khamul!!
*He crossed the room in an instant and hugged his fellow ringwraith.*
It's so good to see you here!
*He noted the apron and the whisk*
..I see you're settling in..
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Khamul
Pizgal (Corporal)
Drinks: 10 Mai Tais (then impaled innkeeper on swizzle stick).Killed: 17 human men. Go us!
Posts: 51
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Post by Khamul on Sept 5, 2003 7:13:45 GMT
[Khamul made a face and resisted the urge to smack WK over the head with his wooden spoon. Since when did the High Lord of the Nazgul hug? The closest sign of affection Khamul ever recieved from him was good, hard kick or maybe a large, blunt object thrown in his general direction. That Evenstar wench must have used her Elven trickery to turn his once irritable, frighteningly violent King into a simpering fool! The ex-Dark Easterling narrowed his fiery eyes and immediately began plotting a painful, humiliating revenge. Yes, it would fall as swiftly as an eagle's talons grasping a struggling fish...]
It is an honor to see you, as always, My Lord...
[He looked down at his apron, then turned back to start mixing the cake batter.]
Yes, well, I figured you would be hungry after all that evil scheming in the Tower. Strawberry shortcake, still a favorite of yours, right? I decided to ride down to the Shire and bullied the Halflings for some strawberries. Heh heh heh...
[Khamul chuckled madly as he cracked three eggs into a metal bowl, mashing the yellow yolks into a slimy pulp with his whisk. He had made a dramatic entrance, flying over the thick wooden fences surrounding the strawberry patches on his dark steed, a high-pitched war cry erupting from his unholy throat. Oh, the look of sheer terror in their simple, ugly little Halfling eyes! After chasing a few of the older, fatter Hobbits up and down the paths, he grabbed all of the nice, plump strawberries into a small crate and tied it to the back of his saddle. Khamul made sure he stomped on all of the watermelons before he left. If there was one thing he hated more than Elves and Halflings, it was watermelon. Disgusting pink flesh strewn with those infernal black seeds, oh how he hated watermelon... In his ever darkening mood, Khamul noticed the batter was beginning to get frothy due to unnecessary whisking. He unceremoniously dumped the batter into two circular pans and tossed them into the oven. After WitchKing had kicked the baking tool after tasting a particularly burnt offering of double chocolate chip cookies, the blasted thing had never worked right. Khamul sat at the table and began slicing up the strawberries into a large bowl. The berries dripped crimson juice onto his silver, claw-like gloves, which reminded him of all the bloodshed during the old raids for Sauron. Ah, the memories... The Nazgul caught himself sighing wistfully while staring at his red streaked hands.]
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 5, 2003 8:30:15 GMT
*Witchy realised the folly of his impulsive actions. He didn't want Khamul to think he was too excited to see him and hugging between Ringwraiths was severly frowned upon. He took on more of a manly stance and cleared his throat.*
Hey Khamul man, you should see the new range of swords I got.
*He sucked in his breath and shook his head.*
Lethal...
I've been practising with them alot since I crashed the winged beast. I'm stuck for transport at the minute.
*He laughed to himself.*
I was going hell for leather through the gap of Rohan and clipped a tree!
*He watched Khamul cooking*
Cheesecake sounds good. I'll crack open a few kegs of beer and we can watch the Orc tournaments on the Palantir.
*He grinned. Secretely pleased to have a friend at last.*
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Khamul
Pizgal (Corporal)
Drinks: 10 Mai Tais (then impaled innkeeper on swizzle stick).Killed: 17 human men. Go us!
Posts: 51
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Post by Khamul on Sept 5, 2003 9:02:08 GMT
[Khamul wasn't really listening, still trapped in his blood soaked daydream of dismembering men and elves. He started licking the red liquid off of his clawed gloves absentmindedly, awakened by his dissapointment when he remembered it was just fruit. He listened to WitchKing silently, trying to supress a snort.]
Er... yeah. Lethal, M'Lord. I bet you really gave those Horse Lords a scare. M'Yup...
[He rolled his eyes once his back was turned and carried the strawberries to the counter near the oven. The metal contraption was emitting a foul, chalky odor and black wisps of smoke began to seep from the door. He gave a squeal and yanked the two cake pans out of the oven. Thankfully, they were about done, all Khamul had to do was scrape off a few layers of blackened charcoal and it'd be fine. He emptied the first tin on a plate and threw some strawberries on the steaming mound of brackish cake. The second layer fell out of the pan with a dull plop. Khamul took out a dagger, encrusted with dried Orc blood from a particularly messy torture session and began spreading vanilla icing on the cake. His brow furrowed with concentration as he meticulously coated the pastry with creamy sugar before arranging the strawberry halves into a circular border with a big "N" (for Nazgul, of course) in the center. Sure, it was a work of culinary mastery, but it was missing something... Khamul pondered over this for a few moments before slapping his forehead. Of course, how could he be so forgetful? He pulled out a set of amber eyes, taken from the corpse of a Warg and placed them cheerily on either side of the fruit marked "N". Satisfied with his work, Khamul grabbed his creation and set out for the Hidden Chamber.]
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 14, 2003 15:10:33 GMT
****
*Frustrated shouts and curses can be heard through the corridors leading to the kitchen. There is a clattering of pots and pans as teh Witch King attempts to cook dinner. The room is filled with smoke and steam and there is clutter everywhere - discarded utensils, cooking ingrediants, recipe books and dirty bowls. Witchy frantically searches through the cupboards, slamming the doors in temper.*
In Saurons name who's had the whisk!!
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Post by Grubhosh on Dec 15, 2003 0:08:23 GMT
Grubby pushed open the kitchen door, saw the witch king in a rage and shrank back against the wall outside hoping he hadn't saw her. Maybe it had been a bad idea to bake Radgut a cake. She clutched the dirty mixing bowl with the whisk and a wooden spoon inside it to her chest. She turned round tipp toed back up the corridor. She could hide the evidence under her bed adn get rid of it tomorrow.
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Elven Star
Pizbur (Sergeant)
Nomadic Elf
Fight for what you believe in most
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Post by Elven Star on Dec 30, 2003 23:48:36 GMT
Elv stood in the door way, a little freaked out by being back at The Morgul Vale, this time with out the ring of Uruk-hai around her. She leaned lightly in the door way and laughed at Witchy. Her hood was drawn in around her face so she couldnt be seen...
By the looks of this place I would say you doint have a clue what your doing...
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