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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 9, 2003 21:55:58 GMT
He winces at the WK's slap and follows behind him, smiling at his enthusiasm.
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Khamul
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Drinks: 10 Mai Tais (then impaled innkeeper on swizzle stick).Killed: 17 human men. Go us!
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Post by Khamul on Sept 5, 2003 9:06:34 GMT
[Khamul entered the Hidden Chamber and set his cake down ceremoniously in front of the WitchKing.]
The cake's done, and look! It's happy to see you!
[He folded his arms with pride as his King studied the strawberry- Warg eye cake. The addition of the eyes made the "N" look more like a nose and the border of strawberries, a smiling mouth. It was disturbing, disgusting, yet strangely whimsical.]
You bring the Brewskies?
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 5, 2003 9:11:49 GMT
*Witchy studied the cake warily.*
....looks great Kham..
*There was nothing he hated more then crunchy eyes but he didn't want to offend his fellow wraith. Maybe after a few beers he'd pluck up the courage to try some.
He rolled out a large barrel of beer and began pouring two mugfuls.*
The receptions bad on the palantir tonight. All I'm picking up is Elven gardening.. and I'm really not that interested in the splendour of Rivendell
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Khamul
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Post by Khamul on Sept 5, 2003 9:21:46 GMT
[Khamul grinned gleefully and plopped down next to the WitchKing, tossing off his apron and grabbing a mugful of beer. He drummed his finger against his thigh impatiently as images of Elves tending their herbs sprang up from the inner flames of the orb. Khamul grumbled to himself through a mouthful of his drink.]
You seemed pretty interested in something else from Rivendell...
[He swallowed another gulp of beer and grabbed a strawberry off of the cake.]
What it is with this thing, can't it pick up something else?
[His brow darkened as a Halfling dating show appeared next.]
Ugh, even worse! Where's the Orc wrestling?
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 5, 2003 9:29:25 GMT
*The Witch King got up and gave the palantir a quick polish with the end of his robe. He pretended not to hear Khamuls first comment.*
Ahh look the pictures clearing...
*Through the murky swirls of fire and mist and image of two female orcs appeared, slithering around in a mud pit.*
Yay!
*Witchy raised his mug triumphantly and retook his seat next to Khamul.*
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Khamul
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Post by Khamul on Sept 5, 2003 9:43:38 GMT
[Khamul gaped at the WitchKing and nearly dropped his flaggon of beer.
"Yay!" ?
If Khamul were capable of getting a brain aneurysm, he would have had one. First, the hugging, now odd, semi-cute slang terms of gratification? Khamul refilled his mug, if he wanted to get over the shock of his King's sudden strange behaviour, being piss ass drunk might ease the pain. He had been out for too long, the WitchKing had become delirious with Elvish tomfoolery! It was quite simple, really, all he had to do was kill a bunch of Elves until he found out which one had caused this. Yes, it was a good plan... He grinned slyly and rubbed his hands together in a sinister fashion, wondering how he would begin his reign of terror upon the denizens of Rivendell. Perhaps he could use the plague of the Black Breath? He hadn't used that in quite awhile... Of course he would take the culprit to the pit for some quality time with the iron maiden, but for now... wrestling. He clanked his beer mug against WK's raised one and laughed heartily.]
Hey... you're not eating the cake.
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 5, 2003 12:26:07 GMT
All in good time my friend..
*Witchy gave a forced laugh and tried to concentrate on the wrestling. Hissing hell! He wished he would stop going on about the damn cake.*
So Khamul what brings you to Minas Morgul?
Did Sauron finally chuck you out of Dol Guldar for not paying the rent?
Or was it one party too many? I heard the Mirkwood elves tried to get a noise disturbance order on you.
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Khamul
Pizgal (Corporal)
Drinks: 10 Mai Tais (then impaled innkeeper on swizzle stick).Killed: 17 human men. Go us!
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Post by Khamul on Sept 6, 2003 1:13:00 GMT
[Khamul grunted in response. He worked really hard on that cake. He even raided the Warg pens for the right color eyes as the decorations! The wraith crushed the handle of his beer mug between his fist in an attempt to calm himself. I guess it's not THAT big of a deal, he'd only been cooking for the WitchKing for past, oh, 20 or more centuries. Whatever... If he didn't want to eat the stinkin' cake, he didn't have to. Bastard... Khamul snapped back to the present when he heard WK utter the name of the Dark Lord.]
Oh, you know... I've been busy showing those snotty, pointy-eared brats who's Boss of Mirkwood, doing a fine job of it too, I might add. Actually, the Dark One thought I was spending too much of my energy showing off for those Mirkwood Elf maidens, they really dig trees and stuff. And shiny silver breastplates.
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 6, 2003 6:56:12 GMT
*Witchy could see Khamuls dissapointment and decided he'd better try some of the cheesecake. He unsheathed his morgul blade and began cutting himself a slice. Nodding as Kham retold the goings on in Mirkwood.*
Oh yeah! They love shiny breastplates.
*The Morgul Lord forced a smile. He'd wanted the job at Dol Guldar and was gutted when Sauron gave it to Kham. He wasn't going to let it show though.
His jealousies were soon forgotten as he tasted the cheesecake.*
Mmmm.....delicious Khamul! You are a most excellent cook!
*He helped himself to another piece, dropping cream down the front of his clean black robes.*
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Khamul
Pizgal (Corporal)
Drinks: 10 Mai Tais (then impaled innkeeper on swizzle stick).Killed: 17 human men. Go us!
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Post by Khamul on Sept 13, 2003 8:01:07 GMT
[Khamul clasped his heavily armoured hands with glee, speaking in a tone of voice that could only be described as frighteningly cheerful.]
You mean it? I spent a good portion of my breastplate polishing time scouring the Warg pens for the decorations. I slaughtered the donor with my bare hands, you know. I find it to be so relaxing...
[Khamul watched as WK enjoyed the cake, chuckling eerily to himself.]
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 13, 2003 8:22:09 GMT
*Witchy gave a short laugh and forced a smile. That laugh of Khamul's always sent shivers down his spine.*
Well go easy on the slaughtering Khamul, we need the wargs for the war.
*He helped himself to another slice.*
Besides theres plenty of hobbit ponies down in the Shire or hobbits even if you get really bored.*
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Khamul
Pizgal (Corporal)
Drinks: 10 Mai Tais (then impaled innkeeper on swizzle stick).Killed: 17 human men. Go us!
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Post by Khamul on Sept 13, 2003 8:39:59 GMT
[Khamul's jovial attitude dropped and he chugged down more morgul beer.]
Ergh, don't remind me... Damn watermelons...
[Khamul started thinking about recipies for Shire pony lasagna or perhaps Halfling Marsala.]
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 14, 2003 8:24:37 GMT
Hmmm...looks like we shall have to pay them a visit in the near future.
*The Witch Kings eyes narrowed.*
We can't have those dense, hairy halflings making a mockery of one of my captains.
*He picked a strawberrie off the cheesecake and nibbled it thoughtfully*
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Khamul
Pizgal (Corporal)
Drinks: 10 Mai Tais (then impaled innkeeper on swizzle stick).Killed: 17 human men. Go us!
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Post by Khamul on Sept 14, 2003 8:31:48 GMT
[Khamul stood up, his flaggon of beer falling to the ground in his fervor.]
I say we ride now! Those little Shire-rats deserve a swift and fiery death! And anyway, the Palantir's acting funny.
[He taps the dark crystal orb with the tip of his finger. He balls his hands into fists.]
Too long has it been since I have inflicted the Black Breath upon those undeserving creatures!
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 14, 2003 8:46:28 GMT
*Witchy was about to protest that Orc idol was going to start soon but he saw sense in Khamuls words.*
Indeed.
We will crush the enemy with our might, we shall bend the halflings to our ways. We will unleash a terror so ferocious and savage they will cower at our feet, begging for mercy.. and then we can pick a pizza up on the way back.
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