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Post by The Witch King on Aug 31, 2003 21:36:20 GMT
The Black Hall is bedecked in it's usual festive finery. Ribbons, garlands and banners in blacks and reds hang from the pillars and rafters. Long tables with seating for several hundred guests run lengthways down the hall. Each table is laden with food and drink. The resident house band 'Mordor Boys' are churning out a racket in the far corner. The orcs are already getting stuck in to the nibbles and punch.
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Post by Imrel on Aug 31, 2003 22:02:09 GMT
*Imrel skids in, assuming that she's late again. The shock of actually being the first guest there leaves her speechless. (Not that saying anything would make much of a difference over the Mordor Boys' music.) She sits down at the corner of the table, straightening her skirt, and looks around the hall, admiring the decorations.*
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 5:59:47 GMT
*The Witch King struts in, dressed in a long black cloak of the finest velvet and wearing his spikey crown.*
Ahh...Imrel
*He makes his way over to the ranger and gives her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.*
Good to see you here.
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Post by Imrel on Sept 1, 2003 6:04:47 GMT
Thanks, and likewise.
*Grins up at him.*
Nice robes. Is that velvet?
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 6:08:17 GMT
Why yes..
*He felt the fabric with his long fingers. A smug look on his face.*
Mordors finest.
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Huzgol the Horrid
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Agent of Evil, Servant of Sauron, Lover of Man Flesh!
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Post by Huzgol the Horrid on Sept 1, 2003 6:08:53 GMT
Huzgol comes into the Hall, hoping that everyone would admire her new outfit for the occasion, with a short black leather skirt that showed the nice battle scar on her knee and the black long-sleeved shirt which was full of what looked like spiderwebs and bloodstains...
She sees a Ranger and a Nazgul talking to each other and walks up to them. "Hullo, mates!" she says, extending a hand with pointed black nails...
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Post by Imrel on Sept 1, 2003 6:12:13 GMT
Hello!
*She gets up and shakes Huzgol's hand.*
Have we met?
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 6:12:29 GMT
*Witchy did a double take and wolf whistled loudly.*
Very nice Huzgol. You have legs I see..
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Post by Imrel on Sept 1, 2003 6:15:56 GMT
*She rolls her eyes at Witchy but can't help agreeing.*
It is a cute outfit. I think I'm the only one who underdressed for the occasion.
*Glances down at her modest white blouse and knee length crimson skirt.*
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Huzgol the Horrid
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Agent of Evil, Servant of Sauron, Lover of Man Flesh!
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Post by Huzgol the Horrid on Sept 1, 2003 6:19:08 GMT
"Thank you," Huzgol says proudly. "And I can certainly see that black robes and red outfits also seem to in for a while."
"I'm Huzgolbon Emberkazmen," she then tells Im, "But I prefer Huzgol, Huzgol the Horrid!"
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Post by Imrel on Sept 1, 2003 6:25:43 GMT
*Smiles.*
Nice name. Imrel Briarthorn is mine, but it's mostly just Im.
*She looks worried for a moment.*
Any particular reason for "the Horrid"?
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Sept 1, 2003 6:35:22 GMT
"Cuz the leader of my orc troop says that I have the most horrid ways of stealing horses from Rohan. My career, you see," Huzgol explains.
"Did somebody say Rohan?" Éowyn says as she enters the hall, not sure whether hearing the name of her homelands was a good or bad thing. "We haven't met before, have we?" she asks the orc, looking at her curious outfit in comparison with her own blue dress...
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Post by Imrel on Sept 1, 2003 6:49:57 GMT
Eowyn!
*Imrel gives her friend a hug.*
You look lovely, as always.
*She looks to Huzgol.*
This is Huzgol Em... Um... Not sure I can pronounce the last name. Huzgol, this is Eowyn. *Cough* Of Rohan.
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Lhiam
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*dink*
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Post by Lhiam on Sept 1, 2003 9:05:21 GMT
Lhiam strides out into the Black Hall, his fur mantle and heavy scarlet cape billowing dramatically behind him. He walks with a confident gait, his silver cuirass clad chest is stuck out pridefully. Lhiam immediately knocks his right hip into the corner of one of the banquet tables, then more or less winces his way to the rest of the group.
Lady Eowyn! Imrel, how do you fare this fine evening?
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 9:10:22 GMT
*The Witch-King eyed the newcomer with disdain.*
Prat...
*He muttered under his breath as he supped his punch.*
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