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Post by EoHuz on Sept 15, 2003 5:45:19 GMT
Taking a apple cinnamon muffine, Eowyn gives the wraith one more look, wondering whether introducing herself would be a wise idea or not.
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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 15, 2003 7:28:38 GMT
OOC:
Eli- Yup, that I am. Thanks for the welcome! However, I'm not an Eriador veteran.
Grub- A bundt cake is kind of like a big donut, except it's a cake (think "My Big Fat Greek Wedding": 'There's a hole in this cake...'). And yes, I am a good cook. You should really sample my Warg eye chessecake sometime.
BIC:
[Khamul fumed, why weren't the others aware of his status? Ah, no matter. He had, afterall been assigned to the Mirkwood regions, so his name probably had been mentioned in tales throughout Middle Earth. However, it was no excuse for another Wraith to not recognize the second in command. After slicing up his homemade bundt cake, the Nazgul sheathed his black blade and waited for WK to return with his punch.]
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 15, 2003 20:14:56 GMT
There you go my friend!
*Witchy returned with the punch and handed it to Khamul, spilling most of it over his robes. He grinned, oblivious to the spillage.*
You know what? I think most of the ladies have taken a shine to you.
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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 Sept 15, 2003 20:24:13 GMT
Elv walked over to a table at the far end of the hall. She placed her cup on the table and took a seat. She let her eyes wonder the room watching people.
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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 16, 2003 8:19:52 GMT
[Khamul just scowled as WK gave him an unwanted punch shower. His ever darkening mood suddenlt cleared when his superior Nazgul mentioned the women. He immediately grabbed a fistful of WK's cape and started shining the punch doused areas of his silver armour. After he has sufficiently preened, he folds his arms in a casual manner.]
Ha, such things mean nothing to the reigning Lord and Master of Dol Gurdur. Assissting the Dark lord as his Cheif Lieutenant is the only earthly reward I cherish.
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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 16, 2003 20:36:29 GMT
Grubby cleared a small space on the table and sat down, swinging her legs and eating the rest of the cake. It was a very nice cake, for some thing one of the Nazgul had made. She licked the icing off her fingers and watched the strage Nazgul curiously, he was drying off his armour on the witch kings' robes. She chuckled she did sometimes wonder about her supposed betters.
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Post by EoHuz on Sept 17, 2003 6:46:13 GMT
The Mordor boys finished another song and the break dancing Uruk-Hai decided to leave, grumbling something about rangers having no style at rap.
"Well, now that that bloke is gone, care to dance again?" Eowyn asks, hoping that this time nobody shall get bonked by an Uruk.
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 17, 2003 8:33:10 GMT
(Bonked by an Uruk-hai! Thats not a pleasant thought!)
Of course Khamul..
*He patted the wriath on the shoulder, his doubts about Khamuls sexuality growing by the minute. He coughed uneasily.*
I think I'll try some of that cake.
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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 17, 2003 8:51:19 GMT
Yes, you go do that, M'Lord.
[Khamul wondered why the Elf Maidens weren't flocking around him. They loved the strong, silent, shiny type... After much pondering over this strange turn of events, he decided to interact. Khamul took his punch glass and walked over to Elvenstar.]
Greetings, fair one. I don't suppose you would be from Mirkwood. Such a pretty face would never have escaped my watchful eye and I've been Master of the province since the 23rd Century.
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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 Sept 17, 2003 11:58:49 GMT
Elv glanced up at the Wraith and took a sip of her punch.
Actually I come from a small village but as of late I guess you could say that I am from Mirkwood...Although...I dont really spend much time there....
Her eyes wondered the room and passed over WK then back to the Wraith standing before her
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 17, 2003 12:24:15 GMT
Khamul!
The Witch-king barked gruffly at his captain when he saw him talking to Elvenstar, he quickly put himself between the two.*
Theres orc trouble at the gates. A group from Mirkwood who don't have tickets. I suggest you go and sort it out!
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Post by Ims on Sept 17, 2003 13:07:57 GMT
*Khamul? That name rings a bell... But as it seems he has to go, Im decides she can meet him later.*
I'm a bit danced out, Eowyn. I think I'll see if the orcs have left any of that wheel-shaped cake... You want any?
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Huzgol the Horrid
Pizurk (Private)
Orc
Agent of Evil, Servant of Sauron, Lover of Man Flesh!
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Post by Huzgol the Horrid on Sept 17, 2003 15:30:35 GMT
"Sure!" Eowyn says, quickly finishing the muffin she was having. "It's not everyday that there are other things than horse oats on your menu!"
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Elven Star
Pizbur (Sergeant)
Nomadic Elf
Fight for what you believe in most
Posts: 236
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Post by Elven Star on Sept 17, 2003 20:59:58 GMT
Elv looked up to Witchy who was now standing between her and the Wraith and she blinked and pushed her hair behind her ear with one hand.
Uh...Well then....
She took a sip of her punch and kept her eyes locked on Witchy.
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Post by Imrel on Sept 17, 2003 23:04:48 GMT
*She grins at Eowyn's eagerness.*
Come on then.
*Turning to make her way further up the table, Im's gaze lights on Elv, sitting at another table- she's been wondering where the elf had gotten to- and were those two of the Wraiths? Not wanting to be caught staring, Imrel quickly looks away and continues up the main banquet table.*
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