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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 3, 2002 13:52:29 GMT
Grubby looked up and groaned. Well i cound be worse like a thunder storm or hail stones the size of golf balls. The snow started falling in big fat flakes. Soon Barad-dur looked like one of thoses snow shaker things that were sold in the little kiosk near the black gate. Grubby was shivering
Thanks a lot you son of a...
She didn't finish a load of snow from the turret roof fell on her soaking her
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 3, 2002 13:54:52 GMT
*Chuckles to himself and goes back inside to toast marshmallows by the fire.*
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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 4, 2002 16:47:50 GMT
The beginning of a new day was ushered in by the trumpets and drums of Barad-dur away to the east Grubby could hear the ansewering horns. Any momment the night things would be heading back to thier holes many of them no doubt would be taking a detour to laugh at her
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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 5, 2002 13:30:02 GMT
and they did a whole crowd of them were standing around the steps huddled up in thier cloaks standing in several inches of snow. The little orc was now giving a spirited account of what would happen to you if you inccured the wrath of the witch king. One of them thought it would be a good idea to chuck snowballs at her. He missed and hit the evil looking crow that had been waiting around for her to die. Shouldn't the witch king have let her down by now?
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 5, 2002 14:33:27 GMT
Is that the time already?
*Strides out into the courtyard and looks up at the tower. Beholds the pathetic sight of a very cold, wet and miserable orc and is filled with delight.*
Cut her down! She is needed for shovelling in the dungpits!
*Walks off chuckling to himself.*
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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 5, 2002 15:15:18 GMT
"Oh joy " grubby thought walking to the dungpits. Well she was still alive personaly there were far more constructive things she could be doing
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