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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 16, 2003 11:36:10 GMT
Half ?!
Grubby squeaked clapping her hand over her mouth as soon as she'd said it.She looked around at the other orcs who were either frowning at her or sharpening thier knives.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 16, 2003 11:58:43 GMT
*Turns around hearing the Orcs protest.*
You're right... half is too generous - make that three quarters.
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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 16, 2003 17:13:18 GMT
There's a collective moan. Grubby burries her face in her hands
well If you'll be excusing me m'lord I'll just go home and kill myself before I dig myself a bigger hole or I'm ripped to pieces by an angrey mob, 'nite lads
she says cheerfully and waves. Then turning with remarkable speed she makes a dash for the door dodging the other orcs and an convienently placed hat rack.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 16, 2003 19:12:42 GMT
You can't kill yourself!
*He yells after the fleeing Orc.*
It's written in your contract.
Your soul belongs to Sauron!
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Post by Elidor on Feb 21, 2003 13:37:59 GMT
Eighth one this week. But due to the cooperation theirkind workmates, they actually prevented them from killing themselves.
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 4, 2003 11:44:49 GMT
*Witch King bangs on the bar trying to get Barry's attention.*
'ere Barry!
Any chance of you rustling up some food and drink for the party?
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Post by Grubhosh on Mar 4, 2003 22:27:14 GMT
of course M'lord
Barry said, he liked parties they'd be a lot of work to do. He wondered where Mog was, curled up with a bottle of his brandy again probally. He'd make sure this was a party to remember.
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Post by Aulus corthale on Jun 13, 2003 7:28:43 GMT
aulus walked into the tipsy goblin. "well havent been here in awhile." he opend the door and looked around. it seemed that not as many orcs as useal were there. "wow... is the witch king killing you all or is it just to early?" he walked to the bar and sat down on the end in the shadows. he took out his pipe and pipeweed and started to blow large smoke clouds into the air.
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Post by Grishnûl the Crippler on Jul 1, 2003 7:22:57 GMT
*Hits his head twice as he tries to enter the "Goblin" . Squishes the feet of a lousy pit orc who grinned at him* Zanbaur! *His swagger indicates that he has already tried to drown a bad day. Reaches a table in the corner, staring at the occupants who leave immediately, cursing. Ignores them and pours the remains of their drinks into a mug. Downs it.* Ahhhhrrrrr!
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Post by Aulus corthale on Jul 4, 2003 15:25:34 GMT
aulus looked at the new commer and kept on smoking his pipe. when the orcs started leaving he was wondering what was so special about the newcomer he took his glass and gulped it down.
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Post by Grishnûl the Crippler on Jul 5, 2003 12:35:55 GMT
*Grunts at Barry who hurries to bring him another drink. Feels the looks of the only whiteskin on him but ignores them. Probably just the Witch King's newest pet. Grins to himself. He could wait. Sooner or later they all ended up in his cells*
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Post by Grubhosh on Jul 8, 2003 15:32:27 GMT
Barry looks at the new-commer curiously, it looked like someone had been having a bad day. He carefully puts the orcs drink down on the table.
Penny for them?
he asks cheerfully. He sits down on a chair opposite the dungeon master.
well it's not often we see many of your lot above ground these days. 's a Shame mind we used to have one of the old torturers down 'ere a lot 'ad hollow legs 'e did could even drink me under the table. Used to tell a mean tale too given 'alf a chance. We were all right unhappy when he died.
he shakes his head
met a terriable, terrable end 'e did
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Post by Grishnûl the Crippler on Jul 11, 2003 15:31:29 GMT
*Knocks the drink back in one* There are many nasty deaths down there... And the less elves stumble through our lands the less work my lads have. Which gives them enough time to come up with- usefull inventions. To make it longer and nastier for our few customers...
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Post by Grubhosh on Jul 11, 2003 21:48:06 GMT
Barry nods sympatheticaly. It must be hard working in the dungeons. Took a special sort of orc to be able to do that sort of work every day, he thought. They were a creative bunch though, very creative
Yeh they're gettin' more wary all the time, and if any of what i've heard is true there's a lot less of 'em. All going west.
He paused thouthfully
you must get other folk down there too? had any tarks recently? 'bin causing a lot of trouble on the borders
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Post by Grishnûl the Crippler on Jul 22, 2003 16:36:01 GMT
*Grunts* Not the ones we used to have. Just the same as with the elves. Ya know that there are only me and ol' Razurk left who remember the good times when you could tell a male from a female elf at first glance? And when they lasted..... *Belches* But today... nothing but longhaired shrieking Nar Thos'. *Slams the empty mug on the table*
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