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Post by Grubhosh on Jul 22, 2003 21:53:47 GMT
Barry nods not that he'd ever been able to tell a male elf from a female one, infact the only way he could tell one orc from another was by counting how many piercings they had
Nothing much is like it was.. 'snot always bad though a few of 'em old elf warriors would go thorugh the ranks like a hot knife through butter. It's a mercy most've them are dead or gone
seeing that Grishnul's mug was empty he waved to Mog to fill it again
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Post by The Witch King on Aug 29, 2003 15:24:24 GMT
*The Witch King pushed the heavy oak door closed behind him, shutting out the icy blast of wind that had followed him in. It creaked and groaned on it's old iron hinges slamming with a loud thud.
As he made his way to the bar he gingerly sniffed the air. The place always smelt of smoke, sweat and old leather. No surprise when the majority of the armoury workers inhabited the place.
Over by the hearth Nobby the furnace-cleaner toppled off his stool in a drunken stupor much to the amusement of his colleagues.
The Lord of the Nazgul frowned and shook his head. It was no wonder their weaponry stock piles were so low if this was how the workers spent their time.
At the bar he slowly removed his guantlets as he waited for a cup of Morgul Brandy.
How's business Barry?
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Post by Grubhosh on Aug 29, 2003 16:05:19 GMT
Barry looked up from wiping a mug with a filthy rag, making it dirtier and dirtier
oh m'lord haven't seen you in 'ere for a while, the usual right?
He said already reaching down an ornate black bottle, with a florish he filled up one of his less dirty glasses.
well it's been a little slow... well of course there's nobby and that lot coming
he jerked a thumb over at nobby who was still trying to get back on his stool
(ooc love the orange n red colour scheme 
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Post by The Witch King on Aug 29, 2003 19:37:18 GMT
(ooc -thanks Grubs good to see you back here  ) Yes the usual... *The Witch King looked away and found several scratches in the surface of the bar to run his boney fingers over.* I've been away....*coughs* on business.. *Thats all Barry needed to know. He didn't want to have to explain the bit about being caught in a log cabin in the depths of Mirkwood forest with three female elves, a large selection of frocks and an angora goat called Alice. He didn't see what all the fuss was about anyway. Sauron had said he could have some time off - he'd obviously forgotten ever saying it. Sometimes Witchy wondered if he was starting to lose it. He took the glass from Barry.* You should start a Karaoke night or something. Dumb Orcs like that kind of thing. They'd be queuing as far as the Black Gates for that! |
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Post by Grubhosh on Aug 30, 2003 18:42:41 GMT
Barry nodded. business could mean anything from actual work for the greater glory of Mordor to a dirty weekend with a goat called Alice. It was always best not to ask especialy with the Nazgul (people who asked them too many questions... well there wasn't enough of them left to fill a matchbox)
Hmm Karaoke..
He looked around the room. Nobby was now standing on his stoll giving a stomach wrenching rendition of 'I'm a little tea pot'. He'd like to think the 'Goblin was the most popular bar in mordor because of it's atmosphere and friendley punters not because it sold ale strong enough to disolve your stomach lining. He'd like to make the place a little more than just somewhere you came to get totaly rat arsed at the end of your shift. He started to clean another mug absent mindedly
yeh that's a great idea m'lord.. not that you'd ever be able to think of one that wasn't great though
he added hurriedly
(OOC an angora goat called alice?!  )
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Post by The Witch King on Aug 30, 2003 21:40:05 GMT
Of course it is Barry, of course it is... *He nodded slowly remembering his own great rendition of Grease partnered with Imrel. Somehow he didn't think that would have gone down too well in here.* (ooc - yeah whats wrong with goats? It could have been a.... er....*scratches head* .. pet! Your just jumping to unsavoury conclusions Tsk tsk!  ) |
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Post by Skrowerif on Aug 31, 2003 16:50:04 GMT
*The orc shuffled through the doorway, wiping his nose on his sleeve. He'd been on tower watch all day and it got pretty chilly up there. He needed a nice hot drink.
He made his way to the bar and tried to get Barry's attention by waving and jumping up and down.*
..excuse me...*sniff* can i 'ave an 'ot chocolate please?
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Post by Grubhosh on Aug 31, 2003 22:38:46 GMT
Barry was rumaging underneath the bar for a pen and a sign, when Skrowerif asked for hot chocolate. He straighted up to quickly hitting his head on the bar, taking a large chunk out of it. It was a lucky thing for him that trolls were thick-skinned or else it might have hurt.
all right?
He said in a friendly way
yer want any thing with it? I think we've got some cream that ain't gone green yet or there's some marshmallows
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 5:50:06 GMT
Ooh sounds good..
*The Witch King leaned on the bar, watching Barry curiously.*
I might have one as well. With just a touch of brandy in it.
*His eyes roamed the shelves of beverages behind the barkeepers head.*
You got any Flakes up there?
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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 1, 2003 20:30:45 GMT
I dunno m'lord I'll see what i can do... Mog, Mog!
he yelled, as the small orc came trotting in from the kitchens with Skrowerif's hot chocolate in a chipped tim mug.
get one for m'lord 'ere.. oh and Mog
He caught the orc by the collar before he could disapear again.
see if we have any flakes.. he souldn't be too long, if he falls asleep again I'll have his hide.
Barry pulled out the sign he was looking for and a marker pen and wrote on it in large spidery letters:
Kariokie nite wenzdai
There what do you think m'lord?
He asked holding up the sign so the witch king could see it. Barry was very proud of his writing skills most trolls couldn't even hold a pen let alone write with one
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 1, 2003 20:37:49 GMT
*The Witch King squinted at the sign.*
Thats very good Barry....
*He scratched his head*
What language is that exactly?
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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 1, 2003 20:51:37 GMT
er..
Barry squwirmed slightly looking a bit embarrased.
well it's in the common tounge so that the Snaga can read it some of 'em don't speak very good black speech and I didn't really know how to write the big words so i wrote 'em..
Barry screwed up his brow in concentration
pho-en-eti-caly
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 2, 2003 5:31:53 GMT
*The Witch king raised his eyebrows. That was a big word for a troll to use.*
Yes I'm sure the idiot masses will understand it Barry.
*The wraith drummed his fingers impatiently on the counter, wondering where his flake had got to.*
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Post by Skrowerif on Sept 2, 2003 8:41:48 GMT
*Skrow reached up and cupped the drink in his dirty hands. He slurpped at it, relishing the sweet taste.
He looked at the Karoke sign thoughtfully. Maybe he would try and sing'Somewhere over the rainbow.' It had been his mothers favourite song. She had always loved to hear him sing and she'd never thrown mcuk at him like the other orcs did.*
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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 2, 2003 21:41:10 GMT
Barry was starting to worry that Mog hadn't found any flakes or got his head stuck up the chimney again, when he came back with the Witch King's drink and (mercifully) a flake
'ere y'are Sir
he put the mug on the table handed the witch king his flake and went back into the kitchen.
So would you be able to come on wedenesday then m'lord? I'd be dead pleased if you could come.. and bring whoever you want with you. The more the merrier.
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