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Post by The Witch King on Dec 21, 2003 20:59:09 GMT
*Witch King rolled his eyes.*
Oh great.. it's that thieving little toe-rag back again.
*He recoiled from the creature.*
Just keep him away from me. You know I suffer from a fur allergy.
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Post by Grubhosh on Dec 21, 2003 22:36:28 GMT
mumph nuhg
Mog protesed trying to escape Barrys' grasp. The troll looked concernedly at the witch king and very gingerly placed Mog back on his feet as far away from him as possible. Mog shook himself sending a cloud of dust into the air and scurried off back to the kitchen
Sorry M'lord..
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 22, 2003 19:21:16 GMT
*Witchy rubbed his nose in an irritated fashion before letting out a huge sneeze.*
Achoooo!
*He glared at Barry.*
Well don't just stand, there fetch me a handkercheif!
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Post by Grubhosh on Dec 22, 2003 22:49:00 GMT
course m'lord
Barry rumaged under the bar producing a filthy rag
here yer are
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Post by Grubhosh on Jan 31, 2004 18:43:24 GMT
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Grubby staggered in to the goblin. She was tired and dirty (well dirtier than usual) and there was straw in her hair. she'd been shoveling dung for 12 hours without a break. The bar was packed, a group of Uruk-hai had come down from Lugburz to swell the garrison at Shelobzagh, (why HE had wanted to double the number of Orcs posted there when he had the Nazgul and his cat to gaurd the pass there was anybody's guess. Probaly Shagrat's whining that did it. She sniggered at the thought of him with all them orcs most of whom where twice the size of him) and the snaga had finished thier shift. There were assorted scouts, and trackers there too lurking in corners, or starting fights. She shoved an orc off her stool. He was snoring with his head resting on the bar so didn't mind that much. Barry was busy serving a load of snaga.
waas a ponish ... p...Poinsettia anyway?
dunno..'s got a lil brolly innit
They all gathered round to admire the cocktail umbrella. Even Grubby had to admit it was pretty. Her attention wander to a couple of Uruk-hai having a headbutting contest.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 16, 2004 20:02:05 GMT
*Witchy was absorbed in a game of dominoes over in the corner. He was happy because he was winning and quite a crowd of orcs, trolls and warg riders had gathered around to watch his grand performance.
He smiled to himself as he quietly sipped his Morgul brandy. He liked playing orcs, and not just because they couldn't count very well, they were stupid enough to keep playing him and he enjoyed setting them evil forfeits when they lost.
So far he'd won a small dagger, a tin of pipeweed and three iron earrings - and as of Monday two orcs would be dusting the library from top to bottom.
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