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Post by The Witch King on Apr 11, 2003 9:02:06 GMT
*Throws Grubby into the corner and instructs two guards to chain her to the wall.*
I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I return to release you. I don't even want to be reminded of your existence.
*He stared down at the orc, there was disappointment in his tone.*
I'm sure you understand that you were lucky to escape with your life today..
Do not test my patience again.
*With that he walked from the room, slamming the door behind him and plunging the chamber into darkness.*
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Post by Grubhosh on Apr 11, 2003 21:21:12 GMT
Grubby tried to look sutibaly guilty, she kept her head down looked at her feet and offered little resistance when the guards chained her up. she glared at the witch Kings retreating back. What had she done? When the guards footsteps faded she turned and punched the wall in her frustration, it did little to cool her temper. She slouched against the wall sucking her hurt hand meditivley savouring the taste of her own blood. She started to blame Legolas cursing him and his ancestors to the Nth degree then remembering him, wet golden hair plastered to his forehead looking so painfully dejected she sank to her knees sobbing.
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Post by Grubhosh on Apr 14, 2003 20:45:10 GMT
Grubby woke up, it had been hours since she'd heard any signs of life her back hurt and she was starting to feel hungrey. It was so quiet the slightest noise was magnified tenfold, echoing off the walls. She shuddered what if the witch king forgot she was down there? the thought of starving to death wasn't exactly comforting. She hunted through her pockets for something to eat but she'd left half her things in The Pony including her best pair actually her only pair of boots, nice ones with hobnails and steel toe caps.
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Post by The Witch King on May 7, 2003 6:47:47 GMT
*The door swung open and the room filled with light. The silhouette of the Witch king stood in the door way. He ordered the guard to unshackle Grubby.*
Come along little orc!
You're free to go..
*The Witch King sounded unusually cheerful. He was obviously oblivious to the fact that he'd left Grubby to rot for so long.*
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Post by Grubhosh on May 8, 2003 19:44:23 GMT
Grubby walks slightly unsteadily to the door, she pauses in front of the Witch King
er thank you M'lord
she says quietly, and she shuffles out of the door apoligising to the wall she had just walked into. If she was going to be locked up for that long just for being a bit late, then she'd have to make an effort be more punctual. Gods she was thirsty.
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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 5, 2003 7:47:21 GMT
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[Khamul walked into the Torture Chamber, one of his favorite contemplative hovels. There was nothing quite like hearing the endless screams of the tortured after a hard day of terrorizing. The Nazgul frowned, that infernal Jared had cleaned the pit! After all of the hard work he had done, accumulating the dried pools of blood, decaying organs and vomit from the numerous Elven captors from the war, for nothing! Khamul himself preferred to keep a little something from his victims as a souvenir of their time together; a chunk of scalp and hair, a peice of vertebrae, if he was feeling really intimate, maybe an ear or a hand or two. He remembered one Elf warrior in particular who had the loveliest eyes, so Khamul, of course, removed them and kept them as a trophy in his quarters. The Wraith moved across the room and laid a hand on the thumb screws, then trailed a gloved finger across the controls for the rack. Everything carried such a precious memory.]
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