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Post by The Witch King on Mar 4, 2003 12:16:18 GMT
*The Main Hall was bedecked with such opulance and extravagance that the Orcs gasped in wonder as they looked up into the arches above there empty heads. Never had Mordor looked so impressive. Black and silver ribbons hung from the rafters, wrapped painstakingly around the beams that ran around the hall. Huge, impressive banners bearing the eye of Mordor decorated opposite walls.
Below the Orcs worked tirelessly, polishing the floor, assembling tables, arranging the black table cloths and the dead flowers and readying the stage for the keenly awaited Mordor Boys.
The Witch King worked quietly in a corner. He was trying to produce the effect of mist, something he thought might impress the guests.
Two Uruk-hai carried in the mighty stag tied to a long pole. They secured it over the fireplace and left it to cook. It would probably take a very long time indeed.*
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 5, 2003 19:48:44 GMT
*The Witch King gave up on his experiments and went off to get ready. The guests would be arriving any minute.*
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 6, 2003 19:18:55 GMT
*The Witch King strode impressively through the arched doorway into the Great Hall. He wore is best, most blackest robes, his hood down for a change displaying the noble crown of the Nazgul on his head. His pointed boots were polished and sounded heavily as he walked across the wooden floor. Various chains and armour bits jingling.
However his grand entrance went unnoticed as no one else had turned up yet.
He shrugged off his disappointment and helped himself to a glass of Mordor red studying the display of food before him.
There was stag, stag pie, stag sausages, stag and chips, stag rolls, stag burgers and stag surprise.
After careful deliberation he helped himself to some stag pie.*
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Post by Elven Star on Mar 7, 2003 19:13:40 GMT
*Elvenstar enters the hall her hair falling down upon her shoulders in curls, a few pulled back in a clip away from her face. Her silver dress flows down to the floor and back behind her. The dress was a dark shade of silver and she had almost the same color ribbon tied through out her hair. The only thing that she had on that was her every day apparel was the chain and ring around her neck which seemed to reflect off all the silver and shined almost as bright as her eyes. She moved silently through the hall her dress dragging softly on the ground and her hair lightly bouncing with each of her graceful steps. She quickly spotted The Witch King and she lightly walked near to him noticing that there is no one else around she lightly taps his shoulder. *
Hey…
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 7, 2003 21:18:03 GMT
Legolas walks in from the kitchens carrying a stack of plates, the grunts of angry orcs behind him. She shakes his head with a soft smile and makes his way to the table. The prince smiles warmly at the Witch King and sets down the plates.
Have you been here long, friend? I've arrived a short time ago and saw that there were no plates. I hope you do not mind that I've taken the liberty of bringing some.
He wipes his hands on his dark green tunic, only slightly wet from carrying the plates and nods to ElvenStar.
Hello... He hands her a plate with a grin. Come now, serve yourself before it gets cold. He hands a plat to the Witch King as well. I hope you enjoy it.
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Post by Elidor on Mar 8, 2003 4:04:50 GMT
*Eli walked towards the hall hurriedly, wearing a black silk robe and a crown that was set on eli's head at an awkward position.*
Wk, I told you to wait for me!
*Noticed that there are two guests in the hall already and decided not to persue this matter.*
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 8, 2003 8:18:42 GMT
*The Witch King turns round as he is tapped on the shoulder and stares at Elvenstar, open mouthed.
He was well oiled by this point having finished off a bottle of Mordor red while he was waiting.*
Wow. You look.......great.
*He took her hand and pressed it to his lips. As he looks up he sees Legolas stroll in, bearing plates.*
Well done Lego! That was very thoughtful of you.
*He pats him on the shoulder and takes a plate.*
Thankyou.
*Next Eli joins the proceedings. Witchy gives her a big hug, still clutching his plate. He straightened her crown and held her at arms length.*
You take too long to get ready. I didn't want to miss the party. Sorry.
Nice robes. ;D
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Post by Elven Star on Mar 8, 2003 15:06:02 GMT
*Smiles at WK and slightly blushes when he kisses her hand. Before she can say any thing else Legolas comes with the plates.. She takes the plate he hands her with a smile*
Thanks...
*She looks at the food trying to decide what she wants.*
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 8, 2003 16:59:44 GMT
*Helps himself to a stag burger and some chipped potatoes.*
This is most excellent if I may say so.
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Post by Aulus corthale on Mar 8, 2003 18:31:37 GMT
entering the mainhall aulus looked around he had put on his finest robes and looked abit like the witchking now (except for the crown lol) he soon saw the whitchking and a few others he had seen but not realy spoken to. he made his way to them bowed "good day to thee all, i hope im not to late for the party?" grins
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 8, 2003 20:38:40 GMT
Aulus! ;D
Glad you made it.
*The Witch King pours Aulus a glass of Morgul brandy and hands it to him.*
Help yourself to food. Theres lots of stag.
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Post by Aulus corthale on Mar 8, 2003 20:43:31 GMT
takes the brandy from the whitch king and took a sip. "ah good as ever, and no thank you im not yet hungry" ;D "there arent many people here yet? i thought there would be masses walking and feasting here already?"
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Post by Grubhosh on Mar 8, 2003 22:10:34 GMT
Grubby had never put as much effort into her appearance.. she'd even had a bath. Three hours it'd taken her she thought wistfully about all the nasty thing she'd could've been doing instead. She pushes open the door to the great hall and is met by the most delicious smell.She looks up at the rafters and her jaw drops she'd never seen anything quite as spectactular since she went to Lugburz. Tearing her eyes away from the decorations she surveys the room.
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 8, 2003 22:20:18 GMT
Grubby!
*waves to the Orc from the other end of the table*
Tuck in!
Lots of stag pies left!
*He refills his glass and continues socialising.*
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Post by Grubhosh on Mar 8, 2003 22:40:54 GMT
She grins at the witch king and bows respectfully,
M'lord
then quicker than you can say 'hammer and tongs' she is over at the tressle table where the food is picking out a particularry large tasy looking pie
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