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Post by The Witch King on Mar 26, 2003 14:07:08 GMT
*The Witch King watched Eli walk away and smiled fondly. His eyes scanned the hall, everyone seemed to be having a good time. There was still plenty of food and drink left. His job was done.
He moved through the crowd, nodding to the familiar faces he encountered, before slipping out quietly into the night.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Mar 26, 2003 14:48:25 GMT
*Sees the Witch King slip away from the corner of her eyes. Turns her head to .... but he's already gone. Wonders briefly where he might want to go but is quickly distracted again by the loud music and the limbo contest.*
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Post by Grubhosh on Mar 26, 2003 22:12:14 GMT
She blushes suddenly becomming intrested in a strap on her gauntlet and fiddles with it
Nothing really ,I'm fine
She mutters looking embarassed.
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Post by Imrel on Mar 27, 2003 3:04:28 GMT
*Watches WK out from the corner she's sitting quietly in, a little sad to see him leave early. But then, the Head Nazgul no doubt has other business to attend to. Gets up and moves over to the limbo area, passing Eli on the way.*
Careful of the water, Eli, I think I saw one of the orcs put salt in one of the pitchers earlier...
*Goes over to Rhi to watch and unfortunately tall orc try to wiggle under the tottering pole.*
Going to have a go, Rhia?
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Post by Aulus corthale on Mar 27, 2003 7:48:38 GMT
from the limbo contest aulus made his way to the door he pased by the whitch king and walked out after him. "forgive me my friends." he walked out into the woods.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Mar 27, 2003 15:37:51 GMT
Eowyn helps herself to some blackberry juice and sips it quietly...
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 28, 2003 6:27:48 GMT
The prince smiles and shakes her head, deciding that further questions on the matter would only embarass her.
Have you eaten?
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Post by Elidor on Mar 28, 2003 8:51:43 GMT
Urgh! *Her face contorted in digust. She took the pitcher to the limbo area and poured the salt water over the burning pole.*
At least it has got some use to it. So who's next? ;D
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Mar 28, 2003 14:14:19 GMT
Éowyn sees Eli put salt on the limbo and bursts with laughter.
"And I thought wraiths hated fire!" she yokes, coming up to the Nazgul...
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Post by Grubhosh on Mar 28, 2003 21:57:26 GMT
Yeh I have, the pies are really good though..
She jerked her thumb towards a large pile of stag pies.
how are things in Mirkwood then?
she asked him politly.
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Post by Imrel on Mar 29, 2003 5:12:51 GMT
*Relieved that the polefire has at least been put out, Im steps forward.*
I'll have a bash. Lower it a little...
*The two orcs either side of the pole lower it to the next notch. Imrel walks up to the pole, currently at her shoulder level; fairly easy. Leans backwards and shuffles through, swaying slightly in time to the music for showmanship. However, gets a little too ahead of herself and her chin bumps into the limbo pole, knocking it askew and jarring her jaw.*
Ow!
*Quickly ducks away from the pole and backs away.*
Um... I'm done having a bash now...
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 29, 2003 6:13:19 GMT
Smiling at her satisfaction of the stag pies, Legolas nods in contemplation.
Things are alright. Not much going on. How are things in your home?
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Post by Elidor on Mar 29, 2003 13:47:12 GMT
*Pats Imrel hard on the back before she proceeds.*
Good to see you all so eager to try out in the limbo competition. You coming here to try Ewoyn? ;D
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Mar 30, 2003 13:15:35 GMT
"I've already gone, but a second won't hurt," she says.
Éowyn starts beding backwards, slightly worried that she'll step on her draping golden hair. She makes it under the bar, yet an Uruk-Hai seemed to have placed a bar of orchide soap a few steps away from the end and Éowyn unconsciously slips on it...
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Post by Imrel on Mar 30, 2003 17:14:53 GMT
Ooh, that must have hurt...
*Gives Eowyn a sympathetic smile as she helps her up. Picks up the soap bar and turns to the orcs grouped by the limbo pole with a stern look, but they're too busy laughing to notice. Roles her eyes.*
Orcs. Urgh.
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