STAG ROAST - Official celebration party

[Elven Star]

*Winces when the music starts its loudness ringing in her ears.. She notes how happy all the orcs are as they jump to the music she smiles.. Unable to hear Rhia's full sentence she simply nods at her and smiles...*

[~Dernhelm~]

Éowyn enters, for once wearing a long black gown with fancy golden embroidery. Her hair is flowing behind her and the shieldmaiden's hands are on her ears to protect them from the loud orcy music. She comes out from behind a gate, giving the orc who didn't let her in for the past four hours a very nasty look...

[The Witch King]

*Taps his foot along to Mordor Boys, whilst nibbling twiglets. He offers some to Elvenstar. A very noble gesture indeed for the Witch King.*

[Elven Star]

*Smiles but declines, leaning in to him so he can hear her.*

Thanks any way..

*Is a bit taken back by his sudden change in character but goes on smiling all the same.*

[The Witch King]

*Returns her smile and squeezes her hand. He laughs at the Orcs stagediving down the front. An Orc mosh pit has formed. he hopes the other guests won't be put off too much.*

[Elven Star]

*Smiles when he squeezes her hand and moves closer to him, pretty much leaning with her back on him.. Mainly to be a little further from the mosh pit but also so she can be closer to him.*

[~Dernhelm~]

Éowyn glances around, slightly nervous of her surroundings. She notices that some orcs are showing off their break dancing skills and that a large crowd is watching. Grabbing a dark chocolate cupcake on the way, Éowyn joins in.

[Elidor]

Got tired of sitting down and decided to organize a limbo competition. On eli's orders, two orcs put 2 poles slightly apart while another was trying to put a rod on the highest notch.

(I presume that everyone knows how to play)

[Nienna]

*tugs on Aulus Shirt*

Come on lets go sit down

*walks over to an empty table and sits down*

[Ausin Mor]

*wanders in with cotton wool in his ears*

What the *BLEEP * is that noise!!!!!!!!!??

*Sits on the floor reading a copy of What Car *

[Imrel]

*Mambos her way over to the limbo contest. Since the bar is pretty high, she only has to tilt her head back to walk under.*

Are you gonna play, Eli?

[The Witch King]

*Wonders over to the limbo contest, almost tripping over Ausin on the way. He prods him with the toe of his boot and tuts loudly.
Over at the limbo he watches Imrel, eager to have a go himself. He removes his crown and hands it to a passing orc.
The bar is quite low for him, about chest height, but he manages to squeeze under it. His balance severely hampered by his excessive alcohol consumption.*

You know it would be far more fun with the bar alight ;D

*He touches the bar and flames race along its length.*

[Imrel]

And on a totally unrelated matter, I now resign.

*Scuttles off sheepishly.*

[Grubhosh]

Grubby decides now that it would be a good time to slink off into the kitchen before someone tried to get her to join in the limbo contest. She pushes aside the double doors and finds a large pot of something bubbling over the fire. There's no one about so she casually stretches out a long finger and moves to dip it into the pot.

Ouch!

she yells rubbing her hand and glaring at Mog who had just hit her round the wrist with a ladel. She looks around.

Have you seen that elf? ya'know the pretty golden headed one?

mog shrugs indiferently

I dunno 'e mighta gone to the Goblin with barry to get some more booze.. whatcha want with him anyway?

he asked tasting whatever was in the pot and rumaging through a spice rack

never you mind

she snarls, sniffing. Mog when he was (rarely) sober was a pretty good cook, aside from very poor food hygine there was nothing else wrong with his food.

what is that anyway?

[The Witch King]

*Looks around for someone else to play limbo with*

Am I that impressive that no one will challenge me?