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Post by The Witch King on Jun 1, 2003 7:44:22 GMT
The Shire green is the setting for this years Summer Festival. At the moment it is nothing more then a large expanse of grass - flat and empty.
A large cart pulled by a black horse rumbles into the Shire. Driven by the Witch King it contains poles and canvasses and a handful of orcs carrying mallets and hammers and string. They jump down from the cart excitedly, glad to be spending a day away from the armouries. The equipment is unloaded and the transformation of the Shire begins..
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Post by Imrel on Jun 3, 2003 22:51:37 GMT
*Another cart trundles into the green, bearing a neat stack of folded lightwood tressle tables, pulled by Rudigar and a bulky grey who overshadows him easily. Imrel steers them carefully away from the construction of one of the larger marquis. The cart grinds to a halt and Im leaps down to search for any spare hands to help setting up the tables.*
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 4, 2003 19:44:57 GMT
*The Witch King 'supervises' the Orcs putting up the marquee and berates them for not doing it correctly, quickly enough, or carefully enough. He notices Imrels arrival and walks over to the cart to inspect the tables.*
All the orcs are busy right now but I'm sure they'll give you a hand in a minute.
Put the tables up in that tent over there for now.
*He stood, arms folded, and watched her struggling with the cumbersome furniture.*
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Post by Imrel on Jun 4, 2003 20:15:47 GMT
*Im shunts the table toward the tent WK indicated, leaving a thick line imprinted in the grass behind it. The logical thing to do would be to take the cart up to the marquis, but the crowd of orcs and the tenploes and tools strewn everywhere would make for extremely tricky steering.*
Don't fancy giving me a hand, do you Witchy?
*Grasps the upturned side of the table quickly to prevent it from leaning to far.*
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 5, 2003 6:03:09 GMT
Sorry Imrel I'm a very busy person.
Places to go, people to see.
Being a Ringwraith is a lot harder then it looks you know.
*He looked around for something convincing to do. But couldn't see any orcs in earshot to yell at.*
..besides I have a bad back..
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Post by Imrel on Jun 5, 2003 17:41:48 GMT
*Snorts.*
All I can say is, thank Eru it's stopped raining... Though maybe a table would slide better on wet grass...
*She finally shunts the table into the partially erected tent. She cranes her neck to see the activity at the far end, in the hopes that the orcs working on it are nearly done. No such luck. Defectedly, she trudges back to the cart and starts to hauls the next table out of the back, whimpering pointedly as she does so.*
Y'know, I'm going to get a bad back from this...
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 5, 2003 19:36:44 GMT
Pah!
You rangers are all softies. You've never done a proper days work in your life.
*The witch king took an apple from his pocket and started munching on it as he leaned against the cart.*
Spend a week in the armouries with the orcs and you'll soon know the meaning of hard work!
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Post by Grubhosh on Jun 5, 2003 20:23:21 GMT
Talking of people who'd never done a days work in thier life. Grubby turns up with a group of about ten like minded orcs, hardley Mordors finest (if they were Gods help the great eye). She'd tempted them out of thier holes with the promise of a holiday in a nice fat little country and plenty of free food. Barry had turned up too probaly fed up with the company of Orcs. she walked over to the Witch king waited for him to pay attention to her
'afternoon M'lord I brought some of the lads to help
she said cheerily.
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 5, 2003 20:55:43 GMT
......So?
*he turned to regard the Orc, a disdainful look on his face*
Get on with it. We don't have all day..
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Post by Imrel on Jun 6, 2003 4:57:58 GMT
*Seizing her chance before they find something else to do, Imrel abandons her attempts to hex Witchy and calls over to the new batch of orcs.*
Hey, if you want to help, there's a cartful of tables to unload.
*Continues to toil with the one she's currently "carrying".*
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Post by Elidor on Jun 6, 2003 15:13:31 GMT
*strolls in slowly, looking at the people around her, toiling away under the hot sun.*
Hello wk! I have made plans for a big chocolate cake to be brought in. It would be spectacular, brought in by an elf on a silver platter. *noticed that the wk raised an eyebrow at her* Elves are more nimble on their feet.
*Just then, an orc carrying a chair trip over his own feet and fell flat on the ground, breaking one of the four legs of the chair*
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 6, 2003 15:57:53 GMT
*Witchy liked Eli'd cake idea. It set his mind wandering..* How about a giant cake made from elves, drowned in a vat of chocolate and then baked. A giant chocolate elf cake. *His thoughts were disturbed by the clumsy orc.* You fool! Lose a years wages for that!  |
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Post by Imrel on Jun 6, 2003 20:40:40 GMT
*Imrel is now carrying the third table, assisted by one of the orcs Grubby brought. Another two are carrying the fourth. She hopes Witchy is kidding about the elf-cake idea, but isn't able to comment as he starts to scold one of the orcs.*
Don't be harsh, I'm sure he can mend it. A hammer and nail and no harm done, right?
*She gives a pointed look to the orc in question, who scrambles to his feet, nodding eagerly.*
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Post by Grubhosh on Jun 6, 2003 22:11:48 GMT
Grubby was carring a table with the help of another Orc.
Owww! B***ocks!
she drops her end of the table sticking her finger in her mouth.
bl*ody splinters...
It was going to be a long day if it hadn't been for the witch kings presence, then they'dve left to find out wether there were any Inns near by. The other Orc rolls his eyes at her.
where d'you want this
she says to Im indicating the table.
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Post by Imrel on Jun 6, 2003 22:53:46 GMT
Just in this tent for now, according to Witchy.
*Nods towards the tent she and the other orc are headed to.*
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