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Post by The Witch King on Jun 7, 2003 18:12:10 GMT
*The Witch King took out his Morgul blade and began sharpening the blade in a very deliberate manner. He kept his eyes on Imrel the whole time.*
You know for an odd moment there I could have sworn you were telling me how to do my job.
What a proposterous idea that is!
*He examined the blade carefully and sheathed it.*
I know you have far more sense then that...
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Post by Jared on Jun 8, 2003 3:53:15 GMT
*A dark shadow falls across the plain, the rhythmic marchingproviding a striking contrast to the seemingly disorganised scene that had slowly broken out in the Shire... The shadow diminishes in size and grows darker as the Winged Beast lands with a thump on the grass.*
Here's your troops, Witch-King. Though a little slower than I'd expect them to march...
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 8, 2003 6:13:47 GMT
Good.
Well done Jared.
Set them to work immediately, there is another marquee to put up yet.
*The Witch King rubbed his hands together anxiously and lowered his voice.*
Did you manage to get any vodka?
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Post by Jared on Jun 9, 2003 2:12:14 GMT
*Rolls eyes at the Witch-King.*
Yea.
But drinking is bad for health.
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Post by Imrel on Jun 9, 2003 5:27:58 GMT
You guys still have health?
*Quickly bustles on to the tent with the next table before either can react.*
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Post by Jared on Jun 9, 2003 12:38:35 GMT
*Spins around, ready to throw the bottle of vodka at Imrel, then decides that a Ranger isn't worth vodka of this sort.*
Oh well. *Chucks the bottle into WK's hands*
I'll be off now, the creature needs to be taken care of. The troops should be here in a minute or so, and I don't want any of them to be eaten... though he'd love a Ranger or two...
*Casts a passing glance at the "busy" Ranger before mounting Beastie and heading for Minas Morgul...*
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Post by Aulus corthale on Jun 9, 2003 14:34:36 GMT
Aulus walked over a hill in the shire. "well well well. something going on here?" he walked towards the whitch king and imrel. "greetings imrel, and the whitch king, didnt think i would see you in these parts of the land. whats going on here?"
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 9, 2003 18:52:15 GMT
*The Witch King was about to yell at Jared to come back and help with the preparations. And that if he thought he could get off that easily he had another thing coming - There was no way the Lord of the Nazgul was going to stand out in a poxy field, ordering clueless Orcs and Rangers about all day, without back up from the Wraith community. And lastly he was going to add something about not drinking all the milk out of the cellar or leaving the beasts in the paddock with the horses, in case they ate them...again.
But..
Aulus arrived instead and Witchy was more concerned with concealing his vodka from the ranger who liked a good drink. He stuffed it into one of his large pockets.*
Greetings Aulus!
We're having a party.
Grab yourself a mallet and start knocking the tent pegs into the ground. Imrel will be there all day otherwise..
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Post by Aulus corthale on Jun 9, 2003 20:15:15 GMT
aulus had seen jared bring the bottle and wanted to laugh at the whitch kings action but decided to do something else. "well i'd be happy to lend a hand, if you share some of your vodka." (ooc:  ) |
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Post by Imrel on Jun 10, 2003 1:39:54 GMT
*Pipes up as she dashes past to the cart.*
Chancer. If I said that I'd get burnt...
*She and Krumkû start to heave the next table off the stack.*
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 10, 2003 4:59:28 GMT
Damn!
*The Witch King cursed under his breath, frantically trying to think of a way out of the situation.*
Okay..
*He would substitute the vodka for a cheaper brand later.*
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Post by Aulus corthale on Jun 10, 2003 12:38:03 GMT
aulus laughed. "oh dont worry witchy. ill drink some later on the party. it woudent help whit working to be drunk." he laughed and grabbed the largest mallet he could get. he walked off towards imrel. "greetings imrel."
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Post by Imrel on Jun 10, 2003 16:56:54 GMT
*Im tries a smile that doesn't last long under the strain of carrying one end of a heavy table.*
Hullo Aulus.
*She glances around at the construction of various marquis.*
Going to help pitch some tents?
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 11, 2003 7:43:24 GMT
*The Witch King watches the scene around him and shakes his head biting back a feeling of utter dejection.*
Two helpers...
Is that all I have?
The festival will never be ready in time.
How pathetic..
*He walks off still shaking his head.*
....I don't know why I bother..
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Post by Elidor on Jun 11, 2003 8:35:45 GMT
Oh there are also a bunch of other orcs over there trying to trade daggers with each other.
*Shouts*
Oi! Those bunch of Orcs beside the rotting tree. Your daggers are all confiscated. No ale or anything for you during the festival. Now get up and work before I deduct your month's pay.
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