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Post by Imrel on Jul 23, 2002 2:04:00 GMT
*waves back to eowyn to signal she'll be a moment, then turns back to the bar keeper. thanks him as he hands her a drink and is about to join elv and eowyn when she notices someone else at the bar.* good evening, luthien! i haven't seen you in a while.
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Post by Arwen on Jul 23, 2002 6:40:44 GMT
*Smiles at Imrel.*
Yes, I m sorry I havent been around but I had some things I had to take care of abroad.. Well from what I hear you were away as well..
*Gets her drink from the bar tender and gives him a smiles.*
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Post by Imrel on Jul 23, 2002 17:00:35 GMT
i see. going to sit down? *walks over to eowyn and elv's table and pulls up a chair.* 'lo, you two, how's life?
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Jul 24, 2002 9:00:01 GMT
Eowyn smiles happily as she sees more company coming. "Hi Luthien!" she says as Tinuviel sits down. "How have things been going?"
Eowyn takes a sip of her drink and turns to Imrel. "So nice to see more people back..."
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Merry
Pizurk (Private)
Hobbit
Don't look at me! It's all Pippin's fault. I mean it!!!
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Post by Merry on Jul 24, 2002 18:50:13 GMT
Merry comes in and gets himself a large, bubbly pint of ale!
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Post by Imrel on Jul 25, 2002 1:55:56 GMT
*watches the hobbit enter, and turns to eowyn.* is he new around here? i'm quite sure i haven't seen him before, at least... *waves to him.* hi over there!
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Merry
Pizurk (Private)
Hobbit
Don't look at me! It's all Pippin's fault. I mean it!!!
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Post by Merry on Jul 25, 2002 7:30:04 GMT
*Hi!* Merry says as he asks for a large plate of mushrooms to go with his pint! He sits down by Imrel...
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Post by Jared on Jul 25, 2002 7:47:25 GMT
*Walks in, heading for the bar. Settling down on a stool, he orders a mug of thick, black, steaming something.*
Ah, not bad. Bartender? You should try using more bats' blood. It covers up the sweetness of the Kingsfoil.
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Post by The Witch King on Jul 25, 2002 8:20:52 GMT
*Goes back to the bar to see Jared. Get's the attention of the bartender.*
I'll have a pint of what he's having!
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Elven Star
Pizbur (Sergeant)
Nomadic Elf
Fight for what you believe in most
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Post by Elven Star on Jul 25, 2002 9:21:03 GMT
*Had been sitting kind of zoned out.. She shakes her head and looks around.. She spots Witch King and puts her head down.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Jul 25, 2002 15:31:27 GMT
Eowyn sees more guests coming in, happy to see company around. But alas! when company comes, some company must go. Eowyn finishes the last sip of her drink and stands up from her table.
"Alas! I have to go and run an errand for Eomer here in the town of Bree," she says. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
Eowyn walks away from the table, briefly waving and saying hi to Jared, Merry and the Witch-King. The shield maiden then takes her cloak and leaves the inn, knowing she'll be back in due time...P.S. If you wish to know more about me leaving, please look at my post in the General section which mentions summer, vacations, leaves, that type of thing...
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Post by Arwen on Jul 26, 2002 3:12:30 GMT
*She watched as Eowyn leaves feeling saddened.. She looks around trying to see who all is in the Inn..*
Well it would seem that almost everyone has returned from all the trips that it seems we all went on.
*She doesnt say this to any one person, its more like shes saying it to her self.*
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Post by The Witch King on Jul 26, 2002 7:42:54 GMT
*Takes a sip of the black drink which makes him cough.*
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Elven Star
Pizbur (Sergeant)
Nomadic Elf
Fight for what you believe in most
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Post by Elven Star on Jul 26, 2002 7:46:11 GMT
*She looks out the window and smiles. She seems to be deep in thought.*
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Post by Jared on Jul 26, 2002 13:48:17 GMT
*Snorts with contempt* Well, I know one person who won't miss her. A dear friend of mine, currently working hard.
Ah, yes, Witch-King... The Drink of No Name... but I fondly call it "Bûrz Ghaash" - Dark Fire. Has a shocking amount of assorted ingredients, each carefully prepared... Some boiled, some roasted, some mashed, some with multiple processes... Mixed together, brewed at exact temperatures, which must be altered at precise times...
Blood of beasts, fluids from all ends of Middle Earth, essence of plants...
It sure takes a hell long time to produce a few mugs.
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Merry Brandybuck! 
