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Post by Zulu on Jun 28, 2003 7:08:57 GMT
-Lo gives him a sweet smile and blows a kiss at him- Im never ungreatful, only stating facts that it could still kill a horse at a 100 paces. Now then Witchy, do you fancy another drinking contest, perhaps you might beat someone this time.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Jun 28, 2003 7:18:32 GMT
*The prince blushes slightly for acting on the conversation as it went and nods to Lo.*
My apologies, Lo. My mind escapes me these days.
*At Lhiam's account, Legolas smiles knowingly and speaks, seeing the apprehension in the young man's face.*
I'm afraid my travels are probably not as interesting as yours. Though longer, they are in my own solitude and for my own purposes alone.
*Deciding to finally bring up the source of Lhiam's pirde and to keep the poor boy from bursting his chest in attempts to show it off, Legolas points out his badge.*
What is that, Lhiam?
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 28, 2003 7:26:24 GMT
*The witch King scowled remembering the last time.*
I think not. I don't want to scare people away from the festival.
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Post by Zulu on Jun 28, 2003 7:28:01 GMT
-Lo arches an eyebrow sipping her wine- I thought you did that by showing up places? Now then sit down and eat, you've wasted away without me to torture you.
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 28, 2003 7:33:12 GMT
*Witchy rolled his eyes but took a seat anyway and helped himself to a chicken leg.*
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Post by Zulu on Jun 28, 2003 7:46:14 GMT
-Gives him a smug smirk and finishes the rest of her wine still picking at her strawberry- See, now why don't you just admit Im always right and you ought to listen to me?
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 28, 2003 8:14:57 GMT
Don't test my patience elf!
I can think of plenty of entertaining things to do with you, like handing you over to the orc mob for the evening.
Now let me be!
*He scowled and threw his chicken bones at an unsuspecting hobbit.*
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Post by Lhiam on Jun 28, 2003 8:42:55 GMT
He cocks his head to one side in a confused manner.
Eh? What is what now?
He looks down at his clothes, oddly.
Have I spilled something? OH, right...
He smiles toothily, holding the armband out, as if he were exhibiting a great treasure. The silver circlet around the band of green glints in the light, obviously it's owner has painstakingly polished the band of metal.
This is the symbol of my place among the Rohirrhim as a Sperewigend of the East-Mark. Proof that I have been deemed worthy by his Lordship as a loyal retainer of Rohan.
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Post by Zulu on Jun 28, 2003 8:49:42 GMT
-Lo looks at wk and then bites her lip.. sometimes she ought to keep her mouth shut- Its a time to make merry, not threaten to murder me My Lord.
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 28, 2003 12:48:54 GMT
My dear elf, the best festivals always end in murder..
*He leered at her, imagining her pretty head on a pole somewhere .
His attention was drawn to the half-wit from Rohan.*
Is that all they gave you?
A lousy armband?
My Lord gave me this ring when I entered his service.
*He took off one of his gauntlets to reveal a transulcent, boney hand. On his finger was a solid silver ring, with the red eye of Mordor as the centrepiece.
It looked heavy and garish on such spindly fingers.*
When you work for the darkside the rewards are much better..
*He winked at Lhiam, a smug expression on his face.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Jun 28, 2003 15:17:53 GMT
*Has followed the conversation with amusement and reaches for the chicken to get some before the Witch King turns everything into hobbit ammo*
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Post by Elidor on Jun 28, 2003 16:37:44 GMT
*Eli filled a few glasses of Elf wine and slumped down on an easy chair, holding one glass in her hand and the rest, hidden behing the chair in the withered bush.
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Post by Grubhosh on Jun 28, 2003 16:44:56 GMT
Grubby couldn't help but laugh nearly choking on a chicken bone in the process. She knew most Orcs couldn't tell the difference between an male elf and a female elf, but she would've expected better from a man. She turned round to look curiously at the boy, and grinned when Legolas introduced her careful to show off her teeth. Grubby couldn't help but grin at the fluffed up bloke's account of orc skirmishes. She wasn't really annoyed by this, the Isengarders were probaly on her list of most hated Orcs in between the Lugburz 7th and the Moria orcs.
Good! did you kill many of 'em?
she chuckled, unsure wether she liked or disliked the boy. She listened to the witch King boasting about his ring.
yeh
she nodded to Lhiam
crap food crap pay and a short life expectancy
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Post by Zulu on Jun 28, 2003 16:57:43 GMT
-Lo slumped back in her chair, she didn't know which was scarier, seeing witchy in his underwear, or the way he was looking at her now.- Oh yes so wonderful, trading living flesh blood and emotion for a meaningless existance with as Grubs pointed out, crap food, crap pay, though your life is much longer then most isnt it? -She finishes her wine, still picking at the same strawberry- Life seems to beautiful to spend as a hollow husk of a being... -she gives Lhiam a pointed look- or trying to increase your body count.
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Post by Lhiam on Jun 28, 2003 19:17:42 GMT
Lhiam shrinks away at the sight of the WitchKing's gift of service to the Dark Lord. He just nods nervously at his last remark, not knowing quite what to say or do.
At Grubhosh's comment, he becomes more confused than usual, but his gut reaction tells him he is in good company.
He sticks his chin out in an indignant manner when the elf-woman accuses him of slaughtering innocents.
It is my duty to protect my homeland from danger, m'lady. I am working for a noble and chivalrous cause, something you are probably unfamiliar with. Defending and watching over your homeland is quite different than sitting around in fancy robes, ruining the festivities with a snide manner and forked tongue.
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