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Post by Jared on Apr 19, 2002 8:47:46 GMT -5
*Bolts in and heads for bed 7. He practically dives under the bed, sliding on the ground and into the darkness. After a while of scrabbling, he emerges, holding up a black bag, contents of it clanking.*
Ah. The normal daggers and knives. These will do for normal killing. Not everyone is good enough to be a Nazgûl.<br> *He empties the contents onto the bed, their blades glowing, surprisingly, dimly. Not a speck of rust is to be seen on them, though they have been kept under the bed for a long, long time. Selecting several of them, he slides them into his belt, alongside the Morgul-blades, forming another layer of lethal weaponry. Smiling to himself, he zips out of the room, heading for where Dark Shader is.*
Back to the battlefield. And I need more people to back me up. That Aragorn may attack.
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Post by Sinron on Apr 19, 2002 9:49:30 GMT -5
*laid down on bed nine*
Hey! Darshines. Say something...I am bored to tears
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 19, 2002 14:43:22 GMT -5
er.........................hamster!
there, happy?
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Post by The Witch King on May 28, 2002 13:05:43 GMT -5
Night Sinron!
*Gets a good nights sleep. In fact sleeps better then he has done in a long while.*
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Post by Sinron on May 30, 2002 4:17:26 GMT -5
Umm...yes good night.
*buries himself in his blankets*
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Post by The Witch King on Jun 29, 2002 16:26:21 GMT -5
*lies on his bed, thinking, the room empty dark and silent.*
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