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Post by The Witch King on May 26, 2002 16:54:58 GMT -5
*Pours out a glass himself*
Cheers Lorelei!
I chose this wine as it is one of Mordor's finest. But be warned it's an acquired taste!
*Grabs a lump of cheese*
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Post by Lorelei on May 27, 2002 1:56:32 GMT -5
*takes the glass and downs it all*
whoa...*grips the table for support* wow...thats......wow....
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Post by Sinron on May 27, 2002 3:59:24 GMT -5
*returns from the deserted kitchen, holding some chicken wings and drum sticks*
I have decided to mend my ways and turn over a new leaf. From now on, I will never consume another hotdog again. *A smell which suspiciously smelled like hotdog fills Sinron's nostrils* Well...maybe just one or two per day...no one's perfect ;D ;D
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Post by Rhiannon on May 27, 2002 7:01:04 GMT -5
*sits down and pours herself a glass of wine.* Ahh, cheers!
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Post by The Witch King on May 27, 2002 9:45:53 GMT -5
Cheers Rhiannon!
*Helps himself to one of the chicken legs. Strips the meat from the bone then throws the remains at a group of hobbits, who have no idea what hit them. ;D*
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Post by Lorelei on May 27, 2002 12:24:01 GMT -5
*laughs at Sinron* how can you eat them...they are so icky!
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Post by Sinron on May 28, 2002 2:11:34 GMT -5
You mean hotdogs? I don't know. It's a sort of ringwraith tradition. ;D ;D
*Reach out for some chicken wings*
Why do you hate hotdogs? I think that it's pretty tasty...
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Post by The Witch King on May 28, 2002 2:32:14 GMT -5
* A ferret jumps across the tables, grabs a chicken leg and scarpers with it.* OI!  *Jumps up from his seat and draws his sword.* Where did it go? |
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Post by Rhiannon on May 28, 2002 4:18:46 GMT -5
*Feels a shivering ball of fur behind her back. Reaches down and carefully pushes it into her shirt.* Err, I'll get you a new plate. *
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Post by Sinron on May 28, 2002 5:00:38 GMT -5
*Suddenly, there was a blackout. The ferret got excited and slip through Rhia's hands, breaking several cups and plates.*
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Post by The Witch King on May 28, 2002 7:31:31 GMT -5
*Jumps up and down and sends a table and chairs, and three hobbits crashing to the floor as he attempts to grab the ferret which has run for cover across the Inn's floor. The expressions on the hobbits faces are a mixture of surprise and fear, as they lie sprawled on the ground, beer dripping from their hair.* Someone stop that ferret! *looks around in vain it appears to have vanished, Frodo style.* |
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Post by Rhiannon on May 28, 2002 9:21:26 GMT -5
*shakes her head, watching the ferret run* Stupid little guy...
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Post by Lorelei on May 28, 2002 17:48:55 GMT -5
*puts a hand on Darkshines arm* comeon sit down......
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Post by Imrel on May 28, 2002 19:26:02 GMT -5
*slips in the door, having been on business. hangs her grey cloak up and resumes her place at the bar. two heavily cloaked figures follow her in; she tosses a key to the first one and they both head around the common room and down the corridor to a guest room. a boy seated at the bar swiftly goes to follow them.
*stifles a yawn, and bends down to retrieve a cloth so she can wipe down various tables. straightens up instantly, giving a skriek. agitated, bends down and reemerges with a ferret wriggling in her grasp.* excuse me... whose is this?
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Post by The Witch King on May 29, 2002 3:13:34 GMT -5
Ah Firebird. Welcome back! ;D
While you've been away your inn has become infested with vermin!
*points to the ferret*
That thing knocked over a full glass of wine!
( wonders if he can get a free drink out of Firebird)
This kind of outrage would never happen in the Elf's head Inn, in Mordor.
(Actually that's a lie. The Elf's Head is crawling with rats, that bite your ankles, but he's pretty sure Firebird has never been there.)
*Follows Lorelei's advice and sits back down still mumbling under his breath.*
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