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Post by Rhiannon on Jul 30, 2002 13:52:28 GMT -5
*Follows an almost invisible path that leads them deeper into the underwood of the mountain forest.*
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Post by Melian on Aug 5, 2002 17:04:41 GMT -5
*its dark and eerie, a twig snaps off to the right, melody jumps and pulls out her crossbow, before breathing a sigh of releef as a small squarl runs across the road*
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Post by Rhiannon on Aug 13, 2002 14:27:27 GMT -5
Shhh, it's ok.....*A breeze from behind carries a faint but familiar smell.* Hey, do you smell that, too? A bit like a Nazgul.....
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Post by Melian on Aug 23, 2002 8:52:08 GMT -5
yeah, *snif* and i think its getting clooser, lets hide in a bush till it passes
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Post by Rhiannon on Aug 24, 2002 11:16:35 GMT -5
Over there! *quickly steps off the path and climbs over a large rock to hide behind it, almost invisible by the hanging branches of a willow growing right above it.
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Post by Rhiannon on Oct 16, 2002 6:44:11 GMT -5
*Feels the suck of air and the sudden silence that announches the presence of a Nazgûl.* Now let's see who of the Nine it will be....
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Post by Melian on Nov 6, 2002 9:14:39 GMT -5
*mel catches her breath, slightly trembling, hoping all hopes she is not found and taken back there to that horable place. . . to mordor. . . *
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Post by Rhiannon on Nov 6, 2002 10:31:49 GMT -5
ooc: Welcome back, Mel! ;D
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 19, 2002 3:51:28 GMT -5
*As the group wait in hushed silence they hear the approaching sound of hoofbeats, made by a large horse moving slowly and deliberately, weighed down by armour and chainmail. It stops beside the rock and snorts, emitting clouds of steam from it's nostrils. It's hooded rider sniffs the air, listening for any sound from the undergrowth, one hand resting on the hilt of it's Morgul blade.*
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Post by Melian on Dec 20, 2002 17:26:47 GMT -5
*mels eyes widen in fear, she can feel her heart pounding and hear it in her ears, she feel like she is breathing to loud and everything seams to stop for a few moments of taror*
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 29, 2002 10:41:01 GMT -5
*Holds her breath and carefully raises her head a little to get a better look. Recognizes the horse and whispers to Mel* It's the Witch King!
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Post by The Witch King on Jan 2, 2003 14:05:13 GMT -5
*Sighs heavily and slouches in his saddle*
Come out you wretches, I know you're hiding in there..
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 2, 2003 15:24:15 GMT -5
*Laughs and parts the willow branches* Good day, noble King of Angmar, what brings you here?
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Post by The Witch King on Jan 3, 2003 17:36:51 GMT -5
*Raises an eyebrow at Rhiannon*
Curiosity actually...
I want to know what you're being so secretive about.
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 6, 2003 14:20:57 GMT -5
Well, actually, it's a sad story *Recounts the events that brought them here*
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