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Post by The Witch King on Dec 19, 2002 4:03:42 GMT -5
*Still waiting at the bar, bangs his fist impatiently on the counter and screeches.*
Imrel!
Where's my brandy?
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Post by Imrel on Dec 22, 2002 1:33:45 GMT -5
*Rushes across the room and skids behind the bar.*
Coming right up, your evilness...
*After a frenzied few moments of finding and pouring the brandy, she pushes the (sizable) glass along the counter to the Witch King, then ducks down behind it quickly in case his bad mood hasn't been averted.*
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 22, 2002 7:00:20 GMT -5
*picks up the glass and takes a sip, nodding approvingly. Takes some pipe weed from his pocket, stuffs it into his clay pipe and lights it. Leans on the bar blowing smoke rings*
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Linalda
Traveler of Middle-Earth
Powerful Ent
hoom-hom
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Post by Linalda on Dec 22, 2002 14:08:52 GMT -5
*Has stood for quite some time tree like outside of the prancing pony discusated by the type of being whos eivl and fith cloud the place of men she strides out of the town of bree in a huff twords the Old Forest and the shire.
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Trevelyan
Traveler of Middle-Earth
Fearless Ranger
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Post by Trevelyan on Feb 16, 2003 17:27:25 GMT -5
*the door of the prancing pony bursts open with a gust of wind and a tall cloaked figure walks into the inn. The smell of fresh rain and earth fills the room as the figure makes its way over to the bar*
*A husky voice escapes the concealing black hood* A pint of Ale.
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 23, 2003 17:48:11 GMT -5
*Looks up and greets the stranger with a smile*
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Trevelyan
Traveler of Middle-Earth
Fearless Ranger
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Post by Trevelyan on Feb 24, 2003 20:03:41 GMT -5
*sees the young lady smile at her and turns her head*
*carefully she pushes the concealing black hood back and lets her long ebony curls tumble past her shoulders, ending close to her waist. Her piercing green eyes show a fierceness that isnt to be questioned. Trevelyan nods slightly to recognizes to girls smiles. She may be reclusive but she certainly isn't rude*
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 27, 2003 14:47:59 GMT -5
*Returns the nod and sits back*
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Trevelyan
Traveler of Middle-Earth
Fearless Ranger
Posts: 16
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Post by Trevelyan on Apr 12, 2003 21:42:56 GMT -5
*Trevelyan runs a weary hand through her long hair and then puts her head in her hands*
*she groans inwardly, wndering where she is going to sleep for the night*
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Post by Melian on Dec 12, 2003 13:25:19 GMT -5
*Mel enters the tavern cloaked, and sits at a table in the far corner. she lowers her hood and lets her hair fall about her sholders*
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Trevelyan
Traveler of Middle-Earth
Fearless Ranger
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Post by Trevelyan on Feb 7, 2004 19:07:46 GMT -5
*lifts her head and takes a drink of the ale sitting in front of her while mumbling to herself* this place never was the same after....*trailing off and remembering*
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