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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Oct 4, 2004 16:06:38 GMT 10
Ætsamne PubHere is the place to meet and greet fellow folk of Middle Earth in the home of the Horselords, Rohan. Come in, order a drink and enjoy yourself! Rules-Stay IC at all times. If you must post OOC, do so at the bottom of your post. -Respect other people in the pub. -Make your posts interesting and descriptive. -Have fun!
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Post by Erkendorn on Oct 4, 2004 18:20:04 GMT 10
King Elessar, after much toil and a long journey, finally made it to Rohan. After reaching Meduseld, he dismounted off Aelos and looked for Lady Eowyn. Entering the nearest house he could find, he discovered it was a pub, although empty. He walked to the bar to find an old man (NPC)at the bar. "Ah! Hello! How are you faring? May I have a mug of ale please?" The old man said "Of course king, here u are!". The old man gave him a large mug of ale. The Gondorian then walks to a nearby table, and waits for the place to fill up
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Oct 4, 2004 18:31:46 GMT 10
The Lady Eowyn stepped into the Pub now, and smiled. There was a warmth and a friendliness that filled the air and she stepped swiftly to the bar, her golden hair cascading down her back. The bartended smiled and nodded at her welcome m'lady, tis grand to see you. She smiled warmly and replied indeed, the place looks magnificent! She glanced around now and was both suprised and intrigued to find King Elessar himself. She wondered what news he brought and stepped to him now. Greetings m'lord, what tidings do you bring from the White City? All good news I would hope?
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Post by Morgoth on Oct 18, 2004 1:47:06 GMT 10
As a sort of eery feeling surrounds the pub, the sound of iron shod hooves hitting the ground is heard,.. The door of the pub opens, and a shadow, darker than any that have been seen before, enters. Sweeping its head side to side, the shadow traverses the floor and finds a seat at a table, a darker black than even the color of dried blood of a Mordorian. The shadow pulls off its cloak revealing it to be the Witchking of Angmar. It was not ugly, but had a sort of beauty that some might respect more than others. It opened its gaping mouth and spoke to the other rulers. " Hail, it is I, the Witchking. How goes it?" the voice murky like the depths of the ocean, yet surprisingly nice to hear, perhaps even entrancing...
Illuvatar Erkendorn Edit=Very Good RPGing WitchKing! You might find that you have done moer posts than you thought...
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Post by Sauron (Gil) on Oct 19, 2004 11:32:34 GMT 10
Busy exploring the lands, Gil came across a merry looking in, and deciding that it was time for her to begin meeting and greeting, she pushed open the door to find Lord and Lady and a presence that could only be the Witchking. Hesitating on the doorstep, she squared her shoulders and stepped to the bar. Please sir, might I beg a mug o' ale to soothe a dry thoat. She smiled shyly at the barkeep, Do you perhaps carry Dwarvish rum? He nodded slowly, and pushed her a mug and waved her to a table, Sit yerself, child. I see you art new to this land, learn your neighbors and sink your roots. Gil saw the wisdom in his words and nodded, heading for a table. Lord, Lady? Might I join you? Or you, Witchking?
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Oct 21, 2004 12:43:46 GMT 10
The lady Eowyn felt a cold shadow fall over her as the witchking entered the pub. For a moment she was wary, eying him, hoping he brought not too much trouble, for the land of shadow always was mischievous, but as he sat down and made himself known, she decided to approach with caution. She came across Gil as well at the table, and smiled warmly at the two greetings to both of you, I am glad to see you have made it here, what news flies in your worlds?
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Post by Morgoth on Oct 21, 2004 20:09:57 GMT 10
Scowling, though one couldn't see it under the shadow of darkness that constantly surrounded the witchking, the inky figure just nodded at the cheerful woman (Eowyn). the Witchking restrained a groan from escaping its lips, it was, after all, the Lady's home.. Shifting its shadowy orbs to the other woman, seemingly less powerful, but still too cheerful to meet its' liking, The Witchking tipped its head in the general direction of the newcomer. You may sit with me, if you so choose... The great dark figure was silently hoping to find some more curruptable souls, as it was growing quite boring back from whence it came... But that was what war is for, isn't it? The Witchking reasoned within its' mind, thinking of other ways to illuviate its boredom...
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Oct 22, 2004 20:02:50 GMT 10
She would expect such a response from the Shadow, and she just nodded in reply, there was no point in trying to make conversation. She knew he was not being rude, just being one of the Dark Lands. None the less, the place felt the same and she glanced around, sensing something else but unsure of what it was...
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Post by Morgoth on Nov 5, 2004 8:49:23 GMT 10
Seeing that the pub was next to lifeless, Morgoth let his lips curl into a smirk, but for the two rulers and the woman. A waiter walked to his table, and the dark lord ordered a strong brew, whatever they had. It was brought to him, apparently the strongest ale in the lands, yet it was like water to him. He drained the mug quickly, but did not want another drink. He grabbed his cloak with long fingers, pulling a small animal out of it. It was a small little thing, a dark brown fox, with glassy eyes like murky water. He sat alone, patting the fox on it's head, still wearing the smirk on his lips. <<now to be called Melkor/ Morgoth, doesn't matter which, since they're the same guy>>
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Post by Steorrlith on Nov 12, 2004 11:50:26 GMT 10
Lady Lithlaewen skipped into the pub in a rather, un-queenish manner, for she was in a good mood today. The grin on her face grew wider when she saw the King of Gondor and the Lady of Rohan talking, she ran up to them, "Suillaid mellon nin! How are you two doing today?" She took off her cloack while she sat, resting her legs from the long journey from Greenwood. After the bartender took her order of a glass of grape juice, she turned back to Lady Eowyn, "a beautiful pub you have here M'lady, I walked all the way from Greenwood to come here."
She smiled happily when her grape juice arrived and took a sip while she looked around. She noticed the Witchking sitting by himself, surprisingly not devouring anyone, instead petting what looked like a fox. Her natural elven curiousity aroused and she got up from her seat, slowly making her way towards the terrifying Witchking. His body was surrounded by an arua of darkness and if anyone got to close they would feel an instant icy cold feeling. She stood on the other side of the table, bending down to face the Witchking, "Good morning Sir, I do not believe we have met, I'm Lady Lithlaewen of Greenwood." She smiled sweetly, but not extending her hand, afraid to get too near that shadow around him.
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Nov 12, 2004 16:14:25 GMT 10
Eowyn smiled warmly at the elf queen and spoke kindly greetings m'lady, thankyou, I am glad tis to your liking. How are things in your land m'dear?Tis a while since I ventured in your direction.
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Post by Morgoth on Nov 14, 2004 4:53:58 GMT 10
Still patting the head of the vixen, Morgoth smiled for a few reasons as the elf queen approached him. Seeing her tentavity made a chuckle escape from his smiling lips, a soft, slightly comforting sound. Hello there, Lithy. He returned her greeting, leaving aside formalities for when he felt more like it. What brings you here, if ye don't mind my asking... But then again, I'm sure you are wondering the same thing, aren't you, m'dame? He asked, half mockingly, half actually with cordiality. Have a seat, if you like Lady L. I don't bite, well, I do, but I'm not really in the mood for elf right now... Grinning, the dark lord pulled a chair out for the elf queen, half expecting her to flee from him, the other half feeling quite apathetic.
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Post by Karinea on Nov 14, 2004 12:35:31 GMT 10
Kari had been eager to come to the newly opened Pub, for Rohan was the great kingdom she called home, and she was glad to be back. She entered and was intrigued to find a variety of folk in the place, from all races. Eyeing the dark shadow, she moved to the bar and smiled at the keepr. A mug of ale please she asked. The keeper retrieved it for her and she took it gladly. A sip, and the refreshing taste was in her throat, she was home. Spotting the Lady Eowyn, she made her way over there, still watching the others carefully. Greetings m'lady, tis wonderful to see you here in the company of the Inn, how are you today? She looked at the others and continued well met there, my name is Kari, all is well with you too?
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Post by Steorrlith on Nov 15, 2004 13:57:58 GMT 10
Lith smiled to Eowyn, "This place is as beautiful as ever! And Mirkwood is doing quite alright thank you? Except the spiders are on a rampage and we need to call in some spider-control" She grinned as she turned back Morgoth, her smile becoming a little nervous. "Oh urm, thank you..."she said quietly as she sat down, "I'm here to escape the spiders that are going insane in Mirkwood, I'm letting Thranduil deal with them." She grinned wickedly, thinking about the King of Greenwood stomping on the spiders one by one. "So what brings you away from the Land of Shadows? And if you don't mind me asking, is that yours?" She pointed at the fox, which her was still petting... <Morgoth Edit: It's not the Witchking anymore, sorry for the confusion! Please call me Morgoth IC> <Steorr: Oh thanks morgoth, edited it>
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Nov 15, 2004 17:37:30 GMT 10
Eowyn listened rather intently to the elf queen's remarks and gave her an odd look when she mentioned spiders. It dawned upon her that the Lord of Shadow would be quite glad to hear of such a creature roaming through an elven kingdom. None the less she replied
well, I am glad to hear that all is well with you down there, except for the problem that you mentioned...She glanced at the Lord for a moment and then continued I hope we don't get that problem in Rohan!
She looked around the pub. It was good to see it was starting to fill, folk from all races were coming. Just then Kari came up to her and she smiled warmly at the Rider. Greetings, all is well with me today freond min, and what news flies with you? Tis been a long time since our pathes crossed.
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