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Post by Morgoth on Oct 21, 2004 20:21:33 GMT 10
After walking a ways you leave the sight of the last trees, one of the indications that you are leaving more hospitable lands. Soon, the towering heights of Mt. Doom come into view, its high peak spuming gases and lava intermittently. On the base of the dark mountain is a building, black and forbidding. Yet you enter, to see what that mysterious shell contains.
Inside it is warm, perhaps a little hotter than you would like. It is dark, with indigo candles burning red flames. The sulfuric smell from the smoke invades your nostrils, a bit annoying until you get used to it. You see the vague outline of a bar, cold stone it is, and a bartender, equally cold, awaits your order. You see him gesture to a stone tablet stationed near the bar, and read it.
Menu
Drinks:Mannish Malt- a smooth malted whisky stolen from the finest meadhalls
Nazgul Nigglings- a spicy drink flavoured with citrus, cinnamon, and the secret ingredient…<br>Hobbit Hops- peppermint hops with a chocolate rabbit ear to munch on
Minion Melt- your drink of choice, "on the rocks," with a surprise inside every cube…<br>Food: One dish, one ingredient-
coney- served crispy, extra-crispy, or raw
Desserts:
Gollum’s Gastric Delight- chocolate mousse topped with chocolate shavings (Gollum’s Precious..)
Rabbit Rinds- not what it sounds like.. A thin chocolate rabbit shaped shell stuffed with your choice of filling: raspberry, vanilla, chocolate, or mystery flavor
Orangekabob- an orange, spitted (that is, on a stick) and roasted over a fire until it has a nice crispy shell and a juicy inside.
After looking at the menu, the bartender directs your attention to another tablet, bearing the title of "Rules"
1. No cussin’!
2. No spam (the cook doesn’t like outside food…)
3. Make good posts, RP well...
4. Be respectful
5.[glow=orange,2,300] DO NOT post in Maroon, or Black ,they are the colors of the pubmaster, depending on her mood, and the Rulers'- you don't want to get on their bad sides.... and none of the colors that are designated by the rulers to be their own.[/glow]
Obey the rules, and have a time! (but please read on)
NPC bartender Xavier…
Behind the bar is a man, handsome and seemingly untouched by the evil hand that held Mordor in it’s iron grasp. He is shorter than average, but that doesn’t matter much in the whole scheme of things. His hair was shaved, except for a mohawk about two inches high. His blue eyes glance in your direction, awaiting your order, or perhaps a bit of conversation.
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Post by Morgoth on Oct 23, 2004 14:09:44 GMT 10
Special Event!
In honour of the newness of the palace, bring a gift for the king (Erkendorn Illuvatar), and we shall make sure it finds its ways into the hands of the creator of this great place! Also, a round of drinks on the house, so come in, enjoy yourself, and meet some people!
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Post by ara46 on Nov 23, 2004 11:13:56 GMT 10
Ara came in the door quietly and went over to the bar. she put a gold piece down on the bar for a gift to the king apoligising saying it was all she had.after reading the menu she ordered a Hobbit hops and coney crispy instead of extra like she had wanted to.she waited for her order to be made and spoke for a little while with the barkeep asking of things in these parts.then she took her order and went over to a table in good veiw of the doorway.she sipped on the drink and ate.waiting for more people to arrive.
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Post by Morgoth on Nov 24, 2004 10:19:00 GMT 10
Xavier
Almost jumping with joy at the sight of a person actually entering the pub, the Mordorian restrains himself, but cannot help a broad smile from spreading across his lips. 'Ello there, my dear! Tis so very nice to see someone finally! I'll have your order out right away. Cheerfully, he made the food and poured the woman the Hops, resting the chocolate bunny ears on the rim with practiced skill. Here y'are, enjoy! And don't hesitate to bug me for anything, really. The man shut his mouth and watched happily as the patron carried her food away and watched the door, just as he had done for so long...
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Post by Morgoth on Nov 24, 2004 10:26:43 GMT 10
Deciding that it was high time to visit his own pub, Morgoth wandered in, laying eyes on the two occupants, then making his way to the counter, where a shiny object caught his eye. It turned out to be a coin, which he almost pocketed, before remembering that it was most likely a gift for a person that was somehow more important than he... Instead, the Dark Lord deposited it into an ornately carven wooden box that he had brought with him. It made a slight pinging sound when it dropped into the bottom of the box. Morgoth then set the cube on the counter, and took a seat. Ello there Xavier. Nice to see yeh again, not very busy I see... Anyway, I'll have a Whisky Minion Melt and a raw coney. Thanks muchly... While waiting for his order, he shifted his glance over to the other patron, who he thought he might recognize, but she was not very familiar to him. You there, have we met? I can't seem to remember if we have or not. Well, anyway, you should know by now that I'm Morgoth, some venture to call me Mo, but I wouldn't particularly reccomend it, if you want to keep your life... Awaiting the responce of the woman, Morgoth drummed on the glassy countertop, the noise echoeing throughout the pub.
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Post by Steorrlith on Nov 25, 2004 21:49:35 GMT 10
Lady Lith walked briskly into the pub, quite relieved that she had a roof over her head again. It was quite terrifying walking around in the Land of Shadows with the feeling that someone was watching her all the time. She took of her cloak and hung it on the rack while she looked around the pob, it was empty except two Mordorians and an elf maiden who was also a close friend. She smiled as she made her way to Ara, totally forgetting the gift she brought for King. "Hello my dear Ara! What brings you here?" She gave her friend a warm hug when she suddenly remembered that box buldging in the pocket of her dress. She turned back to Ara, "shall we go over and talk to the Dark Lord? I have to deposit my gift anyway." She made her way towards the counter where the big box had been put, she took out the little box, tied securely with a golden ribbon and a small scroll attached to it. She turned to Morgoth realising that the box was too high for her to drop the fragile gift into, "Excuse me, will it be okay if you put this somewhere else besides this box as it is a fragile gift, and if I drop it or something drops on it, I fear it will shatter into a million pieces." She put it cautiously on the table hoping that it would be okay. She looked up to Xavier and remembered that she was quite thirsty, as she browsed over the list of drinks she frowned as none of them seemed to be to her liking. "Would you by any chance have plain water or juice or anything else besides these drinks?" She asked politely while waiting for Morgoth's reply.[/color]
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Post by ara46 on Dec 2, 2004 9:14:21 GMT 10
Ara smiled at Lith and The Dark Lord and she replied to his question:I do believe we have met somewhere.I just cant remember where though.and she hugged Lith back as she said quietly:my friend I have not seen you for such a long time.Ara frowned slightly and said:I have travelled for such a very long time.she was tired but she did not let it show.
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Post by Morgoth on Dec 5, 2004 1:23:26 GMT 10
Nodding at the newcomer, he placed the box gently on the counter, then downed his minion melt, sighing as the firey liquid rushed down his throat. Morgoth nodded at the other elf as well, glad to see that he wasn't having false deja-vu attacks... AS the two customers hugged each other, he growled and turned back around, the warmth of the two friends making him feel sick...
Xavier
Almost bursting with joy at the thrid customer entering, Xavier rushed around, making sure they got their orders filled. He had given Morgoth his order, perfectly raw, with the minion melt being the best whisky one could find anywhere. When the third patron asked if they purveyed water or plain juice, he frowned, because the other drinks were the best stuff... Nodding his head sadly, he poured the lady some water, tinting it with a rose-colored liquid. Here, the water isn't very good around here, but it should taste alright now... He watched her anxiously, waiting to see if she liked it or not.
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Eowyn
Child of Middle Earth
Guard of the Mark
Posts: 60
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Post by Eowyn on Dec 8, 2004 12:35:57 GMT 10
The lady Eowyn entered into the pub with a smile, the land of Dark Shadow did not bother her, and she was glad to see folk already beginning to fill the pub. She bore a gift for the Illuvatar himself, although it was wrapped and she wished to keep it secret until it was there. When Xavier seemed not so busy, she approached him with a warm smile and greeted him kindly, though unsure of the response that she would get.
Greetings good bartender, all is well here I see? She looked back around at those who were in the place and nodded in some form of contentment
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Post by Morgoth on Dec 10, 2004 9:49:38 GMT 10
Xavier
Still not seeing a response from the lady that wanted water, the man sighed and then his mood lightened again when another entered the pub. How busy it was getting to be! It was all he could do to contain himself, and trying to hide his happiness from the darkness that lurked at his counter. Smiling at the woman that approached him, he replied Hello milady! You can call me Xavier, if ye like. All is indeed well, for Mordor, and that's saying something. Giving a discreet nod towards the Dark Lord, he further proved his point. Usually with Morgoth around, someone was usually in dire straits or distress. Well, would ye like something to soothe your throat or tummy? We've got all sorts of stuff here, just look this way. He pointed at the menu, and waited for her to respond.
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Post by Nightmare From The Abyss on Dec 12, 2004 12:48:42 GMT 10
*Wearing a cape and hood made entirely of black, a dark figure quietly enters the pub. If you had not look towards the door, you would have never heard him enter, for he is quiet as the air. He steps into the pub, scans his surroundings, and sort of, floats, not walks, but floats over to a table. *he takes a seat and quietly removing his hoody, he reveals a completely black dome. He has no eyes, no ears, no nose, no mouth. but yet he signals for the bartender and asks him to get him a Mannish Malt. Sitting back in his chair, he looks around, but they can't tell that he is looking around, since he has no eyes...... Tipping his chair back, he discards all the looks and stares that he is getting. If they only knew what his past was like, and why he looked this way now, maybe they would be staring, not in horror and disgust, but in astonishment and awe at how a human being was able to survive such a life....*
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Xavier
Child of Middle Earth
Minion of Mordor
Mahna Mahna
Posts: 78
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Post by Xavier on Dec 12, 2004 15:29:38 GMT 10
The newest customer made Xavier a bit nervous, but he smiled all the same, and walked over to the dark figure when he was called for. Eh.. hello, sir. I'll get that right away for you... Walking away, the man looked straight at the counter, keeping his eyes away from the oddness of the new patron. Quickly, with nimble fingers, he poured the malted whisky into a glass and walked over to the person who had ordered it. Here ye'are, sir. Will that be all? With an smile, Xavier waited for the figure to reply, fidgeting out of nervousness...
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Post by Nightmare From The Abyss on Dec 12, 2004 23:31:53 GMT 10
*Nightmare looks up, suprised at the quickness at which he got his drink. He noticed the nervous fidgeting, it happened all the time, before people got to know him. It was true, his appearance may have made him a bit threatening, but his "lack of a face" could not be helped by him, and black was simply the color that he liked to wear. He turned back to the man who had brought him the drink and replied* Thanks, thats enough for right now. My name is Nightmare from the Abyss, and that, simply because a while ago I was brainwashed and recieved a new name by my old master. But he is long gone now, and I am, again, my own person. But the name sort of stuck. I pick up nicknames along the way though, so some may simply call me Abyss, or if you want something less threatening, go for Victor. I may have been brainwashed, but somehow that name seems to ring a bell with me, somehow it seems I remember that name from a long time ago.... *he swoons a bit, seemingly lost deep in thought* whoa! Forgive me, I was daydreaming a bit. *Stands up and holds out his hand to shake the man's* And who might you be?
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Xavier
Child of Middle Earth
Minion of Mordor
Mahna Mahna
Posts: 78
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Post by Xavier on Dec 13, 2004 7:19:43 GMT 10
Noticing his fidgeting, Xavier stops and rests his hands on the table in front of him.. Alright, Victor it is then. Sounds like you've got yourself a bit of a history, eh? Oh yeah, I'm Xavier, pleased to meet you. Smiling, he took the other man's hand and shook it. Well, I've got to ask, and I hope you don't find me rude by it... But what happened to your head? With a concernedly awkward smile, he pulled up a chair and sat down, waiting for Victor's response. Anyway, to tell you the truth, I'm not from around here either, as I suppose you aren't.. After all, most native residents of Mordor are either eight-legged or one of Morgoth's vile creations. AS you don't appear to be either of those, perhaps you'd like to tell me a bit about yourself, and whence you came. If you don't mind, of course... Dropping the smile, Xavier sat staring at the dome, wondering how the person could see, talk or hear, as it appeared to have neither eyes, ears, nor a mouth...
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Post by Nightmare From The Abyss on Dec 13, 2004 7:37:53 GMT 10
*Seeing that the man has finally warmed up to him, Victor smiles, only, noone can see it.* Hold on a minute, I can answer this. My throat is just a bit parched. *A hold suddenly opens on the dome head right where a mouth should be and he takes a huge swig of the Mannish Malt, then sets it back down, as the hole closes on his face again* Very good drink by the way.
OK, my history is not a long one, considering the fact that I only know about 5 years of it. I do not know how old I am, i could be 20, I could be 60, I have no idea. I know I am older than 5, since I know I have been alive for at least 5 years. I was captured by a man named Aladar in a war 5 years ago. All I know was that it was a war, I don't know who's side I was on, I don't know how I was captured, or anything, all I know is that I was captured. He obviously had some skill with wizardry, because he forced me to drink a potion that brainwashed me somehow. So I basically forgot everything that I knew before. This potion also put me to sleep for a long period of time. Aladar's plan was to create the ultimate assassin. He wanted someone who could creep around quietly, who was deadly with weapons, and furthermore, someone without a face. That part was just a little quirk of his though. You know how Sauron's orcs have the red eye as their logo? And Saruman, likewise has a white hand? This was what Aladar wanted to do, he wanted to create a small army of people like me. And they all, like me, would have a black-domed head as the logo. That was how people were to know that we were Aladar's army. I was to be the guinea pig in his whole experiment. Anyway, he created me and put a black dome over my face. Somehow, however, through the mystical ways of the dome, I can still see out of it (its structure is like to that of a Palantir, but rather than seeing the future, or some far-off land, it simply sees everything that is in its general vicinity right away). And with my hand, I can open it by pulling a piece of metal on the side. *he demonstrates, opening the hole to show a set of normal human lips* And finally, a small air hole in the back just above my neck allows air to flow freely in and out of my lungs.
Anyway. I was created, and I spent an entire three years training to be an expert assassin, and learning about the cultures of Middle Earth. With all this knowledge, I was to use it to capture, brainwash, outfit, and train new assassins so that his vision of an army would be completed. As far as I was concerned, I was only 3 years old. Then I happened to steal a look at Aladar's diary. I saw words such as "subject" and "captured". He had wisely only made the log book starting from my point of capture. But the fact that I had been captured was clear to me. And this was all that I needed. I stole into his room one time and slit his throat, giving no time for last words or revenge notices. After this, I took off into the world, taking whatever money I could from Aladar. The thought crossed my mind to continue Aladar's plan, and make it my own army, but I soon decided that I would rather be alone. Aladar code-named me "Nightmare of the Abyss", because he did intend for me to be his ultimate creation. His brainwashing potion worked very well, but the one thing that I can vaguely remember of the time before I was captured was the name "Victor". Whether this was my name or not, I know it held some kind of importance to me in my past life, so i ask most to call me Victor.
*opens up the hole again and guzzles some more of the Malt* PHEW! I know that was a sort of cut-and-dry explanation of my history, if I made myself unclear at some point, please ask me and I will try and clarify. If not, why not give a little bit of your past?
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