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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Sept 28, 2006 8:22:47 GMT -5
The Hunter, ever observant and attentive, misses nothing of what happens whilst the Lord Tinaldor approaches him. Not even the mumrered gesture of contempt from Mithrandir, the legendary wizard. Although he possesses not the power of seeing other's thoughts, the shrewd elfling can discern easily what is passing through the mind of another.
As Tinaldor nears, Targuhl rises and bows, the tip of the bow on his back scraping the floor as he does so, the Dark Prince stiffles a curse.
Hail Lord, I requested an audience not as a mere formality, but I wish to discuss important matters with you, and possibly find out from you the 'lay of the land' as it were. Is there somewhere more private where we can talk. Addressing the room I general. I see here noble and honourable persons worht my aquaintance, some I know by rumour, some by description, and some only by intuition. If any of you so wish, then follow the Lord Tinaldor with me to wherever he sees fit to hold council.
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Sept 28, 2006 12:43:28 GMT -5
Azrael, not hearing Targuhl asking to be with Tinaldor alone, approached upon seeing them.
"My friend Tinaldor! How have you been?" Azrael turned to see Targuhl.
"Forgive my rudeness, I don't believe we have met. I am Azrael."
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Sept 29, 2006 12:58:44 GMT -5
*BP gives Azrael a friendly wave and let's go of her lover's arm. She turns to the dark elf and smiles* "A dark elf is always welcome. I am Melkora, mistress and queen over Mordor. I beg you, come crush a cup of wine with us soon."
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Oct 4, 2006 4:46:19 GMT -5
[OOC] I'm away thid weekend, when I get back i'll write and post my character bio in the bio section and I'll post an RP story here.
My lady, Lord, I wish to honour your request of a story for myself, but first I beg of you to give me food, and drink. And a pipe. Then I shall begin.
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 4, 2006 6:47:15 GMT -5
Azrael smiled.
"Certainly, where's that land lord at?" Azrael replied, whilst looking around the pub.
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Oct 4, 2006 10:40:46 GMT -5
"The landlord is off duty, but I happened to have a pipe in my satchel." *Melkora pulls out a black pipe made from the finest obsidian* "Will this suit your needs Targuhl? For if not I will go into the town and steal a different one for you."
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 4, 2006 10:50:26 GMT -5
"He is... Oh dear... Is there anywhere else in Mordor for one to get food or a drink?"
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Oct 4, 2006 12:45:02 GMT -5
"Nay good friend Azrael, there is no other place."
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 5, 2006 4:29:17 GMT -5
Azrael pondered for a while.
"In that case, I hope you don't mind if I quickly take advantage of their kitchen to make the three of us a fitting dinner?"
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Oct 5, 2006 15:44:45 GMT -5
"By all means good Azrael. Take whatever you need. A sumptuous meal is just what we all need I think." *Leads Azrael into the kitchen*
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 6, 2006 4:37:46 GMT -5
Azrael looked up and down the kitchen.
"It's almost as big as the one in our royal dining hall!" Azrael commented, quite amazed.
"Right then, who wants roast dinner?"
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Post by Tinaldor on Oct 8, 2006 9:35:07 GMT -5
"Make that for four my friend.."
Tinaldor smirked as he wandered in from the doors. He walked to Azrael and embraced him.
"I have been travelling with my scouts to investigate some... matters recently. But I am glad to be back home."
Turning to Targhul, he nodded.
"Indeed, I deem you and I have much to discuss. Something tells me your manner of news is pressing. As such you and I will go to somewhere quieter perhaps."
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 8, 2006 14:22:34 GMT -5
Azrael smiled at Tinaldor.
"That's great! Perfect timing! Now lest see... How much chicken do we have here..."
Azrael rummaged through the freezer.
"Perfection!" He muttered, as he pulled out a whole chicken.
"Does anyone have any preferations? Chicken leg, wing, or breast? And does anyone mind if I don't leave the vegetables raw, cos they're hard to chew..."
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Oct 8, 2006 22:40:07 GMT -5
*Smiles at Azrael* "Breast if you please darling. You know that I prefer the meatiest parts. And as for the vegetables, if you can cook them in a way that they will be palatable to me, then perhaps I shall indulge myself and eat them."
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 9, 2006 2:48:54 GMT -5
"Oh good!" Azrael replied, smiling.
He turned lit the ovens to heat them up, then started washing the chicken in a bucket of cold water.
"Where's that kni..." Azrael answered his own question when he saw a set of knives hanging on the wall.
"Perfect!" Azrael commented, as he grabbed a butchers knife.
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