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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Nov 6, 2006 16:51:46 GMT -5
A few days later...
Targuhl entered the pub arrayed in his new armour, but wearing a cloak over all. he sat down, ordered a bottle of wine and four glasses, and waited for the other questers to arrive.
[OOC: If you want the description of my armour then go to the Gardens of Nan Elmoth.]
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Nov 18, 2006 0:53:28 GMT -5
*Melkora walked into the pub slowly and deliberately. Her deep scarlet cape floating on the floor in waves, and her face shrouded by a hood* "Good day to you Targuhl. I assume that you are armed and ready for combat? As am I." *Melkora thrust off her cloak and revealed her obsidian black armour that hugged every curve of her valuptuous body.* "I am ready for a quarrel. Bring it on."
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Nov 18, 2006 18:03:32 GMT -5
Hah! My fair Lady, is it I you seek a quarrel with? Do you wish to set the arrogant young elf in his place? I assure you, if that is your intent, then you will not have easy sway over me, however experienced you may be. Or were you talking about the greater battle that is to come, for, if we succeed in this current quest, then a great battle will ensue, one in which we could all make our mark. Even I, an arrogant yet lowly elfling.
The Dawneater flung his cloak on a nearby table, revealing him indeed to be a prince of elves, noble, strong, and very, very, capable of handling himself, and others...
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Post by Tinaldor on Nov 19, 2006 5:27:31 GMT -5
A laugh echoed through the room, as the Dark Lord appeared. Taking a seat he watched the scene with a grin.
" Please, carry on, fight! My young friend, she could have you skinned and arrayed on her walls by the end of this day, if you dared to challenge her. I would not try her patience...."
Tinaldor waved his hand at the armour and weapons Targhul displayed.
" As capable as I am sure you are..."
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Nov 19, 2006 11:47:22 GMT -5
The Daneater smirked, he had no intetnion of fightin the Dark and Beautiful Queen, he would let the next move in this game of wit be hers.
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 13, 2007 9:11:56 GMT -5
"I have no wish to kill one of the few with a mind willing to serve me." *Melkora said with a slight smile* "But it would be interesting to see if you can keep up with me. Few can keep up with me save my Lord Tinaldor. He is the man that challenges me, and therefore I give my affection to him. No other man would be worthy, unless you think that you are."
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Jan 15, 2007 12:09:31 GMT -5
I would never presume to equate myself with the Lord of Mordor, we are two very different beings.
Targuhl was being mischevous now, and, to an extent, cheeky. He was insolent as ever.
However, my lady, I would presume to tell you that my skills in martial lore are far more than equal to many that i see now around me.
A group of soldiers form the lady's guard had entered the Inn with their mistress, and were now looking at the elfling with contempt and annoyance. How dare this stripling talk to their queen in such an offhand manner?
Lady, if you would allow me, I would gladly take on the captain of your guard i compbat, to prove that I am no weak child. What say you?
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 16, 2007 19:34:43 GMT -5
"I say most heartily by all means...face the captain of my guard." *She paused and smiled, taking off her cloak in one foul swoop* "I am the captain of the guard... the leader of them all. Face me Dawneater, and we will see if you are a stripling or not."
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Jan 18, 2007 11:11:58 GMT -5
The Dawneater smiled, it seemed that despite his squirming there was no way to get out of this duel. The prince removed his breastplate, vanbraces, rerebraces, guissards and other items of armour, unsheathed his ancient longsword, and stood facing the queen, wearing only a simple white shirt and white breeches, girded with a simple silver belt. His eyes flashed, the Elfling grinned, ready for the encounter. He waited for The Lady of Mordor to make the first move, the guards were laughing in there sleeves, but the Dawneater winked at them, unperturbed.
The first move is yours, my Lady...
A quiver of tense pressure ran up the Hunter's spine, he was not afraid, but was edgy, ready for combat.
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 18, 2007 23:49:18 GMT -5
*The Lady Melkora smiled benevolently, but with a hint of mockery* "My first move is to fight you in solely this..." *The lady ustrapped her intricate armour until she was down to nearly undergarments, plain black breaches and a lowdipping black strapless corset.* "Now we are even." *The lady called to her guards for her staff, one of the pack threw it at her and she caught it between her right thumb and forefinger.* "Now let us fight." *Melkora shifted into a fighting stance and held tight to her weapon, she made her first swoop at the Daweaters knees.*
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Jan 19, 2007 10:09:48 GMT -5
The Dawneater was copletely thrown by the lady's first 'move' So much so that he didn't see the swoop to his knees coming, and was knocked down. Luckily, the Prince had enough sense to regain his composure, and he rolled out of the way of Melkora's next blow, quickly getting on to his feet, the Hunter pounced, using his entire body he swang his longsword round and aimed for Melkora's neck.
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 19, 2007 12:28:00 GMT -5
*Melkora laughed delightedly and blocked the Dawneaters longsword* "You're going to have to do better than that if you want to beat me... strippling."
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 20, 2007 20:31:03 GMT -5
Tinaldor smirked a little to himself. He didnt know what this Targhul thought he was doing, getting himself killed was likely. Even so, it would be interesting to watch. Watching his beautiful queen make this whelp bleed might ammuse him for the time being. He just hoped the Dawneater didnt challenge him if he survived, for that would truely mean Targhul's death, and he had hoped to corrupt the boy too...
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Jan 21, 2007 9:28:32 GMT -5
The Dawneater's eyes flashed, he was starting to enjoy himself. He didn't respond to Melkora's taunt, however, he did notice and lodge her use of the word stipling. Had he said that aloud? He would have to be more careful, Targuhl had heard of the strange powers of the Lords in the West, but until now had dismissed them as absurd rumours. For now though, there were more pressing matters to hand. The Prince eyed the Lady carefully, he could see that her attention was elsewhere, perhaps she was tihnking aobut her husband, although her gaze was fixed on him. The Elfling threw his sword at the beam above her, she looked up at it, confused. Seizing his oppurtunity Targuhl threw himself over the beam in a flash, retrieving his sword, he swung down and kicked Melkora in the back, she staggered...
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 21, 2007 22:14:51 GMT -5
*Melkora staggered to her knees for a moment and and with one swooping motion whipped her staff around in a half moon shape, catching Targuhl's shins and taking his feet out from under him.* "You'll have to do much better than you are Dawneater! Give me a challenge!" *She rose to her feet and regained her composure.*
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