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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 22, 2007 11:38:30 GMT -5
Tinaldor was slightly suprised to see this move by Targhul. Unpredictable it would seem. But even so... he doubted he would live to tell of it now....Melkora would surely make him pay for it.
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Jan 24, 2007 15:31:18 GMT -5
targuhl staggered and fell. he spat blood on the floor. He shook his head and got up. The Dawneater tore the remains of his shirt form him, they were already torn to shreds. He noticed the sense of horror in the room, then he realized, everybody was staring at his tattoos, all over his body, they were terrifyinnlgy ugly yet strangely compelling, or in a perverted way, beautiful. He felt that he now had to step up his game, and moved towards Melkora, perfectly calm, sword raised to eye level, tense. He stared her in the eye, and raised his blade, completely revealing his naked torso, the Lady took the bait, and hit him with her staff, but he was ready for it, he withstood the outstanding blow, not without great pain, and brought his sword swooping down onto the Lady's neck, she dodged it, but too late, her upper left arm was cut...
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 24, 2007 15:48:18 GMT -5
Tinaldor could taste the blood in the air. He laughed. Blood would only excite Melkora....
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 24, 2007 23:31:38 GMT -5
*Melkora felt the would on her right shoulder bleeding freely. Now things were getting exciting...now things would really go on. She laughed heartily and licked the would.* "Didn't you know better... Blood EXCITES me." *She laughed*
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Jan 28, 2007 5:07:17 GMT -5
Targuhl looked around him. melkora would take this fight until the bitter end, and, although, being an arrogant elf, Targuhl knew that whatever happened, he would come out of it sorely wounded. His mind raced, although he didn't want to simply escape, Targuhl had more widom than to fight to death, or at least to almost mortal wounding, when it was unnecessary. His mind wandered, and for a brief moment, he wan't hinking about the fight, Melkora noticed, she leaped at him, and drew a long knife, piercing Targuhl's side, the wound was deep and gushing, the prince was angry now, he almost forgot his inhibitions, he engaged the Lady of Mordor, none but Tinaldor could see what was happening, the two imortals were fighting with such speed and ferocity that they could have been wild enraged animals, but with such skill that none of them was hurt, much...
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Feb 8, 2007 14:15:48 GMT -5
Hours Later...
The Dawneater suddenly stopped fighting, stunned, Melkora stopped also. Targuhl simply walked out of the pub, picking up his things almost unoticably, he saddled his horse and rode out of mordor, without saying a word.
[OOC: I'm sorry that this is a bit abrupt, but I thought I had to do something or else we'd have just been at this for ages. I'll be in Khazad Dum.]
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Feb 12, 2007 22:08:59 GMT -5
*Melkora mounted her black steed and beckoned to her love* "We must catch him, love! He is the best fighter that I have been up against in ages. Only you've been that close to defeating me. We must follow him."
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Post by Tinaldor on Feb 13, 2007 14:17:30 GMT -5
Tinaldor stood from his seat, and jumping up on his war steed, he beckoned to a guard.
" The man that just left must not leave this kingdom. Close all the passes."
He looked to Melkora.
" I myself shall challenge him. I wish to break him... to make him a servant of our kingdom. If he could be tainted... Mordor would benefit from his skills..."
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