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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Aug 1, 2005 18:19:42 GMT
"Oh yeah, a skull," He scoffed, smiling at her under the mask. "It feels nice, to be here, to not have any hatred or rivalry towards other leaders...I can just be amongst them and relax..." He looked at her and surveyed her gown, "Nice gown though"
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Post by namine on Aug 1, 2005 18:26:53 GMT
"Thank you. You like this? Then why wage war if you like to relax amongst others? I thought you wanted to be worse than Morgoth." She smirked though he couldn't see it behind her mask.
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Aug 1, 2005 18:30:51 GMT
"I never said that," He smirked, "Well, I did...but, who says I can't wage war but be friendly on the side? Plus, it would be rude of me not to go..." The hair on the back of his neck prickled, "Even if this is where Theatana lives now...Maybe we can go visit her after the ball."
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Post by namine on Aug 1, 2005 18:35:27 GMT
"Or maybe she'll come, who knows. I just don't think the life that Angmar provides is one she chooses, she never seemed to fit in one way or another except for when tricking her brothers. But she'll always be your daughter. Remember that." Namine said in a calm tone.
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Post by naxara on Aug 1, 2005 18:41:32 GMT
(( This outfit on a 16 yr old.:  )) Theatana walked in and other Siranna. She looked around and say a couple at a table talking. Her parents most likely. In truth, she missed them dearly but by now she couldn't move back. She loved this country, it's beauty and frienlyness but she aslo missed her family. She talked to Siranna for a bit then made her way to the bar to get a few foods. |
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Aug 1, 2005 18:45:02 GMT
Morsereg eyed the young girl making her way towards the bar, and frowned. Theatana? He though to himself, then turned back to Naminë. "I know...it just irks me. She doesn't love us. She's said so herself...She may still be my daughter, but...She's disowned our family." He frowned a bit deeper, "Next thing you know she'll be taking on the surname Bauglir,"
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Post by Alcorad on Aug 1, 2005 18:52:10 GMT
Doren took notice of the guests present. Already Elves of Mirkwood were beginning to enter aswell as citizens of various other realms. Perhaps members of the royal court that had some sort of military status. Perhaps they were only Royal Guard in disguise. Doren scanned the room and furrowed his brow. He took note of each of the attendants whom he thought that he knew. Lets see: Legolas, E'vesash. Those two are obviously the couple I met in Gondor. Ilmare, that girl I met in Angmar, Namine the water sorceress, and Morsereg Dindaedel. What a motly bunch we have here today.
Doren looked towards a woman dressed elegantly in blue. He thought that for a moment he recognized her features but decided it would be rather awkward to begin talking as an old friend to someone who did not know him. He decided against approaching the woman and isntead turned his gaze to Morsereg and his Queen.
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Post by namine on Aug 1, 2005 18:53:28 GMT
"Morsereg!" She hissed then quickly calmed. "Go talk to her, see if she still hates you. Maybe she had a change of heart and she's a teen. She'll saw she hates us but it will not be so later on. Now go, talk to her." Namine urged Morsereg.
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Post by Elros Dîndaedel on Aug 1, 2005 19:02:46 GMT
Elros arrived and dimounted his Fell Beast. He decided that he would like to see the look on the elves' faces when they had to teather his beast. He intended on perhaps having a drink and seeing the incompetent leaders who ruled the corners of Middle Earth.
He grinned as he entered the citadel for the stable boys were pulling at his beasts neck who reluctantly flapped his wings towards them. He decided he would the result of the situation after the ball. For now he would mingle with the crowed and see if any familiar faces were present.
He wore a black outfit with a black mask that bore the image of some sort of raven for a long porcelain beak was a part of the black mask. He smiled as he located his father and mother but stopped in his tracks as he found his war to Theatana. He scoffed forgetting the only time he ever partially agreed with her and simply walked to into the croud ignoring his family all together. He didn't want to cause a scene that would dishonor the Dindaedel name.
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Post by Garland on Aug 1, 2005 19:04:41 GMT
Garland rode to Mirkwood on an old horse. He wore a dark cloak, with the hood covering his face. He showed his invitation at the door and entered the Ball Room. Walking up to the bar he took a drink and pulled back his hood, reavealing naught but his mask.  |
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Aug 1, 2005 19:05:11 GMT
Morsereg looked at Namine, nodding once. He stood and walked over to Theatana, nervous inside. He wandered to her and looked around, bowing, "Good evening, my lady. How might you be tonight?" He knew she wouldn't buy it, but he said it anyways.
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Post by Kili Redtears on Aug 1, 2005 19:09:00 GMT
Kili rode up to the palace and gave his horse to an elf who come to stable him, Kili was dressed in gold, and on his head he wore a mask resembling a dragon. He entere the place looking at the guest that had arrived before him.
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Ilmare
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Post by Ilmare on Aug 1, 2005 19:10:49 GMT
Ilmare went over to Lord Garland and took another drink. "Interesting party tonight. And nice mask, who are you?"
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Post by naxara on Aug 1, 2005 19:11:49 GMT
Theatana turned to borsereg and bowed. "My lord..." She said in greeting. She wasn't sure how to react to him, not anymore. "I am....ok and... I'm sorry, for yelling at you." She knew it was a late apology but one none the less.
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Post by Garland on Aug 1, 2005 19:13:30 GMT
Once taking his drink he turned and began walking towards the crowd, where he nearly tripped over a short shout fellow wearing a dragon mask - apparently one of the dwarven lords. "I'm sorry 'ol fellow, hard to see through this contraption." He said while adjusting his mask.
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