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Post by Valdrik on Jul 9, 2005 20:16:44 GMT
In a secret chamber in the bowels of Khazad Dum, Garland sat in the shadows, waiting for his servant to arrive. On the wall behind him burned a small torch, sending light dancing across the contents of the small room, which consisted of only a table and three chairs. Smoke from the torch clouded the room, as there were no windows for it to escape, only a stone door, which in the moment was shut.
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Post by Garland on Jul 9, 2005 20:23:04 GMT
Lord Garland walked down a long dark corridor untill comming to a dead end. With a the touch of spot on the wall a secret door rolled away. He stepped into the dimmly lit room, shuting and locking the door behind him. He bowed, then took a seat at the small table. "You wished to see me, My Lord."
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Post by Valdrik on Jul 9, 2005 20:34:02 GMT
Garland smiled, "Yes, Marcellous. I have some very good news for you....." Garland stood, clasping his hands behind his back. "It seems that we have not lost our ally in Enedwaith after all. The lady has brought some very fortunate news to my attention. It seems that Murazor has made an aggressive move towards Mithlond. We will sieze this opportunity to take the realm, my friend. Take your men and play your part."
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Post by Garland on Jul 9, 2005 20:49:47 GMT
Marcellous grinned. "I will muster my men and ride to Mithlond immeadiately, My Lord." He stood, "Mithlond will soon be yours." He then turned, leaving to gather his troops.
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