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Post by Envin on Jul 19, 2006 7:13:14 GMT
Chi'Gandir sat in silence in his shadowy corner, and such was the strength of The Bat's hearing that he was in no wise surprised when from out the deepest recessed shadows of the corner there leaned forward a figure. He chuckled. Nurutyave had left their camp earlier that morning than he, never one to wait, and it made good sense that The Drow would have arrived first. " Did you sense that barman's surprise when he saw our names together? At least some of the folk in this Middle-earth have memories." Chi'Gandir could not see him, but he did not doubt that his comrade was grinning ruefully, to judge by the sound of his voice. Nurutyave was clad in his black leather, tight and well-worn and comfotable, with his hair braided in random places with bone, beads, and leather strips. Iblis was at his side, while Maladath lay upon the table. One must needs give careful thought to his clothing. He was all over in black. Even his hands were clothed in thin gloves of supple leather, and his boots rose to nearly his knees. His eyes were of their deep lavender, and he had painted his face in purple and maroon shapes, and wore a tight choker of steel about his neck. Altogether his appearance was formidable, and should give anyone in the common room pause before approaching him. His mouth was sneered in a wicked smile. |
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 19, 2006 16:47:09 GMT
A deathly chill crept over the room as a figure descended the stairs, followed on both sides by a Duskwraith. He entered the bar slowly, striking a slight fear in those who served him, and those who didn't. In silence he approached the roster, looking it over and reading through the names, looking at ones he recognized. Sauron's son was in attendance...good. And, what was this? The Bat and The Drow had both entered. He took to the roster, and struck out a few names to move them, before turning on his heels and addressing the room, a malicious grin spreading on his face as he spoke, "Those whose names appear on the wall, please, follow me," He motioned them out into the entrance hall, moving himself to stand before the stairway that just fell into blackness. As they filled in before him, he began.
"Welcome to the Trial of Lords. Tommorow morning, at dawn, the first fight shall begin. You may choose to watch the fights that are not your own, or you may not. If you choose not to watch, do not leave your rooms. There are worse things than Orcs and Men that patrol these halls, I would hate for you to suffer your demise before you fight. The first round is...Chi'Gandir and Núrutyáve." He smirked at the varied gasps of shock, for the roster had been changed to put the Drow and the Bat into the first round together. "At dawn, the fighters and those choosing to watch will be escorted down these steps to the site of battle. Now, I leave you to your devices," He gave a sarcastic bow to them all, "And wish you all luck in the tournament."
He turned on his heels and began to walk up the stairs again, but not before noticing Chi'Gandir whisper something to Núrutyáve and then leave in the direction of his room.
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Anwyn
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Lady of Rohan
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Post by Anwyn on Jul 19, 2006 20:53:27 GMT
A tall woman to the back of the room could not help herself but bristle slightly at orcs being compared to men, being of the race of men herself but her face straightned into an impassive expression and she drew her long green woolen cloak slightly closer to herself that was fastened her to her throat with a large intricate brooch as to drive away any draft that maybe found here. Anwyn had bade her Guard that had accomponied her on this journey to leave her be, she did not wish to have there presence about her at all times, she often found it more bothersome then reassuring. Though she had arrived slightly later than the other competors. Holding herself with a quiet confidence she straightned and nodded her understanding, though she had no intention of keep herself sequestered in whatever lodgings this place had to offer for too great of a time, she had travelled far and did not intend on remaining idle by any means.
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Saeren
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Son of Cruelty
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Post by Saeren on Jul 20, 2006 10:18:17 GMT
'' Well, we may as well watch, '' Saeren murmured, for to him, there was no end of learning, and all things could be learned from, no matter how dark, or how pure, knowledge was , usually power, besides, he liked observing how others fought. He flashed Maedion on smile.
'' You only die, if I say you can die, boy, '' he stated as he rose.
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