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 Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2004 3:32 pm
The Ha- er, Fell-Beast Stables
Darn you, mixed emotions
Adunaphel had been about to smite Akhorahil when she saw the unfortunate Orc become a pile of ashes, and being a pyromaniac, was almost deterred from completing her mission as she watched the little show. She stood there, wavering -violence or entertainment? entertainment or violence? Ren's question brought her back to reality with a sort of surprising jerk that caused not words to come to her lips, but only a long, scary laugh.
After she finished, she turned to her comrade and, not caring whether she sounded childish or not, said That *censored for the sake of the baby Orcs* pushed me down a thousand flights of stairs.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2004 3:59 pm
Tent Fields :: Stables
Akhorahil of the Nine
Ren must have been most confused, for Adunaphel wasn’t pointing at anything.
Yes. The long and scary laugh, though scary, was especially long. Long enough for Akhorahil to figure exactly how the accursed saddle worked, hastily throw it onto the Fell-beast. Though it definitely wasn't on correctly, it wasn't falling off, either, Thus it was that Akhorahil jumped on, and flew far, far away.
Very far.
He was halfway to the Sea of Nurnen before the long, scary laugh was ended. "Praise be to Morgoth!" he exclaimed, "And to Ren, I suppose."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2004 6:34 pm
The Stables
Well, what could one expect of someone who'd been lying in a bush for the past week? Or was it a century? One could never be sure with time when it wasn't especially relevant to survival.
He was even more confused than ever now, but he shrugged, figuring that it would all make sense in the end, whenever that was.
Akhorahil had saddled his beast and was off to wherever he was going. Ren waved to him and shrugged again, yawning. "So, where's he going?" he asked to no one in particular, scratching his arm and looking at the ground, smiling as a small beetle crawled by. He had the sudden urge for a sandwich, not recalling if Nazgul needed to eat or not.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2004 7:12 pm
The Ha- er, Fell-Beast Stables
Memo to self: Fix laugh
Adunaphel mentally cursed herself when she realized the mistake she'd just made. She didn't feel like following anybody to Nurnen, but she didn't want to accept the fact that someone had just shoved her down a thousand flights of stairs and then laughed about it. Sighing, she answered Ren's newest question with a simple, bitter Nurnen. Curse him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 10:26 am
The Stables
Uvatha's impatience finally got the best of her. She hopped from foot to foot, her fists clenched. SlaughterSlaughterSlaughter! C'mon! She hopped up and down.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 10:49 am
The Stables
Ji Indur, who had just arrived, overheard Uvatha's impatient squeal of slaughter and had to resist the strange urge he now had of a smile. All, hell with it, he thought to himself as his mouth shaped a sadistic grin behind his hood.
Do I hear slaughter? he asked simply, moving to stand beside his fellows. Who's the prey?
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