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Post by Minya Collowen on Jun 20, 2004 23:39:23 GMT -5
yes,Arwen is now corrupted and owns a tavern. This is to be in character. You're in a tavern, obviously, drink, be merry (or pip) but have fun!!!!!! *Opens the doors to the tavern and strides in , head held high* Finally a Tavern worth visiting. ~*~DRINKS~*~
Human Blood
Blended Elves' guts with a pinch of Spice
Dwarven Wine
Orc Smoothie
Ent Ash Tea ~*~FOOD~*~
Lemon spiced Human leg on a stick
Dwarf brain soufle
Elves' Liver, medium rare
Orc blood soup with tossed hair salad
Fried Goblin thighs, smothered in BBQ ~*~And Our Special For Today~*~
Saruman's blood, on the rocks |
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Post by Boromir on Jun 29, 2004 11:52:30 GMT -5
*A mysterious figure treads into the tavern, his face shadowed by a hood and his earthen worn cloak hung loosely around him. He sits himself on a poorly worked highbacked chair in a far corner near the fireplace. He stares at the crackling fire, pensive, though his eyes are shadowed from passerbys. He pulls out a leatherback book and begins to write in it. A serving wench walks up to him, interrupting his writing.*
"Good day, sir! How might I be of service to ye this mornin' ?"
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Post by Minya Collowen on Jul 2, 2004 14:57:50 GMT -5
Arwen comes in disguised as a peasant, tattered clothing hanging loosely and her cloak torn in the center. Her face was powdered with dirt and her lips dry and wrinkled. She was as pail as any woman who's stayed indoors throughout all her womanhood and her eyes seemingly tired, searching the room. "A bit to drink if you please." She spoke in a foreign accent, one unknown to the bartender. Noticing this, she spoke again. "Bartender, a bit to drink...if you please." These words were spoken a bit harsher as if frustrated. He understood and sat a mug of wine on a table in front of her. She strode over to the table and sank down on the chair. She seemed tired and worn from the day.
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Post by Boromir on Jul 11, 2004 15:00:05 GMT -5
*To the serving wench*
"Oh...I'm sorry. I'd like a flagon of Ent draught, and a small piece of lembasif you please. I really need the energy right about now..."
*He muttered these words quietly, and not once did he reveal his face under his hood*
"Well, If that'll be it then I shall bring you what you have requested as speedily as I can."
"Yes..."
*He spoke softly as he nodded slightly*
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Post by Minya Collowen on Jul 13, 2004 11:34:04 GMT -5
Arwen's eyes caught a glance of the mysterious man in the corner. He was a rugged man, but he had a sense of calm with him. She spotted the book he held in his palm but could not make out its title and so she decided to ask. "You there, might I inquire as to what you are reading?"
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Post by Boromir on Aug 26, 2004 17:24:39 GMT -5
*gazes toward the woman "The histories of a land long forgotten" Those were his only words.
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Post by Minya Collowen on Sept 15, 2004 11:43:07 GMT -5
"Very interesting without a doubt eh?" She nods. "Now, for the ale."
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Post by Xyloe on Sept 15, 2004 11:54:38 GMT -5
*Maranwé of Lothlorien slowly enters the Tavern. Her long cloak of forest green drapes loosely off her shoulders. She removes her cloak and places it on a chair to reveal a long chestnut skirt and a creamy chemise underneath. She sits quietly and orders an ale. While she waits, she eyes the mysterious figure sitting near the fireplace. Her eyes are drawn to his leather book.* Ah. Reading about the long forgotten land? 'Tis a rather interesting subject.
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Post by Minya Collowen on Sept 15, 2004 12:10:36 GMT -5
"Aye, he keeps his nose stuck in that book of 'is. " She takes up her ale which was placed by her hand and drinks it away in a single chug.
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Post by Calenfalathiel on Sept 25, 2004 8:20:56 GMT -5
*Comes around with a large pitcher of ale for seconds, refills Minya's mug and then starts offering to guests*
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Post by Minya Collowen on Sept 29, 2004 18:47:13 GMT -5
Nods. "Now that's what I call a loyal servant. Thankee" Stares into the swirling spiced ale, then takes a sip once again.
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Post by Calenfalathiel on Oct 30, 2004 8:58:53 GMT -5
*stands around impatiently, waiting for people to ask for more ale or for Minya to tell her that her shift is over*
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Post by Minya Collowen on Jan 11, 2005 12:47:49 GMT -5
Laughs. "I know what you're thinking, and no..it's not over. You still have 9 more years remember? Now fetch me more ale, after all you are the official ale-fetcher." Her mug was empty.
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Post by Calenfalathiel on Jan 22, 2005 23:14:34 GMT -5
*she grumbled as she was reminded of her enslavement, but nonetheless did her duty fearing more years would be added...*
(whoa, this is like an indentured servant!)
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Post by Minya Collowen on Jan 28, 2005 12:56:48 GMT -5
;D (i don't mind it)
"Now, where was I? Oh right, coming to terms with death and-" She notices that she was reciting a script and stops herself immediately after clearing her throat. "So, um, this is some good ale isn't it?"
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