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littlemanpoet · 12-11-2005, 02:24 PM

Anakron looked up at the sky as the Cruiser bearing away Fléin and Wilhelmina jerked out of the lot. Could the sun be seen, it would be more than halfway towards zenith.

"'Tis time for a change in the weather," Anakron announced dramatically, his sombre face breaking into an amused grin, and he raised his staff. The cat meowed displeasurably.

It started to sleet. Slowly the smog cleared into an uncomfortable but clear and slippery Mordorian duskiness having naught to do with smokey hazes from cracks of doom. No, this was the result of the Anakronism Dweomer as it peculiarly functioned in the land of Mordor.

"Lovely weather, is it not, Lûgnût?"

Lûgnût rolled his or her eyes.

Anakron, not hearing a response, arched his brows, though hidden beneath his wide brimmed hat, and glanced down his nose at the nervy little rat.

"Yes, your Dweomership, sir. Very dwimmer-crafty of you."

"Nonsense." Anakron gazed into the pouring sleet, watching the Dworc's and old womorc's cruiser slip and slide down the road. "Lûgnût, I have a message for Rôgû. Take it down and have it brought to him."

Lûgnût obediently pulled out his/her notepad and began to take down Anakron's dictation.

12-11-2005, 02:24 PM	#75
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Anakron looked up at the sky as the Cruiser bearing away Fléin and Wilhelmina jerked out of the lot. Could the sun be seen, it would be more than halfway towards zenith. "'Tis time for a change in the weather," Anakron announced dramatically, his sombre face breaking into an amused grin, and he raised his staff. The cat meowed displeasurably. It started to sleet. Slowly the smog cleared into an uncomfortable but clear and slippery Mordorian duskiness having naught to do with smokey hazes from cracks of doom. No, this was the result of the Anakronism Dweomer as it peculiarly functioned in the land of Mordor. "Lovely weather, is it not, Lûgnût?" Lûgnût rolled his or her eyes. Anakron, not hearing a response, arched his brows, though hidden beneath his wide brimmed hat, and glanced down his nose at the nervy little rat. "Yes, your Dweomership, sir. Very dwimmer-crafty of you." "Nonsense." Anakron gazed into the pouring sleet, watching the Dworc's and old womorc's cruiser slip and slide down the road. "Lûgnût, I have a message for Rôgû. Take it down and have it brought to him." Lûgnût obediently pulled out his/her notepad and began to take down Anakron's dictation. Last edited by littlemanpoet; 12-13-2005 at 07:24 PM.