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Haunting Spirit
Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Mordor University, Wisconsin Campus
Posts: 83
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Many, many excuses, most of them having to do with rotten schoolmates and unreal teachers. I'm guessing that I place my post on this discussion board and it will be edited in? I'll get my save written up tonight, and another post asap. As far as I can see, I have no outstanding obligations for the rest of this RPG, so I'll be here for the final morbid moments!
Perky Ent, In my post after the save I'll beging preping Uzgash for our death scene. He'll be in a somewhat musical mood Should be excellent!~Pyro~
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Tears of the Phoenix
Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby.
Posts: 1,453
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Yes, paste your post here and we'll edit it in.
Good to see you back.
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Stormdancer of Doom
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Poor Oin, octopus-lunch!
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Maniacal Mage
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Wait, Imladris, was that paste it hear directed to me?? Because Pyro and I have a death scene arranged, does that mean that he should post his part of it hear and i can copy it my post?
My last post!!! I'd just like the time to say, this is the best RPG i've ever been in!! And BTW, how did you like my version of the 23 Pslam?
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.' |
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Tears of the Phoenix
Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby.
Posts: 1,453
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No that paste was directed toward Pyro for a different paste.
![]() Your 23rd Psalm was...interesting.
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Maniacal Mage
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LOL! OK! Also, because i die at the second hall, or the bridge...i think the second hall...does that mean that we'll have to lose a battle from the orcs at the gates and retreet there? sorry, i'm slow on these things!
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'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.' |
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Haunting Spirit
Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Mordor University, Wisconsin Campus
Posts: 83
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Here is my post for the save:
Uzgash leaned over and prodded Lugnush with his ax. Lugnush, the name suited the orc, he really was a lug. "Eh?" Lugnush grunted, "What do you want?" "What do I want?" Uzgash said, "I want everything. I want the filthy, noisy, stupid dwarves out of Moria, and I want Nazklash dead. He’s become rather full of himself lately, ruling the orcs and all that. Claiming glory for the Chief Dwarf’s death. Pha! Jerky is all he’s good for, and there’s not even enough of him to bother with that!" Lugnush looked up at Uzgash and was glad, at last they would get rid of the absurd little Nazklash. He really had gotten annoying lately, lording about as he did. Reminded him of old Turgrog…Lugnush had been there for Turgrog’s death, now he would be there for Nazklash’s death. "Nazklash has become lazy in his power. We can easily get rid of him, the orcs will rally to me." Lugnush promised Uzgash. Uzgash already knew this, and was counting on it. He was ready with a plan. "I’m leading a company to the gates. Nazklash also has plans for victory in the entrance way, but he will not live to see them fulfilled. He and his troops will be rallying in the armory, myself and my company will meet you and them there. We will surround Nazklash, and you will announce his death and your new command. I will provide the troops, and you will provide the death. Is that clear?" Lugnush could only nod his agreement. He was ecstatic, finally he would even the scores upon that twerpy little upstart of an orc. A slow smirk twisted across his ugly face. Tonight would be a night to remember. |
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