Post by Dalmar on Dec 2, 2005 14:04:19 GMT -7
* You walk into what look's to be a decrepit little hovel, on the side of a filthy, winding road, in the most disreputable part of Minas Tirith. Upon entering this shabby abode, you quickly realise all is not what it seems, mainly because the 50ft vaulted ceiling could not possibly be contained inside a mere 15 by 15 shack. Despite your sudden concern about dimensional pockets, you quickly step inside just to be halted briskly by a Very large, very impatient and very hungry Troll.
"Oii, Joo Gota leaf yous puny wepunz 'ere, Els is guna haf ta rip yur arms oft So dat joo cant use em' an i dun tink joo be wanten that? Eh Manflesh? "
* you are un-cerimoniously stripped of every weapon, and just when you thought you were done, a dark figure seemingly appears form no where to tell you just how "foolish you are to hide weapons from our kind and dear bouncer" The feminine voice seems to float upon the air as oil floats upon water, and you cant help but feel mocked by the sensual tone. The only thing that stands out about this figure whilst they releive you of your stash, is the pale white emblem that is placed so carefull on their shoulder, an Eye with a Dagger peircing the Iris. The Dark green eyes seem to twinkle at you mischeviously as they quickly throw your meager possesions on a collective table, and as she returns her peircing gaze to you, a slender hand clad in the finest black leather gloves shoots from the darkness within her cloak. Grabed roughly by the jaw, she turns your head left, then right, and whispers seductively "Yes... I trust we shall have no more trouble with you?" you breifly notice the wickedly shining dagger in her other hand just before it dissapears back into her cloak. "Yes, of course we wont" she mutters with contempt dripping from her words. She spins about face, and strides quickly through the crowd which hovers around the bar at all times, dissapearin from veiw.
"Well dun jus stand der! get cher ass movin!" states a Gravely Voice bitterly, as they shove you, awestruck, into the swirling crowd.
"Oii, Joo Gota leaf yous puny wepunz 'ere, Els is guna haf ta rip yur arms oft So dat joo cant use em' an i dun tink joo be wanten that? Eh Manflesh? "
* you are un-cerimoniously stripped of every weapon, and just when you thought you were done, a dark figure seemingly appears form no where to tell you just how "foolish you are to hide weapons from our kind and dear bouncer" The feminine voice seems to float upon the air as oil floats upon water, and you cant help but feel mocked by the sensual tone. The only thing that stands out about this figure whilst they releive you of your stash, is the pale white emblem that is placed so carefull on their shoulder, an Eye with a Dagger peircing the Iris. The Dark green eyes seem to twinkle at you mischeviously as they quickly throw your meager possesions on a collective table, and as she returns her peircing gaze to you, a slender hand clad in the finest black leather gloves shoots from the darkness within her cloak. Grabed roughly by the jaw, she turns your head left, then right, and whispers seductively "Yes... I trust we shall have no more trouble with you?" you breifly notice the wickedly shining dagger in her other hand just before it dissapears back into her cloak. "Yes, of course we wont" she mutters with contempt dripping from her words. She spins about face, and strides quickly through the crowd which hovers around the bar at all times, dissapearin from veiw.
"Well dun jus stand der! get cher ass movin!" states a Gravely Voice bitterly, as they shove you, awestruck, into the swirling crowd.