The Night the "Troll's Nose" burned down -- and the day after

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Postby Khorazir » Fri Jul 20, 2001 1:41 am

It was an evening in mid-Nenime in Third Age 3008. Below a crude wooden sign carved in the likeness of a huge ugly nose light filtered out through small, smeared and partly broken and barred windows into the narrow lane - one of those hidden backstreets in the Second Circle that a common visitor to Minas Tirith ususally did not know about, and never strayed into. In those lanes and crooked alleyways the darker and more secretive inhabitants of the City lived and thrived, trying to avoid close contact with the authorities. The watch came here seldom, and although people suspected that the Lord Denethor knew about the goings on even in this rather remote part of the city (as he appeared to know a good deal about everything happening in the realm, through dark arts and wizardry, as people suspected), he did not seem to care over much, having more important matters on his mind. And this was much appreciated by the inhabitants of this part of the Tower of Guard.<BR><BR>And here the "Troll's Nose" was situated, reputedly the most disreputable, dirty, dangerous but also exciting tavern in the City. Here folk assembled to discuss business, to meet friends from foreign parts who had to avoid walking openly in the streets under broad daylight, to drink to celebrate, or to drown some grief with the horrible stuff that went under beer in the "Nose", to gamble or to brawl. There was always some "entertainment" or other going on at the "Troll's Nose". <BR><BR>Presently, even though the evening was not that far advanced, there was quite a large crowd assembled at the inn, as Oglof, the burly, one-eyed Morthondian innkeeper noticed with satisfaction. Mostly good and well-known customers. There were the secretive dark-clad and heavily armed guys in the corner avidly discussing some new venture of theirs, there was Dorgil the Red the famous highway-robber and his band of cutthroats gambling with sly Carandur, known for his wicked luck with the dice, there were the drunks who flogged to the "Nose" as soon as it opened, and "left" when they were dragged out and dropped in the gutter somewhen in the early morning, there were the pick-pockets and burglars preparing for their nightly expeditions, and other folk of various dark professions, hailing from various realms. All in all, as Oglof thought proudly to himself, a nice assembly of scoundrels as one hardly found elsewhere in Minas Tirith nowadays.<BR><BR>He was just pushing a pint of "beer" towards a huge blackbearded and grim-looking fellow at the counter, when the door opened, and, hardly discernable through the thick smoke of various burned herbs in the room and because of the rather insufficient illumination, three young men entered. What he could recognise about their looks made Oglof skeptical and very attentive, indeed alarmed. They did not look on bit like his usual customers. All three came from rather wealthy families (<i>Bloody tarks</i>, thought Oglof contemtuously, and spat), judged by their clothes (which nevertheless were rather plain), but also by their general bearing and behaviour. The one who had entered first was slightly less in height than the other two, but more richly dressed. He was in his early twenties, had long, wavy dark-brown hair, warm brown eyes and an open, sympathetic face. He stepped in smiling broadly and jovially, as if he owned the place. <BR><BR>The second was tall and slender, with rather short raven hair that created a sharp contrast to his pale skin and clear grey eyes. His face was somewhat stern and grave, and even though apparently he was of the same age as the other two, he looked more restrained, thoughtful and silent, and thus seemed older. Also there was something about his features that appeared familiar to Oglof. He was quite sure that he had seen this one before, and in the kind of company Oglof did not appreciate at all, and usually tried to avoid. <BR><BR>The man - or boy, it was hard to determine at this age - eyed his surroundings keenly and suspiciously. It was plain to see that he did not approve of the place, and wished to be somewhere else. But he had no time to think twice about it, because the third youth behind him pushed him slightly to make him move on. That one was also tall and slender of built and had long blonde hair. Of his face Oglof could see little, because it was half hidden behind the one walking in front of him, but what he could discern was that this one, too, seemed of Dúnadan-stock rather than Rohirrim, as his haircolour suggested.<BR><BR>Eyed curiously (but also darkly and suspiciously) by the crowd gathered in the "Nose", the first of the newcomers now pointed to an empty table. "This looks fine", he said, motioning to the others. "You sit here, and I'll get the drinks", he added with a swift glance at his raven-haired companion (who did not look too happy, and rather out of place, Oglof thought with a grin), and a half-hidden mischievous smile, that was returned by the blonde one who now sat down beside the other. <BR><BR>Someone called for Oglof, and he had to draw his gaze from the three newcomers. <i>I'll be hanged if those three don't look like a lot o' trouble</i>, he thought as he turned away. He should be right. But nevertheless even he had to admit later that they all had had great fun that night. <BR><BR><BR><BR>(OOC: Feel free visit the "Troll's Nose", and help making the night funny and interesting. But please try to stay true to the setting [time/place], and remember that in the end the thing must burn down. How that happens is up to you. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> )
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Postby Dellóm » Fri Jul 20, 2001 6:16 am

Sitting in a dark, out of the way, part of the room, the strange man watched the three newcomers enter the tavern and move to their table.<BR>Keeping part of his attention on them, he turned again to the cloaked stranger at the table.<BR><i>"You're sure the information you have given me is true? If so, my master may well reward you handsomely. We have need of spies who are honest...dishonesty will drastically shorten lives."</i> the strange man whispered to the cloaked stranger.<BR><i>"I swear it's true, Lord D..."</i> the cloaked stranger catching himself, realizing that the implied threat had caused him to raise his voice in fear. Continuing in a much quieter voice, <i>"I swear it's true, Lord Dellóm!"</i><BR>Nodding, the Dellóm placed a small bag of coins near the cloaked man's hand, which quickly disappeared.<BR><i>"Good, now you must hurry back. We do not wish your master to suspect anything and I have meetings with others that I must attend to."</i> Dellóm said, standing and ending their meeting. <BR>The cloaked stranger removed himself from the table and darting furtive glances at the other patrons of the tavern, slipped quickly out into the night.<BR><BR><i>Well, and well,</i> Dellóm thought to himself. <i>Lord Maeglin will find this new information most pleasing. We had no idea the guard strength in the city was that weak.</i><BR><BR>Motioning to Oglof, Dellóm ordered another drink. Sitting and studying the three strangers, he continued to think about the spy's information and of how he could turn it all to his Lord's advantages.<BR><BR>The opening of the door caught his attention as another cloaked stranger stepped into the tavern. Smiling to himself, he watched the stranger approach his table. <i>Ah, my next meeting is here.</i><BR>
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Postby Canamarth » Fri Jul 20, 2001 7:58 am

"There you go Maradir," the brown-haired one said to the blonde while putting a mug of beer in front of him. "And here is yours, F..."<BR>"Ssh," the other two interrupted. A sheepish smile spread on his face. "Sorry. But what am I supposed to call you?"<BR>"Do you really think coming here was a good idea, Maradir?" the raven-haird asked and took a furtive look around.<BR>"No," Maradir said. "But we're going to have so much fun!" And he laughed out loud. "But Turin is right, my friend. You have to tell us your new name."
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Postby Khorazir » Fri Jul 20, 2001 8:27 am

"Since it was your splendid idea to drag me here, Master Túrin, I suppose you should invent a fitting one", the raven-haired one said, giving Túrin a keen glance. Túrin grinned. "Well, let me see ..." - he studied the other - "what about ... er ... Arandur?"<BR>"Very inventive, Túrin, I must attest you this", the other said dryly. "But it could have been worse, I guess."<BR>"Yeah, it could", Túrin agreed with a rather mischievous grin. "Well", he continued, reaching for his mug of beer and then settling back comfortably in his chair, "it's really a pity that your brother couldn't join us tonight, <i>Arandur</i>. Where is he, anyway?"<BR>"Ithilien", Arandur said shortly. "The usual business. But maybe", he added in a low voice, "we should not discuss this here." He took another look around. Some of the figures half hidden in smoke and shadow did not look very trustworthy at all. Neither did the cloaked stranger that had just entered the inn, and joined a similar looking fellow at a table in a corner - a fellow who had been studying the three of them quite attentively all the time, as Arandur had noticed.<BR><BR>Túrin raised his mug to the other two. "Cheers, my friends! As Maradir said, seems we're going to have much fun tonight!"
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Postby Canamarth » Fri Jul 20, 2001 8:40 am

Maradir's intention had been to drown his beer in one gulp. But after the liquid had reached his palate, he could swallow just a tiny amount after struggling not to spit it all out.<BR>"I had forgotten how bad the beer is in here..." He shook himself but took up the mug again. "But who cares?" And he managed to drown half the mug. "It soon won't matter anymore," he said to Arandur whose face contorted as if he had bitten into a lemon. "We just have to get through the first five mugs or so."<BR>"Five mugs?" Turin exclaimed. "I'll need a lot more to get even tipsy."<BR>"Right!"
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Postby Dellóm » Fri Jul 20, 2001 10:12 pm

His last meeting of the evening over with, Dellóm turns to study the room again while he ponders the information his last informant had brought him. <i>Fool, even I know the shire is nothing to a marching army.</i><BR><i>Still, for such a small race, they have been around for some time now. I shall advice my Lord that we should bypass them if we can. Even an army of ants can route and eliminate a much stronger intruder if you rile them enough.</i> he thought as he pondered the matter more. <i>And the secrecy of our attack is of utmost importance. Attacking the hobbits will carry tales to the far corners.</i><BR><BR>Noticing one of the strange trio studying him in turn, Dellóm raised his mug to his lips, the flaring of the lamps of someone opening the door causing the edges of his mask plates to glow within the shadows of his hood. <i>These three are an enigma for this place. I think I shall stay longer tonight and see what mischief they plan.</i><BR>
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Postby Khorazir » Sat Jul 21, 2001 1:26 am

"I should really like to see you endure four more mugs of this stuff, Túrin", Arandur said, forcing down a mouthful of his drink. He smiled slightly to himself as a somewhat appalled look stole over his friend's face, something he had not quite been able to conceal. <BR>"Well", Túrin conceded, "I guess I could ask if they sell anything else to drink around here ... but hey, Maradir seems to like the stuff! He's almost finished his first mug ..."<BR>Maradir gave him a deadly glance. "Get you gone Túrin, and get us something decent", he hissed, with a swift side-glance at Arandur and his almost untouched drink. Túrin grinned again, nodded briefly and rose. <BR><BR>That their friend did not notice their silent exchange of meaningful glances was due to the fact that his gaze had again been drawn to the dark stranger in the corner. The man was alone now. Arandur thought he had caught a glance of keen eyes from the depths of the stranger's hood. Then someone rose from a table in between, and so blocked the man from view. <BR><BR>"Interesting folk in here", Arandur said softly to Maradir. "Is it just the light deceiving my eyes, or is everybody except us carrying a whole armoury about with them?"
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Postby Dellóm » Sat Jul 21, 2001 7:14 am

Using the moment the view is blocked, Dellóm rises and moves to the bar to grab another mug and then turns and leans against the bar and studies the trio from there. <BR><i>Odd that these three are here. The first seems to be the lower ranking of the three,</i> he thought, watching him come to the bar and ask for something other than the regulare fare. <i>The raven haired one seems to be the more cautious, he bares the most watching.</i><BR><i>The last, where is he...</i> his view being blocked by moving patrons before spotting him leaning close to the raven haired stranger. <i>Ah yes, he seems to be the one in between...a steadyness for the first and a cajoler for the second.</i> <BR><BR>Motioning to Olof, Dellóm has him give them some of his own private stock that he keeps here. He had learned his lesson quickly when it came to the common drink in the Troll's Nose, sometimes they keep dead rats in the barrel to give it that special twang.
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Postby Canamarth » Sat Jul 21, 2001 7:22 am

"Who says I don't keep my armoury with me?" Maradir replied. Then he saw the man Arandur had been studying, stepping close to Turin and ordering a drink for them.<BR>"Seems we have already made friends. Do you think we should have a chat with him? Since you seemed so interested in him before?"<BR>Arandur nodded and Maradir beckoned the stranger to their table.
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Postby Khorazir » Sat Jul 21, 2001 8:25 am

"Better watch out that Túrin does not begin to chat carelessly", Arandur whispered to Maradir while watching the approaching stranger attentively. "You know him."
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Postby Dellóm » Sat Jul 21, 2001 9:42 am

Grabbing his mug, he moves to the table to introduce himself, and to find out more about this strange trio. <BR>Nodding towards the two still seated, the lighting again flickering across the edges of the mask he wears beneath his hood. <i>"Good evening to you, friends. Forgive me, but you made me curious at your visit to this...establishment. Most who dress and move as you do, usually prefer the more finer places near the royal or merchant's quarters."</i><BR>Quickly grabbing something to sit on from a nearby table, he sits at the trio's table, seemingly ignoring the commotion he just caused at the other. <BR>The person who's seat he just stole looking irate and ready to make something of it, until his friends drag him back and whisper who it was that claimed the seat. A pale look of fear passing quickly across his face, he quickly finds another.<BR><i>"Let me introduce myself, my name is Mithas, and you are?"</i>
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Postby Khorazir » Sat Jul 21, 2001 10:49 am

"This is Maradir," Arandur said, nodding to his friend, "my name is Arandur, and our friend's whom you just helped to get other drinks is Túrin. We are pleased to meet you, Master Mithas. You are right," he continued with a smile, "we look rather out of place. I have to admit that I have never been to this <i>establishment</i>, as you put it, before. My friends have, though, and apparently they thought it funny if I would join them tonight." <BR>"Right," Túrin agreed, setting his load of mugs on the table and taking a seat again. "Moreover there's something to celebrate. Or going to be, in about ... uh ... three hours I'd say."<BR>Mithas looked at him questioningly. <BR>"His coming of age", Túrin said grinning, pointing at Arandur, who cast a swift warning glance at his friend, but then shrugged and grinned as well. "I only hope I shall live to experience the event in this company. Some of the people in here do not look too friendly." He cast a swift look at the neighbouring table, where the commotion had died down again. Then his face turned somewhat grave and serious, as he studied Mithas with a keen, searching glance, as if trying to penetrate the shade the hood cast on the stranger's face. <BR>"Those people over there did not look overly pleased when you took the chair", Arandur said matter-of-factly, yet with his eyes still on Mithas' hooded face. "I must say that it struck me as strange indeed that they should refrain from doing anything about it. I would have thought they would start some kind of trouble or other. The one with the scarred face looked ready for it for sure. And yet he settled down peacefully ... You are known around here, I take it?"
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Postby Canamarth » Sat Jul 21, 2001 11:54 am

Maradir, who had gotten a glimpse of the mask under Mithas' hood, awaited the answer attentively. If there was somebody among the <i>fine fellows</i> in the <i>Nose</i> who had to be watched closely, it was definitely him.
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Postby Dellóm » Sat Jul 21, 2001 10:10 pm

Noticing the look, Dellóm took a drink from his mug before replying.<BR><i>"Ah, as to that. It's well known that I frequent this place and one night someone came looking for me. I had to disabuse him of his notion that I should no longer breath. Many here saw what happened and what was left when I was finished."</i> <BR><i>"Fear is a nice moderator to rash actions, I sometimes find."</i><BR>Pausing in the act of taking another drink, he pauses and stares through the opened door as someone entered. His posture becoming tense. <BR><i>"You must excuse me. I have an errand that I must attend to. I hope to return before you begin your party. Perhaps to help you toast the occasion?"</i><BR>Quickly saying his goodbyes to the fellows, he stands and moves to the door, a purpose to his stride saying that whatever it was that brought him back out into the night, he was not happy with it.<BR><BR><BR>ooc: Tomorrow's an odd work day for me. I start about 11am and work til 8pm (EST), might make it hard to keep up with everything going on here before the place burns down. But if it's still standing when I make it back, I look forward to the adventure. Thanks <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Canamarth » Sun Jul 22, 2001 9:31 am

Maradir looked after him as he left the pub. Turning to his companions he said: "I must say I am not that unhappy at his disappearance. Did you see the mask? Now, if that doesn't make anyone suspicious."<BR>"Why, I thought he was a mighty interesting fellow," Turin said.<BR>"I thought you'd say something like that," Maradir muttered. "Well, seems we will have to make do with ourselves, for the time being."
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Postby Khorazir » Sun Jul 22, 2001 10:08 am

"Well, we could invite some of the fellows playing dice to come over and have a drink with us", Túrin said grinning.<BR>Arandur turned in his chair to look at them. "Looks as if they are rather busy right now", he said. <BR><BR>He was right: one had just risen and drawn a knife, while the others apparently prepared for a fight themselves. "Cheatin'?" a tall red-headed fellow cried, reaching over the table, grabbing the collar of a pale, sallow-faced man and pulling him towards him. "Yeh accuse me o' cheatin', yeh little rat?"<BR>"No, no, Master Dorgil," the other said, winding himself to get free of Dorgil's grip, "not ... not cheating. I just ... er ... implied that ..."<BR>"What?" Dorgil thundered.<BR>"That ... er ... well, the dice, they're ... uh ... not the proper weight ..."<BR>Dorgil stared at him. "Proper weight?" he yelled, raising his fist. "I'll give yeh proper weight!"<BR>At this moment Oglof the innkeeper stepped to him and whispered something in his ear. Dorgil's fury subsided visibly, and he eyed the pale man he had still grasped firmly by the collar with a curious look. "Ye're sure?" he asked Oglof, who nodded vigorously. A slight grin spread about Dorgil's face, and he let go of the collar. Then he pressed the small man down into a chair, and after taking a seat himself leaned towards him and started talking softly, but rapidly, gesticulating wildly. The pale man, after having overcome his shock, seemed rather interested in Dorgil's talk. His eyes grew wider and wider, before finally he smiled as well. <BR><BR>The three young men had watched the little episode with interest and amusement. Now Túrin turned back to the other two. "Well, Maradir's right, I guess. It's just the three of us for the time being. But perhaps he can tell a story of his latest adventures. I haven't seen you around much lately, I must say. And you neither, Arandur. What were you up to?"<BR><BR>
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Postby Dellóm » Sun Jul 22, 2001 6:29 pm

Pausing outside to look that no one's watching, Dellóm steps into the shadows of the alley. Walking deeper, he stops and his mask gives off a sudden flash. <BR><i>Come to me.</i> he thinks.<BR>A shadowy for appears before him and bows. <i>You wished for me, Master?</i> the shadow thought back.<BR><i>Yes, there are three inside, I wish to know their actions while I am gone. Do not be seen.</i> Dellóm thought to the shadow.<BR><i>Yes, Master.</i> the shadow replied, already fading into the darkness of the alley.<BR><BR>Making sure no one has seen him, Dellóm steps from the alley and begins to make his way to the merchants quarters.<BR><i>Zanir will pay for his meddling. I warned him to not pry into my business and now there will be a lesson. Hmm...I think we will begin with his beautiful wife. They had an anniversary recently and I forgot to send a gift.</i> The plates of his mask shifting to a malevolently smiling face, he continues on, still thinking to himself. <i>Yes, that will do nicely, and if he continues to meddle...he has a nice sized family.</i>
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Postby Khorazir » Mon Jul 23, 2001 6:08 am

"I was in Ithilien as well, most of the time," Arandur said in a low voice. "Perhaps you have heard of it, but during the last months, since last year's fall, actually, the number of Orcs roaming the western slopes of the Ephel Duath has increased rapidly. And they are not the usual snuffling spies and scouts, but large Uruks, warlike and strong. And cunning. They annihilated two of our companies. From what we have learned it seems that they come from Minas Morgul, and beyond. It appears that they are making for the crossings of Anduin in Osgiliath, and we do our best to defend the eastern part of the ruined city. The steward's heir is in command now" - here the other two grinned slightly - "even though his father would rather see him out of danger, I guess. About a month ago he was wounded by an arrow, and quite a serious wound 'twas too. But he would not remain for long in the City, saying that he had to return as swiftly as possible. Maybe he - or his father - was of the opinion that his captain in charge needed some assistance" - there was only the slightest trace of sarcasm or even bitterness in his voice - "well, and after he had returned I was sent back to Minas Tirith to deal with some rather dull administrational matters here (a punishment of sorts, maybe). After tomorrow I guess 'twill be Ithilien again for me, but, to be honest, I am looking forward to it, Orcs or no. For some reason the atmosphere at home has been rather icy lately." He shrugged. "I suppose certain people think that I should have taken better care of the captain-general. The usual, you know. <BR>But," and now his grave face brightened a little, "I think 'tis best if I stop talking like this. I thought we were here to have fun tonight. What about you, Maradir, do you not know of something funny to tell? You usually come up with the most intriguing tales."
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Postby Canamarth » Mon Jul 23, 2001 3:21 pm

"I am honoured by your praise. But I can't really tell you of my training at the moment. Arandur, you should know that it's all top secret." He smiled broadly. "But I can tell you of two new friends I made. Their names are Annavar and Ettenar and they come from a little village somewhere not too far off from Pelargir. And they are twins. They look so much alike that hardly anyone can tell them apart. Just when I thought I had gotten a hang of it yesterday, because Annavar's beard was longer than Ettenar's, they both shaved."<BR>Turin and Arandur broke out laughing.<BR>"I should like to have a doppelganger," Turin said. "I could blame all my bad behaviour on him. And I could send him on duties which I don't particularly like to fulfill..."<BR>The commotion which had been quenched at the table with dice, seemed to open up again in a corner where a very drunken old man tried to kiss a young lass whose boyfriend had only left to fetch another drink for the two of them. He grabbed the old man by his collar and threw him out of the <i>Nose</i> without further ado.<BR>"Hey, Turin. Seems you just missed your big chance of rescuing the damsel in distress," Maradir laughed.
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Postby Khorazir » Tue Jul 24, 2001 9:18 am

Túrin studied the maid with an expert glance. "Hm, not bad", he admitted. "But, well, at the moment I am not interested in this kind of business."<BR>His friends exchanged questioning glances. "You do get medical treatment, do you not?" Arandur said.<BR>"What?"<BR>"Well, to hear from you that you are not interested in a pretty lass made me conclude that you must be ill ..."<BR>Túrin gave him a deadly glance. "Actually, Lord Arandur, I have never felt better," he said pointedly. "If you wish to know, there's someone I've met some time ago ... Someone special."<BR>"Oooh," came from the other two. <BR>"Someone special, eh?" Arandur asked with a mischievous grin. "As <i>special</i> as lady how was her name ... - Amarie?" <BR>"Or Miriel?" Maradir added.<BR>"Or the one with the red hair ... Laurendiliel?"<BR>"Or -"<BR>"Oh, shut up you two!" Túrin cried, his face blushed scarlet. "I tell you, it's different this time!"<BR>"Yeah, right!" the others said, both trying hard to keep from bursting into laughter. Túrin eyed them darkly. Then he leaned back in his chair again and folded his hands over his chest. <BR>"Well, I guess it's easy to joke about things one doesn't have the slightest clue about!" he said lightly.
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Postby Canamarth » Wed Jul 25, 2001 4:58 am

"Hey, I'm still too young for those things," Maradir claimed. "Besides, I don't like your pale, ribbon-covered ladies whose only occupation seems to be taking care of their attire and make-up. What are you supposed to do with them? You can't have a good ride-out with them or a plain talk as we have among ourselves. I think they are quite dull. I'm sure there are some exceptions - I have heard of the wild women of the Rohirrim who even take swords and fight just like men - but I have seen nothing like them in Minas Tirith so far."
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Postby Khorazir » Wed Jul 25, 2001 10:16 am

"Yeah, they are quite exceptional," Arandur agreed. "And Maradir is right. Most of the ladies around here are plain boring - or worse. They soon get on one's nerves with their endless talk about fashion and hairstyle, which appears to be the only topic of conversation they cherish."<BR>"Oh, our expert speaks up," Túrin said mockingly. <BR>Arandur only smiled. "I have no problem admitting that I do not share your wealth of experience in this field, Túrin. And honestly, where should I meet someone? In Ithilien? There I have more chances of meeting an Orc-woman."<BR>All shuddered slightly as they tried to picture a female Orc, then they grinned.<BR>"Well, but you must admit that even when you're here in the City you don't seem to be on the lookout for a girlfriend," Túrin took up the topic again. "Waiting for someone special, eh?"<BR>"Yes, perhaps," Arandur answered, and he did not grin this time.
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Postby Dellóm » Wed Jul 25, 2001 11:13 am

Returning from his trip to the merchant's quarters, Dellóm paused at the alley mouth. Anyone who passed by, not drunk, would swear later that they saw a shadow move from the wall and sink into the one already on the ground.<BR>Taking a deep breath as he absorbed the new knowledge of the shadow, he opened his eyes and continued to the Troll's Nose. <BR><BR>Entering and moving to the side, it had taken only the one time when he was in the way of someone who had drank to much to learn that lesson, he gave himself a moment to get accustomed to the dim view again before moving to the bar and getting another mug of his private stock and then moving back to the trio.<BR><BR><i>"Hail and well met again, friends."</i> taking his seat again.<BR><i>"Please forgive my earlier abruptness and leaving so suddenly and rudely."</i> taking a drink from his mug and smiling at Maradir as he spoke. <i>"The errand was one that I had forgotten and had risen to emergency proportions by the time I was able to get to it."</i><BR><BR><i>"So tell me, have I missed anything of interest?"</i> the light catching parts of his mask as he smiled from beneath his hood.<BR><BR>ooc: I hope the shadow thing wasn't too contrived a way for me to keep an eye on things while I was away. It's something Dell has in order to spy on others.
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Postby Khorazir » Thu Jul 26, 2001 5:42 am

Arandur looked up as Mithas sat down at their table again. He wondered what the strange man had been up to. Studying him closely, he caught a glimpse of the mask Maradir had mentioned. Looking swiftly to his friend, he realised that Maradir's attention was bent on this as well.<BR>Túrin, however, seemed pleased about Mithas' return, and did not care about his peculiar attire. "Nice to have you back, Mithas," he said. "As for things of interest, well, there seems to have been some trouble at the dice-table, but apart from that, nothing much happened. Unusually quiet in the "Nose" tonight, if you ask me."
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Postby Canamarth » Thu Jul 26, 2001 8:04 am

"Oh, and you did miss a conversation about women..." Maradir added smilingly. 'Better to talk about trivial matters in his presence,' he thought.
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Postby Khorazir » Thu Jul 26, 2001 8:20 am

"Yeah," Túrin agreed. He leaned a little closer to Mithas and added with a grin: "Not that those two could add much to it! You know, they're real children when it comes to these matters."<BR>"Unlike our dear friend here," Arandur said, giving Túrin a short piercing glance. "But" - and now he looked at Mithas - "tell us a little about yourself. Are you a resident of the City? Your attire looks somewhat ... exceptional and out of the ordinary. Even in a place like this."
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Postby Dellóm » Fri Jul 27, 2001 6:24 am

Smiling beneath his hood, Dellóm takes a swift drink.<BR><BR><i>"What's to tell? Yes, I live and work in the city, although like any craftsman I may be called to journey to another if the guild should wish it. Even my small skills may be called upon when there is need."</i><BR><i>"For now, I work for a Lord who pays me well and keeps me busy. Which is why I dress as I do, but cannot take advantage of it in the better parts of town."</i> he continued. <BR>Holding his hand to his chest as if a momentary twinge there had caused him pain. <i>"Lords everywhere. Seems that if they want something done and they think they will get a speck of dirt on them, they send an underling. bah!"</i><BR>Taking another, larger, drink, he sits for a moment lost in thought before continuing. <i>"So I come here to try to relax."</i><BR><i>"Now your turns. Tell me about yourselves."</i>
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Postby Khorazir » Fri Jul 27, 2001 6:48 am

"As for me," Arandur answered, "I am just a common ranger of Ithilien. But since my family lives in the city, I return here now and again when not on duty - also to relax (in a way). And to meet old friends, of course." He smiled at his two companions.<BR>
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Postby Canamarth » Fri Jul 27, 2001 7:02 am

"And I have just finished school as a matter of fact," Maradir added. "I have joined the military for some basic training. But I am not sure if I will stay there long." Maradir shifted his position on the chair. "May I ask which Lord you serve, Mithas?" he ventured. "Maybe I know him."
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Postby Khorazir » Sun Jul 29, 2001 3:52 am

Greatly interested in hearing where Mithas' loyalties lay, Arandur watched him attentively. It seemed to him that the other hesitated very briefly, as if to think of an appropriate answer.
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