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GreatWarg · 09-24-2002, 03:05 PM

***Rhun***

Ulwyte searched the marketplace, hoping to see foreign imports. Trade with the Dwarves and others of Middle-earth was no longer much profit, and his little nation mostly lived off of imported items from countries beyond Middle-earth. Someone stepped in front of him, nearly shoving a set of daggers in Ulwyte's face.

'Made by the best smithies in Harad!' he boasted. The two blades were dull and black, straight with cheap hilts.

'I think not,' Ulwyte snorted, disgusted. He thought of the blade made by Dwarves hanging in his home. Middle-earth imports seemed so much more beautiful than the dull blackness of Harad. Ulwyte pushed past, thinking of retiring back to his room several blocks away when a messenger riding a great steed broke the crowd.

'Are you Ulwyte?' the messenger asked, stopping in front of him.

'Yes, of course.'

'The Steward has a message for you!' the messenger bellowed, handing a notice to Ulwyte. He then reared his horse and with a snort and a whinny it turned and began fighting through the crowds.

Ulwyte glanced at the letter. The wax seal of the Steward was in proud red. Reading quickly through, Ulwyte grinned and began to make for the capitol.

'So, my friend Kasteni, you have an errand for me,' Ulwyte murmered.

[ September 24, 2002: Message edited by: GreatWarg ]

09-24-2002, 03:05 PM	#15
GreatWarg Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2002 Location: East of the Misty Mountains Posts: 339	*Rhun* Ulwyte searched the marketplace, hoping to see foreign imports. Trade with the Dwarves and others of Middle-earth was no longer much profit, and his little nation mostly lived off of imported items from countries beyond Middle-earth. Someone stepped in front of him, nearly shoving a set of daggers in Ulwyte's face. 'Made by the best smithies in Harad!' he boasted. The two blades were dull and black, straight with cheap hilts. 'I think not,' Ulwyte snorted, disgusted. He thought of the blade made by Dwarves hanging in his home. Middle-earth imports seemed so much more beautiful than the dull blackness of Harad. Ulwyte pushed past, thinking of retiring back to his room several blocks away when a messenger riding a great steed broke the crowd. 'Are you Ulwyte?' the messenger asked, stopping in front of him. 'Yes, of course.' 'The Steward has a message for you!' the messenger bellowed, handing a notice to Ulwyte. He then reared his horse and with a snort and a whinny it turned and began fighting through the crowds. Ulwyte glanced at the letter. The wax seal of the Steward was in proud red. Reading quickly through, Ulwyte grinned and began to make for the capitol. 'So, my friend Kasteni, you have an errand for me,' Ulwyte murmered. [ September 24, 2002: Message edited by: GreatWarg ] __________________ "What shall we do, what shall we do!" he cried. "Escaping goblins to be caught be wolves!"