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02-05-2006, 10:42 PM | #11 |
of the House of Fëanor
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Around 5:30 Weds., at Orrodel House - Buz gets home
Buz burst through the back entrance, noisily stomping the mud off his big boots and taking off his trusty crimson woolen riding cloak.
Most of all, Pengolod/Buz was annoyed that his buzz had worn off, and that he'd been luckless at bringing home a stag to impress and delight Lilaenwen with, but something else was irking him, that something which comes to any member of the Nine when things are going on amongst them that could spell action, or trouble. It was high time he got together with some of the men of the group, and pitched in to help with what ever this arriving task was to be. Buzukhumarz had no way of knowing that it was his own dear Lil who was in danger of becoming disfigured and broken-spirited, at the hands of his own comrades. How could he know? He'd been out of touch with the Nine for the most part during the last few days, and rarely if ever took part in their complicated plots, anyway. How could he know the level of vicious and gruesome evil that was headed straight to the feminine target that was his own lovely tempstress of a girlfriend?
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