watch poor fuinur looking for knickers
he sails the globe while the whole world snickers
but should the town of annon baran fall
perhaps there’ll soon be knickers for all
<have no fear…this was probably my last bit of poetry…unless of course I decide the only way to win will be to chase the freeps out with bad poetry>
The Cloud Lord can threaten the freeps
as around all our cities he creeps
but I know what will hinder
the knives of Ji-Indur
and leave all his killers in heaps
And as for the underwear queen
her quest is becoming obscene
She should buy them mail order
and not leave her border
'Cos her quest will soon run out of steam
Ta Da!
JD
I’d threaten you with death and destruction for insulting my underwear queen but even I couldn’t take that seriously lol…I must admit it was a good plan to let me wear my navy out on your pop centers…at least I liked it…bet cardolan likes it too 
Its flatering that you like our plans. Sometimes it is as if we dont
know them ourselves until they have been undertaken.
The South Gondorian guild of panty makers heard rumours about the extraordinary consumption of underwear at the court of the Quiet Avenger. They have been producing a large stock of prime quality and they were hoping you would come back for it. But so far you have disapointed them; I believe they are planning to start a delivery service, bringing panties to your door…
See you soon 
Celdrahil
I wish I had known you delivered panties…all this effort wasted…I feel so foolish…any chance I could get you to bring them soon? <that town of yours made a wonderful fire for roasting marshmellows btw> looking foward to seeing you down here in my desert wastes…please hurry
looking foward to seeing you down here in my desert wastes…
Sweat pours from Din Ohtar’s eyebrow (extremely large as it is) as he struggles with these words…his small mind burns with the effort.
“Lurking forward to sing you down here in my dessert waiste”
Using Tarondor’s rotting body as a seat, he ponders the meaning.
“Ug!” He screams as he drops the message.
Suddenly he is uncertain which brings him more fear, Saurons anger or the QA’s dessert waiste.
Adunaphel put down her apple pie alamode “did the long rider just call me fat?” <ok, better bring some extra large panties in that shipment>
Fuinur wandered aimlessly through the streets of annon baran…surely there much be cotton knickers for sale here…everyone seems so happy…actually they seem a little too happy…fuinur hated happy…ok…enough of all this happiness…fuinur walked into the town hall and declared himself the mayor…“there will be no more happiness in this town by order of the cotton pantiless quiet avenger” The towns people were quite distraught…they were so used to staying out of the minor affairs involving the clash of good and better “where is everyone going?” fuinur was not pleased that his now unhappy towns people were packing up and moving…“we’re moving to traith chefudoc you panty hunting freak!” yelled the young woman that had just hours before slapped him so soundly…fine thought fuinur…where my citizens go I must follow…and so off he sailed for traith chefudoc
Has anybody lost a ring ? It has a #1 engraved on the inside and was found beside a sleeping orc.
I could be wrong but I do believe an orc owns that ring…their fingers are so large it’s often difficult to wear those properly…have no fear…I’m sure the rightful owner will reclaim his property in due time…in the meantime…try not to sleep…they get you in your sleep you know <although I must admit I have difficulty imagining an orc that can sneak up on someone without waking them up>
ahh well if it dosnt fit slender elvish fingers, it will fit somewhere else.
And by the way: the South Gondorian panty makers are quite disapointed. It seems that you’ve sendt an errand boy to collect your panties. Fine lingerie needs to be fitted and adjusted, at least if it is to look decent on a large lady like Adunaphel.
adunaphel would never travel to s gondor herself…she has too many men wanting to travel for her…you see…it’s a well known fact that s gondor exports ALL of it’s panties
Arthedain and Cardolan,
Are you two planning on killing me or what? My population centers have been trembling in fear, awaiting the righteous wrath of the Free! Still waiting…
Seriously, I hope this isn’t the best you can do. If so, it’s embarrasing. The longer you wait, the stronger I get.
Murazor
Murazor
Be afraid, Be wery afraid.
It is the calm before the storm.
Fuinur sailed into Traith Chefudoc happy in the knowledge that all his former subjects from the last town would be here. Perhaps he’d be a little more tolerant of happiness this time and they wouldn’t all leave…it seemed worth a try anyway. Off to the town hall he went to declare himself mayor yet again…only stopping at the clothes shops along the way in search of the ever elusive cotton panties for adunaphel. “wait? Where’s everyone going?” Fuinur had expected that they’d at least give him a chance and not leave before he had even had time to explain his intentions. This was an unexpected turn of events and fuinur plopped down on the curb with his bottle of rum <ok ok…he was looking for panties in the wayward travelers tavern also…he didn’t find any but that’s another story all together> People sneared at him as they packed their belongings and left town…but then he saw his old friend…the pretty young lady with the perfect left hook…fuinur started to walk over to her when she did something totally unexpected…she hiked her skirt up…pointed at her butt and shouted “kiss this!” then she disappeared into the crowd and was gone…fuinur got excited <not in that way> because sure enough although the distance was far he could see without a doubt that the young lady was indeed wearing cotton panties
Do anyone know what a pectoral looks like ?? It sounds like some sort of ancient surgery tool. But thank you anyway
neutrals take note…those freeps are nothing but a bunch of artifact thieves…they steal anything shiney…doesn’t even matter if they even know what it is
:eek:
Losing Pectoral sucked, no question. However, I upgraded to 3 cities and a MT with it; so I got my mileage out of it.
By the way, we’ve got Bain’s head hanging from the battlements at Kala Dulakurth. Next time, send more FP goons.
I got pretty good use out of Pectoral before it was gone, I don’t think the Dwarves can say the same about Bain.
Murazor
Dwarves are fantastic creatures, they are brave, they are strong, honest and incredibly stubborn…the only real problems are that they are so poor at counting, and that they sometimes exhibit suicidal behaviour.
Din Ohtar looks around in confusion. “Why isn’t anyone home?”
Uvatha: “I don’t know! They were here last week.”
Din Ohtar: “I’m hungry for Northmen stew!”
Uvatha: “Yonder hound is a northman hound. Eat it!”
Din Ohtar: “Pah! Skin and bone they are! I’d rather eat a Warg.”
Uvatha scans his surroundings intently.
Din Ohtar: “What are you looking for Mule head?!”
Uvatha: “Silk.”
Din Ohtar: " For what?!
Uvatha smiles.
Din Ohtar, with a look of disgust: “Oh NO! UGH! Even you!”
Uvatha: " I love the way she hurts me when I bring her silk undies"