Maben my friend, thank you for the coffee - you were asleep so I helped myself. When you left you forgot your collar (#42). It looks a bit weird, but I will keep it to remind me of your hospitality.
ashturg watch the as the cloud of dust grew closer…not a large cloud but then again it hadn’t rained for many days…“could it be a caravan of cotton panties?” he wondered aloud…wait…no…it was a cardolan army lead by the most fearsome of all: commander pelendur…well it was common knowledge in that part of the world that while pelendur wore cotton dresses he only wore satin panties <and even those only on saturday nights>…at least that’s what all the working girls say…so why is he here messing up our streets?
The members of the panty makers guild are quite confused ! We clearly stated our intentions of starting a delivery service. Why is then Adunaphels errand boy in Dol Amroth ? The Panty Caravan ™ is unfortunatly elsewhere, delivering goods to needing customers.
We also question wether the errand boy is properly compensated for his inconvinence, as delivering underwear to an undead must be a stressful occupation. We hope the errand boy will reconsider his actions, and in due time join The Panty Caravan.
Celdrahil
I don’t think the corsairs are there for panties celdrahil…I think the corsairs are there to claim your crown…hope you kept it shiney
My crown, ohh what a relief, I thought you were going to say he was there for my underwear. Thats ok, let the battle begin…
Adunaphel was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, reading the paper and cursing at the servants when suddenly she came upon an article written by Celdrahil…her face grew red and her nails grew by half an inch “is that son of a dog making fun of my panty predicament?”
Dark ones: with all these pirates and assasins and though guys it actually looks as
if you planned the attack on South Gondor. You even achieved some degree of coordination. I think that is unethical. I thought planning and coordinating was against the house rules 
Not to worry. Any apparent coordination is coincidental. If this keeps up we might need intervention from someone. LR
Hi All, just letting you know that I have taken up the Harad position, feel free to contact me at andersm73@yahoo.co.uk and let me know what’s been going on in the game.
cheers
Matt
Fuinur sat on the docks drinking rum and dreaming of the old days of sailing into the unknown. Those were the days…never knowing where the quest for the holy cotton panties might take you next. Now all the leads seemed dead…nobody had a clue where indonesia was…he knew he had to go somewhere <adunaphel would not treat lightly those who had failed in such an important task> but where? Then he saw her…the cute little cardolan blonde in the plaid skirt who had flashed him her panties weeks before…she was boarding a ship eastward bound. “Quick men…to the ships! we much catch those sails on the horizen!” And thus the Qa navy sailed once again in the seemingly never ending search which had brought them so far from home.
hhmmm…I have my palace full of guests, some invited and some came by their own invitation. I am uncertain what menu would suit such an international party. I think I will stick to something traditional, not to flashy but still worthy of the occasion.
Celdrahil
Fuinur had his ships sail closer…they were gaining on the blonde in the cotton panties and soon he could question her as to where she bought them and he could finally go home without adunaphel ripping him…well you know…suddenly the unfriendly cardolan navy began launching boulders and pots of burning oil at the unsuspecting QA fleet…why they would do this fuinur had no clue…all he wanted was a panties outlet address…well the fire from the cardolan ships struck the pilot and fuinur’s ship crashed into the ship of the cardolan admiral…soon there was fire and smoke everywhere and both ships were sinking…fuinur spotted the young blonde girl in the water desperately trying to stay afloat and calling for help…here’s my chance he thought…I’ll save her and she’ll be so grateful she’ll let me in on her panties location…er…you know…where she bought them…so fuinur leaped into the water…a hero in the making…his last thoughts were…I knew I should have learned to swim before I joined the navy
While reading the ‘Mordorian News Press’ on the back of his favorite Warg, Uvatha shakes his head and says to Din Ohtar. “It says here “Panty Brigade Fleet Reaches Bottom of Sea! A ‘Brief’ Story to Follow (page 54).” and get this…“Ruffian Army from North Invades Local Camp”. It says a politician was killed while trying to convince the rabble to move on peacefully. The army left the camp without further incident.”
Din Ohtar: “It’s getting so nobody can go shopping or camping anymore, without being bothered by a gang of foul tasting humans.”
Uvatha: “Speaking of shopping…let’s stop at the next town and and do a little shopping of our own.” 
Strange…my officers report that my magnificent tiremes are safely resting in their anchorage, without as much as a scratch. I suppose the Mordorian News Press have faith in the reports of amateur assassins. In my newspaper it says “The girl who couldnt kill herself, tries again !”
the fleet he was refering to is that of the QA…so now we know…celdrahil wears panties also lol <faked look of suprise>
Aehhmm, you see…ehm, well…please dont tell my wife.
In a dark, dark cellar somewhere in middleearth sits the girl who couldnt kill herself, she is crying. She just tried to steal something to replace the ring she gave her brother, and look now. A big smelly woodman looks at hear and smiles, and it is not a kind smile. He says " let us think; you have nothing of value, you know nothing of intrest, and you are of little use to us", his eyes meet hers and he asks “Do you have any suggestions ?”. She gazes at her feet while she silently shakes her head.
You vicious brute! Unhand that damsel!
While roasting a large chunk of Northman, Uvatha reads his favorite tabloid, The Mordorian News Press. The front page headlines read ‘Local Leader Dies in Tavern Brawl’. “Din!”
“What is it now?”
“When is the boss going to do something about those troublesome humans? They’ve been causing problems again!”
“You expected differently?”
“Well…don’t they have goats to molest or something like that?”
“Maybe, but that would get boring after a while. Speaking of goats…can we stop at the next town. That’s our last slab of meat.”
“Yes, but next time pick someone with a rounder skull. That last one was very uncomfortable to sit on.”
Hey Guys,
You said you were after the crown, not the king !
You took him because of that panty issue, you perverted
pigs ! Leave him alone !
Argirion