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Hooray! It's me again! Last night, I dragged my weary feet along to the Golden Unicorn, to rest, listen to the stories, and enjoy a good drink or two - but instead of the droves of story-tellers, I found a gentleman with the strange name of Wispwood Shire, wanting to impress me with magic tricks!
After some card tricks, he made me disappear, and then reappear next to a lovely building in Safe Haven, where Story Night was being held!
The room soon filled up with vampires, who seem to be becoming more and more cultured with each passing day.
One day, perhaps they will surpass even we elves - or perhaps they already have, and are in the early stages of their 2nd or 3rd cycle...
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Unfortunately, they had brought their own drinks with them, and the two closest to me kept proposing toasts to WyRm's girlfriend, so some of my notes may be a bit blood-splattered.
It is unavoidable - as any vampire will tell you, getting blood-stains out is not an easy matter!
Hemroid had a tale, but sadly, an EVIL wizard got in the way before I could write much of it down. Still, I did get a nice painting...
<table bordercolor="#808080" width="275" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="1"> <tr> <td> <p align="center">A Short Story
by
Hemroid
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HERE I WAS SITTING ON A
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THE END
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Sorry about that. Stupid wizards, they get everywhere these days! Sadly, that got no votes. Strange. I think the wizard's to blame.
Next, was Crunch.
I still don't understand how an undead vampire can tell his life story, but there's much about this world we live in that I don't understand. Too bad about the vampiric drinks splattering everywhere...
<table bordercolor="#008000" width="300" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="1"> <tr> <td> <p align="center">A Vampire's Life Story
by
Crunch
</p></td></tr> <tr> <td>
y fellow siegelets.
i am here to tell a story
of my life
i was born in a ta
anyways
i lived in a trashbag for years
until i was old enough to go to school.
then i died
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</p>
Crunch crunch bo bunch
banana fana fo funch
fee fi mo munch
CRUUUNCH
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Sorry about the blood stains - I think he said he was born to a member of TAX, or something.
Could this be Dagashi's long lost heir? No one wanted to vote for that either. I think it was the song that put them off.
Perhaps next time he should bring some dancers along with him, or trained rats?
I was begining to despair of ever getting a complete tale written down, with all these blood-stains, and wizards, and interruptions, but then, a hush fell over the room.
A dark shape, bristling with power, evil, mystery, and Undead Cologne No. 6, strode majestically up to the podium, and began to speak... Most of the blood stopped flying - for a while. Most.
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A small story about a very poor guy
by
WyRm
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e was so poor
he used to eat grass
he slept in the streets
and he used to cook birds in the morning
everybody was so
with him
because he was messing the streets of skara brae
the guy was a disaster
but
one day.,,.
he said to himself
ENOUGH
"i dont deserve that"
!!!!
I WANT TO SEE THE LIGHT
I WANNA BE RICH
I want to travel to YEW
magincia
and all beautiful countries
and he started working.,,.
HARD
yes infidel
umbra too
he.,,.
trained snoop
macroed stealing !
yes HE DID
ONE DAY
he,.,.
was snooping..,,.
and saw an ORNAMENT !!!
inside an idiot's bag
he went slowly...
AND POOOOOOOFF
he had 120 stealing!!
he stole it unnoticed !!!
he was super happy !!
AND then he went to the market
he made an auction
the bids were high
startyed at 15M
19M
26M
70M
he was like
IM RICH
;
*gasp*
and then
he.,,../
SOLD IT FOR 71 M
seventy one MILLIONS
to an idiot from Trinsic
and then
he ran to the bank
BUT
in the road,.,.
he felt something strange...
i know.. you must be asking
what ?
what did he feel ?
a subtle pain..
IN THE HEART
and he then UNDERSTOOD
before perishing on the road alone,.,.
HE UNDERSTOOD
DESTINY CANT BE CHANGED !!!
he wasnt supposed to be rich
HE WAS PURIFIED BY THE DAMNED
the idiot fought against his pathetic fate !!
and FAILED !!!!!!!
do u see ?
dont fight against your PATHETIC FATES, BLUES
because sooner or later
YOU WILL BE PURIFIED
FOR THE GLORY OF THE DAMNED !!!
MWUAGSDHAGAHAAAAHAHAAA
so.,,. ACCEPT THE DISEASE
insolents
non believers
pfftt
ahahahahah
aahhaahahahh
Fear not... The process of Purification is quick and painless !!! Embrace it !!!
ahahahah
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Very well done! The passion that was put into that performance had to be seen to be believed! The atmosphere was electric!
Not as electrified as it became later, with thunderbolts and lightning, but still... electric. Wyrm got 2 votes for that. Things were looking up!
Inspired by WyRm, I remembered a song I'd heard somewhere or other, that had at least one vampire in it.
Luckily, I had this one on a nice clean scroll, and kept it blood-free in my backpack.
<table border="1" width="530" bordercolor="#ff8000" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"> <tr> <td> <p align="center">Those were the days
by
Beatrice Quill</p></td></tr> <tr> <td>
nce upon a time there was a vampire,
Who used to glare at me and you
Remember how he wielded his evil powers,
And screams followed all that he would do
Those were the days old fiend
We thought they meant our end
We'd scream and flee every day
We'd say many 'oOooOoo's
We'd die and lose
For we were young, and killers made us pay....
La la la la
Those were the PKs,
oh yes there were PKs.
Then the Age of Shadows was upon us
We lost our vanq weaps one day
Necromancy made some more of a vampire
And yet less and less so each day
Those were the days old friend
True heroes preventing our end
We'd cheer as they saved the day
We'd shout cheers and boos
We'd still die and lose
For we were young, but had fun anyway.
Just tonight I saw a vampire
Nothing scary was there to see
In mirrors now I glimpse his reflection
Was that blueness I did see?
Those were the days old fiend
We thought they meant our end
We'd no blessings, what can I say?
We'd say many 'oOooOoo's
We'd die and lose
For we were young, and easy to slay.
Now Factions are a complete disaster,
Monster ignore is so utterly lame
And most now have RoT as their master,
Please hum along, while I get another gain...
Those were the days old fiend
Now we've ninjas round every bend,
And I find I'm an elf today,
Huge beetles,strange shoes,
Weird dogs called cu's,
For we were loyal, yet EA made us pay...
La la la la ......
Those were the days,
oh yes those were the days.
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I also got two votes, and had terrible visions of having to try to duel WyRm for the prize at the end.
So, I tried putting in some fake wooden fangs that Otto had made as part of a thief disguise kit, but it didn't help.
I still got withered 5 minutes later. That really doesn't do wonders for a girl's complexion, y'know? Still, I'd had the foresight to have a little spellweaving handy, so recovering wasn't too hard, and stealth is a target's best friend.
Unfortunately, after that, I was occupied, chasing vampires all over the map (Crunch had dropped a victim, and I wanted to give it back to him), so I missed the first line or three of this next piece. Curses.
Hopefully Crystal will pop in and tell us what it was later today, but still, here it is!
<table border="1" width="530" bordercolor="#800000" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"> <tr> <td> <p align="center">Shipwreck (and barrel)
by
Crystal Rose</p></td></tr> <tr> <td>
...
84 precious lives were lost
On that sad and fateful day
all of them Brittainians
from home so far away
The crew in desperation tried
To launch their covered boats
When they saw the rig, the Blackthorn's Folly
Would no longer stay afloat
But the seas were far too treacherous
And the waves were far too high
And each man knew that hope was gone
It was his time to die
And what an awful night it was
Out on those roaring seas
An Occlo sloop went down too
Just sixteen miles east
And thirty Occlo lives were lost
And they were just as dear
As those we lost from Brittania
And memories we rever
Like their sons who follow after
And their fathers gone before
Our men must earn their living
On that wild and treacherous shore
And whether they're hunting fish
Or seals, whales, far away from safe soil
They must endure and persevere
In hardship and in toil
And now the wakes are over
And the masses have been said
And the widows and the orphans
Now are left to mourn their dead
We pray to all the Virtues
to bless their wandering ghosts
To protect all those who venture forth
Off Brittania's fateful coast
and then this one popped up again! I think we have a new record holder for recurring entries!
Dear sir I write this note to you to tell you of my plight,
For at the time of writing it, I'm not a pretty sight,
My body is all black & blue, my face a deathly grey,
And I write this note to say why I am not at work today.
While working on Lord Garets keep some bricks I had to clear,
But tossing them down from such a height, was not a good idea,
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he is an awkward sod,
and he said I had to cart them down the ladders in me hod.
Well clearing all these bricks by hand, it was so very slow,
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured a rope below.
But in me haste to do the job, I was too blind to see,
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.
And so when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead,
And clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket, and to my dismay I found
That halfway up I met the bloody barrel coming down.
Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped,
And when I reached the top, I banged the pulley with me head.
But I clung on tightly, numb with shock, from this almighty blow,
While the barrel spilled out half its bricks some fourteen floors below.
Now when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel & so started down once more.
But I clung on tightly to the rope, me body wracked with pain,
And halfway down I met the bloody barrel once again.
The force of this collision halfway down the castle block,
Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty case of shock,
But I clung on tightly to the rope as I fell towards the ground,
And I landed on the broken bricks the barrel had scattered round.
Well as I lay there on the floor I thought I'd passed the worst,
But the barrel hit the pulley wheel & then the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks rained down on me; I didn't have a hope.
As I lay there bleeding on the ground I LET GO the bloody rope!
The barrel now being heavier, it started down once more.
It landed right across me as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs and my left arm, and I can only say,
"I hope you'll understand why I am not at work today."
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4 votes for Crystal! Hooray!
I wouldn't have to duel WyRm after all - who, by then, had been called away on urgent neck-nibbling business.
Whew!
It's not easy dueling vampires when you're equipped with cartography, lock-picking, detect hidden and remove trap.
Although, I think I'm missing the sharpened lock-pick that I stabbed in Spyderbite's general direction...
Another fine tale, of early travels in our fine lands, was presented - also with a fair amount of blood in it, but thankfully by this time, there was no danger of it splattering my scrolls!
<table bordercolor="#80ff00" width="530" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="1"> <tr> <td> <p align="center">Felinious's First Day
by
Felinious </p></td></tr> <tr> <td>
had been summoned here, by my friend Serlesh
to join him in adventure
So as i waited around the Yew Graveyard
for my as usually late friend
i decided to explore some
I headed south for a bit, passing through some building
er east sorry
then crossed over the Yew to Britain road
and far in the forest i heard some strange noises
so being silly and a much younger elf
i decided to find out what was making those noises
slipping from tree to tree
i came upon a band of orcs
round the fire they sat, roasting some horrible meal
but when they spyied me, up they all jumped and came a running
now i was young, but no fool
so off i ran
heading towards those buildings i had seen earlier
I flew towards them, hoping someone was home
there was a tower with banners and a what looked like an inn behind them
I was running for my life, when out of the tower, came this human, bounding out of the tower
with a mighty axe
he bowled into the orcs like nothing
and on his blood stained ax, was the name engraved into it
his name was Grot
little did i know, for years i would be his friend in many a battle
but this time i ran for Yew, looking for my friend Serlesh
as sounds of battle stayed behind
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Well told Felinious!
That was that.
Thankfully, Wind and Crunch had been kind enough to take my armour for dry-cleaning after the withering, so I didn't have to worry about getting the blood stains out of that.
Felinious also got 4 votes, but, being a perfect gentleman, agreed that the prize should go to Crystal Rose!
Well done, Crystal! And many thanks to Jasmine of Safe Haven for arranging the venue, and to Hoffs for all the work she put into this, and every week's event!
That was fun!
Next week, the stories will return to the familiar ale and parrots of the Shire, and then after that - off across the void again!
Bring your silver neck-guards as well as your garlic-and-holy-water-soaked gorgets!
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Hooray! It's me again! Last night, I dragged my weary feet along to the Golden Unicorn, to rest, listen to the stories, and enjoy a good drink or two - but instead of the droves of story-tellers, I found a gentleman with the strange name of Wispwood Shire, wanting to impress me with magic tricks!
After some card tricks, he made me disappear, and then reappear next to a lovely building in Safe Haven, where Story Night was being held!
The room soon filled up with vampires, who seem to be becoming more and more cultured with each passing day.
One day, perhaps they will surpass even we elves - or perhaps they already have, and are in the early stages of their 2nd or 3rd cycle...
<table width="275" align="center" border="2" bordercolor="#808000"> <tr> <td>
Unfortunately, they had brought their own drinks with them, and the two closest to me kept proposing toasts to WyRm's girlfriend, so some of my notes may be a bit blood-splattered.
It is unavoidable - as any vampire will tell you, getting blood-stains out is not an easy matter!
Hemroid had a tale, but sadly, an EVIL wizard got in the way before I could write much of it down. Still, I did get a nice painting...
<table bordercolor="#808080" width="275" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="1"> <tr> <td> <p align="center">A Short Story
by
Hemroid
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THE END
Sorry about that. Stupid wizards, they get everywhere these days! Sadly, that got no votes. Strange. I think the wizard's to blame.
Next, was Crunch.
I still don't understand how an undead vampire can tell his life story, but there's much about this world we live in that I don't understand. Too bad about the vampiric drinks splattering everywhere...
<table bordercolor="#008000" width="300" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="1"> <tr> <td> <p align="center">A Vampire's Life Story
by
Crunch
i am here to tell a story
of my life
i was born in a ta
anyways
i lived in a trashbag for years
until i was old enough to go to school.
then i died
<p align="center">
Crunch crunch bo bunch
banana fana fo funch
fee fi mo munch
CRUUUNCH
<p align="left">
Sorry about the blood stains - I think he said he was born to a member of TAX, or something.
Could this be Dagashi's long lost heir? No one wanted to vote for that either. I think it was the song that put them off.
Perhaps next time he should bring some dancers along with him, or trained rats?
I was begining to despair of ever getting a complete tale written down, with all these blood-stains, and wizards, and interruptions, but then, a hush fell over the room.
A dark shape, bristling with power, evil, mystery, and Undead Cologne No. 6, strode majestically up to the podium, and began to speak... Most of the blood stopped flying - for a while. Most.
<table bordercolor="#ffff00" width="528" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="1"> <tr> <td> <p align="center">
by
WyRm
he used to eat grass
he slept in the streets
and he used to cook birds in the morning
everybody was so
because he was messing the streets of skara brae
the guy was a disaster
but
one day.,,.
he said to himself
ENOUGH
"i dont deserve that"
!!!!
I WANT TO SEE THE LIGHT
I WANNA BE RICH
I want to travel to YEW
magincia
and all beautiful countries
and he started working.,,.
HARD
yes infidel
umbra too
he.,,.
trained snoop
macroed stealing !
yes HE DID
ONE DAY
he,.,.
was snooping..,,.
and saw an ORNAMENT !!!
inside an idiot's bag
he went slowly...
AND POOOOOOOFF
he had 120 stealing!!
he stole it unnoticed !!!
he was super happy !!
AND then he went to the market
he made an auction
the bids were high
startyed at 15M
19M
26M
70M
he was like
;
*gasp*
and then
he.,,../
SOLD IT FOR 71 M
seventy one MILLIONS
to an idiot from Trinsic
and then
he ran to the bank
BUT
in the road,.,.
he felt something strange...
i know.. you must be asking
what ?
what did he feel ?
a subtle pain..
IN THE HEART
and he then UNDERSTOOD
before perishing on the road alone,.,.
HE UNDERSTOOD
DESTINY CANT BE CHANGED !!!
he wasnt supposed to be rich
HE WAS PURIFIED BY THE DAMNED
the idiot fought against his pathetic fate !!
and FAILED !!!!!!!
do u see ?
dont fight against your PATHETIC FATES, BLUES
because sooner or later
YOU WILL BE PURIFIED
FOR THE GLORY OF THE DAMNED !!!
MWUAGSDHAGAHAAAAHAHAAA
so.,,. ACCEPT THE DISEASE
insolents
non believers
pfftt
ahahahahah
aahhaahahahh
Fear not... The process of Purification is quick and painless !!! Embrace it !!!
ahahahah
Very well done! The passion that was put into that performance had to be seen to be believed! The atmosphere was electric!
Not as electrified as it became later, with thunderbolts and lightning, but still... electric. Wyrm got 2 votes for that. Things were looking up!
Inspired by WyRm, I remembered a song I'd heard somewhere or other, that had at least one vampire in it.
Luckily, I had this one on a nice clean scroll, and kept it blood-free in my backpack.
<table border="1" width="530" bordercolor="#ff8000" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"> <tr> <td> <p align="center">Those were the days
by
Beatrice Quill</p></td></tr> <tr> <td>
Who used to glare at me and you
Remember how he wielded his evil powers,
And screams followed all that he would do
Those were the days old fiend
We thought they meant our end
We'd scream and flee every day
We'd say many 'oOooOoo's
We'd die and lose
For we were young, and killers made us pay....
La la la la
Those were the PKs,
oh yes there were PKs.
Then the Age of Shadows was upon us
We lost our vanq weaps one day
Necromancy made some more of a vampire
And yet less and less so each day
Those were the days old friend
True heroes preventing our end
We'd cheer as they saved the day
We'd shout cheers and boos
We'd still die and lose
For we were young, but had fun anyway.
Just tonight I saw a vampire
Nothing scary was there to see
In mirrors now I glimpse his reflection
Was that blueness I did see?
Those were the days old fiend
We thought they meant our end
We'd no blessings, what can I say?
We'd say many 'oOooOoo's
We'd die and lose
For we were young, and easy to slay.
Now Factions are a complete disaster,
Monster ignore is so utterly lame
And most now have RoT as their master,
Please hum along, while I get another gain...
Those were the days old fiend
Now we've ninjas round every bend,
And I find I'm an elf today,
Huge beetles,strange shoes,
Weird dogs called cu's,
For we were loyal, yet EA made us pay...
La la la la ......
Those were the days,
oh yes those were the days.
</td> </tr> </table>
I also got two votes, and had terrible visions of having to try to duel WyRm for the prize at the end.
So, I tried putting in some fake wooden fangs that Otto had made as part of a thief disguise kit, but it didn't help.
I still got withered 5 minutes later. That really doesn't do wonders for a girl's complexion, y'know? Still, I'd had the foresight to have a little spellweaving handy, so recovering wasn't too hard, and stealth is a target's best friend.
Unfortunately, after that, I was occupied, chasing vampires all over the map (Crunch had dropped a victim, and I wanted to give it back to him), so I missed the first line or three of this next piece. Curses.
Hopefully Crystal will pop in and tell us what it was later today, but still, here it is!
<table border="1" width="530" bordercolor="#800000" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"> <tr> <td> <p align="center">Shipwreck (and barrel)
by
Crystal Rose</p></td></tr> <tr> <td>
...
84 precious lives were lost
On that sad and fateful day
all of them Brittainians
from home so far away
The crew in desperation tried
To launch their covered boats
When they saw the rig, the Blackthorn's Folly
Would no longer stay afloat
But the seas were far too treacherous
And the waves were far too high
And each man knew that hope was gone
It was his time to die
And what an awful night it was
Out on those roaring seas
An Occlo sloop went down too
Just sixteen miles east
And thirty Occlo lives were lost
And they were just as dear
As those we lost from Brittania
And memories we rever
Like their sons who follow after
And their fathers gone before
Our men must earn their living
On that wild and treacherous shore
And whether they're hunting fish
Or seals, whales, far away from safe soil
They must endure and persevere
In hardship and in toil
And now the wakes are over
And the masses have been said
And the widows and the orphans
Now are left to mourn their dead
We pray to all the Virtues
to bless their wandering ghosts
To protect all those who venture forth
Off Brittania's fateful coast
and then this one popped up again! I think we have a new record holder for recurring entries!
Dear sir I write this note to you to tell you of my plight,
For at the time of writing it, I'm not a pretty sight,
My body is all black & blue, my face a deathly grey,
And I write this note to say why I am not at work today.
While working on Lord Garets keep some bricks I had to clear,
But tossing them down from such a height, was not a good idea,
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he is an awkward sod,
and he said I had to cart them down the ladders in me hod.
Well clearing all these bricks by hand, it was so very slow,
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured a rope below.
But in me haste to do the job, I was too blind to see,
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.
And so when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead,
And clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket, and to my dismay I found
That halfway up I met the bloody barrel coming down.
Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped,
And when I reached the top, I banged the pulley with me head.
But I clung on tightly, numb with shock, from this almighty blow,
While the barrel spilled out half its bricks some fourteen floors below.
Now when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel & so started down once more.
But I clung on tightly to the rope, me body wracked with pain,
And halfway down I met the bloody barrel once again.
The force of this collision halfway down the castle block,
Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty case of shock,
But I clung on tightly to the rope as I fell towards the ground,
And I landed on the broken bricks the barrel had scattered round.
Well as I lay there on the floor I thought I'd passed the worst,
But the barrel hit the pulley wheel & then the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks rained down on me; I didn't have a hope.
As I lay there bleeding on the ground I LET GO the bloody rope!
The barrel now being heavier, it started down once more.
It landed right across me as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs and my left arm, and I can only say,
"I hope you'll understand why I am not at work today."
</td> </tr> </table>
4 votes for Crystal! Hooray!
I wouldn't have to duel WyRm after all - who, by then, had been called away on urgent neck-nibbling business.
Whew!
It's not easy dueling vampires when you're equipped with cartography, lock-picking, detect hidden and remove trap.
Although, I think I'm missing the sharpened lock-pick that I stabbed in Spyderbite's general direction...
Another fine tale, of early travels in our fine lands, was presented - also with a fair amount of blood in it, but thankfully by this time, there was no danger of it splattering my scrolls!
<table bordercolor="#80ff00" width="530" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="1"> <tr> <td> <p align="center">Felinious's First Day
by
Felinious </p></td></tr> <tr> <td>
to join him in adventure
So as i waited around the Yew Graveyard
for my as usually late friend
i decided to explore some
I headed south for a bit, passing through some building
er east sorry
then crossed over the Yew to Britain road
and far in the forest i heard some strange noises
so being silly and a much younger elf
i decided to find out what was making those noises
slipping from tree to tree
i came upon a band of orcs
round the fire they sat, roasting some horrible meal
but when they spyied me, up they all jumped and came a running
now i was young, but no fool
so off i ran
heading towards those buildings i had seen earlier
I flew towards them, hoping someone was home
there was a tower with banners and a what looked like an inn behind them
I was running for my life, when out of the tower, came this human, bounding out of the tower
with a mighty axe
he bowled into the orcs like nothing
and on his blood stained ax, was the name engraved into it
his name was Grot
little did i know, for years i would be his friend in many a battle
but this time i ran for Yew, looking for my friend Serlesh
as sounds of battle stayed behind
</td></tr></table>
Well told Felinious!
That was that.
Thankfully, Wind and Crunch had been kind enough to take my armour for dry-cleaning after the withering, so I didn't have to worry about getting the blood stains out of that.
Felinious also got 4 votes, but, being a perfect gentleman, agreed that the prize should go to Crystal Rose!
Well done, Crystal! And many thanks to Jasmine of Safe Haven for arranging the venue, and to Hoffs for all the work she put into this, and every week's event!
That was fun!
Next week, the stories will return to the familiar ale and parrots of the Shire, and then after that - off across the void again!
Bring your silver neck-guards as well as your garlic-and-holy-water-soaked gorgets!
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