quote:Originally posted by Fat Cramer: Wenches 12, Bards 0.
Ironically, the humiliation of losing will probably get them to write better poetry!
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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-------------------- Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water...
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-------------------- Five billion years from now the Sun will go nova and obliterate the Earth. Don't sweat the small stuff!
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That is actually a group photo of the Alaska legislature. (The ursine members were catching salmon and unavailable for the photo.)
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Though one can never tell where the majestic Barbarian Lord will be, he often makes his way back here after some fearsome adventure, if for no other reason than to have his legendary bards tell the tale back to him.
Like Rockhopper Lad, he is one of Legion World's Lords I most admire, and it will be a great pleasure to see him again.
Perhaps I can find him here now, when Legion World needs him once again?
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<still looking throughout the vast hall, Roy feels a sudden anxiety>
Still no luck...tis unfortunate for Legion World that I do not complete my quest, for Cobalt Kid seemed to think Hrun the Barbarian could help Legion World!
But why the sudden ill feelings?
<looks around>
It grows hot in this hall...with a foul stench!
Show thyself, foul creature!
<Roy draws his sword and turns to see an oncoming wyvern, small in size but as dangerous as any beast>
Tis my hope, filthy beast, that the injuries you are about to recieve are not repaid in kind by your master, for I fear you are not in control of thyself!
<leaps over ferocious thrust forward, flipping above him, then turning and stabbing the wyvern in the hindleg from the back>
But I must protect myself! For the LMB! For Legion Woooooorld!
<kicks creature backwards and then comes crashing down with crushing blow of the flat side of the blade upon the creature's skull; it runs off in pain>
It appears I've been followed. And thus, Zardi has made an enemy...
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Slowly the doors to the Hall open, many years of Rust cause them to squeal and howl as if all the banshees of Hell have been let loose upon the Earth.
A shaft of Light lances down into the stygian darkness of the Hall, dust motes swirling as new fresh air enters.
A lone figure stands momentarily silhouetted in the doorway, then strides firmly forward. Clapping his hands imperiously he shouts.
“Slaves, bring your master meat and mead for I hunger after my long journey”
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