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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2005 6:34 am
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littlegreengirl Commissar Russ Imzy *lol* ah, yes, the karabushka (I think...). That dance can be lethal, especially if you have anything weighty dangling from your belt, or long tippets on your sleeves, or anything like that. biggrin Is that the russian cossak dance that has you squat close to the ground and kick out? nope, it's a late period dance that involves a whole lot of spinning. That sounds like fun. blaugh
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:55 pm
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*sits, she does, and waves her hands to get everyone's attention...*
No s**t! There I was all cozy-warm type in m'furs durin' a winter event up in them hills called Poconos. 'tho nae "real" event as tis was jes' a wee group from th' local shire, they dun begged me t'taggon fer I ken th' bestest "scary tells" as I'm tol'.
So, in m' furs, all nice n'snuggly, I wrap m'tartan o'er my head ta keep t'chill from reaching down m'throat n'I hears a snufflin' o'er yon th'corner o'th'lean-to.
I ken them youngins are tryin' ta scare me outta m'wits. After all, I jes tol' 'em 'bout th' headless warrior who runs amuk in these woods. So's I jes laugh loudly, then roll o'er an' fall ta sleep.
All night long, tis snufflin' an' shakin' o' th'lean-to kept m'eyes from findin' Nod, an' I was gettin' rather irked if'n I kin say. So's I grabs m'dinner knife, and makes a hole in'th' wall---
an' a big black wet nose pokes thru!!!
I'm up! I grab m'Pheonix (nice long sword of nice spanish steel) an' scream to th' gods hopin' ta scare th' bear back ta its winter sleep...
Instead, I got a wonderfully strong odour d'skunk fer m' troubles. xp
Fer th' rest o' th' campout, I was Kirthag th'Odious One.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 2:32 pm
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No s**t, there I was, in the midst of fiercest battle...
(Okay, I wasn't actually there, but I'm told it was a fierce battle from people who know a fierce battle when they see one.) The levy of Starkhafn was rushing its enemies, fearless as heroes, and my dear friend, the Lord Wolf of Wexford, was tripped by an illegal blow to the ankle. (Or so he says. Others have it different.) ]
The brave Wolf flew forward, falling onto his huge shield and sledding across the battlefield, leaving behind him a furrow to make any farmer proud.
The Wolf he is no longer--now he's called the Plow!
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 11:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 2:13 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 4:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 5:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 12:12 am
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Not-So-Sweet Transvestite
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:37 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 1:54 am
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littlegreengirl Shnelt No s**t there I was at baronial defenders tourney and I mistook my own father for a mead wench... xp sorry dad lol rofl that's awesome!!! but i'm curious.... HOW??? I know the guy. He's pretty skinny and has long hair. His tunic is pretty long. And from behind, in the dark ,as was the case, It's an easy mistake.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 1:57 am
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Brigit the slave child No s**t, there I was, in the midst of fiercest battle... (Okay, I wasn't actually there, but I'm told it was a fierce battle from people who know a fierce battle when they see one.) The levy of Starkhafn was rushing its enemies, fearless as heroes, and my dear friend, the Lord Wolf of Wexford, was tripped by an illegal blow to the ankle. (Or so he says. Others have it different.) ] The brave Wolf flew forward, falling onto his huge shield and sledding across the battlefield, leaving behind him a furrow to make any farmer proud. The Wolf he is no longer--now he's called the Plow! I am saddened only that I have not the ability to convey my amusement at such an extremely hilarious tale. (no sarcasm, that really is one of the funniest things I could imagine.)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 4:30 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 3:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 7:28 am
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Arithrel Red Zomby There was once a man who juggled. he juggled many a thing and with masterful grace. On this particular day he chose swords. 3 hand and a half swords to be precise. he juggled them the same as everything esle, but this acts danger made it even more interesting. Around this time a fighter whose helmet SEVERELY restricted his line of sight turned a corner and bumped into the juggler. this ended...unpleasently. One of the swords came down to slice the hand of entertainer. the second of the swords hit the helmet of the fighter and slid down it's round top to spear his foot all the way through. the third blade flew long and people scattered to safety, one of these bystanders tripped and landed so his kidney hit a tent stake. Thus, the moral of the story is: A histoically accurate sallet is not always better than a Klappface bascinet. Line-of-SightOh my gosh. Both my lord and I had our jaws just drop at that. I don't even know what to say. Oy. Imagine my reaction
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 12:56 pm
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Red Zomby Arithrel Red Zomby There was once a man who juggled. he juggled many a thing and with masterful grace. On this particular day he chose swords. 3 hand and a half swords to be precise. he juggled them the same as everything esle, but this acts danger made it even more interesting. Around this time a fighter whose helmet SEVERELY restricted his line of sight turned a corner and bumped into the juggler. this ended...unpleasently. One of the swords came down to slice the hand of entertainer. the second of the swords hit the helmet of the fighter and slid down it's round top to spear his foot all the way through. the third blade flew long and people scattered to safety, one of these bystanders tripped and landed so his kidney hit a tent stake. Thus, the moral of the story is: A histoically accurate sallet is not always better than a Klappface bascinet. Line-of-SightOh my gosh. Both my lord and I had our jaws just drop at that. I don't even know what to say. Oy. Imagine my reaction
No kidding. Yikes.
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