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Post by En on Dec 28, 2004 16:57:27 GMT -5
*smacks Estelle, who has started trying to graze around the edges of a booth, with a rein* Do lead us, Lady, for this one hath sore need of active and noble travail, lest she give herself a bellyache
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Fantasia
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Post by Fantasia on Dec 28, 2004 17:13:37 GMT -5
Most certainly, Lady Elaine. I believe we hath set off towards the dark forest o're that hill, to find the source of the bells. *trots forward pleasently*
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Post by En on Dec 28, 2004 17:26:29 GMT -5
*glances around at Madame Eohippe and Amitie - then whispers suddenly* Hast thou seen our dark companion, fair lady? Verily, I know not when she left the paddock...
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[ Wiz ]
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Post by [ Wiz ] on Dec 31, 2004 4:10:37 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]*A gleaming white horse aglow with light leaps over the crowd into the center, leaving trails of silvery blue stars in the wake. Atop is a tall man dressed in a white robe and carrying a flag bearing a pointed white hat on a blue background. He sticks the flag into the ground and sheds his white robe to reveal full-plate armour burnished silver along with a long broadsword at his waist as well as quiver and a bow slung over his back. Over his armour there is a sleeveless white overcoat. He turns to face the crowd.* Is there any man residing in thy crowd who will test the edge of his/her sword against mine? For one needs a worthy opponent as it is said....the equality of the competitors skill is a guarantee of an entertaining match......and that is true is it not?[/glow]
btw: i hope i'm not disrupting something thats already going on.
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Fantasia
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Post by Fantasia on Jan 2, 2005 17:02:44 GMT -5
*is about to answer, when a ray of light reflects off of Wiz's suit and catches Tasia's eye. exclaims* Ooh, my dearest Lady, let us tary not in these dark places. A joust is about to begin! *smiles sweetly and lets Aurore canter towards the knight, now surronded by onlookers*
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