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Excerpt from the personal Journal of Py Lethius

Discussion in 'UO Siege Perilous' started by Guest, Feb 22, 2006.

  1. Guest

    Guest Guest

    [Excerpt from the personal Journal of Py Lethius]

    ...

    February 19th

    The sea is a place between the living and the dead. I've heard sailors speak of this, and they have the right of it. Not even the grim company of the few passengers and crew of this cursed ship is enough to make me feel more than a ghost, a wisp of smoke that is no man and nothing at all until I reach home.

    The candle that affords me the light to write these words flickers precariously, mirroring the grasp I hold on the experiences of my journey. As we draw closer to whatever life lies before me, these flicker and fade. Shadows of men I fought beside who fell, red images of war flaring and then falling into darkness. I must set down these words to make sense of the past year, make real my goal, make it believable in this endless sea. Perhaps it is to find purchase for my own existence, or to find validation for deserting my post, I know not. One thing for certain, I see not the future, not as surely as I once did.

    I was fey in that land, I see it now. I became as a wanderer in the wilds, seeking always what was missing, but I had forgotten what I was supposed to be looking for. I thought I had found it in the men of the north of that distant land, locked in endless battle with the hordes of evil, the brigands and raiders, and wicked wizards with dire beasts at their beckon. Theirs was a worthy struggle, though there was surely no end to it. Day in and day out, we fought, victory coming at times, though never with certainty. I found some kinship among the fighting men, for I fought alongside good men. Some were driven by strange spirits, but none were ones I recognized.

    Over the months, a hollow in my chest grew and the need to fill it drove me seeking further, stranger lands with customs and ways that resembled nothing I knew, and nothing did I find there. I became as the ghost I feel I am now, fighting and wandering alone. That time seemed interminable, but then something did happen.

    One day, just as once happened long ago, a dream came to me. I shall attempt to write it, though surely no words of men could compare it to the memory I still hold.

    A snowbound valley cradled by mountains, bathed in purple and grey and blue, the shadows of night growing. The dream-flight of the low flying eagle's eyes bring me before a tall tower. Its banners hang limp and no fires light it's hall. Desolate, discarded and forgotten. Upon the steps stands a woman, cloaked in black and her head hanging in despond. A broken piece of a crumbling battlement lies at her feet. She is speaking words I cannot hear. Coming closer, I see her face, a face I know. Tears stream down her face, but her eyes are steady... she raises her eyes and looks through me... the light in her eyes strikes through my hollow chest like an arrow of pure fire, fills my mind like a memory of glory days, of love. The light wracks me as a lightning strike, burns me and chills me, and then I hear the word she speaks. The lady in black speaks a single word into my soul, "Mithras".

    I try to cry out, reach out to take her hand, but the tower and valley slip from me as a stone dropped from a high bridge.. or was it I who was falling?


    The Knight's journey is the journey within, towards the self. I had sent men off on quests to find this very thing. I, who once held the secret, had lost it, had forgotten it somehow. There was no place I could go now except home, for Mithras was not in that far land. I had once put myself on the god's path, to be moved by his hand where he willed me go, and I would do the same again. Whether it was arrogance or folly, I had lost the path, but I would find it again.

    What I shall find when I arrive is not known to me, but I know now it is where he leads me.
     
  2. Ginsu-SP

    Ginsu-SP Guest

    Wonderful news!

    It is truly great to have you back.


    Good Luck, and Mithras' Blessing on KSS.

    Cheers!
     
  3. Feyre

    Feyre Guest

    lol cheez its
     
  4. It's a pleasure to read such tidings.

    *smiles*
     
  5. Feyre

    Feyre Guest

    you took my tasty tasty cheez its!
     
  6. They seemed somehow unrelated.

    *taps foot*

    You can probably drop it now. :)
     
  7. Feyre

    Feyre Guest

    your just not seeing the bigger picture ^^
     
  8. Guest

    Guest Guest

    *smiles* I hope to see you in these lands soon, Lord Py Lethius . I will tell you I have gotten a bit better, hopefully I will not hit you with friendly fire too often. *chuckles*

    Dor, worry not about Feyre and his cheese. Py is used to dealing with such.
     
  9. Welcome back, friend.
     
  10. Katharine

    Katharine Guest

    Welcome back Py, great to have you wandering around again. *grins* Tis a wonderful sight indeed to see the Lord himself come back home.
     
  11. Guest

    Guest Guest

    Welcome home Py Lethius.

    *bows respectfully*
     
  12. Guest

    Guest Guest

    Py Lethius back ??? WHAT ? How dare you to give HOPE to the pathetic blue citizens ???
    You will be EXPELLED from Sosaria, infamous knight... PFFTTT
    But unfortuntely you will have one week of life... I must disappear for one week
    :[
    [​IMG]

    BUT THEN THOU SHALST BE PUNISHED.,.,
     
  13. Mandolin

    Mandolin Guest

    *hands WyRm an M&M* Whoops! Give that back.. gave you a blue one on accident. *hands him a red M&M instead* [​IMG]

    Welcome back, Lord Lethius. Tis good to see you home again.

    *bows deeply to the Knight*
     
  14. Revvo

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    What are you going to do get Hel to buy some things off him through paypal??
     
  15. Rykus

    Rykus Guest

    Stepping forth from the Wintermoor arena, having just concluded a lengthy and pleasant visit with Lady Miranda, Sularis pulls his cloak and robes tightly around his thin elven frame. Reflecting on his observations of the city layout and the conversation with the kind-hearted craftswoman, Sularis knew Rykus and the Illuminati would be most eager to read his full report upon his return to the Necros Arcana. With trembling hands, he hastily completes the rough draft of the maps that will soon be used to plan various tactical maneuvers and missions. Silently cursing Miranda's evasiveness to his various inquiries about the town's inhabitants, Sularis' thought settle once again to the most important bit of information gleaned from the subtle inquisition...

    Py Lethius has returned to his homeland. The war has begun.
     
  16. Guest

    Guest Guest

    Whilst checking upon her hired help at Wintermoor Winterstore, Miranda saw a strange visitor, wonderously camoflage clad, in bright white elven hooded robe riding upon a bright white elven doggie beast, is seen entering the bright white snowy land of Wintermoor. Twas this a new customer for her faux frostwood furniture or........... twas it someone entering Wintermoor..... for... other reasons ?

    Miranda sought to find out, but accidently stepped upon her Z magical teleporter that zoomed her to her hidden house in the snow tiles. Swiftly undauntingly Miranda restepped upon the Z magic tile from the hidden room to go back out onto her snowy porch to meet and greet the camoflaged visitor. Miranda swiftly apologised to the camoflaged visitor for accidently stepping upon her Z tile, being swiftly teleported to another section of her home and back again. I wouldst not wish a customer to think I was avoiding them but me magic tiles are lil exits I sometimes need to escape the nasty tempered, little ice serpents on me porch. I accidently step on them at times, which swiftly shuttles me to other locations upon the property.

    * * After the visitor left Wintermoor, Miranda, swiftly pens a lengthy missive to her boss Knight, Regent Siofras**

    Magistrate, Regent Knight Siofras it appears we had an inquistive elf nicely camoflaged in the snow make a call tonite. His name was Sularis with the tag upon him as DARK. Now momma didnt raise no foo, whilst I know very little of them, I know at least the minimum that these DARK are the younger underlings of those LICH folk.

    He seemed to be quite, charming and friendly but alas very very inquistive asking things that seemed to be a bit too inquistive for me to be answering.

    He asked ifn Py Lethius had really returned to the lands. I informed the Sularis that whilst I may have only seen Py Lethius maybe twice in recent hours, he had been on a long voyage on a sailing vessel. I informed Sularis that I hath even seen Py Lethius take an oar to the snow and expect to move swiftly across the horizon with an ..oar. I said..I think the man needs to get his land legs back returned to him he been gone at sea so long, he grabs an oar to.......move around. Odd things happen to one out to sea for so long.

    But then tis not a crafter's place to ever question, any fighter or knight let alone that one, as to why they are hitting snow with an oar..could be some mystical magical action to become an even better fighter something weird, between a man and his gods and whatevers !! I hath seen Blind Otto do weirder things and nary ask him why he is doing those peculiar rights or customs, either !

    Sularis then begin inquiring about our city's population and when they may be in the city or not. Well now I twas not about to devulge that kind of information to any stranger. I said... " Whilst I am just a crafter I think that is classified information." Sularis thought that odd and I said..."sight for example if ever a vampire came in here acting all nice and friendly and asked me that question, I may tell him we have 10 and then the friendly vampire come back with 30. Sularis tried to mention that what could not the knights handle that many aliens in a fight ? I said some been gone a long spell & some of us been here all along, tis for us to know how many can do what here. But then even if I told a visitor we had only 10 I could just be foolin with their mind to underestimate our population..maybe we have 150 of us, or maybe we still have only 5 of us left here, ..tis classified information I would guess, thus I shant tell ye ..I told the elf.

    The DARK elf Sularis began to inquire about the weaponry and skills of those of the KSS that do fight since most know I do not have those talents they know they are safe talking with lil ol me. I thus informed the man of my own inquistion when I was ISS and Gilfond grilling me about his own weapon asking me about it and that I had looked at what he felt was a wonderous weapon as most would and said that it was to me a salad fork !! PFt what do I know or care of weapons or magics !! ??? I would look at even a VJ berserker maul like some big ugly red looking dorky balloon on a stick. Weapons are for fighting folks they all useless junk items, to me ! *smiles*

    At any rate Regent Siofras we had a very inquistive well camoflaged member of DARK upon our fair Wintermoor tonite and I felt I would relay the informations to ye. For whilst some of us been here faithfully serving all along, tis now that some citizenry see we few determendly saved the Temple Of Mithras, and that if wandering questing Knight or a few of them, hath also returneth to our world, that some may be feeling, tis time to again for them to umm... visit us all once again in our Wintermoor !

    Also Sio, ye may wish to know that later, much later in the eve, whilst feeding me cute birdies, their daily dose of parrot waffers, I seen out of the corner of me eye, another dashing figure of an ....well I guess undead one, on a wonderous red stallion also riding up and down the lanes and alley ways of our fair Wintermoor as if mapping the lay of the land as the camoflagued elf, in bright white had done earlier. Only this one's name was..........RYKUS. I hid from that one in me lil crafter fear for I had things to do and had no time to be a dying.

    *smiles & salutes*

    Ye faithful servent,

    Craftswoman, Miranda

    **Miranda seals her missive and sends it off to Regent Sio, on a carrier pigeon, after feeding it of course**
     
  17. Guest

    Guest Guest

    Py Lethius back ??? WHAT ? How dare you to give HOPE to the pathetic blue citizens ???
    ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Hope springs eternal in those that hold true to the Virtues. Lord Py Lethius twas not even back yet whense a tiny puny insignificant few gathered around the great historic Temple Of Mithras as it stood there decaying. Within this building were the scrolls of Mithras, the many many historic books and documents of the Knights Of The Silver Serpent.

    And there we stood, virtual noncombatats unable to defend our selves one iota in the snow STANDING firm that our history, our hope, our past and our present and our future and the virtues, would NEVER DIE !

    And it all never will !!

    Hope sprung eternal that day all across the land, whense word got out that puny insignificant citizens saved a monument to .........................HOPE for all innocents HOPE for all the Virtues .................HOPE that not only KSS but many others will live on and survive even the most brutal of onslaughts known to mankind because WE STAND FIRM .....with or without those that can and do and must fight with weaponry and magics, those of us with no fighting skills at all, STAND and fight our own way to REMAIN standing proud symbols of truth, honor, justice and HOPE and LIFE for all.

    Sol Invictus sire Vampiric one ye will never win the battle for our very SOULS !

    Ye can not exterminate a force larger than life and tis not any one man or woman nor knight to possess this ..............tis within us ALL to STAND to live on inspite of the evil forces of the day to destroy everything in it's wake.

    TRUTH HONOR COURAGE and HOPE LIVE on and shall live on and STAND FIRM, FOR FOREVER !

    HOPE sprung eternal all across our lands, the very moment that temple of Mithras was redeemed and saved. Nothing more, nothing less ! That which yu sight as pathetic or blue, is that which ye greatly underestimate, even when we are with or without Lord Py Lethius .............WE STILL HAVE MITHRAS and STAND FIRMLY, be it dead or alive as best as we can stand to try to be to others,shining examples of TRUTH HONOR COURAGE !

    Ye flag and ye banner stand for one set of concepts, like death destruction, despair, and enslavement.

    My flag and banner stand for another set of concepts, tis far easier to kill the flag bearers than the beautiful IDEAL, the flag stands for ! JUSTICE HOPE LIFE TRUTH HONOR COURAGE HONESTY and more LIVE on whether we are here or not or alive or not virtues and values that are bigger than any single one of us ! ye can not ever nor will ye ever kill the ideal of freedom and justice for all, ye can only kill the messengers !

    Nine times the color red, explodes into heated indigo blue dust, the battle goes on.

    [​IMG]
     
  18. Guest

    Guest Guest

    Skylark peeked around the weathered plaster and wood corner of the small mage shop, near the southeastern inn of Magincia. A large mass of armored guards in polished golden plate and garbed in the colors of the True Britannians were clustered in front of the building. Their voices were loud above the clanking of metal, and jingling of harness as they untied their horses from hitching posts in front of the inn and began to mount up for their morning patrol. Magincia had no proper stable, which seemed unbelievably silly considering the amount of mounted military traffic that reglarly passed through.

    Skylark had been watching the guards for several days as they occupied the city. They were loud and arrogant - blocking thoroughfares and jostling peaceful shoppers who came to purchase magical supplies from the well known shops. What concerned her most, though, was the treatment they gave to their beautiful mounts. The poor things were given no rest that she could see, unless one counted them often being tied up in the hot sun for hours on end with no feed or water, whenever the brutes weren't riding about on them in their heavy armor, that is. As she watched, one of the guards, an officer by his uniform, struck his horse in the head as it shied away from his attempt to mount it. The horse was jet black, but the coat that should have been shining in the morning sun appeared a bit dull and unkempt. Clearly the poor creature had gone a long time without a proper brushing. A couple of the other guards, already mounted, laughed as the horse attempted to break away, and the angry owner grabbed at the trailing reins, and jerked the horse's head around roughly to regain control. He glared at the lower ranks, stifling their amusement as finally he mounted. It did not speak well of their military discipline much less their care for the animals that made their work easier.

    "Spying, are you?" came a voice from behind her.

    Startled, Skylark let out a little gasp, and turned around to see a face she recognized.

    "Good morning Lord Wulf," she said politely, then added for good measure, "and I was not spying I was merely looking."

    "Yes, I see," he said agreeably, "As all people do, while hiding behind building corners." He leaned to take a peek around the corner himself. "Looks like this town has gone to the dogs." he commented on seeing the milling faction guards in front of the inn.

    "So it would seem. And I wouldn't think it would be too safe a place for you to be right now," Skylark gestured towards the Council of Mages insignia he wore proudly over his ice blue robes.

    Wulf made a sound that was part laugh, part grunt. "When I see something threatening, I'll consider leaving."

    He ran his hand over the hilt of his sword. "I had thought to get some breakfast, but likely it is all contaminated now by the breath of True Britannians. Maybe a morning workout will do instead." There was a glint in his eyes that didn't bode well for the peace of Magincia.

    "Uh, well a nice bit of exercise in the morning is generally good for one's health," Skylark agreed. "I myself prefer a walk."

    "Walking is good, I suppose," Wulf said noncomittally. "Riding is better, though."

    Skylark's attention was drawn back to the guards who were nearly ready to depart for their patrol. She glared at the officer on the black stallion. "Riding is fun, although some do not deserve the privilege."

    "Fine mounts being ridden by swine does seem to be against the order of the universe," Wulf agreed.

    "I thought you liked chaos," Skylark said in surprise.

    "Only when I create it," was the flat reply. "Anyway, I suspect a few horses are going to be riderless very soon. Do you know of anyone who might be able to care for them?"

    "You are going to dismount those guards?" she asked.

    Wulf grinned, "It does make them easier to stab that way."

    "I can imagine, but there are so many of them."

    Wulf shrugged, and began to remove his sword. "Not even challenging." Before he had completed the motion, however, the air around them began to shimmer, and just a few feet away, a glowing blue portal opened, and a dazzling figure in white emerged. As the brilliant light of the portal faded, Skylark recognized the emaciated figure of Sularis, draped in robes so white they were almost painful to look at.

    "Now there is a challenge," Wulf said with grim satisfaction. His sword cleared the scabbard with a scraping sound, as he faced the undead lord. "Hail, lapdog of Minax," he said, polite tones belying the insult.

    Sularis sat unflinching on his ghostly white cu sidhe and considered his foe. "Return greetings, Council cur," he replied with equal politeness. Sularis' dark gaze shifted to Skylark. "And a good morning to you, miss. It is strange company I find you in."

    "Good morning, Lord Sularis. And actually the company is quite charming. When he isn't stabbing one, that is."

    "Indeed," was the emotionless reply. "I think your companion and I may both be rather unwelcome hereabouts at the moment. The stench of the True Britannians covers Magincia."

    "As to that, I was just about to clear some of the air, when you interrupted," Wulf said, sounding bored. "But I think acquiring a white dog pelt for the entrance of my keep may be a more productive use of my time."

    Sularis grinned. "You are welcome to try." A small spark of energy escaped from his right hand as he said this.

    At that moment, the officer commaning the sloppy contingent of Britannian guards finally gave the order to move out for patrol.

    Wulf paused. "On second thought, how about we delay our game for a bit, lich, and clean up the streets first?"

    Sularis nodded graciously. "My pleasure."

    Together they turned towards the approaching guards.

    ***

    A short while later there were indeed a number of lovely, free mounts running about the streets of Magincia. Skylark focused her attention first on calming the black stallion which had been ridden by the cruel Britannian officer. It was far more noble a breed than any horse which could be purchased by the ordinary citizens of Sosaria. Although she knew he was fond of his old battle scarred horse, she could envision Castor riding the black into battle, his fiery cloak possibly made a bit more bearable in contrast to its midnight coat. The other liberated mounts were also beautiful but they had short, shaggy coats of a deep charcoal color and jet black manes. Speaking in a soothing tone, and holding out an apple, she had succeeded in getting the black horse's attention. Before long, she was close enough to put her hand on the long black strands of its mane. At first it shied from her hand as if fearing a blow, but she continued to soothe it, and held the apple out in her flattened palm where it could reach. As it munched in contentment, she began to remove the saddle, with some difficulty. The horse had finished the apple and turned its head toward her as if in curiosity as she struggled with the straps. Finally she gave a push, and the heavy assembly of leather hit the ground with a thud. She removed the bridle and gave the truly free horse a friendly pat. She knew the horse would respond to her directions now, without any external coercion.

    She had a herd of gray ponies assembled with the black by the time Wulf and Sularis returned, some splatters of blood, and dirt marring their elegant robes. "I see you have the creatures well in hand," Sularis commented. She nodded. Really, though, she had no idea how she was going to care for them all, her stables were already rather full. As if sensing her dilemma, he continued, "perhaps a bit too many for one lady to care for?" he asked. "Well...I was trying to think of how I might find stable room for them all," she admitted. "I have room in my stables for a few of them, if needed." he offered. Skylark was relieved. "That would be a great help." Sularis looked over the small herd. He also was highly skilled in handling animals, and spent little time separating a few. "I will take these, if that is acceptable." Skylark nodded in agreement. Sularis whistled softly, and the horses he had selected trotted to his side.

    Wulf coughed to get his attention. "The streets are clean, lich. Now about that new rug for my keep..."

    Sularis smiled, showing teeth. "I have promised the lady that I will see that these creatures are properly settled. Perhaps we can discuss the matter of decor for your keep another day?"

    Skylark held her breath during the long moments while the two warriors gazed at each other in silence. In spite of their violent ways, she had no desire to watch them spill each other's blood.

    Finally, Wulf nodded. "Agreed," he said. "I can wait."

    Sularis smiled. "I have all eternity." With a few words of power, a blue portal opened up behind him. He stepped through, the horses following behind, and vanished.

    ***
    Later, as she looked over the horses, which were comfortably stabled with fresh hay and oats at hand, Skylark pondered who might best be served by such elegant mounts. The black was destined for Castor, of course, but that left several others to suitably place. It was a tough decision, as surely there were none like them in all the lands, of such noble breed, and liberated by a temporary alliance between sworn enemies. There were the good folk of the Shire, and Iantown, the courageous Seekers of Righteousness, warriors of the Wakayama clan, and many others she knew in the lands, who were worthy of such...but where would they serve best? She closed her eyes and focused her awareness on the animals, trying to sense what would make them happiest. Suddenly a vision came to her of white fields and towering mountain peaks, the gray horses thundering over frozen turf, manes flying in the cold air, kicking up ice and snow as the echoes of their passing reverberated from rocky walls. She could see figures robed in deep blue carrying enameled blue shields emblazoned with silver engravings, riding on their backs. Opening her eyes, Skylark found the gazes of all the horses fixed on her. They were indeed happy with this vision. And what an irony, that the most fitting mounts for the Regent of Wintermoor, and its recently returned Lord would be provided by one of their most ancient of enemies. Smiling, she left the stable, closing the doors firmly behind her. She had letters to write.

    *****************

    OOC: Py, I have your horse in the stable waiting for you, and you can collect him whenever it is convenient. And to Rykus, and Wulf, thanks for the fun!

    -Skylark
     
  19. Guest

    Guest Guest

    <blockquote><hr>


    Hope sprung eternal that day all across the land, whense word got out that puny insignificant citizens saved a monument to .........................HOPE for all innocents HOPE for all the Virtues .................HOPE that not only KSS but many others will live on and survive even the most brutal of onslaughts known to mankind because WE STAND FIRM .....with or without those that can and do and must fight with weaponry and magics, those of us with no fighting skills at all, STAND and fight our own way to REMAIN standing proud symbols of truth, honor, justice and HOPE and LIFE for all.

    Sol Invictus sire Vampiric one ye will never win the battle for our very SOULS !

    Ye can not exterminate a force larger than life and tis not any one man or woman nor knight to possess this ..............tis within us ALL to STAND to live on inspite of the evil forces of the day to destroy everything in it's wake.

    TRUTH HONOR COURAGE and HOPE LIVE on and shall live on and STAND FIRM, FOR FOREVER !


    [/ QUOTE ]

    BLASPHEMY !! You insolent despicable ignoble blue... We are going to make you swallow your pride !!! How dare thee to deny the chaos ?

    ONE WEEK..,.
    You infidels have one week to try and gather strenght... Of course its futile to resist, but it shall be interesting to check your ridiculous faith in victory... The genocide shall be even more pleasant,.,.,. This pathetic Mithras has absolutely no chance against the Damned,.,.
    REGRET THINESELVES AND MAYHAPS IT WILL BE PAINLESS !
    [​IMG]
     
  20. Guest

    Guest Guest

    I regret nothing. I will fight undead till my last day in this land of Sosaria
     
  21. Guest

    Guest Guest

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    I regret nothing. I will fight undead till my last day in this land of Sosaria

    [/ QUOTE ]

    Awww, c'mon Sio, regret yourself, just a little. Humor him.

    [​IMG]

    *goes back to kitchen to perfect recipe for super garlic veggie burger for next KSS/VmP picnic*

    -Skylark
     
  22. Mandolin

    Mandolin Guest

    <blockquote><hr>

    *goes back to kitchen to perfect recipe for super garlic veggie burger for next KSS/VmP picnic*

    [/ QUOTE ]

    You mortals and your silly stereotypes.. I enjoy garlic.. especially sprinkled over a really good marinara sauce. The heartburn is killer though. [​IMG]
     
  23. Ton80

    Ton80 Guest

    <blockquote><hr>

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    *goes back to kitchen to perfect recipe for super garlic veggie burger for next KSS/VmP picnic*

    [/ QUOTE ]

    You mortals and your silly stereotypes.. I enjoy garlic.. especially sprinkled over a really good marinara sauce. The heartburn is killer though. [​IMG]

    [/ QUOTE ]

    Aye, and you fell for it Spyder. She was going for the heartburn in the first place. Everyone knows that garlic makes a vampire just smell worse then the already do.

    So to that I say, DOWN WITH THE SMELLY DAMNED!


    Oh and Welcome Back Py.....
     
  24. Guest

    Guest Guest

    Eeep! You gave away the plan, Omni!!!

    Guess now I'll just have to dispense with subtlety and start on the chili recipes to serve them.

    *sighs*

    That will make all of us regret being around them, and not just a little.

    -Skylark
     
  25. Ginsu-SP

    Ginsu-SP Guest

    <blockquote><hr>

    <blockquote><hr>

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    *goes back to kitchen to perfect recipe for super garlic veggie burger for next KSS/VmP picnic*

    [/ QUOTE ]

    You mortals and your silly stereotypes.. I enjoy garlic.. especially sprinkled over a really good marinara sauce. The heartburn is killer though. [​IMG]

    [/ QUOTE ]

    Aye, and you fell for it Spyder. She was going for the heartburn in the first place. Everyone knows that garlic makes a vampire just smell worse then the already do.

    So to that I say, DOWN WITH THE SMELLY DAMNED!

    [/ QUOTE ]
    Skylark is very smart... she's coming up with a politically correct early warning
    system... so we can smell them coming.

    Cheers!
     
  26. Mandolin

    Mandolin Guest

    Trust me, Sky.. your cooking in general is far more dangerous than the raw ingredients. [​IMG]

    *ducks from a stale muffin aimed at his forehead*