And so, in the manner of the Fitzpatrick Travelogues, we leave the Grand Duchy of the Grey Horde. And as the sun slowly sinks in the west, we hear the musical sounds of the Wolf Queen's stomach as she's trying to deal with a haggis. In competition with the Master of Elfhame dealing with salted nut roll. Makes you wonder what the ants made of it.
In any event, reports are made. I mean, written reports, not the kinds of reports one makes when one has eaten copiously of the haggis. Also, a certain measure of bureaucratic revenge is wreaked upon the furson of the Master, too...
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Walt46, who plays in the sandbox created by
tegerio. Speaking of which, have you looked at "The Ballad of Adler Young," lately? Events are Moving.
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In any event, reports are made. I mean, written reports, not the kinds of reports one makes when one has eaten copiously of the haggis. Also, a certain measure of bureaucratic revenge is wreaked upon the furson of the Master, too...
Written by
Walt46, who plays in the sandbox created by
tegerio. Speaking of which, have you looked at "The Ballad of Adler Young," lately? Events are Moving.<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
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