"Balrog" <no@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in message
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> "Jani" <jani@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in message
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> >
> >
> > Out from the windswept dunes, under a cloudy moonlit sky, comes a
cloaked
> > and hooded figure. The long sweep of the beach is empty in the
moonlight,
> > and the deserted longboats creak and rock in the wind.
> >
> > Gravel and shale crunch underfoot as the figure moves towards the
shore.
> > Grey waves roll, cold and uncaring, and the rain begins ..
> >
> > Who is the ****eldmaiden to guard, in this abandoned place? Where are
the
> > swordsman, the mage, and the witch? Is there no story to be told, no
fires
> > lit, no goblets raised, after all this long time of waiting?
> >
> Mi'Lady, hail and thrice welcome. Tis too long since mine eyes have
beheld
> thy face. My sword and whip are at your service, though first a feasting
in
> your honour.
> Then with goblets full and horns of plenty we can share tales and cast
away
> this weather.
> Tis already a brighter place for your presence, though the rest of your
> greeting I shroud in wings of shadow, before we seek the mage and witch.
My lord, I greet you and return your welcome, within the shadows and the
banked fires ... and later, Sir, I will go with you to feast and carouse
with our friends, and plan our forays and our wyrdings.
Skjaldfraeda
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