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Tairneanach
Avatar since: 05/31/06

Male
Age: 38
United States - NJ
Last log on: 06/06/08

"I am the coming of the storm"

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"If your god helps the helpless then may he help you all well.
I am bound for the outside to find my own path.
If defiance means death; I would die before stand like a sheep to be thrown to god's hand"-Hand of God, Julia Ecklar

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Every life is a story waiting to be told. Every story has pieces of a life. Don't fear; hide or shun life. Live it to the fullest. Live life as if you're selling the movie rights!

And hence I offer up my tale. Don't be an orc! Don't steal it or reproduce it without the expressed permission of the author.(that would be me) The 'soundtrack' seems to be working now. (well when it wants to) If you care to have some music while reading; try opening the blog in a new window as to not lose the player.

Welcome, and enjoy.

Walk proud, the Path ye walk; dun let dream-stealers or soul-savers block ye or steer ye from it. May ye ne'er lose your Path..If ye find yourself losing sight..throw ye head back and howl. Wolf will answer; for Wolf will guard and guide ye..if ye let him..

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Nightfahl *Returns home and offers up a tall glass of mead to you* (here's hoping your mead tolerance is worlds higher than my own *evil grin*) I must admit to being mildly jealous of how fluent your muse has been of late. *cheers to you* Also highly approve of your play list over there. A couple of my favorites and several I hadn't yet heard. Just another level of entertainment to your page that I now feel the need to thank you for. Keep it up and I'll never leave. THEN what'll you do, you poor sod?

Tairneanach ~snifsnifsnif~Is that meade I smell? ~POUNCE..gluglugluglug~Ish good..~falls over~Meep! Musht be the real Viking variety meade! *hic*~stumblestumble falls over into a dragon's lap~Oohh...nish doggy..~patpatpat..snore~

Nightfahl Ok so we've learned two things, one is that, yes, indeed, your tolerance is higher than mine. I was tipsy after sipping half a shot. However,(this would be learned item 2) after a full glass (despite slight spillage due to pouncing) doesnt matter what your tolerance, you're still mush.*tsks* Here. *offers up a nice feather pillow* slightly comfier than dragon scales, and gets you less....toasty...if the 'nice doggy' decides he doesn't like your snoring.

Tairneanach ohh..~rubs head~musta been that viking meade. Yes proper meade will turn one into mush. Heh..think my snorin's bad oughta hear the dragon's..least I don't burn things down when I snore..~wink~

Nightfahl dont burn things down when you snore huh?..hmm...Because I heard rumor that the last time you snoozed in a pub the....*conspiritorial whispering and amused chuckling* ...but you know...at least the story was finished and the gnomes were safe. So, all good I s'pose.

Nightfahl *returns to your lair with a too innocent spark in her eye, offers an elaborate curtsie while balancing a heavily-laden tray* "A hearty meal for a heary soul..." *is all she says before turning and slipping away to a quiet corner by the fire, patiently waiting for the bard to continue his spinning*

Tairneanach ~eyes the all too innocent look and the food..idly wonders if he should hire a food-taster~ Gnomes? Bah! Twas none of my fault those blasted tricksters survived. ~mutters~tie me up and sew m'kilt closed! Bah! Then there's the poor pixies they sewed inside m'kilt! After pork n'beans no less! Poor, poor pixies... Blasted gnomes are lucky the druegan dinna fancy gnome that eve, t'tell true! (I'm told gnomes are good with a bit-o'gravy and make fer a fine snack..)

Nightfahl poor pixies indeed! *snickers and giggles and laughs till she's falling off the bench and has tears streaming from her eyes* (it is some time before she's able to compose herself enough to hear the next chapter of the bard's musings)

Tairneanach What was worse was tryin to explain t'their queen how they died...humiliating, I tell ye..~shakes fist~blasted gnomes

Nightfahl Heck of a way to ruin an otherwise lovely kilt too. The shame and tragedy of it all. *tsk* so has that experience made you gnomophobic? or do you simply fall into a +3 rage when you come near one? *grins*

Tairneanach: And BTW-No, no +3 rage or gnomophobia..I'm just really mean to them and do all sorts of terrible things to them..like pour entire bottles of peculiar home-brewed elixirs down their throats...Then there's the occasional badminton match..The druegan likes that game..Good at keepin' his eye on the 'birdie'....He hasn't quite figured out that he's supposed to swat the birdie back at me...but he makes some phenomenal catches...~wink~

Nightfahl Well that's one way to keep your druegan fed..I mean 'trained'. I'd give you a hard time about being a gnome bully, but I've always been a little curious and disturbed by what they may or may not be hiding under those hats. Soo...have at em!