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Re: ancient mirkwoodian tale
Sir Shinawassee, with more or less innocent fun on his mind, sidled up to
the fire and enlivened our evening with a tale of the Elder Days:
As I slip into the Merry Rose in the dim light,
< such places are allways dark, so you can do things
that you would be ashamed to do in the light of day>
I see the lovely Ianthe amoung a group of ladies by the fire.
< by manner of dress and accent a Carolingian no doubt.
I wonder what price could I get for the lot in Miklagard
Enough for a good drunk no doubt, but then again would I
want to part with them once taken hmm....but then looking at
the crowd assembled here the acquisition cost might not be
So, fair one you want a story, Let me tell
you a tale from long ago when men were men and
ladies weren't so particular.
A story of a bold Irishman ensnared by the lovely
Lyseleath of Donnelly ,a sister of Carolingia.
In old Myrkwud, An Irish Mercenary with red hair and beard.
His name was Master Shaungn Rubaru and this his story:
<Duke Cariadoc's verses omitted to save space.>
So fair lady, I hope you liked the story of one of
myrkwoods most distingushed adventurers.
To Sir Shinawassee from the increasingly wary Ianthe,
Thank you for a tale well told. I haven't heard Cariadoc's song of
The Rubaru in, in, in a KINGDOM'S age. As for his conquering and
downfall, the Red One was so used to disarming his ladies at time of
acquisition that he was at a complete loss when he met our
Carolingian cousin, Lyseleath. Her weapons were of the sort that
could not be put aside, and she overcame and tamed the most singular
I believe that the economic foundations of Mirkwyyd began to crumble
once the income from his raiding ceased, so in a way, Lyseleath
conquered that land, too. Another example of Carolingian cultural
imperialism - sweet, insidious, and effective. <smile>
Do not underestimate the powers of fair flowers from the far north.
Even the gentlest among us may be armed with more than the daggers we
wear as busks.
And for you Sir Shinawassee, this ale.
<batting her eyelashes and adjusting her skirts to be sure of firmer
footing in case the impetuous Magnuson decides to carry out his
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