Yes it's me. Someone tell him I said so when he wakes up. oldraven spied the magic feather still standing on Raven's stool. That must have been uncomfortable.
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Caw
"I am a Canadian by birth, but I am a Highlander by blood and feel under an obligation to do all I can for the sake of the Highlanders and their literature.... I have never yet spoken a word of English to any of my children. They can speak as much English as they like to others, but when they talk to me they have to talk in Gaelic."
-Alexander Maclean Sinclair of Goshen (protector of Gaelic Culture)
The door opens and in staggers the Jester, shaking the rain off of himself. "hi all. I'm back! Lock up the women! Hide the the booze!!" He grabs a chair and settles in. " Hamm! My usual, please!"
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"If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe." Carl Sagan
As the Jester enters, Lady Dreamer gasps in astonishment! Speechless, she watches him settle into his favorite chair. Then, recovering slightly, she turns to Hamm as he pours a new drink and says " Hamm, some bright music please, as soon as you are able, to celebrate the return of old friends! "
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Look with the eyes of a child.
'Hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day, and especially the night.' -- A Knight's Tale "I talk to you as I talk to my own soul...and, Sassenach,” he whispered, “your face is my heart.” -- Jamie Fraser, "Dragonfly In Amber" by Diana Gabaldon @Dremnghrt on Twitter, Dreamnghrt on tumblr - come say Hi!
Dogshirt walks in the door and surveys the room. Sitting in a corner with his back to the wall he leans his claymore agin the wall and orders MacAllan 18.
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Hoka Hey! The more Liberals I meet, the more I like my dogs!
Dogshirt walks in the door and surveys the room. Sitting in a corner with his back to the wall he leans his claymore agin the wall and orders MacAllan 18.
oldraven takes his final draught, and slowly lowers the tumbler to the bartop. Looking around, he sees the room getting full.............. and a fair bit shifty. Is that door supposed to contort like that?, he wonders.
Folks, it has been a plealsure. I do delight in seening long lots friends again. But I must be off. I can't leave my lass alolne in a cold bed of straw. If wings had keys, I'd leave them with you Hammie. No flyin t'nite. He hopped off the stool, and backing away from the bar, while tossing a few silvers at the keep, he trips over backward on the snoring Raven. Oh, we're both gonna feel that one in the mrooornin.
Raven wakes up feeling like he has been kicked and wonders , "did I really see my buddy Oldie??" Looks around and sees that the room has suddenly filled with people. -- Hey king of fools!! where have you been? When last I saw you it was in the North and now rumor has it that you have moved to the East
Hops back up on his stool and eyes everyone warily, not missing the gent with the rather large claymore and an equally large drink
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He is no fool who gives up that which he can not keep to gain that which he cannot loose
The jester gives himself a mighty shake, his form blurring slightly and looks around. "Hamm, drinks around please! It is so nice to see so many of my friends, even the scroungy old Raven. I can't tell you how much i've missed my comrades here. I hope to be around for a while."
stoirmeil peers at the leering yet elegant jester and tips a look askance at the braw hairy lad wi' the great twa-handed blade, and thanks heaven once again for the infinite variety of the creatures. Bless 'em.
Raven shakes his head and says, "Am I going deef you old fool, I don't hear any music. But I might make some for you if you mind your manners." Pulls himself to his full height puffs out his chest and says,"After all, I am reputed to sing like a bird."
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