Lady Marti agrees with sister, and reaches for her own tankard, as she looks around to see the new faces in the tavern.
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]AN EXCERPT FROM A POEM THAT I WROTE ON 10/11/07
WE CAN'T CHANGE WHAT WE HAVE DONE.... BUT ONLY TAKE A LESSON FROM EACH EXPERIENCE AND MAKE THE MOST OF EACH MINUTE THAT WE HAVE LEFT AND TELL OURELVES THAT IT IS OK TO LIVE, LAUGH AND CRY..... PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE ALL WORK TOGETHER TO GIVE US WHAT WE CAN AND SHOULD EXPERIENCE AND WE NEED TO CHERISH ALL OF THE TIME THAT WE SPEND WITH OURSELVES AND OTHERS MAKING THE MOST OF THE SPECIAL MEMORIES THAT ARE OURS.. AND THE ONES THAT WE HAVE YET TO CREATE WITH THE PEOPLE THAT WE HAVEN'T MET!!!!![/SIZE]
"so what do you think of our fine gather place???is there anything you'd like to hear...lady marti and i are somewhat players but if you join in with singing i'm sure you could mask my terrible wrong notes!!"sisterknight laughs picking up her tin whistle once more she looks in askance to lady marti and her rugged celt..."so any suggestions?? celtic cat you should join in as well with your beautiful voice..i'm sure i could find some more of that special cream you so enjoy.."
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non nobis domine,non nobis sed nomini tua da gloriam.
Realm: North Carolina. (Subject to change at Army whim)
The door opens and closes so quickly that the regulars realize the man that just entered had years of experience trying to keep the cold out and the cheer in. Slightly the worse for the 45 years he carried, he waited for the sniggers and chuckles over his outfit to die down. When they didn't even begin, he grinned a bit and shook the old roadworn duster from his shoulders. As he knocked the dust from his Stetson and smoothed his kilt, he took in the folks that were looking him over.
"Evenin' folks," he spoke quietly. "Someone told me that this might be a place to meet a few kind souls and a friendly whiskey".
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All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good folk do nothing.
stumbles in already drunk from a few pre-pub consumption...sits down at the nearest bar stool, orders two more ales and the largest basket of chips avaliable....tried to tip the doorman for taking my coat- but as it turns out it really was just a coat rack! now where tha greedy feller that took my money ya bastard!
sisterknight looks around at the business of the place.."my celt looks like we're going to have to get some more benches here by the fire and see if the newly arrived want to join..."she waves to the new comers,"hamm, could you fetch my celt, lady, celtic cat and meself another round?" she tosses some coins to the barkeep
"yae, my lovely miss, but not to worry here is a fresh bowl for you with your favourite bailey's in it...."sisterknight slides the bowl the cat's way"maybe you can suggest a tune or two it seems we've got quite a crowd here now."
"can't say that i have maybe lady marti or my celt have though" sisterknight looks perplexed and takes a good stiff swallow of whiskey " i'll have to bone up on these things...."
gtrplr enters quietly, looks around for a moment. It has been far too long since he was here. Alas, he cannot stay for long. After warming himself by the fire and tossing back a shot of Bushmill's, he smiles at those present, nods to a few familiar faces, then departs, wishing he could stay longer and hoping his next visit will be sooner rather than later.
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Randal Smith alias Smitty the Kid Wielder of the Six-String Claymore!
"We have enough Youth, how about a Fountain of Smart?" "When the going gets tough, the smart go fishing!"
Realm: North Carolina. (Subject to change at Army whim)
Pushing his Stetson back a bit, the quiet man speaks, "If I might assist you ladies a bit with the song..." In a stong pure baritone he sings...
Oh you landsmen and you seamen come listen to my song It's of a trick was played on me it won't detain you long I came from sea the other day a lass I chanced to meet She kindly asked me to a dance, was up on Peter street
"Oh no", says I, me fair maid, though I can dance quite well Tonight I'm bound for Wicoloes town, 'tis where my people dwell You'd better come with me she said the distance is not far And finding her so frend-ily I jumped into her car
Well as the dance was over, straight to the bed did go Was little did I ever think she'd pull my over-throw Robbed my gold watch, and thirty pounds, a pack of fags, and fled And left me there stark naked alone upon the bed.
Is that the one you were after my pretty wee lady?
" what a magnificent voice you have! please, come and join us by the fire" sisterknight shuffles over on her bench to make some room between herself and lady marti"hamm bring whatever he wants and i'll settle up with you later..."turning to the newcomer with the voice of gold" so where do come from and where are you going.....ooopps never mind meself i always seem to jump ahead of introductions, i'm called sisterknight victorious and i hail from the north in a land called snowdon, my i present lady marti?" she gestures to her left."my right hand is crazykiltedcelt, and the beautiful white cat sipping on the baileys is celtic cat. did i forget anyone???i'm always forgetting someone, my celt help me out will ya??"
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