I´m not scared of your green monster chirucita! He´s mine!
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
Lyndara! Hide yo kids, people, she´s a loving mamma!!!
Atreyu, give me their details and I´ll draw your "sweet" family! Please!
-- Edited by andrea on Tuesday 8th of January 2013 11:08:24 AM
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
@andrea: who u calling chirucita and green monster?
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“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
oh yes, I always forgot about it: your turn...whoever you are. We´re at the gates of Highgarden now but we used 2 days to get there so maybe you can write about those two days. Your choice.
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
Tir!!! So good! Wait did you just kill off your own character?!
No... She just fainted.
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“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
Done. Summary, for future reference: - By sea, Potty, Aestylla and Aliza have reached the river Mander that leads to Highgarden. - Potty took Aesty's dragonbone dagger back from Aliza, and now everybody's even, as far as Potty is concerned. - Shadow (Aliza's horse) is still somewhere on land. - I gave Aesty a few broken ribbs, and a bit of backstory to Aliza - by the looks of it she was once held in a terrible prison-sept for promiscuous women on Greyshield Island. Sorry Don, couldn't resist a little trauma. Let's roll.
"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
wacca wacca indeed. i'm coming for your hair Aerys!
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“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
where did we get a mule? And why are you sharing it with Potty you dirty wench
On the other hand, that means I'm riding babieca
-- Edited by Tir Airgid on Saturday 12th of January 2013 01:18:34 PM
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“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
Gee thanks a lot, Don! I wanted Babieca. I friggin killed Lucius to ride him and now you have put me on another goddamn mule. LOL! At least he's riding with a beautiful woman. My poor Potty has all the luck. Tir, it's up to you to come up with an explanation for how we knew about that tourney and Rygar, because I have no idea.
Tir, it's up to you to come up with an explanation for how we knew about that tourney and Rygar, because I have no idea.
*pats bulb over her head**it doesn't light**unscrews it**shakes it**still doesn't light**throws it away**sulks in the corner*
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“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
Permission to spread about, if necessary, and give you proper credit?
thanks! glad you liked it. Of course, do whatever you want with it.
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
Um... these are Para and ClayLannister, Lyndara´s 10 year old twins. Atreyu´s details said: "They are joined at the hip and share several major organs"... maybe not several but major, I´m sure. They are not scary, right?
-- Edited by andrea on Saturday 2nd of March 2013 01:34:56 PM
"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
You've outdone yourself, andi. Are those three s ?
yep, major.
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
Andrea -- winner. Looks like Para could use the Miracle Bajingo Shoehorn. Her cooter is too big to fail.
I´m so sorry Para. Made you such a big miracle bajingo that you need a shoehorn now. Wut I just said? You confuse me Atreyu!
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
K guys, I did what I promised. Brought us to HG and found us lodging. The boys are back in town!
ETA: greenie wyd wears the ribbons on her mole to remember stuff
-- Edited by Tir Airgid on Tuesday 29th of January 2013 04:40:13 PM
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“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
Tiiiiir, that post is pure gold! I laughed my ass off reading it! Your auntie and her ribbons are wonderful. Who's up next? Me or Don?
thank you...
I think it's your turn, Mr. Potty Gotty.
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“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”
Update: Done! I opened the door for us participating in the tourney.
Don, if you want to have Aliza in, she can borrow from Potty. I wanted to include that (what's he to do with all that money anyway? ) but ran out of space.
Tir - same thing goes for Aesty. And if you don't want to, Potty could always use a squire
-- Edited by Macha on Wednesday 30th of January 2013 02:24:44 PM
about to say something and raise the level of wisdom in the room to frightening heights
Macha post that was gold! Prophecy and all! so many possibilities...! And finally, Aesty's got some clue about the mistery of the Eggs! I think there WAS some special herb in those fumes...
Poor Aesty... Not sure she can compete with the broken ribs and all, but she could squire for Potty and/or concoct something to help potty with Auntie Greenie for him or for herself. Who says we gotta play fair? we'll see...
PS. My sapito ain't going anywhere without me, ppl.
-- Edited by Tir Airgid on Wednesday 30th of January 2013 03:48:01 PM
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-- Edited by andrea on Wednesday 30th of January 2013 05:05:55 PM
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
- Aestylla's aunt has offered us a place to stay while we're in Highgarden. She deals in powders, poisons etc. - Aestylla now knows about Aliza and Potty's quest to find the frozen dragon eggs. It wasn't intentionally, I simply forgot it was supposed to be a secret. She doesn's seem that interested tho, for now anyway. - After hearing an old woman's (canon character ) prophecy, the group started thinking about entering the tourney. The prophecy basically says that during the tourney a toad knight will rise, and that he will put a dragon to sleep. You know prophecies, that could mean anything. It might even mean Fede. Anyone is free to make use of it. Aestylla is interested in placing a wager if a knight with a toad sigil will fight a Targaryen in the tourney, Aliza is considering entering for herself to win back some money, and Potty wants to enter because he wants to force the prophecy to fit his own agenda, which is removing Aerys from power.
The end.
PS: From Maybe this might help us. From wikipedia: Bohorts. There was a family of events which resembled the tournament in their day, and which are often confused with it. The most common was the bohort (buhurdicium). This was a play tournament, which might be held informally on a variety of occasions. There is a record of one being held regularly by the youth of the city of London in the life of Thomas Becket by William fitz Stephen (composed 1171). Bohorts might be held between travelling knights, or between parties of squires, or within an encamped army. They might also form part of court festivities. Their main feature was the limited use of arms and armour and emphasis on horsemanship.
-- Edited by Macha on Thursday 31st of January 2013 01:31:31 PM
Don't forget to put summaries! This is a coordination thread not a congratulations one!
aw Don is a wee jealous
Yes, summary Señor: as Cary said, Marya and Pepe are at Highgarden´s gardens (and maze) playing with Alerie´s mind (wife of Mace Tyrell). We have many silly things to do there. Or we think we have.
So, Cary:what to do now with this pre-tourney for dark dornish trash like us?
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
but but... noooooooooooooooo we loved to hate her! that beautiful bitch!
congrats Don, you did it!
-- Edited by andrea on Friday 1st of February 2013 12:43:26 PM
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).
wow, that was absolutely amazing, macha. Thank you. I don't think I could have handled it. and u used my beloved arrayanes! i think i teared a little.
RIP Aliza. You shall be missed. But you got a better send off than all Martin character's put together. As you deserved. Cause you were one of us. You crazy lil'bitch. Miss u already.
-- Edited by Tir Airgid on Friday 1st of February 2013 07:49:27 PM
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Cary! that was great! No need for summary this time.
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"I´d not prolongued the chewing up, Doc. Nor the being spat out. Not go out a cunt. It´s the dispatch I find inglorious. The whole delusory fucking self importance.". Al Swedgin ;).