I responded that I would flee to the ditchlands and join the eekers and, when the poll results came up, I honestly thought that the same might be the unanimous choice of everyone else. My, was I wrong! Perhaps I flee too easily?
Give myself up to stand trial, keeping my faith in the jury and impartiality of the judges...or run away to live along the roads, scaring travelers and muttering cryptic fragments of nicker songs as my teeth rot away? As my original finery rotted and frayed, I would patch in vain, for each square of fabric only worsened my aspect. My ineptitude with the needle wouldn't help. I would carry my house on my back like a turtle, collecting plants and oddments and sewing them onto my rags. Any who saw me would quickly avert his eyes and move to the other side of the lane, reassured that those who embraced untermen were cursed by Providence herself.
At the end of many years, my old enemies would come for me, only to turn back in disgust; plainly the young clerk could never harm their interests again. The end would come, with no solace save a rainstorm obscuring the sickle moon and a voice remembering, "There is no rest for the wicked." Providence has a sister called Justice who, though blind, carries a sword. Face dripping celestial tears, I will remember and my last breath shall pass through a smile.
Wow, no idea where all that came from.
readiste: (red ist TEY) An exotic word for a self-tuaght eeker skold. -Ben.
Put me down with the I flee and eek crowd. But I also added something else, because my first move would be to take the heat off. The next would be to lour my accusers out into the wild, one by one and let me friends assist in silencing them.
inglo: A type of cave monster that glows when hungry, but has learned to cloak itself until just before it pounces from the shadows.
What do you think the ladies find so irresistible about a certain leer and lamplighter's agent?
Because I am one of the several that cannot get enough of our Mr. Sebastipole. And if you google "Sebastipole," aside from official entries on websites and wikipedia, you mainly get girls gushing about him.
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Find and Destroy! Find and Destroy!
I would join a knaving party, although finding and destroying is a tempting option...
I responded that I would flee to the ditchlands and join the eekers and, when the poll results came up, I honestly thought that the same might be the unanimous choice of everyone else. My, was I wrong! Perhaps I flee too easily?
flee! flee!
everything else sounded like too much work. 'screw this,' thought I. 'I'm leaving. surely there are better things to do.'
Since I´m a vampire: find and destroy!
Give myself up to stand trial, keeping my faith in the jury and impartiality of the judges...or run away to live along the roads, scaring travelers and muttering cryptic fragments of nicker songs as my teeth rot away? As my original finery rotted and frayed, I would patch in vain, for each square of fabric only worsened my aspect. My ineptitude with the needle wouldn't help. I would carry my house on my back like a turtle, collecting plants and oddments and sewing them onto my rags. Any who saw me would quickly avert his eyes and move to the other side of the lane, reassured that those who embraced untermen were cursed by Providence herself.
At the end of many years, my old enemies would come for me, only to turn back in disgust; plainly the young clerk could never harm their interests again. The end would come, with no solace save a rainstorm obscuring the sickle moon and a voice remembering, "There is no rest for the wicked." Providence has a sister called Justice who, though blind, carries a sword. Face dripping celestial tears, I will remember and my last breath shall pass through a smile.
Wow, no idea where all that came from.
readiste: (red ist TEY) An exotic word for a self-tuaght eeker skold.
-Ben.
Put me down with the I flee and eek crowd. But I also added something else, because my first move would be to take the heat off. The next would be to lour my accusers out into the wild, one by one and let me friends assist in silencing them.
inglo: A type of cave monster that glows when hungry, but has learned to cloak itself until just before it pounces from the shadows.
I said something else.
I shall start a counter-rumor.
I have a question for you, Mr. Cornish.
What do you think the ladies find so irresistible about a certain leer and lamplighter's agent?
Because I am one of the several that cannot get enough of our Mr. Sebastipole. And if you google "Sebastipole," aside from official entries on websites and wikipedia, you mainly get girls gushing about him.
You know I have never have googled him... just doing it now.
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