Lothe: dearrr ollddd swannnn/o'
collins: *drinks his wine*
Rephin: I'm off to find richer lands.
Estara: heeeeeeeey
Lothe: Byebye Rephin=P
Estara: why?
CatzaNova: o/put your arms around me baby put your arms around me bab
Swanberg: Are you insulting our economy?!?! =P
Rephin: NO BOOOOOZE
CatzaNova: y oh i just wanna fly o/
Estara: *nod nod*
Rephin: This land sucks with no booze!
Estara: oh
Rephin: BOOOOZE!
Estara: you want cherries?
Rephin: Oh, yippie.
Estara: Meranna brought some cherries
Swanberg: Maraschino cherries!
Rephin: Congrats you two. *chuckles*
Estara: *nod nod*
Estara: *hugs*
Swanberg: *spaz*
Estara: thanks for coming
Rephin: I hope you enjoyed the sonnets. [which I used one with him now :D]
Rephin: WOOAH
CatzaNova: lol
Swanberg: UH-oh! *dramatic music*
Rephin: Now THAT was uncalled for. *laughs*
Estara: cause he was the gifter
Rephin: Congrats again. =)
ShadowServer: please donate to the Shadow-wants-to-get-drunk charity
Swanberg: What will Swanberg do when he finds out? On the next
Estara: Swanbergian Satire
Swanberg: episode of ... uh...
Estara: *nod nod*
Swanberg: I'm too drunk.
collins: He'll get drunk
Estara: Swanbergian Gazette
collins: hehehe
ShadowServer: hoho!
CatzaNova: Hemlochhhh.....*drools*
Yobguad: o/`
ShadowServer: *drinks another one*
Estara: let me get Meranna and the cherries

which I did forthwith, just to return for limerick time

Yobguad: There once was a priestess Estara
Yobguad: Your hemloch she'd happily borra'
Yobguad: After Arne she wed
Estara: There once was a priestess Estara?
Yobguad: Came strange growls from their bed
Sybil: *giggles*
Yobguad: That continued straight through til tomorra
Swanberg: ((LOL!!))
Swanberg: Yobguad is a poetic genius =P
Yobguad: '*hic* Blame the wine
Estara: *sighs*
Swanberg: *chuckles* ^_^
Estara: well the growls come as a matter of course
Estara: *is pouting now*
Yobguad: No offense intended.
Estara: Make a nice limerick
Estara: with me in
Yobguad: *sighs*
Swanberg: *grin* I thought it was good =P
Swanberg: *sniffle*
Estara: it was good
Estara: *nod nod*
Estara: but I don't drink hemloch
Estara: *rolls eyes*
Yobguad: Ack. I forgot
Swanberg: Yah, but we have to take artistic liberties sometimes in
Yobguad: Ok, hold on...
Swanberg: order to misdepict ... people... =P
Swanberg: I can't even think of anything that rhymes with "Estara".
Estara: Gomorra
Swanberg: Shadow ^_^
Swanberg: *laughs*
Yobguad: Estara, that lady in blue
Estara: *grins widely*
Yobguad: misplaced her favorite shoe
ShadowServer: heeeyyya :)
Estara: Yobguad is limericking me
ShadowServer: give me blue shoes!
Yobguad: *gets stuck for a second*
ShadowServer: hehe
Swanberg: She looked everywhere...
Lothe: ((Going for dinner now;) ))
ShadowServer: i actually went out and got cean stuff
Lothe: bibi^_^
Swanberg: But the shoe wasn't there...
Estara: When it' was finally found the shoe was on the ground
ShadowServer: so i could carry all mine
Estara: and no one had had a clue
Yobguad: She shed not a tear
Yobguad: When it became clear
Yobguad: That Swanberg had eaten it too!!
Estara: *Grins*
Estara: that one is perfect
Swanberg: It's not true, love!
Swanberg: I don't eat shoes!
Estara: but its perfect for me
ShadowServer: *eats another shoe*
Estara: and who knows
Swanberg: Dangit =P
Yobguad: *phew*
Estara: *looks suspiciously*
Swanberg: *looks down at your boots*
Estara: what happens when ye get enough hemloch...
Sybil: *looks fer shoes*
Yobguad: Poetic license, Swanberg... sorry. *winks*
Swanberg: Grrrr =P
Yobguad: *bows*

Limerick-time, set off by Yobguad

Yobguad is a poetic genius

Yobguad: There once was a priestess Estara
Your hemloch she'd happily borra'
After Arne she wed
Came strange growls from their bed
That continured straight through til tommora

Yobguad: Estara, that lady in blue
misplaced her favourite shoe
She shed not a tear
When it became clear
That Swanberg had eaten it too

Swanberg: Estara, that lady in blue
misplaced her favourite shoe
She looked everywhere
But the shoe wasn't there...

Estara: Estara, that lady in blue
misplaced her favourite shoe
When it was finally found
The shoe was on the ground
And no one had had a clue


I want more! >> on to the after-wedding bits on the next page

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