Well Met Milady Morag!
A Scot warrior you've not heard from in quite a while is back.
You see this warrior drawing closer. He's fully armored and is
carrying his sword. He looks into his belt pouch as he pauses. He
looks at a piece of paper he pulls out and reads. It bears the
pledge of a lass he's most fond of. He's at a tourney and the roar
of the crowds can be heard everywhere. He folds the pledge back up
and puts it in his pouch. He enters the ring and bows in the
direction of Morag in the Shire of Agaricus as the referree screams
bow to the lady whose favor you carry.
You know this warrior as Sheridan.
This is in a ever so familiar replay of events when I fight tourneys
back home. This is what it is like.
A fond hello to all from the long departed Scot warrior known herein
In the mundane world I am in the Arizona National Guard and was
called up for six months to go to Fort Jackson, South Carolina. I
just finished two very long schools and graduated 4 days ago.
*Bows to Morag with his shield and sword at the ready for combat as
the Knight Marshall screams out, "Lay On!"*
--- In scanewcomers@y..., dontwait4themessiah <no_reply@y...> wrote:
> *poetic/romantical waffle mode on*
> I don't know about everyone else, but the first event I went to
> something went *click*. I immediatle went 'Wow this is really
> I guess I love the sense of family and belonging. I felt welcomed
> from the first moment, and people older than me accepted me fully.
> That isn't the half of it, but hey, it's the best I can do for now.
> *poetic/romantical waffle mode off*