Dogs and Wacking Sticks
Apr. 24th, 2006 12:04 amWhen we last left our intrepid advendurer, he was "feeling much better" in the long lost age of friday. This Jagash did travel to see his lade D'Ange and spent a span with her in joy. He left and purchased the arcane "Tome of the Watchtowers" so he might better know the inner heart of mages. Then off to campus where his friends congregated for a game most foul and fantasy. Twas midnight when he returned to his lady whom was displeased at his lack so he suffered grevious harm.
The next morning was a rush to the seminar where he learned the martial ways of Jodo under a skilled master from the far town of "Guelph". This master taught for most of a day, bringing a strange lack of pain to the young Jagash,whom rushed off for another meeting of friends and roles played. The chinese fare was consumed with joy, leaving behind food for his lady to consume later. The game was a joy, with far more friends then had ever before been there. When the night came to an end, tired joy was the result.
After a leasurely morning, fond words were left as the adventurer returned to his domicile with great rapidity. The arrival at his home brought another realization, that of the presence of the hound. After realizing that it was fortunatly not of the Tindelosian variety, he socialized with the young female puppy "Maggie". While games were played, the mysanthropic adventurer was less then fond of the urination of this pup in the hallowed halls of his home. It shall be a strange thing, he thought to himself, having such a beast under this roof.
Thus ends this portion of the tale of "Dogs and Wacking Sticks".
The next morning was a rush to the seminar where he learned the martial ways of Jodo under a skilled master from the far town of "Guelph". This master taught for most of a day, bringing a strange lack of pain to the young Jagash,whom rushed off for another meeting of friends and roles played. The chinese fare was consumed with joy, leaving behind food for his lady to consume later. The game was a joy, with far more friends then had ever before been there. When the night came to an end, tired joy was the result.
After a leasurely morning, fond words were left as the adventurer returned to his domicile with great rapidity. The arrival at his home brought another realization, that of the presence of the hound. After realizing that it was fortunatly not of the Tindelosian variety, he socialized with the young female puppy "Maggie". While games were played, the mysanthropic adventurer was less then fond of the urination of this pup in the hallowed halls of his home. It shall be a strange thing, he thought to himself, having such a beast under this roof.
Thus ends this portion of the tale of "Dogs and Wacking Sticks".