| Private Chat: #3: MoonLite ~ Scope? Yesterday eve I 'bowed' a greeting to you. You slapped me. ((And Rhys, the Druid, stood up for me, even tho I know him hardly at all.)) Today I ignore you, and you won't stop pm'ing me... What, Scope? I'm listening, I remember your last offer, which I turned down ((and I offered, once, for the good of the Ship, for you to kill MoonLite on deck, Scope. We've tried to end this...)) Private Chat: #6: Scope the nine fingered *pulling out a simple looking dagger but is a of a high quality steel, its edges as sharp as a razer blade* you must take the blade and run me through with it... a mortal blow must you deliver to me. |
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"Those that do not learn from the past are bound to repeat it".
A SOLDIER'S LAMENT with thanks to Steve MacDonald ~ Sons of Somerled ~ Houssaye wrote, "...And I will tell you who you are."
So forget ye not | The parted ones. For the souls they live on In the blood of the sons. Some are born through sorrow, Some are born throught pain, Some are born...through laughter and joy. We were born to live again... And we will live, again! A lonely soul by the river The Celtic Moon his only friend. The journey's end...but not far away The journey begins again. And we will begin, again. Life be like the joy and sorrow Peace, enjoyment, love and sorrow. One fond kiss, and then we sever... One farewell...Alas, Forever! Goodbye, Scope... Live on, Loyal One... Live on, Warrior Son... |