General Chat

Allan, who all this time has been dozing quietly behind a bush and dreaming of the wonderful time his descendants are going to have when they try to trace him on the 1301 census, leaps to his feet at the arrival of his Lord and bellows at Scarlett Willy. 'Stop lifting that maids petticoats and see to the dinner' You just can't get the staff these days.

Robin, Scarlett Willy said he had an idea that ''we may be known as the Good Company (GC)''. Well, I subscribed to GC last year, so may I join, please? I mean prithee? :-) Joy

The Moose peeps out cautiously again. She knows that Robin shoots straight and true, always on the side of good. But that deer and the boar and that poor little frog have all been slaughtered. Is no one in the Forest veggie?

'Ah Willy,' says Allan, munching on his chunk of boar and eyeing up the pink moose with an eye for tomorrows breakfast 'I fear that our Lord is having a spot of trouble at the present time. Ever one for progress and innovation, he is attempting to devise a cunning plan whereby messages can be passed swiftly from outlaw to outlaw around the forest. Regretfully, no matter how hard he ties the vellum onto the arrow, it keeps falling off' 'Willy' yells Allan, affronted, 'what have you done to my staff? That was cut from an ancient corkscrew willow and was almost priceless - you've straightened it. Foolish, foolish boy'.

There are no titled men here Scarlet, speak freely. But make it quick, for I must be away soonest.

Mrs Merlin taps Maid Joy (none too gently, as that lisp was REALLY annoying her) on the shoulder with her wand and says. Drink deeply of my potion, and thou shall sleep, but whense thou awakens, thou will be the newest recruit of Robin and his merry band of various misfits.

ooooh, Willy, you don't 'arf like living dangerously!

Hopeful that even the hungriest outlaw will not eat green meat, the Moose ventures forth. Two wineskins of best turnip whisky dangle from her antlers.

You do not need my permission Scarlett. You may do as you please. But a word of caution. I know something of the land to which you refer. It is close to the land I recently left, and administered in the same way. You may find yourself juggling a sword above your head.

** Drinking deeply of Mrs Merlin's potion ** ** deeply ** ** deeply **

Allan has been supping the Friar's cider all evening and is now totally distraught at the wanton vandalism wrought on his valued staff, which had been passed down to him from his 27 x great grandfather. He flings his arms around the mooses neck and surruptitiously secretes one of the flagons of wine about his person. He whispers in the mooses ear. 'Willy is a bigger fool than I took him for. He actually thinks there is a plan. Yet I have a fondness for the lad and wouldst not see him come to harm. Perchance we could make a mass raid on these other land from whence we have been banished, leaving signs on trees to indicate to our would-be followers the whereabouts of our present camp. 'Twould have to be done with great subtlety and care, methinks'.

Oh No - The fair Maid is drinking far too deeply of this potion, someone take it off her please. And get those flagons of whisky away from that moose, his antlers are all bent now. Do I have to do EVERYTHING around here?

** Drinking deeply ** ** deeply ** .................................. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

'Come, Villy' says Allan, the mooses wine having totally gone to his head, 'Keep not this sheeecret from ush. Tellescht us the name of the damson who has sho stoatally won your heart. Hic'.

I must be away now, please, someone, keep young Scarlett safe from sharp knives for me.

The Moose wishes to point out to Merlin (Mrs) that HER antlers aren't bent, they just grow that way. It seems a bit late to point out that crabbed writing on the wineskins saying 'for external uses only'.

Sorry Miss Moose (thought you were a fella) Did I just apologise to a ruddy moose then? Can you stop daydreaming Scarlett, and awaken the fair Maid Joy from her (drunken) slumber. Her snoring will attract 'The Evil Ones'

By now, Allan is feeling violently ill and crawls off into a bush to sleep off the effects of the mooses attempts at poisoning the outlaw band. That moose would be well advised to drink some of the witches potion and see if it will help her unfortunate situation.

All this long while, the witch has been gazing thoughtfully into her crystal ball, having changed into her second-best evening cloak. 'I have a cunning plan!' quoth she. 'We will build a fortress, with a secret tunnel to Other Boards. The doors will be cunningly marked 'Delete' thus ensuring a quick get-away.' She surveys the assembled motley crew. Oh! If only that Gentle Parfait Knight, Sir Guy, had been born yet, HE would see to the building of a Castle, a Fortress, a Keep - oh, the Age of Chivalry is dead(or perhaps it hasnt been born yet, I'm a little muddled as to what century we are in and my wristwatch hasnt been invented yet, so I can't look up the date) I don't suppose its any use asking you...you...erm, LITTLE people if you could get cracking on a Castle? M.

Good Morrow sire, I see you now have the company of your brothers about you. You must be best pleased to be at last joined together. May I beg a favour? For I have travelled far and am sorely tired and hunger is gnawing at my bones, and my thirst is great, may I sit at your table and sup? Jacquie x