General Chat

well! I'm never drinking any of that again!! Wish that Robin of Loxley had been here to protect me! Joy **dusts herself down, picks herself up etc **

The Lost Lass sips her draught, listening to the words of the leader of the Merry Men. His quiet recollections stir unbidden memories from a land left far behind, the names forever entwined in the deep recesses of her soul. She sighs, wondering how she came to be in a land so alien to her heart, and yearns for a time lost forever......

My Lady Jacquie, I thank ye for your earlier comforting words. You are of course welcome here. I do indeed have friends about me now, I have met many fine and humorous people here, and I am much consoled. But only a few made the same journey as me, and some of them I no more recognize. For they no longer have benevolence in their hearts, and I fear their devotion is scarred forever. I am still restless for the experience and knowledge of those I once knew............and in all their true unhidden glory. I well remember My Ladies Kim Lou Reb and Kat, the Piper's Son,the one who spoke to the dead,the Lovechild who knew no fear, and many others. And Mistress Tina, who stole my heart with her honeyed and pleasing verse. There could surely be no finer Lady in all the kingdom. The knives of bigots are sharp my friend, and they have cut deep. If allowed, they will create turmoil much greater than I have known before. I pray that good folk elsewhere will not suffer further treachery.............And we all await news of the outcome of their remonstrances. L

Mrs Merlin I could tell from demenour that you were kindly toward the feline creature we are of like mind. I will not drink too deeply of your potion for fear I will remain forever in the forest. Now may I lay my head upon this mound of grass and sleep a while for I am foot sore and weary from my travels. You are a kindly madam mystic and I take joy in being here in safety.

Cats? Maid Jacqui? Are you referring to one of my (many) reincarnations when I was a feline potion mixer? Merlin (Mr) changed me when we had a bit of a to do over me using his cauldron to do my washing in! MEN!!!!

Alas, the Moose's skills are not masonic. Though she can read each spell or charm, say Pax Nobiscum with the Friar, sing Placebo for Sherlock and the Necromancer, and tell the tales of yore, the arts of building all have passed her by. And on this melancholy note she quaffs that final drop of turnip whisky, and in the Forest vanishes.

I have no wish for dallyance with anyone at the moment, if I do not feed my face...I mean if I do not stave off my hunger soon I will fainteth away. Mayhap I will partake of your potion...it will not harm me I trust. As you state, the brother band seem to have retired! PS. I love Cats!!!!!

Aaaaah! Then you are just the person we seeketh. Although where are our Band of Merry Outlaws, when there is work to be done? I thinketh that Scarlett Willy may be dallying again! (Keep away from him, he is SO fickle)

I have just built a humble dwelling in my homeland, with a little help from local Village folk and I dreweth up a great plan for my sister for her to build a bolt holt from our tremendous storms...will these crafts be of use to you and this good band of brothers. I would wish to aid you in your quest.

My potion, is quite safe Maid Jacqui The Maid you are thinking of is now joyfully, partying in a future century, with a pair of jolly cockneys. She may return some day. Have you any talents Maid? (i.e. castle designing?)

Oh Madam that is too kind of you but I have made a vow that only water drawn fresh from the stream shall pass my lips, (plus I saw what a state the last maiden got into drinking your potion!). Look, there, I shall wander to the stream to quench my thirst.

Maid Jacqui! Are thou the fair maiden that our Scarlett doth dream about all dayeth? I hear your foreign accent and think you mayeth be his sweetheart? Take a draught of my potion, it didnt work very well on the last maiden, but I have improved it!

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

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.

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.

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'

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'.

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

'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'.

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