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heh, that was smart of you

heh, that was smart of you

so what, are you going to cut him in half, or get him at the same time?

so what, are you going to cut him in half, or get him at the same time?

cheetoes

cheetoes

movies

movies

*calmsdown min and dumps another bucket of ice on kadere's head* wait... what was that you said??? It was supposed to be ice water ooohhhhhh, sory guys.

*calmsdown min and dumps another bucket of ice on kadere's head* wait... what was that you said??? It was supposed to be ice water ooohhhhhh, sory guys.

hehe, I get to stalk him, what part do I get???

hehe, I get to stalk him, what part do I get???

small

small

baw, by bose bas balready urned awff bay booh buinets ago

baw, by bose bas balready urned awff bay booh buinets ago

ooc: personally, I don't know why everyone gets so riled by the yo mama jokes, they mean nothing to me, but then again, neither does any other sort of insult *shrug*

IC: "I hear your mum is the one who's used to taking whats thrown at her..." Thurin's face turned white with rage, but then he thought of a better way to 'express' himself. "Yes, she gets pleanty of pointers from your mother. Although, I must admit that your mother is much better than mine. Tavern wenches cannot compare to you mother."

Thurin sighed as if disapointed. "After one night with you mother, everyone else just seemed so dull." If that didn't get his revenge, nothing would. Ususally, women did not fall for this sort of thing, most of them just stared at you until you ran away. Thurin had a feeling that this one would be different. From the attitude that she had shown already, Thurin could tell that if she didn't just ignore it, she would attack him.

Thurin prepared for the fight he had been itching to have ever since finding out what a traitor his brother-in-law was, the filthy man who could channel. Male channelers were the only thing that Thurin hated more than witches, and only because of his brother-in-law.

Thurin clenched his fist and was eager for the fight Thurin was sure would break out.

ooc: personally, I don't know why everyone gets so riled by the yo mama jokes, they mean nothing to me, but then again, neither does any other sort of insult *shrug*

IC: "I hear your mum is the one who's used to taking whats thrown at her..." Thurin's face turned white with rage, but then he thought of a better way to 'express' himself. "Yes, she gets pleanty of pointers from your mother. Although, I must admit that your mother is much better than mine. Tavern wenches cannot compare to you mother."

Thurin sighed as if disapointed. "After one night with you mother, everyone else just seemed so dull." If that didn't get his revenge, nothing would. Ususally, women did not fall for this sort of thing, most of them just stared at you until you ran away. Thurin had a feeling that this one would be different. From the attitude that she had shown already, Thurin could tell that if she didn't just ignore it, she would attack him.

Thurin prepared for the fight he had been itching to have ever since finding out what a traitor his brother-in-law was, the filthy man who could channel. Male channelers were the only thing that Thurin hated more than witches, and only because of his brother-in-law.

Thurin clenched his fist and was eager for the fight Thurin was sure would break out.

*drinks similar to the first time, but takes much longer* gotta get all of the taste in

"I whish you could turn back time, I´d like to show you how happy I was once, Noy, but there´s no way to do that. The present is all what matters, but still one can´t forget his roots, right? So...what about Amadicia? I mean, there must have been some good things about this country and the place where you grew up, you don´t look like the person having had a bad childhood to me, either."

Noy smiled softly and closed his eyes. "The consept of Amadicia was bad, being fools and not knowing it was bad, being isolated from the truth was bad... Amadicia, it was not bad. I remember working on the farm, with only my father, coming home to see my mother in her apron rushing us in before the food got cold. I remember going to town and gawking open-mouthed at all of the forigen sights. I remember playing with the other boys and being chased by the girls, who, ironicly threatened to kiss us if they caught up.

I remember Mara laughing at me every time I fell in the mud, and I remember hating that and turning red every time she did. Thinking back on it, all I wanted then was to impress her and have fun. Now seems so much harder than it was then, it seems that my childhood slipped away without warning. I don't know what I remember the most, my earliest and latest memories were of Mara. I suppose that she is what I remember most, she is what I miss the most of all about Amadicia.

We grew up together, even though I farmed a day's walk from the village, and she was the daughter of the thatcher, we were always together. I never realized then how much I really loved her, and how much I would suffer when she was gone. The gold never lasts forever, the good things alway fade. Come to think of it, I did not realize how lucky I was, how much I had, untill now, now that it's all gone."

Noy sighed a deep, tired sigh. His amused smile had turned into a sad smile, his eyes also sad, open and gazing softly down at the table. Noy still found it hard to believe that everything was gone, all of his beliefs, all of his friends and his family.

"Let me discribe something to you. The sun, vivid over the horizon, the sky a blaze of purples, oranges, and pink. All shining down on a grassy hill, where the wind blows gently stirring the grass, tickling your face and arms. A single tree protrudes from the top of the hill, it's ancient roots spreading, holding the hill intact for generations, always there and always tall.

This was my favorite spot as a child, the scene that I am telling you right now is my first memory of Mara, her smile, her laugh. We were both young then, very young, and we played a while until our parents had stopped dining. They told me that they found us later, sleeping umong the roots of this tree, and they knew then that we were made for eachother.

Maybe that was why I loved that spot, or maybe it was the signifigance that it held, generations of my family who owned it. That tree and hill had seen gererations of my family, and knew more about my blood line than I do. That tree held a special signifigance for me, I don't know exactly why, and I know that if I went back there, I would still see that tree on that hill standing as strait and tall as it ever had."

sure

just kidding... hehe

no, actually it was terrible

*takes it, dumps it all into his mouth, then swigs it around and gargles it for 10 minutes* hmmmm, minty.