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  1. No one hangs with nargy... they hottub with nargy 😎 .... or get cooked in his cookpot... same thing
  2. Narg was summoned with sausage and glitter... and music! My name is Nargbert and I like to squawk Dont call me a chicken, I don't go bawk! I'm the baddest trolloc, can't you see? Please don't mess up those uniforms by having to pee (psst narg is scary nod nod) Well I can't stick around but don't be bitter Just hang around some more and play with lavas glitter! Drops mike Let's get outta here rainbow dash... err.. "bunyan". Let's go see if we can make beautiful harpy trollocs together. *steals a drink*
  3. No no, spicy! *bats birdy eyes* hey yourself
  4. There you go trying to team with the reds again. Narg say chick'fil'a AND popeyes.... corner the chicken sandwich and watch all the Americans bow to your dominance.
  5. No birds with pink tail feathers? Neither funny, nor adorable... maybe tasty!
  6. Oh too late for that. Nargy stank has settled on you and it doesnt wash out. Just ask Liitha or Nyna, it hangs around. Just sniff them, they have been covered by it for years! You will walk into a room, wondering who's feet smell so bad... turns out its you... sitting in a meeting and wondering who farted... wait, that's just you... other trollocs will give you the stink eye because you got the coveted narg smell on you! Soon even freshly washed laundry will smell odd because you are so used to the smell. Or so Narg been told. Sense of smell burned out long ago!
  7. I am spicy! Nargy spicy! Always spicy!.... and smelly... taste a little strange too
  8. Nargyyyyy come back to us! :P

  9. MMmmmmm... school. Boy do I have a lot to say on that! First, I will only discuss through high school. I will cover college second! I am sorry to hear some people did not know of Nelson Mandela. However, I am not surprised. While many would consider it a world event, it is mostly just South African history. Think about all the history one has to cover in school. One is barely able to touch on much of anything, and it isn't surprising to see someone like Mandela get left off the list of history classes. My problem with schools now a days is that we cater to the lowest common denominator. At least here in the states. Many students educations are held back on the basis that EVERYONE has to learn at the same rate. So, those who are either not willing, or not able, dictate the pace of learning in a classroom. I could go on a long rant about this.... so I will try to desperately avoid that! Now, I know there are those who complain that there isn't enough focus on a classical education in school. English, logic, grammer... they are getting left out for Science in Math. My response? Hogwash... To graduate highschool in California one must take 3 years of english, 4 if you have any desire to do college, 3 years of social sciences, and one year of either a foreign language or performing art, with two years of one language being needed to go to a university. So... the way I see it, there is at least 7 years of classical learning and reasoning to graduate high school. As for math and Science? 2 years of each. It isn't the lack of classes that are degrading a classical education.... it is the quality. And it isn't the teachers fault the quality is going down hill... It is the parents of those students who are unable/unwilling to meet this demanding that their child is given the same if not more time and attention, to the detriment of the rest of the class, that is pulling our education system down. *Sorry... rant came back* Home schooling just allows one to teach their child at their pace... I believe that is more the reason why home schooling can sometimes do better than classroom learning. A side note... I think more math and science should be required. If you can't handle basic algebra and have SOME understanding of how the world works, how can you expect to be even a small contributor to society? That and the world is being dominated by math and science... to not teach more means falling behind. This doesn't mean sacrificing the other subjects. However, I don't need four years of introduction to "classic literature". Yes, there is a lot of learning that goes along with the literature, but so much of it seems to be based on the idea of "We see these books as classics that everyone should have to read." You can cover writing essays and how to make convincing arguments without the need to spend a month and a half reading some crappy book is supposed to have some deep meaning... but is really just crap... Catcher in the Rye anyone? *Can you tell I am not an English major?* So, that is my take on High school.... On to college. I hate to break it to you, but Math, Sciences, and Engineering are very large and mentally intense subjects. I won't say this is an ABET requirement for schools, but I know mine required both a composition and speech class, as well as 2 classes, one being a requirement of the other, outside of math or science. However, these majors require a lot of work, and when you graduate with a bachelors degree in any of them... I hate to break it to you... but you still know nothing! You have a foundation so when you go into a work place you are able to learn what you need to know. Science and Technology progress so fast it is impossible for a school to teach you everything. But they have to try as best they can. So one can argue that it is nothing more than job training... and it might be... but that is because the job requires so much knowledge in a particular field that it HAS to work that way. Many of these majors are difficult to complete in four years. College is meant to teach you a specialization... not make you a well rounded citizen... if high school failed at that... well... High school failed at that... As an engineer I know there is always discussions on the speaking and writing capabilities of engineers all the time. Schools TRY to focus on this as best they can with so much other stuff they have to teach. As I stated, certain courses are required. They also require projects throughout the major that force students to write reports, give presentations, and work in collaborative groups. Yes, this is not the same as being introduced to classical methods of reasoning and logic, or being taught to be a great orator, but it is a fact of life. Ok... there is my unfocused ideas... enjoy! Ok, I guess the main idea was... there is so much to learn... you can't expect someone to learn everything... if it means sacrificing Nelson Mandela (or a full classical education)... that is the cost of living in the world we live in today...
  10. BOOM!..... BOOM!... Horses were rearing up everywhere. Onley's cart raced through the village, turning hard here... banking hard there. Trevor and Thad had used up almost all of the fireworks. Thankfully they had started no fires as of yet. "Just one left Thad. I am going to save it for the right moment." "Ok... Party on Trev!" Suddenly they took a hard right turn and Trevor lost his balance. He dropped the fireworks to the bottom of the cart, but he began to tumble over the side. He grabbed the edge with one hand and held on for dear life. The wheels rumbled next to him. If he fell he would probably go under one and that would be the end of Trevor. Bummer. Suddenly a hand shot out to him as Trev looked up. There was Thad, hair rippling in the wind, backlit by the sun. Probably the best sight Trev had ever seen, and that is saying something! Trevor grasped the hand and was pulled into the cart just as two crossbow bolts embedded themselves in the cart just where he had been. "Thanks Dob. Lifesaver as always!" Trev glanced around and saw old Mr. Connley's manure storage as they flew on by. This gave him an idea as he found their last fireworks and aimed it at the barn. "What are you doing? That is our last one!" "Relax. I overheard someone once mentioning what fire and manure can do. Might as well see if it is true!" Trevor lit it off as the firework flew true, through a window and into the barn just before the whitecloaks got there. Yet nothing happened. What a waste. "Blood and bloody ash-" There was a sudden roar as the whitecloaks passed the barn. Trevor felt an immense amount of heat as he threw up his hands over his face. The only thing, besides a large fireball, that Trev remembers seeing was the whitecloaks being thrown a good distance off their horses. Wood flew high into the sky and shot out everywhere. Splinters fell like rain across the village. "Light! That was Excellent Trev!" "Whoah..." Was all he could say. The plume of smoke and fire made its way higher into the air as the cart road out of town. "Our parents are going to hate paying for this damage." Said Thad. "True... but I doubt the whitecloaks follow us now. Ride Onley! Ride!" They Air harped to their success!
  11. Ahh, the Kings Blessing. Nothing like a grubby mug of ale and a woman of dubious character to make one feel like home. Of course there were the thieves, strong arms, drifters, scavengers.... and don't forget, musicians. Yes, a wonderful place that made his father shudder the first time he mentioned it. He made his way up to the bar, sat, and ordered himself up a mug of the good stuff. Ok, it wasn't really good stuff, but he always found the barman's look entertaining when he ordered it that way. Looking around he finally found Thad back in the corner. Trev air harped and grinned at Thad's reply. He was going to have to talk to him about his air harp. His left arm was slipping just a horse hair down. Form was everything! "About flaming time you goat kis..." Thad wasn't able to finish his words as the door crashed open. "Burn it!" Thad yelled as he made a run for it. "Light! Already?!" Trevor wasn't going to stick around and say hello, that was for sure. He saw Thad make a beeline for the back door and he quickly followed. They burst outside into the wonderful light as Thad looked around quickly. "What now Dob? "We are supposed to meet our ride back here." Thad Said. "Someone agreed to give us a ride? Do they know who we are? Do we know who THEY are??" "Yeah, he knows us. It is Onley." Trevor smacked his head at this. "Onley?? Light that man would just a soon as sell us to the whitecloaks as help us escape!" And speaking of those dark and evil forces, two men suddenly rounded the corner. Their armor gleamed beneath their snow white cloaks. Their swords glinted in the sun as the men held them menacingly, a look of joy spreading across their face as they found their pray. "Any other ideas there Thad... Because right now I am thinking..." Suddenly the doors to the inn's stable flew open as a team of horses and a cart came flying out. "Jump in!" Yelled the person driving the cart of death. It was Onley! Trevor and Thad ran and jumped onto the back of the cart, holding on for dear life as the horses charged down the whitecloaks, forcing them to jump aside. Trev and Thad pulled themselves all the way in and sat up. They had escaped! "Party on Thad!" Trev air harped. "Party on Trev!" Thad air harped back. They began to rock out when suddenly Onley called out.... "Crossbows!!"
  12. "YOU WHAT???!!!" Trevor winced. His mother's rages were legendary and he was on the receiving end of one that would be remembered for several turnings of the wheel. Something flew past his head and exploded in a cloud of gas behind him. Man, his mom was pissed! This wasn't going to be a normal punishment, he could already tell that. Usually he was sent to tend the sheep or something like that on one of their country estates. 'It will build character' his father would always say. Unfortunately for their estates, it usually lead to him corrupting the help. "THE KING'S COUSIN??!! HOW COULD YOU?" MMmmm.... she was a looker. Hair the color of fields of golden wheat... plump red lips just made for kissing... hips that you just wanted to grab and.. "ANSWER ME!" Hmmm.... should he be quiet and just let her burn her self out? Uh oh... she reared back, ready to smack him... he better start talking... "I didn't know she was the King's cousin mother! I mean... she was slumming it just like Thad and I and I just figured..." Hmmm... maybe slumming it was a bad choice in words... "Don't you DARE SPEAK OF HER THAT WAY! She is the Kings COUSIN!!!!!" Yep, definitely a bad choice in words... "Sorry mother... well, you know... she was making those eyes at me and..." Obviously the look he was being given meant that she DIDN'T know. He started weaving a fantastical story of how they met and what the spoke of. None of it was true, but he needed to slow his mother down. He always wondered what his father saw in his mother. Oh, he had heard the stories. How she used to be a sweet and kind little thing. Quiet and unassuming. Every nobles son was after her, thinking she would make the perfect, pliant wife. Trevor didn't believe it for a second... "But you were hitting on her maid as well!" What? Oh Blood and Ashes. Did he miss a part. He thought it over quickly in his head. Ok, maybe he did miss a detail or two. "Well, you know... she was following us around... figured she was the ugly friend... Might gain some points by buttering her up!" Hmmm... another bad choice in words. His mother's face turned purple with rage... She started to whisper... his brain started screaming at him DANGER DANGER! "And...... her daughter... I believe I heard you two were caught up in a room in a rather compromising situation..." Daughter? Daughter? What daughter? "Uh, her daughter? I don't remember a Daughter in..... oh wait... That part is a little fuzzy.... oh yeah! That other nice sweet piece of " Something else flew by his head and exploded behind him again. Why wouldn't she just relax? It was just another fun night on the town. Yeah, they told him to stay out of the taverns... but that was never the worst of what they had done. Well... maybe this WAS the worst they had DONE. But what they convinced the other kids to do... flaming dung balls in the street... cutting the legs of stalls in the market so when loaded up they crashed to the ground... just ideas they happened to pass along to others. There was the dragons fang on the fortress of light. Trev tried to convince Thad that they should get the kids to do it on the Lord Captain Commander's door... but for some reason the other kids just wouldn't go for it. Uh oh... more whispering.... "I am done trying to teach you some basic manners. I can't even get you to behave at dinner, let alone act like the noble you are. Therefore you have left me no choice.." No choice? That doesn't sound good... Blood and bloody ashes... she just stood up straighter... RUN! RUN! "Your father and I... along with the local authorities... believe the best place for you is the Fortress of Light." Trevor blinked... did she just say what he thought she did?? "THE FORTRESS OF LIGHT???? BLOOD AND BLOODY ASHES MOTHER! NEVER!" Wow... he was capable of yelling back at his mother?? "Don't you dare take that tone of voice with me young man. You and young Thadius are lucky the King didn't string you up by your neck. It took everything I could do to convince him to let you join instead of hang" Hang?? For what? It was all innocent fun! Mostly... "But, we are only 16! They won't take us!" His mother grinned evilly at him. "Oh, they have heard of you two. I believe someone drew something on their door the other night and they were most.... excited... to get their hands on the perpetrators. Now... they will be here in the morning to take you away to your new life.... I suggest you retire to your bedroom and prepare yourself for what is coming. Now get out of my sight.... son!" She practically spit out the last word. Whitecloaks..... whitecloaks..... This was not part of the plan.... Trevor ran upstairs to his room and began packing a small sack of stuff. A few monogrammed outfits... his harp.... his hat with the feather sticking up... Then he tied up some sheets and threw them out the window. No one was sending him to the whitecloaks... not when the world had so much fun... booze... and women to experience! If Thad... good old The Dob himself... was getting the same rear chewing he was... and the same news... he knew he would make a run for it as well... And where better to meet than... The Kings Blessing.... He was off
  13. Children? Narg think Narg want to take this to next level!! Narg,...... Why you use hoo-mahn spices when all trollocs know that essence of blight worm is the best seasoning of them all?!? also, could Narg explain maxwell's equations? Because all trollocs know these.... otherwise you unable to determine position when can't see large ball of fire thing in day or large balls of fire at night... or make your sword spark to scare poor Aes Sedai.... Narg... bert...
  14. Dear Narg, Why cumin? It is supposed to be oregano! Sheesh trollocs are silly. Nargbert... A trolloc.... or so they say....
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