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Perhaps he was. I'd never have figured it out without my handy dandy copy of Hisweloke's dictionary. I must go now and prepare something sufficiently nasty.
Eureka, I have found it: Uilos.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
Last edited by Sophia the Thunder Mistress; 01-18-2005 at 01:02 AM.
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