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tom bombariffic · 11-22-2002, 10:48 AM

Just at that moment, the sound of a galloping horse drafted in through the window. As it came nearer, the folk of the tavern broke off their conversation to listen. Closer and closer they came, but apparently not slowing down. The clickety-clack of the hooves rose to a crescendo, and a grey and brown blur streaked past the window. The eyes of the inhabitants of the tavern turned down - the excitement was over. At that moment, a Thud was heard at the door, after which the horse streaked back past the window in the direction it had come from. As the sound of horseshoes died down, the landlord went to open the door.
There was no-one there. However, as he was about to close it, he noticed a parchment attatched to the door with a gold-hilted dagger. The wight gingerly removed the weapon, and cleared his throat.

"TO THE LANDLORD AND STORYTELLERS OF THE WHITE HORSE: In recognition of your upcoming story-telling contest, the travelling "gwaith-formen" talemasters wish to announce that they will be arriving within within a few hours. Please prepare 3 rooms for our band of fellows. Thank you for your kindness.

Then followed a cacophany of excited screams. The gwaith-formen were the most reknowned storytellers in the land, followed wherever they went by avid story enthusiasts. Not only would the other competitors get to hear the finest tales around, they would have a real audience to impress!

11-22-2002, 10:48 AM	#21
tom bombariffic Wight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: In the house of Tom Bombariffic Posts: 196	Just at that moment, the sound of a galloping horse drafted in through the window. As it came nearer, the folk of the tavern broke off their conversation to listen. Closer and closer they came, but apparently not slowing down. The clickety-clack of the hooves rose to a crescendo, and a grey and brown blur streaked past the window. The eyes of the inhabitants of the tavern turned down - the excitement was over. At that moment, a Thud was heard at the door, after which the horse streaked back past the window in the direction it had come from. As the sound of horseshoes died down, the landlord went to open the door. There was no-one there. However, as he was about to close it, he noticed a parchment attatched to the door with a gold-hilted dagger. The wight gingerly removed the weapon, and cleared his throat. "TO THE LANDLORD AND STORYTELLERS OF THE WHITE HORSE: In recognition of your upcoming story-telling contest, the travelling "gwaith-formen" talemasters wish to announce that they will be arriving within within a few hours. Please prepare 3 rooms for our band of fellows. Thank you for your kindness. Then followed a cacophany of excited screams. The gwaith-formen were the most reknowned storytellers in the land, followed wherever they went by avid story enthusiasts. Not only would the other competitors get to hear the finest tales around, they would have a real audience to impress! __________________ The 'hum' generated by an electric car is not in fact the noise of the engine, but that of the driver's self-righteousness oscillating at a high frequency.