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pikesfan
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Is there any chicken-fried squid here?
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Aidun
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The Hague, the capital of the civilized world
Nov 2002 time: 06:23
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* Aidun Cian the older claps in his hands to hold a speech *
Ahem,
My dear fellow seņores, most honoured exalted Lord Togas,
I have lived a long life and finally I have grown old, the years are beginning to count.
The function of Governor of Zaragoza is is a heavy job, too heavy for a man of my age. I have thought it over many times, but finally I've made my decision, if the Lord Togas agrees, my son Aidun will succeed me. He has studied at la Academia with Seņor Winterius II, a proven philosopher, and learned all the things a governor should know in these days.
However, before he is going to succeed me, I want him to marry a girl. Thus I am looking for a suitable girl to marry my son.
I thank you for your attention and I hereby ask for a toast on our great Despot who has brought our nation with his magnificent discernment to glory! Let us drink!
Aidun Cian the older,
Governor of Zaragoza and First Priest of Luna el Salvador.
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OliverFA
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Leeds, UK
Sep 2002 time: 06:23
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* Drinks a his ale
You know, Amigo Aidun. Your family is a very important one and you will probably have more than one candidate for the place of your son's wife. I can think of at least two of my cousins suitable for that! What will you do if you have more than one girl wanting to marry your son?
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pikesfan
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How about squid-fried squid?
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History Guy
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Reads too many books...
Oct 2001 time: 23:23
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Speaking of a girl, if you look in the city screen at Saragossa, you'll see a pretty little blonde there, I believe (unless she's out having lunch, or something). You know, she's the most sought-after spinster in Spain, and just 18! That's my daughter, Calamara. If you'd like, perhaps, to allow me to pay for the growing of a militia unit in that city at some future point, so that these men can be my son's regiment, it might be a perfect match...
Yes, here is a plate of Pamplona Fried Chicken Squid...made especially for the High Priest (and my associate, Senor Pikesfan), by my humble self.
High Priest, take a few skins of wine home with you. In fact, here's twelve barrels. And here's a barrel of squid for frying. If you'd like my recipe...I'll give it to you...but remember! It's a family secret! (If I were to give anyone else this recipe, I'd have to kill them immediately afterwards...)
Fernand de History Guy Calamari
Squid Baron
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Nuclear Winter
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I assume a good beer would make senor Dejon happier and more willing to offer his daughter (or niece) for marriage!
*whispers*Cīmon boy, pay him a good beer! Or two! And get one for yourself, a very strong one, if you want to make good impression!
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Nuclear Winter
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Strong ale to strong men I always say!
Bring the best one Filipo!no, not that one! Why you say? That one is the one with wate.. the not so good one!
Bring the one from Pamplona! Isto, mui bueno!
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dejon
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* Seņor Dejon enters
Ah, I have heard many tales of this place. Recently restored, is it?
I don't normally drink, my friends, but I'm sure one won't hurt...
* Patrons look bewildered that Seņor Dejon does not drink
Well, where I come from, the drink is a luxury. It also slows the body, which I cannot abide.
* Those close to him take a longer look at this Dejon...
[Description]
Jaguar Dejon is not what you might expect of the male Dejons. He is only slightly taller than the average man. His limbs do not have the legendary girth of the fabled warrior line either. Rather, his build is definitely muscular, but more like a wild cat than a bear. At first glance, one might simply say he was a young warrior, with a bit of experience, but if you look into his eyes...you see the triumph and sadness of many, many battles.
[/Description]
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GeneralTacticus
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of Melbourne, Australia
Dec 2001 time: 15:23
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* Cardinal Tacticus is sipping quietly in a corner of the Tavern, watching the proceedings and occasionally picking up a pen to scribble something on the sheets of papyrus in front of him.
Last edited by GeneralTacticus on 02-04-2003 at 12:59
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OliverFA
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Leeds, UK
Sep 2002 time: 06:23
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So, about that marriage... I still have my cousins available. Which is the final decission?
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Nuclear Winter
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*Nuclearis WInterius the III distributes beer for all who ordered, and cleans the table*
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Nuclear Winter
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Ok... I will call Polaris....
*rings a small bell under the balcony and a group of 10 spearmen, hand picked form the company of Santiago Chargers enters the room*
Ah, pals, came for a beer?
*NWIII serves all the spearmen and the Plagiates a beer*
Hmm, Polaris isnīt here... he is out.
*Catherina enters the room, bearing a sword and a buckler, all can see the sword is too heavy for her small hands, but she makes a great effort to look confortable and calm, though her eyes are red, and her cheek is stained by tears*
Catherina? What are you doing? *Nuclearis III looks confused, but he canīt hide a smile*
I .. am justt taking a look at the streeeetttt *the sword starts to slip form her hands, but with great effort she raises it once again to the height of her chest*
Sister, go back to your room. Rest calm, God Is In His Heaven, All Is Right.
*Nuclearis passes his hand over a veery sharp sword hidden under tha balcony*
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