tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025873513138208052.post9126132473136595560..comments2023-05-10T08:20:11.295-07:00Comments on Unnecessary Alliteration: From the Journal of the Former Soon-to-be-Current Lord Watcher Templeton Granger (Session VIII)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056320048777404281noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025873513138208052.post-12588363500064229822013-01-15T11:47:10.304-08:002013-01-15T11:47:10.304-08:00"Well, the guards did not take too kindly to ..."Well, the guards did not take too kindly to that, nor the Mayor for that matter, and who could blame him? His wife was just bodily thrown out a window at the height of an excellent meal! Well, as they say, 'the wine had been spilled (not literally, Prank was very careful), nothing to do now but get another bottle'. So I went to work on the Mayor and one of his guards. I am quite rusty with "up close and personal" these days. There is very little call for it any more. There was much fighting, yelling, a little screaming like that of a small child (I am certain it was Templeton). In the end all were vanquished, some surrendered, many died, and life goes on.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18213385776342938754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025873513138208052.post-89552983528513786902013-01-14T20:02:09.882-08:002013-01-14T20:02:09.882-08:00Really?
You completely forgot about the 300 armed...Really?<br /><br />You completely forgot about the 300 armed, armored, mounted, stuffed Knights of Urgathoa we had to defeat just to get out of the luncheon chamber and the heroic rescue of several vintage bottles of wine from the Mayor's Cellar.<br /><br />Worst Paladin, EVAHAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04391386681686284268noreply@blogger.com