Once again the poet of the of the MAC must be called forth and save this thread for the nether reaches of forums. Hey diddle diddle, but the Warfogde in the middle. Cat and Craddles, Silver spoons and the such. Kegs and Pints of the strongest of the ales. MAC shall live and grow. Spreading the ways of the fair and just. Come to see us but if you dare, take care, for you may leave us with guts sore with the laughter of a thousand times. purse filled with plat and gear of your dreams. All hard erned put earned with laughter and in a carefree ways of the MAC. So take care all, and trust in the mac. We are the becon for fair and fun play. Here endith the lesson, so says the shepard.
Astie, your spelling is still appalling.
See me afterwards.
Terebinthia, Terebynthia, Tereana, Tereaina, Tereanna, Terebyte, Terechan, Terebinthis
The Hand of the Black Tower, Khyber.
Cupcakes welcomed.
Spelling with an int of 16..hummmmm at least I have the ablity to put letters together in a way that can be understood, sometimes.
Once again the guild poet time to lay a stream of words.
Through the blackness of the night you become aware of the sound of your feet and yet. To the right, the kobolds Yark Yark and to the left the stench of bugbears betray the ambush which lies in wait. From behind, the rumble of a Beholder army.
Filling the eyes in front the lightning flashes, huge and red , a dragons' head hung low to the ground and body curling away but eye fix on the soul. Yellow and terrible, the eyes burning the air and yet the fiery pools shimmered with slivers of intelligent.
Your skin raises in the bumps betraying your fear, yet from above, blasts of wind smash's your eyelids to a slit. The earth around your feet is blasted away with the wind from Harry. His wings beating the air into a hurricane beating at the armor and skin.
As you regain yourself and taking stock of your surroundings, spaces around you in mid-air just off the ground, rips in the air pronounced the entrance of a ring of Orathons. Spinning in place, the space around is as deadly as it gets. The camera flies into a close-up of your face and then just your eyes. The sound of knuckles cracking and your eyes narrow, the scene goes black. The long crystalline, metallic song sings as the sword is unsheathed and you say in low a tone....."for Astar...."
Hold did it again at my request for a sum of Oooohhh. about tree fiddy
A proud NON-officer of MAC.Trust me, I cannot be Trusted!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
I don't turn, the dead. I smash'em
Back to the head of the line.
Reality is for people with no imagination
I wanted to post here to extend my deepest condolences to those affected by the floods in Australia. We have many in MAC from that part of the world, and the flooding has been catastrophic. A land area greater than France and Germany combined was at one point under water.
While the flood waters seem to be receding now in most areas, there is still a long road of clean-up and recovery ahead. Some towns will remain isolated for more than a month.
So to all the MAC members in Australia, and to anyone else in Australia affected by these floods, be well, be safe, and god bless.
"And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold. " - Millay
Noooooooooooooooo, body knowssss, the trouble i've seen...
She's a bass!
Only true Wizards know how to spell
True, true.
I could say that it was about time they cleaned up down there, but I would be lying. I never saw an area along the East coast of Australia that I didn't like.
The only place that needed some water was Alice Springs with those giant flies and all that dust swirling around.
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