Where is the Festivult Jester?

[Uamhas]

*In the background, the strains of a seasonal ditty can be heard*


Dearest Festivult Jester,
Where are you? You don't call, you don't write. I stalk... ahem.. I mean.. uh.. I wait patiently, yeah, patiently for your return, yet it seems I must content myself upon your arrival with these infrequent liaisons, and never without first presenting you with some token of my regard... but then I must keep coming back since the sweetness of your response is ever the addictive compulsion. Even the... um... less than complimentary tributes that are testament to some imagined naughtiness. Please, Festivult Jester, come back to me. I'll even stop complaining about having to share you with other adventurers...

The many...many.... many festivult treasures that you gave me are a constant reminder... Yes, I admit it, I hoarded the small cakes, cookies, and candies from the last turning of the twelfth moon... Hey, they keep well in a sealed vault- and they comfort me in your absence. But now, I yearn for more! In past times, my birthday has proven a harbinger of your return, I pray that it is so once more, as that day has recently passed.

Come back to me, Festivus, I miss you.

[cappuccino]

*In the background, the strains of a seasonal ditty can be heard*


Dearest Festivult Jester,
Where are you? You don't call, you don't write. I stalk... ahem.. I mean.. uh.. I wait patiently, yeah, patiently for your return, yet it seems I must content myself upon your arrival with these infrequent liaisons, and never without first presenting you with some token of my regard... but then I must keep coming back since the sweetness of your response is ever the addictive compulsion. Even the... um... less than complimentary tributes that are testament to some imagined naughtiness. Please, Festivult Jester, come back to me. I'll even stop complaining about having to share you with other adventurers...

The many...many.... many festivult treasures that you gave me are a constant reminder... Yes, I admit it, I hoarded the small cakes, cookies, and candies from the last turning of the twelfth moon... Hey, they keep well in a sealed vault- and they comfort me in your absence. But now, I yearn for more! In past times, my birthday has proven a harbinger of your return, I pray that it is so once more, as that day has recently passed.

Come back to me, Festivus, I miss you.

Patience young grasshopper. For your wish will come true soon enough.

Besides, last I heard, the Festivus Jester was out herding cattle.










Through the Vatican of course

[MrCow]

Besides, last I heard, the Festivus Jester was out herding cattle.

Lies!

The cattle do not allow themselves to be herded. It is the cattle who herd Festivus Jesters. It is just around this time of the year that they let the silly little sweettooth creatures roam about causing a sugary madness (mainly for the cattle's sadistic joy and revenge because they never get good dental plans).

[Bekki]

I have question?

Shall the jester show up upon Korthos?

Things that make you go Hmmmmmm.........

[Uamhas]

Well I haven't seen hide nor hair of him yet, so if you see Ifriti Sekhmet wandering around stormreach, give her a little whisper, as you may yet catch her feeling generous with some of the cookies, jellycakes, and candies that continue to be tasty and sweet even after a year. She looks something like this:


(Uma and co. is not affiliated with Turbine either as an employee, independent contractor, or servant. She just loves DDO)

[Inspire]

*stares*... ... ... ... ... errrr I mean... hai... nice gazoons!

[ShaeNightbird]

*In the background, the strains of a seasonal ditty can be heard*


Dearest Festivult Jester,
Where are you? You don't call, you don't write. I stalk... ahem.. I mean.. uh.. I wait patiently, yeah, patiently for your return, yet it seems I must content myself upon your arrival with these infrequent liaisons, and never without first presenting you with some token of my regard... but then I must keep coming back since the sweetness of your response is ever the addictive compulsion. Even the... um... less than complimentary tributes that are testament to some imagined naughtiness. Please, Festivult Jester, come back to me. I'll even stop complaining about having to share you with other adventurers...

The many...many.... many festivult treasures that you gave me are a constant reminder... Yes, I admit it, I hoarded the small cakes, cookies, and candies from the last turning of the twelfth moon... Hey, they keep well in a sealed vault- and they comfort me in your absence. But now, I yearn for more! In past times, my birthday has proven a harbinger of your return, I pray that it is so once more, as that day has recently passed.

Come back to me, Festivus, I miss you.

Oh, my dear. Debase yourself not with entreaties to fools. The Festivult jester is like any other fool, he comes, he goes. The ending of the tale is always the same. Even his goodies change their character as the years go by. Those sentimental reminders of times past will turn on you like a snake. I know, I was fooled once too. Last years treats are this years disappointments, and cookies get stale in strange ways. Be not ensorcelled by the glamour of his gaudy rainments, for at night, all Dwarven underwear is grey.

[branmakmuffin]

Better watch out, better not die ...

[ShaeNightbird]

Better watch out, better not die ...

Better not pout, or you'll get no pie. Octopi.

[branmakmuffin]

Better not pout, or you'll get no pie. Octopi.

Cthulhu Claus is coming to town?

[ShaeNightbird]

Cthulhu Claus is coming to town?

Once caught in the grasp of the claus of Cthulhu, one will never desire release.

[Uamhas]

Cthulhu ~snip~

Gesundheit