Prince of Thieves: Parte the Fyrste
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2003 9:50 pm
» The Prince kicks out all the jams and grabs a large velvet cloak, and swirls it dramatically around him and stalks about the room
» The Prince stops suddenly in an awe inspired pose that really bad poets will write about for centur..err minutes and clears his throat
Yea and verily, twas a night like this one, a night dark and dreary
(psst its day you moron)
(shush you)
(I will not)
» The Prince dives off stage and whollops on the announcer as the sounds of a brief scuffle echo throughtout the room.
» The Prince reappears looking slightly disheveled and ahems..
Yea and verily twas a night such as this one...
» The Prince glares off stage for a second
...a night dark and dreary, when she came. A weary traveler, one of the night, pale skin aglow in the ruddy moonlight, her dark tresses cascading over her shoulders. Would it have been luck that crossed my path with her. Lady Fortune is ever been fickle, but that night twould seem I had her blessing...
I had been a welcome guest in a nearby village, well a hamlet really, terribly small place, you know, where everyone knows everyone and all that, dreadful I tell you, how a thief is supp.. oh where was I, oh yes, a guest of this village, you would think that one such as I, a noble swashbuckler, should not have to suffer through this horrid venture with the peasantry, ah, but I protest too much
I did enter this paltry domicile , an inn I would not deem fit to house my hunting dogs, and did cast a spurious eye about. To sum it up, it was quaint, what type of word is quaint for one such as my stature to use. Well.. not good I tell you this. So I entered this "quaint" establishment and ordered a meal and wine.
Twas not a lovely serving wench, nor a blousy barmaid that would most definitely keep my attention, but a disreputable sort of man. Your typical country bumblekin. This oaf had the audacity to claim that they didnt have wine. So, not wanting to try the local brews I did order water. The bumpkin stumbled off to fill my order and returned with this cup of brown water and a bowl of this godsforsaken brown goo. I did protest immediately.
"Eat it or not as long as ye pay for it" he spat and turned away, but the clumsy fool tripped over his own feet and knocked the table over, spilling the slop he had served me onto my own finery!! Oh the outrage, Oh the horror, oh the cleaning bill!
He did apologize, but it was insufficient. I was beside myself with rage, I did demand that honor be satisfied and challenged the knave to a duel. It was then that the local sheriff and his rowdies did enter, and I did explain my situation and demand again that my honor was impinged. And what did they do? They laughed! Oh the shame, I nearly drew my rapier in preparation to take them all on, when I was struck from behind in a cowardly blow...
>>The narrator mutters woozily
What will become of our daring hero?
What of the lady he did speak of?
And will his pants ever be cleaned?
Tune in next time, for our exciting program...
Prince of Thieves!
» The Prince stops suddenly in an awe inspired pose that really bad poets will write about for centur..err minutes and clears his throat
Yea and verily, twas a night like this one, a night dark and dreary
(psst its day you moron)
(shush you)
(I will not)
» The Prince dives off stage and whollops on the announcer as the sounds of a brief scuffle echo throughtout the room.
» The Prince reappears looking slightly disheveled and ahems..
Yea and verily twas a night such as this one...
» The Prince glares off stage for a second
...a night dark and dreary, when she came. A weary traveler, one of the night, pale skin aglow in the ruddy moonlight, her dark tresses cascading over her shoulders. Would it have been luck that crossed my path with her. Lady Fortune is ever been fickle, but that night twould seem I had her blessing...
I had been a welcome guest in a nearby village, well a hamlet really, terribly small place, you know, where everyone knows everyone and all that, dreadful I tell you, how a thief is supp.. oh where was I, oh yes, a guest of this village, you would think that one such as I, a noble swashbuckler, should not have to suffer through this horrid venture with the peasantry, ah, but I protest too much
I did enter this paltry domicile , an inn I would not deem fit to house my hunting dogs, and did cast a spurious eye about. To sum it up, it was quaint, what type of word is quaint for one such as my stature to use. Well.. not good I tell you this. So I entered this "quaint" establishment and ordered a meal and wine.
Twas not a lovely serving wench, nor a blousy barmaid that would most definitely keep my attention, but a disreputable sort of man. Your typical country bumblekin. This oaf had the audacity to claim that they didnt have wine. So, not wanting to try the local brews I did order water. The bumpkin stumbled off to fill my order and returned with this cup of brown water and a bowl of this godsforsaken brown goo. I did protest immediately.
"Eat it or not as long as ye pay for it" he spat and turned away, but the clumsy fool tripped over his own feet and knocked the table over, spilling the slop he had served me onto my own finery!! Oh the outrage, Oh the horror, oh the cleaning bill!
He did apologize, but it was insufficient. I was beside myself with rage, I did demand that honor be satisfied and challenged the knave to a duel. It was then that the local sheriff and his rowdies did enter, and I did explain my situation and demand again that my honor was impinged. And what did they do? They laughed! Oh the shame, I nearly drew my rapier in preparation to take them all on, when I was struck from behind in a cowardly blow...
>>The narrator mutters woozily
What will become of our daring hero?
What of the lady he did speak of?
And will his pants ever be cleaned?
Tune in next time, for our exciting program...
Prince of Thieves!
