Halflings
Oh dear, oh dear.. A dreadful message reached us this morning. The leader of a pack of wild cats declared war on us and said he would be delighted to end my reign..
*sobs* It was all true!
No false alarm..
Real enemies! OMG!
*panics*
But, but.. if I'd known all this before I would have never gotten up this morning but ran away! Let me get my stuff and ask the elves to settle this..
*nearly burst out in tears when suddenly nonchalance entered the room, the heroine...*
Nonchalance: "What's wrong Jeremia?"
Me: "Nothing *snif*, just eh.. something in my eye.."
Nonchalance: "Oh, let me see. Perhaps I can get it out"
*grabs huge axe*
Me: "NOOOOOOONOONooooonononoOOOOO!! I'm ok, I got it! Heh.. Damn fly!
*Cough* Let's get down to business immediately! Euh, I have information of tigran troops nearing and euh..
Go get 'm!
now..
please?
*quickly leaves*
[This message has been edited by swolte (edited 03-30-2003 @ 04:14 PM).]