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Pendangorth
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 Posted - 24 Feb 2004 : 19:21:43
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Through my recent travels, I encountered a Master Minstrel by the name of Tortesquet. He was a dazzling player of the Anglo Concertina and Bohemian Bock. He seemed to me at first to be no more than a minstrel- although that in itself is a worthy position- but I was soon to find the opposite when I ventured into his guild. It was in a country known as Injedgi, ruled by a corrupted senate, overcome by greed and pride. Many had been executed in trying to liberate Injedgi's people, and it seemed tht the Senate's power was to great to contend with. Secret operations were always uncovered by Magonganan and his corps of secret police- the leader of the senate. It seemed that there was no weakness. But Tortesquet, although far from native to the country, noticed that from his travels to the place, there was a certain fondness of music that resided in even the stone-hard hearts of Magonganan's senate. So Tortesquet quickly succeeded in his campaign to set up a minstrel's guild in the country, to entertain its leaders. It was a huge success, and under the cover of the guild, Tortesquet was enabled to unravel the schemes which kept Magonganan in power. It was five months into this operation that I came across him. I agreed to help straight away, and began a first operation to break into one of Magonganan's forts to steal his political records, mythril armour, and many magic books that he kept. Not wanting for a minute to delve into his dark arts, I burnt them. As I was escaping from the place, I met none other than the ever-present and ever-annoying Exilion. After a good thrashing of his hide-which was not at all easy, he remanifested himself to save his life. It seemed at first to have a positive effect on his personality- a reformed man. Quite where he is now I do not know...
That is all for now.
If anyone would like to know about the instruments of the magical mediaeval era, I would be glad to help.
Until next time, I wish you to remember just this:
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he,
He called for his pipe and he called for his glass,
And he called for his Fiddlers three
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I play a vintage Wheatstone English Treble Concertina with pride and prowess. |
Edited by - Pendangorth on 25 Feb 2004 18:22:36
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aneama
Acolyte
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Posted - 24 Feb 2004 : 19:31:44
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| most interesting... you say you do not know where exilion now is and i wonder, as we all now know he reapeared as X but what has hgappened to him as all of his discussions appear to have been removed. is he perhaps barred yet again? |
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Pendangorth
Acolyte
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Posted - 24 Feb 2004 : 19:36:48
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Probably, my good auntie Dorris, but I think we have better things to talk of now. Exilion causes a lot of offence to the people of Candlekeep.
Well, shoot my cat and call me Gordon Nellis Brown, I didn't expect to see you here tonight. Have you any adventures to discuss- for that is the nature of this particular forum... |
I play a vintage Wheatstone English Treble Concertina with pride and prowess. |
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Tortesquet's Minstrel's Guild
