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Larry_OHF · 05-08-2002, 12:44 AM

OOC>>>Does anybody need a Link to the Past? This thread is the telling of the history of the swords by Spree as she taught Larry about what he knew of his father's stories and adventures. I be damned if I know where the thread is that named the fate of my father and mother...or if I ever named them. If I cannot find it, then I will make it up as I go. Is that fair dinkam?

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He crept along the dark hall silently and carefully, holding his breath for good measure. After a dozen paces, he would stop, exhale, draw new breath, and continue onward. He was near the bedroom. The door would squeak if not opened properly. Luckily, he knew this door well, and with a perfect effort, opened the door soundlessly. Now he was perspiring. The bed lay only a few feet away. He could feel his heart racing and his excitedness was causing his knees to go weak. He stopped and tried to calm down. He tried to remind himself of how easy the task was...just a few more feet and he would have her! He was ready. Now, ready to pounce like a ferocious wild beast, he steadied himself, bent his knees, and jumped onto the mass, grabbing the huddled form beneath. Yet, someting was wrong! He jumped up and felt around. She was not here! It was a pillow and an old mop that had been placed in bed in her stead! Before having time to calculate a method of escape, a frying pan rang across his head. Down he went and the figure pounced on him, smirking.

"You'll never be as good as me!"

"Ouch! Did you have to hit me so hard?"

"Oh quit whining! You deserved it for trying to sneak up on me"!

"I can get my way into any village, whether it be elf, dwarf, or hobbit...but I can't even get one up on my own human wife"!

"Don't call me that until we are, silly! You will just have to wait until father consents."

"He never will at the rate I am going. He wants you to marry a nobleman, for crying out loud! I am but a poor farmer that happens to have some skills for adventure. My treasury is not from tax dollars or earned revenue...it is from hard work and long adventures! A man's way to earn a penny in this world"!

"Don't flatter yourself, my dear. You are a farmer and a thief. You are poor, but I don't need you to be rich to be my love interest! Just give father a little time."

"I have. I grow weary. I hear of some action going on up North this time of year. I may take a trip up there and see if I cannot find something of value. I will come back, pay the money back to your father that he borrowed to me for the farm, and then we will have our own land. Then, if he still says no...I will kidnap you and we will run away into the land of storybooks!"

"Now, you know how worried I get when you go on your excursions. If you feel you must, then I support you, and want you to be happy. Go on your trip then. And bring me back something."

"Then by your leave, I shall head out at first light, milady! We will be wed real soon. I promise! I will bring back such treasure as would render it unneedful to travel ever again!"

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05-08-2002, 12:44 AM	#7
Larry_OHF Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Midlands, South Carolina Age: 49 Posts: 14,759	OOC>>>Does anybody need a Link to the Past? This thread is the telling of the history of the swords by Spree as she taught Larry about what he knew of his father's stories and adventures. I be damned if I know where the thread is that named the fate of my father and mother...or if I ever named them. If I cannot find it, then I will make it up as I go. Is that fair dinkam? ************************************************ ***************** He crept along the dark hall silently and carefully, holding his breath for good measure. After a dozen paces, he would stop, exhale, draw new breath, and continue onward. He was near the bedroom. The door would squeak if not opened properly. Luckily, he knew this door well, and with a perfect effort, opened the door soundlessly. Now he was perspiring. The bed lay only a few feet away. He could feel his heart racing and his excitedness was causing his knees to go weak. He stopped and tried to calm down. He tried to remind himself of how easy the task was...just a few more feet and he would have her! He was ready. Now, ready to pounce like a ferocious wild beast, he steadied himself, bent his knees, and jumped onto the mass, grabbing the huddled form beneath. Yet, someting was wrong! He jumped up and felt around. She was not here! It was a pillow and an old mop that had been placed in bed in her stead! Before having time to calculate a method of escape, a frying pan rang across his head. Down he went and the figure pounced on him, smirking. "You'll never be as good as me!" "Ouch! Did you have to hit me so hard?" "Oh quit whining! You deserved it for trying to sneak up on me"! "I can get my way into any village, whether it be elf, dwarf, or hobbit...but I can't even get one up on my own human wife"! "Don't call me that until we are, silly! You will just have to wait until father consents." "He never will at the rate I am going. He wants you to marry a nobleman, for crying out loud! I am but a poor farmer that happens to have some skills for adventure. My treasury is not from tax dollars or earned revenue...it is from hard work and long adventures! A man's way to earn a penny in this world"! "Don't flatter yourself, my dear. You are a farmer and a thief. You are poor, but I don't need you to be rich to be my love interest! Just give father a little time." "I have. I grow weary. I hear of some action going on up North this time of year. I may take a trip up there and see if I cannot find something of value. I will come back, pay the money back to your father that he borrowed to me for the farm, and then we will have our own land. Then, if he still says no...I will kidnap you and we will run away into the land of storybooks!" "Now, you know how worried I get when you go on your excursions. If you feel you must, then I support you, and want you to be happy. Go on your trip then. And bring me back something." "Then by your leave, I shall head out at first light, milady! We will be wed real soon. I promise! I will bring back such treasure as would render it unneedful to travel ever again!" [ 05-08-2002, 12:45 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]