Discussion in 'Greetings!' started by CheyAnnel, Mar 26, 2006.
welcome to tff
Welcome to TFF.
Yes there are some RPGing going on on the board. They are down near the bottom of the forum.
Welcome to the Forums.
Thankee sai's for the welcome. And I was wondering where the rpin' was. So... How do you go abouts starting an rp?
Welcome to TFF, and if you're above 15, please read George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire. I promise you, you won't regret it. (Yeah, this is part of my conversion plan - I'm a maniac, not just a "fan". )
Anyway, hope you enjoy posting here!
-Chuckled and prodes Liadan- I'm well above 15. -Blinks then sighs- Ah the innocents of youth... Where has it went?
HEY! '-_-' ok?
that was me being manic and then immediately thereafter depressive...alrighty then.
-chuckles- Very good portrayal!
hmm ,your intro dosent say enything about why are you here ???
Welcome!! Enjoy your time here.
-grins- Thankee big big Leg. -Eyes Am.dk- I am here because the entirety of my being demands me to be here. I cannot deny such a thing. -Snickers and hides-
Hello! Welcome to TFF!
Hiya, welcome to TFF, enjoy the posting and have fun!
Hi and hello to you!
Don't be shy, the weapons that everyone is carrying is mostly for show.... yeah.....
interesting verse in your signature...may i ask the name of the composer of such misery?
It was inspired by "The Wanderer" (Anonymous) from the Exeter Book 10th Century.
"So spoke the Wanderer, mindful of hardships and cruel slaughters;
Each dawn, I rise alone, mired in ancient sorrows. Wretched and deprived of my native land, I have had my mind bound with fetter. For many years, I lay hidden in the concealment of the earth, buried deep in stone. From there, I went, abject and winter-grieving, over the surface of the waves. I sought the prison of my noble kinsman. Sorrow is a cruel companion to one who can afford few friends, and the path of exile attends this mournful spirit.
And so this world, every day, is crumbling and falling. The rulers lie dead, deprived of revelry, bands of warriors lie fallen proud by the wall. War destroyed some, carried them away; a sorrowful man hid one deep within a grave. Thus the creator of men laid waste to this dwelling-place, until the old works of giants stood vacant, without the noise of their inhabitants.
So said the Wanderer, set apart in secret meditations.
The kingdom of the earth if full of miseries, and the decree of the fates shall change the course of the heavens."
Ok folks sorry for that. -chuckles- I get a bit... overwinded on certain things.
And to Gil-Galad...
"Gilgalad was a mighty kind, of him the harpers warmly sing..."
-chuckles and sighs-
"to you, the daring venturers and adventurers, and whoever hath embarked
with cunning sails upon frightful seas,--
to you the enigma-intoxicated, the twilight-enjoyers, whose souls are
allured by flutes to every treacherous gulf:
--for ye dislike to grope at a thread with cowardly hand; and where ye can
DIVINE, there do ye hate to CALCULATE--"
hardee har har!
-chuckles and arches a brow- Toche!
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