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restoman
The paint fumes have cleared so I'm
No shit!Excellent story, but I lost my train of thought right about here.....
I was just kind of half-assed paying attention till the Princesses showed up.
What did they do next? Were they fully clothed or naked and cavorting with elves?
Do tell.
6pkrunner
I think I'm pleasurin' myself but I'm just
The princesses did indeed all awake at the exact same time as it seemed each one of them had the same dream that a small voice cried out for help across the vastness emptiness of Moistthighnia.
The princesses were the descendants of King Longflanks, Lord of the Order of the Stiff Third Leg. Hundreds of years in the past when he was but a lad he had an affair with wife of the then sitting monarch, Viscount Shrinkage of the Limp Member Clan. Longflanks was caught in the middle of a stern tongue lashing and the Viscount had the court magician curse him and his family for the rest of time. The curse would dry the skin of the cursee until it became brittle and crack like dried mud. It didn't take Longflanks long to discover warm scented oil applied during the dawn of the day would hold the curse in check. This information was passed down with each successive generation, while the hope of finding a cure never faded completely from memory.
So as the princesses were summoned from their slumber they realized that before any discussion or action could take place the dawn's oil coating must be applied to stay the advance of the curse.
This ritual had taken place for so long it was second nature to the princesses. A fire warmed the glass vase that contained the lilac scented oil and kept it at just above body temperature. To ensure that every inch of their skin was coated the princesses would rub each other verifying the completeness of coating. In the long shadows of the rising sun the princesses disrobed and drew several bowls of warm scented oil. They formed a circle and held hands as they offered their morning prayer to the Gods to show lieniancy and break this horrible curse. "Oh, most honorable gods above. Please show us your mercy and break this wretched curse that forces us to perform this task day in and day out with no respite. Hear our voices and free us for this task."
Once the chant was completed th princesses went about their tasks of pouring the warm oil in their hands and rubbing each other liberally. They knew that every nook and cranny would have to be rubbed to ensure the curse had no place to take hold and work its evil. Princess Clitona and Princess Vulvian both fell to their knees in preparation of rubbing the others from the waist down. They had proven time and time again that both their hands and their uncommonly long tongues could better find the
Achhhhh!!!! Hack!!!! Hack!!! Gak!
-Oh no the storyteller has been overcome with some sort of seizure.
The princesses were the descendants of King Longflanks, Lord of the Order of the Stiff Third Leg. Hundreds of years in the past when he was but a lad he had an affair with wife of the then sitting monarch, Viscount Shrinkage of the Limp Member Clan. Longflanks was caught in the middle of a stern tongue lashing and the Viscount had the court magician curse him and his family for the rest of time. The curse would dry the skin of the cursee until it became brittle and crack like dried mud. It didn't take Longflanks long to discover warm scented oil applied during the dawn of the day would hold the curse in check. This information was passed down with each successive generation, while the hope of finding a cure never faded completely from memory.
So as the princesses were summoned from their slumber they realized that before any discussion or action could take place the dawn's oil coating must be applied to stay the advance of the curse.
This ritual had taken place for so long it was second nature to the princesses. A fire warmed the glass vase that contained the lilac scented oil and kept it at just above body temperature. To ensure that every inch of their skin was coated the princesses would rub each other verifying the completeness of coating. In the long shadows of the rising sun the princesses disrobed and drew several bowls of warm scented oil. They formed a circle and held hands as they offered their morning prayer to the Gods to show lieniancy and break this horrible curse. "Oh, most honorable gods above. Please show us your mercy and break this wretched curse that forces us to perform this task day in and day out with no respite. Hear our voices and free us for this task."
Once the chant was completed th princesses went about their tasks of pouring the warm oil in their hands and rubbing each other liberally. They knew that every nook and cranny would have to be rubbed to ensure the curse had no place to take hold and work its evil. Princess Clitona and Princess Vulvian both fell to their knees in preparation of rubbing the others from the waist down. They had proven time and time again that both their hands and their uncommonly long tongues could better find the
Achhhhh!!!! Hack!!!! Hack!!! Gak!
-Oh no the storyteller has been overcome with some sort of seizure.
not a charger
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Orvil, was your rant directed at me? :huh:
[smilie=f:
not a charger
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He's a big boy. I'm sure he can answer for himself. 
not a charger
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LOL right back atcha, I guess.
Not A Duster
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*sigh*
greg340 "GREGGLES"
sleeping in a vat of jello
So how 'bout those Giants???:huh: