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    General Thread 0 Featured October 10 , 2003

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    Author: * Cormar Niafer - 3 Posts on this thread out of 44 Posts sitewide.
    Date: Oct 12, 2003 - 19:37

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    Having spent most of my time in the beer tent trying out my new drinking horn and quietly observing the strange customs of this and many other foreign lands, I suddenly feel the need to seek out a healer. I am seeing two or three of everything. My legs betray me by buckling under me when I try to stand. Aye, this Irish lad has underestimated the potency of Germania's ale. With all the festive exertions and celebrations, I know there must be a healer hereabout. After several tries, I finally stagger to my feet and lurch out of the whirling, spinning tent. At least I have the presence of mind to pick up my drinking horn before I leave. It is empty and I have no desire to fill it again, at least for now.

    Toddling down the merchants' row, methinks I hear a familiar laugh. Pointing my wayward feet in that direction, I stumble into a tent. Sure enough, there sits the Bard of NiaFer, MacMorna, along with several of his twin brothers. They look at me in astonishment and say in one voice "Cormar!" I glance to this side and that side, fumble for my sword, then realize - oh yes, that is my name, I am Cormar! Curse that Viking brew!

    Then I notice a few ladies sitting with him. They all look like the little healer woman from the Rath, what was she called? Floss? Dross? By Dagda's big stick! I dinna know she had sisters! And all as pretty as herself. I hold out my hand and open my mouth to speak. Nothing comes out but one long and stenchful belch. I blush with humiliation.

    The healer and her sisters look worried. Mac and his twins all get up at the same time and the next thing I know I am sitting on the floor of the tent, staring stupidly up at the healer. She pours something into my drinking horn and tells me to swallow as much as I can. It smells sweet and tastes like flowers. The bitter taste of the viking brew is gone.

    Now I am all drowsy and warm, so I smile my thanks, curl up into a ball and begin to snore.


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