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Sat Oct 31, 2020 7:43 pm |
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Sir Scarz, may I please purchase 2 gems from you?
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Sat Oct 31, 2020 9:46 pm |
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Of course, Lady Rayven.
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Sat Oct 31, 2020 11:46 pm |
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Thank you, Sir Scarz.  Gold sent.
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Sun Nov 01, 2020 3:10 am |
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And received, Lady Rayven.
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Fri Nov 27, 2020 9:54 pm |
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OMG. RAYVEN AND SCARZ ARE STILL HERE. AFTER ALL THIS TIME. THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY. PLEASE EXCUSE THIS REPLY AS SPAM BUT THIS MAKES THOU HEART SO FULL TO SEE FAMILIAR FACES AFTER THE LONG WINDED JOURNEY THOUST HAS TRAVELED FOR THE PAST DECADE.
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Sat Nov 28, 2020 4:10 am |
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Tis always good to see old faces return, even if for a visit. Blazestorm is the current owner of the site and there is still a small circle of people who are still active here, thankfully.
Tis always been my home, ever since I found Zan back in 2006. . .
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Sat Nov 28, 2020 1:39 pm |
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Hello Maximus. Yes, I am the current owner and I have sent you a PM to follow up with you concerning what you'd like to do. I apologize for not being around yesterday while you were stopping by, but I'm sure we can sort out things soon enough! And as Scarz says, it's always nice to see 'old' faces stopping by! 
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Tue Dec 01, 2020 4:56 pm |
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Sir Scarz, may I please buy 3 gems from you?
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Tue Dec 01, 2020 6:27 pm |
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Of course, milady.
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Dedicated Citizen
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Tue Dec 01, 2020 8:09 pm |
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Thank you very much, milord. *smiles*
Umm...nice legs, by the way.   *runs off chittering about men in nightgowns*
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Tue Dec 01, 2020 11:27 pm |
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Thou art most welcome, milady.
*shakes head* I guess thou hast not heard of Wee Willie Winkie. . .Scottish, what dost thou expect
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toon,
Up stairs an’ doon stairs in his nicht-gown,
Tirlin’ at the window, crying at the lock,
“Are the weans in their bed, for it’s now ten o’clock?”
“Hey, Willie Winkie, are ye comin’ ben?
The cat’s singin grey thrums to the sleepin hen,
The dog’s speldert on the floor and disna gie a cheep,
But here’s a waukrife laddie, that wunna fa’ asleep.”
Onything but sleep, you rogue, glow’ring like the moon,
Rattlin’ in an airn jug wi’ an airn spoon,
Rumblin’, tumblin’ roon about, crawin’ like a ****,(another word for rooster)
Skirlin like a kenna-what, waukenin’ sleepin’ fock.
“Hey Willie Winkie, the wean’s in a creel,
Wamblin’ aff a bodie’s knee like a verra eel,
Ruggin’ at the cat’s lug and raveling a’ her thrums-
Hey Willie Winkie – see there he comes.”
Wearit is the mither that has a stoorie wean,
A wee, stumpie, stousie, that canna rin his lane,
That has a battle aye wi’ sleep afore he’ll close an e’e-
But a kiss frae aff his rosy lips gies strength anew to me.
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Tue Dec 01, 2020 11:42 pm |
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I know but it's still funny.  I've never heard the whole poem before. Cute! What I can understand of it anyway.
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Defender of the Realm
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Wed Dec 02, 2020 12:52 am |
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*chuckles* Here is the English version:
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Up stairs and down stairs in his night-gown,
Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,
Are the children in their bed, for it’s past ten o’clock?
Hey, Willie Winkie, are you coming in?
The cat is singing purring sounds to the sleeping hen,
The dog’s spread out on the floor, and doesn’t give a cheep,
But here’s a wakeful little boy who will not fall asleep!
Anything but sleep, you rogue! glowering like the moon,’
Rattling in an iron jug with an iron spoon,
Rumbling, tumbling round about, crowing like a ****,
Shrieking like I don’t know what, waking sleeping folk.
Hey, Willie Winkie – the child’s in a creel!
Wriggling from everyone’s knee like an eel,
Tugging at the cat’s ear, and confusing all her thrums
Hey, Willie Winkie – see, there he comes!”
Weary is the mother who has a dusty child,
A small short little child, who can’t run on his own,
Who always has a battle with sleep before he’ll close an eye
But a kiss from his rosy lips gives strength anew to me.
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Wed Dec 02, 2020 1:24 am |
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I bet it would be neat to hear a Scottish person read it in their accent. I've always loved the Scottish accent.
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Defender of the Realm
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Wed Dec 02, 2020 2:54 am |
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I would love to hear that, too. . .I can do it in my poor Scottish accent, but I donnae think it tis the same.
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