Ecclesiastical Inquisition/La Nokto Gardi

[Kensington]

*waves and throws custard tarts*

Feeling older bretheren?
No longer do I have to preach about celibacy, you lot cannot afford the viagra to keep it up in Madam Laceys Boudoir.

Ah the days of heathenism well heathenism under the name of Leto, he didn't care he was nuts weren't he?

And no we will not be back.
Not yet anyway

[Akinabalu]

::Running trying to catch the custard....
::Hand shaky...[yeah i felt age is catching up]
::Tart all over face....

Really miss the old day...You, Thomas, Nighthawk, Zombie, Delta, Revenger, Lady Cosette, Richard, Wolfe...and the other friend i forgot their name.

Don't want to try one more time my Abbot?

[Lady Maven]

Hell no he won't try again.

He fears me and my mad leet skills

[Kensington]

Well I am still trying to relearn the game !

*ponders*

Well I guess that never stopped me the first time

Greetings Akina, are you still playing?

And Maven, fear my farting dragon.

[Kensington]

I will bring em back if I have 5 members post below this.

[Kensington]

The sound of banging filled the air and no it wasn't a 2 for 1 at the local whore house. Kensington stood on his horse and with a mouthful of nails attempted to pin up a banner.
'Neigh!' *Thump* *Thump* 'Aaaaagh'
Kensington swore at his horse and pinned up a little more.
*thump* 'Neigh!' *Thwat* 'Bugger' *Clonk* 'Sorry !'
With the dawn in sight Kensington moved to his last position and raised his hammer, his luck was with him as he hit the last few nails into the wall.
Walking his horse backwards Kensington admired his work.
'Happy New Year all you EIers'

At that point a sentry cried 'Horses on the horizon !'
Kensington turned around and saw the enemy.
'Open the gates ! Open the gates!'

The guards scampered down the towers and made their way to the crank. They started turning it.
The gate started to open but then stopped !
'Whats going on !' cried Kensington
But he didn't need an answer as he watched the gate try to open into the well nailed banner across it.
'Bugger'

[Thomas]

OOC

Not playing the game due to time contraints and interest, but I'm glad to see you! As you say, CHEERS!

IC

The tall, black clad fellow peered over the balkworks. He looked around, and spying the old man, moved over above him on the catwalk, gracefully. With a small bow, the hood of his cloak still pulled low over his face, as usual, he smirked. "The old folk's home let you out? I'll be damned...." Thomas toyed with a rope, swinging it back and forth, as if taunting his old comrad.