[Ansteorra] I have a question

[Sir Lyonel]

Salut cozyns,

Though silly, my tale is true. The opponent with the fish shield no  
longer plays, but his brother was founding baron for a group in  
Artemisia. I don't think Ansteorran's are ever introduced to the sad  
indignity of carpet armor.

The very nice lady in the Elizabethan dress turned out to be only  
seventeen. I was eleven years her senior and recently divorced. A  
legal pairing, perhaps, but the thought of intimacy with a teen made  
me feel like a pedophile, so I ended the day alone.

En Lyonel

Dennis Grace
Investigator/Negotiator
www.MedicalBillDog.com
Twitter @MedicalBillDog

Sent from my iPhone

On Jul 17, 2010, at 5:16 AM, Sir Lyonel <sirlyonel at hotmail.com> wrote:

> A bunch of guys in dresses and funny hats and hose put me in what  
> they said was "armor" and gave me a "sword" and told me to kill  
> another guy who was also dressed in "armor." The "armor" was metal- 
> covered knee and elbow pads and an over-sized coat made of inside- 
> out carpet. It smelled of old feet. They also stuck a "helm" on my  
> head. It was a big steel cylinder with eye slots. I felt like I was  
> stuck in a smelly closet, looking out a little window. My hands were  
> protected by hockey gloves covered with chunks of over-lapping rust.  
> The sword was a five-foot long, duct-taped stick.
>
> The other guy's armor looked like it actually fit him. He had a  
> shorter "sword" and a big shield with fishes painted on it. I guess  
> that meant he was a pisces.
>
> One of the guys in a dress said "Lay on." The guy with the shield  
> came toward me, I managed to side-step him, even though the closet I  
> was in seemed to only just barely move with me.
>
> The guy with the shield charged. I turned ten kan and brought my  
> sword down hard on his helm. The guy with the shield fell down.
>
> "Hey," said the guy with the dress, "you've done this before."
>
> I said, "Well, I have a black belt in kendo, but this is my first  
> time fighting while wearing a closet. Can someone help me out of  
> this? I can no longer feel my arms."
>
> As they were pulling the scraps of carpet off of me, a pretty lady  
> in a huge dress (she could have hidden a small army of children in  
> those skirts) asked, "What is your name, milord?"
>
> My name is Dennis, but I figured that would sound like a straight- 
> line for a Monty Python joke, and I'd already heard enough of those  
> for one day. So I said, "Lyonel," which was the only name I could  
> recall from the Morte D'Arthur that didn't sound pretentious. I  
> couldn't very well say "Lancelot" with my hair all helmet-scrunched  
> like that.
>
> Then the pretty lady fed me. I smelled like feet for the rest of the  
> day.
>
> En Lyonel
>
> Sent from my iPhone
>
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