Shireroth

Menu at the Petite Ball BanquetMENUTimbale of Shellfish from the Northern SeasSea Urchin Sauce*Roast Venison from the Imperial Forests of StormarkRissole Potatoes from Frigga IslandPeas à la ParisienneSauté Mushroom and Morel Sauce*Vol-Au-Vent Perfect UnionWhite Hurmudan Asparagus and Yrjar Chicken with a Sprinkling of Apple Cider*White Chocolate DéliceViking Prince and Viking Princess*La Cigaralle du Comte de Normandie 2000Loonois Château de Finistère 1996En Magnum*Champagne MercierCuvée Ragnhild

Can I have a grilled cheese? Or two? Or five? They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

Honoured Guests,Welcome at this Banquet!! I'm giving this Banquet to celebrate my return to Elwynn.

Sure!!* snaps fingers *Waiter, get the Duke of Yardistan five big piecesof grilled Svecia cheese. Edited by: sovereignvikingemperor  at: 9/11/05 2:48

*walks in*A fine banquet indeed! Surely you have prepared a place for a hungry High Priest and Minister? There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

SWEET! And Pepsi One! I FUCKING LOVE PEPSI ONE!*gets up from keyboard and goes to get another can* They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

*opens an umbrella to shield himself from the flying food coming off of Moose's table* There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

Hey, that's what happens when you give ale to a bunch of Midget Engineers! They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

*peaks out*That doesn't suprise me.*hides again and waits for the host* There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

Shut up and pass the Château de Finistère... please.

*watches as the Midget's throw one at him* There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

Even the biggest of my Engineers is no match for the iron liver of a Babkhan, let alone Ardy. Please, help yourself to our flagons. They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

*Eoin arrives in, wearing upon as a hat what looks like a very surprised stag's head. He is already reeling drunkenly. It's late enough to get drunk. It's too early to already be so*Hey, where's the party at? I drove my cart into someone, but I think they're all right.*spots Ardashir*Hey ole buddy ole pal, give us a drink...*He is easily the most pathetic excuse for a drunk in the room.* Wil Nider to the HyperboreansEoin to the restZirandorthel to the ages

"Ooh midgets. Midgets funny. Especially when they burn. I could never work out why that is. Maybe if I set fire to another I'll be able to figure it out."*Grabs a pygmy oompa loompa creature and reaches into his pocket for a lighter*"Love the entertainment guys, almost as much fun as when I was in charge. Say, are there any elves left.... ow! That midget just bit my hand..."

Yes, these are no ordinary midgets. These are the Evil Midget Pirates of Willygoate (tm)! Blindness Is A Blessing

BACK, CAMEL! *grabs Tar from Ardy*These are MY Midget ENGINEERS, and attacking them is declaring war on all of Yardistan! *pulls out a gun and starts reciting Samuel L. Jackson lines from Pulp Fiction* They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

What, like "That's a good burger?" Wil Nider to the HyperboreansEoin to the restZirandorthel to the ages

No no no that is not declaring war on all of Yardistan. Now hijacking a flying island and saturating BAM with mustard gas, that's declaring war on all of Yardistan... to say nothing of hiring Alexandrians to saw off your antlers Now as to pulling a gun on me. No mortal weapon shall still the spirit of the Artakhshatra til our Lord the Flayed One comes to claim the homage of all creation... or something like that. Oh sod it.*Pulls a P-08 Luger*Say hello to my little friend, even fires silver bullets, just for Shirerithians. Edited by: Osman Shahanshah  at: 9/14/05 13:23

Because... we're... undead? There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

And no, no Elves, you did a smashing good job of clearing away the elves from here. :P There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

Hey, better safe than sorry.

*sneers* There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

Blast! He prepared for our zombie espers! Quick! Get me a paper clip, some bubble gum, and a spatula! We're going to go MACGIVER on his ass! They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

SIlver bullets are for werewolves, Greg. Blindness Is A Blessing

Our zombies were zombie werewolves, so we're still screwed. They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

Not entirely Fax, depending on the mythology silver can be harmfull to the undead as well. There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

Doublely Screwed? They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

Is it even possible to have a zombie werewolf? I suppose it would matter if they revert to human form after death, or as an undead creature, they still maintain the curse... There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

They died as a werewolf and the curse of the undead had already started infecting some of their systems before the body naturally started to revert to human form. They got back up and started being undead before much change back to human. They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

I suppose it depends on how you turn undead? There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.