SeverinR
Vala
Sitting in my large arm chair by the fire, a snow storm raging outside, the howl of dire wolves in the distant, sipping from a goblet of aged Elven wine, my demon dog on my left, and hellcat on my right,
I bid you all a merry Christmas and a bountiful new year too.
May the drums of war never stray to near, you find profit in all you do, that your imagination and your inkwell never run dry and that plump strangely bearded elf brings you all you want, and all your family find their way to your homestead by Christmas.
I bid you all a merry Christmas and a bountiful new year too.
May the drums of war never stray to near, you find profit in all you do, that your imagination and your inkwell never run dry and that plump strangely bearded elf brings you all you want, and all your family find their way to your homestead by Christmas.
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Myth Weaver
Archmage