An Anglo Saxon Lifestyle.

[The Shadow of Korriban]

Methinks it would be best if you all recognized King Richard as the greatest man to lay foot upon the blessed soil of these lime-green lands.  *Herman unsheathes his witch-cleaver*

[Scott McLamok]

*Draws sword and raises it in the air*
"DEUS VULT"

[lass of something much]

"I'm sorry, I wish not to slay you, but I will if I must! leave my family, and you shall not fall by my paw."

[shisteer of nothing much]

Methinks it would be best if you all recognized King Richard as the greatest man to lay foot upon the blessed soil of these lime-green lands.  *Herman unsheathes his witch-cleaver*

*looks around* But we've never even seen King Richard. How can we recognise him?

[lass of something much]

"dreaming, I guess.."

[Booklover]

*downs a tankard of ale* To the King!

*eyes widen*
Does... does that count as under age drinking?

Anglo-Saxon lifestyle, remember? As far as I know, they didn't have those laws. Although I'm not entirely sure.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Yeah, true. Still, we're going for the lifestyle but the laws of our lands still exist, since we're not actually going back in time.

[lass of something much]

 

[Scott McLamok]

I am pretty sure they would have some crude form of law dontcha think?

[lass of something much]

*blinks a few times*...

[Booklover]

More than a crude one. But I don't think that they had any regarding (what we consider as) underage drinking.

[Verdauga]

Their alcohol was also less concentrated than a lot of alcohol today.

Methinks it would be best if you all recognized King Richard as the greatest man to lay foot upon the blessed soil of these lime-green lands.  *Herman unsheathes his witch-cleaver*

*Draws self up to full height.*

I am the namesake of Lord Verdauga Greeneyes, leader and master of the Thousand Eye Army. I have the cleaver Thomasbane, to set my foes in twain. I have trod the frays of space, I have trod the verge of reality and falsity. I care not witch cleaver thou hast, for thy skills are no match for mine. I have but one condition afore this duel shall commence. Suffer Teer and Lass to leave the field. Thy quarry is with me, not them.

[shisteer of nothing much]

*also draws self up to full height and stretches, yawning widely*

Dearest, you forgot to mention that you're my husband. That counts for a fair amount of prestige. I think it a little unfair that your first mention of me is to banish me from the fun.

[Verdauga]

It is a formality, and hardly fun. I cannot even kill them, and they count it not as prestige our marriage.

[lass of something much]

Their alcohol was also less concentrated than a lot of alcohol today.

Methinks it would be best if you all recognized King Richard as the greatest man to lay foot upon the blessed soil of these lime-green lands.  *Herman unsheathes his witch-cleaver*

*Draws self up to full height.*

I am the namesake of Lord Verdauga Greeneyes, leader and master of the Thousand Eye Army. I have the cleaver Thomasbane, to set my foes in twain. I have trod the frays of space, I have trod the verge of reality and falsity. I care not witch cleaver thou hast, for thy skills are no match for mine. I have but one condition afore this duel shall commence. Suffer Teer and Lass to leave the field. Thy quarry is with me, not them.

HOW DO I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS?!?