not-so-swift Snowmane
Nahar:**Monty Python and the Holy Grail-esque gathering and parting of the clouds for God the horse of Oromë**
Snoooooowmaaaaaaaaaaane....Snoooooooooooowmaaaaaaaaaaaaane.....
Snowmane:O.O
Holy roadapples.
Ummm...yessir? If this is about chasing Roffy's mares, hey, I can explain...
Nahar:No, actually... it's about me getting bored and wanting to torture mortals. Even dead ones.
You have a quest, Snowmane.
Snowmane:Should I be averting my eyes or something here? *eyedart*
Oh, ah, crap.
Ummm...okay! *prances* What do you wish of me, o Horse of my Lord?
Nahar:Probably. I'd yell at you though.
:D
You must seek The Holy Grail the Beer Stein of Ulmo! That is your quest.
And it's only fair. He stole my favorite shoes. Or... at least I think it was him. Anyway, it should be amusing.
Snowmane:Ooo no thank you, I wet myself when I'm yelled at.
QUEST!!! questquestquestquestquestquest. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*gallops off vaguely ocean-ward*
Nahar:Thank you. :) I'll remember that.
SNOWMANE!!!!
**cough** Good luck! Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! **clouds close with a snap**
* snort*