What boorish tomfoolery be this?

Who threw that?

[ooc; I have a packed Saturday so backdating will be welcomed.]

Am I the only man that stands aghast? What manner of warfare is all for a flag? That be no banner of a conquered nation filled with riches best fitting the victor by Nike's pale hands. Echo the confusion of mine, brethren. Where are the true warriors? Hast thou forgotten thy battle cry? Not I, not I. The unfurled white flag hoisted at midnight ( Read more... )

Good citizenry, allow me to make a matter more clear. Therein this motley territory are two gentleman by the rare christened name Tybalt. No assumptions to the other man shall I make but speak only for myself to prevent further confusion.

I am a Capulet of Verona Beach. Yes, the family that climbed the summit of commerce to reign for generations. ( Read more... )

Three, sayeth the man. Thrice. Is that so many? What be a civil brawl in Verona streets where a lesser man be pierced straight through at the price of a glance? My hand is unstained. So same for that Montague dog. My kinsmen and I have the right to be armed. And weapons have not a purpose of being if they are not drawn to defense ( Read more... )

Christmastide comes. All speak of it, surely all celebrate. Holy Rome keeps it's tradition herein. This city may not be all lost. I must seek out a priest to absolve me before the holiest night. I seek not the ear nor attention of Saint Nicholas especially. Juliet should tell her wishes. Mayhaps an elf will listen to carry the message to his master ( Read more... )