Thread:Austenasia/@comment-4555021-20120424194127/@comment-5043865-20120425203349

Ah, my kin, many a maiden's virtue was taken by mine own self that glorious evening, as the Gærzhlargas played the Hymn of the Rjhedoranic Acrotharg, and the norks flowed freely with sweet honeysuckle mead and the finest milk, as if it were the mighty river Udenhjarm flowing mightily with the untamed waters of the Hjedlårdian sea. Even the Oustårjd Monks of the most holy Wœrjard order were making merry with the Bjarksif ale!