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Pitchwife · 02-23-2016, 02:14 PM

Formendacil, who had bought one of Gal55's calendars, couldn't contain his disappointment when he found that every single one of its 7500 pages was identical! "The calendar of the Seventh Age was a trifle monotonous," he complained.

Apparently the monotony extended even to the celestial spheres, for later that night Legate observed this in his telescope:

"Tilion always takes a bow and pines for the glory days of Aule The Smiths during that time of the month," Oddwen commented when he allowed her to look through the glass.

Rune was haunted by troubling dreams that very same night, and waking up sketched this:

He showed it to his Little Green psychotherapist who analysed it as "Legolas is alarmed by a Gimli-shaped cloud."

This was overheard by TGEW who found the idea intriguing enough to turn it into a fresco extending along a whole corridor:

(to be continued)

02-23-2016, 02:14 PM	#11
Pitchwife Wight of the Old Forest Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: Unattended on the railway station, in the litter at the dancehall Posts: 3,329	Formendacil, who had bought one of Gal55's calendars, couldn't contain his disappointment when he found that every single one of its 7500 pages was identical! "The calendar of the Seventh Age was a trifle monotonous," he complained. Apparently the monotony extended even to the celestial spheres, for later that night Legate observed this in his telescope: "Tilion always takes a bow and pines for the glory days of Aule The Smiths during that time of the month," Oddwen commented when he allowed her to look through the glass. Rune was haunted by troubling dreams that very same night, and waking up sketched this: He showed it to his Little Green psychotherapist who analysed it as "Legolas is alarmed by a Gimli-shaped cloud." This was overheard by TGEW who found the idea intriguing enough to turn it into a fresco extending along a whole corridor: (to be continued) __________________ Und aus dem Erebos kamen viele seelen herauf der abgeschiedenen toten.- Homer, Odyssey, Canto XI