Fjord ChristmasBy: Lady Nyx/Kth
Twas the night before Yule, and all through
the Fjord,
All the Frees were away, because Thoron did snore.....
The bond maids were nestled, all snug in the beds,
while visions of (CENSORED), went through their dear heads *G*
Now Kurzon was raiding, that wily old Jarl,
and Nyx was out making more money than Tarl.
When out on the Fjord there a-rang such a clatter,
the bond maids jumped up to see what was the matter!
Heading for the door they fell flat on their faces,
cuz each one was chained to a log in their places.
The Gorean moons shining softly and bright,
left tracks on the cold wintery snow in the night.
When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but a miniature serpent ship, with oars long and clear
A dipping and pulling that ship through the Fjord,
with a maniac standing on decks with a sword.
More rapid than tarns flying high in the sky
Did that serpent ship glide close to shore on the tide
The bond maids were frightened and called out for aid
When Mistress Cassandra arrived, dressed in jade
Her eyes, how they glittered
Her face, what a fury!
With sling and ramberries, She ran in a hurry
A snapping and pelting that Man on the deck
with soggy old ramberries, He yelled, What the heck???
He ducked, but no use for Her aim was too true
and soon He was covered in red, purple and blue!
She didn't let up, that Haruspex of the Fjord
And each time He peeks o'er the deck, well, She scored!
Then TALTOS arrived on the scene, dressed in leather
He wanted to help, but Cass just did it better!
He yelled out for Vandark, who sprang with a leap
Who fell over shiva, they crashed in a heap
Takan came a running, hearing the fray
And tripped over Vandark, Who got in His way
So there was Cassandra, alone on the docks,
Defending the Fjord, while the rest found their….socks *EG*
takashi was awed by the Mistress's aim
and lyric was clapping, extolling Her fame
When out from behind a few clouds full and bright
Three Gorean moons softly lit up the night
Then all could see that t'was no Raider on board
Just poor Master CASCA, still clutching His sword
"Someone stop that Woman!" He cried loud and clear
But We were still laughing, with nothing to fear
And We heard Him exclaim as His gifts He did bring
Happy Yule to the Fjord, now STOP WITH THAT SLING!