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Poetry News Post #5875

Why do I never remember things?

Written by: Kastanie Schmalfuss
Date: Monday, September 12th, 2022
Addressed to: Everyone


(On a short note: all names have been made unclear to the all of you.
If you are part of this story, you know!)

Perhaps, I just as usual simply cannot remember....perhaps...it was...
Sometime in Miraman, in the year 422 AF.
Values of a City and a Guild were getting very brostible; a quite secret house was founded - knowing to Push it forwards would need long breath.

That was the time where I came to to talk about a few recent events within my life at that time.
Spat on my socks and polished them 'till they started to shine.

First off I let the secret mebers know that after being classless my entire life,
I have joined the Jesters.
Yes, I know! Hard to believe but it is true, it is true, brothers and sisters!

Knowing my nature is more likely the one of a so very curious little bugger,
I thought that that could be my destiny.
But then all of a sudden Uncle (Sir) Nxxxx Lb stood in front of me.

He told me all about the house of the D's.
The house and as it seems;
That it is like the sometimes more calm nature of mine. I therefor agreed directly to join the House.
However of course never quite like a mouse.

Again talking to uncle Sir N. L. - it occured to me - that I am in a house of
Knights and many of my skills shouldn't be practised in public.

We for instance discussed the banana peel trick and a few other skills.
All kind of and some even remembering of some kind of lubric.

So at some point, somehow - I ended up in an experiment - that mostlikely I always tend to end up in, however was not knightly at all as well.

I met my friend Mxxx - who used to be a Jester and got to meet Lady Cxxxxxx, too - and had this great idea - however end of the day nuffin to smooth to think of, such as gel.

I asked for a firecracker and also for a bomb.
Both prolly thought I'd be better off with a comb.

So they looked at me in total confusion, not even knowing what I
would be up to...both agreed that the firecracker and the bomb had
nothing - but nothing in comon - and that the whole idea was not funnny and more important -
not really understandable at all.
I kept looking at them, shuffling my feet, wigglin my little bum to then end up peering and pouting at the wall.

Why were they thinking that I was trying to be funny?
This, what I was planning, was straight dead bass science, hunny!

Never the less, being anxious on what wonders might
happen - I asked Lady C. to give me the firecracker - when lit - as
well as for my frind M. to throw a bomb towards me as soon as I had the firecracker.

I musn't say that my hands blew up and also I blackend out on this whole
expieriment. What some strange big idea, arising as usual way slacker.

So after this - (as they said...still dun get it...-->) not too funny, however as it seemed foolish expieriment -
I took some time to ponder on the scrolls I have read within this secret House.

Silently I snuck around the streets of Cyrene, checking all blueprints, yet without any arouse.

Until I remembered the talk about the virtues within this secret House with uncle
N. and came to a conclusion!

I will depart from this house to leave for a long journey. I will look
for other Jesters - especially them - who feel like living their life
more knightfully, using their tomfoolery skills only in combat and not in a
blunt idea of tending their own business as usual. Boy, I tell ya! The house was quite in a revolt. And all in all my decision lead to massive confusion!

My pledge not rest - 'till I strive to become what I wish to be, I will even go so far to meditate for Hours of peacefullness (<-- haha...hahaha...).
Wandering around in the wilderness touching this and that and sometimes leaving some resentfulness.

Telling the house: if any Jesters end up coming to you, wishing to become a Knight you may see it as a
Sign that my mind is totally balanced out - my nature has totally ended
Up being with neutral sight - and I have made impossible possible!

But yes, things concerning chivalry will then be brostible.

After walking the lands yessus...I know, I know; touching way too many things
I come to the conclusion that I recomend:
Perhaps make a banana split (in two pieces), when doing the banana peel trick; take the two pieces and Start to wield;
Do a double slash into a cookie and take the banana peel and use it as a shield.

This might look quite foolish - but then again, wasn't I told that using the banana peel trick in public Isn't the right thing to do?
Enough of this little story! Lemme now be off now, gotta spoon out your own cooked stew.

Sprinkle, sprinkle!
Chip, chap and wrinkle, wrinkle!
May Silvestri Carnivalis knock at your door;
however - beware, beware - never a big ol Manticore.

I'll be back - I promise and yes - with this new story pulled out of my backpack.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Lupar, in the year 897 AF.


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Poetry News Post #5875

Why do I never remember things?

Written by: Kastanie Schmalfuss
Date: Monday, September 12th, 2022
Addressed to: Everyone


(On a short note: all names have been made unclear to the all of you.
If you are part of this story, you know!)

Perhaps, I just as usual simply cannot remember....perhaps...it was...
Sometime in Miraman, in the year 422 AF.
Values of a City and a Guild were getting very brostible; a quite secret house was founded - knowing to Push it forwards would need long breath.

That was the time where I came to to talk about a few recent events within my life at that time.
Spat on my socks and polished them 'till they started to shine.

First off I let the secret mebers know that after being classless my entire life,
I have joined the Jesters.
Yes, I know! Hard to believe but it is true, it is true, brothers and sisters!

Knowing my nature is more likely the one of a so very curious little bugger,
I thought that that could be my destiny.
But then all of a sudden Uncle (Sir) Nxxxx Lb stood in front of me.

He told me all about the house of the D's.
The house and as it seems;
That it is like the sometimes more calm nature of mine. I therefor agreed directly to join the House.
However of course never quite like a mouse.

Again talking to uncle Sir N. L. - it occured to me - that I am in a house of
Knights and many of my skills shouldn't be practised in public.

We for instance discussed the banana peel trick and a few other skills.
All kind of and some even remembering of some kind of lubric.

So at some point, somehow - I ended up in an experiment - that mostlikely I always tend to end up in, however was not knightly at all as well.

I met my friend Mxxx - who used to be a Jester and got to meet Lady Cxxxxxx, too - and had this great idea - however end of the day nuffin to smooth to think of, such as gel.

I asked for a firecracker and also for a bomb.
Both prolly thought I'd be better off with a comb.

So they looked at me in total confusion, not even knowing what I
would be up to...both agreed that the firecracker and the bomb had
nothing - but nothing in comon - and that the whole idea was not funnny and more important -
not really understandable at all.
I kept looking at them, shuffling my feet, wigglin my little bum to then end up peering and pouting at the wall.

Why were they thinking that I was trying to be funny?
This, what I was planning, was straight dead bass science, hunny!

Never the less, being anxious on what wonders might
happen - I asked Lady C. to give me the firecracker - when lit - as
well as for my frind M. to throw a bomb towards me as soon as I had the firecracker.

I musn't say that my hands blew up and also I blackend out on this whole
expieriment. What some strange big idea, arising as usual way slacker.

So after this - (as they said...still dun get it...-->) not too funny, however as it seemed foolish expieriment -
I took some time to ponder on the scrolls I have read within this secret House.

Silently I snuck around the streets of Cyrene, checking all blueprints, yet without any arouse.

Until I remembered the talk about the virtues within this secret House with uncle
N. and came to a conclusion!

I will depart from this house to leave for a long journey. I will look
for other Jesters - especially them - who feel like living their life
more knightfully, using their tomfoolery skills only in combat and not in a
blunt idea of tending their own business as usual. Boy, I tell ya! The house was quite in a revolt. And all in all my decision lead to massive confusion!

My pledge not rest - 'till I strive to become what I wish to be, I will even go so far to meditate for Hours of peacefullness (<-- haha...hahaha...).
Wandering around in the wilderness touching this and that and sometimes leaving some resentfulness.

Telling the house: if any Jesters end up coming to you, wishing to become a Knight you may see it as a
Sign that my mind is totally balanced out - my nature has totally ended
Up being with neutral sight - and I have made impossible possible!

But yes, things concerning chivalry will then be brostible.

After walking the lands yessus...I know, I know; touching way too many things
I come to the conclusion that I recomend:
Perhaps make a banana split (in two pieces), when doing the banana peel trick; take the two pieces and Start to wield;
Do a double slash into a cookie and take the banana peel and use it as a shield.

This might look quite foolish - but then again, wasn't I told that using the banana peel trick in public Isn't the right thing to do?
Enough of this little story! Lemme now be off now, gotta spoon out your own cooked stew.

Sprinkle, sprinkle!
Chip, chap and wrinkle, wrinkle!
May Silvestri Carnivalis knock at your door;
however - beware, beware - never a big ol Manticore.

I'll be back - I promise and yes - with this new story pulled out of my backpack.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Lupar, in the year 897 AF.


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