A well-regulated Militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed ~Second Amendment.
I am Lorelie, a common peasant whom is humbly requesting to join the mighty knighthood. I am hereby creating my own thread, for logging the official count and for own personal rejoice.
As for the future knight name, I hopefully wish you master knights can find a suitable knight name for my needs.
Your humble servant, -Lorelie
There are three types of people in this world: those who make things happen, those who watch things happen and those who wonder what happened.
Welcome to the Squires, @Lorelie! We're glad to have you join us. Your name has been added to the Squires' roll, and we hope you like your squirely name. If you ever want it changed, please don't hesitate to let us know.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
Greetings, knights. I am eternally grateful that you have allowed me to have this audience.
I have lived in this land for many long years, in the days when Pat Buchanan was the simple answer to everything. While I have wandered wide and far, I have returned with a desire to review. What a delightful idea, was the Greenroom! That was not there back in my day!
Could you allow a foreigner come home to try for your ranks?
Ferran Wright, weary from riding in circles tracking down the abode of the knights, rides through the gates clacking her coconut shells (as directed by the Monty Python GIF). “This lone warrior Ferran wishes to join the order of the knights” she calls to the high stone battlements. As soon as the cry is made, she turns heel to reach the battel ground before sunset and prove herself worthy.
The world is what you make of it and the universe how you dream.
May your reviewing hold fast through the perilous Green Room.
