On 14 Oct 2004 at 15:34, Jeff G. wrote > (here is a starter for ya. . . . .) > > His Imperial Majesty Roddrick B'laine; son of Edward son of Uther; > Lord Protector of the 17 Realms, Champion of the Weak and Downtrodden > stood upon the westernmost edge of the unyielding granite tower of > Griffindell, his eyes shimmering like the sun on the waves of the > merciless C'ficap Sea; named for the one man to sail across and return > alive, clenched the fist that had wielded the dread sword Heklor > Koch, slayer of countless foes and enemies; and cast his fell gaze > upon the land of Medlir, the land of such unquenchable evil that it > had spawned the fearsome Urck-Argh, killer of the North, as well as > the terror only known as Darcniss, the most lethal assassin born, > whose unstoppable reign of death had claimed his beloved wife > Elindara, the half eleven Queen of Tolwais, and mother of his only > child Jarrick, the scion of the Blaine line, less than a fortnight > before, proving that he could strike in the heart of the Realm, and > destroy that which Roddrick held dearest to his heart, while he was > powerless to avenge her vicious slaying due to the Treaty of Gilneadom > that ended the centuries old struggle between the two nations, signed > on the same night the deadly killer struck the mortal blow to his lady > love only an arms reach away and seconds before Roddricks pen touched > the paper, wounding him in the most dehabilitaing manner, far worse > than his own death could have ever done. > Would have replied sooner - but I just finished the epic sentence. Do you think you could diagram that for me? ;-) M Michele Riccio mr1 at rcosta.com