[K T Ong]

Hello everyone, how about a roleplaying poem? I'll start the first few lines:

Of yore a maiden fairer than spring
Came upon the land
Bearing a harp of gold of silver
In her gentle hand
The peasants were joyous to meet her
And asked her to play
Upon her harp, which she did so well
They begged her to stay

Would you like to continue? [img]smile.gif[/img]

[ 02-09-2002: Message edited by: K T Ong ]