Elnara
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11/17/2013
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I notice that "Six weeks yet remain before his shadow may fall on your threshold."
This will be my first Christmas playing Fallen London...may I ask what horrors have come to pass on previous years? Were there hints of what may come this year?
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No photographer invitations please!
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Diptych
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11/17/2013
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Gods wake ye merry gentlemen
Tremble and dismay
The Crimson Beast of Winter comes
To make you all his prey
Keep your fool selves from his sack
Or you'll be drained away
For the Masters' lacreous ploy
Lacreous ploy
For the Maaaaasters' lacreous plooooy
In Bethlehem, that fine hotel
The lunatics all mourn
To its walls, the Manager
Has them merry borne
Victims they of Mr Sacks'
Contemptuous scorn
And the Masters' lacreous ploy
Lacreous ploy
And the Maaaaasters' lacreous plooooy
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Sir Frederick, the Libertarian Esotericist. Lord Hubris, the Bloody Baron.
Juniper Brown, the Ill-Fated Orphan. Esther Ellis-Hall, the Fashionable Fabian.
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Asclepius Unbound
Posts: 389
11/17/2013
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On the twelfth day of Christmas the Masters sent to me...
Twelve wingéd Masters
Eleven people taken
Ten appalling secrets
Nine glass keys
Eight cryptic clues
Seven is the Number
Six whispered secrets
FIVE CITIES DEEP
Four boxed cats
Three sisters
Two forbidden loves
...and a Sack into which I put me!
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Alas, Asclepius Unbound is now forever beyond the reach of invitations. A successful Seeker.
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Dawson
Posts: 137
11/22/2013
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In the spirit of resuscitating Sir Frederick's neathy caroling:
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Auntee got run over by a hansom,
Walking home from Spite one Sacksmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Mercies,
But as for me and [CONSTANT COMPANION] we believe!
She'd been drinkin' too much Greyfields,
And we'd begged her not to leave
But she forgot her sorrow spider,
So she stumbled out the door into the Neath!
When they found her Sacksmas mornin',
Facedown on the cobbled street
There were wheel prints on her forehead,
Correspondence sigils painted on her feet!
But my tough old crazy lady Auntee,
Survived that fateful Sacksmas rendez-vouz
She had to feed her bats all to the Boatman,
But now this year she'll live to 82!
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Cocytus
Posts: 187
11/22/2013
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I have also been inspired:
Hark the hallowed Masters gloat,
“GLORY TO THE UBERGOAT”
Grains of truth and oceans of rumour,
Pray it remains in good humour.
Joyful, all ye cities fall,
Heed the cheerful Neathy call.
With the gen’ral majority,
Bow to caprine authority!
Hark the hallowed Masters gloat,
“GLORY TO THE UBERGOAT”
Goat by lowest Neath adored,
Goat, our everlasting lord!
Fate and grind will make him come,
Offspring of a goaty womb.
Devouring flesh the goat’s head see,
Please strip us of our liberty.
Displeased as man with clay man to dwell,
Ubergoat, it came from hell.
Hark the hallowed Masters gloat,
“GLORY TO THE UBERGOAT”
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Cocytus, the Avuncular Wordsmith, a river outside a box.
Stock Titus, a rapturous individual ahead of its time. (Dormant)
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Diptych
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11/22/2013
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"Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer", Randy Brooks, 1979.
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Sir Frederick, the Libertarian Esotericist. Lord Hubris, the Bloody Baron.
Juniper Brown, the Ill-Fated Orphan. Esther Ellis-Hall, the Fashionable Fabian.
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Corvo
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11/27/2013
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Following in the thread, I present you another neathy carol Mister Sacks Is Coming To Town
Hope you like it, found it one day while searching. I did not sung or wrote it, just sharing it in the spirit of Sacksmas
edited by Corvo on 11/27/2013
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Dawson
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11/23/2013
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Hahahaha! Good show, Cocytus, good show! And now I'll have:
Hark the hallowed Masters gloat,
“GLORY TO THE UBERGOAT”
Stuck in my head for the rest of the night! 
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Blackleaf
Posts: 552
11/22/2013
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Dawson wrote:
In the spirit of resuscitating Sir Frederick's neathy caroling:
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Auntee got run over by a hansom,
Walking home from Spite one Sacksmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Mercies,
But as for me and [CONSTANT COMPANION] we believe!
She'd been drinkin' too much Greyfields,
And we'd begged her not to leave
But she forgot her sorrow spider,
So she stumbled out the door into the Neath!
When they found her Sacksmas mornin',
Facedown on the cobbled street
There were wheel prints on her forehead,
Correspondence sigils painted on her feet!
But my tough old crazy lady Auntee,
Survived that fateful Sacksmas rendez-vouz
She had to feed her bats all to the Boatman,
But now this year she'll live to 82!
The text seems to work quite well with deck the halls. Is that what you were going for?
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Same goes for Sparring,Loitering,Suppers and Games of chess! Sure I'll accept them occasionaly but I wont help you grind them most of the time.
But calling cards are highly welcome! (Got too much influence for cards at the moment. Sorry!)
Character profile can be found here: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Blackleaf
Ware serpents and know spires.
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IHNIWTR
Posts: 346
11/17/2013
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I actually got 23 First Sporing's from trading favours with Urchins once... I'm set till the sixth city.
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