reboot?

smack it?

Steel toed boots were invented for a reason.

oh, good. all better?

I don't know who this guy was but he has some killer credentials.

 

Bob Anderson RIP

 

gees. even i recognise his work... never heard of him, but... beautiful.

and another new member to welcome... two in one night. these things come in thress tho.

 

http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/66433-welcome-mat-ar-to-the-bt/

 

mat al'rends

... threes

rawry morning

its been quiet for too long

I shall slowly spam this place back to life

even though its horribly early, especially for me

my plans of go to sleep after 12 at night and wake up at 11 in the morning have been foiled

I had to wake up early

i feel better now though

much better

not 100% but better

just spammin'

I have something to say

but I'll wait until I have a woman to roll her eyes at me

Rand: From now on, only two Maidens will guard me when I am in the palace.

 

Sulin: That may be dangerous.

 

Rand: What are the odds someone will try to harm me?

Rand: I’m the Dragon Reborn. How are things going at the farm?

 

Torval: So you are the Dragon Reborn, eh? We must kill you.

 

Gedwyn: Kill the Dragon Reborn.

 

Rochaid: Kill the Dragon Reborn.

 

Taim: Ah. Heh, heh. They’re kidding, my Lord Dragon. When you train male channelers in warfare, they make jokes about killing you. Specifically you.

 

Rand: Keep up the good work. I must get back to my palace, where only two Maidens guard me, and sometimes not even that.

Bashere: See how my 9,000 Saldaean riders can ride while doing handstands on their saddles, and bouncing off the ground, and standing on each others’ shoulders.

 

Rand: Yes, I can see how riding into battle while doing a handstand on your horse would throw an enemy into panic.

 

Bashere: You should see the enemy flee when we start breakdancing.

 

Rand: That would make me flee.

Rand: I love you. You must go far, far away.

 

Aviendha: I love you. I must give you stony stares. And glares.

Bashere: Perrin, I must train you in Saldaean ways. You must yell at your wife like this… DEIRA!!! PUNCH!!! NOW!!!

 

Deira: Yes, dear.

 

Bashere: But only when she wants you to. Sometimes she wants you to be soft and gentle, like this… I love you, my cuddly little honey-bunny.

 

Deira: Yes, dear.

 

Bashere: And sometimes she wants to yell at you, like this….

 

Deira: DAVRAM!!! MASSAGE MY BACK!!! NOW!!

 

Bashere: Yes, dear. And sometimes she wants to be soft and gentle with you, like this…

 

Deira: I will perch on your shoulder, my big, strong rock of a husband.

 

Bashere: So you see, it’s not that hard. Do you know anything about babbling women who don’t know what they want?

 

Perrin: Well, I grew up in the Two Rivers.

 

Bashere: Oh, you’ll be fine. But if you do get anything wrong, I will kill you.