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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 5:57 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:51 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 8:25 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 8:41 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 9:17 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 9:21 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 12:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 1:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:26 pm
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“Meddle not in the affairs of the dragon;”
"How kind of you to grace us with your presence.", Stoirme says with mild irritation, her gold eyes watching them until they took their seats. She rises to her feet and walks to the front of the class, her desk being behind the students, and faces them with her usual boredom. "As you all should know if you were paying attention to your schedules, I am called Stoirme. Just Stoirme. I do not like being referred to as miss, ma'am, misses, or any such thing. Calling me any of those after the first few days may result in minor burns." She pauses to look around the class, her constantly bored expression making it difficult to tell if she was joking or serious. After a few moments she continues, "Being the most well traveled, and probably the eldest, of the teachers, I have the rather cliche job of teaching you general and magical history. The only things more cliche would be for me to teach treasure hording or damsel napping. If there are any questions, now is the time to ask." She lets out a quiet sigh and mutters, "Agus ní do thoil ná lig sé a bheith rud ar bith dúr*..."
“for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.”
((*And please don't let it be anything stupid...))
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 6:35 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 12:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 12:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 12:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 1:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 1:37 pm
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