Harvestor Of Sorrow
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: Dust In The Wind
The thread has been working all day good on my end and I just checked it now. But I did get the weird database error earlier on where everyone got booted out.
And wet she rose from the lake, and fast and fleet went she
One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body
And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side
High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly did he ride
Saying "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare
Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair"