Thus it was that they found themselves rescuing Santa's reindeer from a group of broo. They were well rewarded (having been good boys and girls) and then saw the old man hitch up his beasts to the wheel-less contraption and fly off into the sky crying (what sounded to their ears like): GIBBERISH, GIBBERISH! HO! HO! HO!
And a gibberish gibberish to you all too....
Actor and Genius.
AKA Theophilus, Prince-Archbishop of the Far Isles
(Arms: Purpure, an open book proper, without clasps. On the dexter page the
Greek letter Alpha or. On the sinister page the letter Omega of the same.
Motto: nulla spes sit in resistendo.)
Ask me about the Far Isles Medieval Society: Better living through pan-medieval anachronisms.
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