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She was autocrat of [[Tir Righ Summer Investiture XLI/2006]]. | She was autocrat of [[Tir Righ Summer Investiture XLI/2006]]. | ||
== Personal Memories == | |||
The first time I remember meeting Bernadette was at Warren War in A.S. 37ish. I was playing Tablero late at night when a powerful craving came over me. "Spinach dip!" I shouted. "This man needs spinach dip!" I couldn't shut up about spinach dip. After a few more minutes of ranting, a beautiful lady gracefully shoves a trencher of the creamy delicacy under my nose. Resplendent with carefully torn tufts of bread for easy dipping. I looked up, stunned and amazed. It was Bernadette brandishing the plate of gastronomic goodness. "Before I give this to you, you have to agree to help me strike my encampment tomorrow." "Agreed, m'lady." Said I as I (politely) wrenched the coveted gloppiness from her delicate grasp. The next morning, as agreed, I found her to help with her camp and made a new friend in the process. --[[User:Hjlmr inn Danski|Hjlmr inn Danski]] 19:12, 5 Sep 2007 (EDT) | |||
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Viscountess Bernadette Ebhilín Árd is a resident of the Barony of Lions Gate. Along with Ulf Bloodfoot Fallgrson, she was the fourth Princess of Tir Righ.
She was autocrat of Tir Righ Summer Investiture XLI/2006.
Personal Memories
The first time I remember meeting Bernadette was at Warren War in A.S. 37ish. I was playing Tablero late at night when a powerful craving came over me. "Spinach dip!" I shouted. "This man needs spinach dip!" I couldn't shut up about spinach dip. After a few more minutes of ranting, a beautiful lady gracefully shoves a trencher of the creamy delicacy under my nose. Resplendent with carefully torn tufts of bread for easy dipping. I looked up, stunned and amazed. It was Bernadette brandishing the plate of gastronomic goodness. "Before I give this to you, you have to agree to help me strike my encampment tomorrow." "Agreed, m'lady." Said I as I (politely) wrenched the coveted gloppiness from her delicate grasp. The next morning, as agreed, I found her to help with her camp and made a new friend in the process. --Hjlmr inn Danski 19:12, 5 Sep 2007 (EDT)