https://wiki.fietsennaarmaastricht.nl/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=The_KnightThe Knight - Bewerkingsoverzicht2026-04-14T12:26:48ZBewerkingsoverzicht voor deze pagina op de wikiMediaWiki 1.42.7https://wiki.fietsennaarmaastricht.nl/index.php?title=The_Knight&diff=1490&oldid=prevToverende op 17 apr 2025 om 14:492025-04-17T14:49:14Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wonder took over sir Mordimarty's mind, for he does not know the tall skinny figure's whereabouts. A single question r'placed 'is reveries of past; "Where would one find the cloaked scrawny fiend?" Where indeed if not on life's edge? The destroyer's task w's clear. He would need to meet 'is doom to meet death's maker. He knows of a way to achieve s'ch a goal. According to the old manuscripts of death one would simply need to write ancient words of undoing in the sand: "/effect give @s poison". And for sir Mordimarty, it will happen so...</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wonder took over sir Mordimarty's mind, for he does not know the tall skinny figure's whereabouts. A single question r'placed 'is reveries of past; "Where would one find the cloaked scrawny fiend?" Where indeed if not on life's edge? The destroyer's task w's clear. He would need to meet 'is doom to meet death's maker. He knows of a way to achieve s'ch a goal. According to the old manuscripts of death one would simply need to write ancient words of undoing in the sand: "/effect give @s poison". And for sir Mordimarty, it will happen so...</div></td></tr>
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</table>Toverendehttps://wiki.fietsennaarmaastricht.nl/index.php?title=The_Knight&diff=1489&oldid=prevToverende op 17 apr 2025 om 14:482025-04-17T14:48:09Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wonder took over sir Mordimarty's mind, for he does not know the tall skinny figure's whereabouts. A single question r'placed 'is reveries of past; "Where would one find the cloaked scrawny fiend?" Where indeed if not on life's edge? The destroyer's task w's clear. He would need to meet 'is doom to meet death's maker. He knows of a way to achieve s'ch a goal. According to the old manuscripts of death one would simply need to write ancient words of undoing in the sand: "/effect give @s poison". And for sir Mordimarty, it will happen so...</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wonder took over sir Mordimarty's mind, for he does not know the tall skinny figure's whereabouts. A single question r'placed 'is reveries of past; "Where would one find the cloaked scrawny fiend?" Where indeed if not on life's edge? The destroyer's task w's clear. He would need to meet 'is doom to meet death's maker. He knows of a way to achieve s'ch a goal. According to the old manuscripts of death one would simply need to write ancient words of undoing in the sand: "/effect give @s poison". And for sir Mordimarty, it will happen so...</div></td></tr>
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</table>Toverendehttps://wiki.fietsennaarmaastricht.nl/index.php?title=The_Knight&diff=1359&oldid=prevMipo op 5 apr 2025 om 19:232025-04-05T19:23:46Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man 'd 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, then surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man 'd 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, then surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wonder took over sir Mordimarty's mind, for he does not know the tall skinny figure's whereabouts. A single question r'placed 'is reveries of past; "Where would one find the cloaked scrawny fiend?" Where indeed if not on life's edge<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. </del>The destroyer's task w's clear. He would need to meet 'is doom to meet '<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">is nemesis</del>. He knows of <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">the most elementary of ways </del>to achieve s'ch a goal. According to the old manuscripts of death one would simply need to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">bathe </del>in the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">eternal and unknowable light of the forbidden lämp wearing not a lick of sunscreening to obtain the [[The Daughter|cancer]] and meet death'</del>s <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">maker</del>. And for sir Mordimarty, it will happen so...</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wonder took over sir Mordimarty's mind, for he does not know the tall skinny figure's whereabouts. A single question r'placed 'is reveries of past; "Where would one find the cloaked scrawny fiend?" Where indeed if not on life's edge<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">? </ins>The destroyer's task w's clear. He would need to meet 'is doom to meet <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">death</ins>'<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">s maker</ins>. He knows of <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">a way </ins>to achieve s'ch a goal. According to the old manuscripts of death one would simply need to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">write ancient words of undoing </ins>in the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">sand: "/effect give @</ins>s <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">poison"</ins>. And for sir Mordimarty, it will happen so...</div></td></tr>
</table>Mipohttps://wiki.fietsennaarmaastricht.nl/index.php?title=The_Knight&diff=1272&oldid=prevMipo op 1 apr 2025 om 12:042025-04-01T12:04:13Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man 'd 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, then surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man 'd 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, then surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wonder took over sir Mordimarty's mind, for he does not know the tall skinny figure's whereabouts. A single question <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">replaced his </del>reveries of past; "Where would one find the cloaked scrawny fiend?" Where indeed if not on life's edge. The destroyer's task <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">was </del>clear. He would need to meet <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">his </del>doom to meet <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">his </del>nemesis. He knows of the most elementary of ways to achieve <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">such </del>a goal. According to the old manuscripts of death one would simply need to bathe in the eternal and unknowable light of the forbidden lämp wearing not a lick of sunscreening to obtain the [[The Daughter|cancer]] and meet <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">deaths </del>maker. And for sir Mordimarty, it will happen so...</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Wonder took over sir Mordimarty's mind, for he does not know the tall skinny figure's whereabouts. A single question <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">r'placed 'is </ins>reveries of past; "Where would one find the cloaked scrawny fiend?" Where indeed if not on life's edge. The destroyer's task <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">w's </ins>clear. He would need to meet <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">'is </ins>doom to meet <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">'is </ins>nemesis. He knows of the most elementary of ways to achieve <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">s'ch </ins>a goal. According to the old manuscripts of death one would simply need to bathe in the eternal and unknowable light of the forbidden lämp wearing not a lick of sunscreening to obtain the [[The Daughter|cancer]] and meet <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">death's </ins>maker. And for sir Mordimarty, it will happen so...</div></td></tr>
</table>Mipohttps://wiki.fietsennaarmaastricht.nl/index.php?title=The_Knight&diff=1271&oldid=prevMipo op 1 apr 2025 om 11:482025-04-01T11:48:11Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man 'd 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, then surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man 'd 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, then surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td></tr>
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</table>Mipohttps://wiki.fietsennaarmaastricht.nl/index.php?title=The_Knight&diff=1049&oldid=prevToverende op 19 mrt 2025 om 15:262025-03-19T15:26:47Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>No sooner said than done th' quest o' legends commenced. Aye, the feared warmonger sháll smite this mewling quim ere 'is doom is met! And be it so, b'fore 'e c'd tell 'is steed to show the true meaning of haste they had found themselves 'nfron' of th' famed weapon master's armory...</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>No sooner said than done th' quest o' legends commenced. Aye, the feared warmonger sháll smite this mewling quim ere 'is doom is met! And be it so, b'fore 'e c'd tell 'is steed to show the true meaning of haste they had found themselves 'nfron' of th' famed weapon master's armory...</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man 'd 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">many </del>this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, then surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man 'd 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, then surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td></tr>
</table>Toverendehttps://wiki.fietsennaarmaastricht.nl/index.php?title=The_Knight&diff=1048&oldid=prevToverende: spelfoutjes...2025-03-19T15:25:32Z<p>spelfoutjes...</p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>No sooner said than done th' quest o' legends commenced. Aye, the feared warmonger sháll smite this mewling quim ere 'is doom is met! And be it so, b'fore 'e c'd tell 'is steed to show the true meaning of haste they had found themselves 'nfron' of th' famed weapon master's armory...</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>No sooner said than done th' quest o' legends commenced. Aye, the feared warmonger sháll smite this mewling quim ere 'is doom is met! And be it so, b'fore 'e c'd tell 'is steed to show the true meaning of haste they had found themselves 'nfron' of th' famed weapon master's armory...</div></td></tr>
<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr>
<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man 'd 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets many this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">than </del>surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man 'd 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets many this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">then </ins>surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td></tr>
</table>Toverendehttps://wiki.fietsennaarmaastricht.nl/index.php?title=The_Knight&diff=1047&oldid=prevToverende op 19 mrt 2025 om 15:202025-03-19T15:20:13Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>No sooner said than done th' quest o' legends commenced. Aye, the feared warmonger sháll smite this mewling quim ere 'is doom is met! And be it so, b'fore 'e c'd tell 'is steed to show the true meaning of haste they had found themselves 'nfron' of th' famed weapon master's armory...</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>No sooner said than done th' quest o' legends commenced. Aye, the feared warmonger sháll smite this mewling quim ere 'is doom is met! And be it so, b'fore 'e c'd tell 'is steed to show the true meaning of haste they had found themselves 'nfron' of th' famed weapon master's armory...</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">had </del>'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets many this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, than surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">'d </ins>'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets many this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter silence Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, than surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td></tr>
</table>Toverendehttps://wiki.fietsennaarmaastricht.nl/index.php?title=The_Knight&diff=1046&oldid=prevToverende op 19 mrt 2025 om 15:182025-03-19T15:18:59Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>No sooner said than done th' quest o' legends commenced. Aye, the feared warmonger sháll smite this mewling quim ere 'is doom is met! And be it so, b'fore 'e c'd tell 'is steed to show the true meaning of haste they had found themselves 'nfron' of th' famed weapon master's armory...</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>No sooner said than done th' quest o' legends commenced. Aye, the feared warmonger sháll smite this mewling quim ere 'is doom is met! And be it so, b'fore 'e c'd tell 'is steed to show the true meaning of haste they had found themselves 'nfron' of th' famed weapon master's armory...</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man had 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets many this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">silent </del>Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, than surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man had 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets many this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled for finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during Mordymarty's utter <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">silence </ins>Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, than surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man had 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets many this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">of </del>finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Mordymarties </del>utter silent Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, than surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Thanks be to thee, Shadowfox," Mordimarty spoke to 'is 'airy comrad when he dismount' and stood 'fore the armory of Sir Tywain the Craftful. This well-sighted man had 'ready marked th' vast approaching o' Mordimarty Destroyer of Worlds. Thus, in door's opening he stood: "'t Is rather late for thee, o' Mord'marty, to call for the support that com's from me. I witnessed the rise o' planets many this morn', in sky above there. 'Mpeding your cause most recently born, noble and fair. Now, let me hav' look at that Dryer o' hair." Attent'vly looking his willful companion in 'is single dark eye, Mordymarty struggled <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">for </ins>finding sent'ses with a scheme 'o rhyme. Thus, during <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Mordymarty's </ins>utter silent Tywain craft'd the improved Catawhyspian object, singing songs of old. Finally Tywain spoke reverently: "Here then, is the weapon thee desired, such that quests may unfold as aspired. May ever in need be thee, than surely thou mayst come to me." And thus, speaking w'th labour of thought, Mordimarty answered from his steed aloft: "Bye, to thy," and so went yonder, 'bout his coming battle to ponder...</div></td></tr>
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