Tell me what you see, well I see a fanjeeta, possibly one which has been cut out and placed on a bed of salad, which funnily enough has always been my preferred method of eating one.
Five great, and cloaked phantasm priests gather together at the harbourside to celebrate the arrival of a ship (The Visorbearer) which has just eased into dock. Only her bow is visible in this photograph (centre bottom).
There is no crew to speak of and nothing more aboard than a heavy cargo of pink yield (our prized oily extract derived from the adapted breathing glands of amphibious cats). The priests must anoint themselves with masses of the stuff before they are fit to cast their next spell.
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Tell me what you see, well I see a fanjeeta, possibly one which has been cut out and placed on a bed of salad, which funnily enough has always been my preferred method of eating one.
Five great, and cloaked phantasm priests gather together at the harbourside to celebrate the arrival of a ship (The Visorbearer) which has just eased into dock. Only her bow is visible in this photograph (centre bottom).
There is no crew to speak of and nothing more aboard than a heavy cargo of pink yield (our prized oily extract derived from the adapted breathing glands of amphibious cats). The priests must anoint themselves with masses of the stuff before they are fit to cast their next spell.
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