Gyrfalcon

Gyrfalcon and Daryl come forth. "An evil spell? Disliking a talking tiger with weapons? Perish the thought!" Gyrfalcon said with a grin. "But if you need subjects to write about, we volunteer our services."

I'm willing to take a run at this - I'd also try your game setting, as its likely to be interesting.

Happy Birthday, Tamned. Er... Tamaranis... Dang, now Salinye has me doing it too! Don't worry, there'll always be a place for you in *my* evil plots to take over the world. Hope you enjoy your birthday!

*Glomp* Falcon and Gyr once more! Together we form.... er.... me! Good to see you both, Falcon, Vlad and Tralla. Oh, and I noticed some new Gift of Fear. Ooo.... *wanders off to read*

Eeevil! EEEEEVIL I say! Granted, I never played it, but I hear screams of fear when I mention it. Come, join World of Warcraft. *grins*

*raises a hand* If its out of the Conservatory's story section, PM me a list of titles (or title fragments), and an e-mail address and I'll send them to you. I archived pretty much the entire thing, though anything later then... I think December, 2001 might be open to question.

Gyrfalcon chuckled as Wyvern positively purred at all the positive attention being paid to him for a change. As the crowd around the exulting almost-dragon swirled clear a bit, Gyrfalcon stepped forward and handed Wyvern wrapped gift and a birthday card. "Here you go, Wyv. Happy Birthday, you scheming old almost-lizard, you!' He said with a grin. Wyvern hissed in delight and tore open the present, shredding the wrapping paper with his claws to get at the goodies inside. Within was a small dragon-hide flask labeled "Warning! 'Ole Peculiar inside! Please be Cautious Handling!" What really made the lizard grin was the packing material - gold and silver coins. Not too many, since it was a small box, but still more then the greedy almost-dragon had seen in quite a while. "Awww, Gyr, you shouldn't have!" Wyvern said as he clutched the box to himself possessively in case Gyrfalcon realized that he really shouldn't have and tried to take it away. Gyrfalcon just grinned. "Hope you enjoy, Wyv."

From my networking teacher: Give a man a fish, and you'll feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and he'll sit around all day drinking beer. From myself/somewhere... Give a man a fire and he's warm for a night. Light a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life.

*grins* Happy birthday, you hot-blooded elf you. *winks* Lucky you, buried in a cuddle pile like that! And don't worry about heating bills, I'll discuss that concept with Wyvern... he'll see things my way.

Gyrfalcon shakes his head and rubs hard at a tearing eye, the speck of dust swept away by the tears produced. Shaking his head, he coughs on dust and squints as he rushes into the swirling dust, dancing aside as chunks of the ceiling rained down from above, looking for survivors of the horrible collapse of the wall.

Congratulations, Salinye. Hm... Salinye isn't in the running? Bah!

Gyrfalcon wanders in, cleaning the leaf fragments from the bristles of his hairbrush "Congratulations, Zariah, it was your hard work and effort that got you to the point of Troubadour, and I admire the discipline and skill that got you to that rank." he says with a broad smile. "Now, I just wonder how these leaf fragments got in my hair brush..."

Heh, happy birthday Aegon, hope you enjoy(ed) it! *grins as he puts money towards a second walker so Aegon can use one*

Happy Birthday, Zadown. *grins* See? In just a few eons you'll be as old as the Dreamer, you young'in.

Nice one, Yui-chan. As Peredhil noted, you have a great sense of humor when you choose to turn it loose. But you're absolutely correct, Yui-chan.

What do I need to do to get put in your dungeon, Peredhil? I won't mind, and my metabolism is pretty good, so I won't have to exercise too much.

Mwehehehe, thus is the power of Google!

Question: Are we allowed to research our answers? Because I know the obvious answer to any of those is in fact, wrong. The Hundred Years War didn't last a hundred years, for example, nor are purple finches purple, due to the fact that that'd be too easy. I assume the answer required for King George the VI's first name involves the fact that he probably assumed that name and was probably born as a William or some such, etc. *grins*

Voted! good to see you again, Salinye.

Mira - I took the liberty of editting the title to reflect the fact that this is your Weenie Award buyoff post. Otherwise, a good poem, makes me want to find out what's been happening to my friends... well, except that I know. One of them is getting married already. =P Makes me feel old! Otherwise, congratulations on the loss of your Weenie Award.

Glad you got home alright, Mynx. I hope you enjoyed your trip, beyond the unavoidable hassle of the airports, for airports are evil.

Rune! Good to see you, you little imp. Next time, ask someone a bit taller to do your driving for you, I'd have been willing.

An interesting story, you give a lot of hints to the universe behind the characters... cyborgs and superheroes, oh my! Otherwise, congratulations on the loss of a certain Weenie-ness around your title.

Damon, Yeah, since you didn't participate in the Roll Call, you are still a Weenie, I attached it to your title to make it easier to identify that you need to write something to get rid of your position in the list of Weenies.

Yah, I tend to handle the notification and removal of the title and name from the big list o' weenies. *grins* And yeah, the purple fuzzies are not to be trifled with!