Gyrfalcon

Whew, in under the wire where I'm at! (when I started this post!) Have a Happy Happy Appy Birthday! Now try saying that three times fast without losing your name in there. *grins* Glad you enjoyed your birthday, Appy.

Congratulations Rhapsody on an excellent poem and the disappearance of a certain weenie-ness about your title.

Good to hear from you Salinye! I'm glad you're enjoying real life so much, though I miss talking to you around the Pen. *grins* Otherwise, I still need to complete our date. I've been slacking on it without being prodded to complete it. It's still on my too-do list, just behind homework and stuff. Lots and lots of homework. o_O As for you and swords... I'm going to have to be careful now! I'm glad you're enjoying the sword-fighting lessons though.

Hope you enjoy your new computer, and good luck with the remaining exams!

Why not compromise and be a small flightless fruit?

Good story, Joat. Just goes to show how quickly an idea can go from 'crazily out there' to 'widely accepted', eh? Take computers, fifty years ago they were operated by punch cards and took up the equvilent of a small warehouse in space. Noone would believe there would ever be a need for the every day person to have one. Now look at us, and how we couldn't see getting by without computers. Otherwise, should have stuck buying off your weenie award in the title so you could have gotten rid of that. *grins*

happy belated birthday, Ayshela! I meant to say something yesterday, but I was still getting kicked around by a flu at that point.

*laughs* Excellent story, Knight. That's one ugly lottery winnings deliverer though. You might note a distinct lack of Weenieness now.

I notice your Weenie Buyoff post (which I have), and make the Weenie title disappear.

The streets of Sigil teemed, as always, with the varied forms of a thousand different worlds and a dozen different planes of existence. Tanar’ri rubbed shoulders with Baatezu in the open market places, exchanging insults and threats freely, and the angels of a dozen upper realms watched both demons and devils in stony silence as they fingered their weapons, but the wrath of the Lady of Pain kept their weapons at their sides, though their claws and hands twitched. Mixed in among and overwhelming these avatars of good and evil in sheer numbers were mortals. Scaled and furred or skin of familiar tone or odd shades, dressed in armor and robes and rags, the populous and visitors to Sigil spoke a million different languages, all at the top of their voices to be heard. “Why are we here again, Valdar?” Kitanue asked over the hubbub, frustrated by the Planewalking elf’s consistent distractions whenever she tried to discover what they were looking for. Valdar looked up at her with big, innocent eyes and she sighed as she instinctively smoothed back his hair. The little planewalker seemed to be roughly six to eight years old, and sometimes it was hard to remember that he had been older. Valdar smiled up at her in response. “We’re looking for a Shiny!” he said brightly, his voice a child’s clear treble, not yet deepened with manhood. Kitanue sighed expressively. “But what shiny, Valdar?” she asked in exasperation, only for the little elf become distracted once more. “Oooo, shiny!” he said, eyes gleaming beneath tousled hair as he pointed at a rust-streaked iron golem striding through the crowd, a messenger’s satchel strapped across its broad chest. “Valdar!” Kitanue snapped, and immediately the child’s attention was on her again, tears beginning to form at the edges of his eyes. The effect was not lost on Kitanue as she felt a surge of guilt that manifested itself as a faint blush. Moderating her tone, she sighed and began walking again, Valdar trotting at her side to keep up. “I just wish you’d tell me what we were looking for so that we could get out of this pesthole...” she murmured as they walked. “A shiny!” Valdar said brightly, causing her to sigh once more.

Congratulations reverie on a good poem and a distinct lack of weenie-ness.

Valdar, I'm frantically trying to finish off at least the first section of my entry for ye, I'm afraid I got slammed late last week/early this week with several projects that I've been wading through. I'll try to have the first section up tonight or tomorrow though.

It'd be preferable, as more Duality is always a good thing. *grins*

Actually, Katz, according to Dictionary.com, either one is correct, though as the note at the bottom indicates, 'toward' is more often used in American English, while 'towards' is more common in British English. You can blame Aegon for Yui-chan's usage of towards, I don't know where mine came from though. *grins* http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=towards

I think it's been debated somewhere or another that without sorrow and pain, there would be no way to know joy and happiness - without the contrasting emotions, we would have no way to determine the state of joy or happiness. Personally, I believe that its possible to have pleasure without pain, and I've never been fond of the 'no pain, no gain' phrase. But that's just me. Points aside, I like the rhyming scheme of your poem and I'll note that your Weenie award has been removed, congratulations!

Great poem Finnius, though I might be biased because I'm in there. *grins* Your Weenie status has been removed.

Congratulations and thank you Zool, your Weenie has disappeared. You know, you and Wyv might want to compare notes on your bad luck at some point.

Good luck with your exams, Mynx! Don't stress yourself out too badly - know that you'll do well so long as you've studied and gotten enough sleep.

Below are some of the best stories and poems the Pen has produced, as voted by our voting membership. These works are split into three sections – short fiction, long fiction, and poetry. Short fiction usually is the work of a single author and most of these entries are short stories. Long fiction falls into the realm of multi-author sagas or one author’s epic work. Poetry is just that – poetry, though the style of the poem may vary wildly from one poem to the next. Short Fiction A Confession - By Thinas, Added April 14th, 2006 The Master - By Mynx, Added April 4th, 2006 Best Served Cold – By Finnius, Added January 20th, 2005 How to Take Over the World on $80 or Less – By troubled sleep, Added January 20th, 2005 Minta’s Bedtime Story – By Orlan, Added August 27th, 2004 The End – By Valdar, Added August 19th, 2004 He Never Broke a Promise – By Yui-chan, Added August 5th, 2004 Canticle – By Aardvark, Added July 28th, 2004 Long Fiction Where Gods Fear – By Finnius, Added February 8th, 2005 Wayward Daughter – By Salinye and Gyrfalcon, Added August 27th, 2004 The Gaze of Eternity – By Wyvern, Zadown, Ozymandias, Gyrfalcon, Yui-chan, and Gwaihir, Added August 19th, 2004 Flux, Purgatory, and Sleuth – by Zadown and Valdar, Added August 5th, 2004 The Gift of Fear – By Tralla, Added July 28th, 2004 Siege of Agregra – By Orlan, Added July 20th, 2004 Poetry Perseverance - By Appy, Added April 4th, 2006 Sent with an envelope of fall leaves – By Gwaihir, Added June 16th, 2005 Burying Hawkie Snyder – By Cyril Darkcloud, Added March 23rd, 2005 Potatoes – By Canid, Added March 23rd, 2005 How to feel incredible things – By Soaring Icarus, Added March 16th, 2005 Dawn's Reverie – By Yui-chan, Added Februrary 8th, 2005 Wednesday’s Ashes - By Cyril Darkcloud, Added August 27th, 2004 Sleep Deprivation – By Ayshela, Added August 19th, 2004 Arabia – By Cerulean, Added July 28th, 2004 Mark of Man – By Sorciere, Added July 20th, 2004

"Huzzah!" Daryl cheered as he leapt into the pile of people (tiny and otherwise) snuggling Jonathan silly(er then usual). "Congrats to you, my Canadian friend. Now tell me, do you gain rights to any new vices to speak of, since you've been able to drink for a few years now?" Gyrfalcon asked with a grin as he plopped a birthday hat right between Jon's pointy ears. "Either way, a happy birthday to you, my friend." the half-elf finished, laughing as Jon sputtered for air above the tide of snugglers.

*laughs* Look at your personal title, unless you're being facetious. As the first part of the post indicates, you can work this off through a well-written post with 'Buying off Weenie Award' in the title. It can be anything - short story, poetry, what have you.

Heya Black, good to see you again. I hope you enjoy your stay here at the Pen!

"Uh oh!" Gyrfalcon exclaims, darting glances about him in case forum goers are about to pounce him and carry him away to Reincarnation.

Mental Age: 30-something. Cynical Age: 10,000+

Well, I don't have a costume, but Daryl does. Just so people know, he's pretty much as normal, except he's currently skeletal looking and feeling (the result of an excellent illusion created by a kitsune), and is wearing a black robe cut so it won't interfere with his normal movements. He has a small, fox-sized scythe across his back, but its unlikely that he'd have any use for it. Mynx - I assume your character wouldn't have a problem with him, as he's sort of oddly cute in a bony way, and's his costume is close to her normal attire.