Wyvern

Seated in an applicant easy chair while waiting for the Elder of Initiates to arrive, Crowgirl grins from ear to ear as she receives numerous compliments from various Pen members passing by the Recruiter's Office... Melba, the Almost Secretary of Initiates, also throws in a few compliments of her own, encouraging Crowgirl to be patient and to wait for Wyvern's arrival before briefly heading out to fetch herself a strong cup of coffee. The other Pen members complimenting her application also leave the office, going back to their daily routines and getting to their scholarly readings and writings... With the departure of Melba and the rest of the Pen members, Crowgirl suddenly finds herself alone in the office... or so it seemed... No sooner have all of the friendly members left the office chamber than the entrance of the room is suddenly shut and locked by an unseen figure... Crowgirl looks up from her position at the applicant easy chair curiously, motionless and somewhat nervous from the forceful manner that the door was closed... What meets the applicant's eyes strikes an icy bolt of fear into her heart... Standing in a line that covered the exit of the room were a total of four hungry-looking cats, each looking Crowgirl over with a mischievous gleam in their eye. Lady Celes Crusader's cats, Cambronne and Carbone, were the first of the four standing in line, meowing to one another while giving each other that "I'm going to be the first one that gets the wish bone" look. Next in line was Katzaniel in her fully converted giant tiger form, purring hungrily to herself and licking her lips while looking in Crowgirl's general direction. Last in line was the Dope who, though human and not a cat in the flesh, wore a large clock-like medallion reminiscent of Public Enemy's Flavor Flave on which there was written "I'm a hip cat too!" Noticing the way that the cats are gazing hungrily in her direction, Crowgirl nervously backs into a corner of the room and prays for the best... Her terrors are greatly amplified, however, when she notices all of the cats attaching dining bibs to their necks that read "Thank God that Wyvern is such a slow Recruiter... otherwise, we'd never get half as much to eat!" Crowgirl stutters in fear as the cats begin advancing towards her, and is about to cry for help when suddenly she notices that the four felines seem to be less interested in her than they are in Wyvern's desk... The applicant watches in amazement as the cat's raid the desk of the Elder of Initiates until they find several different varieties of junk food, which they then begin devouring with the utmost glee. Noticing Crowgirl sitting alone in the corner, Katzaniel wanders up to her and offers her some cheezy goldfish crackers... At the desk, the Dope wips out Wyvern's acceptance stamp while chewing on a KitKat bar and stamps Crowgirl's application "ACCEPTED". ;p OOC: An ACCEPTED application Crowgirl, welcome to the Mighty Pen! Be sure to either post your e-mail here or mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com, so that I can send you the password info and such... ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "If it doesn't make dollars then it doesn't make sense" - Triple Seis, "Glamour Life" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 12/2/02 10:53:24 pm

Gathering their provisions and making sure they have all of the supplies necessary for venturing onto the island, the five adventurers turn to one another and nod confidently, prepared to embark on the final expedition for the Pool of Eternal Reflection... Gyrfalcon is the first to cross the open plank of the ship onto the sandy shores of the Rainbow Vale, taking a deep breath and observing his surrounding as he does so. An eager Kaleyra follows closely behind him, taking note of the island's many fascinating features while grinning in awe... The avian scholar is quickly followed by Y'Tren, while Timothy and Myth cover the rear end of the party... The first thing the adventurers notice as they cross onto the island is how soft and warm the sand is... The shoreline of the island seemed to be nothing short of a paradise in itself... Numerous diverse and beautifull seashells lay strewn across the sands of the shore in large clusters, illuminated by the pale moonlight. The texture of the sand was also unlike any the adventurers had ever experienced before... very smooth and unnaturally pleasant to walk through... The next thing the adventurers immediatly notice about the island is it's size... Despite their perceptions of the island from aboard the "Lunging Lobster", the Rainbow Vale seemed to be far from the tiny island they had been expecting to uncover. In fact, it was safe to say that the island was quite large... huge, even. Beyond the shorelines, an immense area of dense forest stretched for as far as the eye could see, accompanied by various craggy areas of mountainous regions and foilage. Scratching his head in amazement, Y'Tren mutters out loud to noone in particular: "T-This is impossible... How could an area of land as large as this be concealed for so long...? Surely, even if it were cloaked in illusion, some hapless traveler would have collided into it haphazardly by now...? Some strange magic is surely at work..." Gyrfalcon nods solemnly to Y'Tren's words, then points to the forest area ahead and says: "The best place for an encampment would probably be at the outskirts of the forest... we'd have more shelter there and would be more hidden around that area." Y'Tren and Timothy nod to this statement, and the adventurers promptly begin crossing over the sands of the shoreline to the outskirts of the enormous forest area of the island. The trip is a short one, made rather effortless by the smoothness of the shore's sands, and it's not very long before they've arrived at the outskirts of the forest and have entered a short ways into it's jungle-like depths. The adventurers soon find an ideal clearing to set up their camp for the evening, and get some rest while rotating watch guards... ... All is peaceful and serene.

As Wyvern skims over White Rose OujiSama's intriguing tale of a young lad's destiny one last time, the reptilian Elder is struck with a sinister idea... It seemed that the applicant not only knew a great deal about destiny and fate, but also had a name that was almost identical to the famous fortune telling boardgame "Ouija"... heck, the applicant even seemed to enjoy singing mystical dirges ("la la la...*hums a tune*" was the title of his application, after all...). Perhaps, then, he would be able to predict how an overgrown lizard might be led to a fortune... Grinning mischeivously to himself, Wyvern clears his throat and exclaims to White Rose OujiSama: "This is a very interesting story, OujiSama... I'd certainly be willing to accept it, if you'd be willing to do me a little favor in return..." White Rose OujiSama raises a brow at this statement. "A 'little favor'...?" Before the applicant has time to question about the nature of the favor, however, Wyvern has placed a box upon his desk on which there is written "For last resort emergency schemes only!" Opening the box, the greedy lizard pulls out an Ouija board and sets it on the table. Wyvern then hands OujiSama the board and pointer, and hisses: "Ask the board for a way that Wyvern might be able to get rich quick and let the pointer direct your hand to the letters... Do this, and you'll be accepted to the guild!" Grumbeling and shrugging to himself, OujiSama decides that there would be no harm in partaking in the board game, especially if that was what it was going to take to become accepted as an Initiate of the guild. Placing his hand on the pointer, the applicant is surprised as it reacts forcefully and immediatly begins drawing his hand to various letters on the board. Wyvern quickly jots these letters down as OujiSama's hand rapidly points to them, until the lizard finally comes out with the phrase: Y O U W I L L N E V E R M A K E APE NN Y , L I Z A R D " Wyvern stares blankly at the Ouija response for a moment, and then sighs dismally to himself... Grabbing a stamp from his desk, he labels White Rose OujiSama's "ACCEPTED", as promised... ;p OOC: An ACCEPTED application, White Rose OujiSama... Welcome to the Mighty Pen! Be sure to post your e-mail here or mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com so that I can send you the password info and such... ----------------------------------------- Wyvern- Elder of Initiates Saint of Terra, Patron of Parties Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze "If it doesn't make dollars then it doesn't make sense" - Triple Seis, "Glamour Life" Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/27/02 10:51:29 pm

Wyvern curiously examines the illegible mess of an application handed to him by Neo Madeen, squinting his eyes and wondering what the blackness accompanied by small unshaded specks of white could possibly represent. Hesitating to respond to the eager applicant and nodding to his request for 5 more minutes of writing time, the overgrown lizard lets out a loud whistle that echoes throughout the halls of the Pen. A few moments later, the 8 Pen Elder Dwarves enter the chamber in an orderly single file line, humming to themselves: "Hi ho... Hi ho... Responding to apps is slow Tzimfemme was burnt Wyv hasn't learnt Hi ho... Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho..." Once the 8 dwarves have lined themselves in front of Wyvern, the perplexed Elder hands them the black sheet of paper Neo Madeen had previously submitted as his application and asks: "I was wondering... what do you guys make of this application? It's kinda abstract..." Greedy, the first in the line of Elder dwarves, looks over the sheet of paper and exclaims: "It's a picture of a gigantic oil supply, of course!!! One that I'm certain would make me filthy rich!" Grouchy then snatches the application from Greedy's hand, looks over it, and mumbles: "It's a picture of a black cloud... kind of like the one that always hovers over my head... *grumble, grumble*" Sleazy takes the application after Grouchy is done with it, carefully examining it before belching: "It kinda reminds me of this one time I had diarrhea..." Before Sleazy can continue, Wacky rushes by on a scooter and snatches the application out of his hand, looking at it upside down while wildly exclaiming: "No no no no!!! This is an upside down self-portrait of myself in a parallel universe! I'm handsome in it too!" Shiny then plucks the application out of Wacky's hand as he passes by... Clearly concerned, she glances at the blackness for a moment and then procedes to take out a magnifying glass and examine it carefully... "Aha! If one looks closely, one can make out slightly shiny regions of unshaded paper..." Sexy looks over Shiny's shoulder at the application, and purrs: "It's definitely a design for black leather..." Finally, Courtesy is handed the application and looks at it very closely with the help of Shiny's magnifying glass. Noticing that a few words on the sheet are partially legible, he politely states: "It seems to me that the applicant was trying to write something, probably something good, but let his hand stray off track in the process. I think we should accept this application, as it would be polite to do so and would save him the effort of writing another. It's a pity that noone can decipher it..." Suddenly, Silly, the 8th Pen Elder dwarf/orangutan, wips out a sign that reads "I can!". Tossing the sign to the side and grabbing Neo Madeen's application out of Courtesy's hands, the orangutan then procedes to tear the application into tiny shreds. He then juggles the pieces around while applying glue... and after he has finished, the application has miraculously become legible. Wyvern takes one good look at the legible version of Neo Madeen's application before immediatly stamping it "ACCEPTED". OOC: An ACCEPTED application, Griever. Welcome to the Mighty Pen! Be sure to post your e-mail here or drop me a mail at elitwack90@hotmail.com so I can send you the password info and such... Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/27/02 12:52:57 pm

Brushing the dust off of his tunic and making sure he looks presentable for the Elder of Initiates, Mr. Insecure clenches his application tightly in his left hand and makes his way to the door of the Recruiter's Office in the hopes of being accepted to the Pen. Reaching for the doornob, the nervous applicant's hand hesitates and trembles slightly, and it takes a bit of effort to finally get it to open the door... Insecurities were not always the easiest things to overcome... Upon entering the office, Mr. Insecure is surprised to find a number of familiar faces waiting in line to show their applications to Wyvern... Lidherep the rude and Noclafyrg the cowardly (a trembling traveler from another town) were patiently waiting in their applicant easy chairs while Rihiawg the nympho was currently having an interview with Wyvern. As Mr. Insecure seats himself in one of the available applicant easy chairs, Lidherep the rude turns to him and rudely exclaims: "Well, well, well!!! If it isn't Reyalsnik a.k.a Mr. Insecure, waiting to apply to the Pen is Mightier than the Sword! Hahahaaaa... Didn't know you had the guts, Nik. Long time no see! How much ya wanna wager my application piece is better than yours, eh?!!!" Mr. Insecure sighs and shakes his head... "Lidherep... can't you ever be quiet...?" The conversation between the two aquainted applicants is suddenly interrupted, however, as the sound of a slap is heard and Rihiawg the nympho departs from her interview with Wyvern in a fury... She had found the overgrown lizard's extensive "terms of acceptance for nymphos (or 101 ways to massage a lizard)" outrageously unacceptable... Noticing Rihiawg departing from the office on such a furious note, Noclafyrg the cowardly goes into a state of panic. Not wanting to face whatever it was that provoked Rihiawg's rage, the cowardly applicant quickly searches for the nearest exit and jumps out of the window just as Wyvern is about to call on him... Upon seeing this, Wyv sighs and decides to call on the next applicant, Lidherep the rude. Mr. Insecure watches as Lidherep chats with the Elder of Initiates for a few moments, and then observes Lidherep cussing loudly as he leaves the office with a "rejected" application... Finally, Mr. Insecure's turn is called... The uneasy applicant musters all of his courage and heads over to Wyvern's desk, handing the overgrown lizard his application and twiddeling his fingers nervously. The greedy lizard reads over his application once or twice, and then cheerfully stamps it "ACCEPTED". OOC: An ACCEPTED application, Mr. Insecure... welcome to the Mighty Pen! Be sure to supply your password here or mail it to me at elitwack90@hotmail.com so that I can send you the password info and such... Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/16/02 11:58:15 pm

Melba the Almost-Secretary of Initiates nervously paces back and forth in the Recruiter's Office, mumbeling about how she'd like to strangle Wyvern and practically tearing her hair out when she hears the clock strike 5 P.M... The lizard was over 3 hours late, and not only was an eager applicant awaiting the verdict of his application, but the Pen was also expecting guests from a rich bank firm that Wyv had wanted to get loans from. Melba had even cleaned out the overgrown lizard's office to make it seem more elegant for the guests, but those in charge of the firm were bound to arrive at any minute now... and the absence of their reptilian host would certainly not go unnoticed... Sighing to himself while humming the tune of "The Moonlight Sonata" under his breath, Rhapsody stretches uneasily in his applicant easy chair and wonders just how much longer it will take for the infamous Elder of Initiates to arrive... Suddenly, as if to answer Rhapsody's question, Wyvern frantically bursts through the entrance of the Recruiter's Office wheeling an enormous grand piano with the help of the Seven Elder Dwarves. Without even waving hello to Melba or Rhapsody, Wyvern immediatly scoots the piano directly in front of Rhapsody's chair and hands the confused applicant a tuxedo to wear... Rhapsody looks up at the greedy lizard inquisitively and is about to ask what's going on when Wyvern quickly speaks up: "No time to explain Rhaps- throw the tuxedo on and begin playing an elegant piano piece! We have company arriving in less than a minute, and I need to impress'em with some class. Play a couple of pieces until they leave and you're guaranteed acceptance into the guild!" Rhapsody nods to this, always happy to get a little piano playing done and even more happy at the thought of being accepted. The applicant swiftly sets up a few sheets of music, and then begins playing a soothing classical piece just as the heads of the bank firm begin entering the office... As Wyvern greets the bank firm representatives and escorts them to comfortable office seats, a bank firm member turns to Rhapsody and comments: "Why... that's some excellent piano playing you're doing there lad! Say... would you mind playing a musical request for me? I've always adored Chopin... perhaps you could play us a few of his pieces?" Rhapsody hesitates and frowns at the thought of playing one of Chopin's depressing pieces, and is about to speak up when suddenly, an unexpected event occurs... Silly (the 8th Elder Pen Dwarf and proud orangutan of the Pen) jumps down from a ventilation shaft on the ceiling where he had been hiding and lands directly on the keys of the piano. Not even giving anyone a moment to react, the orangutan then immediatly begins doing a slow dance on the keys of the piano... and from doing so, plays Chopin perfectly! "Well... I must say Wyvern!" exclaims one of the bank representatives "I'm quite impressed!" Wyvern grins a toothy grin and nods... This hadn't been in the overgrown lizard's agenda, but it seemed to be going well... After Silly has finished his playing of Chopin by dancing on the keys, he bows to the audience surrounding him and recieves a standing ovation... The ovation is so great, in fact, that the overjoyed orangutan decides to do an encore. Unfortunatly, Silly chooses a piece done by the lesser known abstract piano player Louey the Lunatic as his encore piece, and due to the chaotic nature of Louey's sheet music, Silly's performance comes off about as pleasant as a howler monkey screeching into a bagpipe... As the representatives of the bank firm depart from Wyvern's office disgusted and clinging to their ears in pain, Rhapsody notices that on one of his music sheets there has been stamped "ACCEPTED". OOC: On a more serious note, Rhapsody, a very good application... certainly ACCEPTED. Welcome to the Mighty Pen! I'll send you the password info and such ASAP. ---------------------------------- Almost a Dragon... Elder of Initiates, the Pen is Mightier than the Sword Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/12/02 12:20:16 am

To briefly add to what others have said: You mentioned that you think taking roll call in a forum is a bad idea, ntraveler... I remind you that the Pen is a guild and a community in addition to a place to archive writing. You chose to join the guild by submitting an application, and were accepted as one of it's members. In doing so, you chose to become part of the guild... to follow guild guidelines and participate in guild events. As others have said, the Weenie Award is a very easy title to get rid of. Simply make one creative thread/post with 'weenie' somewhere in the title and your status will revert back to normal. It's not much to ask of a member... As others have also said, we're open to debates and criticism in the Pen, but only if they are done in a mature and responsible manner. Direct insults and flaming have never been part of the Pen, nor will they ever be. Neither of them contribute to the developement of the guild. Peace, Wyv- Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/12/02 1:07:38 am

As Myth swiftly holds a knife to Captain Wallace's throat, the chaos that had previously broken out in the crowd of sailors immediatly falls to a deathly silence... One of the crew members standing in the far end of the crowd begins drawing a crossbow, but Myth notices it out of the corner of her eye and procedes to press her dagger tighter against Wallace's throat. Wallace grimaces sharply at this and a small streak of blood flows down his neck, causing the agitated crew member to let go of his crossbow immediatly... There is an eery moment of silence onboard the ship, in which nobody moves and the pale moonlight seems to bath the entire deck in it's translucency. Then, one by one, the crew members of the ship begin dropping their weapons to the floor, mumbeling curses under their breaths and casting hatefull glances towards Myth and Gyrfalcon. After they have finished this, Captain Wallace coughs lightly and speaks up from his uncomfortable position... "Well boys... it looks like we got ourselves stuck with some wretched sorcerers, but ain't no turning back now. Seeing what they can do, it'd probably be best to escort them the rest of the way to the island rather than ending up a heap of bloody bodies at the bottom of the Ocean..." Many of the crew mumble and nod in agreement to this, including Myth, who grins slightly and mutters "Sounds 'bout right to me..." "...but..." continues Wallace in a tense voice "... I won't so much as set a foot on the island myself, I'm sure it's tainted with all kinds of wicked magic! We'll escort you there and wait for you aboard the ship, but if it comes down to our having to get off the "Lunging Lobster" onto that enchanted piece of land, we'd prefer death! Isn't that right boys?!" Several of the crew cheer to this statement... Y'Tren wipes some sweat from his brow and smiles, suddenly realizing that two birds had perhaps been killed with one stone... Not only was the crew no longer acting aggresively against them, but the adventurers would also no longer have to worry about Wallace and the others discovering the secret Pool... Quickly heading back to the wheel while motioning to those sailors that had aided him in his navigation previously, Y'Tren resumes his steering of the ship. It takes only about ten minutes of slow sailing before the ship has fully reached the shores of the magnificent looking island. After having set the anchor and fully parked the ship on the shores, Y'Tren excitedly turns to the other adventurers and exclaims: "Well... we've finally arrived at our destination, infinite wisdom and peace are within our reach! It's late in the night now, though... shall we begin our explorations immediatly, or get some rest first?"

Geldrinhor grins as he see's the smiles of the other members around him, and is about to speak up when Wyvern suddenly bursts into the room and swiftly rushes up to the newly-returned bard. Shaking Geldrinhor's hand vigorously while setting down a huge brown bag he's carrying on his back, the overgrown lizard cheerfully exclaims: "Welcome back, Lord Geldrinhor! I'm happy to hear that you'll be writing with us in the guild once again, the Pen will certainly profit from your talents! What's more, it seems that you've arrived back at the Pen just in time for the biggest Wyvern-sale of the year!!!" With this, Wyvern points to the enormous bag lying by him on the ground... Several moans and irritated mumbles are heard from the surrounding Pen members as he does so... Geldrinhor looks down at the giant bag and raises a brow curiously, somewhat nervous due to the overwhelmingly negative responses from the other Pen members in the room... "I'll start with the most expensive items in my list of things to sell and work my way down!" exclaims Wyvern, taking out an absolutely enormous list of goods that stretches all the way across the Pen's corridors in it's length. "Tell me if you want to buy any of these things... and remember, purchase 10 or more items and you can get one for 2% off! Let's begin..." With this, Wyvern begins reading off highly expensive items from his list, all of which seem to sound like rather random and useless contraptions. As he continues, the prices of the items he reads off seem to gradually decrease at a snail's pace... Nearly 6 hours later, after what seems like an eternity, the overgrown lizard reaches the end of the incredibly lengthy sheet of paper... Geldrinhor and the rest of the Pen members collectively breath a sigh of relief... "That was side one!" exclaims Wyvern, turning over the list to reveal that items have been written on the back of it in an even smaller font and grinning. "Now, for the even longer list of cheap items!" As many of the Pen members run off in terror, not staying to hear another word out of the overgrown lizard, Wyvern calls out after them: "Wait!!! At least take this old worn out Lumpenproletariat voodoo doll! Only -10 geld (plus tax)!" ;p Wyv- Almost a Dragon... Elder of Initiates, the Pen is Mightier then the Sword "If it doesn't make dollars then it doesn't make sense..." -Triple Seis, "Glamour Life"

At the sound of Andrea's distressed cry, an alarm goes off in the Caberet Room and several large men in dark suites with "P.I.A (Pen Intelligence Agency)" badges attached to the their chests come rushing into the chamber weilding anti-Wyvern mallets. Noticing that the overgrown lizard is not to be found in the area, they conclude that the cause of Andrea's distress is something other than Wyvern's theivery, and quickly apologize to her for the noise of the alarm before departing elsewhere in search of the fiendish lizard... No sooner have the P.I.A agents left the Caberet Room then Wyvern swiftly comes out from behind a large plant he had been using as a hiding place, waving to Andrea gleefully and carrying a large bag of black market trinkets that the P.I.A were after behind him. Clearing his throat, the overgrown lizard pours Andrea a glass of Bruteweiser booze and decides to go about responding to her questions... To fill you in Andrea: the original Banquet Hall was archived in the Walls of the Pen section of the guild (which is a "read only" section) as it exceeded it's maximum thread limit and one could no longer post a new poem there without one of the older ones being deleted. We have a Banquet Room - Second Course section now which is identitical in it's functions to the old one, thus feel free to post your poetry and comments there! As for the "Weenie Award", it's by no means meant as a sign of disrespect... you have it simply because you didn't participate in the last roll call thread, which we had quite recently. To get rid of the title, all you need to do is post something creative with "Weenie" in the title and it should go away... Welcome back! Wyvern- Almost a Dragon... Elder of Initiates, the Pen is Mightier then the Sword Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/6/02 10:47:44 pm

Jewels of the heart light horizons of hope The Sun is a brother, the sky a friend's joke Humanity's bonds become intertwined As do woven quilts of fresh fabrics fine Another one smiles, another one cheers Hugs that cure hardship, dismissal of fears Each person a unit, each unit a spark In life's neon sign, dispelling the dark Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/4/02 9:22:04 pm

As midnight falls upon the zoo where the giraffe had been slain, and the last of the mourning zoo keepers have departed from the animal's burial mound, a deathly silence falls over the creatures of the zoo... The orangutans stop their quiet chatterings, the parrots cease their mimickings of zoo keeper cursing, and even the rats secretly residing in the zoo's public cafeteria stop their squeakings. The entire area is enveloped in a long moment of eerie and unnatural silence... Then, the silence is broken by a stir in the giraffes burial mound. This is followed by another stir, and then a sudden eruption from the ground. For the moment, the full moon shining brightly in the night sky is silhouetted by the body of an horrendous giraffe... The neck and head aren't present in this silhouette, however, as the giraffes neck had been mangled by Vlad the Imploder previously, and the poor undead animal was forced to drag his neck across the ground as he walked... The giraffe's broken bones made it impossible for him to lift it... Bent on revenge against his murderer, the giraffe begins hobbling slowly towards the Pen, tripping over his neck ever so often in the process. Due to his slow speed and lack of stealth, by the time the giraffe has finally arrived at the outskirts of the great writer's guild, the Sun has almost begun to come up over the horizon. Fortunatly for the giraffe, the Elder of Initiates had not gotten to Vlad's application yet, and the Vlad the Imploder still sat waiting patiently in an applicant easy chair located in the Recruiter's Office... Feeling the presence of the vampire that had murdered him previously and bloodthirsty for revenge, the giraffe hobbles over to the area directly outside of the rear window of the Recruiter's Office... Positioning itself directly in front of the rear window and unspotted by anyone inside of the Office, the undead giraffe attempts to kick it's neck in order to get it's head to crash through the window and attack Vlad. The giraffe misses the window numerous times in trying to do so, however, due to it's poor aim, as it's head is lying on the ground and can't accurately see where it's being kicked... Eventually, the giraffe manages to kick it's neck in a manner that causes it's head to crash through the window, but it only when the Sun has fully risen... Thus, no sooner has the giraffes head and neck crashed through the window then they disintigrate into dust... As Wyvern enters the Office and hands Vlad back his application with the word "ACCEPTED" stamped on it, the overgrown lizard looks around the office and notices that it's a mess of dust and shattered glass. Grumbeling and seating himself at his desk, the Elder of Initiates makes a note to complain to Melba about her lack of efficient cleaning... ;p OOC: An ACCEPTED application, Vlad. Welcome to the Mighty Pen! I'll send you the password info and such ASAP. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is one big crime, I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/3/02 12:20:48 am

Through the pouring rain of the enormous storm that had gathered outdoors, the sounds of rapidly moving wheels and the cracking of a whip can be heard. These sounds grow louder and louder as they approach the Mighty Pen Keep, and eventually another very distinct sound begins to be heard... the disgruntled oinking of pigs... Sitting in his large pig driven chariot, Wyvern lets his whip crack down once again on the 12 pigs pulling his cart. The overgrown lizard had wanted a wolf driven cart, but unfortunatly Prospero didn't seem to buy into his idea and the other wolves he had gathered had revolted against him after that... Stuck far away from the Pen with no mode of transportation, Wyvern had been forced to steal some pigs from a nearby farm to use as animals to pull his chariot. It's true that they didn't run as fast as wolves... but they were better than nothing... Cursing to himself while wiping the pouring rain from his face, Wyvern yells at the pigs: "Can't you run any faster?!!!!" The dismal pigs oink loudly in response, and three of them slip and collapse onto the muddy ground ahead of them. These oinking sounds alert a large wild boar that had been positioned by Prospero near the outskirts of the Pen as a booby trap... Noticing Wyvern's abuse of innocent pigs, the boar becomes enraged and immediatly rushes from it's hiding place in front of the chariot, snorting furiously and baring it's tusks... Upon seeing the vicious boar, many of the pigs chained to the front of the chariot squeal with delight while Wyvern's jaw drops open in horror. Deciding it would be best not to stick around in his cart, the overgrown lizard jumps off of his chariot and runs towards the Mighty Pen as fast as his scaly legs can carry him. The enraged boar immediatly begins chasing after him, determined to wreak vengeance upon the greedy lizard. Wyvern eventually reaches the main doors of the Mighty Pen Keep, and bangs on them frantically using the golden handle. This sets off another of Prospero's traps, and an entire line of fine sausages which are attached to the top of the door fall onto Wyv before a trap door opens underneath the lizard's feet and he's sent plummeting into a pit filled with ravenous wolves... The wild boar jumps in after him, still determined to tear the lizard to shreds... Prospero, who watches Wyvern's misfortunes from a distance, laughs to himself as the overgrown lizard get's exactly what he deserves... His laughter is cut short, however, as he shoved to the side by an angry mob of farmers holding pitchforks and torches who are headed towards the Pen. The farmers were in search of the thief that had stolen their pigs, and had traced Wyvern's footprints up to this point. Shouting directions to one another, the mob make their way to the trap door that Wyvern fell into only to be suddenly attacked by several ravenous wolves! At the exact same moment, Wyvern bursts out of the trap door, riding on the back of an uncontrolable wild boar and screaming... Extremely furious now, the boar upon which Wyvern rides lets out an angry snort and crashes directly through the main doors of the Pen. It dashes through the halls of the mighty Guild until it finally reaches Wyvern's Office, at which point the beast spots Melba the Almost-Secretary of Initiates and stops dead in it's path. Mistaking Melba for a bloated pig, the wild boar falls in love at first sight and stands motionless while gazing at her... Wyvern takes this opportunity to fall off of the boar's back, and crawls into his Office where SoaringIcarus and Canid have been waiting for him. "A-ACCEPTED..." manages Wyvern, before collapsing into a state of unconsciousness... OOC: On a more serious note, an ACCEPTED application Icarus. Welcome to the Mighty Pen! You questioned earlier whether or not you'd survive on a website where you're not aquainted with many of the characters, and I can assure you you can, even without the use of chat. The Pen is made not only for role playing but for all forms of creative writing, and we're a very friendly and open community. I'm certain you'll become better aquainted with the rest of us as you continue to post here, and would recommend reading the list of descriptions and histories of characters found in the Greenroom if you'd like a headstart. Once again, welcome! ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is one big crime, I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/1/02 12:21:39 am

As Gyrfalcon, Kaleyra, and Timothy continue their discussions of faith and Y'Tren takes the place of Captain Wallace at the wheel of the ship, a bound and gagged Reyn rests humbly near the front of the main deck. The barbaric theif had gone through quite a day, and was currently being watched over by two half-sober sailors that seemed to growl menacingly at him every time he made even the slightest movement. Never the less, after the events that had transpired that day, the unfaithfull theif was contemplating whether or not he should begin believing in miracles... He had not only survived an encounter with the merciless Myth, but had also been saved by the very person that had promised to do away with him the next time he laid eyes upon him... In fact, Gyrfalcon had even paid for Reyn's passage aboard the ship, which seemed almost incomprehensible to the theif who had caused so much trouble previously... Feeling sharp pangs of guilt for his past actions, Reyn silently vows not to bother the adventurers in their quest any longer... Constantly pushed onward by a powerfull ocean breeze, the "Lunging Lobster" continues in it's steady path northward through the rest of the day and night. The next day of travel also passes by rather peacefully, though there is a false alarm at one point as a crew member believes he see's a shiny spot on the ocean that bears a resemblance to that of the giant serpent encountered previously. Fortunatly, this assumption proves to be false, as the shine is actually due to several coral reefs deep under the water that happen to harbor many shiny pearls... Although there are no new encounters with hostile sea creatures, it is apparent to the crew and adventurers that this area of the ocean seems to be bustling with life... Many strange birds fly above the ship and let out their peculiar calls over the course of the day, and ever so often the sound of merfolk singing can be heard faintly in the distance. Fishes of several shapes, sizes, and colors swim in packs around areas nearby the ship... Eventually, night falls upon the ocean horizon once again, and with this nightfall comes what the adventurers hope to be the end of their long journeying... Indeed, they had traveled far and wide, and now, finally, they had reached what was hopefully their final destination... Y'Tren signals to the crew members to lower the sails and set the drag sails on the ocean to prevent drifting. Taking a deep breath of night air and looking upwards, Y'Tren is pleased to see a full moon shining brightly in the cloudless night sky... Abandoning his place at the wheel and making his way to the other adventurers, Y'Tren takes another deep breath, clears his throat, and then declares: "Well... it's time to see if our hard labors and faith have ultimately paid off! The Rainbow Vale should be located in the proximity of this area, I suppose it's high time we test our hypothesis... Kaleyra, I leave you in charge of the testing, and wish you the best of luck..." As Y'Tren says this, Captain Wallace and several of his crew members watch the happenings from the other side of the deck. Joking to his crew and pointing to the adventurers, Wallace rudely calls out: "Excuse me, Y'Tren and company, but why in the hell are we trying to stop in the middle of the ocean!? Ain't no land anywhere near here, I can assure ya! If ya wanted to go fishing, you should have chose another boat!" At this comment, several of the crew break out into gales of laughter...

Katzaniel paces back and forth near Wyvern's desk as the Elder of Initiates procedes to go over her application story carefully... The overgrown lizard stops in his reading every few seconds to glance up nervously at the pacing leopard, afraid that she might grow impatient and decide to opt for an almost-dragonic lunch over an accepted application... Having finished reading over the application, Wyvern grins and sets it down on his desk, nodding to the eager leopard and hissing: "Just a moment... I have to fetch my Acceptance stamp from my desk drawer... let's see here..." Having said this, Wyvern begins opening several of the drawers in his desk, all of which are overflowing with various unfinished papers and other oddities. Rummaging through his endless mess of a desk while cursing to himself under his breath, the greedy lizard happens to come across a drawer in which several posters offering rewards for the retreival of missing animals have been stored. The picture of a missing dark spotted yellow cat belonging to a rich family on the top of pile immediatly catches Wyvern's eye, and a sinister scheme quickly makes it's way into his selfish little mind... Picking up the dark spotted yellow cat poster from the top of the pile, Wyvern compares the picture of the cat's face to that of Katzaniel's. They seemed quite similar, though Katzaniel was obviously a bit larger... But then, Wyv could always make up a story along the lines of having fed her copious amounts of food... heck, he might even be able to get the rich family to augment their reward due to "food costs"! Turning to Katzaniel and grinning, Wyvern mutters: "Well Katzaniel... I very much liked your story, and will certainly accept your application... if you'll do a little favor for me. You see, there's this rich family that seems to be missing a black spotted yellow cat, and I thought that you ressembl-" Before Wyvern has finished, Katzaniel has changed forms into that of a tigertaur, having suspected the overgrown lizard's plot in advance. The incredibly fierce-looking tigertaur applicant rushes up to his desk and growls: "Is my application accepted for the writing, or not?!" Seeing that his scheme will obviously not pull through this time, Wyvern lets out a terrified " eep" before quickly stamping Katzaniel's application "ACCEPTED". OOC: A good application, Katzaniel, ACCEPTED. Welcome to the Mighty Pen! I'll e-mail you the appropriate password material in the very near future... Almost a Dragon... "My life is one big crime, I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Wyvern scampers into the Cabaret Room and franticaly unravels a large parchment of some sort... Clearing his throat and stretching his scaly wings a bit, the overgrown lizard announces... Promotion time! After a much delayed absence of ranking promotions, they've finally been finalized and decided. The Eldership sincerely apologizes for the lateness of these promotions, and promise that they'll take place on a more frequent basis from now on. The newly promoted Pen members are *drumroll*: Promoted to a ranking above Quill Bearer of their choice (with the exceptions of "Bard" and "Elder") : Balladore Falcon2001 Rezure Promoted to Quill Bearer: Bhurin Justin Silverblade Nyyark Rahsash Geldrich Tralla Promoted to Page: Annael Big Pointy One Brute Canid Foxglove4543 Jonathan Wolfe Psimon Revery SaberCoEP Seth Exodus Xradion Zephryin While a few of the people mentioned above are no longer with the Pen or have been participating on a less frequent basis recently, all of them at one time between this vote and the last have shown a great amount of participation and devotion to the guild. We once again promise that the next promotions will not be so delayed... If you weren't mentioned on the above list but feel you should have been promoted, there's no need to worry... just continue to participate and write on the guild boards and you'll be certain to be upgraded next promotion. Titles will be changed immediatly... Note that Weenie Awardees will not receive their new status until they've rid themselves of their Weenie Awards. The Elder of Lists is currently out of town, so please excuse any slight delays there may be in the mailing of new passwords and editting of lists. Thanks all! [image]http://members.shaw.ca/kea/am/wyvy.jpg[/image] ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is one big crime, I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

As Wyvern rushes out of Waterlily's gaping maw, frantically looking left and right and sniffing in the direction of the enticing "Theif BeGone" spray, Gyrfalcon and Canid brush the disgusting plant chemicals off of their chests and sigh to themselves... The party hadn't even truly begun yet, and already their cloths had become partially ruined... Heading in the direction of the tables near where Peredhil sits, the three party-goers do not realize that Waterlily's yawn is growing larger by the minute... This rapid growth was largely due to the seeds Waterlily had planted in the ceiling of the Ballroom, which now seemed to be spreading pollen throughout the room. This rain of pollen was causing Waterlily to expand, proving that the gigantic plant was smarter than many people may have originally suspected... By the time Wyvern, Canid, and Gyrfalcon have reached the birthday tables, Waterlily has become the size of over half of the huge room. Elder Wyvern momentarily stops in his pursual of "Theif BeGone"-sprayed objects as a confused scream rings throughout the chamber, and turns his head just in time to be swallowed by an enormous Waterlily. The gargantuan plant then procedes to swallow the rest of the Ballroom whole in one fell swoop, and cements it's open mouth directly where the party entrance is located... Interestingly enough, this unexpected change of events ultimately make very little difference in the party itself... As everything had been swallowed whole, all of the various festivities and people were in place and intact. In addition, the jungle-like atmosphere of the party remained, as the interior of Waterlily seemed to be full of various plants and even live species of animals... Perhaps the only difference from before was that the climate seemed slightly more humid, with the occasional digestive acid dripping from the ceiling... At least that was the only change that one would notice at a first glance...

Rhapsody, A haiku can, indeed, be an acceptable form of application under the condition that thought and effort was put into the making of it. The one problem with posting a single haiku application is that, at times, the effort put into it may not be immediatly apparent. Thus, if you write lots of haikus, I might recommend putting 3 or 4 of your favorites together as an application. I look forward to reading your app... [image]http://members.shaw.ca/kea/am/wyvy.jpg[/image] ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is one big crime, I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 10/19/02 2:46:52 pm

As the skies outside of the Mighty Pen Keep begin to darken and night falls upon the many passageways of the Cabaret Room, Wyvern works away feverishly at the surprise birthday/welcoming party he had been planning for his beloved Cheyenne... Pacing back and forth with a pen tucked behind his right ear, Wyvern skims through an accounting book he carries with one hand while typing into an extra-large printing calculator with the other... Let's see here... Gigantic cake complete with extra-shiny candles... check! Pamphlet copies of "Fate" poem... check! Stylish black thongs sale counter... check! Sexy, sexy man kissing booth (courteousy Orlan)... check! Instant hair dye sprays... check! Sleeping bags... check! Victorian flower design... hmmmm... Wyvern sighs deeply... this party certainly wouldn't be helping his geld balance... but then, the sparkle of Cheyenne's eyes and the thought of a smile on her face were more than enough to motivate the overgrown lizard to fully pursue the project. Grinning at the thought of various potential after party activities (*lustfull hiss*), the Patron Saint of Parties quickly decides to head over to the Ballroom where he's set up all the festivities to see if Waterlily had finished the flower design Wyvern had politely asked him to put up. Waterlily was, after all, an expert in all things related to flowers, being a giant flower himself... Besides, he worked of off cheap plant food... ;p Walking down the corridor leading to the Ballroom, Wyv passes the portrait of Zool that rests on the lefthand side of the hall, and stops momentarily to wink and nod to it. Zool's portrait was currently disguised as a portrait of George Washington, as Wyvern had given him the responsibility of signaling to the rest of the crowd when Cheyenne was coming, so that they could surprise her when she arrived. Dressed in a formal uniform with a striking white wig and riding upon an elegant ship that vaguely resembled a rubber chicken, the picture of Zool blended right in with the rest of the pictures lining the corridor, and thus made him the perfect hidden informant. Finally arriving at the entrance to the Ballroom, Wyvern quietly opens the door expecting to see beautifull flower decorations... only to be taken aback in awe and astonishment. The room had turned a heated jungle in his absence, complete with all sorts of bizarre wildlife, hyperactive vines, and complex overgrowth... "What the... W-Waterlily...?" manages Wyvern before being caught by one of the hyperactive vines and pulled into the chaotic jungle of a ballroom... OOC: Happy birthday and welcome back, Cheyenne. My apologies for not having called you, I tried to do so several times but your number didn't seem to work and I'm not certain which e-mail you're currently using. Anyway, you have my best of wishes for your birthday and I'm very happy to see you back in the Pen. By the way, this thread's open for all to participate in...

As the Sun slowly begins it's decent beneath the hilly ridges, covering the river bank and the stretching plains beyond it in a beautfull semi-golden light that would have undoubtedly passed Rydia's "shiny test", several happy animals begin to curl up with one another to watch the glamorous sunset in the peace and tranquility of their natural homes... ... This Disney-like scene is rudely interrupted, however, as an enormous garbage truck passes by, polluting the air and causing the animals to go into violent fits of coughing while giving them serious respiratory problems... What is the significance of this garbage truck and how did it enter into a story that deals largely with thieves named Baghinssss, purple fuzzy things, and interdimensional travel you ask? Well... it just so happens that Wyvern, that lizard amongst lizards, had hitched a ride in the back of the truck in the hopes of getting back to the Pen. It was safe to say that the overgrown lizard was not in the best of spirits, yet the greedy Elder was never the less hopefull that the Mighty Pen would be somewhere near the trucks weekly garbage route... Wyvern hadn't had the best of days... in fact, it's safe to say that the overgrown lizard was in a pretty miserable condition. He was covered in dirty water and sea weed, had a fish of some sort sticking out his left ear, was penniless, and to top things off his tail still hurt from the scratches Cambronne had made earlier. Wyvern lets out a long sigh and sniffs to himself, holding his nose in disgust after doing so... Garbage trucks weren't exactly his favorite means of transportation either... After having sat in the garbage truck for quite a while, Wyvern gets dumped into an ice cold lake that resides near the Mighty Pen. This is not particularly pleasant, as, while Wyvern naturally hates water, he just so happens to hate icey water even more... Never the less, the cold lake manages to clean Wyv of his smell and sea weed, and the freezing lizard quickly rushes over to the Pen in need of warmth and comfort. Entering through the main entrance, the shivering lizard immediatly rushes down the central hall, passing Stale and Peredhil at the bar and entering a cozy area of the Cabaret Room where a fireplace is burning. Rushing up to the fireplace and placing his face up against the very grill of the flames, Wyvern hugs it's circumference and lets out an exhausted sigh, letting the cold pass out of him... Now, if he only had some form of comfort... It is at this moment that Wyvern feels a slight poke on his shoulder and turns to find none other than his beloved Cheyenne, who is giggeling softly to herself from having caught the goofy lizard off guard. Wyvern is speechless for a long moment, delightfully astonished that his cherished sweetheart has finally returned, but fortunatly few words need to be spoken... Needless to say, if the fire hadn't fully rid Wyvern of his cold, the prolonged and passionate kiss certainly did... Perhaps this wasn't turning out to be such a bad day after all... [image]http://members.shaw.ca/kea/am/wyvy.jpg[/image] ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is one big crime, I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 10/13/02 12:28:32 am

Master Burrofoot fidgets nervously in his applicant easy chair as he waits for the infamous Elder of Initiates to arrive... The eager applicant had been sitting in the Recruitment Office for hours on end, yet there still hadn't been even the faintest sign of the overgrown lizard... Melba, the Almost Secretary of Initiates, paces back and forth near Burrofoot's chair, cursing to herself and mumbeling angry things about Wyvern under her breath. As Master Burrofoot lets out a long and dismal sigh, Melba stops in mid-pace and turns her head towards the applicant. The obese Almost Secretary then clears her throat and apologetically mutters: "Master Burrofoot... I'm awfully sorry for this delay, sometimes that overgrown lizard can be so inconsiderate... Last night he had a large drinking binge with his Decanter of Endless Booze and I think he's probably feeling the after effects right now. Just be a bit more patient and I'm certain he'll show up..." Grumbling to herself, Melba decides that she could use a cup of coffee and heads over to her desk, where she is surprised to find that her cup has been already filled to the brim. The Almost Secretary of Initiates doesn't realize that the black substance in her cup is not, in fact, coffee, but rather the witch's brew which Xeros had previously disposed of... Taking a sip of her "coffee", Melba finds it even more refreshing then usual and gulps down the entire cup in one go. She licks her lips after having finished it, and considers complementing the Pen Elders on their new choice of coffee, when suddenly she notices that a large dark cloud is beginning to form over her head around the ceiling of the office. Master Burrofoot's eyes widen as the clouds above Melba grow larger and larger, and he jumps slightly when a rumble of thunder is emitted from one of them... "What in the name of-" starts Melba before gazing dumbfounded into the clouds as hundreds of slimy frogs suddenly begin raining down upon her. Melba tries to escape this downpour of frogs, but much to her dismay the dark cloud seems to follow her whereever she runs to... Interestingly enough, Wyvern randomly falls out of one of the clouds along with several frogs and crashes onto his desk, stamping Burrofoot's application "ACCEPTED" in the process. ;p OOC: An ACCEPTED application, Master Burrofoot... welcome to the Mighty Pen. Be sure to create an EZboard account for your posting (a link to this can be found in the "Lists of Terra"-"Lists of Usefull Links" section of the guild). Also, either post your e-mail here or mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com, so that I can send you the passwords and stuff... Thanks! [image]http://members.shaw.ca/kea/am/wyvy.jpg[/image] ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is one big crime, I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 10/12/02 10:10:08 pm

Xeros Viewer (10/4/02 7:37:03 am) Reply Application for membership -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: This is an old story of mine that a friend and I decided to work on together.. I recently found it while exploring the archives of MS Word Documents on my computer, and decided to continue it.. Enjoy... {Dark clouds loom high in the skies of Terra, and heavy rain falls to the earth below. For over two days time the western regions of Terra have been overwhelmed by the constant and seemingly endless down pours. These down pours have created many traveling hazards. Roads have been washed out, entire villages buried in massive landslides, fields of crops drowned from flooded riverbanks, and even the footpaths have become a hazard. So much so, that not even the bravest of the brave have dared venture into the western regions, and those who dwell there have rarely exited their homes. The fifth day of the seemingly endless deluge has been the worst so far. High winds howl ferociously through the trees, and bolts lightning streak across the sky so brightly that they sometimes create the illusion of daylight. It is on this day that we find a lone figure making it’s way along a beaten and very muddy footpath. A bright flash of lightning and a very loud crack of thunder startle the figure and nearly cause it to trip over a log that has fallen in the middle of the path. The once icy blue cloak this person wore, was now a deep royal blue color on top, and a rather muddy color at the bottom. The figure removes the hood, revealing the gender of the individual. An attractive blonde, who stands about 5'6 or so, stands alone in the middle of path. The rain is quickly soaking her flaxen hair, and causing it to stick to her face. Another blinding flash of lightning illuminates the sky, and shows the visible signs of fatigue on the young woman’s face. The woman brushes her hair away from her face as another flash of lightning appears in the sky, and reveals that she has recently been involved in a battle in the form of a rather large gash on her right cheek. The wound has still yet to close most likely due to the rainfall, and blood still flows from it and slowly trickles down her cheek. The woman lets out an exhausted sigh, but pulls her hood back over he head and continues on down the path. The woman continues on her travels, not stopping to rest her tired body for another two days, until she arrives in the town of FalconHawk. Tired and incredibly exhausted, the young lady walks into the town. Because of the heavy rain, no one is out side so she slowly makes her way down to the local tavern. The door to the tavern swings open and the young lady steps inside. The patrons of the tavern all momentarily cease their activities to look at the stranger who has just entered. The woman slowly unties the blue ribbon around her neck and her drenched cloak falls to the wooden tavern floor. The bar patrons watch as she rings her hair out first then her cloak, and then go back to their conversations and drinking. Picking up her backpack and cloak, the woman walks over to an empty table and takes a seat. The owner walks up to her and looks at her for a moment or two, then notices the deep wound on her face. Tavern Owner: Miss, you need to go get some medical attention. That looks like a pretty nasty gash you have there. Girl: Yes I’m aware of that, but I need to rest first though. I’ve been traveling for over two days now; and all I want is sleep. {The Tavern Owner nods, and heads back to the bar. He soon returns with a goblet of milk for the young lady.} Tavern Owner: Miss you’ve been traveling out in this weather for over two days now?? Why would you be doing this? {The girl takes a drink from the goblet, and then looks up at the tavern owner.} Girl: I’m searching for someone, maybe you’ve seen him or heard of him. Oh you can address me as Raieyana. Tavern Owner: Well miss Raieyana, who is this man that you’re looking for? Raieyana: His name is Xeros, have you heard of him? {Many of the tavern customers turn and look at the table that Raieyana is sitting at. She fires a few cold glares at those people, being the center of attention is something that she didn’t like. Just as she does that, the few go back to socialize with others at their tables.} Tavern Owner: Yes I’ve heard of him, he is a great warrior. He lives in this town, I see him once and awhile. Why are you looking for him? Raieyana: I am in his debt for a while ago. I don’t really want to get into that story. Any ways, if you do happen to see him this evening tell him that I am staying at the Inn of the Whispering Winds. Good evening sir. {Raieyana quickly puts her hair back up; the once light blue ribbon was dark and drab. She places her cloak over her shoulders again, pulling the hood over her head. She lets out a miserable sigh, as Tavern owner hands Raieyana her backpack. He smiles meekly at her, slowly she turns and heads outside side. The streets of nearly dead, but many people still going about their business. The rain wasn’t going to stop them from gathering supplies for their journeys are food for their families. Slowly Raieyana walks towards the Inn, which luckily is only a few buildings away. The rain was finally starting to dissipate, which meant that it was hopefully going to be a better today tomorrow. The fatigued girl pushes the door of the Inn open, dropping her bag on the floor. There behind the desk, was a pudgy man who was about his mid 30’s or so. Inn Keeper: How can I help you Miss? Raieyana: I’d like to get a room for the night, I may stay here long but I’m unsure as of yet. {The Inn keeper smiles at her} Inn Keeper: Very well. You look pretty exhausted, don’t worry about paying tonight. I want the money tomorrow though, have yourself a nice sleep. You can stay in room number seven. {The Inn Keeper handed the door key to Raieyana, who takes it and bows in gratitude. Slowly she drags her backpack on the stairs, making enough noise that it could possibly wake up the other occupants. Finally she finds her room; slowly she pushes the door open. She rubs her eyes, allowing herself to get used to the dim light in the room. Removing her cloak, she tosses it over a chair in hopes that it will be dry when morning comes. Standing in front of the chair, Raieyana lets out a yawn then walks towards the bed. With out thinking or getting changed, she falls on the bed. Completely exhausted from her long journey, Raieyana drifted quickly off into a deep dream filled slumber. Outside the downpour of rain had lessened to a minor shower, but still the fear of another deluge plagued the minds of the townsfolk as they hurriedly went about their nightly business. Meanwhile back at the Tavern, a lot of commotion can be heard coming from within. Nothing violent is happening, it sounds more like a lot of singing off key, laughter, and occasional angry drunken warriors shouting at the rest of the patrons. Outside of the tavern footsteps can be heard drawing near. The audible squishing sound of the soft earth under the person’s heavy foot grows louder with every step towards the tavern. Suddenly the tavern door swings open and hits the wall with a very loud Thud!! Everyone in the tavern immediately stops what they are doing and turns towards the doorway, some drawing their swords in preparation for a battle. Standing in the doorway is a fairly tall figure whose features are hidden behind a long full-length black cloak. The figure moves his hands to his head. In one swift motion the figure removes the hood that has hiding his face. He has long and flowing black hair that falls to his shoulders. Slowly he raises his head to reveal a pair of cold emotionless eyes blood red in color, with a trio of scars running diagonally across his right eye. The rest of his face is that of a handsome gentleman. The patrons of the tavern all begin to whisper and talk silently almost not wanting to be heard.. “Xeros,” whispers one of the warriors. “That’s Xeros?” whispers another. Yet another warrior chimed in, “He’s supposedly one of the most skilled warriors in all of Terra.” Xeros removes his cloak revealing that he is a well-developed individual with a broad and muscular upper body, and a similarly built lower body. He is dressed in a black and red explorers outfit. Xeros looks around at the many patrons of the tavern, and chuckles to him self.} Xeros: Oh don’t let my arrival interrupt your bad singing, arguments, and stories of battles fought. Please do carry on. {Soon the tavern was back to the way it was before his entrance. Xeros turned towards the tavern owner and smirked at him.} Xeros: (in a mocking tone of voice) Does my appearance here always draw this much attention Borrak? {Borrak returns the comment with a chuckle of his own.} Borrak: Every time Xeros.. Every time. So what will you have tonight? {Xeros smiled} Xeros: I’ll have a house special tonight. Borrak: Ohhhhhh… Now you are truly living dangerously. {Borrak stars to laugh as he slowly pours a liquid substance from a green bottle into a chalice.} Xeros: It’s the only way I know how to live. {Borrak handed Xeros the chalice filled with his special concoction, which he thanked him greatly for, and retired to his usual seat in the far back corner of the Tavern. No one who frequented the tavern really knew what ingredients Borrak used to make his house drink, and because a slight but thick fog poured over the brim of the glass, no one really wanted to know either. Time slowly passed on, and Xeros as usual sat alone at his table in that dark corner slowly drinking Borraks concoction. Xeros finished the drink and ordered up another one, which Borrak quickly delivered to him.} Xeros: So anything else interesting happen today Borrak? {Xeros asked calmly before taking a drink from the chalice. Borrak stood there for a moment, before he replied.} Borrak: Well I had to throw a couple of warriors out because they were about to tear up my tavern. Nothing else really.. This crazy weather isn’t the best creator of news, but ummmm.. Oh yes a young woman came into the tavern today, and it just so happens she was looking for you.. {Xeros set the chalice down on the table and looked up at Borrak.} Xeros: Looking for me? Did she say what she wanted?” {Borrak just shrugged his shoulders. } Borrak: She didn’t say what she wanted, just that she is in your debt for something, but she wouldn’t say what that was either. Xeros: (With a mischievous grin on his face) Hmmm.. Interesting.. What did this woman look like? {Borrak described Raieyana to Xeros, who seemed very interested in what this young woman, wanted from him. } Xeros: Well where is this young woman now? Borrak: Well she said something about staying at the Inn of the Whispering Winds. Xeros: I see.. Well I shall take my leave. I fear if I have another one of these special drinks of yours I might not make it though the night. If miss Raeiyana shows up tomorrow tell her that if she wishes to meet with me, I can be reached at my home. {Borrak chuckled} Borrak: Those special drinks of mine are made only to be consumed by the bravest of the brave. For you have to be the bravest, or craziest to be willing to try one. If the lady shows up I shall give her your instructions. But I know not where your home is. {Xeros rose to his feet and put his black cloak back on and tied it securely around his neck. He then turned to Borrak and gave him the location of his home, and warned that if anyone but miss Raieyana shows up to his home, he would pay dearly.. Borrak swallowed hard, and complied. Xeros grinned wickedly at Borrak again, and calmly exited the tavern and disappeared into the darkness…} ------------------------------------------------------------------------- NEW POST Archive Note The original post was made by someone who was not registered. As a result the parser messed up when converting. Their post appears above, followed by the next available post here: Wyvern00 Elder of Initiates Posts: 730 (10/10/02 11:13:17 pm) Reply Of Deadly Alcoholic Beverages and Pen Applications -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Xeros waits patiently in his applicant easy chair as Wyvern goes over his application story for the forty eighth time, sniffing and hiccuping to himself as he does so... While the eager applicant hoped this continuous rereading of his text was done because the Elder of Initiates wanted to make sure of it's excellent quality, the greedy reptile's demeanor suggested otherwise. It was apparent that Wyvern had had one too many swigs from the Decanter of Endless Booze, and thus wasn't in his most sober state of mind... "Shay..." mumbles Wyvern in a drunken slur, placing Xeros' application back down onto his desk and grinning "I notished that in thish story, ya seem to like strong drinks... Well, I'll tell ya what... Shince this is some really good writing, I'll let ya join the Pen if ya try out this new beverage some of my buddies've been experimenting with!" "New beverage...?" mutters Xeros in a somewhat confused manner, wishing he had come on a day where Wyvern hadn't had so much too drink. The applicant is about to ask whether or not his writing alone is enough for acceptance when suddenly, Wyvern whistles and the office door swings open. Much to Xeros' amazement, 7 Pen Elder dwarves dressed in witch costumes hobble into the office, collectively carrying what appears to be a large boiling pot. "Isn't it a bit early in the month for Halloween...?" mumbles Xeros as the witch-dwarves set their bubbeling pot in the center of the room. Wyvern cheers drunkenly as the dwarves begin chanting while tossing a variety of ingredients into the bubbeling substance: Tail of Newt... Eye of Frog... Penguin Suit... Sleazy's Snot... Toadstool Root... Dirt from Bog... Bill Gate's Loot... mIRC Log... After they've finished this ceremony, the dwarves lower a diamond chalice into the brew they've concocted using a long handle (they wouldn't dare touch it, after all) and fill the chalice to the brim. After this, the 7 Pen Elder dwarves pass around the chalice and each take a sniff of it to test if it's been made correctly... One by one, the dwarves grin and nod to themselves as they do this... Satisfied by their end product, the dwarves hand Wyvern the diamond chalice, which the overgrown lizard then procedes to place on his desk table in front of Xeros. The Pen applicant stares into the liquid of the cup reluctantly, watching it move and bubble unnaturally... "Drink thish, and yer excepted in the Pen..." mutters Wyvern in between taking sips from his Decanter. "... now if you'll excuse me, I have ta use the resht room fashilities briefly. I exshpect to see the cup empty when I return!" With that, Wyvern leaves for the rest rooms, which gives a relieved Xeros just enough time to pour the unnatural contents of the chalice into a nearby coffee mug (labeled "Melba"). The Pen Elder dwarves are occupied with adding new things to their brew, and thus don't notice Xeros as he does this... When Wyvern returns and finds the chalice empty, he officially declares Xeros "ACSHEPTED!" OOC: On a more serious note, an "ACCEPTED" application Xeros, welcome to the Mighty Pen! My apologies for the lateness in responding, real life has kept me quite busy lately. Be sure to make either a local or universal EZboard account for posting (a link to this can be found in our "List of Usefull Links", in the "Links of Terra" section of the guild). Also, be sure to either post your e-mail here or send me a mail at elitwack90@hotmail.com, so I can get you the password info and stuff. Once again, welcome!

Tamaranis knocks three times on the door to Wyvern's office and is about to see if it's unlocked when suddenly the entrance swings open in a flash of cameras and a burst of noise... The confused vampiric applicant is immediatly pulled into the office, and finds himself surrounded by noisy men in ties and annoying flashing cameras... Before Tamaranis can so much as say a word, he's pulled into a chair where several women procede to cover him with makeup and exotic accessories, including a large checkered apron and a chef's hat. After they've finished and are happy with his appearence in the mirror, they shove him onto what appears to be a stage with a cardboard backdrop depicting the center of a large bowl of spaghetti. Tamaranis looks from left to right, stuttering a bit and still confused as the camera men surrounding him begin filming his every move... Tamaranis' confusion is only augmented as what appears to be a large, walking garlic clove with arms and legs fumbles onto the set. The enormous garlic clove (which happens to have a scaly red tail sticking out it's back) advances towards Tamaranis while shaking what appears to be a thin cylindrical spray can that it holds in it's right hand. After the enormous garlic clove stands about a foot away from the vampire, it holds up the can for the cameras to see, clears it's throat, and exclaims in an almost-dragonic voice: "Tired of the same ol' garlic flavor in your pasta dishes? Are your shell noodles out of style? Do your bread sticks have bad taste...?" With this, the enormous garlic clove reaches into a secret compartment of it's body and pulls out a fashionable-looking green bow tie, which it procedes to fasten to it's front while beaming with pride... "Then why not try out "Four Leaf Clover" brand garlic spray, the only garlic spray that tastes 100% natural, as if it were fresh from the clover! Let's see what the professional chefs think..." Having said this, the enormous garlic clove points the spray can it has towards Tamaranis and sprays a large wiff of "Four Leaf Clover" garlic spray in the vampire's general direction. Tamaranis, being a vampire, is naturally revolted by this and wretches, waving away the smell as best as he can. It's at this moment that the overgrown lizard dressed in the garlic clove outfit (Wyvern) notices that the actor playing the part of the chef is not Steven Seagal as had previously been planned by the director... "T-Tamaranis...?" the giant garlic clove mutters while nervously fidgeting with it's bowtie. Tamaranis, while continuing to choke and gag from the garlic fumes previously released, swiftly grabs the garlic spray can from the gigantic garlic clove's right hand and immediatly crushes it with the strength of his clenched fist. A murmer breaks out amongst the camera men in the audience, and the Wyvern the garlic clove decides to improvise by tap dancing on the set... Unfortunatly, as is often the case when Wyvern tries to improvise something, this backfires horribly and he trips... The set designers in the audience's eyes widen in horror as their giant garlic clove mascot falls over and begins rolling uncontrollably towards the backdrop they had spent months designing... Before the director of the garlic spray commercial can even yell "CUT!!!" Wyvern the garlic clove has crashed straight through the set design and out the office window... As the director, set designers, camera men, and even Steven Seagal (who had arrived at the set late) jump out the office window and chase after Wyvern the garlic clove cursing, Melba the Almost Secretary of Initiates hands a bewildered Tamaranis a small piece of the script that had been left behind, on which there is typed in bold letters: "ACCEPTED" OOC: A very good application, Tamaranis... certainly ACCEPTED. Welcome to the Mighty Pen! Be sure to post your e-mail here or mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com so that I can get you the password info and stuff. Once again, welcome! Great to have you here... [image]http://members.shaw.ca/kea/am/wyvy.jpg[/image] ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is one big crime, I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 10/3/02 7:41:31 pm

Interesting poem, Canid. As you pointed out in your end notes, this "Secret Poem" seems to be focused mainly around the theme of the oppresion of women due to their gender in a society dominated by males. The poem is told from the perspective of a woman, and the theme is hinted at through several references she makes to having "no mind" to make her decisions with. This theme is also shown in the questions the narrator poses in the fifth stanza of the poem, and the answers she recieves from one of her male "masters". Rather then answering the narrator in a rational manner, the man responds by telling her to "Question not, just believe", implying that she has no say in the matter and pointing directly towards the principle theme of the poem. There was one line that seemed awkward to me in terms of rhythm... In the second stanza, when the narrator notes that her soul is a burden "On those who can think", the line doesn't really seem to flow with the rest of the poem for me. Other then that, I think that the rhythm is good... Nice work, Canid. [image]http://members.shaw.ca/kea/am/wyvy.jpg[/image] ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is one big crime, I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Y'Tren frowns upon hearing the slight sound of doubt ringing in Kaleyra's voice as she questions whether or not they'll ever find the Pool of Eternal Reflection... Clearing his throat and placing a hand on Kaleyra's right shoulder, the veteran adventurer mutters: "Kaleyra, there's no reason we should even be considering such an outcome... We've come far in our travels, we've gathered sufficient evidence that the Rainbow Vale exists, and even the winds seem to be acting in our favor... The Pool is within our reach, I can feel it..." Having said this, Y'Tren takes his hand off of Kaleyra's shoulder and looks up at the clear blue sky for a moment, taking in a deep breath of ocean air before continuing his speech: "Either way, we'll know if our efforts have paid off soon enough... Our destination grows closer by the minute... In fact, if the weather continues to be this nice, I would say we have only about two days of travel ahead of us before we discover if our hypothesis about the Rainbow Vale is true..." Y'Tren then frowns and stares at the ocean horizon. "Of course, then again... if we run into more creatures like the one we did today, it could could prove to be tough going from this point onwards..." The other adventurers nod solemnly as Y'Tren sighs, turning his head towards the front of the "Lunging Lobster". "Speaking of despicable creatures, I should really get back to steering the ship... I don't quite trust Wallace at the wheel, since he and I haven't been at the best of terms on this voyage. He wouldn't admit it outright, of course... but I'm certain you've noticed some bitterness in his attitude." Having said this, Y'Tren points a finger towards Kaleyra's wounded wing and says: "Rest up and try to heal the best you can, I'll have another crew member aid me with the navigation for the rest of the trip. I doubt you will have fully recovered your ability to fly by the time we reach our destination, but at the very least perhaps the pain will have subsided... I'll be needing your aid once we reach the destination, of course, as you're the one most knowledged in the workings of the crystal..." With that, Y'Tren heads off to the wheel of the ship once again...