Wyvern

Wow! I really like this poem X'... I found the last three stanzas particularly captivating, especially the ending. I think that one of the major themes of the poem is that as immaculatly as man was created, he still indulges in sin and destroys his own kind. This theme is hinted at in the second to last stanza, where it reads: "For the blood of all nations/ Runs together in endless/ Rivers of genocide." (ll. 22-24) In addition, in destroying his kind and indulging in sin, as well as in ignoring the sins of others, man may also be destroying himself. This can be seen in the last stanza of the poem, where the narrator notes that he has "slept in the inferno too long" and that is what causes his body to shatter. These are just my thoughts on the themes, of course... In any case, it's an excellent piece of poetry! [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: 4/28/02 6:59:22 pm

It's only natural that different people percieve the same poems as having different themes... Part of the beauty of poetry is that it's completely open to individual interpretation. Very insightfull comments Nyyark, it certainly gives a different perspective to the poem. [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: 4/26/02 9:07:15 pm

Note: not that sensible a response, but I couldn't resist... ;p 1) Archmage: A sorcerer who takes a particular fondness in using visual spells that take the formation of massive archs. A few examples of some commonly used spells would be the Grand Artic Arch, the Infernal Arch of Chaos, the Divine Arch of Holy Retribution, and the Arch of Lonliness (for the Nether magics). 2) Colors of Magic: the colors which magic takes when it's casted. Like I really had to tell you that... ;p 3) Ascendency: A kind of magic which specializes in spells that ascend on their opponents, propelling them upwards. Examples of spells in this genre would include "Raise Earth", "Gust of Wind Upwards", and the incredibly potent "Enormous Geyser of Water out of Nowhere" spell. 4) Phantasm: A kind of magic that is used to communicate with the ghosts of an opponent's relatives, sympathizing with them and causing them to change their will in your favor. "Summon Casper" remains a personal favorite... 5) Nether: this kind of magic is actually a typo on the behalf of MARI (they make lots of those)... it should read 'Never' magic. It is called Never magic as it doesn't relly on spells, but rather large maces and clubs. No wonder Nevers dominate the top ten... ;p 6) Eradication: Pronounced 'Era Dictation' (a silent 't'). A feared type of magic that relies upon a combination of calculus and history to slowly drive it's enemies insane... 7) Verdancy: Pronounced 'Where Dancing?" (with a foreign accent). A type of magic that simultaneously closes all night clubs on command, and leaves mages to die of boredom on Saturday nights... 8.) Stacks: refers to stacks of money (in this case geld), of course. 9) Guilds: Abbreviation for 'Guilders', a currency of the Netherlands. 10) C.O.S: Corny Old Song 11) R.D: Rooster Den 12) Nixes: nothings 13) Magewar: Another mispelling by MARI, it should read 'Mage Wear'. Yet another shameless advertising gimmick... tsk... ;p 14) MARI: Martyrs Are Really Insistant 15) Multimager: Abbreviation for 'a mage that is molting'. What? You thought that all that casting of magic wouldn't give any disadvantages to the poor fellows...? Hope this helps (or at least provides a laugh ). I've left off many things, so others can feel free to continue the listing... ------------------------------ 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.

Good poem Canid. Simplistic in it's rhyme and structure, it directly conveys it's theme and message, which I believe is that we as people must start taking notice of the harm we are dealing to the Earth and environment. This theme is particularly seen in the lines "It's backwards evolution/ In a world of thick pollution" (ll. 5-6) and when the narrator notes that we should stop thinking "That all the world's a playground" (l. 11). I particularly like the rythm of the first stanza, which immediatly gets the reader involved in the flow of the poem. One thing which you might want to think of improving: the first time I read the second to last line of the poem I wasn't quite certain how to interpret it. Perhaps a line such as "But people tend to hide themselves" or "But people exclude themselves" might work better? Just my thoughts... [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: 4/26/02 1:06:09 pm

Sunrise upon the city of Erindale... As the first rays of light begin flooding the city streets and the earliest peasants begin awakening and going about their daily routines, Gyrfalcon, Kaleyra, and Timothy meet up with Myth and Y'Tren at the southern exit of the city, as they had planned the previous day. Due to the string of recent stressfull events they had encountered, one would expect that the heros would be fatigued... yet this was far from the case. The beautifull morning sunshine and the pleasant chirping of birds made this appear to be an ideal day for traveling, and the thought that they had finally gathered the missing pieces to the puzzle that comprised the secret of the Pool was both exciting and invigorating. After having greeted one another casually, the adventurers waste no time in heading off on their journey South East to the city and docking harbors of Mefferius... After having peacefully traveled together across the verdant feilds adjacent to the large forest of Trenlock for some time, a disturbing thought suddenly occurs to Timothy. The historian briefly clears his throat, then decides to ask Y'Tren: "Y'Tren... you mentioned yesterday that we'll need a ship once we reach the docking harbors of Mefferius... How are we going to procure one?" Gyrfalcon, Kaleyra, and Myth all consider this statement, and then nod in order to enforce Timothy's question. A grin spreads over Y'Tren's face, and he responds: "You needn't worry... I have connections to important people in Mefferius. We should be able to get a ship in less then a days time..." Any worries previously felt are dispelled by this statement, and the adventuring party travels on for the rest of the day confidently. When night has fallen, they find a convenient clearing which seems to be the ideal spot for camping, unaware that Jagon and his two allies had rested at this same clearing previously... Taking different shifts throughout the course of the night, the adventurers rest comfortably under the starry moonlit sky... Elsewhere... In a seedy tavern located somewhere in the poorer districts of the city of Mefferius, as the hands of a dusty antique clock slowly tick towards the time of eleven thirty, a charming young scholar sitting at one of the tables adjusts his yellow bandanna and lifts himself from his seat. He then briefly signals to his two allies, who are seated at other tables, and heads towards the tavern's exit. The allies, a paladin and a priestess, nod and rise to their feet, following the charming scholar figure out the door of the tavern and into the moonlit streets. As they exit the tavern, they pass a 'Wanted' poster which has all three of their faces on it... had there been someone else in the bar at that time of night, perhaps they would have noticed a ressemblence. The news of the descriptions of the culprits involved in the church burnings had spread like wildfire... Not that it mattered, as the three of them were planning on departing this evening... Swiftly, Jagon and his companions Kraisis and Celestia make their way to the city harbors, where Jagon had reserved a ship the previous day. Normally, ships were not available for rent on such short notice, but the person in charge of the harbor had taken an instant liking to Jagon and decided to make an exception for once. Never the less, with 'Wanted' posters of them now posted on every other street wall, it was imperitive that they depart as soon as possible... Having reached the docks of their ship, the shady group begins to head towards their vessel when suddenly a "halt!" is cried out from an area nearby. Jagon and his two allies stop in their places as they are suddenly surrounded by the lantern lights of lightly armored figures which appear to be approaching them from all directions. The local guard... "Stay where you are, you are surrounded!" cries the voice of the leader of the pack of guards, who is marked by a distinctive gold badge embroided on his chain mail and a holy cross dangeling around his neck. The leader of the guards raises one of his hands and several of his surrounding men immediatly @#%$ their bows, aiming them directly at the three wanted fugitives... "It's hopeless, you blasphemers!" yells the leader of the guards "Your tyrany ends here... How dare you take so many innocent lives and desicrate our churchs in such a matter?! You shall be publicaly executed!" Simultaneously, Kraisis and Celestia both begin to take action, but they are immediatly stopped as Jagon halts them. "Kraisis, Celestia..." mutters the scholar "... you need not waste your energy here. There is no need for mindless bloodshed..." "You will come with us immediatly!" continues the leader of the guard as Jagon reaches to the back of his head and unties the seams of his yellow bandanna. The bandanna floats carelessly from his head down to the ground, stopping peacefully on a board of the dock. "What are you waiting fo-" shouts the leader of the guard before being interrupted by the sound of a guard's cry. This is followed by the sound of another guard's scream, followed by the sounds of several bows being dropped to the ground and guards running as fast as their legs can carry them away from the harbor... The leader of the guards is left in confusion for a moment, then takes a good look at Jagon and goes completely pale. Abandonned by his other guards, the leader is too frightened to even run and instead slowly backs himself up against a wall of the dock, stuttering madly. Jagon slowly approaches the leader of the guard, followed by Kraisis and Celestia. Now on the verge of sobbing, the leader desperatly holds out his cross and manages to hoarsely whisper: "Dear Lord... What in the name of God are you?!" Having reached the leader of the guard, Jagon smiles and gently lifts the cross out of the leader's hand, giving it to Kraisis and responding: "In the name of God... I am your destiny." With that, Jagon nods to Kraisis and begins heading back to the vessel they were originally destined for with Celestia, picking up his yellow bandanna and tying it back around his forehead on the way there. Kraisis stays behind for a moment in order to slam the guard leader into the wall and stab him in the throat with the long end of the cross, not even giving him enough time to let out a scream before ending his life. It was a shame they had had to resort to murder after all... but while the other guards who were frightened away wouldn't remember a thing of what they saw, the leader who had stayed behind most likely would have... With that, Kraisis accompanies his allies as they board the vessel Jagon had reserved and prepare to depart for the Rainbow Vale in the pale moonlight...

Because he forgot to pay Wyvern those long withstanding debts he owes him... Nyyark and Brute suddenly look towards Wyvern, their complexions twisted in a mixture of utter disgust and disbelief... "Wyvern..." grumbles Brute "... I don't recall Belizean owing you any-" "Shhhhhhhh!" interrupts the overgrown lizard, quickly putting a finger over Brute's mouth in order to hush him. Wyvern snickers to himself sinisterly, winking to Brute and hissing under his breath: "It's always best to take advantage of situations like these!" Also: Because the format of this thread seems to be rather unusual, and can induce amnesia... ------------------------------ 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.

Ah yes... the miniature, unforeseen annoyances that can ruin one's day. I hope you don't mind if I add my own little non-fictional narrative of something that happened to me just this afternoon... I read over your story and this thread was just begging me to post it... The weather over in Washington D.C recently has been very hot and humid, with sunshine simply pouring down from the sky and few cool places to hide at. So naturally, when I went out in the day time after my classes had ended and decided to walk over to Border's Books and Records in order to do a bit of manga browsing and crate digging*, I was wearing a light T-shirt... (*Crate digging: hip hopper term for browsing through CDs for rarities ;p) After a very nice 15 minute walk to Border's, I had fun browsing there for around 40 minutes and then decided to head back to my dorm... I went out and started casualy heading back, not taking notice that it was very dark outside for only 2 in the afternoon, due to the menacing clouds... Mistake #1... I walked happily for a bit and then suddenly, it began to rain. Rather then turning back, I decided to hurry my pace to the dorm... Mistake #2. No sooner had I gotten an adequate distance away from Border's then a huge storm broke out. This included thunder, lightening, and enormous cascades of rain violently propelled by a gust wind. I've been caught in bad storms in France before, but this was ridiculous! It took approximately 3 seconds for me to get soaked to the bone. The streets were basicaly flooded with water, and my shoes and socks were soaked as well. I dashed as fast as I could to my dormitory, and it started to hail... I fortunatly managed to get inside before the ice droplets reached larger proportions... Once inside, I immediatly went to my room, changed out of my soaking cloths and hanged them up to dry, took a shower, got into some new cloths, and went on the computer to write something up... 5 minutes later, it was sunny outside again... ------------------------------ 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: 4/19/02 6:01:50 pm

Very interesting poem Justin... As I see it, the principle theme of the poem is hinted at through the uses of antithesis through clusters of images, particularly between images such as "hope’s subtle ray" (l. 5) and "deathly box" (l. 6). The most striking of these contrasts, however, is undoubtedly within the title and the last line of the poem, "singing" and "silence". Another thing to note is the many images related to time, and how said time has been lost... Throughout the poem, the narrator seems to be helplessly reaching out towards the things he misses, the places he wants to be, and even hope in general. In my opinion, the "silence" mentioned in the poem could act as a symbol of idleness, suggesting that rather then acting the narrator is wasting his life away in silence. Also evoked from the poem's "silence" is a certain sense of loneliness, which is often combined with lines dealing with love and happiness lost, yet not forgotten. This could be suggesting that the "singing silence", the continuous repitition of "that old silent hit", is largely due to the narrators constantly reminiscing of happier times. Perhaps, then, the ultimate theme of the poem is that the majority of the narrator's time spent reminiscing of happier days might be better spent living in the moment. Very good poem, Justin. I love the idea of silence being a song... [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: 4/18/02 9:04:22 pm

Very oh regional, Arawn! Wonder full use of iron E threw out the poem, part tick you lard Lee at the end. Grrr... ate stuff. Hapee to see U pose ting again! [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: 4/18/02 8:33:36 pm

Here are a couple of quotes from some of my favorite poets: "If I had a hammer... I'd build a city on stilts/ so my feet would stay dry when God's wine glass tilts/ And if I had a shovel... I'd dig a hole in the dirt/ and I'd be hiding when His drunken stupor lands Him on Earth." -Aesop Rock "They say a picture's worth a thousand words.../ Well I beg a thousand pardons for each word I've used for personal gains/ But the letters that float through my head to mold my sentances/ could never be contained by your simple picture frames!" -Slug "Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on./ Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song./ Listen, it's great sharing time now that dad's gone,/ But what's with the choice of words?/ Or the body parts that you decided to tag them on?" -Sage Francis (in guilty contemplation of his self-abusive sister.) "Share the noteless flesh you on to disguise your imperfections/ Replicate thoughts that hibernate to hatch all perceptions/ What you hear is what you receive, take it and strive and continue to be/ as a sheet of loose leaf on a windy day: free." -Illogic "He threw his medals in the river but they sunk alone/ Put shades on his eyes to hide them from the warzone in the sky/ He tried to slit his wrists about a month ago.../ But he's seen so much death, he's scared to life of suicide." -Eyedea (contemplating the life of a traumatized Vietnam war veteran) "They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell.../ You know what I mean: pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells/ Dollar bills.../ Or is it the mindstate that's ill?/ Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build." -Talib Kweli "A day of work completed, a night of rest is needed/ Almost done with a book but eyelids to heavy to read it/ The fireplace is kindling, snug with your queen and building/ About the victories tomorrow's gonna bring your way." -Gift of Gab Enjoy! ------------------------------ 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.

The distorted twists of disbelief and concern that had marked Y'Tren's visage as Myth had announced her reasoning on why the two parties should collaberate quickly fades to one of relief and happiness as Timothy and Gyrfalcon agree, finding logic in Myth's reasoning. Y'Tren noted that Myth's statements, however outrageous they were, did hold a certain truth... neither party would be able to find the Pool without the other's aid. Of course, the aged descendant of the S'den clan would have tried a far more tactile and friendly approach... but then perhaps their aid was more secured this way... After a long moment of silence, Y'Tren raises himself from his seat and holds his glass of ale to the air. "Excellent!" he exclaims joyfully "A toast then! To our new found partnership, here here!" Gyrfalcon and Timothy look to each other for a brief moment and smirk to themselves, noting that Y'Tren's far more friendly approach to collaberating, while perhaps uncalled for after Myth's more somber reasoning, was never the less a welcome relief from the tension that had built during the dialogue. The two warriors raise their drinks, as do Kaylera and even Myth, and there is a brief moment of clinking glasses before the two parties recede to sipping their ales in silence... Then, Y'Tren speaks up once again: "Very well... I think we should make haste and start on our journey early tommorow. We must first reach the docking harbors of the city of Mefferius, which is located a short ways South East of here, and rent a boat to sail out to sea... Shall we meet at the southern exit of the city at sunrise?"

O.K, lessee here... Come get swept away with me to a future so dark Where friends murder friends and machinery sparks A post apocalyptic warp through space and time To make you consider social change and open your mind In this future, it's always night Streets illuminated by guns and streetlights If you don't watch yourself, you gonna get harmed That's why peeps wander the seventh avenue armed Money is everything, fuels corruption and greed Everybody's out trying to protect they seeds But noone succeeds Cus' @#%$ is mad dark And frequently, black sedans, they be parked So next time you see the future, I want y'all to open your eyes Take a deep breath, don't be surprised a era where you dont have to change your views, just speak your mind and dont mold your self into anyone but you, its the new millenium yo i thought u knew, we dont have to be the same as the the generation back in world war 2 Cus the future depicted in this dismal town Ain't actually a future The future is now Peace! --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Alright, sit back, lemme entertain with a few verses here... Dope's at my side yo, our vision is clear The next few verses we're about to spit Are about this crazy lady that always tried to act legit She spotted me and Dope, and while we're two cool brothers When it comes to women, we're often suckers You know the name of the game: she wanted some dough are we ready, if i flood im sorry its 1:30, im so tired and dirty, i feel like im buzzed and im talkn 2 birdies, now this's absurdy, im on a journey, the world will turny, whether I like it or not, I cant think of another rhyming wordy, its really late, I went on a date, participate don't hate, I contemplate my own fate, isn't it great, I once ate on a plate, wait no I didn't cuz im an ape, no im ThE|DoPe, its what I wrote, that'll make me famous, not what my name is, hey yo its rainin, naw ut it is, I think it is Like Dope said, he was buggin, and she gave us this grin The kind the makes a brother forget about morals, embrace sin So I looked to the Dope and the Dope looks back We nod to each other, it's time to react She had this crazy walk, that had your brain running circles Trying to find some kind of explanation and hurdle Forget your normal anxieties and stress If she's looking your way, you must be the best Right? Wrong! It's always the same song She picked you up for the loot, you buy her jewels and she's gone But now, my man Dope's gotta say... how we fell for her charm and went for it anyway... it went like this she gave me a hug then a kiss * Wyvmettic was on the side, Dope was in heaven and bliss i kinda forget everything but the hug n the kiss so i asked her out she agreed i told her she was all i need to succeed this is how we came to be She lied a bit, said she liked his creed so its plain to see that the dope was in love and that this angel of mine was defenitly sent from above times have been worth it, the good and the rough now this's enough to commit your self for the rest of your life so 2 years later i asked her 2 be my wife she said yes and we got married the other nite we're on out honey moon, with do not disturb on our door in neon light when we returned, i had learned, its wyvmettic's turn, to spit some words, on what he has to say, so go wyvmettic tell us about your day So as you can see, whether it be for the love or the loot Women play a vital part of our lives and reboot Emotions of all sorts: love, trust or pain Forming feeling, molding your brain In a sense, women could be considered an enigma Especially if your one of those players or swingers But when you got the kind of relationship the Dope has You'll quickly turn down this hypothesis and laugh Truth be told, without the women, man ain't complete To be there, beside someone, through rain hail and sleet Is truly a wonderfull feeling... and yet So many out on the streets tend to forget That love isn't only physical, they scheme for hoes And seem to forget there's a heart under those cloths They're decieving themselves, don't know how to act So when real love comes around, they ignore it to track More physical gains, numb to emotional pain That secretly flood the brain, due to the way they act hey guys we're out, please do not pout, for we will be back for another rhyme some other time, and the pen shall be empty of words just to be filled again, so do not cry c'mon big guy u can take it as i dish it out right after i make it, my and wyv stick together like a flock of geese, honkin beats, this is it for now--Peace [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: 4/13/02 10:33:02 pm

The short and filthy looking creatures surrounding Belizean and Wyvern all giggle gleefully as they eye the handsome warrior and the overgrown lizard from their positions high atop the boulders... They quietly whisper amongst themselves and grasp their spears tightly, winking to one another and occasionally chuckling to themselves sinisterly. Wyvern and Belizean nervously back up into the center of the aclove, and find themselves facing the surrounding beasties back-to-back, right smack in the center of the clearing between the various boulders... "Heheheh..." murmers Wyvern nervously, the joy once present in his voice having completely faded at this point. Clenching his fists tightly, the overgrown lizard grins slightly and mumbles "Just like our old times as guildmates, eh Beli?" "..." Belizean has a brief flashback of the time when he and Wyvern collaborating to fight off the Tyranz guild in some far off Terrian land... In the flashback, the two are standing back-to-back against a swarm of bloodthirsty tyrant foes... Rather then confidently covering Belizean's rear, however, Wyvern appears to be cowering behind his ally in fear, silently praying for it all to end. Belizean recalls cursing as he is tackled from his rear, and how the coward of an overgrown lizard whined like a loony when the Tyranz dragged the two of them off as prisoners... "Well..." responds Belizean firmly "It's not quite like it was in the past, Wyv, because this time you're really defend-" *Belizean feels a tugging at his leg and notices that Wyvern IS actually crouching and hiding behind him in fear, just like old times... ;p* "WYVERN!" cries Belizean furiously "Get off your scaly ass and take the rear! I need you to cover my back and help defend against these freaks!" Wyvern considers this for a moment in silence, then solemnly shakes his head and begins sucking on a scaly thumb. "Wyvern!!!" growls Belizean, panicing and seriously beginning to lose his temper with the lizard... The groups of goblin creatures surrounding them suddenly begin raising their spears to the air and chanting "Moose! Moose! Moose! Moose!" Belizean franticaly looks back and forth as the crowds begin taking out strange looking horns and blowing on them, creating even stranger echoing sounds. Belizean shuts his eyes and clenches his teeth, praying to be able to make it out of this situation alive... He suddenly feels the ground tremor beneath his feet, and Wyvern faintly whimpers when what sounds like an enormous animal's mating call booms through the air... When Belizean opens his eyes again several minutes later, he finds himself high in the air above the chanting crowds, on top of what appears to be an enormous antler! Wyv is seated on an adjacent antler, and they both scream simultaneously as they notice that attached to the antlers is a gigantic head and body... The two unfortunate comrades were seated atop the head of a giant sand moose... a deadly creature spoken of in myth that supposedly had very poor vision due to it's constantly hiding underground, and often mistook foreign travelers as yummy-looking jumbo squirrels. Wyvern and Belizean shriek as the sand moose let's out a deafening snort and begins shaking it's head from side to side in order to throw the two adventurers off... Not putting any second thoughts into his actions, Wyvern quickly grabs Belizean's hand and jumps onto the moose's neck, dragging Beli along with him. The two of them scream once again as they slide down the moose's back and are rapidly projected off of it's tail... They are sent flying into the crowd of goblin-like spectators, and both ram directly into one of the viewers. This creature topples over, causing another to topple over, and eventually resulting in a domino effect in which each and every goblin spectator is left laying flat on his face... ;p Wyvern franticaly begins rushing through the toppled crowds of spectators, still pulling Belizean along with him, as the gargantuan sand moose turns angrily towards his two fleeing snacks...

The pineapples dance Orangutans, drunk out front Know how to party! You got to admire The little things throughout life That make you go 'ook' Let's flood Topia! IRC party kicks ass Embrace the chaos... Just wanted to give my best of birthday wishes to Elder Gwaihir... Little else to say Everybody knows Gwaihir One hip Elder dude... ;p

Adelaide checks herself in the mirror a final time, making sure that she looks very presentable for her meeting with the infamous Elder of Initiates... Sighing to herself, she walks down the hall and reluctantly pushes the door to the Recruiter's Office open, hiding her half-frown of uncertainty as best she can in order to avoid giving the impression that she was uninterested in joining. No sooner has Adelaide stepped one foot into the office, however, then her nose crinkles in disgust and her eyes widen in distaste. The office was a complete pigsty, with jumbled application papers, candy wrappers, and smut magasines strewn all over the dusty floor. At the far end of the room is an extremly cluttered desk, at which Wyvern (the Elder of Initiates) sits. The overgrown lizard has his two scaly feet firmly planted on his desktop, and is laying back lazily in his swively desk chair. He currently seems to be immersed in reading a book entitled 1001 More Ways to Make Geld, and doesn't even notice Adelaine as she cautiously enters. The overgrown lizard pulls out his Decanter of Endless Booze and takes a long swig, unaware that Adelaine is slowly advancing towards his desk... The applicant decides to get the Elder of Initiate's attention and politely clears her throat, but at the same time Wyvern lets out an enormous belch and a jet of flame accidentaly soars from his mouth. Instinctively, Adelaine swiftly dodges the flame by side-stepping, her agile reflexes prevailing once again... Wyvern suddenly takes notice of the applicant and tosses the book he's reading into the seemingly endless sea of garbage that comprises his office floor. His wings spread out a bit and his reptilian tail sways back and forth a bit as he mutters something apologeticaly. Adelaine hesitantly walks up to the desk and hands Elder Wyvern the application she had written up. She is shocked when the overgrown lizard rudely snatches it from her hand while taking another long swig from the Endless Decanter... "Hmmmm..." murmers Wyvern eyeing the application sinisterly "I see no sign of any bribe-" But before the lizard can finish, Melba rushes into the room weilding the 'Anti-Wyvern Mallet' and wacks Wyv over the head with it, afterwards patting Adelaide on the back and exitting the office. Wyvern grumbles and collapses on his desktop, stamping the application 'ACCEPTED'. OOC: A very good application Adelaide, certainly ACCEPTED! Welcome to the Pen, I look forward to seeing more stuff written by your very interesting character. Please either post your e-mail here or send me a mail at elitwack90@hotmail.com so I can send you the password and stuff. [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: 4/6/02 6:02:22 pm

As Luxani nervously seats herself in an applicant office chair waiting for her application to be responded to, she notices that surrounding her are what appear to be seven very strange looking dwarves seating on elevated stools... Luxani raises an eyebrow curiously and is about to introduce herself to the dwarves when the door to the office is suddenly slammed open. In barges Wyvern, the Elder of Initiates, wearing a cheap suit and tie... The overgrown lizard swiftly enters, adjusting his tie and brushing back the scales on his head while leaving the door to the office slightly ajar. Grinning and showing a mouthfull of razor sharp teeth, Wyvern turns to the applicant and the gathered dwarves and exclaims: "Ladies and gents... today, we have a special guest accepting Pen applications! I present to you..." The dwarves seated at their stools eagerly nod and grin as a drumroll sounds in the background in order to build suspense. Wyvern had told them that an eighth dwarf was coming, and they were obviously excited... "... Silly, the Pen Elder dwarf of Gwaihir!" At that moment, an orangutan waltzes into the room and begins pouncing off the walls and clinging to the ceiling fan, making several inarticulate orangutan noises in the process. The Seven dwarves surrounding Luxani stare in utter disbelief, as does the applicant herself... "Wyvern!" exclaims the dwarf Grouchy in a typicaly grouchy manner "That's not a dwarf, it's a monkey!" No sooner has Grouchy made this comment then Silly leaps from his position clinging to the ceiling fan and lands directly in front of the disgruntled dwarf. The orangutan rapidly pulls out a blank sign and a marker and writes "I'm more of a dwarf then you'll ever be" on it before bashing Grouchy over the head with it. He then pulls out another sign and writes "And I'm not a monkey, I'm an orangutan!" Grouchy wobbles for a moment, then turns to the other Elder dwarves and smiles. "He definatly has my vote for hot tempered attitude..." the dwarf mumbles before collapsing to the ground unconcious... Wasting no further ado, Silly quickly swings from a window curtain and grabs Luxani's application with his feet, doing an incredibly acrobatic back flip and reading over the application while hanging from the rotating ceiling fan upside down. Having finished his reading, Silly jumps from the ceiling fan to the back of Luxani's shoulders and holds out a sign in front of her face that reads: "ACCEPTED" OOC: On a more serious note, Luxani, a well done story, I eagerly await the continuation. Thus, your application to the Pen is ACCEPTED. Welcome! If you could either post your e-mail here or send me a mail at elitwack90@hotmail.com, I'll be able to send you the passwords and such. And once again, welcome! [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: 4/5/02 11:28:55 pm

Black posted, Wyvern00 posted, As Stick gleefully pats Wyvern on the back and offers him a glass of punch, he notices that the overgrown lizard's eyes seem to be glued wide open in some kind of frightened gaze. Wyv's face has become a ghastly shade of white, and the almost dragon seems to be trembling slightly while gripping his limited edition Cheyenne miniature in one hand and a Wyvern-mime chocolate in the other. "Wyvern...?" mutters Stick softly, tapping Wyvern on the shoulder and waving a hand in front of the lizard's rather pale visage. Stick jumps back startled as Wyvern suddenly awakens, as if from a seven year coma. " Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" cry Wyvern and Stick simultaneously, the former from a sudden realization and the latter from shock. The combined screams of the two startle William Falconer in mid guitar riff, and the master musician hits a note that's so horribly off key it momentarily fills the room with a terrible distorted static. A troll attending the party lifts his hands to cover his ultra-sensitive ears from the racket and in the process knocks over Ozymandias' drink, which procedes to spill on Canid. The bartender fortunatly manages to keep the highly deadly bottle he is preparing for Black balanced before it topples over. On stage, William blushes and mutters something aplogeticaly, then resumes his excellent performance from where he left off... "Wh-what's wrong...?" murmers a wide-eyed Stick, keeping a foot of distance between him and Wyvern in case of any more unpleasant surprises. "I just realized!" exclaims Wyvern, slapping a fist down on his left hand "This is a party!" Stick stares in disbelief, his jaw dropping open and his nerves slowly calming. "Of course it's a party!" he responds "In fact, it's a birthday blowout in honor of a certain overgrown lizard..." Wyvern pauses at the mentionings of 'birthday' and 'overgrown lizard'. He then glances slyly towards Stick and grins evily... "Is there cake and highly expensive gifts?" Stick thinks for a moment, then nods. No sooner has he given this sign of confirmation then Wyvern soars off like a comit to his gift pile, quickly pulling out a pair of spectacles and a economic computing calculator and beginning to calculate the approximate total value of the packages. Stick sighs and taps his foot, waiting for the overgrown lizard to finish... Elsewhere... At the bar table, Black ignores the violent arguments of what appears to be a nearby couple (but is actually Ozymandias and Canid) and gleefully ties the 'Anti-Acidic' bib he is given around his neck. The bar tender puts on safety goggles, then picks up a brown bottle with a pair of surgical tongs and pours some of it's contents into Black's glass. The greenish liquid bubbles for a moment, then goes still... "I warn ya lil' buddy..." chuckles the bar tender while taking off his goggles and winking "... that stuff is really strong!" Black grins and nods, licking his lips and lifting the glass of alcohol to his mouth... No sooner has he lifted the bottle halfway to his lips, however, then the liquid suddenly stirs and takes the form of a fist... Black raises an eyebrow curiously as the liquid procedes to rocket out of the glass and hit him directly in the face. The power of the blow is so great that Black is actually knocked straight out of his seat and flies directly into the center of the dance floor... The liquid then flexes and reverts back from its fist form to its normal, more innocent-looking still state... Elsewhere... Directly outside of the party, hidden in a black waste disposal bin and eyeing the entire scene by means of two peep holes and some handy "Tyco Super-Infared Binoculars" ™ , lies what appears to be a SWAT agent with a half-finished bannana squished in his head and a piece of old bubble gum stuck to his nose. The agent snickers to himself sinisterly as he spots target 'A1T-7oI2' (he loved big complicated code names), Wyvern, in the middle of the partying crowd... His has a momentary feeling of victory, which is short-lived as a party-goer absent mindedly tosses a live rattle snake into the trash disposal... Fortunatly for the SWAT agent, nobody overhears his screams and struggles as he rushes out of the bin... The dark and mysterious man then rapidly heads for the exit, wishing he could have stayed longer to gather more info and maybe even get a left over piece of cake... But it didn't matter, he had secured the pics of target 'A1T-7oI2'... The boss would be pleased.

Cyril Darkcloud patiently waits in the messy office for the Elder of Initiates, his presence now having completely faded into the gaps of knowledge... The applicant silently watches from his space hidden in the mental void as Melba enters the room with a small duster and vacuum, and cringes as he notices that she's about to clean the floor. As the Pen application he had written up was currently laying on the ground of the office, it was in danger of being vacuumed and destroyed! Fortunatly, Cyril manages to save the app just in the nick of time by projecting it upwards by with free association thinking (the realm of thought equivalent of a gust of wind). The beautifully written application soars into the air, flying directly past Melba's face and giving her a subtle paper cut, only to land on top of Wyvern's desk and achieving safety... Cyril lets out a sigh of relief as his plan succeeds... The almost secretary's cleaning is suddenly interrupted as the doors of the Recruitment Office are slammed open and a very stressed looking Wyvern bursts in, followed by a flood of hundreds of news reporters and business men. Melba slaps her forehead, mumbling "Good grief...", and follows "Wyvern scheme safety procedure #4", quickly hiding her face with a blank sheet of paper and ducking under Wyv's desk in order to avoid having her picture taken by the news rats. Wyv is about to speak up when several reporters shove microphones into his face and begin flooding him with questions: "Mr. Wyvern, what is your stance on the recent tax-" "Mr. Almost Dragon, why did your latest scheme fai-" "Mr. Wyvern, is it true that you've signed your life on a contract?" The crowd is suddenly silenced by this statement, and the overgrown lizard curses loudly to himself. This was exactly the question he had hoped not to be asked... "Errrrr..." stutters Wyvern nervously "No comment..." Noticing that Wyvern appears to be in a rather difficult situation, Cyril decides to take action and assure the acceptance of his Pen application (he had heard that the Elder of Initiates took to bribes well ;p). Quickly hopping on a train of thought that is rapidly passing by, Cyril swiftly extends a hand out of the mental void and grabs Wyvern, pulling the overgrown lizard into the empty space with him. The news reporters and business men gasp as Wyvern suddenly vanishes into nothingness, and begin quickly scanning the room and preparing their cameras... As soon as they've gotten a safe distance away, Cyril drops Wyv off the train of thought and hops off himself. The overgrown lizard thanks Cyril gleefully and hands him his application with a big fat 'ACCEPTED' stamped on it. OOC: An excellent application Cyril, definatly ACCEPTED! I vastly enjoyed your poetry, philosophical ponderings, and role playing, and am looking forward to seeing more posts by you! Welcome... If you could post your e-mail here or send me one at elitwack90@hotmail.com, I'll send you the password info and such. P.S: Also, be sure to create a local or global EZboard account for the site, if you don't already have one. If you don't have one yet, you can find a link to creating one in the "List of Usefull Links", located in the Lists of Terra section. [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: 3/29/02 9:01:09 pm

Somewhere along the twisted path that leads South East from the city of Erindale to the docking harbors of Mefferius, laying hidden and secluded behind the brush of a nearby forest that strays slightly off of the central road, lies a small and peacefull pond clearing. It was once a place where nymphs bathed and deer drank, but was then discovered by adventuring parties who found it the ideal spot to rest their weary legs and take a breather... Near the pond sits a woman dressed in the robes of a priestess, who appears to be tending to the scarred visage of a noble paladin... She gently glides a hand across the paladin's left eye, which had been recently gouged out by the swift and deadly blade of an powerfull opponent, and a slightly sad and concerned look comes over her face... "You shouldn't take risks like that, Kraisis..." speaks the priestess in a tone filled with both loving concern and harsh scolding simultaneously "... need I remind you that you aren't immortal?!" Kraisis chuckles a bit at this comment, despite the terrible stabbing pain still lingering from his wound "Look who's talking..." chimes the paladin, cracking a grin "If you had used the last of your magical resources to finish the half elf, then what? We'd be trapped in the blazing infernos of St. Andrew's cathedral, along with the rest of the unworthy!" "Quiet." comes a voice from a nearby stone. The voice is neither loud nor provactive, but silences both the paladin and the priestess immediatly. The scholar Jagon, who is seated on the stone and is currently staring at the sky, tightens the yellow bandanna tied around his forehead and says: "We were all a bit foolish in our most recent excursion... using our strengths to battle those fighting for a cause. It matters not, as our next stop is our final destination..." "But Lord Jagon, what of the warriors we fought?" inquires the priestess in a somewhat worried voice "You saw what the one with the dark robes and evil glint of eye did to Kraisis... He could have easily been killed, it's truly a blessed fortune that our paladin is still alive..." "My dear Celestia..." responds Jagon, cracking a typically charming grin "Have you forgotten? Our fates have been predetermined... we may experience some hardships, but our ultimate goal is certain to be reached." Celestia goes silent, her uncertainty visibly present on her face. She mumbles something, and begins fiddling nervously with her staff. "The five barriers have been broken..." Jagon continues, a growing confidence present in his voice and his grin slowly widening. "... Hopes have been shattered, dreams destroyed. Now, all that remains is the Pool..." With that, the charismatic scholar lifts himself from his position on the rock and turns to his two allies, wiping some sweat from his brow. As he does so, a sparrow that was happily chirping on his shoulder flies off and decides to find peace elsewhere, and Kraisis and Celestia lift themselves to their feet. "Come..." says Jagon, motioning with a hand and turning to exit the peacefull grove. "We still have much travel ahead of us..."

Y'Tren and Myth exchange glances for a brief moment, considering Gyrfalcon's request and nodding to themselves in understanding. The events of the past few days had taken a drastic toll on everyone's constitution, and all felt somewhat exhausted... "Very well..." responds Y'Tren after a moments thought "Let's meet at the front of The Broken Keg soon after the Sun has begun it's descent below the horizon... At that point, there should be fewer crowds out and we'll all be able to think and discuss things a bit more clearly..." The other adventurers nod and agree on this decision, and Y'Tren extends his palm to Gyrfalcon and Timothy in order to shake hands, thereby cementing the offer. While slightly hesitant at first, both adventurers shake with Y'Tren and are surprised that he has a relatively strong and friendly handshake for one who looks so aged and weary... After they have shaken hands, the two groups depart on their seperate ways, keeping in mind the meeting time they had arranged at The Broken Keg at sunset...

No sooner has Peredhil growled the word 'Elder of Initiates' then a familiar dwarven chant can be heard approaching the office... "Hi ho, hi ho Elder of Initiates? Heck no! Wyv's drunk off beer, that's why we're here Hi ho! Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho...." One by one, the Seven Elder Dwarves barge into the office doors. Each salute Vincent, Melba, and Peredhil in their own particular fashion (Wacky saluting Melba by handing her a stick of dynamite that promptly explodes) and then crowd around Vincent Silverblade's most recent application. Looking over the seven odd creatures, Vincent prays that they are at least half as sane as the evil Elder of Initiates... As each of the dwarves look over Vincent's poetry, the replacement recruiters begin chatting excitedly amongst themselves... "Hrrrrrm..." murmers Greedy, "In his dreams are spun evil schemes! That's a big plus in my book!" "I liked the way he closed it by yelling 'THE END!' and slamming the application on the desk" grumbles Grouchy, smiling a bit "Definatly my kinda attitude..." "Well!" chuckles Wacky, who is currently standing on his head and reading the application upsidedown "He and I seem to have similar hobbies, spinning dreams... though I prefer to make quilts out of mine!" "Heeheehee..." snorts Sleazy "... I like his use of 'queer' in line 3." "No sign of any shinies at a first glance..." mutters Shiny disappointedly "Although if he's sleepless, it could be because of a shiny..." "With the mentioning of heros and a heart, I think he has my vote riding for the 'sexy' bit..." mumbles Sexy, not really paying attention to the group as he is busy fixing his appearence in the mirror. "As always..." chimes the final dwarf, Courtesy "It would be only polite to accept." After a great deal more discussion and several games of 'tic tac toe' (in which Greedy cheats profusely), Vincent's application exits the crowd of dwarves with a bright red 'ACCEPTED' stamped on it. OOC: An 'ACCEPTED' application Vincent, welcome to the Pen. I look forward to seeing you post more around the Pen and becoming part of the community. Welcome! [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: 3/24/02 12:40:33 pm

Wyvern sips casualy from his Endless Decanter while sorting through countless documents and applicant profiles that lay cluttered on his desk... Tossing aside various smut magasines, business cards, and "URGENT! PLEASE READ!" letters from Jechum, the overgrown lizard happens to come across the profile and application of one of the latest Pen applicants: Globalconfusion. Wyvern takes a long swig of booze and then begins skimming over Globalconfusion's profile, practicaly choking on his booze as he comes across the first point of interest... "Location. Upon the throne in which I am to rule the world. Occupation. Dictator" No sooner has Wyvern read these words then an evil grin spreads across his scaly visage. The Elder of Initiates begins giggling gleefully... With a powerfull dictator applying here, the bribery possibilities seemed almost endless... With the pressing of a small red button on his desk and a bit of chatting through a speaker, Wyv has Melba bring Globalconfusion to his office and seat him by his desk. Rubbing his greedy claws together, the overgrown lizard looks over the somewhat nervous applicant with malicious intent... "Well..." gulps Globalconfusion, fidgeting nervously in his chair "what's your verdict on my application, Mr. Wyvern?" "Well..." hisses Wyvern sinisterly "I think that your acceptance to the Pen can certainly be arranged... under the condition that you might help me with a few things like, oh, say, complete and utter global domination!" "Errrrr...." starts Globalconfusion. "I've read your application, and I know the throne upon which you sit..." continues Wyv, winking shamelessly at Globalconfusion "Don't worry, I won't dominate the whole world... just 99.9% of it..." "Well..." responds Globalconfusion somewhat apologeticly "I hate to say this Mr. Wyvern, but actually I'm kind of a powerfull dictator in the making... I haven't quite reached the heights you may want me to obtain yet..." "Ah..." grumbles an obviously disappointed Wyvern, ditching his plans of making the tax collectors union bow down to him and turning the state of New Hamsphire into a mega-harem. "Well, in that case your application is..." At that moment, Wyvern hears a knock on the glass window of his office and notices Jechum standing outside, making him a "slanted hand moving across the neck" signal as a warning not to use bribery as a judgment... "... ACCEPTED!" OOC: On a more serious note, GC, a very good application and certainly ACCEPTED. I'm glad you managed to get over your block and write an app, welcome to the Pen! If you could post your e-mail here or send me a mail at elitwack90@hotmail.com, then I can get you the password info. Thanks! You can feel free to continue your application, if you'd like to form it into a story, BTW... [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: 3/24/02 12:26:20 am

Wyvern stretches and yawns as he walks down the central hall of the Pen, sorting through numerous tax papers and occasionaly turning to the large group of tourists that wander behind him and smiling... Passing by a trash can, Wyv snorts to himself and tosses the annoying documents into the container, grumbling "good riddance..." under his breath as he guides the crowd of potential initiates onwards... Little does he know that Judicator lays hidden in the cramped confinements of the trash can, working with Jechum in order to help collect all of the tax forms that Wyv has irresponsibly discarded... Wyvern's face gleams with pride as he lifts the loudspeaker to his mouth and turns to the tourists following him... While it was true that giving tours of the Mighty Pen to potential initiates was considered a chore by many, Wyvern actually rather enjoyed it. It gave him a chance to yell at large crowds of people with a loudspeaker, plus he got to show off his (false) wisdom... "To your left..." speaks Wyv confidently through his loadspeaker "we can see the Pen's prized flower, Waterlily... the plant has won several flower competitions, including "flower with the finest vines", "flower of the year", and "flower most likely to succeed"!" The tourists "Ooooooo" and "Aaaaaaa" as Waterlily bows to them and waves with one of it's vines... "To your right..." chimes the overgrown lizard gleefully "We can meet some of the Elders... there's Elder Tzimfemme, nekkid as usual..." The crowd of tourists go silent in awe, and several fumble for their cameras, cursing when they manage to retrieve them only after Tzim has entered a room and shut the door behind her... "Just a little further down, we can also catch Elder Orlan, hard at work!" The tourists turn and gape as they pass a sundeck on which Orlan lays sunbathing with a gorgeous female dominion... "Note that if you were to travel further to the right a bit outside the Pen, you'd come across the cottage of the mysterious Seven Elder Dwarves... But ah! Now we come to the most beautifull section of the Pen! The grandiose central banquet hall!" Wyvern happily pushes the doors to the hall open and gapes in horror and confusion at what he see's... The hall is filled with fog and thumping rythmetic noises, along with shrieks, drunken quacks, and evil laughter. A carrot is tossed out of the room and the crowd watches in horror as the vegetable begins growing and mutating before their very eyes.... "Ahahaha..." laughs Wyvern nervously, rubbing the back of his neck "... like I was saying... nothing to see here..." But before the overgrown lizard can finish, a hand reaches out from the fog and pulls him in... Not that the crowd of tourists would care, as they've already fled in terror...

From the corner of a nearby side street, a rather aged and weary looking man rubs his graying beard with his right hand while scornfully glancing towards Myth, his eyes narrowing in order to give him a focused view of her complexion. He plunges deep into thought for a moment, becoming suddenly oblivious to his surroundings, and considers what his next course of action should be... Teaming up with Myth was a gamble, there was no doubt about that... He had previously underestimated her skill and wit, something that only happened to him on rare occasions. Yet did he truly have a choice in the matter? If he decided not to join Myth in this quest... what dreadfull fate awaited him then? Would he suffer the same consequences as his allies had...? Sighing to himself and adjusting the claymore that rests faithfully at the side of his belt, Y'Tren reluctantly exits from the corner where he is hiding and heads through the busteling crowds of Erindale towards the point where the Myth is meeting the two adventurers. As soon as he is in their line of sight, he masks his worried visage with a convincing smile and signals to Myth with the wave of a hand... "Greetings..." the aged man says as soon as he has reached the point where the party has met. Though his voice has somewhat of a frail and tired tone to it, it never the less resonates with a great deal of wisdom and charisma. "I am Y'Tren, a descendant of the S'den clan and ally to Myth, whom you appear to have just met..." "The S'den clan...?" tones Timothy rather weakly, suddenly remembering having heard Kaylera mention the name. Gyrfalcon also recalls hearing Kaylera speak of the clan, and his curiousity in the two strangers is suddenly arroused. "You're right... perhaps we should speak of these matters somewhere in private..."

Glancing briefly at the ladies surrounding him, Wyvern quickly prances over to Belizean before the heroic warrior has time to exit the chamber. Tugging at his companions shirt, Wyv hisses: "Beli... For some reason, I really don't think these dames are here to keep me entertained..." Belizean considers this, then notices that all of the ladies in the room are wearing "I Raw Red Meat" bibs around their necks, and nods solemnly. "Do we really have to stay till midnight...?!" whispers Wyvern nervously "I noticed that one of these ladies is reading a recipe on how to make 'wyvern-pot-pie'...!" Belizean sighs and pats his overgrown lizard of an ally on the back. "Come on Wyv... you're clever, you should be able to manage for couple of hours..." "But..." starts Wyv Belizean's attention suddenly goes to the hands of a clock that rests in the far corner of the room, and the handsome warrior gasps. "Oh geeze! Sorry Wyv, but I'm late for my appointment with Yara! See you at midnight... you'll be fine!" exclaims Belizean before exiting the grand chamber and slamming it's majestic double doors behind him. Wyvern droops his head and sighs, fearfully turning towards the women which are sensuosly laying on the silk bed and beckoning to him with purrs and whispers. As the women begin giggling and tightening their bibs, Wyvern breaks out into a nervous jitter... When they begin advancing towards him and wipping out various kitchen utensils, the overgrown lizard decides that it would be best to flee from the chamber... Quickly slamming through the beautifull double doors and franticaly exiting into the main hallway, Wyvern runs as fast as his scaly legs can carry him. The maidens in the chamber are left in shock for a moment, unable to believe that any almost dragonic beast could have possibly been able to resist their charm, and then quickly rush after the lizard down the hall... Wyvern runs through several hallways and doors, gasping and looking to his rear ever so often only to find that the beautifull/hungry maidens are still in hot pursuit. Then, the lizard reaches an enormous doorway and suddenly begins to feel the ground tremor and quake underneath his feet. As a stomping sound grows closer and closer from the other side of the doorway, Wyvern is relieved to find that the group of maidens chasing him have decided to flee, unaware that they are doing so out of fear... The enormous double doors are suddenly thrust open, and a woman the size of an gargantuan whale wearing a chef outfit walks out of the camp's kitchen. Wyvern gulps and takes three steps back when he notices the words "My Other Job is a Trash Disposal Bin" embroidered on her apron... "FEE, FIE, FOE, FUM!" booms the huge chef "Butch Betty the Short Order Queen smells a tasty one!" Wyvern lets out a bloodcurdeling scream...