Wyvern

Globalconfusion, Thanks for posting your poem and applying, I enjoyed reading it over and liked it's direct, freeverse style. However, I prefer that applicants post an application written specificaly for the purpose of joining the Pen, rather then giving a previously written work as their app. If you could write a new work as an application, that would be great. I understand the difficulties of writers block, and thus would suggest that you read, comment, and participate on the public boards until you come up with something new to post... I'll be eagerly awaiting it! The post can be anything that shows your writing talent... If a main character and a setting would help, here's an idea for you to play upon: Main character: A spectre of of a noble knight, who suffered an unjustfull death of betrayal and passed away on the feild of battle. Setting: The battlefeild on which he fought, 20 years later, where he reminisces of the events that took place... [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: 3/19/02 8:34:39 pm

Reverie briefly skims over his application one last time, making sure that everything he has written looks very professional and presentable for the Elder of Initiates. He then adjusts his interview suit and slowly turns to the door directly down the hall labeled "Recruiter's Office"... Taking a deep breath, he summons all his courage and strides to the door, hesitantly rapping it several times with the back of his fist and waiting for a response. When the door isn't answered after around 5 minutes of waiting, Reverie decides to enter the unlocked office door and make himself at home on a comfortable applicant waiting chair. He doesn't notice a sign that had been carelessly tossed to the side, which reads in the familiar hand writing of Melba: "Spring Cleaning... please do not enter!" Outside of the Pen on the grassy hills surrounding the great abode stands an enormous crane, beside which there appears to be an empty box of a room that is not yet connected to the interior of the Pen. At the controls of the massive construction vehicle rests Wyvern's Almost Secretary of Initiates, Melba, who sighs while looking over several construction plans layed out before her. Spring cleaning... how she hated this time of the year... In order to clean out Wyvern's office, a special procedure had to be performed in which the previous office room was lifted out of the Pen by means of a crane and was replaced by a brand new one, the contents of the old room then being dumped into the new. If anyone were to try to clean all the dust and muck of the office by hand, they would probably spend their whole lives doing it... there was simply too much waste to get rid of. The construction procedure had proved to be far more efficient, and only slightly more costly... Melba puts away the plans and decides to get to work. She skillfully steers the crane to directly outside of the west wing of the Pen, where Wyvern's office lies. Melba had had a great deal of previous experience working with cranes, as she used to be part of the demolition work force before she left her fourth husband... Bringing the hook of the crane down, she catches the top of the office room and begins to pull it off the ground... Within Wyvern's office, Reverie yawns and is about to check what time it is when all of a sudden the room around him begins to shake. At first, he mistakes this sudden vibration for an earthquake of some sort, but when the entire room he stands in is lifted out into the morning daylight by a gigantic crane, he loses his calm. Reverie lets out a scream that immediatly catches Melba's attention, and the Almost Secretary suddenly notices a terrified person in the room she had just lifted off the ground. Melba's attention immediatly goes to the safety and well-being of the applicant, as would the attention of anybody who had previously worked in the 'demolition task force, 7th division". She follows the safety procedures she had learned in her task force days and rapidly swerves the crane into more open territory, not taking into account the Pen's left. The Almost Secretary curses as she accidentaly swings the hook of the crane directly through the majestic tower, tearing out Falcon2001's room from it in the process. Falcon, who is showering, screams as his entire suite is pulled out into broad daylight. He screams yet again as a cheerleader band passes by and begins laughing, as well as several girl scouts selling cookies outdoors... Fortunatly, the horrified Quill Bearer manages to reach for a towel before tabloid photographers can begin taking pics... Melba roars in frustration as the weight of Wyvern's office and Falcon's suite combined proves to be too much for the hook of the crane, and the two rooms get disconnected from it simultaneously. They land directly by a group of potential future applicants on a tour led by Wyvern, who gape in awe at the disasterous event. Much to the Elder of Initiates dismay, the group he is giving a tour to decides that this would perhaps not be the safest place to archive their future works, and begin walking away... Wyvern quickly rushes up to the rubble of his office/Falcon's suite and, in compensation for any inconveniences felt by Reverie, stamps his application 'ACCEPTED'. OOC: Good application, Reverie... I particularly like your poetry, which has a very distinctive rhythm and feel to it. Thus, you're hereby ACCEPTED as an initiate, welcome to the Pen! If you could post your e-mail here or send me a mail at elitwack90@hotmail.com so that I could send you the passwords and such, that would be great. 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: 3/19/02 12:50:26 am

"Kaylera may not be the best in hand to hand combat..." responds Gyrfalcon, still glaring angrily at Timothy "... but she has numerous qualities that are extremly beneficial to the party..." "Ummmmm..." starts Timothy, suddenly noticing the faint speck that remains of Kaylera on the distant sky of the horizon. The exhausted historian clears his throat and points towards the tiny brown dot, murmering "perhaps we should go and tell her that..." Gyrfalcon turns towards the direction that Timothy is pointing in and sighs when he notices that Kaylera had grown impatient and departed. The recent event of the St. Andrew's church burning had practicaly torn their party to pieces... The Dreamer, who had been perhaps their most powerfull companion, had mysteriously vanished into nothingness... Now Kaylera had also decided to seperate herself from them... And to make matters worse, their chances of finding the legendary Pool now seemed slim to nothing... Even with their wonderfull chance of being handed down the mysterious crystal, their leads to the Pool were few and far between... For a moment, Gyrfalcon contemplates simply calling the entire journey off, as things seemed quite hopeless... But then, the wise words of Saint Derick begin to resurface and echo through his mind: Remember... don't lose faith. It may not seem important to those of your stature and power... but without faith, nothing can be accomplished. Slowly, the half elf warrior regains his composure, an air of confidence and determination suddenly coming over his visage. Timothy, who is still looking in the direction that Kaylera had headed, scratches his head and mutters: "What do you figure we should do now Gyrfalcon...? Our options are looking less and less appea-" "We follow Kaylera to Erindale!" interrupts Gyrfalcon suddenly, the confidence in his voice momentarily catching Timothy off guard. "We had planned to head there anyway, since that's where Reyn may have run off to, and I still have a feeling that he must be involved in this mess somehow..." Timothy pauses for a moment, then slowly begins to grin. "Sounds like an excellant idea Gyr, it's definatly time to get a move on! After all, if we're going to find this place, we'd better make the best of our time!" Gyrfalcon grins back and nods, and the two adventurers quickly gather their belongings. "You know..." says Gyrfalcon, brushing his hair back and looking once again towards the horizon "If we hurry, we can make our way to Erindale in less then a day..." "I'm certainly up to it!" exclaims Timothy, already beginning to head on his way towards Erindale. Gyrfalcon nods and follows, and soon the two adventurers are swiftly making their way back to the near-by city, determined to arrive at it's gates before the Sun has had a chance to set... ... By the time Gyrfalcon and Timothy have arrived at Erindale, the Sun has set beneath the clouds, but the night is still young. Unaware of the amazing progress they had made in a day, and that they had actually arrived only three hours after Kaylera had gotten to the city and entered the local library (which is very impressive traveling time, considering that Kaylera has the gift of flight on her side), the two heros walk up to the gates and are immediatly escorted by numerous guards. After going through 40 minutes of questioning at the gates of Erindale (which due to the news of the church burning was heavily guarded) the two adventurers finally manage to enter the city. Both exhausted from their extensive travels, Gyr and Timothy decide that they should get some rest at an inn of some sort before seeking out Kaylera and asking around the city about Reyn... As they pass by a dark alleyway, they fail to notice a shady figure that seems to be eyeing them with a great deal of interest...

O.K, here's a story rap we kicked on the spot. It started off poorly, as usual, but by the end we had all dropped some dope lines. About half way through the story, Dopey had to quit and was replaced by Falcon2K1, a guest M.C. ;p I hope y'all find it amusing... (Note: the format of this story is half cutted and pasted and half recorded, since Gyrfalcon came in and started recording it after we had kicked a verse or two. Oh, and one other thing, Kinslayer: that one line you dropped was yet another M.Cing challenge. ;p Prepare to be freestyle battled and defeated the next time I come on IRC. ) Hey Dope, you up to kicking some kinda story freestyle? We could seperate into parts or something well i have to sleep soon, but until then yes O.K I will, if you need another. Four parts lol, sure 6 parts then I'll take one, Dope'll take the next, then Ball Who do you want me to play? Then it repeats Just go with the flow I'll start as Balladore? * Wyvmettic clears his throat u could be BigBaller hah. Ay yo, one day, things was rockin down at the Mighty Pen oh no. Wyvern was in his office, signing checks till ten But then An economic disaster occured And Wyvern found himself broke, and highly deffered (nm, just go with 4 parts, sry, gotta go) *** Balladore has quit IRC (Quit ( ) ) So, the overgrown lizard decided to go to his man Dope Who always sported fly things like rum and coke Maybe Dopester could hook him up with a recipe That would instantly make geld, Wyvern's nescessity But as soon as big Wyv left his office door He was approached by Melba, that cheap talking whore Who cursed at Wyvern for never cleaning his desk Wyvern had to get around her, he was put to the test Cus Melba was fat, and the hallway was lean Wyvern couldn't get around her, she was mean But then suddenly, straight outta midair Comes big dog Falcon waving a lit flair Foaming at the mouth, he just didn't care! He struck Melba and she was unaware... Of... the... crazy things going through The|DoPe's brain, its driving me insane, its like im on a train, goin the wrong way, yup its in reverse, i think its a curse to hurt everything that is worse then Wyvmettics verse, balladore quit cuz her was scared and unprepared, i dunno who to turn to now, somehow im tempted to slap Tyrion who is a cow, always sayn MOO, and i figured out who, imma let take my place, its the one and only Wyvmetti * ThE|DoPe slaps Tyrion around a bit with a large trout the temptation got the best of me, i slap him with a trout So while Dope was thinking up his best verses n i dunno what the rest of this is gonna be about Wyvmettic curses as Falcon rehearses A battle dance, flames dancing everywhere Melba didn't even flinch, she just stood there and stared Wyvmettic and ThE Dope Wyvmettic and ThE|DoPe battling without a care look over there, in the corner Wyvern made his way outta the room like Jack Horner He rushed down the hall, turned to the right ran into the fact he had NO skills on the mike.. But what the hell, his man Dope was nowhere in sight! and with that, im off to bed And so Wyv swerved to the left, and then turned to plight *** |Kin| is now known as KinZzzzzz Of stairs he flew down him like no body dared running down like the stair master, and then a disaster he tripped and fell, hit his head on the step, but he jumped rite back up, not noticing the the wreck he hit the door making it fly across the room and then boom, the dope entered the room, passing Wyvmettic the mic, to let his skills have the possibility to bloom Yeah, now Wyv had met back up with his man Dopey It was time to get some more money and so he Grabbed the Dope's hand, ran past the mic stand *** Balladore has joined #thepen * Balladore slips in silently and sits to listen And right into Waterlily, the big ass plant! Damn! Now Wyvern and the Dope, those two brothers were stuck The plant was flailing, they seemed outta luck It flailed a tentacle at Wyv, 'Wyv, duck!' But you know how it be, poor Wyv got struck He fell to the ground clutchin his chest in pain But when you're after the papes, that's the name of the game You've gotta go through mad hardship and drama But now the Dope is ready to put this flower in a comma *** Wyvmettic sets mode: +oo Balladore Gyrfalcon *** Isachar has quit IRC (Quit ()) now dopey is one tuff sun of a gun he challenges waterlily to a little one on one * ThE|DoPe snickers and said this is gonna be fun so i pic up the mic and say "lets go son" u cant handle my skills, my rhymes can kill id let u go first but i wanna make a mill. so i can pay in cash for Wyv hospital bill waterlilly, u look really silly, your as green as my money, and thats sillyer then funny now ur lucky u didnt hurt my man Wyv, or id have to retrieve a trick up my sleeve, abra-cadabra, now look behind you, HE's BACK, n ready to take a whack at u cuz he's done with his snack With that, the masterfully Wyvmettic gets to his feet And rips it with the mic: Waterlily you weak!!! You couldn't even flow if your tendrils were on ice You just come off like a flower while I come nice With these few words, the lily began to wilt Soon it slowly backed away, it cowered and melt And this was the opportunity that Wyv had wished for He and the Dope made a dash for the door When they had finally reached it, they was feelin kind of fly Completely ignorant to the fact that they coulda died These two hip brothers raced down the hall Only to be met by another obstacle It was the Gyr, asking for Wyvern's dough Cus the lizard had wrecked the conservatory you know Now, this put Wyv and Dope in a tight spot Gyrfalcon was strong, his lyrics was hot It didn't really look like they was gonna make it They backed into the wall, stuttering and quakin But then, an awesome miracle occured Falcon ran down the hall again, screaming all sorts of foul words He accidentaly bumped into Gyrfalcon, who panicked And Wyvern and the Dope made a getaway, real frantic By the time the bad-ass half elf had recovered Dope and Wyv had quit the hall and moved to another... unfortunately waterlilly was still alive, and it came to the pen so we ran to hide, now dopey decides he's had enough of this guy, so he gets some pesticides and sprays it all in lilly's eyes, waterlilly then cries n dies, and falls dead on the floor, Gyrfalcon got mad and started cussing galore so he slams through the door and yelled you f****** little w**** u killed my best friend im gonna put an end To your miserable lives, Gyr screamed and turned But all he saw was pollen, it was irritatin him, word It looks as though Wyv and Dope had fled again And this time, Gyr had too much pollen to the head He began to feel funny, in a strange way You see, half elves like him ain't used to gettin high these days * Wyvmettic passes the mic to Dopey, what's the cat gotta say? yo how are u doin mr. Falcon2k1, are u havin some fun? or was your day really dumb? Day's been fun, but never dumb, got caught with a dollar and had to run it couldnt compare to mine, i fought a plant with my rhymes, and ran from gyrfalcon who was chasing us kinda high Sounds like a day, always cool they stay, but getting tackled down the hall can get rather lame Yeah, what's up Falcon? You joinin us in this game A little The way you was runnin around earlier was totally insane ack But that's dope, come join us in this quest for geld Because when we make a lot of money, we can buy and sell I though you were talking again, just being a friend, but music calls and the beat will fall unless I go along Cars, stocks, all sorts of commodities * Gyrfalcon waits for the rhythm, the flow of words, the river of thought flying like birds, relaxing to the beat, the imagination's heat can i have my money please?, from all the stuff if found, ive gotten most of it from down town, ive done my traveling, and my share of lobotomy, ive got in plenty of fights, and ive always won rite? so im leaving you with my props, cuz im out for the night!!! * Wyvmettic definatly can relate to Dope right Gotta keep a cash stash, always bring it tight But all that glitters isn' So now, Wyvmettic's gonna be rockin with Falcon tonight! So, back to the story that is at hand Dope just left, but Falcon brought the whole band WE gots people on percussion, ripping the cut And dope ass guitar players tearing sh!t u[p But unfortunatly, there was no time for the sound Cus Wyvmettic and Falcon had to get outta town We got lots of mad Pen members, approahing real fast Gyrfalcon is high and Melba is mad Her hair got burnt by Falcon's flare She's gonna punish him by showing him her underwear So it's imperitive that our two heros flee Or else they're gonna go through a lotta trauma, see? So Wyvmettic turns to his new companion Only to realize that they're both trapped in the havoc * Falcon2k1 puts his guitar away and looks around I just realized that we've been found Yeah, it looks like we're in a bit of trouble We gotta make some kinda getaway, on the double! I've thought and though, and made a plan With the Stap swap skill, I'll be the man! Right on! We always win in the jam So with Wyvmettic and Falcon on the rhymes Catchin them is gonna pose one hell of a hard time Then, Wyvmettic notices a whole in the roof, they climb To the top of the Pen and then decide to hangglide Yeah, you know Falcon, he always packs a spare Just to get to the other side of the river cus Andrea is there * Falcon2k1 flies straight for the countryside I know a cave where we can hide A cave with gold, and lots of it My modest fortune, gotta love it More money to get, damn man, you legit! That cash stash appeal I always gotta git So Wyvmettic and Falcon fly to the abode But on their way, on the ground, on the road A P.I.A agent shoots their hangglider down The wings collapse, it crumbles to the ground Wyvmettic screams and Falcon does too... Was this the end of the mighty Pen crew? Would they be able to survive the crash To head to the cave, to find the stash? Would Wyv be able to see his beloved Cheye again? Would Falcon still be able to test his adrenaline Well, as luck would have it, our heros pull through *** Judicator has joined #thepen *** Gwaihir sets mode: +o Judicator Because you know Wyv and Falcon be comin sticky like glue The clutch the surface of the nearest cliff And at that moment, Falc does a guitar riff I'm spitting out riffs like there's no tomorrow But that agent guy, he's nothing but sorry So climb that cliff and grab a rock And decide that it's time for heads to knock I jump on down and smack him two Then I point to Wyvmettic, it's his cue I run him over like I was Tim Buck Two!!! Smash his ass to pieces, smack him a few Give him a pic of his sis and tell him 'that's who I screwed' And that's the end of the agent from P.I.A Another obstacle that's outta the way Wyvmettic turns to Falcon and nods Let's climb the cliff, the geld I'll rob... I mean take! It's a piece of cake We'll split it evenly And loads of money we'll make * Falcon2k1 narrows his eyes and counts to ten That's MY money, dear old friend I'm lending it to our great cause But you'll pay me back or you'll get clawed * Falcon2k1 swipes a little, in the air But to prove that I'm quite fair I'll give you a third, but not much more We're in this together, all the more * Wyvmettic enters the cave but nothing was there! Hey Falcon, I thought you said you had a lotta dough... You talk real fast, but really... I dunno All I see here is a few pebbles Where's the geld my man, you know we rebels! * Falcon2k1 looks around with surprise My geld has gone right before my eyes! I had a billion at least, and maybe more Now it's personal, time to settle the score I'll hunt 'em down, and feed 'em steel and then they'll know just how I feel So let's get some swords, and then we'll go 'Cause I'm feeling angry like Mario Yeah! And they're the little koopa troopas! We'll bust on their ass' like special effects by George Lucas! And with that, Wyvmettic and his man exit the spot And slide down the cliff, they tempers is hot But this journey is destined to win With Wyv and Falcon, not a sin So remember kids, when the greed is there Take all the money! Don't ever share!!! Muahahahaha! You know geld, I love it If you've got a problem with that then shove it! My companions a little off steal from me and you'll tossed So remember this little rhyme And never steal from the biting kind The moral message to this piece is that: even if you rap If you're one of those wyverns, you ain't makin crap So the next time Wyv, Dope, and Falcon pick up a mic Y'all will know that we come viscious as a wolf's bite! Peace! I take it we're done then *fini* [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: 3/15/02 11:47:20 pm

Bah! Look at all this bickering over humans and elves or gnomes and dwarves and which is better... it's all nonsense! After all, everybody knows that wyverns are the greatest race in exsistence... ;p First of all, on the subject of beauty... It's obvious that we wyverns are the hottest species on the planet (in more ways then one). The elves and the humans both claim to have the best looks, but let me ask you this: where are your beautifull tails and luscious crimson red scales? Or how about your marvelously sexy wings and utterly majestic claws? ... Why, when it comes to form and beauty, wyverns are the closest thing to perfection itself (perfection itself being only achieved in geld, of course...)! Next, when it comes to tact and skill, it's quite clear that us wyverns reign supreme. While you elves and humans must resort to creating weapons and mining for minerals, us wyverns are far more clever... We just wait for you other races to finish your labors, and then steal it all! You'll never catch a wyvern "hard at work"... we have far too much tact for that... ;p Class is another category in which wyverns remain unrivalled, simply due to the fact that worshipping geld is the very epitome of having class. It has always amazed me how humans and elves could possibly take the magnificence of geld at face value, failing to realize that it symbolizes the embodiment of perfection... On a final note, humans and elves are weak creatures, bound by morals and laws. Wyverns have no such restraints... they do whatever they please whenever they feel like it. Whatever you all work hard to make, we're the ones to get the benefits through our thievery. It's no wonder, then, that wyverns are the greatest species around. ------------------------------ 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.

Skew him, brew him, quick and sly Glue him, screw him, don't be shy For you'll be surprised at the many fashions In which a man can die! Chop him into little fragments Make 'man apple pie'! Dump the loser in a vat of oil Set fire, watch him fry! Strap him in a high speed race car Then poke out both his eyes Hit the ignition, sabotage the breaks And off the cliff he'll fly! Lock him in a marble coffin While he's still alive Throw him out a 30 story window With cement he'll colide Sell him to a sadistic cannibal Who'll eat him up with chives Or perhaps to a psychotic killer Who'll partake in homicide Charge a hitman to take him out With just a little bribe Poison his drink with a slow killing herb And torment his insides Make prank calls to all of the murderers Druggies and tough guys Then tell them that a man is calling One murder for one lie Drop him in the lion cage of a zoo Wrapped in meats all dried Watch the kitties tear him to bits While you sit there and spy Throw him in the water with a radio And he'll electrify Torture him with wips and chains And savor every cry Make him listen to Backstreet Boys With the volume on 'high' Rip off his testes, take pics of that region And present it all on slides Use a voodoo doll and stick the needles Where the sun don't shine Take him to the ocean and shove him in With his hands and feet both tied Skew him, brew him, quick and sly Glue him, screw him, don't be shy For you'll be surprised at the many ways In which a man can die! [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: 3/11/02 8:08:33 pm

Brute3 posted, Wyvern00 posted, Wyvern slowly awakens from his slumber, groaning and expecting to find himself bobbing on the rear hump of Belizean's camel in the unbearable heat of the Siberius desert. He is pleasantly surprised, however, when he finds that he is actually laying on a wonderfully comfortable large silk mattress, surrounded by beautifull, scantily clad nomadic women who appear to be tending to his every need. The overgrown lizard considers pinching himself to make sure this isn't just a dream, but decides that if it is, he'd rather not awaken from it... Noticing that the lizard has awakened from his sleep, one of the desert women in the room motions to her companions, who's faces suddenly brighten up. Wyvern doesn't even have time to shift his position on the mattress as he is swiftly surrounded by numerous nomadic babes... "Look, he's awakened...!" "Indeed, and a fine looking lizard he is..." "Definatly... *giggle* ... he looks positively delicious." Wyvern's eyes widen and his mouth spreads into a confused grin as the woman who had signalled to the others of his awakening earlier sensuously seats herself on the mattress, a sly and arousing look coming over her face. The overgrown lizard's eyes grow wider when he notices that she's only wearing a skimpy toga, and wider still when she begins stroking one hand gently across his cheek, whispering: "Welcome back, O majestic lizard..." A blush spreads over Wyv's visage and he begins giggling happily to himself as another maiden in a toga seats herself on the opposite side of him and begins pouring him a glass of wine. This maiden whispers: "We were afraid you'd miss the banquet this evening..." A third maiden takes out a large colorfull feather and begins slowly fanning Wyvern with it, winking naughtily while doing so and saying: "Yes... the banquet wouldn't be the same without you..." A fourth maiden lays herself down on the far end of the mattress, the left shoulder of her toga coming partially undone in the process. She strokes one hand through her hair and whispers: "We're here for your every need and desire... so please, don't hesitate to make any... special requests." Upon hearing these words, Wyvern practicaly gets a bloody nose as his perverted imagination begins running away with itself. He is about to speak up when suddenly, two more maidens barge into the room, both of which are grinning maliciously. One holds a long rope which she tightens between her hands. The other carries a pink ribbon in one hand, and tosses an apple up and down in the other. As these two women approach Wyv, the other ladies surrounding him quickly back away and begin rubbing their hands together and licking their lips. Wyvern's eyes widen even further, and he lifts himself from the mattress and slowly backs up into a wall. Laughing nervously, the lizard exclaims: "Ehhhmmmm... don't you think we should have some foreplay before we get into the kinky stuff?" As the ladies with the ropes and ribbons further approach Wyvern, the overgrown lizard finds that he can no longer move due to the effects of the paralyzing poison that had been placed in the wine. A good look into the eyes of the two women approaching him immediatly told him that they were perhaps not going to do what he had expected with the apple... *eep* Elsewhere, in the grand Banquet Hall of the Nomadic Encampment... Seated across from each other at a large, candle lit Banquet table, Yara and Belizean patiently await their main course. Yara turns to Beli once again and grins, exclaiming: "It is SO good to have you back, Belizean dearest! I have missed you so!" Belizean mumbles and nods, patting his grumbling stomach and praying for an edible dish. This was one of the many reasons he had left this encampment so many years back... the meals were comprised entirely of sand. The entrees of this evening, each of which he had tried and turned down, had been sand chowder, sand souflee', and a side order of sand. They all tasted pretty much the same to him, and it wasn't really his favorite thing to eat. Then again, he couldn't blame them, since sand was pretty much the only thing available around these parts... He still didn't quite understand why one of the only things to drink was wine with paralyzing poison in it, but figured that it was a thing they had used against an opposing tribe many years ago... Noticing Belizean patting his stomach hungrily, Yara frowns slightly and brushes a hand through her hair... Her frown quickly turns into a smile, however, as she says: "Belizean my love... Though you try to hide it valiently, as would any charming gentleman, I have come to known your distaste for sand... which is why tonight, I've had the chefs create a special delicacy for us to feast on!" "Oh?!" mutters Belizean, suddenly grinning and brightening up considerably. Perhaps he would get a decent meal this evening after all... At that moment, a chef enters the Banquet Room with a large silver platter closed by a lid and sets it on the table. He then clears his throat, brushes sand off his chef coat, and proudly exclaims: "Madamemoiselle Yara and Monsieur Belizean... I present to you, on behalf of the chefs of the encampment, a most divine and succulent treat! 'Cassoulet du wyvern au sable et vin!'" The chef then swiftly opens the lid and Belizean's eyes practicaly pop out of their sockets as he see's none other then his buddy Wyvern on the platter, tied down by ropes and with an apple binded by a pink ribbon stuffed in his mouth. The poor lizard is covered in wine (probably poisonous) and various types of sand (all of which basicaly taste the same). Wyvern directs his eyes longingly towards Belizean, hoping his buddy will be able to free him from this entrapment...

Vincent, Greetings, and thank you for visiting and posting here on the Pen. I've read some of your stuff from the UBB as well as the poem you posted in the Banquet Room, and note that you definatly have writing talent. However, at the moment, I hesitate to accept your application as the writing in it seems (and you admitted it was) a wee bit rushed. Would it be possible for you to post something else here as an application when you find a bit more time on your hands? It would be great if you could. Also, be sure that the posted application is something written specificaly for applying to the Pen rather then a previously posted piece of writing on the AM UBBs or elsewhere. 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: 3/9/02 12:31:11 am

Meanwhile, within the barren, sand storm-cursed depths of the Siberius desert... A lone camel with two passengers seated on it's back makes it's way across the desolate landscape, pausing for a brief moment and spitting into the sand before continuing on it's journey... On the camel's back, a rather worried looking Belizean sighs and brings his steed to a halt, swiftly unfolding a map in order to check his current location once again. Directly behind Belizean is slumped Wyvern, who is currently lying back lazily and daydreaming about meeting up with his beloved and the rest of his friends at the Pen once again... Wyvern is so spaced out in the aridness of the desert that it takes Belizean three deliberate coughs and several shoulder nudges before he can finally get the overgrown lizard's attention. "Hrrrmmmmm?" grumbles Wyvern yawning "How goes it, Belizean? Are we there yet?" Belizean clenches his teeth and patiently rubs a hand against his forehead, determined not to lose his temper with his former guild mate. This had been the 24th time Wyvern had asked "Are we there yet?", and it was seriously beginning to get on his nerves... "No, we aren't there yet Wyv..." growls Belizean as calmly as possible. "I wanted to see if you could help me navigate around here... I don't seem to recognise this area on the map." Wyvern grumbles and scratches the back of his neck. "You've been taking track of all the landmarks we've been passing, like we had planned, right? It's really important to do that, you know..." "Don't worry..." exclaims Belizean confidently, smiling broadly and pulling out a sheet of paper with several notes scribbled on it. Belizean's heroic visage gleams with triumph and determination as he hands the paper to Wyvern. "... I definatly remembered the safety plan!" Wyvern's face goes blank as he reads over Belizean's sheet, on which there is written the following: A List of Usefull Desert Landmarks in Case we Get Lost -Broken structure where I found Wyvern. -Sand dune -Sand dune -Another sand dune -A dune of sand -A broken structure of some sort -Sand dune -Yet another of those damned sand dunes -A sand dune -Sand dune -A broken structure -Just another sand dune -A sand dune which kind of reminded me of a wave, in a way -Sand dune (surprise!) -Sand dune -A broken structure... there must be a lot of those around here -A Sand Dune ... Wyvern's eyes widen and his hands tremble as he skims over the sheet. Noticing the expression suddenly coming over Wyv's face, the gleam of triumph on Belizean's visage quickly fades to one of worry. "Belizean!!!" cries Wyvern, clutching the sheet tightly in his hands and crumpling it in the process "When I said take note of any landmarks, I didn't mean the dunes of sand!!!" "Ah..." mutters Belizean sheepishly "Sorry... But hey! Look, I also passed several broken structures!" At the mention of the broken structures noted, a dreadfull realization comes over Wyvern and his mouth drops wide open. "Belizean, there aren't multiple structures around here! We've just been traveling in circles!!!" This realization suddenly comes over Beli as well, and he slaps his forehead and curses madly to noone in particular. Finally calming himself down, he mutters "Oh well... let's just look on the bright side of things... I mean, technicaly, we could be in a much worse situation..." At that very moment, as if on cue, the camel on which Belizean and Wyvern sit collapses dead to the ground from exhaustion. The two travelers cry out as they are both sent rolling down a sand dune and eventually land in a batch of cactuses at the bottom. No sooner have they managed to get themselves back on their feet then they suddenly find themselves surrounded by strange looking people wearing rags and brandishing spears that have scorpion sygils encrested on them... "So much for that hypothesis..." grumbles Wyvern.

Wyvern - Epilogue That just about sums it up for the archiving of my old CD contest. If you'd like to read more things about this previously released CD, you can read a review of it written by the contest winner Imposter located in the Member's Forum of the Pen. There's also a link to all of the CD's lyrics, which can be found there... In addition, be on the lookout for future Wyvern competitions... Peace, ------------------------------ 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.

Yui Temae Yui laughs. "I stand corrected... sort of."

Tyrion Nice Try...

Raging Goat I have no idea what I was actually saying . I could've been calling Wyvern an itsy-bitsy spider - if I trusted myself to think of something like that, that is! I was relying on the fact that the word "almost" is something hilarious in French . RagingGoat

Imposter You're saying Wyvern is almost a Wyvern? Or is my Frenglish really bad? Impostor to be the greatest revolutionary in mexican history is like to be the tallest building in Ixtahuacan

Raging Goat No, no, no, that's only the French-Canadian version Tyrion . It really should be: "Très bien, monsieur la almost vouivre" RagingGoat

Tyrion I think it should be: "Très bien, monsieur la vouivre."

Yui Temae Yui just walks up to Wyvern, gives him a smile, and mutters, " Trés bien, monsieur le dragon. Merci beaucoup." And with that, she pats his shoulder and wanders away. ((Strange mood, today. So sue me... NO! WAIT! *Yui realizes the extreme foolishness of saying something like that to Wvyern, of all dragons!* http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif )

Wyvern You haven't gotten it yet? Argh! That stupid, unreliable postal service! It was supposed to be there in a week's time... Probably because of where you live. Hope I wrote that weird ass postl code correctly...

Imposter Sorry Wyv, I'll notify you as soon as I get the CD... Impostor "I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it but I probably will"

Lumpenproletariat arggggg! I'm going mad! *Wyvern notices a bald patch on lumpen's head* (from tearing my hair out )

Wyvern Lumpen, No. I refuse to post the lyrics until I've recieved notice from all the winners of the contest of what they thought of the CD. If you really can't wait, and must know now, why don't you ask Rydia, Imposter, or Yui? They should know all about your song. Hehehehehe... The contest winners are keeping me in a constant state of suspense! I'd really like to hear what the winners thought of my CD! Talk to me...

Susan An unmistakably feminine figure suddenly occupies a chair that was unmistakably empty a moment ago. Dressed in a slightly form-fitting black evening gown (complete with lace trim, hood, and a leather scabbard at her hip), she attracts more than a few casual glances. Arching an eyebrow at one pair of eyes she meets, she sets down the wine glass in her hand and smiles pleasantly at Wyvern. BLAST. I MISSED THE CONTEST?

Lumpenproletariat Hurry up and post the lyrics, you greedy scaly (on and on) moneyloving-reptile (with wings )! (no offense intended, just post the lyrics)

Wyvern So you got it? Good... Be sure to tell me what you think!

Tzimfemme and Rydia Customs can be trusted this time--just came back to the mailbox and am now answering many questions about "unknown people" sending me mail (rolls eyes*). Tomorrow I'll listen to it, as my roommate's asleep now and I'm not subjecting this to my shoddy headphones on the first listening. (edit: Of course, this will be going with me in any future meetings with other Archmagers--this means you, Orlan.) *My eyes will be frozen permanently upwards by the end of Ager Terra Six, I fear.