Wyvern

A red, scaly figure dressed in a grey overcoat and dark sunglasses curses to himself quietly as he watches Sir Longsword bite the dust. A grimace of Razor sharp teeth and a serpentine toungue can be faintly seen from behind a phony black beard he was using to mask his true appearence. After all, Wyvern (oops! Did I say that?! Ned, I mean...) would never have been caught betting on the sword... even if he had rigged the match so that the Pen would lose... or so he had thought, any way... It takes Wyvern around ten minutes to realize that the match was truly over and that Captain Biro had won. It wasn't supposed to have happened this way! Captain Biro was supposed to go down in the third round due to a ink leakage in his back set by Wyv's henchmen... The overgrown lizard quickly gets up to leave the arena via the right exit, but finds his pathway blocked by two mafia hitmen peeved that the match had not gone as Wyv had described it. He turns to leave to the exit on the left only to find it guarded by two equally menacing looking P.I.A (Pen Intelligence Agency) officers, searching him out. This had become a sticky situation indeed... Elsewhere... Wyvern's two henchmen, the squirrel duo of Lewis and Simon, finally arrive at the dressing room of Captain Biro, prepared for the sabotage and unaware that they're running quite late... "How did we get in this mess again...?" whispers Simon to Lewis, nervously clutching his 'white out stick' and preparing to get down to business. "Because Wyvern said that if we didn't he'd fry us to squirrel souffle..." growls Lewis under his breath "... now lets get moving Simon, we have work to do!" Simon nods solemnly and the squirrel duo enter Captain Biro's room together, holding out their 'white out sticks' in front of them and preparing to do a bit of erasing. They are shocked to find Biro's abode empty. "What th-!" exclaims Lewis, franticaly searching the room for any sign of Captain Biro "I'm certain Wyv told us to get to erase Biro at 6!" "Errrrrr... Lewis..." mutters Simon nervously while blankly stairing at a parchment Wyvern had handed them earlier "... it says here '6 in the morning'..." Meanwhile, at the center of the arena... Hydrus, the trainer of Captain Biro, notices a somewhat stressed looking, poorly disguised Wyvern in the audience. Deciding that it would be favorable for his application to help the overgrown lizard out, Hydrus devises a little escape strategy... "Hey Biro..." says Hydrus, patting the undefeated champion on the back "... would you mind sketching a little trapdoor on the stage floor? Looks like a friend of ours could use a little help..." Captain Biro nods and draws a little trapdoor on the center stage floor while Hydrus signals to an increasingly stressed looking Wyvern. The overgrown lizard notices Hydrus' beckonings and quickly rushes onto center stage, following the skillfull dwarf through the trap door and into a secret underground passage way. Once they find themselves safe, Wyvern wips out an application, stamps it 'ACCEPTED', and hands it to Hydrus. OOC: Welcome to the Pen Hydrus, I was actually wondering when you would apply. Thanks for the great application, you're certainly 'ACCEPTED'. Looking forward to more writing from you. [image]http://www.legion-whiterose.com/signatures/aoa/wyv.gif[/image] ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is one big crime, I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

As the character of Wile E. Coyote has already been taken, Wyvern will take the role of Dick Dastardly. As Excedin rushes across the desert landscape at a breakneck speed and the plan of Tzim E. Coyote goes terribly awry, Wyv Dastardly and his faithfull pet Valdy sit in the cockpit of their new and improved 'Geld Snatcher Mobile', clearly in first place amongst the rest of the wacky racers in the competition. They had cheated themselves to victory, it was true, but then who wouldn't when there was such a large geld prize at stake?! "You see that Valdy?!" exclaims Wyv Dastardly, stroking his phony moustach and laughing evily "The finish line is only a few miles ahead! We'll win for sure this time!" Valdy simply nods his head up and down and snickers. No sooner has Wyv Dastardly said this, however, then the speedy figure of Excedin rushes by them and gets past the finish line before they do. Wyv Dastardly's jaw drops open and his eyes bulge out of their sockets. "No!!! It's impossible Valdy! We've lost again!!!" Valday snickers to himself and Wyv Dastardly smacks him over the head. In response, Valdy takes a large mallet and hits Wyv over the head with it. A large bump appears on Wyv Dastardly's forehead and he goes unconcious... Valdy then procedes to stop the car next to Excedin and snickers. He takes out an application and stamps it accepted, hands it to Excedin, and then drives off into the sunset... ( Ahhhh... the joy of old cartoons ) OOC: A very good piece of poetry, Excedin. You are hereby accepted as an initiate. Welcome! [image]http://www.legion-whiterose.com/signatures/aoa/wyv.gif[/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.

Melba and DoPeY24 suddenly pause as an announcer wearing 'Malt Dizzey' plaid shirt and nerdy looking light brown pants enters the room. The announcer quickly wips out a microphone from his back pocket and exclaims at an unnecessarily high volume: "Ladies and gentlemen...!!! Replacing Wyvern in his office today are some special guest recruiters!!! Please give a warm welcome to... The Seven Dwarves of the Pen!!!" The theme music to the show "A-Team" starts up... Dopey and Melba both turn their heads towards the sound of singing, which is coming closer and closer to the door of the office. The song the voices are singing goes: "Hi ho! Hi ho! Responding to apps is slow! Wyvern's a bast, but we've got class! Hi ho! Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho..." Dopey and Melba stare in awe as into the door of the office walk seven impish creatures, each of which in some way ressembles an Elder of the Pen. As the dwarves pass by the applicant, they each introduce themselves: "I'm Greedy." hisses the first dwarf, which looks like a mini-version of Wyvern. As he passes by, he licks his lips eyeing Dopey's geld pouch... "I'm Grouchy..." mumbles the second dwarf, which bears a certain ressemblance to Jechum. As the dwarf marches onward, he spits angrily at the ground and throws curses in the air. "I'm Wacky!!!" exclaims the third dwarf fanaticaly, sticking out his toungue and suddenly bouncing around the room. One could have easily mistaken the comic dwarf for a shrunken Zool... "I'm Sleazy..." belches the fourth, which appears to be a mini-Lumpenproletariat. The dwarf makes chewbakka growling noises and chuckles as he passes... "I'm Shiny!" shouts the fifth, performing a little spin to show off the sparkly cloths she's wearing along with her bright neon hairdoo. If one were to watch the dwarf pass, one would be reminded of Rydia... "I'm Sexy." purrs the sixth dwarf as he struts onto the scene, combing his hair with one hand and looking in a mirror with the other. This one looked somewhat like a very small Orlan... Finally, the seventh dwarf enters the room, shuts the door silently after himself, and bows before introducing himself. "I am Courtesy." he says politely bowing. This dwarf had 'Peredhil' written all over him... The seven dwarves Greedy, Grouchy, Wacky, Sleazy, Shiny, Sexy and Courtesy all gather around Dopey's application and begin discussing. Several whispers can be heard as they chat amongst themselves... "Sell it, I say!" "Awww... I didn't need another app to respond to... *grumble, grumble*" "Oooooo! Lemme see! Lemme see!" The sound of an enormous amount of frantic scribbling can be heard. "Can I use it as a tissue?" "Needs to be more shiny!" The sound of the spilling of florescent glue and the shaking of sparkly shakes can be heard "A love poem... looks pretty sexy to me." "I think it would be only polite to accept it..." Finally, after ten minutes or so of discussion, the Seven Dwarves of the Pen hand back dopey his application. The applicant squints due to the brighteness of the page, but is happy when he see's the word 'ACCEPTED' scribbled several times all over the sheet. OOC: Good poetry Dopey, reminds of a number of love songs. Your accepted as an initiate of the Pen, keep up the good work. [image]http://www.legion-whiterose.com/signatures/aoa/wyv.gif[/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.

At a distance from the central tent of operations is the current lower class military barracks, at which several foot soldiers await their orders. Some pace nervously back and forth, terrified at the thought of having to meet swords with the hideous creatures of Rekmor... Some idly waste their time dozing off and playing cards, and some, such as Lance Freerider, grow increasingly impatient... "I wish those military commanders would hurry the hell up..." growls Lance, clutching the hilt of his spear with one hand while stroking his beard with his other... "I've got all Aces!" exclaims Lance's friend Bobor, tossing down his hand of cards on the mildew covered grass. "...we're losing time..." continues Lance, grumbling curses while looking over Bobor's excellent hand and passing him the money he had bet "...we should be taking the initiative and striking immediatly, but those fools up in the commanding tent are wasting time with their strategic bickerings..." Bobor shrugs. "Awwww com'on Lance... they mus' be gettin' some good out of it..." Lance curses and spits on the ground, raising himself from his seated position and taking his spear. "That's all war is nowadays... politics! Come on Bobor, let's go and see if Jyoro and Kayn have any more of that liquer they smuggled into camp. I could use a shot." Bobor grins and nods, raising to his feet and following his friend towards the source of alcohol.

Around the outskirts of the Pen... Wyvern has been tied to a wooden pole underneath which there is a great deal of highly flammable firewood... Surrounding him are numerous angry and fearfull looking humans dressed in black, one of which appears to be a preacher of sorts. From his position above the ground, the Elder of Initiates sweats nervously as he tries to scheme a way out of the mess he had currently gotten himself into. How was he supposed to know that the travelers that had been passing through these parts recently were actually devoted witch hunters from Salem, who wouldn't appreciate his forms of trickery...? Wyvern gulps as he watches the preacher of the group light a torch and hold it near to the firewood. As the preacher begins reciting crypitic verses from a little black book he's carrying, Wyvern decides that perhaps this would be a good time to try to talk his way out of this situation... "Hey guys..." starts Wyvern sheepishly "... sorry about ripping you all off like that. But you know... that doesn't nescessarily make me a witch..." "... and let thy soul repent up to the light..." continues the preacher. "I mean honestly... if I was a witch, would I read beautifull poetry like this?" Wyvern wips out Tralla's application. "... while the spirits of darkness burn forever more in hell..." "Just listen to this... can you really call this witch material?" Wyvern begins reading Tralla's poem: "I was an almost happy child With almost tranquil teens I was an almost successful adult With many almost dreams..." By sheer coincidence, at that very moment, a gigantic black void opens in the air and the soul of Rosemary tumbles out of the abyss, momentarily visable to all, though somewhat transparent. The preacher's jaw drops open in fear as he stares up at the void... he drops his book and torch. "A SPELL!!!" one of the witch hunters cries. "Run for your lives!!!" another calls out. The opening of the void causes a disturbance in the atmosphere, and the pole to which Wyvern is tied tumbles to the ground. The far end of the pole lands directly on the preacher's head, and the poor witch hunter is embedded 5 feet into the ground... The rest of the witch hunters flee as fast as they can... Grinning to himself while untying his bonds, Wyvern decides to accept the application that had somehow miraculously managed to save his life... OOC: A very good poem Tralla, one of the most interesting I've read recently. Certainly an accepted application. You are hereby an initiate of the Pen. Welcome! [image]http://www.legion-whiterose.com/signatures/aoa/wyv.gif[/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.

Braggins smiles as he watches his #2 apprentice rapidly tug on his theives gloves and dash off into the crowds flooding the streets... Although Kyle had always shown the most skill in pick pocketing, he had taught little Erick well indeed. If it weren't for those petty emotions that sometimes struck Erick in the heat of his work, he would easily have been #1... Sighing to himself, Braggin's lies back on an aged rocking chair and lights his pipe. He longed for the streets, the thrill of a robbery, the infamy... yet he knew well that age had corroded his skills as a theif, and it was for this reason that he was passing his skills down to a younger generation... Braggins blows a smoke ring and lets out a smirk at the thought of Kyle and Erick hard at work. His thoughts and rockings are suddenly interrupted as there is a knock on his door... three knocks, followed by two more knocks five seconds later. This signified the presence of friends. "Enter..." calls out Braggins, coughing and letting go of the dagger concealed in his boot used for emergencies. Into the room walk two vagabonds dressed as soldiers. Braggins knew them well... the Gargos brothers. Cold blooded killers who gave no second thoughts to their murders... Their very presence chilled Braggins veins. Never the less, illegal business was illegal business. Braggins only prayed that his two apprentices would never have to make the Gargos brothers acquaintance... Forcing a smile, Braggin's mutters "Greetings... Anything new to sell to me today?" The older of the two Gargos brothers nods and takes out a bag of items. Amongst the items are a good fishing net, some fishing garments, and a number of pieces of jewlery... OOC: I hate to interrupt stories like this, but a great idea for an application Turi. I also like your other works that you posted here previously. You are hereby ACCEPTED as an initiate. Welcome to the Pen! [image]http://www.legion-whiterose.com/signatures/aoa/wyv.gif[/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.

The plan was perfect... The sheep that Wyvern now carried in his hands, which was covered in tar and feathers and had a little tag hanging off the side reading 'Property of Rydia: do not touch unless you are shiny' was a regular gold mine just waiting to be dug... The plan was as follows: Wyvern would release the sheep into the annual 'Millionaire Petting Zoo' convention, where all of the rich, pompous people come to pet the various animals. When the millionaires would pet the tar covered sheep, they would unknowingly lose the valuables attached to their hands and wrists... rings, watches, bracelets, you name it! By the end of the convention, the sheep would be covered in valuables... and Wyvern would be rich at last! The overgrown lizard lets out a maniacal laugh at the thought... "Now if I could just get the sheep unstuck from me..." mutters Wyv glumly, trying to push the sticky sheep off his arms with his head. Alas... to no avail... This foolish action only results in Wyvern's head getting stuck to the sheep as well, and Wyv cries in vain as he struggles to remove it. He then begins running down the hall in an attempt to get rid of the sheep, bumping into walls due to his lack of vision in the process. He accidentaly crashes into Jechum, who also becomes stuck to the sheep. Wyvern and Jechum somehow miraculously manage to arrive at the door of the recruitment office, and the overgrown lizard/loremaster both quickly stride in. Justin Silverblade's mouth drops open as he notices what appears to be a grown man and a large lizard fondeling a sheep entering the room... Wyvern and Jechum suddenly stop in their awkward position and remain incredibly still as they hear the voice of Rydia calling for her sheep coming closer and closer to the office. Wyvern quickly turns his head to Justin and signals to the applicant to come and help remove the sticky sheep. Shrugging and seeing an opportunity to aid the Elder of Initiates, Justin walks up to the sheep and stretches out a hand to try to remove it. As he does so, the sheep leans it's head forward and manages to snatch Justin's application from his pocket with it's teeth. The applicant cries out as the sheep begins munching on his beautifull writing... Hearing the voice of it's master coming from down the hall, the sheep suddenly perks up it's head and 'baa's. Before Wyvern, Jechum, and Justin (who's hand was now also stuck to the sheep) can even begin to struggle, the sheep jumps for joy high in the air and somehow manages to rid itself of its tar in the process. The ultimate result is Wyvern, Jechum and Justin all becoming covered in tar and stuck to the ceiling of the office... As the sheep joyfully makes it's way out of the office, Wyvern wips out a stamp from his position on the ceiling and stamps 'ACCEPTED' on Justin's left palm... OOC: An accepted application Justin. Looking forward to seeing you participate with the rest of us Pensters. Welcome. [image]http://www.legion-whiterose.com/signatures/aoa/wyv.gif[/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: 1/6/02 5:05:05 am

The whole time Damienn had been massacring the mercenaries, Wyvern had been huddled behind a bar stool nervously sipping from his Decanter. The overgrown lizard of a recruiter knew that the mercenaries were actually after him... Cursing to himself as four more arrows fly directly over his head and a dying mercenary vomits blood over his brand new tux, Wyvern decides that perhaps ripping off the global corporation 'Mercenaries Inc.' hadn't been such a good idea... The overgrown lizard gulps to himself as the mercenary corporation's solemn oath echos hollowly through his head: "We remain faithfull through thick and thin, friendly through dying dins, loyal and determined to win... unless you rip us off, at which point we simply kill you." After the ruckus has settled, Wyvern slowly raises himself from his hiding place underneath the stool. He gleefully looks at the piles of dead mercenaries on the ground and notices that the warrior Damienn is still standing. Happily grinning and raising both hands in the air, Wyvern exclaims "Damienn, you're-" But before Wyv can complete his sentance, the rest of the bystanders in the bar suddenly wip out 'Mercenary Inc.' brand extra-sharp machetes and grin evily. Wyvern's smile fades and he backs off to the corner of the room... "Haaaaaaalllllllp!" cries the lizard, grabbing a bar tray as some primitive form of self defense... Quickly, Damienn jumps onto a bar table in the center of the room and does a triple somersault into the center of the angry mob of mercenaries. Grabbing a machete from a bewildered mercenary, he procedes to slice down every last one of the hired assasins. Wyvern watches in awe... "Wow... you're excellent!" exclaims Wyv happily, patting Damienn on the back "Now, to finish what I was saying before: Damienn you're..." Wyvern takes out Damienn's application and the warrior grins happily. "... going to have to pay for all the damage you've done to the bar before I accept you." Damienn's smile quickly fades, as he looks around the tavern and realizes that it's become an absolute mess... OOC: An ACCEPTED application Damienn, welcome to the Pen. You are hereby an initiate, thanks for joining. [image]http://www.legion-whiterose.com/signatures/aoa/wyv.gif[/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.

Some ways off from the shattered remains of Saint Andrew's cathedral and the exhausted adventurers runs a man dressed in what would formerly have looked like the attire of a barbarian. The costume, now stained with blood and half singed from flames, gives the man a demeanor more similar to that of a beggar who had been caught in a violent accident then that of a barbaric warrior. The man, who had been running as fast as his legs could carry him for the past half an hour, was oblivious to his direction and surroundings. He was oblivious to everything, in fact... except his fears... Finally beginning to feel tired from his half an hour of sprinting, Reyn slowly comes to a halt and tries to catch his breath. He had really gotten himself in a mess this time... If those three church burning goons didn't kill him, then Y'Tren certainly would. Reyn knew that Y'Tren was not the kind of person that would accept excuses... even if the excuse was that the monk Jakob had been blown to smithereens and the church, along with any clues hinting at the location of the Pool, had been utterly incinerated and lost forever... He didn't know if Myth had made it out alive, nor did he even question if she had. With his own personal health and safety in jeopardy, Myth was the last thing on Reyn's mind at the moment... As if to refresh the barbaric thief's memory, there is suddenly a tap from behind one of Reyn's sweat-drenched shoulders. Terrified, Reyn grabs his dagger and turns to lash out at whoever the person might be. His strike is swiftly intercepted, however, by the skillfull hand of Myth. Crossing her free arm over her chest, Myth patiently waits for her ally to calm down... A few moments pass, and then Reyn's sword arm slowly passes back down to his belt and sheaths his blade... "You-" stutters a bewildered Reyn, suddenly remembering the presence of his companion at the church "You're alive?!" "Indeed..." mutters Myth nodding while reaching into her cloak and pulling out the box of artifacts she had skillfully managed to keep through the chaos of the massacre. "... alive, and with a mission successfully completed!" Rummaging through the contents of the box, Reyn's face slowly brightens. Artifacts leading to the Pool! Perhaps he'd live through this after all... "Excellent!!!" cries Reyn joyfully, continuing on his path "Let's hurry to Erindale and report to Y'Tren!" Elsewhere, at the remains of Saint Andrew's Cathedral... As Timothy dozes off into unconciousness, the other adventurers each individualy think of what would be the next best course of action. Jagon and his companions had fled without a trace, and they no longer had any leads to the legendary Pool... It seemed quite hopeless... had their quest come to an end...? "Never have I seen anything like it..." mutters a disgusted survivor while comforting a friend that is sobbing next to the rubble "... I even saw a warrior drop his weapons and flee with all his might... a barbarian of sorts..." Overhearing the survivor muttering to himself, Gyrfalcon suddenly perks his head up, an image of the fleeing survivors after he had burst open the door in the burning church passing through his mind. He had thought he had seen a certain crook dressed as... "... a barbarian he was..." mutters the survivor while passing a hand over his face "... running with all his might to Erindale. Never seen anything..." A frown spreads across Gyrfalcon's face and his eyes slant. A cowardly man dressed as a barbarian... that was Reyn all right. What the hell was he doing in the middle of this mess? Where Reyn appeared, there always seemed to be some kind of trouble at foot...

Rahsash patiently awaits the response from the overgrown lizard wearing the tag "Elder of Initiates" seated behind the desk, unaware that it is actually nothing more then a life-size inflated Wyvern doll. Handing the phony Elder a quill to write with along with her application, the inflatable Wyvern is accidentaly poked and popped. Rahsash and Peredhil watch in amazement as the so called 'Elder of Initiates' deflates before there very eyes... Frowning, the applicant turns to Elder Peredhil and demands an explanation. "What is the meaning of this? It's a bit early for April Fool's, don't you think...? Who will go over my application?" Peredhil laughs nervously and is about to make up a response when a jingling noise is suddenly heard from the chimney in the far corner of the room. A few moments later, the real Elder Wyvern falls through the chimney and lands head first in the fireplace... Rahsash and Peredhil cough and cover their noses as the office is suddenly filled with clouds of soot... After the dust has cleared, a soot covered Wyvern in a poorly tailored Santa outfit raises himself from the fireplace and begins hobbling towards the two onlookers. "Ho, Ho, *AhAAACKHACKHACK*! Meeeerrrry *cough* Xmas!" Rahsash and Peredhil stare in amazement at this spectacle. "Errrr... Wyvern..." starts Peredhil "...Christmas was a few days ago..." Apparently not hearing Peredhil's words of wisdom, Santa-Wyvern reachs into his colorfull coat and pulls out a guitar of some sort. "Here you are Peredhil!" exclaims the soot-covered lizard while handing Big P the instrument "Merry Christmas!" Taking the guitar, Peredhil frowns and stares blankly at the instrument, as it has 'PROPERTY OF LUMPENPROLETARIAT' scrawled all over it in block neon letters... "What about me...?" asks Rhasash politely to the lizard "Do I get a present...?" Franticly searching for a gift of some sort to please his unexpected guest, Wyvern takes Rahsash's application, stamps it 'ACCEPTED', sticks a ribbon on it, and finally hands it back to the applicant grinning... OOC: On a more serious note, Rahsash, a great poem that shows your writing ability. You're hereby accepted to the Pen, congratulations. I look forward to reading more of your writing. Also, if you'd like, you can feel free to post your art on the site. [image]http://www.legion-whiterose.com/signatures/aoa/wyv.gif[/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.

Unfortunatly, as I said in the beginning of the thread, several of the actors ended up quitting the AM UBBs entirely and the thread was never finished. This was the last scene acted out, and it ended there... Never the less, I still enjoy skimming through it and hope that you will as well. [image]http://www.legion-whiterose.com/signatures/aoa/wyv.gif[/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.

Gyrfalcon Sinistro strode down the stairs to the black orb, which hung eerily in the exact center of the circular chamber. The chamber descended in terraces to the bottom level, 30 feet down from the doorway. This allows the orb to hang at perfect eye-level for those entering the chamber, frightening those who know nothing of the Black Orb. For those who do know of it and its power, the sight of it would break them completely… All except for Sinistro. Sinistro's lips skin back. Finally! He had the last necessary spell needed to invoke the power of the orb! And then the elves would burn. Sinistro pauses long enough to laugh loudly, the sound echoing, pealing, the dissonance holding the same maniacal and insane edge as the laugh did. Regaining control of himself, Sinistro stopped 8 feet away from where the Orb hung, and took a moment to compose and focus himself, this spell would not be easy to cast… Composed, Sinistro took the components necessary for the spell from a table by the stairway. Bat's wings, Dragon's tongue, Daemon's blood and Nightshade. Mandrake roots, Hydra brains, the blood of a true hero and the heart of an immortal. More components whirl by as Sinistro sets them down in an arc around himself. Setting down the last component, Sinistro sits in the center of the arc and prepares himself one last time for the spell, pulling forth the scroll that had copied from the spellbook of the one of the mightiest mages on Terra, ever. Sinistro had needed to kill the mage afterwards; an epic battle against a demi-lich that had destroyed much of the valley the demi-lich's lair had been hidden in. Finally, Sinistro began to chant in an ominous language. The language sounded of death, sorry, hatred, envy, greed. Every base emotion was in that language, and as Sinistro chanted the foul words, he used the appropriate components. Black lightning formed around Sinistro and slowly circles the orb. With snakebite swiftness, the energy strikes at the center of the orb… only to be rebounded by a holy radiance. Without the charging of the Orb, the spell fails, the black lightning withering one by one until only one remains. An unfortunate guardsman chooses this moment to enter the room, announcing brightly when he sees that Sinistro is not in the midst of the dwomer. "Sire! Nemphis is here to see you on a matter of great urgency!" The guardsman reports, but Sinistro seems not to hear. "Curse that Mystic," Sinistro spits the word out, "who dares to interfere with my spells. Mine! He will pay and pay and pay for this… I swear this on his blood!" Snarling, Sinistro turns, points at the guardsman. The last bolt of lightning leaps, and the guardsman has only the time for a single scream before he is vaporized. Nemphis strides into the room, through the floating ashes. OOC: Ok, next!

Wyvern Wyvern applauds) Good acting! Very dramatic. O.K, we're going to give our heros a little break now and do another scene with the baddies. P51mus: post if you can. If not, Gyrfalcon himself will temporarily play the lead villain role. Scene 5: Sinistro's Lair II Actors needed: P51mus OR Gyrfalcon (Sinistro), Ozymandias (Nemphis). Scenario: The scene opens with a view of a large mythical chamber. The circular abode rests in the conservatory of Sinistro's lair. The chambers walls are covered in arcane ruins, and what appears to be a small black orb levitates in the center of the room. Sinistro stands in front of the orb. He does an ancient incantation, and black lightning strikes at the orbs center. Sinistro fails the incantation, however, and curses the one known as Mystic who is stopping him from completing it. Nemphis enters the chamber and tells Sinistro about Gyrfalcon and the others. Sinistro brushes Nemphis off, already knowing these things. He commands Nemphis to set up an ambush at a mountain clearing near Mystic's house, and that none of the adventurers should leave it alive. Nemphis obeys and commences setting up an extremly powerfull ambush for the poor travelers. End scene. This scene might look long, but it's not really (I just described the setting in the beginning. Lets roll'em!

Lumpenproletariat Bardis got up and ran straight into the Crystal Falls. It was a shock, the place of so many happy memories, turned to hell on earth. "I can't bear to take this in." And with that, Bardis ran straight through the little town, and started up the path to the lost mountains, not waiting for either of his companions to catch, he knew one person would now, and one only... ... Gyrfalcon and Elemestra follow his lead. End scene.

Cheyenne Standing amist the carnage in disbelief and shock, Elemestra looks down to see the bloody stump of a child's arm almost touching her shoes. The fingers seem to reach out in a plea. "NO! This can't be true! What has happened here?!", silent tears of sorrow run down Elemestr's cheeks. Bending low, picking up the arm and bringing it to the child that it belonged, only to find the body in much worse shape than that of the arm. At that she just sits down and starts to sob.

Racouol Without looking behind him, Gyrfalcon knew that his friend, Bardis, was sitting down. "Get up Bardis" Gyrfalcon barked, "We need to get to Crystal Falls as soon as possible." Gyrfalcon then started Running off to Crystal Falls with Elemestra and Bardis not far behind. They reached Crystal Falls or atleast what remained of it. The Rivers were now crimson, building now in ruin, Half burned bodies scattered here and there.

Lumpenproletariat Looking down at himself, Bardis realises he is quite the fool, exercising what little magic he has, he turns himself to his more normal remsemblence, then he looked to what Gyrfalcon was pointing at, he quietly sat down, and just stared.

Cheyenne Walking briskly along, wanting more than anything just to stuff a rat into Bardis' mouth, anything to get him to shut up! "Really it was an accident...", Bardis was once again mewling. "Fah! You are nothing more than an overgrown child who cannot take responsibility for himself! If I had my way this would not be a quiet walk through beautiful countryside it would go something more like this...." As Elemestra started to get that mischievious gleam in her eyes Bardis started to truely look worried. Snapping her fingers and throwing some dust into Bardis' face made Elemestra smile even more. Bardis, unaware that the upper half of himself now resembled a jackass, just blinked and kept on Whining. "Please Mistress, have a care! It won't happen again, I promise you! Listening to the Ass talk, Elemestra started to chuckle, then unable to help herself she launched into full blown laughter. Not understanding why she was laughing, like a true gentleman Bardis reached up and wiped the tear away that was running down her cheek. More surprised than anything else Elemestra, still chuckling, turned back toward Gyrfalcon, just to realize he had stopped. "What is wrong, Gyrfalcon?", Elemestra called out. Gyrfalcon just pointed.

Racouol Gyrfalcon walked ahead of Bardis and Elemestra while feverishly massaging his temples as his two companions continued their bickering. He knew that Elemestra had a very good reason for being angry with Bardis but he just wished that the both of them would be quiet. Gyrfalcon then desided to quicken his pace. The Faster they traveled the sooner they would get to Crystal Falls. Gyrfalcon then looked behind him and notice that they have not notice that he had picked up the pace. He then desided that it would be better if he stayed closer to them just in case they started fighting again.

Wyvern O.K, I'm going to try and continue this (how many of you actualy remmember it...?). I just feel it's such a shame, letting this great idea go to waste... But if nobody shows up, it's O.K. Then I'll forget about it. Scene 3: Desolation Actors needed: Gyrfalcon (Racouol), Bardis (Lumpenproletariat), Elemestra (Cheyenne). Scenario: The party of three heads on their way to Crystal Falls. Elemestra thinks that Bardis is a pervert and Bardis is desperatly trying to convince her he is not. As Elemestra laughs at Bardis' attempts (and Bardis becomes more and more agravated) Gyrfalcon stops in his path. As Gyrfalcon stops, so does the laughter. The party looks up only to see billows of smoke rising from Crystal Falls. The party rushes towards Crystal Falls. When they get there, they find it in ruins. The once crystal clear waters now run red with blood. Not a single inhabitant is alive. The different characters have different reactions. Elemestra's is one of disbeleif and Bardis' is one of horror. Gyrfalcon, on the other hand, realises there is a greater evil behind this massacre. He suggests to the party that they should head to the Lost Mountains. The ancient all-knowing Mystic, who lives there, will know whose act of treachery this is... The party agrees, determined for revenge against whoever did this, and they head off to the Lost Mountains, in search of Mystic. End scene. "Lights, Camera, ACTION!"

Lumpenproletariat Bardis took his best guess at where Gyrfalcon was likely to be, and aimed his speech there. "Stop her Gyrflacon, I can't stay blind." "Uhh, listen, I feel that I must apologise." Gyrfalcon started saying "he just gets like that sometimes, I'm sure he didn't intend any harm." The face on Elemestra gave away nothing to Gyrfalcon, and Bardis tried his luck at another statement in his defence. "I had no intention to do anything wrong, it's just that you are so beautiful, I wasn't sure that you were human, not just another Nymph." Gyrfalcon looked apologeticaly at Bardis, as he was talking to a tree. He ran over and whispered in Bardis' ear: "Turn around Bardis, you're talking to a tree." "I heard him just fine." Said a now clothed Elemestra. "If you open your your eyes, you find that you are now able to see, what was it? Bardis." Elemestra continued, " and you are Gyrfalcon I take it?" "Yes, yes I am." Gyrfalcon replied. Gyrfalcon suddenly had a great idea. "Say, Elemestra, would you like to accompany us to Crystal Falls, we are going there to relax, and you appear to have no particular agenda......." "Yes, I will join your party, I need some relaxtion." Replied Elemestra. The trio walk off and the screen fades.

Cheyenne Standing just a few feet away, full of indignation and anger, Esmeralda sneers "I hope you enjoyed that sight. It'll be the last you'll ever see!" With those words she starts to chant. Low and unintelligible the words seems, yet a very powerful magical force could be felt radiating from the womans body. An arc of blue fire shoots out from the woman's hand to hit Bardis square in the forhead. At first he only seems dazed but when he opened his eyes he indeed realized he could not see! Turning her attention to the other man, she once again prepares for battle, sensing that he would not like what she had done to his friend. Deciding to try and reason with the man first however, she speaks "Well? what is it you two want, and why did He disturb my bathing, what kind of a gentleman is that?!I do not demand answers but should you not want to end up like your companion, you should leave." With that speach made, Esmerelda turns to walk away.....

Lumpenproletariat "Pardon me?" Bardis redirected his gaze back to the lake, and was shocked to see absolutely nothing at all. "But she was stunning." Bardis continued. "Who was?" "A lady, I don't know who she was. Elegant and slender, perfect in every aspect Gyrfalcon." Said Bardis While Gyrfalcon was still trying to catch a glimpse of the eledged beauty, Bardis slumped down and put his head between his knees. "She was there, she really was." " Excuse me" Bardis looked up. "Oh sh*t." He managed to utter as he stared at a very, enraged woman.

Racouol Gyrfalcon, with a backpack full of provisions, walked down the trail while cursing the shop keeper for trying to cheat him. He then noticed Bardis staring off into the distance. "Bardis, what is it that you are looking at." Bardis turned around and put one finger on his lips trying to tell Gyrfalcon to be quiet while waving him to come closer. Gyrfalcon cautiously creeped forward not sure what was going on. Bardis then pointed at the lake. Gyrfalcon cautiously looked only to see nothing. Gyrfalcon stood up and said, "Ok my friend, I think you might need some serious help."

Lumpenproletariat "You will love Crystal Falls Gyrfalcon." Staring at the lush green wilderness, and the crisp blue sky, Bardis realised that it was good to be alive, and to be heading to Crystal Falls aswell? Brilliant. "Bardis, continue on, I need to get out some provisions, why I could eat a whole wild tusked Boar." "Indeed I shall Gyrfalcon." The crunches and snaps of twigs and dirt from underneath Bardis' footing, soon ceased, and Bardis found himself looking into a wide, and very grassy, clearing. "Wow." Bardis pondered silently. "Can this day be any better?" Noticing a crystalline blue lake to his left, Bardis decides to settle under a large tree near the lake. While walking to the tree, Bardis notices a stunning and elegant woman swimming in the water. He quickly ducks and waits for Gyrfalcon.