Wyvern

Cheyenne Slipping off the last of the restricting clothing, Elemestra gingerly steps into the crystal blue water. Never had anything felt so good as to wash off the dirt and grime of daily drudgery. Diving under the water, playfully kicking droplets of water into the air, She laughs. It has been such a great day! Singing softly under her breath, she starts to lather her body with the fragrant soap that she conjured just special. Gliding under the waterfall to rinse off, totally at peace with herself and nature. As she was now clean she knew she should get out and get on with things but this day had to last a couple moments longer. Decideing to stay awhile, Elemestra lazily starts swimming around, daydreaming of love.

Wyvern00 Archivers note: at this point in the film, there was a great deal of confusion as Immortalis quit his role as Bardis due to lack of time. The position of Bardis was taken by Lumpenproletariat, and the scene was redone from the top. Archived here is the finished take of the scene. Those who wish to view the unsuccessfull takes can view them here: arch17.magewar.com/ubb/Fo...106-2.html

Wyvern "Cut! Right! Nice going guys! Keep it up like this and would should have a brilliant film in no time!" O.K., time for the next scene... -Scene 2: The Encounter (or nuddie scene) -Actors needed: Racouol (Gyrfalcon), Immortalis (Bardis), Cheyenne (Elemestra). -Scenario: Gyrfalcon and his faithfull ally Bardis are on their way towards the beautifull city of Crystal Falls. They are traveling through the lush, gourgeous wilderness of Terra, having a happy conversation. Bardis is in a particularly good mood, as Crystal Falls is one of his favorite villages. The adventurers spot a clearing in the wilderness with a waterfall and decide to take a little break and bath in the crystal clear water. Bardis arrives to the clearing before Gyrfalcon and through the foilage spots a beautifull woman bathing there (to his delight, of course). When Gyrfalcon arrives, Bardis tells him to look towards the pool. Gyrfalcon looks and see's nothing. Surprised, Bardis also looks again to find that the woman has disappeared. He then turns around only to see an angry Elemestra (the woman) behind him with a hand charged with energy pointed at him. Elemestra is furious, and threatens to kill Bardis for what he just saw. Gyrfalcon calms her down, assuring her that his friend meant no harm and that it was an accident. Gyrfalcon also notices she has power, and finds that she is headed towards Crystal Falls as well. After relaxing a bit, Elemestra reluctantly decides to travel with the two adventurers. They head off towards Crystal Falls together. End scene. This movies great so far! It can only get better... I'm counting on you guys. Alright, lets roll'em!

Zool Deep in the wilds of the black forest, at the base of thunder mountain, there is a crystalline lake, filled with the pure waters that fall from the cliffs high above. The crystal waters of the lake are so bright and clear it is said that if you row to the center of the lake and concentrate long enough, you can see all the way to the bottom. It is in this pure and untouched land that a band of Elves have made their home, in a village they call Crystal Falls. The main part of the village is on the lake next to the falls. Intermixed with the emerald trees and salt and pepper granite boulders are stables, stores, a small Inn, Smiths, and a few peirs where the mountain folk and a few others willing to make the long trek come from the other side of the lake to trade. The rest of the village is little more than a wide area of treehouses with a central clearing, where a natural fountain bubbles up from the rocks. Crystal Falls is always full of the happy bustle of full and productive lives. This particular morning the laughter of the elven children fills the air, with the help of a flute and drums playing from a nearby tree house. Nod, One if the village Elders, was entertaining a group of the younger children with a story. "And then, Sir Goodwin saved the princess, and that's the end of the story," said Nod. "Oooh!" said the children in unison, except for one curious little youngster. "What happened after that?" asked the one curious youngster. "Well," said Nod with a bright smile, "They lived happily ever after." "What does that mean?" persisted the youth. "I mean, it seems kind of silly for Sir Goodwin to go through all that effort and pain, just to meet some girl, and then it seems odd that all of a sudden nothing dangerous happens to him anymore. Is she like a lucky charm or something? Is that why he fought so hard for her?" "Hehehe, well, sort of. You see, young men are very attracted to young women, and they very often desire to share their lives with one, so it becomes very important to find the right women. When that happens, it is a very lucky thing." "But why are young men attracted to young women, and how does that change the world?" The curious ladd looked dubiously at a little girl next to him, who gave him a little smile, which he met with a raised eyebrow. "I just don't see it," he said, looking back at Nod. "Hohoho," laughed Nod. "When girls and boys get older, they turn into young men & women, which you haven't yet. But when you do, you'll know what is so special about the right woman" "I don't see what's so special about women period!" said the youngster. "Heh heh heh. Oh my child, the things you will miss if you are not careful. You see..." Nod stopped, his hands in front of his chest, his head cocked to one side as if listening intently. The children, noticing his rapt attention, were silent. He had held the pose for a long moment when suddenly the sunlight from the windows grew dark, as the village fell under a tremendous shadow. Nod jumped to his feet to call the alarm, but it was too late. Nod, the treehouse, and the children all exploded in a shower of flaming splinters at the force of a tremendous fireball from the sky. A hurricane force whirlwind followed, and more fireballs, striking the village in rapid succession. Panic ensued, and was quickly quelled under the lethal barrage of fireballs and high winds. When the forest was totally ablaze, the tremendous shape that was blocking the sun descended, and walked the hellish ground that seconds before was the center of a carefree happy existance, and now was a land of glowing coals and roaring flame. In several long heavy strides the Dragon finished his eradication of the village, the shops and peirs, and even blasted the crystal falls themselves for good measure. Satisfied, Terrorizor took to the winds, looking forward to his reward for a job well done.

Immortalis Arghhhhh, the Hammel will have his day.... And Immortalis his way..

Ozymandias Quickly boring with standing at attention at the cave door, Nemphis glides smoothly forward beside Sinistro. Fixing the dragon with a cold stare, he freezes for a long moment. Then in a flurry of feathers and uncoiling muscle, he lunges at the relaxing dragon, pulling up only at the last second to lightly cuff the dragon's muzzle with a laugh. "Did you hear that, boy?" His quicksilver voice rebounds through the cavern like a crazed insect. "Did you? Huh? Did you? Do you want some elves?" Nemphis is scratching Terrorizer's nose animatedly now, by turns quickly raking his fingernails across the scales and throwing quick jabs at the bone. He fishes in a hip pouch and pulls out a severed, rotting hand. He tosses it to the dragon. "Of course you do! Pretty boy, good boyyy! You want some more? Do you? Huh? Do you? Yes you do! Yesyesyes!" Nemphis stops dead in his tracks and looks down his nose at Terrorizer as if contemplating squashing an ant. "Then go. Chew their meat. Splinter their bones. Drink the blood of every last motherless bastard in that village. Make. Daddy. Proud."

P51mus Sinistro is sitting in his chamber...apparently meditating Suddenly there is a flash of lightning....and by some odd chance a single meteor lands nearby, shaking the castle His eyes slowly open, he has awakened from his meditative state He slowly rises to his feet in an unnatural way He walks down the hallway of his castle...and meets Nemphis It is time that we show those elves the meaning of true pain. It is time for my revenge gainst Gyrfalcon. The first part of my revenge will be the complete and utter destruction of Crystal Falls. Once we are through with it, there will be nothing left but ashes, blood, and bones. He descends through the levels of his dugeons...passing by cells which hold the long dead, rotting bodies of forgotten enemies After he descends several floors of the dungeon, he arrives at Terrorizer's chamber Terrorizer's chamber has many riches gathered in it, as dragons like collecting them, and there are several skeletons strewn about Terrorizer....You are to destroy Crystal Falls. Completely annihilate every last elf. Burn their town to the ground. Leave nothing but ashes and the charred remains of the elves. Of course you can keep any shiny objects you find...

Cheyenne *slapping Immortalis along side his head, unfortunatly knocking him to the ground Immortalis lands right on Hammel's small and now squishy body. grabbing him by the arm and pulling him toward the door marked "An OOC thread for Gyrfalcon: The Movie"* This is where we brainstorm, Silly! You had better be careful playing on the set. Wyvern has a temper these days if you hadn't noticed!

Immortalis Hey, where do we act. In a real "acting" post or in this one?

Wyvern "Cut! That's a rap! Beautifull, Racouol, just beautifull! With actors like you, it'll be a box-office smash hit!" Right, on with the filmings... -Scene 1: Sinistro's lair -Actors needed: P51mus (Sinistro), Ozymandias (Nemphis), Rubber Chicken (Terrorizer) -Scenario: The camera zooms around the dark, forboding fortress of Sinistro. The weather is dark, and thunder crackles in the sky. The camera zooms into the lair, where we see Sinistro is meditating in his personal chamber. Thunder and lightning. He opens his eyes. His meditation is finished. It is time to show the elven race the true meaning of fear! Sinistro walks briskly out of his chamber and walking down the halls passes Nemphis. He tells Nemphis that the plot against the elven race will commence, and that his first action will be to destroy the loving and peacefull elven village of Crystal Falls. Nemphis obeys and Sinistro leaves to another chamber. Nemphis then heads to the lair of Terrorizer found in Sinistro's dungeons. He tells Terrorizer to destroy Crystal Falls. Terrorizer nods in agreement, and flies off to Crystal Falls. Screen fades out. End scene. Right! All actors, take thier positions! Lets roll'em!

Racouol "Life, what is the meaning of life. Is there some greater porpose or are we here just to die? Death, what perpose does death serve? Is there a way to prevent the death that lies await for us mortals? Why must we eventually die?" Looks up then purches his foot onto the lower part of the stone. "Is it possible to have life without death? Does something that can not die really live? Ha, so many unanswered questions for a relitivly simple consept. A simple consept that many take for granted. Why do we live? Do our live really in our control or are our lives just a game for someones amusement. If it is just a game then does death really mean that the game just got boring and they threw us away like some unwanted toy. I have seen many throw there lives away for what they beleave to be true. Are these people brave or just fools? I guess that they are both. Life is too precious to waste but in the end Death awaits us all. It is each persons choice wether they want to face death or have it chase them down."

"...I need a diversion of some sort, something that will distract the executives of Scry corporations while I steal the famous potion right from under their noses." "Hmmmm..." The God Dora considers this for a moment. "Once I have the potion in my possesion, I'll be able to sell it for a ridiculously high price on the black market! I'll... errr... WE'll be rich I tell you! Rich!!!" Much to the horror of Valdar, Dora grins at this thought and chimes "Very well... I shall create your diversion. I will make the impossible occur, which has a tendency to distract mortals. However, due to certain guidelines I must abide by, I can only make the impossible happen for a total of seven minutes and 23 seconds. After that time has elapsed, everything will go back to normal as it was before. Hopefully, in this allotted time frame, you'll be able to snatch the potion and flee..." "Leave it to me!!!" shouts Wyvern gleefully, tuning out of the crystal ball and heading to claim his prize. As Dora begins concerntrating and distorting reality, Valdar whispers "You know, Dora... I wouldn't really put my faith in that lizard, if I were you..." The executives of Scry industries and president Iam Greedy continue their discussion as the impossible begins to occur. Iam Greedy gets hair on his head, president Bush becomes smart, and MARI doesn't go bankrupt... In the midst of the conversation, Wyvern barges into the office and snatches Scry #990, exclaiming "It's mine!!!" before turning to leave. Unfortunatly, the impossible things occuring are far to subtle to be noticed by the crowd of executives, and the diversion fails. The exit of the room is blocked by several members of the Scry developemental community. "Stop right there lizard!!!" "Give us back that potion, thief!" "Hey... since when does president Iam Greedy have hair?" "Give that potion back, or we'll take it by force!!!" "Never!" cries Wyvern, grasping it with all his might "It's mine, I tell you! MINE!!!" An angry executive charges at Wyvern and goes for the potion. Through the struggling and Wyvern's tight grasp on the bottle, the cap of the potion comes undone and a small portion of the liquid boy magnet is spilled on the overgrown lizard. The executive eventually manages to prevail and takes the potion from Wyvern, immediatly sealing the cap back on it. Wyv slowly backs up against the back wall of the room, laughing nervously and waving his hands in front of himself defensively. "You miserable excuse for a lizard janitor!" screams an exec approaching Wyvern "Why I'm going to..." As the effects of the potion kick in on Wyvern, the angry glares in the eyes of the executives are suddenly transformed into rather disturbing glances of attraction. "I'm going to love you up till you can be loved no more!" finishes the exec, blowing a kiss to Wyvern and flirting seductively. "WHAAAAAT?!" cries a terrified Wyvern, backing up even more against the wall and suddenly realizing what had triggered this sudden change of impulses. "Oh no... Oh my GOD..." The fat and bloated president Iam Greedy suddenly jumps up on the office table and begins stripping and belly dancing, purring "I'm all yours, you sexy, sexy creature..." Wyvern screams in sheer terror.

Having carefully looked over Bhurin's interview and excellent poetry, the Elder of Initiates smiles and decides that he would indeed be fit for membership... Quickly rising from his desk seat and turning to Bhurin, Wyvern holds the legionnaires application high in the air and happily exclaims: "Bhurin, you're-" The overgrown lizard is suddenly interrupted, however, as static arrises from the speakers of his office and the voice of Jechum immediatly rings through the room: "Wyvern, get to the Tower of Elders immediatly! We want to yell at you some more..." Wyvern sighs, placing Bhurin's application on his desk and grabbing his 'Complete Doctrines and Rules of the Pen" portfolio. Turning towards the anxious applicant, Wyv apologeticaly mutters "Sorry Bhurin... wait here just a second, I'll be right back..." He then curses and rushes off to the Tower of Elders via the main office exit, leaving Bhurin alone in the room... "Oh well..." sighs Bhurin to himself. "I could use a brief moment of quiet time for reading anyway..." No sooner has Bhurin said this then all the entrances to the office are kicked open simultaneously and the confused applicant is suddenly surrounded by SWAT team members wearing gasmasks and brandishing M16 machine guns. His mouth drops open as a police helicopter outside the window shines a blinding spotlight on him, and several more SWAT agents jump into the room by means of bungee cords and an opening in the roof. "FREEEZE!" yell the SWAT members at the top of their lungs, pointing their weapons at Bhurin and making their best angry faces. "What the hell...?" whispers Bhurin meekly, desperatly seeking some kind of explanation for this hectic event. As if to answer his questions, a section of the circle surrounding him is suddenly split open as a man in a grey coat and hat with a cigarette hanging loosly from his mouth walks through the crowd and heads up to him. "So Mr. Wyvern..." mutters the man hoarsly "...thought you'd give us the slip again, eh?! Well, I'm sorry to say that your scheming days have come to an end..." With that, the man takes out a badge and holds it out in front of him. "I. M. Clueless, Private Eye... We're here to take you in for your continous failures to pay tax revenues, along with several bank frauds we have under your name..." The detective then smiles and blows a ring of smoke in Bhurin's face... "And as you can see, there's no escaping us this time..." Upon hearing this, Bhurin laughs and nervously exclaims: "There must be some kind of mistake! I'm not Elder Wyvern! I'm just an applicant who's-" "Suuuuuuuurrrrrreee..." interupts I. M. Clueless "Why don't you tell us all about it downtown? Get'em boys..." "Hey... wait!" yells Bhurin angrily as the SWAT members shove him into a black Sedan "I have my rights!" I. M Clueless and the SWAT team then evacuate the premisis, speeding off in their massively powerfull vehicle. Elder Wyvern arrives back in his office the moment after they've left... Noticing that Bhurin is no longer in the room, he frowns and mutters "Yeesh... some applicants are so impatient..." Later, in a dark room lit by a single lamp somewhere dowtown... I. M. Clueless looks Bhurin in the eye and shines a single light in his face... He then growls: "Listen, Mr. Wyvern... We can do this the easy way or the hard way... Tell us what your fraud bank account names are, or at least admit to us that ARE Wyvern!" Bhurin sighs deeply and rubs his forehead. "Look... I already told you... I'm not Wyvern..." "Fine then, we'll do this the hard way. Boys, strap our friend Mr. Wyvern to the lie detector..." Bhurin is suddenly held back as several SWAT agents tie him back to his chair and strap numerous electronic devices on him. "Here's how the game works..." begins I. M. Clueless "...I'll ask you a question and you'll respond with a 'yes' or 'no' answer. Should you by any chance choose to lie, you will recieve an electric shock from the lie detector apparatus, which can detect these things... Understood?" Bhurin nods. "Very well, first question: is your name Wyvern?" "No." I. M. Clueless waits for the electric surge, but is shocked when none occurs. "... Boys... make sure that all the circuits of the lie detector are on go and that everything is plugged in..." The SWAT members do this, and I. M. Clueless rephrases his question. Bhurin responds in the same way, and there is still no electrical shock. "Dammit...! yells I. M. Clueless "The machine must be broke! Call the mechanic!" Bhurin slaps his forehead, marveling at the stupidity shown by central intelligence... Several, several hours later... After having toggled with the lie detector, making sure it was functioning properly, and eventually purchasing a totally new model and testing it to no avail, I. M. Clueless is left sobbing at his desk. "I don't understand! *sob* I was sure I had Wyvern... *sob*" "Awwww... that's O.K." mutters Bhurin, hating to see a grown man cry and trying to comfort the poor detective "I'm sure you'll catch Wyvern eventually..." "R-really...?" murmers I. M. Clueless, drying his tears "You think so...?" "Sure." lies Bhurin, secretly snickering to himself at the thought of this wacko detective actually tryng to capture Wyv... The SWAT members then procede to escort Bhurin back to the halls of the Pen is Mightier then the Sword, each personally apologizing to the rather peeved applicant. As soon as Bhurin enters Wyvern's office again, the Elder of Initiates stands up and exclaims: "Ah, Bhurin! I was afraid you might have left from becoming impatient... Your application is accepted!" OOC: Excellent application Bhurin, accepted. Your poem was very engaging, and I hardly noticed its length before I had finished it. I particularly liked the rhyming scheme (which was reminiscent of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven", and fit the mood of the poem perfectly) and the humorous ending. I look forward to reading lots more of your stuff in the future, 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 Dreamer quickly directs his viscious gaze to next most obvious target near his proximity, the spell caster attacking Gyrfalcon... His attention is suddenly diverted, however, as the decapitated head of a paladin he had just killed falls next to his feet. Briefly glancing towards the visage of the head, he suddenly notices that it is the same face of the paladin that had collected their weapons earlier... how had he gotten entangled into this chaos...? The Dreamer's eyes narrow and he frowns slightly... Feeling the presence of the true murderer behind him several moments before he strikes, the Dreamer swiftly turns and parries the sinfull paladin's blow, catching him off guard. The Dreamer then performs a devastating uppercut blow in his rage, slashing the paladin directly across the face and gouging out one of his eyes. The paladin takes two steps backwards, and the Dreamer moves in for the finishing blow... He is foiled, however, as a scholar alight on fire runs directly in front of him and blocks his path. He quickly does away with the flaming obstacle, but then suddenly stops for the first time in his rage and looks over his opponent. The anti-paladin seemed to be covered in a radiant aura of some sort... While the Dreamer had dealt away with the paladin's right eye, he seemed to not be even the slightest bit fazed... Elsewhere, as Gyrfalcon slowly slips into a state of unconsciousness, the priestess gazes upon the immobile figure of the half-elf with a face of mingled shock and concern... "You haven't died yet?!! Impossible!" Somewhat weak from the casting of a number of her major spells, she never the less raises one of her hands to the air and taps into her final reserves, crying out "Begone!!!" At the same time, the glowing anti-paladin and the Dreamer charge at one another, both determined to slit each others throat... Then suddenly, before any action takes place, the voice of Jagon booms powerfully from the height of his podium: " ENOUGH!!!" The echoing charisma of Jagon's voice is so great that even the Dreamer's battle rage suddenly subsides into nothingness. The voice has a highly unnatural ring to it, and all of those in conflict in the room immediatly cease and come to a standstill. Apart from the voice of Jagon and the sound of timber wood burning, the room is suddenly enveloped in an eery silence... "Kraisis, Celestia, our job is done here. Let us depart." Upon hearing this, the priestess suddenly turns to Jagon and, pointing towards Gyrfalcon, exclaims: "Lord Jagon, that is impossible! There are survivors escaping, thanks to the meddlings of this miserable half elf. There are witnesses to the events of this evening still alive!" Jagon shrugs, and then says: "Perhaps it's time we were known of... It matters not, for the Pool is already within our reach... I can sense it." "But my Lord..." Before the priestess can continue, Jagon casts her a heartless gaze from his platform and she is immediatly silenced. "Nobody asked for your opinion in the matter, Celestia. Now, let us depart from this place... I leave the honors to you." Celestia nods solemnly and taps the last of her powers to envelope herself, Jagon, and Kraisis in what appear to be shining spheres of light. As the spheres begin getting brighter, Jagon calls out from his platform: "Our destinations are similar, warriors. The next time we meet, we will finish that which we have begun..." With that, there is a blinding flash of light and Jagon, Kraisis, and Celestia dissapear before the adventurers' eyes, leaving them alone in the enormous burning central chamber of the church which is slowly reaching it's collapsing state...

As a mass of clouds moves over the night sky and the moonlit fields of Terra slowly darken, the huge central lecture chamber of the Saint Andrew's Cathedral begins to become flooded with people... Most of the crowd is comprised of scholars and monks of the church, curious about the nature of Jagon's upcoming lecture and eager to hear one so reputedly knowledged in the subject of religion speak. There were also representatives from neighboring churches amongst the audience, as well as curious commoners from Erindale who were interested in learning a bit about religion from the charismatic scholar's lecture. By the time the adventurers have arrived at the chamber, it is already quite packed and bustling with noise. Due to the crowded nature of the room, there are unfortunatly no four empty seats available directly next to each other... thus each of the adventurers must find their own spots to sit in the enormous chamber. "I'm going to join my fellow monks over at the east end of the room..." says Jakob, pointing to a figure that is joyfully waving to him from around that area. "Let's meet at the east exit of the chamber after the speech has ended. I still must tell you about how to dispell the vale of illusion of the island, and the use of the crystal..." The adventurers nod and then quickly shake Jakob's hand before he rushes off to meet his friends on the far right hand side of the room. The heros then split up, each finding their own seats at seperate parts of the chamber while at the same time being carefull to stay within each others views... Gyrfalcon finds a seat near the center of the chamber, the Dreamer finds one near the west end, and Timothy is seated somewhere around the east end... Meanwhile, Myth and Reyn coincidentaly manage to meet each other at the entrance of the chamber. Upon seeing Myth, Reyn quickly signals to her and she decides to join him near the east end of the chamber. They both find seperate seats around this end, noticing that the monks of the church have gathered around that area and thus hoping to intercept Jakob after the speech has ended... Finally, Kaylera enters the crowded chamber and manages to find a seat around the center of the room, completely unaware that she is sitting only a few seats in front of Gyrfalcon... Eventually, the flooding of the chamber recedes and everyone attending the speech has been seated. A nun from a neighboring church then begins passing through the rows, humbly asking people if they'd be willing to give a donation to support the building of orphanages. As she does so, Saint Andrew walks onto the speech platform high above the audience and raises his hands in the air in order to imply silence. Gradually, the rowdy murmer of the chamber is reduced to a few hushed whispers... Seeing that silence has been achieved, Saint Andrew smiles, clears his throat, and speaks up. His voice powerfully echos over the audience due to his positioning on the speech platform: "Ladies and gentlemen... thank you for attending the atypical speech ceremony about to take place this evening. It is truely a pleasure for me to see so many familiar faces in the audience, and I am equally happy to find many unfamiliar faces... those of people curious yet uncertain of religion. I sincerely hope that this speech will forever change your attitudes towards the church, and will convert you to our common cause." Saint Andrew smiles. "As you all know, it is not I who am speaking tonight, but rather a renowned religious scholar by the name of Jagon. Without further ado, I'll let him take the stand... please give him your warmest welcome..." The audience applauds as Saint Andrew moves to the side and Jagon steps out onto the high podium. He smiles calmly, brushing his black hair back and waiting for the applause to subside. When it finally has, he begins his speech... Jagon's charismatic voice booms majesticly over the audience: "It was once said by the Lord in the bible that all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another. (John 13:35) Yet look at ourselves... We claim to be disciples of the Lord, but do we truly love one another? I think not... It was also stated that Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding. (Proverbs 17:28) But is a fool that holds his peace truly considered wise by society? The answer, my fellow scholars, is 'no'... I agree with the bible for the most part, yet there have always been certain lines that I've found questionable..." Jagon suddenly stops speaking and there is a long silence... A curious murmer breaks out in the audience, and from behind Jagon, Saint Andrew frowns miserably... This was certainly not been the kind of speech he had been expecting... As the audience whispers curiously to one another, the nun that is collecting donations passes by Kaylera's seat and gently asks her if she'd be willing to contribute to the orphanage fund. Always happy to donate to a noble cause, Kaylera reaches for a geld to hand to the nun and in the process accidentaly connects with the nun's gaze... This automaticaly triggers her psychic powers, and the geld she had retrieved from her pouch loosly falls out of her hand to the ground. Her eyes widen as an icey dagger of fear pierces her heart... Within the cold, heartless gaze of the nun she could find no virtue or peace... only ruthless murder and death. Ignoring Kaylera's abnormal reaction and taking it as if it were a simple refusal to donate, the nun continues to the next seat... Kaylera lingers stiffly, her eyes still wide and glassy, uncertain of how to react to this discovery. She doubted anyone would believe her, even if she interrupted the speech... yet this could be urgent... Before she has time to react, Jagon speaks up once again: "For example, when the Lord states He who ignores discipline despises himself, but whoever heeds correction gains understanding (Proverbs 15:32) it is absolute nonsense. None of us have any control over the hands that fate has dealt us. We are all destined to perform the actions we take..." Jagon pauses for a moment, then goes on... "You all foolishly came this evening for enlightment... yet I bring you SALVATION!" With that, much to the horror and astonishment of the audience, Jagon grabs Saint Andrew by the collar and shoves him off the railing of the speech podium. Confused and terrified, Saint Andrew let's out a hideous shriek as he plummets towards the statue of archangels located below the podium. His cry is cut short, however, as he is impaled by a stone sword held high in the air by one of the majestic statues. Saint Andrew is killed instantly, and his blood trickles down the granite blade and over the eyes of the archangel holding it. If one were to observe the statue closely, it almost appeared as if it were crying blood... Chaos breaks out in the audience. Gyrfalcon instinctively goes for his katana, only to realize he doesn't have it. Timothy tries to piece together exactly what had occured, but is interrupted as he is knocked back by a terrified and disorderly crowd. Reyn's eyes widen in fear and his mouth drops open. He then procedes to wet himself... The Dreamer frowns. Things begin happening very rapidly. The nun collecting donations suddenly drops her collection box and tosses off her nun robes to reveal those of a priestess. She raises her hands in the air and both Kaylera and Gyrfalcon shout out a warning to the audience. But it's too late... An enormous explosion of fire erupts at the eastern end of the chamber, annihilating easily a third of the audience. Myth, with lightening swift reactions, manages to evade the explosion. Reyn and Timothy are luckily only caught in it's aftermath, and suffer a minor shock and jolt... Jakob, along with all the other monks, are utterly incinerated. As two more explosions occur in other parts of the chamber and the exits are all simultaneously shut through the power of magic, a paladin who had been hiding in a far corner of the room unseathes his blade and begins killing innocents. The slaughter of Saint Andrew's Cathedral begins... Jagon watches this carnage from the heights of his podium and slowly begins to smile...

Wyvern Wyvern the director enters the "Wilderness of Terra" set. He wears a french baret cap, plaid shorts and dark director shades. He sits down in his director chair, next to the cameramen. Wyvern then takes out a large microphone and shouts: "O.K people! Time to commence the filmings!" -Name: Introduction to Gyrfalcon the Movie -Actors needed: Racouol only. (Gyrfalcon) -Scenario: At first, the screen is dark. Then, the sun slowly shows its face above the horizon, silohetting the wilderness of Terra. We then see the silohett of Gyrfalcon (Racouol). Gyrfalcon wanders through the wilderness as the credits role. He then stops by a stone. Then he commences a solliloquy (For those who don't know, a first-person narrative) about life and death (Good luck Racouol ). The screen fades out and we see the words "1 year ago". End scene. "Got it?! Racouol old boy, I'm counting on you to give it your best performance!" Racouol comes up to Wyvern "Wyvern, the script please..." "Oh THAT?! Well actualy, due to budget problems, we don't have one! " http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif "Annnnnnnnnd ACTION!"

Lumpenproletariat lumpenproletariat is walking down the sidewalks of Terra when he notices brute sitting under a large neon sign for "Gryfalcon: The Movie". Remembering the trick played on him at the best archmages awards, he sees an ample opportunity for some light revenge. A few steps closer reveals brutes' red eyes, and stubble beard, results of living off jerky and booze for 5 days. "what are you waiting for?" he inquires. "Five whole days, just for tickets, this movie had better be worth it" is the response he gets, aimed some 3 feet to his left. lumpenproletariat sits against the side of the building, and decides to be second in line *slouches against the side of the building, going for the more hobo approach* "say brute, that jerky looks rather nice......

P51mus The others in the room look on as P51mus' appearance slowly changes His skin has now turned pallid and he is wearing the classic dark villian's cloak. Anyone who had seen Sinistro would notice almost no difference between P51mus and Sinistro if they stood next to each other Heh heh heh....

Wyvern Peredhil, you were BORN to play the part of Mystic! As I promised, a list of all the characters: Gyrfalcon: (already posted by Gyrfalcon) Elemestra: A beautifull, free-spirited elementress and enchantress. She can be a person's fantasy come true or their worst nightmare. Flowing hair, beautifull bod, sweet smile (in other words: Cheyennne!). She has not fully come to grips with her powers, but still outclasses most mages. Those men who are thinking of a snobby, helpless princess are in for a surprise. She has already ditched 4 adventurers as they couldn't keep up with her! She is a very motivated and courageous individual, and will stop at nothing to achieve what is right. Wears: classic sorceress robes. Decieving, as she usualy protects herself with an invisable Flame Sheild. Bardis: Gyrfalcon's best friend and most faithfull ally. An elven warrior. He knows no magic, but rather lives by his blade. He is known throughout Terra as one of the finest swordsmen that ever lived. He wears an armor made of elven-mail, very strong material indeed. He respects and admires Gyrfalcon, and would gladly risk his life to save that of Gyrfalcon. Bardis also has a pet MOUSE (not rat) by the name of Mite. This mouse has been specialy trained by Bardis to be extremly devious and cunning. Mystic: Peredhil: this will be a challenging role, but I know you can handle it. Mystic is an eccentric old wise-man who lives in the lost mountains, far from civilisation. He owns a little hut in which he practices all sorts of strange physical and psychological experiments. He has a long white beard, which he often strokes. Mystic is an all-knowing sage. The world has no mysteries for him. However, when people journey to the lost mountains to ask him for advice, he never answers them directly. Instead, he talks in riddles and questions. Those which ask him must find the response to their questions theirselves through his guidance. He also owns a large collection of rare, antique artifacts... Sinistro: If pure evil could be incarnated into one being, it would be this man. Sinistro wears a classic, dark villains cloak. His skin is pallid, and he rarely laughs or even smiles. He is an absolute master of the magical arts, and is a good swordsman as well. He wants revenge against Gyrfalcon for destroying his brother, and wants to avenge himself by destroying the entire elven race! But there's more. This form of Sinistro (a dark, pallid man in a cloak), is merely Sinistro's shadow! The true Sinistro is a terrible half-human half-demon. He wears a demonic red and black armor with a black cape, and has large goat horns coming out of his head. The true form of Sinistro is MUCH more powerfull then his shadow. (Btw, the adventurers don't know that this is Sinistro's true form). Nemphis: Ozymandias: Your gonna LOVE this! Nemphis is Sinistro's right-hand man, a fallen archangel. Sinistro has imbdued him with power far beyond that of the casual archangel, however. Nemphis is the leader of Sinistro's army of undead. He despises all that are good, particularly Bardis, who shows great friendship towards Gyrfalcon. Nemphis has the classical fallen archangel features in addition to unholy armor and a sword which reaps souls. He has grey hair. One of his eyes has no pupil. He cannot use magic, but can fly and use his magical sword. Expect a really cool battle between this guy and Bardis. Terrorizer: O.K. I know what your thinking: "all of the cast seems serious, so why use Zool's rubber chicken?!" Allow me to explain. If you have been following the chickens antics, you'll notice it can grow drasticaly in size (see the thread "Does everybody drink and then flop down?" for more info). Well, Terrorizer is a gigantic black dragon! He is not incredibly intelligent, but is practicaly invulnerable due to his ebon hide. He also has a devastatingly powerfull breath attack. When Sinistro needs to destroy a city or two, this is the guy he calls on. Think about it. Rubber chicken grows in size, we put it in a costume, turn that cluck into a roar and we're all set! Special effects will take care of the rest... Thats it for the characters. If you have any questions or suggestions, write them in the OOC thread. I'll see what I can do. If you took the time to read this, thank you!

Peredhil31 "Medic? Will a Mystic do?" In a swirl of multi-colored (environmentally biodegradable and non-toxic) mists, Peredhil appears. "Nurse, get me some hot water!" Matt the Toupee slithers over to Zool and begins climbing his leg. The Rubber Chicken s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-s and retrieves Wyvern's container of Starvation Creek bottled water that'd been sitting refracting a sunbeam. Swilling the water, Peredhil quickly mumbles a few words and makes some mystic passes. Palming a small capsule, he breaks it under Racouol's nose. Racouol regains consciousness with a head start on a head ache. Fixing Wyvern with a steely eye, Peredhil exclaims, "Doctor, I think he'll live!" "Why am I wearing this?" Racouol dazed voice comes faintly through his slipped wig. "He who would fill the Falcon's feathers needs must gyve himself in the proper plummage," replies Peredhil. "Beautiful Plummage," Interjects Zool helpfully, "Wait 'till we nail you to the perch!" As Peredhil stands, Zool passes him a small parchment. After glancing at it, Peredhil shrugs and palms a small plastic ball. With a dramatic downward gesture (tossing the ball to explode at Racouol's feet) Peredhil emotes through a rising mist... "The Quill is more vigorous than the Glaive! To a Seeker the Path is more worthy than the Goal! Never Goal Tend - 'tis Fowl!" The mists subside, and Peredhil is gone. [This message has been edited by peredhil31 (edited October 12, 2000).]

Zool Zool runs into Wyvern's office with a trunk on his back. "Don't worry about a thing Racouol! I can take care of everything but the make-up." Zool puts down the trunk and opens the lid, dodging the debris that ejects from the musty portal as he does so. "Here, get on these stilts." Zool hands over a pair of shin stilts. Racouol straps into them and slowly gets up, wobbling only slightly. "There, see! You're half a meter taller! We'll get some elevator shoes later to make up the difference." Zool bends back down to his trunk. "Now, put on this muscle suit, this wig, these gloves, this armour, these boots... Oops!" Racouol fell over halfway into his armour with a loud crash. "Uh, Medic!"

Racouol Racouol reads the discription of Gyrfalcon then takes a close look in the mirror. "Grrrrr, I look nothing like Gyrfalcon. I need to compleatly change what I look like. I guess it is time to call in the best make-up artists in Terra." Racouol then storms into Wyverns office. "Ok Wyvern, you are now going to have to hire the best make-up artists in this world so I can look somewhat like what Gyrfalcon is suppose to look like. I would like you to find one."

Zool "'OMG naked breasts!' works for me." *Zool drools into his AoA droolpan.* *Rubber chicken slaps Zool. Thwap!* "Err, yeah - That's terrible..." mutters Zool as he rubs his red face.

Cheyenne I have one question...the topless scene has already been done once in the apocalypse party that Nic threw, Feath was better at it than I, however, if this technique is to be applied again, it needs some pizzaze (sp?) or atleast more forethought than just "OMG naked breasts" type thing. Any thoughts on this?

Gyrfalcon okay, here is my description, Wyvern. _____________________________________________ Stats of Gyrfalcon: physical: 6' 2", 180 pounds. green eyes, brown hair, and a lefty. well muscled, but not over-muscled (over-muscled: so many muscles the brain atrophies from lack of attention. =P) usually wears mithral field plate, and an unadorned helmet when fighting. Usually carries his magical katana strapped to his back. Occasionally has a wand or two on belt, and his grimore is always there. Always clean and well-groomed. He appears to be mid-20s, despite the fact he is several millennia old. This does not seem to be an illusion, and is put down to his heritage as a demi-god. description of magical items: mitril field plate: this armor has been enchanted for lightness and additional protection- it is so light, in fact, that Gyrfalcon is able to cast spells armored, something most mages cannot do. helmet: Provides significant protection to magical acid, fire, lightning, ice, and pure magic attacks. provides complete immunity to poisons, illusions, spells effecting the mind, psionics, and charm spells. katana: this sword has been heavily enchanted, so that it can return to Gyrfalcon's hand at a thought, and cut through nearly any material. (diamond and adamantium are the exceptions) spellbook: this item is usually chained to Gyrfalcon's belt with an adamantium chain. It cannot be destroyed or damaged in any way. If it somehow is taken or stolen, Gyrfalcon can send it back to his fortress to be recovered at a later time. personality: Gyrfalcon has a strong sense of justice. He will always do what is truely right, not what society says is 'right'. (example: Gyrfalcon will free slaves even if laws say that slaves are ok) Gyrfalcon is completely loyal to his friends and allies, but has been been known to kill anyone who betrays him, sooner or later. Gyrfalcon is mentally stable, which is a surprise after the centuries he has spent around Boaz and Joat. Gyrfalcon is proud, but not so proud as to not accept help if needed. He will never grovel or beg, not even for his life. as a demigod, his major ability is to absorb a large attack on him or an ally, and redirect it in the form of a spell, usually one of two- Aegis Beam and Fire Needles. known spells invented by Gyrfalcon: Ice Age- a ice version of Inferno. additionally, snow monsters operate at a much better level after this spell. Aegis Beam- increadibly devestating beam of pure mana from the five colors. Because of it's nature, there is no chance of absorbing it due to it being of a mage's color. The only chance of survival if Gyrfalcon uses this is to get out of the way. However, this attack needs a great deal of absorbed power, and can only be used after absorbing an attack nearly as brutal. Fire Needles- When Gyrfalcon uses this Eradication spell, thousands of tiny lances of fire energy spring from his hands towards his target. Individually, they would be no threat to a mage, but together, the lances can eat through the shield quickly. This is Gyrfalcon's standard counter after aborbing an attack. While the lances move quickly, it is possible to evade them, and in the case of a very powerful mage, stand against them. However, to stand against the attack would do major damage to that mage's mana reserves to keep his shields working. Respectfully yours, Vashim Harsi _____________________________________________ *the name cuts off suddenly, and at the bottom of the last page, there are blood stains. Obviously, the spy meet a quick end.*