Wyvern

Immortalis *Squeak*-squeak- I am not a rat!!! Quoted from, "The Journals of Hammel Sensei, Field Marshal to the Criminally Insane Yet Good Hearted!"

Wyvern YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!! Finaly! An actress appropriate for the role! Now, we can really get this movie on the road. Cheye, baby, no love-making scenes with Racouol (to bad eh...? ) but there is a topless scene.... (Wyvern throws the sugar cube out the window) All of the actors have been decided. They are as follows: -Racouol as Gyrfalcon -Cheyenne as Elemestra -Immortalis as Bardis (with Hammel as his pet rat) -Peredhil31 as Mystic -P51mus as Sinistro -Ozymandias as Nemphis -Zool's rubber chicken as Terrorizer Any other actors that wish to have a small walk-on scene or cameo appearence, please inform me before the day the filming commences: Monday, October 16. Soon, I will post a list of the characters along with their descriptions and attitudes. Gyrfalcon, I would really appreciate it if you posted your own description and character. That way, Racouol will be able to act you out perfectly! Now, back to geld problems...

Cheyenne Leaving the building Cheyenne immedialty runs into Brute, almost knocking him out of his chair. OMG Brute, I am so sorry! Next time get out of my way though, K???!!!! So, are you here to audition? I hear Wyvern is about to finish the casting. You had better go see him soon if you want him to get you into the cameo appearnce of "Drunkman". Then again, maybe he has already rethought that particular part of the movie, you would have to ask. Wow, is that deer jerky or beef? I so love deer jerky. Hey, I hear there is a hamster running around here somewhere, could you make jerky out of that???? As Cheyenne runs her mouth a million miles an hour, Brute calmly just guzzles down more of the beverage from the Decanter. Keeping an interested expression on his face as he thinks about those naked nymphs of yesteryear (day???) he even manages an approving grunt here and there. Well, Dear, I must be going. Please stop by the penthouse sometime and we could have a great party. Ta Ta... Cheyenne elegently steps into a portal of ice blue fire and is gone in an instant.

Brute Not far from the action of the ranting actors and agents, Brute shows up with a lawn chair, a bag of beef jerky, and his Decanter. Choosing an appropriate spot, he plops down on the sidewalk and begins to drink heavily from the Decanter and gnaw on his jerky sticks. Suddenly, Zool appears from around the corner, cell phone pressed to his ear, and on his way to his carpet limo. Zool takes in the site of Brute and his Decanter and waves to him. "Brute, baby! Whatever are you doing sitting on the sidewalk in a lawn chair?" "I'm waitin..." "That's marv, baby! Listen, I can make you an offer that hurts me to even think about it. Do you have an agent?" Brute's mouth hung slightly open in confusion. "I'm just here to get.." "No? Good. Here, take my card and call me. We'll do lunch. Oh, and let's get together sometime with the Decanter. I want you to meet some friends!" And with that, Zool stepped onto his carpet limo and flew off. Brute sat amazed at the small card in his hand. "I just wanna be the first to get tickets for the Movie," he said. Shrugging his broad shoulders, he dropped the card into a trashcan and continued to swill booze. Brute, Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze

Immortalis "I am Cornholio, Want to see my #####!!!" Calm yourself down Hammel Sensei!! However, Wyvern, if you ban Hammel from an aspiring acting career, you should ban all prolific pet peversion... (God, I never tire of this phrase) This is being a hypocrite, not to be insulting whatsoever... Examine this further, and we shall walk in the light, and perhaps, get our own imprints in the walk of fame!!!

Just as Nyyark's crow reaches the portal, a chimera flies through the air and knocks the poor bird to the side as if it were nothing more then a flying black rag. The portal closes before the crow can get back through, and he is then brutaly knocked by two other chimeras in flight. Weak and desperatly trying to stay airborn, the poor crow plummets to the ground, crashing on a rock and going unconcious... Back at his encampment, Nyyark begins to worry... His favorite pet Crow had been gone for an unaturally long period of time, and he still hadn't recieved news of whether or not his application to the Pen had been accepted. Several of the crows in the surrounding territories, who had been the pet Crow's friends, begin forming rebel anti-chimera alliances that abided by nativist crow beliefs. These groups then begin gathering together, and soon an enormous army of crows has formed... A vicious leader and crow general by the name of Sherman Te-caw-msuh then begins orginizing a raid against the chimeras which is to be known as 'Saving Private Crow'. In this raid, the crows would penetrate enemy chimera lines and save the pet Crow... if he was still alive, that is. Te-caw-msuh decides to execute the rather simplistic plan immediatly... Turning to Nyyark, the crows ask him to join them in the valient quest to save the pet Crow. Nyyark hesitates and then refuses, arguing that it would be impossible to break the chimera lines with a set of beaks and flapping wings. This enraged Te-caw-msuh and the crows, and they sieged Nyyark, tarring and feathering him. They then dressed him up as a crow and declared him their mascot. The crows procede to charge towards battle, dragging poor Nyyark tied on a pole behind them... The first battle in the Crow-Chimera War (which is perhaps the bloodiest war in crow history) was that of Crow's Run. The enormous flock of birds valiently rushed at the chimera defensive line, despite being obviously overpowered. One of the chimeras famously called out "Don't breath fire until you see the whites of their beaks!" As the crows beaks weren't white but yellow, this was a fatal error. The crows actually managed to win the battle, catching the chimera's off guard and pecking on all their heads at once. Several other battles ensued, and the crows quickly formed a song known as 'The Tar Spangled Nyyark' to boost moral. The war finally ended with the airborn battle Appotomochimera, in which it supposedly rained crows and hailed chimeras from the sky. The crow army ultimatly won, and Nyyark's pet crow was saved... Turning to Nyyark, who had now been freed from his pole, the first thing the pet Crow manages to mutter is "You... were... ACCEPTED..." ;p OOC: A very good application Nyyark, you're accepted as an initiate. I enjoyed reading the poem 'Darwin's Parabola' and particularly liked it's freestyle nature and closure, in which it came full cirlce. Once again, well done. [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: 12/19/01 9:56:55 pm

14:30. Skanky Skull Marsh, Terra... Deep within the disgusting, putrid depths of the weed entangled mosquito hellhole known as Skanky Skull Marsh is constructed a huge building labeled "Scry Potion and Cosmetic Manufacturing Headquarters". The executive branch of the enormous beauty product company had decided on Skanky Skull as the ideal location for their headquarters as none of their competetors would ever think of checking for them there, and thus they would never be robbed of their brilliant products or ideas. In addition, the Marsh was in a very convenient location for the manufacturing and distribution of their products, as it was equidistant from the enormous city of Fallerox and the national cemetary. "Scry Potion and Cosmetics" used the city as a place to advertise their products, and incorporated the cemetary as a source of ingredients for their beauty materials (they used fresh cadavers as the principal component of their highly acclaimed facial lotions...). Coincidentaly, the literary guild of the Pen is Mightier then the Sword was also located only a short ways from the marsh... On the third floor of this seemingly out of place light grey building, down a narrow well-lit hall of paintings and behind a little black door entitled 'Execs Only', an important meeting was taking place between the principal powers of Scry industries. They had just released an add for their most powerfull product to date... Scry #990, a potion fabricated to attract boys with an efficiency equivalent to that of tiny nails being attracted to a 2,000 gigahurtz AcmeMagnet... That was an awfull lot of boys. The event of the products completion had come across as so revolutionary that the president of the corporation, Iam Greedy, had come down to the headquarters in order to discuss issues of pricing and advertisements... Several concerned voices echoed in the 'Exec Only' room... Wyvern, dressed in the attire of a janitor (complete with mop), had been listening intently to the conversation by placing his ear to the keyhole of the door. He had been sent to mop for Scry industries in order to pay off a debt, and had unintentionaly caught onto these executive discussions. As the various aspects of the product are discussed, including it's current pricing of 250,000 gold, an evil grin begins spreading over Wyvern's face. If he could get hold of that product, he could charge it for SO much more... Wasting no time and rushing to the nearest public crystal ball utility, Wyvern quickly does the incantation of his geld partner Valdar's crystal ball. There is static for a few moments, then gradualy a distorted image of Valdar's face appears... "Hello?" speaks Valdar lazily from his end of the crystal ball. "Hi Valdar..." chimes Wyvern cheerfully "... ready to make some more geld?" Valdar swallows hard.

My dear applicants and guests new and unfamiliar with the Pen, A few things to note about the process of applying to the Pen is Mightier then the Sword and membership: 1) Membership is not needed to participate in the creative writing on the public boards of the guild. Please feel free to write and express yourselves in these writing forums whether you are a member or a visitor. It's also a great way to pass the time away while waiting for your membership application to be processed... (which can occasionaly take a while ;p) 2) If you're thinking of truly joining the society of the Pen, however, you'll want to apply for membership. As a member of the Pen, you'll recieve priority feedback from the membership and gain recognition as a writer of the society. In addition, you'll also be able to participate in the advancement of the guild by gaining access to the member boards, where guild suggestions and concerns are addressed. We highly recommend you to join. 3) Applying to the Pen is a simple process. All you have to do is simply post an 'application' in this office. This application can be any piece of creative writing that demonstrates how well you write... a story, a poem, or a piece of roleplaying being only a few examples. After having posted it, the Elder of Initiates (a.k.a me) will look over it and decide whether or not the writing is up to that of the membership, and will accept or reject the application. Please be patient with the Elder of Initiates' responses, as at times he goes off on money making schemes and can't respond to applications immediatly. 4) Even if you aren't applying to the Pen, please feel free to read the applications and responses of the Office, as many are interesting stories in their own right. You may even want to participate or comment in some of them... I hope this clears any confusion, and look forward to seeing more applicants to the Pen. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to post them in this thread or e-mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com. Thank you. Melba swipes at the dust over the notice with a large ostrich-feather duster, which was slightly less ostentatious than the floral print on her blouse. She took a pencil from behind her ear and amended the notice with purposeful block lettering: Please do leave your email somewhere on your application, or email Wyvern (elitwack90@hotmail.com) so that we all may keep in touch. And if you want to have a little coffee-talk with the Pen people, log onto IRC - server Galaxynet - channel #thepen - and bring a housewarming present. She whisks more dust off of Wvyern's various piggybanks and piles of plots, tut-tutting at the disarray. Edited by: Melba at: 2/25/02 5:06:39 pm

And then there was light! An eerie blue light suddenly fills Wyvern's office, and Tzimfemme and Wyvern gaze in awe as Uohz materializes out of the room by means of a translucent beam... 10,000,000 light years above the earth, traveling at a speed of 1000 light years per hour, soars the amazing mini-space craft 'Galactica-4652B'. Uohz quickly materializes into the 'Top Secret Experimentation' room of the ship, courteousy of captain Mugord3's 'Woojimer brand particle beam exchange ray' ™. This particular ray brand offered some of the best rates in the galaxy, conveniently materializing animate or inanimate objects at relatively low costs... "Did you florg him?" blorks Mugord3 to his associate Xoxiqulamin from the cockpit of the ship. The three eyed, nine legged, peacock-man-thing looks at the speciman they had picked up, turns to his ally Murdock3, and quorks uncertainly "Looks like't boss... although this is the biggest chicken I've ever seen..." Hearing the uncertainty in Xoxiqulamin's voice, Mugord3 puts the ship on autopilot, walks over to his nine legged ally, and looks over Uohz from the unbreakable glass pane covering the 'Top Secret Experimentation' room. He then takes out a photo of a chicken (one strikingly similar in appearence to Zool's rubber chicken) and examines the picture as well. "Kurutomanos' gizzard!" cries the captain, slapping his head "This isn't a chicken! It's one of those puny earth people!" "Flaxnaflorgle!!!" curses Xoxiqulamin, pulling a lever next to the experimentation chamber and causing the airlock to open. Uohz is shot into the depths of space... Fortunatly, at that very moment, an apogee, solar eclipse, and planet alignment occur simultaneously. Through the mystical forces of nature and the unknown, Uohz materializes back from outerspace and finds himself once again in Wyvern's office. In sheer fascination and awe, the Elder of Initiates stamps Uohz's application 'ACCEPTED'. OOC: A good poem and accepted application Uohz. Welcome to the Mighty Pen, I look forward to reading more of your poems in the future. Note: similarities in the application response to a certain scene in Monty Python's "The Life of Brian" are purely coincidental. ;p [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.

No sooner has Andrea finished reciting her poem then the lights of Wyvern's office dim and an eery silence envelopes the room. The central double doors to the office are suddenly flung open, and two very charmingly dressed men roll out a red carpet into the chamber. Two helicopters fly by simultaneously in perfect unison, and begin shining white, blue, and green spot lights into the office through the various windows. A enormous white stretch limo rolls through the gates of the Mighty Pen and directly into the main hall, passing several bewildered Pen members, accidentaly rolling over one of Lumpenproletariat's feet, and finally parking in front of the door of Wyv's applicant office in a manner so that the limo doors on the right side are directly aligned with the red carpet leading into the office. One of the charmingly dressed men then goes and politely opens one of the limo doors. Several trumpets go off. Wyvern and Andrea stare in awe. Out of the door exits none other then the legendary celeberity Bob Dylan, wearing his traditional rainbow hippy garments and carrying his trusty guitar. The second charmingly dressed man hands him a microphone, and Dilan clears his throat and then begins to sing: "People... Coutries... Places... Nations... TURN your face up to the sun!" Several enormous television screens across the nation suddenly flash to life only to reveal an enormous and highly diverse chorus line, hosting people of all different nationalities and ethnicities. The chorus line begins swaying back and forth while singing: "Life is Beautiful! Vie est Belle! Leben ist Schön! Vida es Hermosa! Life is Beautiful!" "Don't let it pass you by..." chimes in Dylan while performing a perfectly placed stroke on his guitar... As Bob Dilan and the chorus continue singing, Wyvern continues to stare in awe while Andrea seems to be growing redder and redder. His eyes transfixed on the enormous chorus line, Wyv mutters to Andrea: "Hey... Dylan's stealing your poetry..." Hearing this, Andrea grows even redder and solemnly nods in agreement... After the song has finished, Dylan takes out a sheet of paper, quickly jots a note on it, and hands it to Andrea. The sheet reads: "Andrea, Be sure to purchase my upcoming album, "Don't let it pass you by", coming to stores soon! Signed Bob Dylan" "Hey wait a minute..." starts a furious Andrea "... what rights do you have to steal my writing!" Unfortunatly, it's a bit too late for complaints... Bob Dylan waves goodbye, gets back in his limo, and takes off back in the way from which he came, rolling over Lumpenproletariat's foot once again in the process. The helicopters fly away, the red carpets are undone, and the lighting goes back to normal. Suddenly, Wyvern's office seems like it's plain boring self again. "I... I don't believe this..." growls Andrea, crumpling the signed sheet of paper in her fist. Wyvern quickly takes out an application sheet and stamps it 'ACCEPTED'. Handing it to Andrea, he says: "Here... will this make you feel any better?" OOC: On a more serious note, you're accepted Andrea... Note that being a member doesn't mean that you have to visit the site EVERY day and contribute ALL the time... it's not that restrictive. Members just participate on a more regular basis then non-members, that's all. Of course, constant participation is great, if you can find the time to manage it (personally, I can't ;p). Having said this, I'm promoting you to an initiate and accepting you into the Mighty Pen. I look forward to getting to know you better, and reading your future writings and feedback. Welcome. (Editted to correct the name spelling of a certain celebrity's name... ;p) [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: 12/11/01 12:37:45 pm

Wyvern applauds A good poem Andrea! Amongst the current mire of depressing poems circulating the Universal Bulletin Boards, it's nice to read a poem that sheds some positive light for a change. To me, the poem reads like a song in a very good way. You say that you are "not a very good writer" and are "horrible at writing poetry", yet this is not for you to judge. Although it's always good to be a little critical of yourself, leave the verdict of your writing to others. I would accept your application, but there is one thing that's bothering me. You noted in your first post that: "I want to join to get rid of 'visitor' under my name... So when I post a reply or something it'll look like I belong here instead of being an annoying little visitor." and that "I come here and read poetry and just about everything else." The membership of the Pen are not only idle readers, but active participants in writing as well. If you want to join with the intention solely of changing your title, then I hesitate to accept you. Members of the Pen should be people who are eager to participate amongst the rest of the membership and become an integral part of the Pen society. If reading other people's works is your main concern and you can't stand your visitor title, we can easily arrange to have the title changed from visitor to something you feel would be more appropriate. All of the creative writing of the Pen is written on the public boards, the password sealed boards are simply for members offering suggestions for the advancement of the Pen society... However, I would VERY much like it if you wanted to become an active member. You certainly show potential, and the atmosphere of the Pen is one of a friendly and open nature. What do you say? Would you be willing to actively contribute to the Pen society, and creatively write/give feedback with the rest of us? Oh pleeeeaaaaaaaaaassssssseeee? [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.

*Shhhnnnnnooooooorrrreee...* "Yes, I am quite excited..." *Shhhhhnnnnnooooooooorrrrrrrreeee...* *laughter* *Shhhhhhnnnnnoooooooorrrrrreeee...* "This scholar is supposedly quite knowledged in the field..." *Shhhhnnnnnnnoooooorrrrrrklekakle!* Reyn awakens from his deep slumber on the bed of the church chamber he had rented out to the sounds of several voices chatting outside the room and footsteps moving down the hall. He turns towards the window of his room only to notice that the night had truly fallen and a half moon was out...Upon seeing this, Reyn's eyes immediatly widen and he quickly jumps from the bed and grabs his inventory. He had overslept! The monks chatting outside were obviously headed towards the evening speech... and he hadn't even raided Jakob's room yet! Y'Tren was going to kill him!!! Before exiting the door to his chamber and joining the enormous crowd eager on attending the speech, Reyn does a silent prayer in the hopes of catching Jakob afterwards so that he might be able to get a bit of information out of him. Otherwise, Y'Tren would be furious... With that, Reyn exits his chamber and joins the crowd headed towards the central chamber of the church...

As Myth carefully searches through Jakob's chamber for items of value, the monk and the Dreamer head down a side hall in search of the other adventurers. Eventually, the two of them find Timothy arguing with Gyrfalcon beside a large statue of an angel at the center of the hall... "So he just shrugged you off?!" reiterates Timothy, visably frustrated that Gyrfalcon had had no luck with Jakob. "Listen..." sighs Gyrfalcon "... I already told you, the Pool seems to be a highly personal matter for Jakob... It doesn't seem likely he'll ever want talk about it. We may simply want to search for information elsewhere..." "But..." "No, that's perfectly alright." interrupts Jakob "You need not search elsewhere, for I'll tell you all that I know. I'm placing my trust in Derick's judgement of your personalities and intentions..." Both Gyrfalcon and Timothy turns towards Jakob and try to say something, but both are left somewhat speechless. The Dreamer cannot help but to let out another smirk upon seeing the dumbfounded expressions on his allies' faces. "Come..." says Jakob quietly, adjusting his spectacles and continuing down the hall "... let us find a more secretive place to discuss these matters." Jakob leads the adventurers down the hall and into a room containing two confessional booths, neither of which are currently occupied. The party manages to cram themselves into one of the booths, two people occupying each side of its interior. Once the group has acheived a comfortable position in the rather restrictive space, Jakob begins speaking: "First of all, don't let my looks decieve you... I may look old in the eyes of youthfull adventurers such as yourselves, but I'm actually in my mid-fourties. Believe it or not, only five short years ago I was also an adventurer, embarking on daring and foolish quests..." Jakob stops for a moment to clear his throat. "My wife, Elena, was truly a hero. She was the kind of explorer that you'd come across only once in a million years... beautifull, compassionate, courageous, skilled... especialy when it came to navigation or diverse cultures. I swear... that woman could learn an entire language in the span of a week. How I loved her..." Jakob comes to a halt once again and coughs. He then clears his throat again, and continues: "With Elena's skills, it came as no surprise when she discovered the whereabouts of the Pool of Eternal Reflection. Though I can confirm nothing, she was certain that it was located on an island far to the South East called the Rainbow Vale. Somewhere on this island are located the Springs of Eden, where the Pool can be found..." Jakob remains silent for a long moment. "Unfortunatly, this cannot be confirmed, as Elena set off to find the legendary Pool and never returned. I was so grief stricken at her loss that I decided to give up adventuring and become a monk. The Pool has destroyed my life in this way..." Another long silence. "However, I'm quite sure that Elena was correct in her hypothesis. I still have parts of her journal and a gem that are vital if you want to find the exact location. These artifacts are locked away safely in my chamber, behind a picture of Elena. My last memories of her..." With that, Jakob steps out of the confessional booth and helps the adventurers squeeze out as well. "While these artifacts are precious to me, I'm willing to lend them to you..." He smiles slightly. "On the basis that you will return with them, that is..." "Of course." responds Gyrfalcon, also smiling. "I'll explain more to you about the use of the items a bit later... At the moment, a speech will be commencing in the main chamber of the church that I'm very eager to attend. I've heard fellow monks say that the scholar speaking with Father Andrew, Jagon, is truly a genious in the field of religion. Who knows... you may even want to consult him on the subject of the Pool after the speech has ended. I'm certain that one as knowledged as he would have at least heard of it..." The adventurers nod to one another upon hearing this. "Why don't you all join me in attending the speech? It should prove to be interesting, and I'm certain you'd all learn something..."

As Gyrfalcon passes Myth in his disappointed travel westward through the church, Jakob marches furiously in the opposite direction. The monks face is still red with rage, and he stops near a beautifull statue of a maiden holding a child in her arms in order to slam his fist into the stone wall in vehemence. Having stood there for a few moments in silence, Jakob slowly feels his anger begin to disipitate. His face gradualy changes from its reddish tint back to a calm and natural pink... He then sighs, removing his fist (which is throbbing in pain due to the impact) from the wall and continuing in his slightly less determined march eastward through the church halls. Derick you old fool... What were you thinking? Sharing your knowledge with the likes of these vagabonds... Jakob stops his walking for a moment in order to ponder on the subject... But then, Derick has never judged an adventurer incorrectly, as far as I've known him... He certainly must have had good reasons if he were to have sent them here to me for information... He knows how I feel about the Pool... perhaps I overreacted...? Jakob sighs and leans back against a wall, rubbing his forehead stressfully... No! They would never be able to understand about Elena... it's hopeless... The monk walks forward only a few more steps, however, before stopping once again and looking back towards the direction from which he came. He lets out a deep sigh... Perhaps it would be for the best... I'm certain that Derick would be angered with me if I didn't... Besides, the half-elf does show quite a bit of determination... With that, Jakob reluctantly turns around and begins walking in the direction from whence he came, towards Gyrfalcon and the other adventurers. It was getting late and the time of the evening speech was drawing closer... never the less, he still had time to tell them a thing or two before then... Passing the door to his room which had been left slightly ajar, Jakob notices that the Dreamer is still sitting in the same position he had been when he had initialy entered the room, deep in thought. He was contemplating whether it would be better to follow in the steps of Gyrfalcon and Timothy or to use force to get information out of the pesky monk. Jakob raps on the wooden door with his fist to get the Dreamer's attention, and then says: "Come... let's find your two allies. I may have some information on the Pool that you can find usefull..." Having heard this, the Dreamer smirks a heartless grin and gets to his feet, heading out the door of Jakob's room. "That's quite a change of heart, considering you were threatening to kick Gyrfalcon out of the cathedral a few moments ago..." Jakob sheepishly nods, then states: "I apologize for my reactions earlier, but the Pool is a thing that I still find difficult to talk about, even today. As I said, it ruined my life..." With that, Jakob shuts and locks the door to his chamber and heads down the hall eastward with the Dreamer, in search of Gyrfalcon and Timothy...

Since you wrote your application in a combination of English and French, I'll write my acceptance response in a similar fashion... only the other way around. Please excuse my rather rusty French, which is nowhere near as good as your English... Bon, je vais ecrire cette reponse en francais et en anglais... Dans cette facon, je peut abuser Jechum comme je veut... Wyvern entre dans son chambre d'applications avec un bouteille de vin et quelques fromages francais. Il fait ces salutations a Madamoiselle Celes, et puis il dit: "Greetings Lady Celes. Excuse me for being a wee bit late..." "A WEE BIT LATE?!!" crie Jechum, qui a attendu Wyvern pendant des heures dans la chambre "I've waited here for DAYS with Celes! What took you so long?!!" Wyvern rit nervousement. "Well... I..." Tout d'un coup, Melba entre dans la chambre avec un grand bouquet de roses et des chocolates. Elle trouve Jechum, puis elle fait des flirtations dans son direction... Jechum est terrifier par Melba (qui est gros comme un cochon) et cours vers la porte de la chambre. Maleureusement, il est trop tard... Melba le prit dans ces bras et l'embrase... "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" crie Jechum "Oh my..." dit Lady Celes, qui est en train d'ouvrir la bouteille de vin. Wyvern ne dit rien, car il est en train de prendre des photos de Jechum et Melba avec son petit camera speciale... "Say Wyvern..." dit Celes "... I've never heard of this vintage of wine before... Chateau de Brutesy..." Wyvern repond "It's a very special vintage from a certain Endless Decanter..." Puis, il marque l'application de madamoiselle Celes 'ACCEPTED' OOC: Your accepted as an intiate Lady Celes. 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.

Madame Celes, Comme notre chere Loremaster a dit, il faut que vous ecrivez un application specifiquement dans l'espoir de joindre notre societe. Cette application doit aussi etre ecrit en anglais. (Pardon ma francais, ce n'est vraiment pas parfait ). Merci. English translation: As our dear Loremaster said, you have to write an application specificaly in the hopes of joining our society. This application must also the written in English. (Excuse my French, it's nowhere near perfect). Thank you. On a side note Lady Celes, thank you for posting things on our new french forum along with Arlequin. I highly enjoyed reading your posts, and look forward to more in the future. [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: 11/27/01 9:42:16 pm

As Katiya sits and waits for her application to be processed, a faint jingle can be heard from outside the office. Suddenly, the office-hallway door opens and in glides Wyvern with a tray simply brimming with goodies. On the upper portion of the tray are various alcoholic beverages while on the bottom portion there lies several tasty tidbits of food. Wyvern grins and sets the tray in front of Katiya, handing her a bib, two extremly long and curly straws, and an extra-large spork. The overgrown lizard then throws his hands in the air and exclaims: "Congratulations! You're the 36th writer to have applied to the community of the Mighty Pen!" Katiya gazes around the room in a mixture of happiness and confusion as confetti begins flying all over the office and chipmunks dressed in tootoos begin tap dancing on Wyvern's desktop. Melba, the Amost Secretary of Initiates, enters the room and, noticing the dancing chipmunks on the desk, quickly grabs Jechum and begins dancing with him. The unfortunate Jechum is crushed under her grasp... "Feel free to help yourself!" chimes Wyvern in an unusualy cheerfull voice, motioning with one hand to the plate of food in front Katiya. Katiya nods and grins, beginning to take tiny sips of the different alcoholic beverages. After having tried four different beverages, she concludes that they all taste exactly the same. "It's interesting..." mutters Katiya "...you realize that this bottle of Chateau du Brutesy, this can of Bruteweiser, and this glass of Brute-AAA Brandy all taste exactly the same..." "That's natural..." exclaims Wyvern taking out his Decanter of Endless Booze "Since they all came from the same Decanter!" Suffocating under Melba's grasp, Jechum just manages to comment "Cheapskate..." Uninterested with the beverages that taste exactly the same, Katiya goes for the bits of food under the table. Interestingly enough, she finds that they're all made out of the same kind of nut. The bits of food also all taste exactly the same. From under Melba's tight hug, Jechum gasps "I can't believe you used... Lewis and Simon's nuts..." "Oh be quiet!" retorts Wyvern, casting a sharp gaze at Jechum "What's really important is that you have this anyway..." Wyvern hands Katiya her application with an 'ACCEPTED' stamped on it. OOC: A very well written and intriguing application, Katiya. Your accepted as an initiate, welcome. On a side note, if you are planning on continuing this application into a larger story, expect me to be a constant reader. [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.

Haruchi, before I begin my acceptance, note that I haven't ignored your application. If I have accepted other applications before yours, they were posted before you had applied. I get through them one at a time, by the order in which they were posted. I'm very sorry for the lateness, and hope you'll still want to become part of the membership... "...and so..." concludes Haruchi in a deep and serious voice cold enough to bring even the mighty towel salesman Jechum to his knees, "...I have been left extremly dissapointed, and I'm leaving!" With that, Haruchi turns to go and is about to exit the office door when it suddenly slams open and narrowly misses his face. Haruchi takes three lithe steps backwards as the Elder of Initiates barges into the office and immediatly gets to his desk. The lizard begins brushing off dust and sorting through enormous stacks of unfinished papers. Haruchi grumbles... He then frowns, clears his throat, and speaks up: "Wyvern... I must say that I'm furious with you... leaving me to wait here for such a long period o-" Haruchi is interrupted in mid-sentence as Wyvern raises a hand to silence him. Silently, the overgrown lizard walks up to the impatient applicant and hands him what appears to be a small brass key. "Go open that closet in the far corner of the room" mumbles Wyvern, quickly getting back to his desk and the arrangment of his papers. Still angry at the time he was kept waiting, Haruchi is never the less curious as to why Wyvern would want him to inspect his closet. He shrugs, and then mutters: "Fine... I might as well open it. It'll be my last contribution to the Pen anyway..." As Haruchi approaches the closet, Jechum rapidly hobbles towards the Elder of Initiates desk and whispers hoarsely into Wyvern's ear "You're exposing him to ' the' closet?! Are you sure of yourself? Last I remember, there was abestos in there..." But before Wyvern can even respond, Haruchi has placed the key in the appropriate hole on the closet door and turned it to the right. As the closet door menacingly creaks open, the lighting of the office is suddenly dimmed and a translucent red glow emerges from within the closets depths... Wyvern goes through the papers on his desk as if nothing were happening. Haruchi takes a few steps back and gazes in awe. Jechum's face distorts into a grimace of horror before he has a chance to mutter "Dear Lord... what have we done?!" The closet door then swings fully open... the effects are unbelievable. First comes a cloud of some unidentifiable dusty substance, which is emitted by various fungi which have grown onto the closet floor, walls, and ceiling. Haruchi and Jechum cough and brush away the dust the best they can while Wyvern puts a clip on his nose and continues sorting through his papers... The second effect of the closet opening is four cobweb covered skeletons, which collapse onto the floor as soon as the door is fully open. Haruchi stares in horror at the sheets of paper the skeletons have in their hands: intiate applications! By the looks of things, they had become totally ignored and had been struggling with all their might to get out of the closet. God only knows how long they had waited for their applications to be processed... or their disappointment when they found that instead of being accepted, they were going to have to spend the rest of their lives in some crummy closet surviving off of whatever fungi they could find on the walls. Although in those dark caverns, even thoughts of cannibilism were by no means unnatural... The third effect of the door opening is an enormous flock of bats, which fly directly over the heads of Haruchi and Jechum and out the open office window. Jechum quickly rushes and shuts the closet door before the final affect occurs, as there appeared to be some kind of green ooze seeping from the cracks in the closet floor... As soon as the closet door is shut, the dim red glow fades and the office lighting goes back to normal. This is perfectly timed, as at the same time Wyvern finds Haruchi's application and stamps it 'ACCEPTED'. Turning to the astonished applicant and handing him his accepted app in one hand while pointing to the skeletons with the other, Wyvern murmers: "Haruchi buddy... while I understand your anger at the time it took to process this app, take a look at our four friends on the floor... Now those guys, THEY'VE been waiting a 'long time'..." OOC: As usual, Haruchi, your application is both highly original and extremly well written. Your comedy remains unrivalled even in this community of great posters. A big, fat 'ACCEPTED' [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: 11/27/01 8:53:41 pm

-Part 2: Infinite Wisdom and Peace- Power. Vigor, energy, strength, control, influence, authority... What power lies deep within one's soul? What traits and abilities are inherited in one's lineage... in one's bloodline...? An aging man with a slightly grey beard and a distant, vacant expression in his eyes shifts his gaze from his mug of ale on the table and turns it towards the other 4 members of his adventuring party. The man then stretches, moving his position in his chair and in the process displacing a piece of his yellow cloak and revealing a claymore seathed underneath. If one were to examine the sword's scabbard, one would also notice a symbol etched into it depicting a serpant coiling around a fist holding the sun. If Kaylera were to have seen this symbol, she would have instantly identified it as the ancient herald of the S'den clan... Seated around the aging man at the tavern table are 4 other adventurers: a smelly ogre berserker with a huge mace in his belt, a dark elf with a slanted gaze and a bow strapped to his back, a mysterious, somewhat somber woman, and a man dressed in the attire of a barbarian. The adventurer dressed in the fashion of a barbarian, who had begun to lose his patience with the aging man, quits nervously playing with his food and says: "Y'Tren, don't you think we should-" But the aging adventurer and leader of the party, Y'Tren, swiftly raises a hand and the barbaric man suddenly stops in mid sentance and recedes back into silence. After a moment or two of quiet, Y'Tren directs his gaze to outside the window of the pub and notes the position of the sun in the sky. He then speaks up and says: "You're correct Reyn... We have idled here long enough. Tis high time we went and gathered some information on this monk you told us of... Jakob, was that his name?" Reyn grins and nods, lifting himself from his seat and rubbing his palms together in anticipation. His moment of happiness is disrupted, however, when Y'Tren casts him a cold gaze and a frown. "That is, of course, if Jakob truly lives in the Saint Andrew's cathedral and knows about the whereabouts of the Pool. I've been following your directions to this point..." "Hey!" exclaims Reyn "Don't worry... If there's one thing I know about pointy ears, it's that he's a straight arrow. Booby trapping people and leading them in the wrong direction would be the last thing going on in his mind." "Let's hope so..." responds Y'Tren "... for your own safety and well being." The end of this sentence is accentuated by the enormous ogre berserker leering at Reyn and cracking his knuckles maliciously. The barbaricaly dressed thief lets out a nervous gulp... "Myth and Reyn..." continues Y'Tren "... you will make haste and head off towards Saint Andrew's cathedral, located along the outskirts of town. Once there, you will first find Jakob's room and raid it for any objects of interest, then attend the speech of the evening in the hopes of afterwards finding Jakob himself and questioning him about the whereabouts of the Pool. Use force with Jakob if nescessary. Boar Head and Gallaros will stay here with me and await your triumphant return." Reyn smiles and nods, then briefly turns his head towards Myth (the woman) and winks. Then, he points a finger at Y'Tren and says: "I've been leading you all this way... don't forget your side of the bargain." Y'Tren nods at this statement and murmers: "How could I forget... you want the Dreamer and the half elf warrior Gyrfalcon dead for murdering your two previous allies. Fear not Reyn..." Y'Tren points to the ogre "Boar Head here should be enough to take care of them both... he breaks adventurers like twigs. If he should prove to be insufficient, Myth and Gallaros are equally skilled." Satisfied with Y'Tren's response, Reyn turns to Myth, smiles, and mutters: "Shall we be off...?"

Very well done Turi. I especially liked the poems "Words" and "Wounded". I applaud you and encourage you to post more of them as you come up with them. [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: 11/22/01 12:24:10 am

Note: this is a continuation of the story posted as a response to Belizean's application as well as an acceptance. Chris Stephens lays back calmly in his applicant chair, perfectly relaxed due to the effects of the purple 'patience pill' he had taken earlier... Or so he thought... You see... the truth is that the relaxation experienced after having taken the pill was solely in his mind, and the small purple object he had swallowed earlier was by no means a 'patience pill'. It was, in fact, an 'animal attraction pill', often taken by Verdant mages when searching for rare species of animals in desolate locations... Chris stretches back in his chair and yawns calmly as Melba vigorously jots down notes on how she might be able to exploit Wyvern's schemes and use them to her advantage. After a moment of silence, the almost secretary decides to take a short restroom break and heads towards the office toilet facilities... Now alone in the office room, Chris smiles calmly to himself, wondering when his application will be processed and contemplating on how peacefull the Pen can be in it's utter silence and tranquility... But all tranquility must come to an end... and a rhinoceros suddenly crashes through the office window and charges at Chris. The rhino is followed by an enormous panther, a viscous looking warthog, a cheeta, and a huge variety of other animals. Chris jumps out of his chair and screams at the top of his lungs as the animals begin jumping at him and fondeling him with affection... Around the same time that this is happening, Melba opens the door to the toilet facilities only to find that it's currently occupied by a baboon. In opening the door, she also accidentaly bumps a skunk, which gets offended and procedes to spray her with it's scent. Melba screams and turns to run, but not before three squealer monkies attach themselves to her hair and begin screeching and relentlessly pulling at it. The terrified secretary quickly runs back to the office while at the same time desperatly trying to remove the squealers from her head. When she finally manages to get to the office, she stops and stares in utter amazement. The once tranquil and empty room was now filled with all different species of animals... there were so many animals currently in it that it seemed impossible to enter! From outside the office door, Melba notices that several goats are on the top of her desk, and are happily chewing on her notes and documents. She turns her head as she hears a faint scream come from below a huge pile of animals where the chair for applicants had once been. It was the applicant Chris' scream.... Before Melba can manage another scream, the office room is filled with a strange blue gas from a source coming from outside the broken office window. After a few minutes, the animals begins to lose interest in Chris and depart the room from the direction which they came. The squealer monkies also jump off Melba's head and join the flock of other animals. Left in the office room is a pale Chris, who is twitching and flinching on the ground, and a stunned Melba. After a few minutes, Wyvern enters through the broken window wearing a gas mask and holding a gas pump and engine. Upon entering the office, he undose his mask and carefully helps Chris to his feet. Looking sheepishly at Chris, Wyv takes out an application and stamps it 'ACCEPTED', afterwards handing it to him and murmering apologeticly "Sorry for the minor inconveniences..." Wyvern then exits the office from the front entrance, passing Melba on the way out and handing her several documents before striding rapidly down the hall... OOC: A good application, Chris. Accepted. I particularly liked the way you set up a mysterious setting for the course of the action in the story... it intrigued me to read further. Good job, I look forward to seeing you post with us. [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 hour hand of the grandfather clock in Wyvern's office slowly pushes it's way to the 7 mark, Belizean sighs and irritatedly leans back in his applicant easy chair. He had waited for Wyvern for over 3 days now and the overgrown lizard had yet to show his scaly hide... which was natural for an old general of S.o.B, he supposed, but irritating never the less. What's more, the shrubbery outfit he was wearing was beggining to itch and numerous insects and animals had begun making their homes in it... Raising himself from his chair and in the process carelessly brushing off a birds nest that had been built on his head, Belizean decides that a breath of fresh air in the gardens of the Pen would do just the thing to calm his nerves. Turning to Melba, who looked very stressed and exhausted at the moment, he exclaims: "Melba, I'm going for a short walk in the gardens of the Pen... If Elder Wyvern shows up, be sure to tell him that I'm impatiently waiting for him to process my application!" Upon hearing this, Melba turns to Beli, forces a smile, and nods her head a few times. Franticaly turning back to her paper work, she accidentaly knocks over her tall cup of Starbuck's Expresso and spills it over two piles of legal papers. She begins having a fit about her misfortunes and tearing her hair out in frustration. Needless to say, Belizean doesn't stick around to see the spectacle... Walking out in the gardens of the Pen, Belizean inhales a deep breath of air and looks up at the moon. The gardens of the Pen were truly a peacefull and serene place... Beli was glad that he had traveled out here to relieve his- An ostrich runs by. Belizean's mouth drops open... had he just been seeing things... Was the bird a mere halucination caused by stress? No. Two more ostriches run by, followed by a flamingo, seven orangutans, a gorilla, an elephant... Then, the very foundation of the garden is shook as an enormous stampede of animals comes charging through! At the head of the stampede is none other then the Elder of Initiates, Wyvern, who is desperatly running from the herd and yelling at the top of his lungs "HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLP!" Belizean stands astonished and incapable of movement as he see's tigers, goats, and even penguins rush past him. An enormous giraffe runs by Beli and, mistaking him for a tasty looking shrubbery, stops and turns towards him. The giraffe then bends down it's enormous neck and takes Belizean into it's mouth... Terrified and disgusted, the poor astonished applicant shrieks as he's covered with giraffe drool and lifted several feet into the air... Slowly, the herd of animals begins to subside... Having tried to nibble on Belizean a little bit, the giraffe loses interest in the extra chewy shrubbery and spits it out before running off with the rest of the animals. Belizean flies from his position numerous feet above the ground and lands headfirst into a bush a brambles... After the last of the animals have departed, Wyvern fishes for Belizean in the bramble bush and eventually manages to find him and pull him out. Taking out an application sheet and stamping it 'ACCEPTED', Wyv hands it to Belizean and murmers: "Here you are Belizean... The least I can do to make up for this entire incident. Take my advice, buddy, and never try making your own independent zoo in secrecy... It's simply not worth the trouble." OOC: You're accepted Belizean, thanks for applying. You have no idea how nice it is to finally have you with us. [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: 11/20/01 7:14:28 pm

*Theme music from the series "People's Court" comes on* Wyvern, dressed in a grey business suite, dark shades, a white toupee, and a pair of newly polished pitch black 1,000$ shoes, slams open the door to his office. He strides in hurredly, accompanied by what appear to be none other then the celebrities Al Gore and Mike Tyson, as well as several menacing looking body guards dressed completely in black. Following directly behind Wyvern and the other two celebrities is an unbelievably enormous flood of reporters. Rushing into his office, Wyvern is terrified to find that reporters are flooding through each of the office entrances, crawling through the windows, and even breaking through the roof with jagged machetes. Soon, Wyvern and the rest of the celebrities are surrounded by savage, blood thirsty news reporters. The body guards don't even try to help them, as they're quite busy having fun sending 'Beep-beep' noises to each other through their walkie-talkies... "Mr. Wyvern!" shouts one of the reporters "What are your comments on the recent scandal?!" The overgrown clears his throat, and, adjusting his tie and toupee, murmers "Ah did not sleep with that woman..." "Errrr..." calls out the reporter "I meant the bank scandal!" There are several shouts of argreement from the rest of the reporters. Al Gore speaks up for Wyvern: "We have no comment on that scandal at the moment..." There are numerous outraged cries from the news rats. "C'mon! We want the scoop!" "Yeah!!!" While Wyvern and Al Gore think of a response, Mike Tyson ignores the enraged shouts and quietly takes another bite out of the ear sandwich he's currently munching on... Thinking rapidly of a cover-up, Wyvern quickly turns to Princess Alvera. "I am actually making a mutual agreement with a member of the loyal family, and owner of the bank, Ms. Alvera here..." "Wha-?" starts Alvera. Wyvern quickly silences her by winking and handing her an application labeled 'ACCEPTED'. Wyvern and Princess Alvera smile as the reporters snap several photos of them shaking hands... OOC: Princess Alvera, sorry for the delay in accepting your application. You have been accepted as an initiate for your poem, and thus are now part of the Pen community. Welcome! We look forward to seeing you post with us. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is like one big crime: I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Falcon2001 sits patiently with Chamelea at the office while Melba rapidly organizes copies of applications on Wyvern's health hazard of a desk. Chamelea had waited in her seated position for over a month, and had seen many come and go from the Pen. Falcon2001 had been encouraging her all the time of the Elder of Initiates absence, and continued to do so now... "You know... personally..." starts Falcon2001 "I think you'd be a great member..." Chamelea sighs. Falcon2001 thinks for a moment, noticing he's not helping much, then murmers "You've got talent..." Chamelea sighs again. "Really..." begins Falcon "... you have all the qualities nescessary for a member. To reject your application would be ludicrous. I mean..." Falcon is interrupted as an enormous cane comes from behind the office door and hooks him by the chest. The gigantic cane then pulls Falcon out of the office. A muffled cry can be heard in the distance, followed by several stamping noises... Chamelea's sighs yet again. Melba shuffles some papers on Wyvern's desk, then looks at her first finished application with glee. "Chamelea honey..." she says finally "You're acce-" But before Melba can finish, a trap door opens from beneath her chair and she screams, plummeting into the seemingly endless ocean of I.O.Us that lie below the the office floor... The trap door closes behind her. Now alone in the office, Chamelea does the only thing an impatient applicant of her nature would do: she sighs once again. Having waited only a few minutes alone, Chamelea is somewhat surprised when the Elder of Initiates himself comes barg into the office door. He smiles, looks at his watch, then frowns and stops. "Oh drat, I have to get to another meeting of the Terra geld society..." Chamelea sighs once more. Noticing the boredome and discontent on the applicants face, Wyvern quickly squirmishes the ground of his office and is pleased to find a finished application someone had dropped with the word 'ACCEPTED' stamped on it. "Here you are..." cooes Wyvern, picking up the finished application Melba had dropped and handing it to Chamelea. "...have a good one." With that, he departs quickly for his meeting. Chamelea looks at the paper stamped 'ACCEPTED and smiles. Then, noticing she's alone in the room once more, she lets out a final sigh. Outside the office, Falcon2001 lays on the ground with the words 'I will leave opinions on initiates up to the Elder himself' stamped all over him. He lets out an agitated sigh. OOC: Excuse the horribly long delay Chamelea, you're accepted as an initiate. I enjoyed reading the excellent writing of your application, and am looking forward to seeing you post more on the public boards. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is like one big crime: I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/16/01 2:07:09 pm

Jester, First of all, allow me to applaud you for the excellent writing in the excerpt from "Time Revisted... Born Again as New". I would very much like to read this entire story, so if you have a link to it here, I would really appreciate it if you could post it. Also, thank you for the shrubbery. I had it last night with spices and seasoning and it was delicious. BUT (yes, 'but'), I will still ask you to write an application made specificaly for the Pen. I understand how you may feel this is unjustified, so allow me to clarify why I have this process. The reason that I ask applicants to do this is simply because I'm searching for members that are eager to join and want to be active and post. An application written specificaly for the Pen in the hopes joining shows this perfectly. Note that both Signe and GothicPeacock had provided previous story links for their applications before. After I said that they needed to write an app specificaly for these boards, they took the time to do so and resubmitted their applications. You can view these applications here: Signe's: pub79.ezboard.com/fthemig...D=12.topic GothicPeacock's: pub79.ezboard.com/fthemig...D=13.topic I very much enjoy your writing, Jester. You have not only numerous excellent previous works riding for your application, but also a recommendation from a member, Gwaihir. If you would post an application specificaly for these boards, your acceptance would be almost assured. I sincerely hope that you'll do so. Thank you. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is like one big crime: I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/16/01 9:53:15 am