Wyvern

*applauds* A wonderfull blend of several classic nursery rhymes and fairy tales... Sort of gives me the strangest feeling of nostalgia to see Old Mother Hubbard, Little Miss Muffet, and Old King Cole all in action in the same story... Thanks for sharing. I just love blended stories and poetry... ------------------------------ 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.

Upon the Dreamer's mentioning of the Rainbow Vale and the Pool of Eternal Reflection, Jakob's cheerfullness instantly fades away into nothingness. The smile previously complementing his visage vanishes, and Jakob stares angrily into the eyes of the Dreamer. After a long moment of silence, the monk finally manages: "Get out of my chamber." Dreamer doesn't shift his position, nor does his facial expression change. Gyrfalcon frowns and Timothy fidgets nervously in his seat. "Wha-" begins Timothy. "I said GET OUT!!!" cries an outraged Jakob, tossing an old text he was holding to the ground in anger and stomping one foot on the ground in rage. "I don't know where you heard of the Rainbow Vale-" "As I said, Derick informed us of it." interrupts the Dreamer coldly. "Is Derick not an old friend of yours?" inquires Gyrfalcon to the monk. "He is..." growls Jakob in a tone partially filled with shock and partially with anger "... but even old friends can make mistakes! I honestly can't believe he directed you to me! Has the old man lost his head?! He knows better then to hint at the whereabouts of the Pool to adventurers!" "But why won't you-" "The Pool if Eternal Reflection has destroyed my life." interrupts Jakob angrily "I think I have every right to refrain from talking about it!" Having said this, Jakob mutters something in disgust and then storms out of his room and down the hall, not even bothering to shut or lock the doors to his chamber behind him...

"... Jakob has agreed to meet with you and share his knowledge of tales. If you'd be so kind as to follow me, I can direct you to his chambers..." With this, the monk briskly heads out of the gardens and towards the entrance of the church, the adventurers quickly following in his steps. Upon arriving at the gates of the cathedral, however, the monk comes to a halt and looks at each of the heros earnestly in the face. "You may not under any circumstances enter the church with those..." says the monk, pointing to the katanas of Gyrfalcon and the Dreamer and the bastard sword of Timothy. "If you'd be so kind as to hand your weapons to the paladin tending the front gates, it would be greatly appreciated. " Upon hearing this, the adventurers cast a quick glance to one another. They didn't want to abandone their weapons... yet if they didn't, the monk would surely lose trust in them and they wouldn't be able to meet with Jakob... There really wasn't any other option. Sighing to himself, Gyrfalcon is the first to unseath his katana and place it on the ground next to the paladin, afterwards entering the cathedral. Then comes Timothy, who slowly draws his bastard sword and places it in the appropriate position. Finally, the Dreamer's turn comes. Both Gyrfalcon and Timothy flinch nervously awaiting the Dreamer's reaction, but are relieved when he calmly does as the others have done and places his katana on the growing pile of arms. As each of the adventurers enters the church, the paladin straightens up, salutes the heros, and exclaims "Enjoy your stay in the Saint Andrew's cathedral!" Now inside the church, the monk beckons to the adventurers with one hand and begins guiding them through the enormous cathedral. He leads them through the main chamber, and then down two of the central corridors of the church. Branching from one of the central corridors is a smaller hall, which he heads down. Finally, the adventurers reach an oak door and the guiding monk stops. "Enjoy your meeting with Jakob..." mutters the monk "... he is quite skilled in the feild of history, and will hopefully be able to give you some insight to certain ancient tales. Your weapons will be kept at the front of the church until you leave, at which point you need but point out the one that is yours to retrieve it." The adventurers nod to this and thank the monk for his directions as he leaves down the hall the opposite way from which he came. They briefly look to one another once again, and Gyrfalcon is about to knock on Jakob's door when it is suddenly opened from the inside... Standing at the doorway is a monk cloaked in a black robe casual for monks of the cathedral. He wears spectacles, and quickly brushes a wave of overgrown dark brown hair from his face. Smiling cheerfully and turning to the adventurers, he warmly extends a hand in greeting: "Greetings! I am Jakob Feredegger, the monk I believe you three were seeking..." "Indeed" says Gyrfalcon, smiling and shaking Jakob's hand. "Please feel free to come into my humble abode and make yourselves at home. What do you think of the church? Is it not beautifull?" "It certainly is..." remarks Timothy, entering Jakob's room and seating himself on a chair. ... After Jakob and the adventurers have settled in and made themselves comfortable, Jakob begins: "Very well... Now how may I be of assistance to you wandering scholars...? I've heard that the library of New Muriska is magnificent..."

'Wyvster' is simply another random nick name incorporating the abbreviation 'Wyv'... nothing more. -Wyvmettic Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 11/8/01 5:35:07 pm

BP actually standing for 'Big Pig'? No way. Absolutely not. Absurd. Impossible. I don't know where you came up with this idea, but it's preposterous. You're going to hard on yourself. The abbreviation 'BP' by no means has any connections to the nick name 'Big Pig'. Just wanted to make that perfectly clear. ... Of course, the abbreviation standing for the nick name 'Bloated Pig'... now THAT'S another story! -The Wyvster

When the sun sets upon Terra and it's rays reflect off of the beautifull stained glass windows of the Saint Andrew's cathedral, many people are so entranced that they stop their current occupations and simply gaze at the emerging systems of colorfull patterns for minutes on end. The ancient and intricatly designed windows of the church are only one of the things that make it such a remarkable site, however. Perhaps the feature that adds to the most to the church's beauty is the amazing structure of the central chambre, which is far different from that of other churches in the region. Rather then having a normal podium from which the priest makes his speeches, there is a platform that extends high above the audience of the church. From this platform, the person giving a speech or recitation can look down upon the numerous spectators as would an emperor to his subjects. In addition, the height of the platform greatly propells the voice of the speaker, and causes it to come across as a powerfull booming echo. Underneath the platform, where the speech podium of a priest would normaly be, is instead an enormous beautifull statue of numerous archangels, raising their swords and singing to the heavens. If one were to inspect other areas of the church, one would find several interesting religious statues such as this one. Saint Andrew was quite fond of statues dating from the antiquities, and was very proud of his collection. If one were to search beyond the breath-taking central chamber of the church, one would find the residencies of various monks, as well as a huge library and study area. Just outside the church, an antique statue depicting the Garden of Eden has been set up as a fountain, and many monks can be seen discussing various subjects in the rose gardens surrounding it... Needless to say, when the adventurers arrived there near sunset on that cold September eve, they were impressed by the church's artistic flair. Without even having met him, the adventurers had already developed a liking for Saint Andrew's taste... although the Dreamer didn't seem to care much. He had other things on his mind... The adventurers spend little time inspecting the church's beauty, however, and instead head straight to business. Inquiring the monks chatting in the rose gardens about the presence of a fellow monk, Jakob, they recieved several curious glances from a number of the crowd. There is a moment of quiet talk and murmer amongst several of the monks, then finally one of them speaks up: "Certainly, I can guide you to Jakob's chambers... but I'm curious of your intentions. What are your relations to Jakob? He rarely recieves any visitors... in fact, I don't think I've EVER seen him visited by anyone before..." The monk then crosses his arms over his chest and patiently awaits a response.

Thank you Falcon! Now that they've been squeezed into one thread, I'll be sure to read over them... ------------------------------ 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.

Today, in the halls of the Mighty Pen, there was an unusual site indeed... Wyvern had arrived from his latest venture. What was unusual about this was that on Wyvern's back were two enormous sacks brimming full of geld. As the overgrown lizard gleefully heads towards his office, several members gaze at his newly found treasures in awe. They had never seen Wyvern come back from an expedition with geld before... Upon arriving at his office, his secretary notices Wyv's stash of geld and immediatly faints. Entering into his office room and setting down the two enormous bags with a ground-shaking *clunck!* Wyvern turns to Balladore and Peredhil and broadly grins. Balladore is impressed to say the least. Peredhil can't believe his eyes. "You... you actually made that much geld...?" "YES!" exclaims Wyvern happily "I made LOADS of geld!" He begins dancing happily around the room with Balladore and Peredhil. After having calmed down a bit, Wyv sits back in his office chair and relaxes. Beginning to look over Balladore's application, he mutters: "Lemme tell you guys something. All that stuff they say about bank frauds being evil is totally uncorrect! It's a perfectly sneaky way of making geld! All I had to do was forge some signatures and extract money from this clueless druid gu-" Wyvern choaks in mid-sentence as he see's Balladore's signature at the end of his application. It was the same signature he had been forging all week long. Wyv's mouth drops open. "Wait a minute..." starts Balladore "...did you say 'druid guy'?" Peredhil lays his head in his hands and moans, suddenly realizing the truth. Balladore wips out a crystal ball and checks his savings account, only to find that all the money's been extracted. He gazes furiously at Wyv and goes for his quarter stick... "Wait!" cries Wyv "This is all one big horrible accident! I'll give you back the geld! Heck, I'll even throw in a free accepted application as well! Hows that?!!!" With this, Wyvern stamps Balladore's application 'ACCEPTED' OOC: Thanks for posting an application Balladore, I'm glad Gyr convinced you to do so. I really liked your poem. You've been accepted as an initiate, welcome to the Pen. ------------------------------ 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.

Wyvern hastily snatches the dollar and quarter from Falcon. Eyeing the money greedily, he immediatly bites the quarter to affirm that it's his. He registers the dollar into the '1s' section of his supposedly huge, but currently rather thin, geld wallet. Having wrote the addition of a dollar and a quarter into an enormous book of savings lying on his desk, he chuckles, turns and walks away... Valdar gazes at this ritual blankly. o_O His jaw goes aslack. He had waited in the overgrown lizards office for over a week only to be IGNORED??!!! He wouldn't have it! Valdar quickly catches up with Wyvern before the lizard manages to escape from the Pen yet again. Panting, he manages: "Wait *gasp* Mr. Wyvern *huff* you forgot my *huff* my application..." Upon hearing this, Wyvern stops at the foot of the exit, turns to Valdar and frowns. Taking out a notepad, he murmers: "Complaining about waiting times, I'm marking it down. Tsk, tsk... This accompanied your killing people on the IRC channel... things are not looking bright for your application, Valdar..." Valdar moans and clenches his teeth... This was almost too much for him... Seeing the stress apparent on Valdar's visage, Wyvern calmly smiles and says: "I'll tell you what... I'm about to go out and make some geld. I'll accept your application if you accompany me and help me make a buck or two. How does that sound?" Upon hearing this, the face of Valdar brightens considerably. Grabbing his possesions, he exclaims: "That's all I have to do?! Of course I'll help!" With that, Wyvern and Valdar exit the gates of the Pen in a search to make geld. Wyvern's secretary notices this, and quickly pushes the red button on her counter labled 'Emergency'. Static comes on, and Jechum's voice is suddenly heard through a speaker: "This had better be good... What's the emergency." "I'm sorry sir..." apologizes the secretary "... but I just saw the new applicant Valdar exit the Pen with Elder Wyvern. They were talking about making geld..." "DEAR LORD!" cries Jechum, hanging up the reciever. He and Peredhil both rush to the office immediatly. Seeing that it's far too late to stop them, Jechum and Peredhil sigh in cohesion... Valdar would have made a great initiate... but noone had ever gone out with Wyvern to make geld and came back alive. Staring sorrowfully towards Astralis, who had dozed off in a near-by armchair, they wondered how they'd be able to explain the loss of his partner... Three weeks later... Wyvern and Valdar arrive back at the Pen. They have both been tarred, feathered, and painted neon orange. They wear beggars rags, and hold signs that say "Poor vagabond. Will spell kingdoms for food.". Wyvern seems to be in his regular state (he was used to doing this kind of thing) while Valdar seemed to be twitching uncontrolably. Valdar's face seemed to have become contorted into a twisted grimace... Jechum, Peredhil, and Astralis are overjoyed to see Valdar still alive. They rush to him just as he collapses, and Wyvern takes out Valdar's application form and marks it 'ACCEPTED'. The other Elders look down at the unconcious figure of Valdar, and then gaze at Wyvern menacingly. "Hey..." starts Wyvern, smiling and taking out one mud covered yellow coin "... At least we managed to make one geld!" OOC: Your accepted Valdar, sorry about the lateness. The story you used for your application was excellent, and I'm looking forward to reading more of your stuff. Welcome. ------------------------------ 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.

Cheyenne Wyvern Darling...*Cheyenne waltzes in with a casual air of nonchalance* I have been down in cancun splashing in the surf, wearing the most awesome bikini known to man, or dragon for that matter, and only recently became aware of this movie in progress! *puffing on tiny cigarette (in a holder of course!)blowing smoke rings up into the air* I think what you have done here is fabulous, just fabulous....Of course I will have my own dressing room, right? Not to worry about the stunt double but if I get into a scene that is just too far out there, I will give Rydia a call and ask her for her insight! One question though, is there any love-making scenes in this movie that I should prep for? Who you like a demonstration? I picked up a few new moves down south, it is so hot down there, you just wouldn't believe!!!! Love you Babe, Chow.... *Cheyennne waltzes out the door as quickly as she came in, billowing silky red locks behing her* [This message has been edited by Cheyenne (edited October 09, 2000).]one of these days I will learn how to spell and won't have to edit my posts!!!!

Wyvern Well, I have the character descriptions and plot synopsis all worked out, but I'm saving them for when we get an actress. Don't worry, I'm sure one is on its way! (Wyvern waters the sugar cube, just in case...)

Ozymandias A vague, amorphous voice says from the air, "Wyern, just follow the instructionsss...water her carefully...and doooon't hire anyone else to play Elmenestraaaaa." Wyvern looks around in befuddlement, then a dark look crosses his face. Jabbing a finger (?) into his ear, he twisted it around roughly, then yanked it out again. The tiniest possible form to still be seen by the naked eye scurries across his clawtip, screaming a tiny scream. "e!" @#$%&* Ear Gnomes., thinks Wyvern with feeling. With a flick of a finger, he creates a gnome legend-the day Gok flew halfway across the world. "iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee..."

Peredhil31 As the Rubber Chicken stands with stubby wings on hips akimbo, it is interrupted with a tap on its shoulder. "Excuse me RC?" Turning, the Chicken sees a tall man wearing mirror wire-rim shades, bent over above him. One hand is still out-stretched from tapping. The other is holding out a glass of ice-water. "Have you seen Zool? I've a little...business to discuss with him." "Squawk? Cac! Kle! Squawk!" "Actually I've never met Feath, but I'm sure she does have her warm assets. No, I haven't signed yet, and yes, Zool IS my agent too. Matt you say?" "Squawk, cluck, cluck cluck." "He keeps losing his threads? They way he dresses, he should. Have you heard about the copywrite lawsuit?" "CLUCK, CLUCK-CLUCK! (cackle, cluck.)" "He's lost in threads! Gyrfalcon and Wyvern reconciled? I need my agent NOW!" Straightening to his full height the man raised his left hand. A broad silvery banded ring cradled a large blue stone. "Elbereth Alonie Orodunea Earen dahlen!" At the words the stone burst forth a brilliant blue flash. Zool stood before the man, naked except a bad toupee. Shivering slightly, Zool stuttered out some words - A horribly loud yellow and red checkered Zool Zoot Suit grew on his form. The striped green and black tie set it off to perfection. "Peredhil baby! I was just on my way to see you. I stopped by a party to sign a few clients and got hung up." Zool stopped to dig a piece of chocolate from his eye. "Zool - about copywrites and contracts." "Not to worry, it's in the bag, its a shoe-in!" Dropping his voice to a whisper, Zool continued, "I've got an ANGLE!" "Wyvern and Gyrfalcon have an agreement." "Great! See, you're Mystic! You know things that can't be known! My Chicken! There you are you little rascal!" "Squawk!" "20%! You're a side-kick!" Zool and the Rubber Chicken began arguing at the top of their lungs. Peredhil drifted off and after a few Words, sat in the canvas folding chair that appeared. Matt crawled down off Zool's head and inched over to Peredhil. Reaching down and picking up the toupee, Peredhil began talking softly to the piece.

Zool The rubber chicken surveys the action leading up to the filming. Flopping his little head from side to side and throwing his stubby wings in the air he exclaims in dusgust, "Actors and their egos - it never changes!" He sees Wyvern running by on his way to an important meeting with the movies underwriters. "Hey," he says to Wyvern, "Could I get a mineral water over here?" Rubber Chicken is flabbergasted when Wyvern hurries off to his meeting and leaves. "Well I never!" he said, his stubby wingtips on his hips. "Doesn't he know how important the actors are?"

Immortalis Hey Wyvern, no Hammel the Hamster to guide me, no gig!! These only add to the infinate amount of dimensions played and portrayed by Immortalis. It enrichens plot, and thickens my blood, or is that my skull :confused:

Wyvern O.K... Immortalis: Bardis is an old friend and side-kick of Gyrfalcon. While he knows little magic, his skill with the blade makes up for this loss. His loyalty and devotion to Gyrfalcon is enormous, and he would gladly risk his life to save that of Gyrfalcon. He is not a drunk, and he doesn't have a hamster either... Rydia: ??? Was that an attempt to kill me? Or a proposal to play the part of Elemestra?! Would you PLEASE take the part?!! We only need one more actor and we can start filming. If you were in it, I'm sure it would be a huge success! Your gonna have to be a bit clearer about it though... Racouol: 500,000,000 geld per scene, and considering your in practicly every scene... We still need one actress...

Racouol Wyvern, I need to ask something about this movie. How much will I be payed? I want to make a budget from the amount of money I will get from this job. (Racouol turns and walks away and starts muttering to himself). Now I need to take notes on Gyrfalcon.

Ozymandias OOC:Is you-know-who making a you-know-what for our little venture? AWRIIIIIIIGGGHHT! IC: Ozymandias and P51mus have yet to leave the wreckage of Wyvern's old place. P51mus is perched atop a suitable stone outcropping, praticing looking his sinister best. At least three daffodils die of fright on a neighboring windowsill. Ozymandias, meanwhile, is working with his costuming. Let's see... A flash of blue light, and he is a small, pasty faced man, with waxy mustache and waxy skin. He is hunched over slightly as he kneads his palms, as if deep in thought. "Saruman has no time for the- No, no. Been done." Another blue flash, and the dark robes and pale complexion are replaced by youthful vigor, and glaringly red, green, and yellow clothing. "Holy hopping hippotamuses, Batma-What am I doing??" Another flash. A tall figure in black armor stands regally amidst the rubble, breath echoing heavily within his helmet. "If only you knew the *power* of the dark side.", rolls out a voice in a profound bass. Once more, the sky glows electric blue, and Ozymandias stands once more. Hmmmmm. Lifting his arms, Ozymandias floats into the air, and off down the street. "Wyvern? Wyvern! I need to see the makeup department and a script, immediately!"

Gyrfalcon OOC: Rydia- the lawsuit was averted by my threat to crush his head with my 'lawyer'- a heavy hammer. He quickly agreed to share profits with me, rather then suffer the consequences of copyright infringment on the name of a powerful archmage. unless of course, Wyvern tries to pull a fast one, and you wouldn't do that Wyvern, would you.....? *a massive hammer appears above Wyverns head. He looks up then quickly shakes his head*

There is a long moment of silence. The Dreamer stares into Timothy's eyes with his cold, relentless gaze and the brave historian stares back. Neither hero so much as flinches. Gyrfalcon reluctantly edges towards the two of them, trying to think of some way to calm them down... "Excuse me..." inquires a polite voice from near the adventurers "... I was wondering if I could be so rude as to ask you for directions..." Somehow, upon hearing the voice of the stranger, all of the tension in the situation is suddenly distilled. Timothy and the Dreamer suddenly realize that their quarelling is pointless. Timothy grins... and the Dreamer even manages a little smile, despite his increasingly tense state. The three adventurers turn to the source of the sound and are met by a fairly handsome man wearing a dark grey cloak. While his attire suggests that he's been traveling recently, he seems to be more of a scholar then an adventurer (he carries a number of hefty looking books under one of his arms, and doesn't appear to have any sort of weaponry on him). A red bandana is tied tightly over his forehead, and from above it his fair black hair juts jaggedly. "... I apologize for the intrusion, but I've been searching for the antique auctioning grounds for over an hour now and seem to have become hopelessly lost. I don't suppose you'd be kind enough to point me in the right direction?" Gyrfalcon frowns slightly and apologizes "Sorry... but we're not from around here...". The Dreamer and Timothy nod in agreement. "Ah..." mutters the grey-cloaked scholar "... that's a shame... I must make haste. I'm making a speech with Father Andrew at the church tonight and have just learned that they're selling an antique that would be perfect to present as a gift to him. A small statue of a priest from ancient times... the Father very much likes antiques of that sort." "Oh?" inquires Timothy "You're part of the Saint Andrew's church?" "No..." answers the scholar while hastily looking over a map of the city "I just arrived in Erindale a few days ago. But I was invited by the Father to make a speech after having discussed a few verses of the bible with him. He was most impressed by my knowledge, and implored me to join." He grins. "Why do you ask?" The grin of the grey-cloaked scholar is one of warmth and tenderness, and gives the three adventurers a feeling of natural happiness. Timothy begins to answer: "We're actually headed towards the church to inquire about th-" Gyrfalcon shoots Timothy a gaze and the historian suddenly stops in mid-sentance. The charismatic and friendly nature of the grey-cloaked scholar had almost caused him to forgot that they were supposed to reveal their final destination to noone... "-the speech tonight." finishes Gyrfalcon smiling "We're looking forward to it. It's a pleasure to meet one of those speaking!" Upon hearing this, the face of the scholar lights up. He does a small half bow and introduces himself. "I am Jagon, a traveling scholar and lover of the church. If you'll excuse me, I need to rush to find that auctioning round and buy that statue... you'll have to forgive me. I look forward to seeing you at the speech tonight, and would love to chat more with you after it's ended. Good luck in your travels!" With that, Jagon smiles, waves, and takes off down an eastward street in a rush to find the auctioning ground. The three heros smile as he dashes away... It was not often that one's goodness shined so brightly through his outward appearence.

Conversion confusion. This should be the 3rd post in this thread. A head of cobwebs, grown old with age...? That's hardly a thing to debate You're age shouldn't be a concern or problem You're only 28! Still bursting with energy, constantly determined And gentler still to boot You're determination to post despite your dilemma Shows you're bravery's still accute. Writers block is a kind of disease... One without a "cure" But be confident with your writing, trust in your skills And you'll conquer it, I'm sure. If you feel unable to currently post This is not that big a problem The Pen is also a great place to read (Or tax the initates and rob'em ) Whenever you feel like writing something Just make sure to post it! We always love reading over your works And the Pen's a great place to host it. On a final note, don't stress yourself Writers block's not uncommon Many posters, such as Zool and myself Have faced the exact same problem. P.S: Wyvern apologizes to the members of the Pen For the rhyming patterns and things He realizes he's by no means a poet Just an overgrown lizard with wings. ;p ------------------------------ 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.

Smiling and nodding to one another, the three adventurers finally decide to depart on their journey. If they could find the monk Jakob that Derick spoke of, they would have a definate lead on the legendary pool... They turn towards the old priest as he lets out a tremendous gale of laughter, which is followed by a violent fit of coughing. He grins, wiping the tears from his eyes, and explains: "Excuse me..." he apologizes "... it's just that I find Timothy's determination quite refreshing! You don't get many heros like that nowadays..." He lets out another laugh and then procedes to escort the adventurers to the church's main entrance. Outside, the priestess Maria had already prepared 3 horses for their departure. The heros thank Derick numerous times for his aid and are about to mount the stallions and commence their quest when the old priest stops them, motioning a hand in the air for silence. "Remember..." says Derick "...what I have told you about faith. May heaven's divine light steer you clear of danger... Amen." With that, the heros bid Derick, Maria and the rest of the Felleros Cathedral (a large gathering of monks had formed outside) farewell. They ride from the Felleros Cathedral down to the Eastern exit of the city and out towards the path to Erindale, in the hopes of finding Jakob when they get there... Derick smiles as he watches the horses slowly fade into tiny specks on the horizon. Entirely confident that the adventurers had set on their quest with righteous intentions, he turns and begins heading back into the church, the crowd following him. He certainly hoped that Jakob would understand how motivated the heros were... Speaking about the Pool had always been a touchy subject for him... ------------------------ Looking over a map in their possesion, the adventurers notice that Erindale is no more then a 2 days ride away. The scenery of the country side and sunny yet cool weather of September provide perfect riding conditions for the party, and they have a refreshing days ride. The night is uneventfull, and the next day they're full energy and prepared to reach Erindale before nightfall. Sure enough, before night has descended on the second day of travel, the three adventurers have reached the gates of the city of Erindale. At the entrance, they are inspected and interrogated by suspicious guards, but manage to convince them of their innocence. Ultimately, the guards accept the adventurers and they enter the city around nightfall. Unlike Felleros, the architecture of Erindale is almost like an antique history display of a city. There are very few buildings that have been recently constructed, and many date from centuries back. There are also fewer people circulating the streets then in Felleros, and not a hero can be seen. The inn they find to stay in, "The Black Rose - Resting Spot/Pub", looks as if it were on the brink of extinction. When opening the doors to their rooms, the adventurers are afraid of accidentaly ripping them off their hinges... The next morning, after having had a peacefull night of rest, the adventurers meet in the inn's downstairs tavern in order to prepare to find the man they were looking for. Derick had said that Jakob resided in Saint Andrews church located along the outskirts of the city... The bar-tender and inn-keeper notices that the three adventurers (currently his only customers) have awakened, and yawns. "There anything I can help you guys with? Wanna drink?"

Minta, As my last post suggested, we'll be a 'Real Life Free' zone. (although we may occasionaly set up real life gatherings, you've been warned... ) Any other action involving one's personal relations meddling with the Pen's society and systems will not be tolerated. This case was the only exception. ------------------------------ 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.

Wyvern rushes up to Ozymandias and begins rapidly looking him over and taking measurements of his figure. Before Ozy can utter so much as a word, Wyv hushes him and mutters: "Alright Ozymandias... I think I see where the problem is. We need a total make-over..." "Ehhhh?" Wyvern grabs Ozymandias by the arm and drags him into a dressing room, shutting the door behind him. The voice of Wyvern can be heard from behind as he exclaims "But it'll cost you!!!". This is followed by several gales of manical laughter, along with a buzzing sound and a shriek of horror from Ozymandias. After about 20 minutes or so, there is silence. The door to the dressing room opens... and Ozymandias steps out. What a change!!! Ozy's old robes had been replaced with a black-leather jacket sown into a multi-color quilt and chain medallions. There was a huge gold ring going through his nose, and his white hair had been colored an abysmal neon pink. His normally calm, natural looking haircut had been changed into a half-mohalk half-buzzcut... "Ladies and gentlemen... Wyvern proudly presents... Ozymandias, the anti-cliche statement!" *Half of the Archmages in the room go blind* ------------------------------ 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.

Tzimfemme and Rydia Wyvern lolls backwards in his chair, resting the tip on his tail on his cluttered desk and forming an acute angle with the floor which humanoids would be hard-pressed to copy. He puffs out a thoughtful breath, wondering how and where he could obtain one of those feeeee-males for the role for low cost. Idly he reaches for one pile of clutter, hoping that in one of the fresher envelopes was a very large check from a very unwise producer. The first letter, stuffed beyond endurance, bursts as soon as Wyvern slices the ward. Notices drifted in quadruplicate around Wyvern's office. Wyvern snaps his eyes shut--his lawyer was adamant that he never, ever read any legal document--and incinerates the flock with a swift fireball. "Take THAT for your Exhibit A, Gyrfalcon," he mutters, sweeping the dust off of the rest of the mail. The second envelope explodes. Wyvern's desk and chair disintegrate, and his spine cracks unpleasantly as it hits the floor. Among the wreckage is an unharmed box, warded brown wrapping suspiciously free of ash. Wyvern struggles upright with a mild curse and taps the box gingerly with a talon. Nothing. He sinks a talon through the wrapping. Still nothing. He touches the ward, then licks his talon. "Mmmm. . .sugary. . .tastes like pixy stix--" He freezes, then licks the ward itself. Artificial lime pixy stix powder. . .mmmm. Sugary jittery hyperactive goodness. . .lick lick lick. . . By the time the soaked paper falls off of the box, Wyvern is on a super sugar rush. His jittery vision sees three vibrating foot-tall silver eggs, which slowly resolve into one, and a note made illegible with his vibrating grasp. Wyvern and such-- You're not roping me into this or us!!!!--so I'm leaving this with you. Water it regularly and polish daily, and if you don't have an actress in a week, you will. If you already have one, hide her. Hide her well. She can smell the fearful. And keep some elemental extinguishers and fresh vegetables on hand. Rydia Minta Rose