Wyvern

-Prologue- Dearest Elena, How long has it been since I last decided to write you? One year? Two? We have been seperated for what seems like an eternity... yet you still seem so close to me. I still feel the gentle touch of your hand as it smoothly glides across my cheek... the delicious taste of your lips as they press unto mine. Your sweet, alluring fragrance continously engulfs me... as if it were teasing me in some irresistable fashion. The wonderfull smell follows me everywhere... the study, the balcony, or beside the kindeling fire place of my bedroom chamber where I am writing this now. I miss you dearly, and there is not a moment when I don't think of you... Not a moment when I don't remember the magic that sparked between us. Where are you now? I'm certain you're faring well... you were always one to take care of yourself. I'm confidant that one day our paths will cross once again... In the evening, when night has fallen and the wine has begun taking it's effect on my senses, I dream of you. You slowly advance towards me, dressed in the same gown you wore for our wedding. I try to run towards you, to call out your name... yet somehow am unable to do so. When I try to move, my feet find themselves firmly planted on the ground, and when I try speaking, my vocal chords seem unable to function. Before you can reach me, you vanish... leaving me alone once again. I am left sobbing on the ground, anguishing your departure. Yet I am hopefull, dear Elena... For every night I dream of you, you come one step closer to my embrace. I stare into the depths of the smoldering cinders in the hearth, knowing that I will discard this letter into the flames after having written it. I have neither the courage nor the will to send it... I wish you only the best, and will reserve the deepest of my affections for when we meet next... whether it be in my sleep or on the roads of reality. Farewell.

"'My eye will not spare, nor will I have pity; I will repay you according to your ways, and your abominations will be in your midst. Then you shall know that I am the Lord who strikes'." -Ezekiel 7:9 "ignorance, is that their happy state,/ the proof of their obedience and their faith?" -Satan, Paradise Lost, (Book 4, ll. 519-20) "All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry." -Edgar Allen Poe ... Why are we here? What is the ultimate purpose of life? Have we been created to follow a set goal... a journey of some sort? Have our destinies been preordained? Questions constantly plague us... Answers elude us, and shall remain forever out of our reach... ... This is a story about humanity.

OOC: A short note before starting... Unlike most of my story particpation threads, "The Gaze of Eternity" is both a serious thread and a thread limited to participation by only members of the Pen. Thus far, Zadown and Yui have said they'll be participating. While this technicaly could be enough participants for the story to get going, if you decide you want to participate, please state so in the OOC thread located in 'The Greenroom' of the 'members only' section. I should be able to slip you in somewhere. If you aren't a member of the Pen but REALLY want to participate, simply apply and become a member! I've limited the participation to members only since I've been brainstorming this story for quite a while now, and want the fellow writers of the story (i.e the participants) to have some writing skill. If you're a member of the Pen, you should have writing skill... That's my reasoning. I enjoy hearing peoples comments and criticisms, but please don't post them in this thread. This OOC should be the only OOC that appears in this story. If you want to post comments and suggestions, please do so in the OOC thread located in 'The Greenroom'. If you aren't a member and feel the need to comment, post it in a seperate thread on the public boards of the Pen or e-mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com. Feedback is greatly appreciated, since I usualy don't do serious stories over the net. (I normaly reserve those for real time RPing sessions...) Another thing... there are several religious references that appear throughout this story. While I'm quite certain there is nothing liable to offend anyone, if you are highly religious and simply can't stand reading an adventure that explores the norms of religious doctrines, I would probably suggest avoiding this thread entirely... which would be a shame, since I think it's going to be quite well done. That's about it... sorry to have bored you with this long speal. Once again, this should be the only OOC comment that appears in this story thread. I'll ask those interested in participating to once again read over the OOC thread in 'The Greenroom' and follow instructions... I'll write up the prologue some time a bit later today... Thanks... Evan Litwack ( a.k.a Wyvern)

Which one? Peredhil or Lumpen? ------------------------------ 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.

After a short moment of silence and slight look of concern, Wyvern decides that it would be better to leave the subject of the S.o.Bs. He sits back in his chair, smiles and laughs. "My travels...? Well... I wouldn't want to say anything that would cause a complete loss of appetite, so I think I'd better refrain the tales of my recent ventures until AFTER desert. Still... you know me, the same old stuff... Geld chasing mostly. I'm just SO damn predictable." Seeing that Cheye has finished her meal, Wyvern makes a signal to a squirrel waiter that has been waiting patiently on a chair in the far left-hand corner of the room. The squirrel pirks up and nods. Dropping the chestnut he was chewing on and signaling to a number of other squirrel waiters, the obedient rodents quickly move out of the room in search of the desert plates. Smiling at Cheye, pointing to the squirrels and winking, Wyvern murmers "One of the advantages of having the top squirrel tamer of Terra as an ally and fellow guild member..." Wyvern drains the last remenents of his glass of wine. Leaning forward in his chair and taking Cheye's hand in his own, he says: "I've acted quite foolishly... I should have told you about this aclove for scholars long ago. I'm happy it interests you. Say... what about old Brute? I suppose he would take to the idea of the Pen immediatly... After all, I'm certain he misses his Decanter." ------------------------------ 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 quickly escorts Cheye to her seat at the table. Quickly pouring her a glass of wine, he kisses her hand and softly murmers "We do indeed have a lot of catching up to do..." Seating himself at the opposite end of the small dinner table, he mutters apologeticaly "Sorry... there was supposed to be a bit of charming music accompanying this small feast, but it seems that Zool has absent mindedly forgotten to call the group of talented squirrel jazz musicians at the appropriate time..." Wyvern takes a sip of his wine, then looks Cheye deeply in the eyes and smiles. "It's amazing how time changes one's perspective. is it not? Only two years ago, I had the ego the size of a small country. I'm glad I had the common sense to not let a perfect blend of intellect and beauty such as yourself pass me by..." Wyvern pauses for a moment and diverts his attention to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, only to find that the squirrel jazz band was now 2 hours and 20 minutes late. Turning back to Cheye, he says "So tell me darling... what have you been up to recently? Any proud accomplishments to report from the far off lands of Blitz? Has Fallnor been treating you with the respect you deserve?" ------------------------------ 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.

Foe Calibur had been waiting for a number of weeks in Wyvern's office, but still the overgrown lizard had yet to show his face... Foe was beginning to get rather impatient. The secretary at Wyvern's desk had told him to relax himself and to be prepared to wait for quite a while. When Wyvern went on a lunch break, he was liable be absent for around two years... Foe Calibur is about to leave the office in a fury when Wyvern strides in. He is dressed in a barrel full of monkies, and nothing else. "What...?" starts Foe Calibur. "Don't ask." sighs Wyvern, sitting back in his desk chair and picking up Foe Calibur's application as if Wyv had never left the office. "Now then... let's look over your application, shall we?" Wyvern skims through the papers and perks up when he notices that there is a mentioning of both "A maiden soft, upon her bed doth lie" AND "Upon its Crystal tides". Women and money. Wyvern could get to like this guy... "Well Foe... I'll let you in on when condition: tell me where these 'Crystal Tides' are." Wyvern grins evily. "WYVERN!" calls Jechum from a room adjacent "Are you bullying the applicants again?!" Wyvern sighs and stamps Foe Calibur's application as 'ACCEPTED INITIATE', calling back to the adjacent room "I don't get no respect!" OOC: Accepted as an Initiate. Welcome Foe Calibur. Sorry about my lateness... post some more stuff on the public Pen boards, and the other Elders will promote you to page and send you the pass. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Within the enormous Cabaret Room of the Pen's halls, a small gourmet dinner has been prepared. The room has been dimly lit by by several faint glimmers of candlelight, and the curtains have been pulled back in order to flood the room with the light of the new moon. Clothed in his seemingly ancient and sufficiently snazzy looking 'S.o.B general' outfit, Wyvern paces back and forth along the exquisite persian rug. His darling Cheye had finally come back, after what had seemingly been eons of seperation... "Where's that damn squirrel jazz band Zool had promised me?!" Wyvern growls to himself, decidedly nervous. He looks towards a grandfather clock located in the far corner of the room. "They should have arrived something like 2 hours ago..." Wyvern stops his pacing for a moment, beginning to get seriously nervous. Cheye had seen him with two bar floozies earlier in the day, and had seemed quite discontent about it. Hopefully, she'd understand that it was in his nature to act like a total fool in the presence of the Decanter. After all, no mage knew Wyvern as well as Cheyenne... Wyvern seats himself in one of the dining tables chairs and stares up at the moon. He sure as hell hoped Zool knew what he was doing. Cheyenne was liable to arrive at any time now... And how were they supposed to have a pleasant dinner without music...? ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Alright Peredhil. I gave my signature with that document, and cannot break my promise. Check the UBB Conservatory for a party. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Peredhil, Note that I haven't overlooked this application. I stated in that links to UBB threads are unacceptable forms of entry, remember? Signe, If you're still interested in joining, please post an application specificaly created in the hopes of joining the Pen. I really like "Crazy like a Fox", but I can't accept that link as an entry. Sorry. Yer faithfull pet, Wyv- ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Well! I'm very glad you decided to join us, Cheye. Like I said in my e-mail, tPiMttS is a blast. We're getting more excellent writers by the day... Don't worry, your application is exactly the kind of creative writing we're looking for. I'm giving it my seal of approval. Thus you are now an initate. I wish I could send you the password and stuff, but rules are rules... Wyvern turns to Jechum and Peredhil for a moment and growls. The two sort of scratch the back of their heads and looks towards the ground for a moment, a bit ashamed. Still, I'm certain one of the other Elders will send you the pass very soon. (Peredhil won't be able to resist. ) I've sincerely missed you. It's nice to know that we'll finally be able to write together again. I'm quite devoted to this site, so you can expect me to post here at least once a day. Once again, I apologise that I can't join S.o.B again. If I had the time, I really would make my coming back a priority. In short: a big, fat ACCEPTED. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Wyvern shuffles a few papers on his desk.[/b] "Well Gothicpeackock, I think you'd make a great Initiate!" Gothicpeacock wakes from his sleep. He had been waiting for weeks for a response. "Hmmm?" he murmers sleepily "What...?" "I said you made it as an Initiate, Peacock m'boy!" Wyvern pats Gothicpeacock on the back. "Good job!" "Oh... really?!" exclaims Gothicpeacock "Yes! Yes! I made it!" "Now if you'll just step this way..." Wyvern points to a door in the far corner of the room. Gothicpeacock proudly strides through the door, only to realize a moment to late that it was a trap. The door leads into a cage labeled "Do Not Touch: Endagered Species", and the gate of the cage closes behind him. Gothicpeacock cries out: "What's the meaning of this?!!" Wyvern rubs his scaly palms together and hisses. "I'm selling you to the zoo! You know how much they take Peacocks in eyeliner over there? MILLIONS of geld!!!" Having said that, Wyvern lets out a hysterical laugh... whcih is interrupted when he gets slammed in the back of the head with a mallet. Jechum dusts off his hands, drops the mallet on the ground, and unlocks the cage for Gothicpeacock. Leading Peacock to the depths of the Pen, Jechum mutters: "Sorry about Wyvern... he's a wee bit money-mad." OOC: I officialy declare GothicPeacock an Initiate of the Pen ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

They say: "A smile from Zool is a sign of good fortune" Never the less, I take it you'd prefer for me to wait till the rest of your story is finished before deciding? ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Wyvern looks upon the shrubbery presented by Lord Jakob and licks his lips. In one swift movement, the overgrown lizard grabs the plant and stuffs it in his mouth. Jakob stares in horror as Wyvern swallows the shrubbery and mutters: "Mmmmmm... Shrubbery." Wyvern then takes Zadown's letter of recommendation and uses it as a napkin, crumpling the soiled sheet and tossing it aside when he's through. Lord Jakob cannot believe his eyes... such rudeness... Wyvern then turns his head to Lord Jakob and says: "Very well... now that I've finished lunch, let's get to your application shall we?" Wyv skims through a few papers on his desk, and then remarks "I notice you label yourself as 'Elder of Balance'. I'd like you to prove it..." "What...?" starts Jakob. Wyvern grabs a pot from the floor. "Balance this on your head." "Wha-?" "I said BALANCE it! Do you want to be a member or not?" "...O.K." Jakob begins balancing the pot on his head. "Now... here's your mission. Go to the outer world and fill this pot with geld, not taking it from your head all the while..." Wyv is interrupted as Jechum barges in sipping a hot cup of coffee. Noticing Jakob desperatly a pot on his head and Wyvern grinning, he spits the liquid out and drops his cup, staining Wyvern's beautifull persian rug. "WYV!" Jechum exclaims furiously "HAVE YOU BEEN ABUSING APPLICANTS AGAIN?!!" Wyvern whimpers something and quickly stamps Lord Jakob's application 'ACCEPTED'. OOC: Lord Jakob, I have accepted you as an Initiate of the Pen. Congratulations, and welcome amongst us. One of the other Elders of the Pen will send you the password (it's a new rule of some sort ) ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Once again, my apologies for my current inability to respond to recruitment threads due to lazy internet access... My personal apologies to all those currently applying. There are many. Jakob, GothicPeacock, Foe Caliber, Signe, and Minta. I'll be going back to DSL the day after tommorow, and should be able to start getting to them then. Once again, I beg for your humble forgiveness and hope the lateness of my responses hasn't affected your wise decision to join the Pen. Soon, you will all be giving me money... ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Hmmm... It probably is. It's been a while since I read So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish (and judging Zoolio's taste, I'd think he'd be a BIG Douglas Adams fan. ) To all my dear applicants: please be patient. I'm stuck with this lousy AoL connection for a week, so it may take me some time to get through the applications... Forgive me. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

My dear, dear, special guests applying to the Pen... A new recruit's cry comes from Wyvern's closet and Wyv quickly rushes and shuts the closet door. He then turns to the new applicants and chuckles nervously. I regret to inform a number of the new applicants applying that links to UBB threads are unacceptable forms of application. Of course, your UBB efforts will still be taken into account when deciding whether your to become a member or not... but you may not use them as your entry to the Pen. The application should be a piece of writing that shows that you have a willingness to write and participate in the Pen. Thus, I'll ask those who have given links as their form of application (currently GothicPeacock and Signe) to please write another entry specificaly for the application to the Pen. Thank you for understanding, and (as God said in his final message to his creation) "we apologize for the inconveniences" ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 7/31/01 10:58:43 pm

Meanwhile, Wyvern is catching all of this on film. "I'm going be RICH!" he exclaims to himself gleefully while adjusting the camcorders resolution.

After Wyvern had been slapped twice and left for the loser that he was, he began scheming. If women wouldn't have him, geld was obviously his next best option... It took Wyvern a whole 5 minutes before he noticed Silexion standing in his office, weary from his desert travels and holding a tattered application sheet in one hand. Upon seeing Silexion, Wyvern jumps with a start and beckons Silexion to sit down, taking his application sheet in the process. Upon skimming through Silexion's application, Wyvern noticed the statement 'collector of fine wines' under his character traits. Upon reading this, several cash registers go off in the internal scheming parts of Wyvern's brain and a smile spreads across his face. He doesn't bother going through the rest of the application, but instead turns to Silexion and says: "Well Mr. Silexion... All things seem to be in order for your membership except for one thing. Your wines. You see... here at the Pen, alcohol is strictly prohibited." Wyvern giggles quietly to himself as Silexion reflectively mutters "I see..." "But there is a way to correct this!" exclaims Wyvern "Just hand over your collection of wines to me and I'll store them away some place safe. That way, you can become a member..." Silexion is about to respond when Gyrfalcon strides into the room and says "Hey Wyv, could I have another sip from your endless Decanter of Booze?" DoctorEvil shouts from the hallway "You don't need to, Gyr! We have a fridge full of endless booze now, remember?!" Silexion glares angrily at Wyv, who had almost stolen his precious collection of wine. Wyvern timidly takes out Silexion's application and marks it 'ACCEPTED', muttering "No hard feelings...?" OOC: Accepted. Welcome Silexion. Could you post your e-mail here so I can send you the pass? Thanks. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Wyvern looks up from his paperwork and sees Morgane asking for the bathroom. Wyv's eyes fall not on Morgane, however, but rather on Morgane's delicious looking lollipop. Wyvern licks his lips and and an evil grin spreads across his face. He would have that lollipop... oh yes. Even if it meant resorting to less-then-honest measures to get it. "The bathroom...?" says Wyvern, smiling innocently and rubbing his palms together in anticipation "Of course. Come a little closer and I'll give you the directions..." Hesitantly, Morgane takes a step forward. "Closer then that my dear, closer..." Morgane takes another step forward and Wyvern lashes out for her lollipop. Morgane skillfully dogdes, however, and smacks Wyvern on the head. Angered, Wyvern takes another shot at getting the pop. He misses and crashes into the left wall. His face red with rage, Wyvern turns to Morgane and screams: "Damn you! The lollipop will be MINE!" He is about to make another attack when Morgane raises one hand in a sign of peace. "Listen Mr. Wyvern... I'm sure we can come to some kind of understanding." Taking out an unwrapped lollipop, she then says "Give me the directions to the bathroom, and I'll give you this unwrapped lollipop." Wyvern considers a moment, then nods. He writes the directions to the bathroom down for Morgane and Morgane hands him the brand new lollipop. With that, she heads off in search of the toilet. Wyvern lays back in his chair and begins sucking on his new lollipop "It's good being mean..." he mutters to himself and then laughs. Little did he realise that the lollipop Morgane had given him was actualy a pop created especially for bastards just like Wyvern who acted mean. It had several nasty hallucinagetic poisons amongst its ingredients... OOC: Morgane, I'll need your e-mail (you DID apply didn't you? ) so I can send you the pass. Welcome. Browny points to Peredhil for getting a new initiate. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 7/27/01 4:48:14 pm

Wyvern is about to answer Peredhil when 7 telephones simultaneously ring. At the same time, three new recruitment candidates walk in and a gust of wind blows a number of Wyvern's papers throughout his office. "Busy Peredhil?!" Wyvern shouts between answering phonecalls "No! What makes you say that?!" OOC: On a more serious note, I'm currently visiting some of my friends in Santa Barbara and am accessing the net via my aunts terrible AoL internet connection. If it's alright, could this party wait until I get back to Berkley next Monday? Thanks... I'll still be posting, though. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Judicater looks at his watch glumly. He had been waiting in Wyvern's office for around 3 weeks, and still the overgrown lizard hadn't shown up yet. The 'Out to Lunch' sign on Wyvern's desk was beginning to pick up cobwebs. Judicater decides to leave, but just as he is about to exit the office, Wyvern strides in. And Wyvern is quite a shocking sight. The overgrown lizard is covered from head to toe in what appears to be oil. He slumps down in his desk chair and turns to Judicater. "Listen..." says Wyvern "...mark my word, NEVER get into the illegal oil business. Buncha cheapskates... Hope I haven't kept you waiting long...?" "No no..." growls Judicater "...I've only been sitting here for THREE WEEKS!" "Oh..." Wyvern sighs with relief "...that's good. I haven't kept you too long. Some people aren't as lucky you know..." Wyvern points to a skeleton covered in cobwebs sitting in another of his chairs. "Anyway, let's get down to business..." Wyvern begins skimming through Judicater's application "...hmmmm... I see your a war veteran. Is this correct J?" "Well, I..." stammers Judicater. "Have fought many battles, haven't you...?" "Errrr...." Wyvern suddenly gives Judicater a sharp stare that nearly sends him sprawling backwards. Wyv then lashes out: "You don't like dragons much, do you J?!" "What?! I don't see what this has to do with my membership!!!" "Shaddap J! I'M the one asking the questions here!" Wyvern flicks on a very bright light that shines directly in Judicaters eyes "Where were you the night of August, 13, 1467?!" Jechum enters the room and Wyvern quickly turns off the light, takes Judicater's application, and lables it "ACCEPTED". "I hope you have a very pleasant stay with us here at the Pen." he says in his most soothing, calm voice. OOC: Accepted, sorry about the lateness. Could you post your e-mail so I can send you the pass? Thanks. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

Thoroughly enjoying Scarlett's flattering whispers, Wyvern quickly takes out an application sheet from the center of the desk. He looks over quickly to a document lying on the left end of his desk, then to one laying on the right. After having observed another rather official-looking list laying in front of him, Wyvern clears his throat. He then turns to Cerulean and Scarlett and mutters: "Hmmmm... It appears there is only one spot currently available in our beautifull little Guild. Meaning I'll only be able to accept one of you..." Upon hearing this, Cerulean makes a quick glance to Scarlett. Scarlett exchanges the look, only her glance is far more scornfull. Taking a deep breath, the two start at once. "Allow me to join the Guild, Wyvern, and I'll be an incredibly active member!" declares Cerulean. "Just let me in the Guild, Wyv, and I can assure you fame and fortune!" counters Scarlett. "I'll be truly devoted!" shouts Cerulean "A real Pen fanatic!" "Accept me, you handsome lizard you, and I'm sure I can find several ways to keep you entertained..." cooes Scarlett, rubbing her finger down his cheek again. At this, Wyvern giggles intently. Seeing that her argument is faltering due to Wyvern's easily corruptable nature, Cerulean decides to make a powerfull come back. "Let me join, and I promise to put these plans into action!" exclaims Cerulean, pounding a large pad of papers onto Wyverns desk. Wyvern picks up the papers and begins skimming through them subconciously, noticing a number of very good ideas. Before he can finish skimming through them, however, Scarlett tosses her bag of geld onto the wad of plans. "Who NEEDS intelligent action when you have geld and a cuty like me?!" interigates Harpy "Come on Wyvey... pleeeeeeaaaaaaassssse?" Wyvern is about to speak up when Jechum enters the room. Walking up to Wyvern's desk and placing several application forms on it, Jechum murmers: "Remember Wyv, try to recruit as many members as possible. The more we get, the better!" With that, Jechum turns and leaves the room. As Wyvern sits nervously trembling in his desk chair, Cerulean and Scarlett glance to each other once again, suddenly realizing that they had been played. There wasn't only one space available in the guild... in fact, the Pen was urgently looking for members. Both Cerulean and Scarlett turn angrily towards Wyvern. "Wait!" cries Wyvern "I can explain!" Scarlett and Cerulean advance at Wyvern. "Here!" exclaims Wyvern, franticaly taking two application forms and stamping them 'ACCEPTED'. "You're both accepted!" Cerulean and Scarlett both gracefully accept their applications. Before they leave, Wyvern is slapped. Twice. The overgrown lizard sighs, slumping down in his office chair and rubbing his throbbing cheek. "Just when it was beginning to get interesting..." OOC: In short, a big, fat, accepted application. Check your e-mail for the pass, and welcome. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Edited by: Wyvern00 at: 7/21/01 11:21:11 pm

Would you mind posting a link to the story in this thread? Sorry, I forgot where I can find it... If you've been recommended by other Pen members, though, your membership is pretty much assured. ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

After the demolition of his beautiful, expensively furnished office, Wyvern had gone into a state of shock (hence the stretcher). Thankfully, Bob the reporter had mentioned a 'HANDSOME payment' and the overgrown lizard had taken to the idea quite well... Jumping out of his stretcher, Wyvern faces the numerous news cameras. Immediately, a seemingly infinite number of blood-thirsty reporters begin flooding him with questions. "Mr. Wyvern, you actually SAW Ozymandias?!" "Was he as mysterious as most people say?!" "What were your initial impressions...?" Bob Uppendown speaks up "About the contracts to your story!" Wyvern raises his hands in the air in order to calm the news-hungry masses. "Now now gentlemen... One at a time, please." Wyvern egoisticaly leans back against a wall "Bob, certainly I'll share my story with your news agency. It'll cost you though. I want 60% of the profits, along with a 1 trillion geld advance." Bob Uppendown's jaw drops open. "1 trillion in advance plus 60%!!?? But that's ABSURD!!!" Wyvern clears his throat. "Having a sudden change of heart Bob...? I can certainly sell it to another news agency..." Bob sighs heavily, clawing at his hair. "No, wait! We'll take it, we'll take it..." Wyvern grins sinisterly "Good..." He then takes what appears to be a pad of paper and a pen. "Ozymandias touched this pen and paper..." Wyvern lies "Biddings start at 2,000,000 geld!" An enormous flock of Ozymandias fanatics rush to Wyvern waving enormous wads of geld and yelling numbers ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.