Wyvern

A Voidwalker is a WoW thing? o_O I didn't pick up on that reference, but I do agree that the description of Voidwalkers was good and fit into the story well. I'll just echo the comments of others by saying that I really enjoyed this piece, Valdar. I found it thoroughly entertaining and very funny from start to finish. One of the things that I really liked in this story was how you intigrated Valdar's comic and childish attitude into such a serious setting, as his reactions to his studies and the summoned demon were hilarious given the context. I also loved a number of the original details you used, like the stick figure doodles that come alive and rearrange the gylphs on the page. Mereana "Voidrender" was also a wonderfully arrogant teacher, and it was great to see her get her just dues. I'm hoping she'll make a cameo appearence in some future story. ;-) This short story gets a big fat seal of recommendation from me, and I'm definitely looking forward to reading future Valdar stories. (as well as the continuation of "Shiny!")

Cerberus sighs to himself as he paces back and forth through the Recruiter's Office, his thoughts consumed by restless anxiety. He pauses and casts a glance at the oyster perpetual Rolodex clock standing in the corner of the room. The applicant's eyes widen at the crooked positions of the hour and minute hands, indicating the tardiness of the Elder of Initiates. Cerberus considers exiting the Recruiter's Office to seek out information on the Pen Recruiter's absence, only to find the Office entrance blocked by a large metallic object. "What in the name o-" Cerberus takes two steps back as the metallic object moves forward with a slow screech. "Move aside please!" Wyvern's voice echoes from behind the Automatic Alternating Repeating Kendricke and Scorn Launcher. The lizard gives the cannon another forceful shove, pushing it further into the Office. "Sssorry about the wait. Big things afoot, don'tcha know." "N-no worries." Cerberus glances at the large cannon, then at Wyvern, then at the cannon again. "I-" "Ssso you brought the batter?" Wyvern closes in on Cerberus and sneers, nudging him with a scaly shoulder. "Just hand it over, and feel free to have all the imported air you wan-" "Umm. Actually, I'm here to apply. I want to join the Pen." "Oh." Wyvern backs away and stutters for a moment. "I didn't think you looked very undead. Well, feel free to have a seat on that large metallic bench there. This'll only take a moment." Cerberus hesitantly seats himself on the AARKaSL as Wyvern snatches up his application from his hands. The overgrown lizard reads over the story for a long moment, then grins and places the sheet on top of his messy desk. "Shame Ssscry lost. Could've offered her an Almost Dragonic Extra Fizzy Hellixer™ to overcome her illness... for a price." The lizard fails to stifle an evil snicker. "Still nice stuff though." "So, my application's accepted?" "No, unfortunatly." Wyvern bites his scaly lip as Cerberus' face darkens. "See, there was this incident, and I lost the stamp for accepting applicants." "What?!" "Don't worry. In the mean time, I've made this list of things for applicants to do while waiting for the stamp to show up." Wyvern strides towards his desk. "It'sss right in my desk. Features such enticing options as counting the number of crumpled tax documents in the paper avalanches, and tossing spare geld pieces into the Almost Dragonic Brand Booze Spitoon Wishing Well.™ As soon as I find the stamp, you'll be accep-" "This is absurd!" Cerberus glares at Wyvern, then hops off of the AARKaSL. "I'm goin-" "Waiiit!" Wyvern strikes a triumphant grin as he retrieves the acceptance stamp from the drawer of his desk. The reptilian Elder stamps Cerberus' application ACCEPTED, and beams in the applicant's direction. "Wonder how it got in there..." ;-) OOC: An ACCEPTED application story, Cerberus. Welcome to the Mighty Pen! I look forward to reading more of your work on these boards, and hope that you find the Pen a friendly and welcoming writing community.

"Great." Wyvern lets out a long hiss and crumples a large page full of unabridged notes in one of his claws. "And just when I needed a glove, too. I had to go and trade that Scarf, didn't I?" Wyvern curses to himself and begins digging through his Carnival bag again, tossing out empty tin cans and sacks of sand left and right. "Pretty gutsy of him to offer my own unabridged notes before they've been written. But I guess if he raises bars like you say he does, he's brawny enough to jussstify it." Wyvern pulls out a metallic cylinder and examines it for a moment, then grins and sets it to the side. "Why anyone would want pictures of Tzimfemme and Starlight feeding Guido is beyond me, even if he did eat that pair of drumstick boxer shorts by accident. Rydia and Starlight - now that might be suggestive..." Wyvern takes another blank sheet of paper from the Devil's Advocate, then places it next to the metal cylinder. He turns to Katzaniel. "I'm in a need of a sinister-looking glove for my upcoming cooking project, so I'll ssssimply have to follow through. 50 earned geld, a Swiftness Potion, a set of abridged notes from "Wyvern: The Autocratic Introspective" (complete with doodles of bridge escape routes), and an Almost Dragonic Brand Brute-Approved Idiot's Flashlight™ for shedding some light upon this mysterious stranger the next time you meet him in a dark alleyway."

First of all, let me just say that it's very nice to hear from you again Tasslehoff. Sorry to hear that things have been going rough, I hope that the tides calm and the sailing goes smoother from here. In response to your poem: I think this is a heartfelt piece with a strong emotional foundation. Basing the themes of your work around the hardships that you've faced in real life makes for a very genuine piece, and the issues that you choose to tackle are interesting ones. I found your references to "bad habits" and "careless words" particularly intriguing. At the same time, I'm uncertain if this poem expresses your feelings to me as you note it should. The piece read to me more like an explanation of thoughts, feelings and actions than it did an expression of feeling, and it didn't leave much of an emotional impact on me. To improve upon this, you may want to expand upon the themes of the poem in greater depth and detail. I'd like to know more about the careless words, more about the bad habits, and more about the narrator's impressions on the rejection from his loved one. I'd also like to know what makes the narrator's loved one so special to him, and the specific things he misses about her. I feel that, apart from the "Please" in the last line of the piece, the poem also lacks a certain sense of vulnerability. While vulnerability certainly isn't necessary to the piece, it's absence seemed odd to me given the apologetic nature of the poem. Anyway, these are just my thoughts. :-) The most difficult part of poetry is always taking your strong feelings and conveying them to the reader, and I think that you have a good start here. My apologies for taking so long to respond.

"... especially considering that he put the item up for auction himself." Wyvern pales and strokes a claw over his chin as he considers the items being offered by the mysterious counter-bidder. The lizard turns towards a messy bag at his side labeled "Carnival Projekts" and urgently digs through it, his scaly visage growing more and more worried with each of the novelties he shuffles through. His face cements into a grimace as he reaches for the large tin that he was searching for. "My Almost Dragonic Brand Triple-Kidney Pie™!" Wyvern sobs as he pulls the pie from it's nook, and rubs a claw over the large hole that now rests at its center. "Great, now it'll only pass as a double. That'll never stand out." Wyvern tosses the ruined pie to the side and curses to himself, stomping his scaly feet on the ground. The reptilian Elder then raises a claw and exclaims: "Well, I'll one-up him with 30 earned geld, this Swiftness Potion, and an exclusive unabridged set of footnotes from "Wyvern: The Autocratic Introspective," completely uneditted and uncut!" Wyvern takes out a blank piece of paper from the Devil's Advocate and starts scribbling notes over it. Katzaniel nods very slowly, cringing, the juices from the double-kidney pie that had landed on her head dribbling down over her cheeks and chin.

Greetings Cerenza, and welcome back to the Pen. I think that the piece you have here is a good starting outline for your poem, as the concept and direction have been set. I think what the poem needs most at the moment is expansion, as these few lines leave only a vague impression of the feelings and message you may have been trying to convey. In my opinion, you may want to go into greater detail about what the narrator misses about her friend exactly, as apart from the detail of the person's breath it's difficult to grasp the narrator's current emotions and situation. In terms of structure, I felt that the frequent uses of elipses disrupted the flow of the piece a bit, and you may want to consider replacing them with some alternate form of punctuation. Also, though more of a minor concern: you might want to run the piece through spell check next time before posting it. ;-) I thought that the image of the moonlight stroking the narrator's skin was very nice, though I felt the punctuation of the line was a bit awkward. I liked how the image seemed to insinuate the narrator's sensual involvement with her missing friend without being too direct about it. :-) You may want to consider this as a direction for revising and broadening the details of the relationship, and I look forward to reading revisions. Note: thread not moved to Writer's Workshop, as the forum is not accessible to Cerenza.

Wyvern prances through the swap meet grounds and sniffs at the various items as Bravery continues to transport coral decorations to the area. The lizard pauses at Patham's booth, and grins at the assortment of items on display. "What a wonderful line-up of high-quality, cheap-yet-efficient, Almost Dragonic-endorsed items you have here, Mr. Patham." Wyvern slides his claws along the booth, tapping the Almost Dragonic Brand Instinct-O-Meter™ by accident and sending it into a whirl. "What a day to forget my Almost Dragonic Brand Tincan Fabricated Cancorder™... Do ya realize that, just by sitting here with these items in front of you, you've probably made several industry blacklistsss?" Patham's eyes widen upon hearing this, and Wyvern gives him a cheerful smile and a pat on the back. The lizard pauses upon noticing the rock resting beside the other items, and reaches down to examine it. "Hmmm, don't recall making one of the-EEOW!" Wyvern drops the rock back into place and blows on his claw furiously. "Yeesh, that thing's a little too hot for comfort. What's it made out of? Hydra droppings? Pheonix gall? Pics from Beauty Pageant Round Five?" Patham smirks and shakes his head at Wyvern's guesses. "It's simply magical, Wyvern. I guess we'll never know." Wyvern sighs and nods to this, then gives Patham a quick salute and heads off to a different area of the swap meet. He stops upon revisiting Knight's AARKaSL, and stares at the giant cannon for a long moment in silence. "Hey!" cries Knight as he notices Bravery attaching corals to the large weapon. "That's an item for sale, not some metal bench! Get outta here!" "Hmmm, y'know Knight." Knight's eyes turn from the frightened Dwarf to Wyvern. The overgrown lizard rubs a claw over his scaly chin. "I jussst might be interested in trading for this machine of yours. Anything I can offer you for it?" Wyvern waves a claw to his booth, and Knight wanders over to inspect. He eyes the Ring of Wondrous Hallucinations and the Swiftness Potion curiously, then rubs his hands over the Scarf of Disasterous Spell Prevention. He holds the Scarf up to the light to inspect it, then places it around his neck. "Ohhhhh, it fitsss you to a T." Wyvern grins and squares his claws. "Must've been designed for archangels. It's a most handy utility, though I don't practice magic much myself." Wyvern notices Katzaniel acting as messenger out the corner of his eye, and pauses as he views the item being offered. "Tell me when you're ready to trade, Knight." Wyvern grins in his direction. "I'll be right back." "C'mon, surely somebody has 10 geld they'd be willing to part with?" Katzaniel waves a hand at the puppet. "Need I describe this unique item once more? It-" "I don't think that'll be necessary, Katz." Wyvern strikes a quarter-bow. "20 earned geld for that neat-looking glove. Should someone up the ante, I'll toss in that Swiftness Potion sitting at my table as well."

"Well, there was the initial fee for joining, which went unpaid." Wyvern grins and sticks up his claws as he counts. "Then there's the fee for information about the Weenie Awardsss, the fee for asking questions about the fee, the f-" Wyvern's forked tongue twists into a double knot and ribbon as Gyrfalcon casts him another sharp glance, this one accentuated by the grip of a katana. A long moment of silence ensues as Wyvern remains frozen in place. "Guhh hee fooo." Wyvern grimaces and pulls on the tangles of his tongue. "Guuuh hee huuu. Gaaaa, foogehd ahuut eet." Wyvern shakes his head sadly, then wanders off in search of a crowbar to untangle his tongue with. He only makes it as far as the hall before one of Ayshela's kitten minions pounces at his tongue ribbon. The lizard cries out as the cat tangles itself in his tongue, and runs around the room screaming in a sound akin to a howler monkey thrown into a vat of starving tigers.

A suspicious-looking figure in a dark overcoat slides a tattered note through the crack of the news room door. The figure then begins to tip toe away, only to trip over his own tail stinger and go toppling over. Sweetcherrie considers opening the door to watch Wyvern attempt to crawl away at full speed, but shakes her head and settles for opening the note. Her eyes go crooked as she stares at the headline on the page. Sharpein Commerce Flourishes, Cuban Cigars in Style.

I really like the original "Beyond Tears" poem, Wrenwind. :-) I think it conveys a very sharp image and message in a few short lines, and found it very evocative. I also thought that the ABAB rhyme scheme of the poem was very effective, especially with the rhyme of "tears" and "fears" which set the tone nicely. In terms of potential improvements: the syllable count of the second line seemed a bit off from the rest of the poem to me, and you may want to consider dropping "stares" or changing the wording a bit to help it flow better. Also, the phrase "lost in flight" struck me as a bit awkward in the context of the third line, and you might consider rephrasing it somehow. Anyway, "Beyond Tears" definitely stood out to me. Very nice work.

Wyvern darts towards the Cabaret Room upon hearing an oddly familiar voice echo down the hall. Thoughts of lucrative schemes and "forgotten" debt claims race through the lizard's mind, only to be crushed as he finds Gyrfalcon standing beside Lady Silver Dragon. "Greetingsss Silver Dragon." Wyvern extends a scaly claw and sneers. "Your name certainly rings a bell, 'tis nice to see you in these halls again. To work off that weenie of yours, all you need to do is make out a payment of 12,786 geld to Wyver-" Wyvern's forked tongue twists into a knot as Gyrfalcon casts him a sharp glance. "Eurr, thath is, you muthst thsimply wite a piethce of cweative witing, aund note thsomewhere in the thread thath you withsh to wite off your 'weenie awaud.'" Wyvern pauses for a moment as Gyrfalcon's gaze calms, then unties his tongue in a quasi-delicate almost dragonic gesture.. "As to the whereabouts of the local Booze Prophet: haven't seen him in a while. I've begun to consider tagging 'missing person' posters on beer kegs..." Wyvern waits until Gyrfalcon's watchful eye strays from observing his every gesture, then hisses: "Now then, I'm mosssst curious... have you remembered that 12,786 geld debt that you owed me? However did you find the money to pay for it?" ;-) OOC: Welcome back, Silver Dragon. :-)

I've read through what you've written of "Interwoven" so far, Appy, and like how the scene is developing. :-) I really like the pace that you've set with this scene, as it never moves too quickly and allows the reader to really get a sense of Apaltra and the people surrounding her. I found a number of Apaltra's observations and interactions excellent, as remarks such as "the beer wasn’t as bad as she thought it might be" really give some insight into her attitude and character. I also like how numerous characters and relationships have already been established in these initial segments, and look forward to seeing where the story is headed. I wasn't quite as big a fan of the introductory post as I was of the posts that followed it, though I did like the detail of people singing badly. I thought the introduction of Finx in the first post was a bit confusing, and you may want to specify his appearence and breed before introducing his name. The lack of physical appearence in characters was one thing that I thought could be improved throughout the scene, as apart from Don's baldness we're not given much insight into how people look. Not to say that everyone needs a million details, but a few more details for Mandy and (most importantly) Apaltra would be nice. Finally, in the latest post, I felt that Mandy's reaction to the bag moving maintained the same slow pace as the rest of the scene, and you may want to speed up the pace of the writing at this point to show excitement and confusion. Anyway, just listing a few potential recommendations. The chapter's nicely done so far, and I'll be sure to read the continuation.

Wyvern Wyvern curves around Dragonlady in one final dance twirl as the music comes to a halt. The tables are picked up at each end by the remaining human servants, and are carried out in the direction that Sweetcherrie has headed. Wyvern makes a swift bow to Dragonlady, then hands her what appears to be a small fork covered in fur. "A gift for the Knights of the Dinner Table and the Furry Knights to share." Wyvern winks. "A pleassssure to dance with you m'lady, perhaps our paths will cross again at some point." With that, Wyvern begins to head to the hall exit, only to pause as he passes a statue of one of the human servants in an orc pose. The lizard scratches his chin for a moment, then ties a spare ribbon around the monument and tags it with a note. To the Sulvanar Clan - a token of appreciation. The lizard waits until the last of the tables has been moved out of the room, then spreads his scaly arms out and exclaims: "Thanks once again for the good timesss! Oh, if anyone liked that special drink that got so popular this evening, I believe GL_Jordan has the recipe... Do apologize to him for me, would you?" With that, Wyvern waves and races out of the exit, which slowly shuts behind him. Fin~

Sweetcherrie Sweetcherrie blinks, looks up, and sees that she’s holding Wyvern’s tail. Just when she’s about to let go the almost dragon dances off with Dragonlady, and the sudden movement swipes Sweetcherrie of her feet. She lands on the floor, and moves to pick herself up again when she sees someone is sitting under the table. “Hello?” As soon as Martin McFly sees her his mouth stops chewing on the éclair, and drops open. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude….I’ll be on my way now.” Sweetcherrie scrambles up, and looks around the room to see if Troy is somewhere near. In her mind she calls out to the phoenix that they should be going home soon, and the bird answers her by sending mental images that clearly say that he’s not ready yet. With a sigh Sweetcherrie sets off to find out where the bird is, and what on earth he’s doing that he needs to stay. In a corner of the room she finally sees the bird, and he’s……flirting? Troy was shrieking excitedly to what looked like a teddybear, and the teddybear was making animated gestures. “There you are…” When Troy sees her he starts projecting all sorts of images in her head, each and every one telling her that he’s having a wonderful time, and that he really doesn’t want to go home yet. “But we have to go sweetie, it’s time.” Troy hangs his head, but says goodbye to the teddy, and follows her to the exit. At the door Sweetcherrie looks back and thinks that it really was a wonderful party, and steps through to go home.....or on to the next party of course

dragonlady "Why I'd love to!" Dragonlady says kissing the Wyvern on his snout. "I thought you'd never ask." she smiles and grabs her tail and throws it over one arm as if it was a long skirt or train and holds out her hands. "ROOM!" she calls over her shoulder and patrons hurriedly move tables back from the dance floor so their drinks won't get swept off as the two waltz by.

Wyvern Wyvern thanks Klea for the warm greetings and kneels down to shake Ben Bunny's right ear. He grins to the rabbit with a set of razor-sharp teeth, causing Ben to shudder for a brief moment. After directing the rabbit to the carrot cake booth resting on a blanket near the entrance of the room, the large lizard lifts himself to his feet and shakes Klea's hand. "Thank you very much for the directionsss, Ms. Klea. I-" Every joint in Wyvern's almost dragonic body seems to stiffen as Dragonlady covers his eyes with her hands. Wyvern turns and bows his head briefly to Dragonlady once she lets go, and bites his scaly lip as she looks him over with questioning eyes. Her phrase lingers in the air as Wyvern hesitates. He twiddles his tail stinger on the ground and avoids eye contact. "Yes, I did wish to ask you sssomething." Wyvern clears his throat of a few ashes. "You see, I'm almost a dragon, and-" Wyvern's delicate tone is interrupted by the entrance of Jimu113 and the Browncoats, who raise a loud cheer amongst the partygoers and get quite a few people tabletop dancing. "Err, that is-" Wyvern fumbles over his words. "See, I was wondering if you'd-" "Blue River Waltz!" Dragoneye's request catches the lizard's ear, and he signals to the band with a claw. A long silence ensues between Wyvern and Dragonlady as the band begins playing the opening notes of the tune. "You were wondering if I'd...?" Dragonlady crosses her arms and stares at the lizard with inquisitive eyes. Wyvern jumps to a start and jitters for a moment. "Yes, wondering if you'd like to dance." Wyvern breaths a sigh of relief as he finally lets the words roll out. "There's a fine spot at the edge of the table over there, and I mussst say I approve of Dragoneye's taste in music. Or, if you'd prefer, we could simply have a few sips of that Great Luminous Jordan drink that everyone's been raving to me about. Apparently, it's the bessst thing since Bloody Marys." ;-) OOC: this party will soon move out and come to a close, so I just wanted to thank everyone at Kenzerco for their wonderful greetings and creative participation. This party is hosted in honor of Kenzerco by the creative writing site known as the Mighty Pen, and we wanted you to know that we recently added your site to our List of Useful Links for reference. Thanks once again for all the great fun and writing.

GLJordan bows "always a pleasure fair lady. you have been missed. I am relatively well " "thank you" Curiosity retrieves the jewel before hiding again "but the gift of your company is always enough" kisses her hand.

Tanuchan Twirling and holding the nice carrot, smiling and nodding while dancing, Tom doesn't pay attention to where his feet take him. At the end of a fast twirl, he steps back and bumps into something pretty soft and not really big. "Ouch!" Tom bounces forward and turns, and finds himself face-to-face with a curious tanuki rubbing her nose. ::I'd rather have you not go bouncing on my nose... it's pretty sensitive, you know...:: Tanny smiles at Tom's evident surprise, and sits down after sneezing a couple of times. Her tail swishes around and brings the little bouncy creature closer to her, and she continues before he has chance to start chattering. Winking to him, she turns into her human form - a slim, gray-eyed woman with raven-black hair, sitting right next to him. "Tanny! What are you doing here? I thought you never left your place! And I thought you only turned into a wolf! This is a nice party, and have you seen the nice people around? And you see, there are also nice vegetables, have I presented you this nice carrot, she dances so well and the music is so nice and and and and....!" Tom bounces happily up and down, and Tanny quickly changes into her tanuki shape when he comes too close to hitting her nose again. The tanuki blinks and sighs as the little Tom rushes away, still holding the carrot as a dancing partner. Still shaking her head, Tanny goes back to lurking quietly, observing the party and the people having fun. Distracted by the sight of Troy still enjoying himself on the table, she's just startled by a rather soft touch on her tail. Looking up, she recognizes her friend and nods, quietly changing back to human to talk to him. "Hi, GLJordan. I had hoped to meet you here also." She smiles, accepting his hand to stand up. "We haven't talked muck lately. How are you? I hope you can forgive me for not attending properly your coronation as Emperor, but I wasn't here at that time." She picks a small green jewel from a hidden pocket, and offers it to him. "It has strands of nature's own energy woven into its core, and it will glow softly if any nature's creature near you has dangerous intentions. I know it's a very small gift compared to those you've received months ago, but I hope you can accept it from a frequently-absent friend." Blushing slightly, Tanny turns to see the several people she can recognize. "I've been just lurking here for so long, that I doubt people remember me... and so many new faces, also." Tanny giggles softly at seeing a small hand looking for more eclairs. "Maybe I should help Martin and just take him some good food? Hobbits are always so hungry... "

Venefyxatu When he sees that there are some people on the tables, Tom decides that that is where the fun's at. Since being at the same place as the fun is generally a good idea, Tom hops up and down a few times to gain speed and altitude so he can jump up on the table. Once there, he runs up to an empty bowl and pulls out a bag from under his cloak that seems to be much too large to fit under there. Yelling, "I brought the peanuts!" he empties the bag into the bowl, then hops on to another empty bowl where he once more pulls an oversized bag from his cloak. As he opens this one, he starts yelling again but cuts himself short when he sees what's in it. "I also brought the ... " Muttering to himself, he drops the bag on the ground. "Laundry? What's that doing here?" With a shrug, he forgets about it and decides to have some fun. He grabs an attractive carrot from a nearby plate and they start a wild tango, completely out of rhythm with the band. -------------------- "Insanity is a matter of the mind. I am out of my mind, thus, how can I be insane?"

Sweetcherrie Sweetcherrie giggled, by now she was sure that she didn’t know him since she was sure that she’d remember such chivalry. She bowed her head politely, and gave him a soft smile. “I’m very well, thank you.” She was just about to ask how he was doing when the door was thrown open and a small, cloaked figure rushed in. It bounced up and down to avoid getting trampled, and smacked into the leg of an inconveniently nearby and unmoving table. Much to his surprise, he saw a familiar person jumping to the ground, albeit rather clumsily, to avoid falling down. Any headaches were immediately forgotten… "Hey, you're here as well? Good to see you, sorry I'm late have fun!" With those words, the little figure rushed on to the other side of the room… A blurred flash flurried passed her, and Sweetcherrie could only just see that it was Tom. Her brain took a few moments to react, especially because she was still trying to steady herself from jumping of the table. She grabbed the nearest arm, and by the time she had figured out what she wanted to say back, he had already disappeared again. She turned her head to see whom she had grabbed to hold on to, and discovered that it wasn’t even an arm that she had grabbed. In her hands she was holding the scaly tail of a dragon, and started wondering if it really had been a good idea to come to this party. OOC: Written together with Venefyxatu...I love co-writing

GLJordan bows and kisses her hand "if so the pleasure was most certainly mine" "Hello and how do you do?" sips his Dr Pepper

Sweetcherrie With the party going on in full speed, Sweetcherrie decided to do something she normally didn’t do…she poured herself a glass of wine. She was having a jolly good time, and smiled as she saw Wyvern’s nod, and toasted with her glass….which by now was almost empty so she decided to get a top-up. Dancing along with the music, she tried to locate Troy. The phoenix was probably up to nothing good, but the wine had made it all too easy not to worry too much. More and more people had come in. She suddenly saw a face she was sure to have seen before, but the wine had somehow also made it difficult to remember where this was. She danced over and softly nudged this person. “Do I know you from somewhere?” As she heard herself say it, Sweetcherrie realized how silly it must have sounded, and her face turned a scarlet red. Her eyes shut from left to right to see if there would be a way to get out from sight, but GLJordan had already turned around to face her. Sweetcherrie wanted to make herself very small, and put the wineglass down quickly. She was really starting to doubt if it was such a good idea to start the wine, but what was done was done and she stammered a shy hello.

Dungeonmom Dungeonmom sees Klea across the room and holds up a piece of the chocolet cake hoping to get her attention. "excuse me, pardon me" she says as she turns sideways moving between one person and then another. She gets up to Klea and offers her the cake. "Nice party" she says to Klea "you know Ive been hopeing to ask your help in something concerning the new classroom. I understand that you are the keeper of the library?" If this is so I was wondering if it would be possible for you to pick out some books for the children.?"

Dragoneyes Rappeling guests? Royalty? Wyvern, m'lad, you throw an excellent ball. ...No, I'm not all that impressed. When you serve the god of draconism for ten years and meet with dragons of all sorts, you tend to become jaded quite fast. Excellent folk, dragons: long-lived, but short-tempered usually. If you thought humans were petty, you should deal with folk that live for centuries and remember every bit of it in great detail. Oh, the squabbles I had to settle in Zelorquan's name... *A veiled woman, green scales, serpents for hair, and a hissing voice, walks over.*"Ansarel, dear, are you boring them with your tales of being a diplomat for Zelorquan? I thought I told you: you keep bragging, we'll get invited to fewer parties..."*She grabs the old man's wrist gently.* Ah, my wife wants to dance some more. See if the band can play the Blue River Waltz, will you, Wyvern? That's a good lad. *The old man is led away from the table.*--I was just making conversation. Overheard the poor fellow being talked down to by some fop with a fancy ring, so he keeps saying. Lad didn't understand the proper decorum for a ball in this land. ...Wait, where did I leave my staff?--Lanran! Animate and hang by the buffet! *The old man's staff, which was leaning on a seat at the table where the old man was, turns a silvery color and stretches its limbs and wings. Then it flies over to the buffet table and sits on the centerpiece, nibbling on it from time to time.* Ah, there's that waltz...after you, my dear.... -------------------- The Staff of Dracos is just too much!

Jimu113 *The Browncoats make a spectacular entrance, some even rappeling from the skylights on ropes secured to the John Thomas. Jimu113 leads the charge.* If you're gonna make an entrance, then make an extrordinary entrance. Let's mingle. -------------------- Hi, my name's Jimu113. I'm Kenzerco's forum rush chairman. Darned glad to meet you. Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes into hours? (Gordon Lightfoot, the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald) Origins in '06