Wyvern

Mindmaster MindMaster continues to ungulf cake down into his non-existant stomache. Then he pauses and looks up for a minute. MindMaster: "Hey, Wyvern, can we get the DEcanter over here? THANKS."

peredhil31 Pausing outside the Hall, Peredhil straightens his tuxedo. His eyes darkened momentarily at the empty spot at his side - never would he forget his wife's torments by the Orcs. With a last twist of his tie and tug of his links he starts down the alley, only to pause at the sight of Knight (in and out of the trash can). Shaking his head, Peredhil begins to pick up the scattered limbs. "I despise littering!" he exclaims as he neatly deposits them in the trash can with the rest of the body. "Good Knight," he says, patting him on his curly locks. Peredhil then passes on into the warmth of the Hall and begins greeting old friends and hoping to make new ones. ------------------ Elrond Peredhil, 31 Bard of Terra The Pen is Mightier than the Sword-BH A Polite Mage

Seraph "This is truly a reunion of great archmages,eh Wyvern?"says Seraph,the two enjoying a quiet moment in the rafters of the great hall. The beating of Seraph's six glossy wings creates a slight breeze below in the hall,lifting the hair of the back of petite dominion Amber.(Knight's Date,you remember?) Looking up,she pauses a slightly,and upon recieving an encouraging smile from the senior angel,bows her head in a gesture of respect as he blesses her. Wyvern,stretching his wings with an expression of relief on his face,watches the party below,glad for the prescence of another flyer as they enjoy this moment of repose. ------------------ -Seraph- Champion of the Host Foremost in the council of Thrones. 5th among the Brethren.

Zool Knight is congratulating himself on a job well done as he turns away from the door. He stops as a striking figure walks out of the shadows in front of him. "I thought we were going to be polite in this party?" purred the woman in a heavy european accent. Knight looks up to see who is talking to him. She was six feet tall, thin to the point of gaunt, but with a generous bust. Straight black hair was tied back severely into a bun. Her face was sharp and angular, which her thick makeup highlighted. She wore a tight black leather mini-dress with a plunging neckline, black stockings and stilletto heels. She took a long draw on a cigarette in a long cigarette holder, then blew the smoke in knight's face. "I don't believe we've *cough* met…" said knight. She smirked sardonically, then smiled an ice cold smile as she replied, "You believe correctly. Permit me to introduce myself. I am Lady Leather Whipp." She extended her hand to knight. Her skin was white as alabaster, her long sharp nails painted blood red. "I am Zool's date," she said, her carnivorous eyes devouring knight as he stumbled backward back out the door. She followed him. A short time later Zool and Lady L reenter the party arm-in-arm. In the alley around the corner, knights head and shoulders poke out of the top of a trash can, right next to one of his feet. His other body parts litter the alley. ------------------ Zool Eradication Mage Bard of Terra Doing it because; I can. The Pen is Mightier than the Sword - A1 Elder

Jechum Jechum comes out of the shadows wearing something more appropriate for the occasion… a beer keg that he got from Ishmael. Speech slightly slurred and stance waving…"I, I was over at the ahmmm, where was that again….. OH! YA! The Tavern Vampire or something…. And the last or was that the first…." Jechum puts his hand to his head. "Anyway there was this keg and…." Jechum looks down… "What happen to my clothes!?!" Jechum looks back up bewildered. "Well anyway I came by to say bye Brute, didn't get to know you, but any friend of Lumpy is a friend of mine! Shhhhhh, don't tell anybody but when, Lumpy plays, he don't use the name Lumpy! NOPE, that's his true name." Jechum scratches his head and pauses in a moment thought, tittering on his legs…."OH! YA! Wyvern! He's the Decanter guy now! SOUP! CHICKENS! that's the ticket! Jechum looks around confused.Ahm, could someone direct me to the pool." "THUMP!" Jechum passes out and hits the ground hard, face first.

Knight Excuse me folks, I must fulfil my position as the bouncer. *grabs zool and tosses him out the door* ahem. Sorry folks. *me looks for mindmaster* Now where did he go?

Zool Zool stands in the back of the hall, having ran in at the last minute as usual. His tuxedo was rumpled but presentable. He had a handkerchief in one hand, which he continually daubed at his eyes, and a drink in his other hand, which he liberally applied to his mouth. "I can't believe this is really happening!" He wailed. "So sad to see him go..." "Congratulations Cheye-e-e-e-enne!" He cried, tears streaming. The rubber chicken poked his head out from around a lapel, a tiny black umbrella raised against the tears from above. He took a quick look around and ducked back out of sight again. ------------------ Zool Eradication Mage Bard of Terra Doing it because; I can. The Pen is Mightier than the Sword - A1 Elder

lumpenproletariat Lumpen promply stands up to announce a toast, mages listen attentivly. "A toast to Wyvern, The owner of the Decanter of Endless booze" ------------------ -Lumpenproletariat Leader of FOoD and RTCYSIA Prophet Awisemansaid-"Play without emotions ... Then there should not be something to complain about."

brute "Ahem." The gathered mages look expectantly toward the door to see that Brute has finally arrived. His stark white skin stands out remarkably from his black robes. Brute's ebony eyes sweep across the ballroom and absorb all within. A smile grows on his pale face. "Hullo. Wyvern, you do me a great honor, my friend. As do you all that have attended this celebration. I would like to congratulate Cheyenne in her position of guild leader. May the Seekers grow and prosper under her guidance." Brute wanders over to the center of the Ballroom where a large table has been placed, full of food and drink. Picking up a glass of brandy, Brute gulps the cool liquid down, then resumes his speech. "I am honored and humbled, not only by the attendance here, but by the response to my contest. I had no idea Terra contained so many aspiring alcoholics..err, that is, Caretakers of the Decanter. Heh,heh... Anyway, as most of you know, I will not be around quite as often as I'd like. Thus, the need to pass along the Decanter to a mage that frequents this joint a bit more than I shall in the upcoming months." "However, I will certainly try to pop back in from time to time to see how the BAnquet Hall fares, and to make sure that the Owner of the Decanter is properly drunk. This all depends on how my new business goes. I inherited a used Flying Carpet dealership from a shady uncle of mine, and I've got big plans for it." At any rate, let's not dwell on how much you all will miss me, and let's just try to get Cheyenne and some of these other wonderful females blissfully drunk, shall we?" With a cry of approval from his friends and fellow mages, Brute's request is soon underway. Brute, Prophet of Booze Used Carpet Salesman

Racouol Racouol watches Mindmaster eat and shudders. He has never seen such bad table manners. Racouol then cast a globe of darkness around Mindmaster. ------------------ Racouol Father of Darkness The Golden Lord Lord of Nightmares Bearer of Deep Pockets Guildmaster of The Brotherhood of the Night

Knight *shudders* Mind master, bad manners... Do try to control them please? This is after all a formal occasion, and the eating shall start soon, when all have showed up.... Then shall come the speeches, dancing, etc. etc. etc. ----------------- Initiate - Mages of Forgetten Wars- Blitz II Blood Initiate- Army of Darkness Leader of Non-alligned- Archspace Ich hat eine Kameraden; bessern findst du nicht- Once I had a comrade; a better one you could not find.

Mindmaster OK, I'm a little late but hey, I came didn't I? Anyways, I didn't hear any of the speaches and just wanna chow down on cake ice cream! Pulls out a golden fork and diamand knife and hacks away at the great monstrusity. ------------------ The stars die. The people die. Even the universe dies. So god-dammit, why won't I die? Life is just a blast Moving really fast. Better stay on top Or life will kick you in the ass! -Fred Durst {Brute, I'll get your decanter, someday...}

Xradion DarkFenix steps into the room with a look of profound wisdom and solemnity on his face. "Perhaps now that brute is leaving, I can waste the bandwidth by using some html," he secretly thinks. Perhaps he is no more than a fool after all...Unlike the remarkable wise Brute. DarkFenix realizes that the guild will prosper under the leadership of Cheyenne, but he is saddened by brute's sudden departure. He wonders how it is that a drunk could be so wise, and whether or not brute would have been wise had he been sober...

Arawn Goodness i've made some enemies! Arawn thinks to himself. He takes out his 'to do' list 1. Do laundry 2. Betray Knight in drow city 3. Finish model ship 4. Kill Gyrfalcon 5. Cut toenails 6. Take over world (err..forget you saw the last one) Arawn crosses out 3 items on his list. "Well I'm almost done." He then wishes for a glass of fruit juice and a plate full of oysters. (yummm) ------------------ Arawn Dan'Shir The Mad King Member of Kindred, App Elder of Pen is Mightier than the Sword, A1 War General,Brotherhood of the Night,B2

Wyvern OOC: Knight: no, I didn't forget about you. I just don't have time to greet everyone that arrives. Wyvern joins a small group of people in the corner of the party. He holds a large glass of high quality champaign and sits down with his two new lady friends, which seem to be fondling him with affection. The group consists of Gyrfalcon, The Shrike, Tamanaris, and Knight (along with his girlfriend, Amber). "Well, is everyone enjoying themselves...?" "Nice party Wyvern!" "What are you talking about? The festivities haven't even started yet. :b" ------------------ Wyvern ...almost a dragon.

Knight "Ahh, there she is!" said Knight as his date walked in. The unusually short dominion walked in, wearing a dark steely blue dress that clung to her trim figure, her long blonde hair curled, her wings wrapped around her waste like a belt, and wearing various gold and platinum pieces of jewelry. "Aah, Amber, you look splendid," Said Knight as he fastened on his blood red cloak, with skull and cross swords emblem, the sign of his position as dragon rider. Walking over to the table, He introduced her to those who didn't already know her. "Chyenne, Lumpen, Tzimfemme and Rydia, I'd like for you to meet my girlfriend, Amber. Amber, this is Cheyenne, lumpenproletariat, Tzimfemme, and finally Rydia. They're all pretty good people." Sitting down, Knight glared at Arawn menacingly. There was still some histility for the drow city incident. ------------------ Initiate - Mages of Forgetten Wars- Blitz II Blood Initiate- Army of Darkness Leader of Non-alligned- Archspace Ich hat eine Kameraden; bessern findst du nicht- Once I had a comrade; a better one you could not find.

Gyrfalcon Gyrfalcon smiled slightly, then stage-wispered to Racouol "It has to be an imposter. Tamaranis not wanting to kill someone?"

Tamaranis Tamaranis silently entered the room. "I don't normally involve myself in such, things, but I will not ignore the request that mages wish brute farewell and congratulate Cheyenne." Tamaranis then adressed Cheyenne, "Power is a terrific thing, I hope you enjoy it." He extended his hand and she took it without hesitation, they shook hands. The other mages became slightly alert, knowing that when Tamaranis touched some one, it was usually with intentions to kill. Tamaranis noted a few less than friendly stares "Don't be expecting any violence on my part tonight." He then joined the other mages at the table. ------------------ needs an interesting signature like everyone else has.

Jechum Jechum teleports into the middle of the hall wearing Ozymandias' finely tailored silk blouse and an enormous pair of green and yellow plaid pants two red clown shoes and a red nose. Jechum looks around and notices how everyone else is dressed. Jechum shouts "Lumpen! You and Oz told me this was a costume party! Oz even lent me this costume." Jechum turns a nice scarlet red and disappears in a mist of fog and soon after even the fog is gone.

Cheyenne It is okay Lumpy, I was just enjoying giving you a hard time about it. Good thing you went and got a date, I was beginning to wonder who gave you the wood...

Knight OOC: Gee thanks for forgetting me wyvern. Just kidding, hehehehe... Knight smiles at the group of mages, excuses himself, and wonders where his date is. This is not unlike her, even dominions have to take care of themselves....

Wyvern Wyvern, the hoster of the party, walks through the crowd. He wears a fine ebony black tuxedo, and his scales, usualy somewhat vicious looking and feral, have been brushed back giving him a suave, gentlemanly look. His wings have even been tucked (well... more like CRAMMED) into the back of his tux, and ever so often this part of his tux twitches as if the wings were trying to escape. As Wyvern passes through the crowd, making sure everyone is having a good time, he greets several people. "Arawn, good to see you here..." "Racouol, how are the ladies...?" "Gyrfalcon, thanks for coming..." "Rydia, glad you could make it..." Wyvern spots Cheyenne (the woman of honor at the party) sitting at a table in a stunning midnight blue dress discussing something with Lumpenproletariat and what appears to be a log. Wyvern is about to go and greet them when two absolutely GEORGEOUS women come up to him and stare at him, slyly. Wyvern: "I don't believe we've been introduced...?" First beautifull woman: "Yes, but Cheyenne told us SO much about you. (giggles)" Second beautifull woman: "Apparently, you're a true gentleman... (smiles)" It was going to be a fine night indeed. ------------------ Wyvern ...almost a dragon.

lumpenproletariat "Please sitdown Cheye, and I can explain." he begins... Midway through conversation he is startled when it is revealed to his druken vision, that he bought a tree stump, not a woman. He quickly jumps up, and walks off in the direction of where female mages go to "Freshen up", a few minuts later he is walking back with a brunette on each arm, he sits again, satisfied that they weren't wood. "Well Cheye, where were we..." he continues "ah yes, I swear I didn't have anything to do with it...." ------------------ -Lumpenproletariat Leader of FOoD and RTCYSIA Prophet

MaliCe *Burst through the door and rushes straight for a table as soon as he heard the words "Wish for your free food". Stars wishing and gobling up tons and tons of food.* "Nothing like a free meal eh Brutesy, but then againt nothing like free booze too" Sad to see you go Brute, SnowWolf

Tzimfemme & Rydia Outside the door one can faintly hear "We're entering alphabetically and that's final! . . .oh drat. Reverse alphabetical order, anyone? Anyone. . ." Wings flap, feet shuffle, elbows poke, and satin swishes for a few minutes more. Finally the door opens and magesses, mostly human, stream in. Baba Yaga, heavy-footed, swaying with weight and age, all wrinkles and green mossy cloak and stigma of the Armageddon caster; Dancer with one hand to her omnipresent headphones, humming and keeping time with her steps, covered with wires and speakers; Deiphobe in a wet, blood-soaked white robe, muttering aloud to Apollo, making arcane gestures at the wide-eyed company; Dementia dressed as an afterthought, scribbling madly on a sheet of human vellum and talking gibberish at Deiphobe; Hermione, stamping satyr's feet and proudly shaking her excessively tasseled and fringed red belly-dancer costume; Kalanga, in the intermediate form between cockatoo and human, a hook-beaked winged blonde covered in snowy white down; Minta, with traditional research mage robes, indigo hair neatly braided into two tails, and no zombie flesh under her fingernails; Nurse Washu, tagged as "Assistant to the Love Doctor--Stat Me Please!", hat precariously perched on wild pink hair; Rosemary garbed in blue and gold, silver jewelry of her own design on every possible point, jingling with innumerable small bells; Rydia, pearl earrings swaying, green hair piled extra-high, shawl spun of the finest silk and nearly transparent on her arms; Shorewhore, red bikini even smaller than the normal cut, not much more than strings and strategic patches and change belt; The Shrike, wings flat to show the metalium-tipped flight feathers to best advantage, winging along at Shorewhore's height; Sossity, in a simple white dress, with hair and lipstick and belt all matching, and white shoes stained permanently red; Tanaquil, wearing the classic tunic of royal purple, a gold diadem, and the dead eyes of ambition with nothing further to achieve; Tzimfemme, naked, but with hair neat in thin braids looped up and around, carrying two scrolls and a pair of curious chalices. Slowly it dawns on the assembled revelers that none of these females have brought dates, and there is a sudden flurry of chairs pulled out, introductory drinks fetched and sick hopeful smiles. ------------------ Tzimfemme (the naked) "Deleting nothing between maiden and mage" Rydia adorned with pearls Owner of the Anti-Spam Carp Minta Rose, sunshine and moonlight lost in their own dementia Proprietress of the Happy Hentai Warehouse Jimi Hendrix Experience, Ager Guilded Constant Reader and Moderator, General Assembly and Ager Guilded