Wyvern

Cheyenne Walking through the door with an even more enticingly beautiful woman on each side of her than she is, Cheyenne smiles Wickedly at Wyvern. Whispering into each of the ladies ears and giving them a kiss on the....cheek, they start to walk toward Wyvern. Walking in the opposite direction, toward Lumpy, Cheyenne's midnight blue sheer gown swirls like a mist floating on a breeze. "Hello, my friend, found anyone to rape my land today?"

Gyrfalcon Gyrfalcon strides in, attired in his gleaming mithril field plate armor. His cloak shimmers through the entire spectrum of the rainbow in a tasteful manner. For once, Gyrfalcon does not have his various knives and his katana with him. He stops at the door for a second, sets up a sign, then continues into the room. He walks over to Arawn, greets him quietly, then continues on to speak to Racouol for a moment or two. Finally, Gyrfalcon sits down at the table, near the middle of the table. The sign at the door which Gyrfalcon had set up reads _____________________________________________ This Banquet is offically sponsored by the Conservatory. Food and Drink provided by 'Wishing on a Star Services'. To have your food or drink, simply wish for it to appear in front of you. Food and drink comes with appropriate silverware and platter(s). Gyrfalcon the half-elf battlemage, Moderator of the Conservatory _____________________________________________

Racouol Racouol walks in wearing an elegent wizards robe with real gems sewn into it. His Cloak was made from the finest winter wolf's hide there could he found. His Boots were made from the skin of ice vipers. In each arm was a beautiful young lady, one blonde and one redhead, dressed in the finest silks available and wearing expensive pieces of jewlery. Racouol walked up to the table Arawn, Knight, and Lumpenproletariat and seated himself as his dates went to powder their nose. "Hey whats up everyone?" ------------------ Racouol Father of Darkness The Golden Lord Lord of Nightmares Bearer of Deep Pockets Guildmaster of The Brotherhood of the Night

Knight Removing his bright and shiny helmet, and proceeding to the reuninion of mages, Knight walked in. Looking the full part of a knight, he looked at his comrades. "So, am I just a little bit early?" ------------------ 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.

Arawn A simple look to his right reveals to Lumpen that Arawn sits in a chair in a smashing black tux, his long black hair tied into a ponytail, before him a set of cards, "Indeed, my date has been in the bathroom for and hour already." ------------------ 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

lumpenproletariat Lumpen walks in, attired in a sauve (sp?)suit of armor, all polished up, and a thities style small brimmed gangster hat, on his arm is the beautiful *Cough...would say her name online but....Cough*. The sit down, lumpens speech cards awaiting in his hands. He carefully looks around, theres no one else here he realises, except for the Wvyern up on the stage. He promptly yells out-"Nice party, wvyern!", ok, so lumpens a little drunk, thats to be expected right? ------------------ -Lumpenproletariat Kleptomaniac of terra A SoB on B2 Member of the Zombie Club Leader of FOoD, and its parent company RTCYSIA on Beta "I've cracked 1500 baby"-Misha "tea spoon for tea cups, table spoon for table cups, dessert spoon for fat chicks"--Some drunk guy I met on the beach

Wyvern As many of you may know (and even more of you probably don't know), Brute, the legendary Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze, is leaving us. At the same time, my darling Cheyenne has been promoted to a position of leadership. I am holding a formal party for these enormous events (those of you who know Wyvern knows he throws great parties). All are invited, and (get this) admission is free! There are a few rules and regulations you must follow if you are to come however: -This is a FORMAL party. All people who come to the party must come dressed formally and act politely amongst their fellow archmages. -All archmages who come to the party must prepare two small speeches; one bidding Brute a farewell and one congratulating Cheyenne on her new position. -If possible, bring dates (optional, but it's much funner that way ) Having said that, the party will take place in the Grand Ballroom of the Conservatory (with the consent of Rydia and Gyrfalcon, of course...). I await for poeple to begin showing up. (Note: Don't read your speeches right away. There will be a special time for that) ------------------ Wyvern ...almost a dragon.

This next party thread was entitled "Farewell Brute, Congratulations Cheyenne (A formal party held by Wyvern)," and took place on the Archmage Universal Bulletin Boards from February 5, 2001 to March 10, 2001. I had completely forgotten about this party thread until just recently (edit: though I do remember Tzimfemme's first post in it), despite it containing some excellent posts from several people . One notable overlooked feature of this thread is that it contained frequent roleplaying from Jechum, who contributed several things to it. I believe that the Decanter of Endless Booze was handed down to me from Brute midway through the thread, though the transaction is not included in the party itself. While this thread reads considerably better than "Wyvern the Party Animal," it still contains some pretty mediocre RPing on my part, which I apologize for in advance.

Xanthus sighs and drums his fingers on the armrest of his applicant easychair, brushing the gathering cobwebs off of his protest signs as he impatiently waits for the Elder of Initiates' arrival. It was one thing to be left waiting for a response to an application piece or to an innocent question, but to ignore an all-out protest seemed downright uncivil... Xanthus grumbles at the lack of rebellious spirit in the Pen's younger members and reaches for his bugel horn when suddenly, the front door to the Recruiter's Office slams open and Wyvern marches in. The overgrown lizard hisses strings of curses under his breath as he storms towards his desk, and breezes through several lengthy documents as he practically collapsing into his favorite chair. Noticing Wyvern's aggravated look and excessive cursing, Xanthus smugly nods and says: "I see that you've picked up on my-" "It's ridiculous!" interrupts Wyvern. "I-it is?" mutters Xanthus a bit nervously. "Yes." growls Wyvern. "Absolutely ridiculous... I was turned down for a raise once again! How am I supposed to fund my schemes with the peanut-sized income they provide for this Recruiter job? Yeesh!" Xanthus stares at Wyvern blankly. "Ummm... did you read my recent poem yet? It starts 'I came to the Pen-'" "The sorry excuse for an income that comes with this job." interrupts Wyvern bitterly, taking out the Decanter of Endless Booze and drawing a long swig from it. "They should at least provide me with a free massage or something... mmmm... Signe massage..." "Errr, yyyeeah." mutters Xanthus, now a wee bit aggravated himself. "Listen, Wyvern, could you just hear my poe-" "Absolutely not." says Wyvern, flashing Xanthus a grin of razor sharp teeth. "I'm going to protest throughout this application for a raise in wages, and won't read or respond to your poem." Xanthus' jaw drops open. "B-b-b-but, if you're, than how can I...?" Wyvern kicks his scaly feet onto his desktop and shrugs. "Y-you" stammers Xanthus. "Wyvern, you're the one who always tells me to respond to things. See, it's even written in my poem here!" Wyvern raises a scaly hand to turn down the poem that Xanthus is pointing at, then hisses: "Sorry Xan, it's gonna have to wait. I'll tell you what, though: if you can convince Ozymandias the Elder to raise my geld income, I'll consider responding to your application. I expect the demand for more geld on Wyvern's payroll to be written creatively of course, and with class at that! What do ya say?" Xanthus fumes angrily, clenching his fists and growling: "It... it wasn't an application." OOC: To be continued. Over to you, Xanthus.

"So, umm... let me get this straight, Xaious. If I sign these three documents, it implies that I, Wyvern, have stock in the bonds of the partnership of Boaious Troutser Brand Tartar Mouth Wash for an initial period of seven months?" "Just about!" exclaims Xaious cheerfully. Wyvern fidgets nervously and frowns. "I-" "You'll also have to sign these seven documents." interrupts Xaious. "They pretty much imply that, in a situation where Boaious Troutsers reach dirty waters and lose financial capital, the second revenue of the third month of the fourth year of the seventh vernal equinox lunar eclipse will be Waious sponsored, where Waious is an emergency side branch of the initial Boaious branch, thereby limiting the quantity of supply and increasing demand." "J-just let me know" cries Boaz in the background. "Who, exactly, is giving who five percent?!!" "You'll also need to sign this." says a random Prince overhearing the conversation, handing Wyvern a document detailing how he'll have to pay expenses for his beachhouse resort. "And this." mutters a familiar-looking troglyodyte, handing Wyvern a legal document detailing how he'll have to pay the medical bills for the troglyodyte's indegestion, which was caused the "Blitz Burger" Wyv had previously given him. "And dis." snorts a troll weakly from his electrocuted position on the ground, raising a fist containing a legal document detailing how Wyvern is a wussy. "And don't forget these." says Xaious, turning to the spot that Wyvern had previously been with a stack of about two hundred and seventy sheets of paper. The Master of Time raises a brow as he notices that the overgrown lizard seems to have fled, leaving a very visible trail of legal documents behind him. "Hey!" exclaims Boaz angrily, pointing a finger towards Wyvern as the lizard races to the dancefloor as a means of escape. "You still owe me for that rescue job!" --- Meanwhile, onWEED the Stoned Golem lumbers through the crowds and eventually reaches his natural resting spot: buffet table #4. Sniffing at the variety of stone delicacies available at the table and grinning broadly, the smelly golem turns to Tempest, who happens to be nearby, and guffaws: "Whoa-ho-ho-ho duuude, come try this basilisk souflee. It is most gnarly man." --- Elsewhere, near a quiet and shady corner of the Conservatory bar, Verteniun and Daliarus take turns casting careful glances towards the darkly cloaked form of Yui Temae, thoughtfully whispering to one another. "C'mon Dal... we need to ask someone for directions, and good luck finding any answers in that mess." Verteniun tilts his head to the more active and chaotic regions of the party upon saying this, and Daliarus frowns in understanding. "B-b-b-but, you know how I am with approaching mysterious women, Vert. I'll probably stumble and forget what I'm trying to say." "Listen Daliarus." says Verteniun firmly. "We need to ask for directions to the stargazing rooftops of this party, and I need to stand guard here to make sure we don't look too suspicious in the crowds. That leaves you to ask that lady for directions. After all that we've been through, I'm counting on you." Daliarus rolls his eyes and sighs, glumly nodding as he lifts himself from his seat and makes his way towards Yui's spot at the bar. Stopping in front of Yui and nervously clearing his throat, Daliarus fumbles for a crumpled party flier in his coat. Quickly taking the flier out and pointing at its section about stargazing and eclipses, the assistant astronomer stammers: "S'cuse me ma'am... err, that is uh, I mean lady. No, no I mean ma'am, sorry. Ummm, we - I mean I - am searching... uhhh... looking... urrr, wanna dance?" Verteniun grits his teeth and slaps his forehead upon hearing Daliarus' slip-up.

Yesterday, I got to see the Maroons (Lateef the Truthspeaker and Chief Xcel) live at the Yerba Buena Gardens in San Francisco. The show was a free concert dedicated to the music of Femi Kuti, and I went to see it with two of my friends. The lineup of performances included the Antibalas and an opening act whose name I forget, but we decided to skip both of them in favor of walking around the city for a bit. We got back to the Gardens shortly before the Maroons' set started up, and stayed there for the whole thing. It was a very good set, and included a guest appearence from the Lifesavas, who showed up to help Lateef hype the crowd up. I had seen both the Maroons and the Lifesavas at the Quannum Spectrum show I went to in D.C previously, and they both once again impressed me with their soulful and energetic styles of M.Cing. I'm definitely looking forward to the Maroons album "Ambush," and think that it has the potential to be one of the best things Quannum will release, up there with Blackalicious' "NIA."

Salinye, I recently read the prelude to your novel and think that it's a really excellent beginning! The deep internal and external conflicts of the opening scene really grabbed my attention, and the dialogue of both Shanara and her assassin was great. There also seem to be several interesting relationships established between the different characters, though they're only hinted at in this first scene. I look forward to learning more about the characters in the continuation of the novel, and am particularly interested in the fate of Shyani. In terms of minor complaints/potential improvements: I didn't really like when it was noted that the killer was darkened by "the evil within him," as that's simply telling something that has already been conveyed by showing for the most part. Also, I think that the last line might read better as "The fallen elf grabbed his head between his hands, and howled in agony and rage," as "howling in agony and rage" suggests that there might be another conclusive sentence. Great stuff, can't wait for the continuation! .

8/17-21/03 Initials carved into twilight shorelines wash away with heightened tides as girlish echoes are lost to roars of waves and purple canvases of sky. Photographs depict a blur, a darkened mirage of time. Can memories overcome the lie? - How many hornets does it take to get to the center of a can of Mountain Dew? Only one, providing you have a flat surface, a hint of bravery, and a minute or two to kill. There's a certain sadistic pleasure in hearing those buzzes slowly fizz to a standstill as a bug finds its final resting place amongst the sources of its greed. - Silent eyes speak California earthquakes of concern as they vaguely focus on a hazy strip of Sunset Boulevard. Teriyaki sits One thumb under, index up Chopsticks in motion. - Captain's Log: communication successful. Outhouse was reached with only minor static, as the walkie-talky switched hands and Darth Vader breaths, while that echo of a flushing toilet showed us all that 'the force' is strong with our ally. - "Haha, that's quite a choice for a verb ending in 'I-N-G.' Can't share it here, unless you want this to go 'Scarlet.' Maybe some synonym, something less vulgar, more univeral..." ... loving?

I also enjoyed this poem, Arwen, and agree with Parmenion and Peredhil that you've certainly evolved as a poet in your absence. I think that this work is beautiful in its simplicity and natural imagery, and agree with Peredhil that it's far more refined and well-adjusted than some of your previous works. The only lines that I didn't care for too much in this piece were the last two lines of the poem, as I feel that "Not knowing what's going on" is a bit less elegently phrased than some of the other lines of the poem. Keep up the good work, I look forward to reading more of your poems.

My reactions to this piece are a bit mixed... I think that the subject matter chosen for the poem is heartfelt and that the repetition used throughout its structure is very well done, but am uncertain if I like the way the two elements compliment each other. The use of repetition and single rhyme scheme seems to give the poem a lighthearted sing-song quality to me, which doesn't reflect the morbid and depressing subject matter of heartbreak. Then again, I think that in the final stanza, the repitition compliments the theme superbly, as the continual reference to "down" really drives across the theme well. I also like the imagery you use throughout the poem, particularly those of the third stanza. Overall, it's a nicely done poem.

I also really like this poem, Peredhil, and think that the third stanza is particularly excellent as it portrays the severe rituals many people must go through to properly present themselves to society well. I also love the imagery of vomiting that you use throughout the second stanza, but am a bit stumped by the line "Shrug it on, a well worn coat," which is the one line of the poem that I didn't really like much. It's certainly a nice metaphor for reality and social behaviour, but it seems a bit out of context in a stanza primarily focussed on eating-related imagery. Excellent poem, overall.

I like this poem, Kendricke, and thought that it set a hopeless tone and conveyed the emotions of the subject very well. I particularly like the ambivalence of the repeated phrase "at least not least not quite," which adds to the confusion and desperation of the woman of the poem nicely. In terms of potential improvements, the line "No one understands her frustration" in the repeated stanza lacks a bit of the rhythm found throughout the rest of the poem to me, as it has two more syllables than the line it's coupled with: "No one blames her but herself." Perhaps if frustration were replaced with a shorter word, it could flow a bit more smoothly. Also, there's a small spelling in the word "sidewalk" in the third stanza. Good poem.

Wyvern OOC: I just thought I had ought to finish this up before it becomes non-exsistent (like the cruelly unfinished "Something Different") IC: The last dance was the best dance many of the archmages had ever had. The slow, sweet music created the perfect dancing tempo and Racouol's singing made the atmosphere madly romantic (LOL ). Even after the music stopped and many archmages headed off into the night, there were still a few archmages slowly dancing in each others arms (including, of course, me and Cheyenne). Eventualy, however, all the mages had headed off and the Conservatory laid deserted. Outcome of my party: A moderate amount of money was made and a few mages scored. The End Edit to provide the Something Different link - yet another thread I killed in those days...

Ozymandias Ozymandias stands bolt upright so fast, a nearby ascendant squeals in fright. "WhoooaaaaOH! My gods!! I'm sober!" Looks around him, listening to the slow music. He waves happily to the band. "Thanks, Racouol! I'd hate to have been drunk for the last dance." Quickly conjuring himself some more presentable clothes and gating away the punch on his head, the newly groomed king of kings scans the room and in short order finds a small group of sheildmaidens talking and laughing over by the buffet. Sidling up to the likeliest looking brunette and putting on his most winning smile, he bows low. "May I have this dance?" ------------------ I am Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! I think it no accident that every civilized people has discovered the art of distillation. -Rofellos of Llanowar

Gyrfalcon Don't worry, Ozy was the only one to touch them anyway...... *Gyrfalcon begins to slow dance with as many of his attendents as possible* Last dance people, get what you want done in!

Wyvern Thanks guys. Couldn't have done it without you! Wyvern begins slow dancing with Cheyenne when he notices Ozymandias face-down in the punchbowl with a bannana in his hand. Oh my god, the bannanas are poisonous! ------------------ Wyvern ...almost a dragon.

Ozymandias Ozymandias drops dead facefirst into the punchbowl. A half-peeled banana tumbles to the floor from nerveless fingers. ------------------ I am Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! I think it no accident that every civilized people has discovered the art of distillation. -Rofellos of Llanowar Member of Holy of the World (A1)

Racouol Seeing Gyrfalcon solve one of the problems Racouol decided to solve the other one. Seeing how there was no music being played Racouol started pulling several people with their instraments out of his pockets. "Hmm, we are still missing something. I know we need someone to sing." A smile slowly appeared on Racouol's face. He then pulls a microphone out of his pocket. "Seeing as this is the last dance of the party, I have decided to sing." Racouol then signalled that band to start playing and in a few moments Racouol started singing. ------------------ Racouol Father of Darkness The Golden Lord Lord of Nightmares Bearer of Deep Pockets

Gyrfalcon *Gyrfalcon looked up, increadibly annoyed at being interupted by this unannounced armageddon.* I'm not going to allow the last dance to be stopped, if I have my say! Gyrfalcon thought. But all I need is time.... time! with that thought, one of Gyrfalcon's spells came forward, out of the recesses of Gyrfalcon's brain where his spells were kept. Quickly chanting, Gyrfalcon felt the area around the Conservatory begin to slow in time..... until it was suspended in a Temporal Statis Field. While the rest of the world was being consummed in Armageddon, the people in the Conservatory had time for the final dance before Armageddon caught up with their slower time pocket. "Ok, people, someone find an orchastra, I did this for a dance, you know." the half-elf said.

P51mus ...and just as Wyvern realized that the music was missing, a meteer struck the ground near him, not harming him but it did annoy him The meteor caught the attention of P51mus P51mus looked up at the sky through the hole in the ceiling created by the meteor, and sees an unnatural darkness It has started....the 451st Armageddon has begun...... In advance I would like to say, I will meet all of you again, after Terra has reformed and the Archmagi including you have been reincarnated. Until then, I must watch over the wasteland that Terra will shortly become and help its recovery....