The Portrait of Zool

ROFL! That is a classic moment when he opens his mouth. Hehe. Wove by Cardinal Jack Handey I yam wah Wover... ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know. Edited by: Zool47 at: 9/15/01 4:11:50 am

I am the lover openly trusting you, fear faithfully accepting your Self, intolerant I am the lover drinking the burning sand of your narrow perspectives and making love to the consuming darkness of your egoistic needs. I am the lover dancing in the pastoral softness of the meadow of the winds of harmony under the sun of illumination through the grasses of affection the waters of understanding - where we grow I am the lover lightheartedly making music from his flute as the wolves try to tear him to bits Thus is the nature of love Thus is the nature of the wolf If only beasts could dance... ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know. Edited by: Zool47 at: 9/24/01 4:13:07 pm

Just then soft music wafts in with the evening starlight from the open window. Wyv glances out to see Zool strumming a mandolin, and the squirrel band accompanying. Then, a tall (for a squirrel) thin squirrel wearing a tiny chef's hat jumped on top of a tall stump and began to squeak, err, sing sweetly; "Oh So-lo Mi ooooooooh...." With a wink Zool let Wyv and Cheyenne know to continue their personal hellos. Later, they could get together with all the riff-raff and have a get together to properly get to know everyone. ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

A thunderous echoing arena sized applause fades in from all around, nearly deafening Foe for a while, and then slowly fades back the way it came. ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

It is so good you have decided to join us! Yes, the Pen is our home sweet home. As Peredhil has welcomed you and introduced you to the site, I will let you find what interests you. Perhaps You could also join us on the Tipanic with Capt. "blind in both eyes" Wesmeister at the AM conservatory? You do have a couple of posts you need to write as an innitiate (haha! We've got her now! ). I am thinking of perhaps reviving a lil' classic Zool for the occasion. And don't worry about any Hellstorms, or any other storms for that matter. Such treachery has been experienced by all of us, and it has no power here. Welcome Cheyenne. ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Thanks Arawn. It's good to see you too. Farewell... ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Whoa! How did I miss this? My favorite letter is the one to the Mother, though hearing of his 'heroics' as told to Lydia... Very cool thread. I appreciate it, and would love to hear more. ~Zool~

Wow GP, that's quite a story on the link you provided. All I can say is small minds dwell on small things - the Gvmnt. of Kazakhstan should pay more attention to matters of state, rather than trying to stamp out individuality. So, can you reccomend a good eyeliner? ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know. Edited by: Zool47 at: 8/2/01 7:35:54 am

"AOL? ARRRRRGGHH! Call the out the Heallers, the Army, the Strategic Air Command!" Zool readies the 7 seals and a can of disinfectant a block high. He then stops running around in circles and rolls up his sleeves saying, "Okay, the Exorcists are here, back away from the computer..." Yeah, Douglas Adams was cool. God rest his merry soul. ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Welcome Ozymandias. It is good to see you again. ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

I thought god said in his final message to his creation; "You may experience some slight discomfort." ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know. Edited by: Zool47 at: 8/1/01 3:39:40 am

The Classics - Archived by Zool Do you know the history of the Bards? Do you know how the illustrious members of the Pen garnered their illustrious reputations in the first place? If not, whether you were born yesterday or just have been living under a rock, or if you did experience the literature as it happened and just want to relive the magic, keep your eyes peeled here for links to the classics by yours truly and others, straight to the pages of the Archmage UBB and other sources. They were good then, and they are good now. ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

The door opens briefly and closes in a flash, stirring the cool interior of the cabaret with a small whirlwind, which moves between the tables carrying what appears to be a flurry of leaves, but then reveals a short, rotund gnome at it's center, clothed entirely in plants. His robes are assembled from draping broad leaves, while his tall wizard's hat is composed of a small leaf variety of ivy. The gnome quickly floats with the whirlwind toward the fallen half elf, and steps to the floor as the wind politely dissipates at Peredhil's feet. He bends over the mage with concern. "Who are you?" asked Elrohir. "I am the Green Wizard," said the gnome as he cast an enchantment on the hole in the floor. The surreal creatures writhing in the pit began to sink as the flooring seemed to come alive and started to close itself up. "You may call me G. Wiz," he said with a wink. "Do not fear, I am an old friend of your father's." Appearing to actually draw strength now from the animated flooring, he drew himself up and spread his arms, and a serenity fell over the room that left the pages absolutely flush with calm. The older mages were less affected, but could certainly feel it. A pressure seemed to be lifted from the fallen Peredhil, as the unrelenting clash of realities and unrealities was eased, and his body and soul were brought entirely back from the edge of dissolution he had so perilously risked in his attempt to reach Lord Zadown. G. Wiz let his arms slowly fall, as he began to chant, transforming his serenity into a strong Nature's cure. Peredhil began to attain more of his natural color. The gnome continued to chant, not satisfied that all was yet secure. ~Zool~

OzymandiasT Viewer (7/17/01 5:42:19 pm) Reply For Heaven's sake, man... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...help me! I need you to contact Peredhil at once! The magics of an elven ancient are my only hope hope for escape!", bellows the wild-eyed old man who bursts into Wyvern's office. That shade of blue of the robes...that style of beard...that impossibly bronze tan under the wan, pale Terran sun... Wyvern's mind whirls for a moment before he blurts out, dumbfounded, "Ozymandias?" "Yes, Damn it, YES! Contact him! HURRY! I may not-URGK!" His fevered cry is cut short as two impossibly long arms with inhumanly corded muscles reach out of the air itself behind the stricken mage, clasp themselves about his head and neck, pull, and vanish with the old mage in an eyeblink. Gaping in astonishment at what just happened before him, Wyvern's staring eyes spot a piece of parchment floating gently to the floor. Regaining his senses at last, Wyvern vaults his desk (no mean feat for any Wyvern) and snatches the paper out of the air even as he sprints for the door. It reads: __________________________________ Dear Fellows, It's "THAN the Sword". All of the signs say "THEN". Mr. Satan's bones, we're the grammarians of Terra! Who did that? ~Ozymandias~ __________________________________ (as begun in RE: Do we keep this Site? ) -------------------------------- NEW POST Archive Note The original post was made by someone who was not registered, so it messed up in the parse. I have included it above. Zool's post continues here. Zool47 Elder Posts: 9 (7/17/01 7:12:56 pm) Reply Re: For Heaven's sake, man... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A television crew chases after a man with a microphone who is running into the recruiting building. The man speaks into the microphone as he looks over his shoulder at the camera. "This is Bob Uppendown reporting live from the TPiMttS recruiter's office, where it has been reported that only a short while ago there was an Ozymandias sighting. We are going in now to collect the details." Inside was total chaos. Throngs of Ozymandias fans strained the barricades that kept them back from Wyvern's office. The glass to his office was shattered, and the furniture was thrown haphazardly around. It looked like a tornado had hit. Just outside of his office a paramedic crew was attending to an almost dragonic figure on a stretcher. Gurads held back the mob so they could work. Bob Uppendown and his cameraman muscled through the crowd to the line, and gained entry by their press badges. "Wyvern," said Bob as he stuck the microphone in his face, "Is it true that the visage of Ozymandias was seen in this very office?" "Groooan..." Groaned Wyvern. "Get away boys, the crowd is about to get out of control again, better get out while you can," said one of the EMTs to Bob and his cameraman. "He witnessed Ozymandias!! I must touch him!!" The voice came from somewhere in the middle of the mob - other voices echoed the sentiment. Looking into the crowd, blue robes were everywhere. The police line strained further. "Wyvern, my producer is willing to pay HANDSOMELY for exclusive rights to your story!" shouted Bob as he was being led away. Wyvern's eyes popped open, and he leaped out of the stretcher, bandages popping. "Wait! I got a statement to make!" Bob grinned, and the EMT reluctantly let him go back to Wyvern. "Roll 'em," said Bob to the cameraman. "Ladies and gentlemen, of course it is easy to imagine the hysteria here tonight as the revered and fabled Ozymandias has been sighted here at this very spot..." Just then some exuberant 'Ozymandites' piled between two guards, resulting in a flood of followers barreling down on Wyvern, the news crew, and the small knot of EMTs. Everyone took off running. "So-what-did-he-say?" huffed Bob into the microphone and jostling camera as they ran. "That's-really-gonna-cost-you," replied Wyvern as he ran beside them, the screaming mob close behind. ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know. Edited by: Zool47 at: 7/17/01 7:18:16 pm

And good muck from Zool! Ah! Just like the good ole' days! btw, you WILL keep in touch with your writing buddies of yore, won't you?? I need someone who can recommend a good agent (but don't tell Wyv ). And one bit of advice Arawn. Avoid tests. Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.