Peredhil

And reads Yui-chan's incredible post. With a happy sigh, he sits back. How can writing get better than THAT rapier post? He wonders. And then he notices Zool has posted below it. Quickly he is drawn into the story, the magnificent scene. Ack! Literally HE'S DRAWN INTO THE STORY! Looking with dismay at his Calvin Klein crimson suit and his Gucci genuine Demon Leather wingtip shoes, he realizes he's once again underestimated the Bardic abilities of Zool. Oh Dear, He murmurs with dawning horror Zool's Painting reflects the collective creative conscious of the Pen, just as he's the Patron of inspiring and aspiring fledgling Bards. Slipping away to ponder the implications of all this, he wonders where it will all end...

Absolutely correct. Adjusted. I look forward to your post to lose Weenie status. As a reminder, the only way to lose the Weenie Title is to post an original work with the word "Weenie" in the subject line. -Peredhil, Ancient of the Pen

Peredhil, dressed to satorical perfection and freshly shaved, wanders in toward the Party. A Wyvern Party. Struck by the thought, he checks various implements of survival he habitually carries tucked away in hidden pockets, ensuring they don't make unsightly bulges in his suit. Stopping to talk for a few minutes to Zool, he gives him the small hatchet necessary for his subterfuge, and compliments Matt on the wig impersonation, and Rubber Chicken on being a ship. After making his way to the Ballroom door, sidestepping writhing vines, he pauses to take a deep breath before making the plunge into the maelstrom of activity that always accompanies a Wyvern Spectacular. Looks to be a Jumani set this time. Opening the door, he views with dismay, but no real surprise the fetid jungle. His Ring glows momentarily, and his suit shifts to a light Jungle Explorer motif. As the large Blossom approaches, salvating pollen-laden sap as it making lacivious kissing motions with its petals, he gives it the quelling look stolen from stately old Welch Matriarchs and perfected by Politeness. The Blossom takes on the rosy glint of a naughty boy Caught In The Deed, and retreats, leaves neatly tucked behind its back. Picking his way through the jungle carefully, mindful of the shine on his boots, Peredhil wonders where all the other Pen Party members are hiding. Finding a long table with naught but a gorgeously decorated cake, he slides his present onto the other end, spraying it with Thief BeGone (An Almost Dragonic Guaranteed Thief Protection Device!), and looks for Wyvern to appear. Funny, that almost always draws him out... With a shrug he absentmindedly moves to a chair, nodding graceous thanks to the Vines who quickly move it out to seat him, and accepts a mineral water from another Vine. Sitting alone at the Party table, in the midst of the teaming jungle, he is quickly lost in his thoughts.

Very well written! [/i]Hugs Falcon and waves the Reply Raven away.[/i] Good use of imagery combined with clever and well lines of thought. I'm not so sure I'm creative. I synthesize the ideas and inspirations of others. At my best, I fuse them into something that appears original. Hmmm... I think perhaps I'm a Weaver of works, my own and others. Existence. To quote Master Niven, I'm just the Mote in God's Eye. -Peredhil

Zool reminded that cowards play it safe, and Poets expose their insides to the outside world. That's being honest with your Art. There's a reason that I made him a Saint... Thanks Zool. YFA... Pain Precedes Healing When the feelings rise up and grip your throat in a fist, And the anger flows through your veins like potent liquor. When you’re feeling hurt and wondering why it happened to you, And you say the stinging words that only bicker. When you sit and cry to an uncaring world, And you are just too tired to cry any more. When you haven’t the strength to act strong for others, And there’s cold emptiness at heart’s core. That’s when the Hand of Peace will manifest. That’s when you act in love. That’s when you shut YOUR mouth Speaking unwanted words from Above. That’s when you refuse to hurt- The Other in your life. That’s when “For better or worse” Means keeping her your wife. You remind yourself about the kids And how far you are in debt. You remind yourself of all the years And the reasons to stay, but yet… You can’t forget the thought of her Giving herself to another man. She does it because she cares for him, He does it because he can. That’s when the Hand of Grace will lead in the way. That’s when though torn and bloody inside, That’s when your cries are heard- You know His well you should abide. That’s when you, despite it all, That’s when you try to carry on. You challenge her to grow from this, And you trust her when she’s gone. You have to let her grow – or fail, She’ll choose it on her own. Don’t drive her away into his arms. Keep love warm in your tone. You have to look at your own life, And all the weaknesses there. It’s easy to judge another’s sin, When each our own cross we’ll have to bear. 11-10-2000

Wistfully tries to remember his 200th post and gives up. If you're gonna do the Lithium thing - make sure they check your thyroid levels. Army Headshrinkers tend to forget that part. Talk to them about Depakote - it's easier on the system, doesn't fuzz your brain as much, and works better than Lithium Carbonates. -Peredhil (peredhil31 on yahoo or msn messenger)

[ooc] Wyvern how DO you manage to stay so zany and creative, Application after Application? I loved it.[/ooc] Welcome Tamaranis!

wow. I think this is the best I've read from you in a while. Nice meter - reads well outloud. The kind of poem I'd show to my Mom, saying, "This is the type of thing they write at that website to which I belong." -Peredhil

This is the sort of thing that makes me want to get together and Game with y'all... Brilliant improv.

Large scaly icky feet. Yet the narrow fluting of the scales made them look hairy from a distance. Yes, they were indeed the feet of Bagghinssssss, the halfling/lizardman bastard. A notable thief, he lived a wretched life, outcast from all decent society. Yet in the esurient chest of the lizardling beat an eloquant heart. Plus he always elutriated all the soil from the eleemosynary offerings he caged at the Eleusinian Temple. Obviously not such a bad fellow at all. At the moment, he stared down from a small height above his feet (all total being somewhat less tall than a short sheep), at the snortling snout protruding from the pond abutting the embankment. It's sensorium experience complete, the snort was followed up, shedding the liquid emulsion to reveal a misshapen head, strangely remininscent of a quaigh. The large-handle ears flapped thrice, spattering drops of water hither and yon, and then azure eyes fixed on Bagghinssssss with a possessively sensual delight. In a fluting falsetto, the fanged mouth opened to utter, "Gnomie power?" Edited by: peredhil31 at: 10/1/02 10:15:53 am

Peredhil, the absentminded but Polite Bard wanders by talking to himself. Stopping, he sniffs twice, and then sneezes. Tamaranis! comes the delighted exclamation. How delightful! Totally unaware of the power and menace whose aura surrounds the vampire, he approaches and gives him a hug. Somewhat taken back by the familiarity, Tamaranis looses his chance to react - with a *poof* Peredhil has stepped away and been sucked through a portal. Looking down, Zool shakes his head sadly. That happens a lot to him you know. Hugs? Oh, those too. But I meant, every time he makes it back here, he's sucked away by Rude Lifeforms again. Having fought the RL demons themselves, the pair exchange a knowing look.

I dislike it when I'm not clear. I meant being blasted by Scorn - I think (if my ego puts me here,) I'm blasted not in this excellent piece!

Naw. Even when it was myself blasted, I was able to keep enough emotional distance to appreciate the blasting skill. Satire is an artform - although often unpopular.

Peredhil stands and applauds Satire worthy of Scorn.

resisting the urge to chant, "Nyyark's gotta Crow-Girl, Nyyark's gotta Crow-Girl", Peredhil smiles wistfully. Poetry that is inspired by what one feels, rather than cold verbal manipulation is SO much more powerful... I enjoyed reading this.

resisting flashbacks to his High School Daze carrying a notebook to jot things is a proven good idea - which you just proved again. Good stuff.

The black rock stood etched against the violet sky. Harsh planes glistened slickly in the wet, the reminder of the storm just past. Two stars peered through the clouds, as though to observe the results of the storm's fury. The bitter smell of ozone still lingered about the rock's crown, violent perfume. The stone stood scarred, but enduring.

A whirlwind of motion, a retinal blur. Sudden reverse and stop. LordSethWelcomeBackDon'tHaveTimeToStopAndChatBut- Peredhil hugs warmly and is suddenly gone. A small puff of smoke floats for a moment in the air he occupied, then dissolves...

Peredhil Dances in lightly. I would reply, but I'm not certain what to say... You have power in your words. The selection and rhythm of your speech belays the message of worthlessness, shining like a light through a veil of leaded glass. Unfortunately, the transforming light doesn't illuminate a stained glass window of beauty, but rather jagged images of pain. Sensitive as I am to the power of Words, I can sip your cup only in small, small amounts, lest I be over-whelmed. Thus I'm far behind in reading your prolific outpouring. You have talent and skill. But the subject matter resonated pain within me, with no cathartic release in the material, no ray of hope peeping through. I'll have to leave it to someone more inured to give you the rational feedback you deserve. I apologize for my lack in your situation. And he spins away... Elrond Peredhil, 31 Ancient of the Pen

Oh M'Dear! How did I miss this jewel? Smacks himself for his prior haste. Lovely reading. -P

oh, my bad! I was noting the most famous example of online spell correcting, Misha AND Kendricke. You are definitely NOT Misha, and you shouldn't even take that as an attempt to apply his personality to you. Sorry sorry sorry. That would indeed not be gentle in itself. Writing in haste perpetuates misunderstanding, once again. Heh, Old Friend, you know that eventually for me, EVERYTHING comes back around to my belief in my understanding of God. On the other hand, this conversation has danced around the concept on its own - rereading some of the posts, you could replace the word truth with the word God safely I'd think. I wasn't disagreeing with Nyyark's need to doublecheck his spelling! When I'm at home, I'm always harping on that. He has this frustrating knack of writing as he thinks, one draft with no review, and hitting post. When you read his stuff, it's all straight from brain to keyboard, little edit. shakes his head. Unfortunately, he'll do the same thing on school reports... If it can't be read, it doesn't matter how meaningful it is, it just doesn't communicate! Looks at Nyyark to see if he's tuned out the 10,000th repetion of the platitude. When I read it, I read it in the context of "offer of debate". But then I have the advantage of knowing his speech patterns. GROUP HUG! hugs everyone in the thread YFA, -P snicker. edit to fix a spelling error that crept in when I posted straight from thought to keyboard with no review. Maybe that's where he gets it... Edited by: peredhil31 at: 8/7/02 6:30:09 am

All right you two! I know you both, and sense a sting on both parts. Nyyark, I've told you that if you care more for content than spelling and grammar, anyone can use it to end an argument with you. Sheesh. Misha was famous for it when he could bait Kendricke into not using a spell checker. shakes his head. It's the old pluralist/monotheist controversy all over again. What is reality? What is truth? Who is God? Who am "I"? these are eternal questions that can be fun to debate, but let's not forget that there are people on both sides - and that the answers have yet to find a definitive conclusion. Pistols at fifty paces? That WOULD be a traditional answer, wouldn't it? War? I note the sarcasm, but it rings true historically. Please be gentle with one another, I cherish you both. One way or another, everyone finds an answer when they die. Hugs and YFA,

Peredhil looks quickly and sighs in relief as he ensures he didn't claim to be a realist! I suppose first we should define reality... After hugging the cranky Zool, Peredhil runs away laughing.

Could it be expectation clouding your perception? Man acts on his perceptions of reality, not necessarily on reality itself. Perhaps finding an external reference of truth, to use as litmus paper in life, testing everything and judging the results (never just the words), you can find an internal truth at last.

Peredhil dances happily at hearing a familiar name. You were one of the ones to make my visits to TFM so pleasant! Welcome and welcome, I'm so happy you've found your way here. Peredhil indicates Wyvern You'll soon find out that he's ALWAYS involved in a 'get-rich-scheme'. It's part of his charm. Peredhil hugs and huggles Lady Celles Politely Again, welcome! Elrond Peredhil, 31 Polite Bard of Terra Ancient of the Pen is Mightier than the Sword Earthbound Angel of Apocolypse Initiate of The Legion of the White Rose, Order of the Quill.