Peredhil

Peredhil In a secluded grove, a mana trove, the lad began to chant The Undoing spell that would repel the shape that he’d taken But a nagging doubt hung about and would not be shaken He’d best be wary, it might be scary to leave a thread a-danglin’ Before transforming back as a matter of fact, he best be very careful Where’s half-mask? He hesitated to ask, his heart becoming care-full. Mystic’s wave and pass, the Herbal Lass, Rosemary is in Trouble From Smurfs she flees her babbled pleas she takes to Halls of Legion Set aside fear it comes quite clear he must pursue to that region. The youthful lad considered what he knew of Rosemary’s and her disguise... Sunshine and moonshine and shadowed beauty, her healing must needs be indirect... Reviewing the situation, Pered-ricke considered the elements and their relationships. BelZpock. The Wise Man of Terra. An authorized user of DEP and lover of mirrors. Part of the blackmail scheme. Founder of the Metalium Not applicable, and yet something His Starlight doppelganger! Calculus! The wise lad begin to weave his Charm: Multiple personalities, multiple forms, let each show it’s visage Sunshine, Starlight, mixed Moonshine; Shadowed Demented beauty and irresistible manly charm Calculus for the Masses!®©, and his body to the really sexy babes - let none be deprived of HER wisdom! Let the Many be one, two and three again, and each restored to other Give back the levels lost, the Wise man’s charm, the half-mask mine - Let Rose’s Mary, Minta, and White reclaim their Essence! Rosemary appeared in the Legion of the White Rose’s hall, picked up something shiny, lost and discarded in the corner, and retreated to the Angel’s BBQ and Grill. Peredricke’s spell began to unwind, Rosemary began to emote, and Peredhil became quietus quickly. The lost Levels whirled like dervishes and were consumed apace, refreshing all honored to be present. Half-Mask reclaimed, Peredhil stood himself again. Rose-Zpock regained her selves and her own peculiar senses. BelZpock remained among the missing: A psychic shadow known as Terra briefly mourned his absence. Orlan looked up from his Sexy Sexy Bandages and frowned wistfully for a moment. Even as a Younger Man of Terra, the shadow of a presence brought back the pangs of memory’s winged moments, the eleven chair... too many empty. Sensing his sadness, the women in the room began stampeding toward the Sexy Sexy Super-Mummy, eager to console him. Forlornly he looked for the wonderously height-changing Nekkid one with the delightful shimmy and shake even standing still, but saw her naught. ------------------ Elrond Peredhil, 31 Bard of Terra Saint of Terra The Pen is Mightier than the Sword-BH Seekers of Babylon, Order of Scholars-BG A Polite Mage ~Searching for Quality, not Quantity, in posting~ ~Member of Nekkid Mages #1 Fanclub and Worshippers~ Official Member of the Mr. Bunny Fan Club

Black Black walks up to the door thinking a party was here. He saw the sign by the door and took out a bottle of wine he had saved for 3000 years. "Well, they say wine gets better with age." He hoped it did anyway. When he saw it also said to dress as another mage. Before he had time to think a big guy opened the door. "Wheres your gift?" the guy said. Black held up the bottle. "Ummmmmm, here it is. Its very old." He got out slowly. "Who are you imitating?" Black knew that Tamaranis was a vampire. He then took off his cloak to reveal a tux. "I...Im Tamaranis, ya thats right." The big guy looked him over and let him in. As he went in he hoped that there wasnt already a Tamaranis in here.

Mindspawn "No consideration for consequences, eh? Hmmm, I like the sound of that. Besides, I have yet to find any real use for all these oil flasks, and it would be such a shame to let them go to waste." Cerulean turns around to find Mindspawn/Tyrion fidgeting with his belt of oil flasks, a mischievous grin on his face. "Oh... how nice of you to volunteer. Erm... although you will promise to be careful with those, right?" ------------------ Seekers of Babylon (SoB) - BG -Scholars Order -Dragon Knights Order "So many good ideas have to be discarded, simply because they won't work." -David Eddings, The Sapphire Rose Embraced by the darkness, breathing it in.

Gyrfalcon With a shriek, a wyvern plumets to the ground right in front of Cerulean, apparently having been tossed clear of the roller-coaster arcing overhead. "A volunteer already! How kind of you Wyvern.... you ARE Wyvern, aren't you?" Curulean asked the mangled figure. It looked up, horror in its eyes "I'll go anywhere, just get that... thing... away from me." It points with an unsteady claw at Minta-Nim, who was approching at a steady rate. Gyr/Wyvern whimpered.

Cerulean Even as she is thanking Silexion for the dance, Cerulean's thoughts are flitting from memory to memory. The music plays sweetly, the gifts are hers once again, events are being captured as they happen by the photographer - how kind of Wyvern to arrange that! Yet still she has an unsettling feeling that all is not well. It has been several hours since she last caught a glimpse of naked thigh, heard a flirtatious comment, or raucous laugh from Harpy. She is now certain that her miniature friend is in danger. Calling for the attention of nearby mages by tapping her glass, Cerulean voices her fears. "My friends, I ask a few of you to break from your merry-making for a short while to help me. Scarlett O'Harpy is missing, and while ordinarily I might consider this a good thing, tonight I feel she is in trouble. I need three brave and ingenious mages to accompany me in a Harpy hunt. Our daring party of four will seek out Scarlett wherever she may be, with no consideration of personal danger, expense, or consequence." At this last comment some mages excuse themselves politely and back off in the direction of the Decanter, but Cerulean continues unabashed. "Three of you I need. Do I have any volunteers? Who will help me?" ------------------ Cerulean Dark Mistress of the Desert Guardian of the sacred stick of celery Member of: Scarlet or Blue? - SoB - BG Babe who is the Color of the Sky of The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen

Finnius The pantslessness wasn't as big a deal as Finnid had previously thought. Sure, he was stripped to the waist, drenched in booze, half-covered in mock-fur, and pantsless, but- Flash! What was that?

Wyvern While Lumpy/Grinch clenched to the glass domed ceiling of the Conservatory and the left-over Misha had begun peeving the almighty Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, another vehical pulls up to front of the party. It parks next to the now abandoned exterminator van, and a semi-formaly dressed man exits. He immediatly heads towards the booming depths of the party... The man makes his way through the rowdy crowd of Archmages and spots Wyvern seated at a bar in the far corner of the party. He walks up to the overgrown lizard and politely taps him on the shoulder. "Excuse me... I take it you're Mr. Wyvern?" the man inquires. Wyvern nods and the man sits in a bar chair next to him. "You called for an expert photographer, did you not?". The man takes out a large, complicated looking camera along with several other instruments used in photography. "Now... how can I help you this evening?" the man asks, looking curiously at the large lizard that sat next to him. Wyvern laughs coldly and takes a sip from his Decanter. "You're too late! I don't need an expert photographer any more..." Upon hearing this, the photographer groans and slumps down in his chair. "You made me drive all the way out here for nothing?!" (he orders a beer) "Geeze! To think I could have gone to that Playboy gig instead! You lizards are all alike... bunch of cowardly liars..." The photographer then spits angrily on the floor and takes a sip of his beer. Wyvern glares at the proffesional angrily. He then growls: "Hey... listen buddy. My night hasn't exactly been peaches and cream either... I've had to deal with 50-foot tall trouble makers, swimming pools of locusts, multiple Mishas, insane exterminators...! Hell, I even got my toungue stuck in an insect deterent machine! Have you ever had your toungue stuck in a vacuum cleaner, Mr. 'Proffesional Photographer'??!!" The photographer frowns angrily and says "Buzz off you dragon wannabee... I hope somebody decides to blackmail you..." Wyvern is furious and is prepared to plant a fist right in the photographers face when suddenly the word "blackmail" triggers a mischievous idea in Wyverns mind. His anger slowly disipates and an evil grin slowly makes its way across his face. Of COURSE! Why hadn't he thought of it before?! This entire party was like a huge bag of geld just waiting to be opened! Just look at this! RagingGoat dancing sweaty and nekkid on stage... a bite-sized, nekkid Harpy being carried off by an army of locusts... the Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen losing control of his temper... Rose-Zpock tripping out in Peredhils mask... This party was a regular blackmailers gold mine! Wyvern chuckles evily to himself, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. There was still money to be made at this party... The photographer, who has now finished his beer, declares "Fine... I'm leaving. What a waste of my time." But before he can even stand, Wyvern exclaims "No! Wait! I still have a job for you, actualy!" The photographer grunts and sits back down, muttering "This better be good..." "Here's what I'd like you to do..." Wyvern explains "I'm planning to make a... a..." (he thinks for a moment) a PHOTO ALBUM! Yeah, that's it. A photo album for the party. I was wondering if you could just take a few pictures of all of the main Archmages that have showed up thus far..." (Wyvern hands him a list of names) The photographer stares at the list of names and mutters "Fine..." He then looks at the grinning lizard and asks "I have a question: can I do the photos as I see fit?" (he points to a nekkid RagingGoat and a nekkid Scarlett) "This is not all kidee material, if you know what I mean..." Wyvern laughs and exclaims "Of course! In fact, the nastier the pictures, the better! Make them... truly unbeleivable!" "Right... gotcha..." The photographer fixes his camera lense and heads away from the bar. "This is going to cost you pal..." "Of course, of course! Do your job, and I'll pay!" Wyvern watches as the photographer heads off to the center of the party, his camera hidden beneath his robes as to not scare people who didn't want their picture taken. Wyvern smiles sinisterly and sits back on his bar stool, already counting the geld to be made in his head... ------------------ Wyvern ...almost a dragon. Proud Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Diplomat and representitive of Succubi or Bust (S.o.B )-BG Unofficial member of the Mr. Bunny fan club. "GIVE ME A CARROT GODDAMMIT!" -Mr. Bunny

Gwaihir But, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen had not been thinking about the persistance of Mishas. These were practiced at working in multiples, and not planning to get blown up. However, they didn't like to all stick to the same topic, so one stayed to bother The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen. This one felt that maybe he had been summoned by the god, and decided to stay and argue. "I'm as smart as any god." "Didn't you run into him too?" "You would be a more useful God if there was more than one of you." The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen was furious...

Lumpenproletariat OOC: Forced to post, yet again Wvyern [edit: tired, can't type properly] ~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~ A nose appears outside one of the windows, and a set of eyes to go with it. They scan the hall, and see two or three mages sitting under the sign "SwanSongers". lumpen leans aginst the outer side of the banquet hall. "Hmmmmm" He thinks to himself, "it's time to liven things up a bit, methinks" With that thought, there is a barely audible "Pop!" and a new figure on the outside of the Hall, he is furry all over, he is green, none other than The Grinch! The Grinch quickly scrabbles his way up the outer wall, and onto a corner of the roof to think. "Ahh yes, how cunningly dastardly, how fiendishly bamboozling (the weird words continue)....."

Orlan The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen was slightly angry to say the least. First of, when The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen took the time and effort to see the nekkid worshipper he had that can change size, he was using precious time he could have used to whip the thousands of monkies he has at his keyboards. However, before The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen could snatch the nekkid one, commotion uproared among his slaves...er I mean the other archmages. "Uhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnn....." The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen grunted to himself as he walked over to where the other mages were gathered staring at a fool on a table. Wyvern then ran smack into The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen. "Uhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnn, I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, am not a brick wall, salve. What is the commotion...not that I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, don't already know, but I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, would like a servant's opinion." "That guys strapped to a 'T' with explosives to blow up all the locusts!" The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen shrewdly looked at Wyvern, who looked somewhat like a Dragon, but not quite. The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen then turned to the exterminator strapped with C4. The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen dosen't like slaves who try to kill off his hoards of locusts. The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen walked over to the exterminator/soon-to-be-screwed-guy's table and stared at him. "Unnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh....I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, will not stoop myself to you level, slave of The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen. I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, shall let my Priest do the talking...or posting..." With that, the Tzim Squeaker crawler up The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen's rags and ran along his arm to his hand. The Tzim Squeaker wrote a little something on his/her/it's trusty post-it note pad and slapped it on the exterminator's chest. It read: "Beware the arrogant kid Misha....or Mishas". "What's a Mish...?" before the exterminator could stop, floods of MishaNiz's swarm into the room, all heading straight for the exterminator. Random coversation can be heard coming from all the Mishas. "No, Kendricke, I'm smarter then you!" "I have a 170 IQ, and I'm going to college!" "I have 30 mages, you only have one, loser!" "I don't like people who don't argue!" "Argue with me! I have no logical points!" "I'm l33t hax0r!" "I read a book that means nothing to me!" "I'm so good at Archmage!" "Kendricke is evil!" ...among others. The Mishas all started trying to argue with the exterminator about various topics...why the sky is not blue, what honor is, why he should be your god...etc. The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen did not usually submit his slaves to this much intensity, or evilness...but he liked his locusts. Apparently, the annoying Mishas did there job wonderfully, for instants later, the Exterminator was being carried away on the shoulders of the Misha's out the front door and towards the mountains....a good place to blow up random Mishas. The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen turned back to the frightened mages. "Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh....I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, have saved your puny lives. Not that I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, favor your lives or anything. But I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, don't like people messing with locusts. Now then...The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen wants to find the nekkid one who can change size, for this nekkid one, unlike all the other nekkid ones that The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen has dance around him constantly, intrigues him." Noone moved. "Uhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn, I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, mean go get her! It's so hard for The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen to get good help these days..." The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen starts to saunter/strut back to the bath houses, and stops.... "Uhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn...and another thing, Tzim Squeaker...I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, decree you shall not cast Wish again in here....I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, knows what happens when that goes wrong...and while I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, can easily make it all betterr, I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, am not anxious to do that..." The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen walked back to the baths...looking for his beer... ------------------ Orlan, Sexy Sexy Man The Lounge! Member of the Tribe S1 Lounge Lizard of Terra GuildMaster of "Nekkid Female Mages No. 1 FanClub and Worshippers" Bard Of Terra Member of Angels of Apocalypse on A1 Lover of Women Priest to the left side of the priest to the left side of the great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen. Elder of The Pen Is Mightier, Bard's Division (BH). Co-Leader of Angels of Apocalypse, Beta Division.

Wyvern No sooner has Wyvern made his way into the dance floor to congratulate Cerulean on her victory then he hears a number of frightened cries ring out from the audience. "What NOW?" he thinks to himself glumly. Wyvern makes his way to source of the screams and sees a person in an exterminator outfit standing on top of a dining table. It is the same exterminator that had crashed into Wyvern earlier on... Tim the exterminators name tag can no longer be seen as he has strapped a number of C4 explosives across his body. In one trembling hand, he holds a detenator. "All right! I'm ready for dem locusts NOW!" he screams. Tim then laughs insanely and puts a finger on the red button of the detenator. The surrounding Archmages scream once again and back away. "Where are the locusts?!" Tim cries out "I've got a BONE to pick with them!" Wyvern quickly rushes to call for security, realizing that there was enough C4 strapped to that man to level the entire Conservatory... ------------------ Wyvern ...almost a dragon. Proud Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Diplomat and representitive of Succubi or Bust (S.o.B )-BG Unofficial member of the Mr. Bunny fan club. "GIVE ME A CARROT GODDAMMIT!" -Mr. Bunny

Scarlett O'Harpy Scarlett trots into the middle of the room only to miss Silexion as he strolls back over to Cerulean. It is a very long way to retrace her mini steps - given her current size, so she determines to jump onto a passing shoe and catch a lift. Waiting for one travelling in the appropriate direction, she is unaware of Locust Commanders Gold, Red and Green advancing in cunning unison. In the bat of an eye Harpy is trussed up and slung onto the backs of the transport party, who whisk her away to Meet Their Leader in the fashion of those Locusts who have watched too many Godawful B movies. She's whisked quickly between the feet of The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, and his black-clad follower, and out the other side before she can emit even the tiniest of squeaks. Gazing longingly over her shoulder at the sexy, sexy Pharaoh, Scarlett sighs and wonders how in heaven's name she's going to get herself out of this one... ------------------ Scarlett O'Harpy The two phases of fire are craving and satiety

Holy Chaos Completely confused, HolyChaos scratched his head and sat down in a corner. He laid the bid ugly stick ™ on a nearby table, and said "I need some asprin". ------------------ - HolyChaos - Holy bringer of Chaos - Blessing be upon you, and may you live and die in peace - Proud colonel and MODERATOR of the Celtic Warrior boards HolyChaos@Hotmail.com Ascendant Guide Nether Guide

Tzimfemme and Rydia In a secluded alcove, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen and his black-clad follower lounge in a hot tub and consume vast quantities of alcohol. However, the follower's mug empties far, far more slowly, and the mage is already swaying. With much deliberation, the marker wobbles over another Post-It note, which is presented to The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen: Hey, whatbout we go out and see the ('male strippers' has been scratched out at this point) fifty foot tall nekkid chick? "The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen has no need to stare at a single nekkid chick when The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen ought to have fifty nekkid chicks tending to his every need," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. The black-clad mage poofs out the hood with an unhappy exhalation and points with a not-quite-skeletal hand. The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen squints through the steam and sees Scarlett shrink down to normal size. "I have never seen a babe able to change her size at will. Not that I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, do not know all and see all, but I could not burden myself with knowing all the petty tricks my subjects do. But this amuses The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, and I, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen, will favor this babe with some of my valuable time." So proclaiming, The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen heaved himself out of the hot tub and struts--saunters, rather--over to the spot where a full-size Scarlett O'Harpy had been. The black-clad mage stumbles out of the hot tub and shuffles over to the stage, only to find that the strip act ended while the message was being composed. "Damn," the mage whispers softly. ********* As the message was being written, Rose-Zpock gently picks up a half-mask which Pere-dricke had left on the table in his haste to Reveal Truth to the Enemies of Righteousness. Unbeknowst to her, the half-elf had tripped his attire with a Lose 3 Levels spell. Rosemary's mind suddenly drops to conform to the mind of her great-grandchilde. . .the black sheep of Mary Michael's line. . .the most infamous object of ridicule to ever trot down the city streets. . .Ferms. Rosemary screams, scattering the admiring hangers-on, as they all appear to have smurflike features. She whirls around at a hint of "La la la la la la" behind her, but sees nothing. She bites down on her lip and tries to tell herself that someone has just done to her what she did to those poor lonely ladies. . .just a touch of Dementation. . .that's all. . .not the truth behind everything. Not the way things really are. NOT THE ONLY LIFE SHE HAS EVER KNOWN. She glances at the mask--the only object not touched by dozens of singing, laughing smurfs--and sees the little white rose engraved on it. Taking that as a ward against smurfs, she bolts for the Legion of the White Rose and safety. ------------------ Tzimfemme (the naked); "Deleting nothing between maiden and mage" Rydia adorned with pearls; Owner of the Anti-Spam Carp Minta Rose, sunshine and moonlight; Calculus for the Masses!, Server Guilded Proprietress of Happy Hentai Wholesale, Angels of Apocalypse, Ager Guilded Constant Reader and Moderator, General Assembly and Ager Guilded

Silexion Watching with great interest at the game of chance unfolding at the casino table, Silexion realises that there was a way of helping Scarlett out of her current predicament. He was briefly distracted by the groans of Cerulean and her friends. Evidently Wyvern had won the hand. And with that, all of Cerulean's gifts and a ton of geld. The thought of bisecting Wyvern with Excalibur ran through his mind, but this is expressly forbidden. At a party of ArchMages. A hollow feeling left him as he heard the tiny but recognisable voice of Scarlett. She was offering a kind of double or nothing to Wyvern...and Wyvern accepted !! Well, the resourceful Scarlett... As the terms were discussed Silexion headed in the direction of Zool's box (the one pulled to the corner by Scarlett) to see if his idea was feasible. There at the bottom of the box lay a small piece of cake(eat me) from the original. Pulling out his trusty analytical balance (in his profession one goes nowhere without one) and scribbling some calculations on the boxtop, he determined and measured a precise dosage of cake that would restore Scarlett to her previous perfect proportion. Wrapping the requisite cake in glassine paper, he turned to walk to the casino table. Halfway there he heard a cry,"NOOOOO." And realised that Scarlett had won the day. Wyvern was slinking away and Cerulean lifted Scarlett and was thanking her. Scarlett, suddenly quite proud of her good deed, jumped from Cerulean's shoulder and strutted her tiny nekkid self across the card table. Silexion sidled up to Cerulean. "I guess you'll be busy tonight opening up your pressies." "So it would seem." "Well, I am happy for you. The lizard-guy is an interesting chap, but these are meant for you." *pointing to the emormous pile* The band began to play a song by Dire Straits, "Would you care to dance?" Cerulean looked at him, "You don't need approval from your lawyer for this, do you?" "Not at all. My contract allows dancing in public. But first, Scarlett." "WHAT? YOU..." "Nooo, wait." Silexion pulls out the carefully wrapped morsel of cake. "I just measured this out for her. It will restore her to her original size. Here." And he handed Cerulean the antidote. She took the wrapped morsel and slipped it into her cleavage, smiling. "Shall we dance,Silexion?" ------------------ Silexion CellarMaster/Cavist

Mindspawn The belligerent attitude among the horde of locusts roaming around, looking for imposters or some other form of trouble, has almost evaporated entirely, replaced by a feeling of sullen disappointment, when the leader suddenly spots something very small scuttling along on the floor. "Hey! Look down there!", he calls to his companions, excitedly pointing at Harpy, who is on her way to find Silexion again. The horde is immediately cheered up by this discovery, sensing that here is something small enough for them to have some serious fun with, at last. "All wings report in!" After the initial excitement of his timely discovery, the leader remembers his responsibilities. "Gold leader standing by." "Red leader standing by." "Green leader standing by." The horde splits up in preparation for the attack... Gold leader: "I'm starting my attack run." Red leader: "I'm going to cut across the axis and try to draw her attention." The disciplined and coordinated assault catches Harpy off guard, and she is carried off by the horde... Elsewhere... Rushing into the casino area after cleaning up both himself and his Tyrion costume, Mindspawn almost bumps into Cerulean for the second time of the evening. Skidding to a stop, he breathlessly asks her: "Where is everybody? What happened to the card game? Oh no, don't tell me I missed your final showdown with Wyvern!" Although being very disappointed upon hearing that this is indeed the case, Mindspawn is still relieved to learn that Cerulean is still in possession of all her gifts. "But you look troubled, Cery. What's on your mind?", he asks after settling down again. "What's that? Cake? Oh, to help Harpy, eh?" Smoothing out his clothing, he reluctantly adds "Well, I know a way, but I'm not so sure I want to help her, after she threw me in that ghastly pool." Cerulean quickly reminds him that Harpy is her friend, and that she is sure that Harpy didn't mean for Mindspawn to end up in the pool. Besides, it is her un-birthday, after all. "Oh, all right. I couldn't say no to you when you put it that way. Well, the solution is simple - just use your Ring of Djinni Summoning, and you'll have your cake in no time!" ------------------ Seekers of Babylon (SoB) - BG -Scholars Order -Dragon Knights Order "So many good ideas have to be discarded, simply because they won't work." -David Eddings, The Sapphire Rose Embraced by the darkness, breathing it in.

Cerulean Cerulean lifts her tiny companion to the floor where she scampers off to find Silexion once more. "Aren't you going to do anything about your size Harpy", she calls after her, concerned. But Scarlett waves a hand dismissively and cheeps out "Just find some more cake, that's what did it last time!", before disappearing ankle-height into the crowd. Cerulean walks slowly back to the card table. The Casino is deserted now, and she wishes to take a moment to gather her thoughts. As she is about to enter, she spies a smiling Wyvern making his way out into the ball room, and presses herself against the wall so he may pass without notice. This just didn't add up! The last she saw of Wyvern, he was wailing about his loss to Harpy, scribblng notes of despair on parchments, and trembling with rage. She strolls over to the gambling table where the two drawn cards lie discarded. Scarlett's is face up, clearly the '2 of Ickies', Wyvern's however, is unrevealed still. And now she thinks about it, he never did show the card, simply indicated his loss on a notice. Hesitantly she turns over the 'losing' card, and is astounded to see the '16 of Clowns'. That would have easily beaten Harpy's. Maybe it was as Finnius/Canid suggested she mused, Pekkle had deceived Wyvern into thinking he had the lowest card. But something still gnawed at her... if that were the case, why would he be smiling secretly where nobody could witness it. Cerulean comes to the unmistakeable conclusion that Wyvern threw the game deliberately so as not to ruin her party. "You wily old dragon", she grins to herself. Her first instinct was to tell everyone what he had done, but on reflection she decides not to. "I'd better not let out his secret, wouldn't want to spoil his rep as a mischief-maker, although Lord knows there are enough of those around here!". She considers her very own mischief-making friend, and ponders on where she can get some kind of cake at short notice. She had heard that Hydrus was a master in this department, but hadn't seen him yet at the party. "Perhaps he'll show if I ask nicely enough", she thinks, "I ought to send a messenger out immediately." ------------------ Cerulean Dark Mistress of the Desert Guardian of the sacred stick of celery Member of: Scarlet or Blue? - SoB - BG Babe who is the Color of the Sky of The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen

Finnius Pekkle had set up an elaborate illusion, only to have it spoiled by Wyvern doing something nice. Maybe he wasn't so un-nice after all. Then she saw him swindling some poor mage out of his pants, and changed her mind again. At that very moment, somewhere in eyesight of Pekkle, How had he done it?! The *@!%&*@! lizard had won twelve straight times! Well, a bet was a bet, and there was no way out of it. It wouldn't be the first time tonight. The blue mage takes off his pants, and hands them to Wyvern. Moments later, he realizes that he hadn't been wearing any pants.

Wyvern Upon hearing Scarletts response to Wyvs question, Raptures eyes practicaly bulge out of their sockets and his arms go limp. Wyvern thinks for a moment, entranced, and then writes: "Y-yourself?" Scarlett hesitates, then nods solemnley. Wyvern writes on the same sheet: "So... so you'll become my personal slave if I win?" Scarlett takes a deep gulp, and then nods again. Wyvern jumps up and runs in circles around the room excited. He has to beat Buba up to calm himself down. Quickly, he scribbles: "You're on!" The two mages sit down in spots at the gambling table opposite from each other. Each is handed a deck of cards. The miniature Scarlett looks up at Wyv and says: "We'll draw the top card, and whoever has the highest valued card will win." Wyvern nervously nods in understanding, placing one hand at the top of the deck. Scarlett does similarly, her hand trembling, realizing that this single draw could very well decide her fate. She shudders at the thought of perhaps losing her freedom (and probably her sanity ) to the overgrown lizard. The two draw at the same time... Scarlett stares in horror at the card she's draw: the '2 of Ickies', one of the lowest ranked cards in the deck! Wyvern sees Scarletts face of shock and holds up a sign that asks: "What did you get?" Scarlett breaks down and cries out "the '2 of Ickies'! I'm doomed!" Wyvern holds up another sign, demanding: "Errr... what rank is the '1 of Ickies'...?" On hearing this, Scarletts face lights up and she cries with delight. The '1 of Ickies' was probably the only card lower than the '2 of Ickies' in the deck! "I WON!" she screams out. Wyvern holds up a sign on which is written in huge letters the word "WHAT???!!!". He sees Buba taking the presents, along with Wyverns previous bag of wins, back to the center of the party near Cerulean. Wyvern is so furious he lifts the "Locust-be-Gone" and smashes it to peices on the floor. After he has regathered his toungue, he cries out: "NOOOOOOOOOO! Impossible! I was so CLOSE!" Seeing his pile of chips getting farther and farther away from him, he jumps at the gambling pieces and tries stuffing as many as he can into his mouth. Thankfully, he is stopped by the casino security. Cerulean and Harpy, along with the other observers of the match, leave Wyvern to mope by himself. The overgrown lizard is throwing a regular fit on the floor about his loss... After all the others have left and the coast is clear, Wyvern gets back on his feet. Sitting by himself at the gambling table that is no longer his, he smiles and looks at the card he had drawn, the '16 of Clowns'. He realized the card was ranked far above the '2 of Ickies', and that he could have had Harpy as his slave for life... but it was Ceruleans birthday, and she hadn't looked very happy about her loss... Besides, Wyv didn't think Scarlett was very fond of the idea of becoming his slave either... He hoped this victory had cheered Cerulean up. Shuffling the card back in the deck and heading off to join the others, Wyvern takes one last look back at the deck of cards... This was the first time he had lied for the happiness of someone else rather then his own benefit... "Stupid game..." he mutters to himself smiling while heading back to the central dance floor... ------------------ Wyvern ...almost a dragon. Proud Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Diplomat and representitive of Succubi or Bust (S.o.B )-BG Unofficial member of the Mr. Bunny fan club. "GIVE ME A CARROT GODDAMMIT!" -Mr. Bunny

Finnius Wyvern had forgotten one very important fact, as he sat down to play the final (For real this time.) hand of Dragons & Skulls. He had forgotten that he had won all of Cerulean's presents, and that Pekkle was one of those presents. --------------------------------------------- Pekkle had finally found someone she didn't like. Wyvern had made the nice lady who had taken her in cry. And that was not nice! And so it was, that with all the forewarning of a ten year old demon, Pekkle pulled her first malicious prank. And what a prank it was. First off, she left the deck alone, and went for Wyvern's eyes themselves. Everything he saw was now distorted to look reversed from what it previously had been. Including the cards. The lowest looked to be the highest, and vice versa. Next, she changed Cerulean's hand to look like they were all low cards. When Wyvern saw them, he would see nothing he could beat. Finally, she took her place behind Cerulean, to make sure nothing went wrong. If this didn't work, she would have to go home with the mean Wyvern. And if that happened, Wyvern would get to see Pekkle throw her first tantrum, assuming he survived it.

Cerulean Someone drops a pin. It spirals through the pathos-laden air like a bullet in a Peckinpah movie. Frame by eternal frame we watch the pin plummet, until eventually, it clangs onto the ground, rending the silence with its steely clatter. Noone moves. Noone that is, aside from Buba, who continues packing up present after present, and whistling cheerfully. The song he has chosen to accompany his task rips through Cerulean's heart, as softly she begins mouthing the words along with the ogre. "Nobody knows where that Wyvern has gone, But my presents left the same time. Why is he wearing the ring? (of Djinni summoning) When it's supposed to be mi-i-ine. It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, Cry if I want to, Cry if I want to. You would cry too if it happened to you-oo-oo." She stops, to take one of the tissues which are being hastily passed around the Hall. Wyvern stretches lazily, grins at the glowering crowd and scrawls out a sign: "That's the lot Buba - drop 'em off at my place, quick as ya can." Determined to remain aloof and controlled - even admidst the sympathetic sobbing - and not give vent to an emotional display, Cerulean smiles a smile of dignified resignation - then stamps on Wyvern's foot - HARD! "Take them! Take them all!", she whispers. "All my beautiful gifts from my wonderful friends..." "Will do", says the sign. "Thanks very much!" Wyvern leans over to Cerulean, who inclines her head gently, and with a snatching movement, he tears the ornamental brooch of a golden celery stalk off Cerulean's party dress. As he grasps the precious gift bestowed upon her by HolyChaos, Wyvern catches the pin on the silk in his haste, and tears a ragged hole. His work here finished, Wyvern is about to make his way out of the Hall, when a bolt of pain explodes in his ankle. A tiny manicured hand is wound around his skin, fingernails dug deep down into his flesh. Wyvern doesn't have to wonder for too long. The colour of the nail polish is scarlet... "Not so fast buster!" squeaks a tinny voice from three inches above floor level. It had nearly killed her to leave Silexion alone, she was hoping to play the damsel in distress card with that one. But needs must when the devil calls, or in this case - the Wyvern. Even for Harpy, business must occasionally come before pleasure, she was shrewd enough to realise that. If little else... Wyvern stooped even lower, to face the vituperative red head. "Yes my dear", his next sign drawled. "And what can I do for you little lady?" "One final bet", spat out Harpy. "Everything rests on the turn of a single card. Everything...or nothing." More hasty scribbles on parchment "But what could you possibly gamble my dear? I've already won everything" Wyvern sweeps his arms wide in an expansive gesture. "Myself", peeps Scarlett grimly. "I'll wager myself. Now are you in, or are you chicken?" ------------------ Cerulean Dark Mistress of the Desert Guardian of the sacred stick of celery Member of: Scarlet or Blue? - SoB - BG Babe who is the Color of the Sky of The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen

Peredhil The Young Lad was just about to become an old Half-Elf when the Dove plummeted in exhaustion from the sky. Ever-alert, Nuncio caught the fatigued bird before it hit the ground. "Yo, Boss. Da boid's back." All three looked in amazement at the red cable the Dove had carried; No wonder the poor pidgey was pooped! The lad made a mental note not to invest so much passion and energy into a Letter of Honour. Holding the Dove on his palm, he waved his hand over its head. The bird shimmered and became a parchment with a party to-do list. Further down the page however, was the Object of his Current Desire - the reason why the Dove had sought him out. "Scarlett O'Harpy's in trouble," murmured the handsome lad. "The flame dame?" inquired Guido with interest. "Da one gots da nice gams?!" he continued with an appreciative smile. Deep in thought, the youth ignored the guinea pig. A damsel in distress, a call to Honour. As a different Knight of the Rose had once said, 'My honor is my life.' The lad brightened. He wouldn't even have to change back to Manifest his power, the Personae and his own inclination matched perfectly. He examined the cable minutely. "This is one of Scarlett's sinciput hairs!" he said in astonishment. The Pigs looked at each other with simultaneous sigh, sharing an unspoken regret: Whatever a sinciput was, the hair wasn't curly. The lad laughed merrily and long. This was a simple transformation, abet with the standard provisions providing for magical enhancement of bone and sinew to avoid collapsing as the mass grew. With another wave, the Dove was back. The Lad softly chanted Words of Power to which the Dove listened with grave interest. Finally it nodded its head and took wing. Bending down, the youth took the single strand of red hair lying in the dust and put it carefully in a locket. Peredricke continued on his way. A flash of pristine white! The Dove began winging its way toward the damaged Banquet Hall. Masonry and drywall, lumber and plaster, balustrades and banisters were slowly shifting to occupy the space the Giant Nekkid Scarlett had once filled. The ominous rumbles as the building shifted and settled on the the remaining supports went unnoticed by most, masked in the noise and frivolty of the party atmosphere. Finally the Dove arrived in a flutter of wings and air, perching on Scarlett's creamy shoulder. "What now!" Scarlett growled, turning to head to deal with the tiny pricklings where the Dove's claws clenched. Scarlett's eyes crossed crossly as she tried to focus on the diminuative bird, then she smiled sweetly. She WAS hungry... With a peck, a coo, and a gentle fowl kiss, the spell the Dove carried triggered. The bird fled back to the safety of Cerulean's side as Scarlett began RAPIDLY shrinking! Healed of all scrapes and cuts, the three-inch Scarlett seized the moment to kick Haruchi in the eye, and then scampered in and out among the stomping feet of the oblivious festive crowd. This was ridiculous! She normally wore HEELS taller than she was now. "Look!" A drunken voice boomed high above her, "Iz TINKER BELL! Com'ere lil' fairy..." A snap and a scream later, Scarlett gnawed on ladyfingers as she tried to think her way out of this situation. One thing was clear. Reading the small print on the contract was no longer a problem. ------------------ Elrond Peredhil, 31 Bard of Terra The Pen is Mightier than the Sword-BH Seekers of Babylon, Order of Scholars-BG A Polite Mage ~Searching for Quality, not Quantity, in posting~ ~Member of Nekkid Mages #1 Fanclub and Worshippers~ Official Member of the Mr. Bunny Fan Club

Wyvern A bead of sweat drop off of Wyvern's brow. It was the moment of truth... The dice were in his posession, and suddenly the game seemed very easy to Wyvern... very easy indeed. He noticed that if he got the fated Snowball in this next draw, the match (along with riches beyond his imagination) would be his... Wyverns hand trembles as he slowly reveals the next card of his deck. He draws, and is disappointed to find that it is not the Snowball, but rather a card called "The Spatula of Wisdom". Wyvern is about to forfeit seeing that he drew this card, but suddenly realizes he still has a chance. The Spatula allowed you to shuffle the deck and pick the top card at random. It was a long shot since there was only one Chamonix Snowball in his deck... but it was still worth a try. Cerulean, who was now no longer so certain of herself, desperatly tries to make out Wyverns facial expression. Wyvern holds up a sign that reads: "Now, I've got you!" He plays the Spatula card and shuffles his deck. He draws the top card, only to find that Lady Luck is truly on his side. The card was the very card he had been hoping for, the devastatingly powerfull Chamonix Snowball. Wyvern plays the card and the crowd goes silent. Cerulean and Finnius' mouths drop open in disbeleif. The overgrown lizard had won once again. Cerulean tries to speak, but finds herself unable to do so. Although the expression on Wyverns face does not change due to his toungue, he jumps up and down and scrawls on a parchment in enormous, jagged letters: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!! I WIN!!! I WIN! IT'S MINE!!! ALL MINE!!!" The people at the center of the parties attentions towards Scarlett are temporarily diverted as an ogre rides up in a mini-carrier vehical to take all of Ceruleans presents. The presents are taken from the parties center and placed behind Wyvern, on his stack of wins. During this time, Ceruleans visage of disbeleif has not changed. Finnius, along with others, try to console the rather emotionaly struck birthday girl. Wyvern scrawls something else on a sign and holds it up to Cerulean. It reads: "Better luck next time! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" ------------------ Wyvern ...almost a dragon. Proud Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze. Diplomat and representitive of Succubi or Bust (S.o.B )-BG Unofficial member of the Mr. Bunny fan club. "GIVE ME A CARROT GODDAMMIT!" -Mr. Bunny

Cerulean Meanwhile, and back at the Casino Wyvern has played the Pekkle card, and holds up a sign reading: "A-HA!" Cerulean considers her hand. She fans out the cards so they are visible to all on her side of the table. Pekkle seems to be particularly interested in the 'Bilberry of Doom' card, so Cerulean places it confidently on the table. Wyverns shivers visibly, his nose buried in his card hand. He glances at Cerulean, then reaches for another parchment to write a quick message. Grasping the opportunity, Cerulean whispers gently in Pekkle's ear. The young girl smiles, and skips over to Wyvern. Her eyes open wide, and a shimmering look passes between her and the over-grown lizard. He blinks heavily, then reconsiders his next card. Without warning, colours and spots start to flash before Wyvern's eyes. His cards mingle suits and the images bob and sway like a Kafka-esque knitting pattern. He finishes scrawling his next notice: "?" And Cerulean whistles innocently. "Give it up Wyvern", she beams, "I've got you now!" Wyvern growls in distress, and taking one wobbly card at random, he hurls it down in front of Cerulean. Cerulean's side gasp, and exchange dark looks. Wyvern has played the 'Wallaby King'. Cerulean confers with her friends. She has a tough decision ahead. If she plays her 'Camel Tamer Supreme' card, that would beat the 'Wallaby King', unless Wyvern is in possession of the 'Chamonix Snowball'. If he has this fine card, the match and her unbirthday are pretty much over. Cerulean fidgets nervously. Her tongue pokes out in concentation, and she is twizzling a loop of hair repeatedly. Should she risk it? Does Wyv have the one card which would clinch it for him? She cannot let such a grave decision rest on chance, and determines to use fair means or foul to assure victory. Under the table she feels a cool hand upon her own. The hand taps her urgently and prises open her fingers placing a small dice into her palm. Cerulean's smile widens as she remembers the attributes of her gift. Raising her hand above the table, she prepares to roll the dice, and receive all the knowledge it has to impart. A shriek of fury interrupts the action. Mindspawn/Tyrion is advancing at an alarming pace, dripping in something we shall not here name. He barges through the crowd, elbows akimbo and hurtles into Cerulean in his distress. "Will you pleeeease keep that nekkid witch away from me?!!", he cries, gesturing wildly at the distant Harpy, and gazing forlornly at his ruined attire. The momentum of his impact sends Cerulean flying off her chair. She extends her hands to cushion the fall and the dice squeezes out of her grasp. She watches helpless as it rolls away, directly into the stooping Wyvern's hand. "Gee thanks Cery, you're a pal", says the sign. Wyvern's eyes glitter. Cerulean holds her breath. ------------------ Cerulean Dark Mistress of the Desert Guardian of the sacred stick of celery Member of: Scarlet or Blue? - SoB - BG Babe who is the Color of the Sky of The Great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen

Scarlett O'Harpy Scarlett is confused. Although she now appears to have returned to her original size, she doesn't know whether the reversed process occurred due to the liquid she ingested (which tasted remarkably like wine and not potion) or the contraction she was forced to sign. Either way, she determines to keep out of Zool's way for a little while until she has managed to acquire, shall we say, the contract and small print out of the hands of the opportunistic Zool. Struggling to keep her balance without six inch heels to depend on, Harpy wonders what's impeding her legendary wiggle. Her movements seem to entail the raising of one very heavy foot, then dragging it bumpily along the floor. Her other foot appears to step quite normally - thus giving her gait an apparently drunken reel. Swiftly tiring of this awkward motion, she gazes down at her feet, only to see Haruchi/Orlan and Mindspawn/Tyrion with their jaws firmly clamped around one sole. They have now been dragged half-way across the Hall, but show no sign of releasing their grip. "It is NOT chicken", Harpy howls, striving to shake them off, and kicking at them wildly with her free foot. She manages to dislodge Mindspawn and send him careering into the pool, Haruchi is not so easily removed. Just then she hears a sonorous voice crooning out the words of "Scarlett ain't no Harlot", and swings round as best she can - dragging the carpet-crawling mage along with her - to face Silexion. "Get off my foot, NOW!" she hisses menacingly down at Haruchi who is unperturbed by her scowl, and hangs on for dear life. "You're cramping my style!" To Silexion, she flashes a smile brighter than an errant sunray, and struggles to remember if they have met in a previous incarnation. ( ) He certainly looks very familiar. She tosses her hair out of her eyes and gazes wantonly at the silexy, silexy, victim. Silexion glances nervously around him, unsure whether to run now, or brave the encounter. Sensing his hestitation, Scarlett inches forward and explains that she has a business proposition to put to him. "I believe you know a good lawyer", she winks, "If you would care for a little mint tea, we could discuss the matter of a contract I need to... uhm... disengage myself from..." ------------------ Scarlett O'Harpy The two phases of fire are craving and satiety