Peredhil

I love the results when someone has a Muse. I could see an Elf having come up with this.

Well done! Welcome to the Pen.

0. [Female] - Melba 1. [Verb, past tense] - flounced 2. [Adjective]- enormously 3. [Adjective]- rosette 4. [Noun]- Potato Chip 5. [Noun]- Spatula 6. [Noun]- George Foreman Grill 7. [body Part]- huge nostrils 8. [Verb, past tense]- sizzled 8.5 [Male]- Wyvern 9. [Car part]- under the passenger side floor mat 10. [Adjective]- hirstute 11. [Verb, past tense]- Break-Danced 12. [Noun]- Thunderclouds 13. [Adjective]- Ominous

Guido looked with an incredulous grin from Bravery, oh 'cuse me, Thuggity, to Peredhil, who was still deep in thought, to Nuncio, who'd settled back into his chair with a delighted smile of his own. "Well dear brother," Nuncio said smugly, "It appears you've been challenged." He continued with a happy sigh, "It appears there is justice after all." Guido turned and eyed the dwarf with mixed emotions. He really liked the little guy, but he'd been called out. Normally by now, he'd have taken the guns and tried body art with them, but Peredhil had a knack of coming back to reality at the most awkward times, this was one of the Seven Pen Dwarves, and it might put a damper on the poetic mojo. As Guido hesitated, Thomas, turning to watch the Raven's bow as his performance concluded, tripped over Thuggity. Guido and Nunico dove under the table, one paw reaching up to snag Peredhil down after. Thomas went down in a tangle of limbs with Thuggity, Thompson sub-machine guns flying one way as glassway and tray flew the other. As the glasses shattered, spewing contents in alcoholic pools, the Tommy guns hit and began firing. In the sort of improbablity that seemed to delight and cavort with Wyvern's presents and plans, the bullets managed not to wound anyone - almost. Wyvern's fluted glass shattered, along with the held glasses of most of the crowd, Cryptomancer lost the very tip of a tail feather, and Minx watched a single severed whisker fall. There was silence in the room. Then in a whooshing inhalation, most were talking at once. Peredhil, oblivious to the moment, continued to mutter fragments such as "moon... june... cliched! Argh. Calamity... don't ya see... Pit!" An ochre liquid pooled around his right sleeve, and suddenly he was jerked back to awareness. Guido and Nuncio, guns at alert and scanning the crowd for reaction, both jumped as a muffled voice came from beneath them. Unfortunately, as they were under the table, they both bonked their heads. The voice repeated itself most calmly. "Why am I under bodyguard butts?" As the Guinea Pigs scrambled to uncover their Boss, they winced to hear, "Why is my Armani raw silk shirt sleeve now dissolving in what appears to be Ole Peculiar?" They pulled Peredhil from the floor and began daubing ineffectually at the sleeve in question. Peredhil blinked at the display of Bravery trying to get free of a very helpful but clumsy young man whose eager apologies and attempts to help were keeping them tangled in a heap on the floor. Taking in the shattered glass and spray of drinks, he took a deep breath and pinched his nose lightly. Guido and Nuncio stopped daubing and moved away slowly. Reaching over to Guido, Peredhil removed a knife from the frozen Pig and delicately cut away the dissolving sleeve. He silently passed the knife back. With a sigh, he chanted softly Words, and sealed them with a Gesture. The broken glass was gone. The rest of the glassware was now unbreakable. "Help them to their feet please." With a final rueful glance at his sleeve, he went back to trying to think of a piece worthy of Reverie.

Wowsers! Being meter-challenged, I'm particularly impressed. Gives the Q-B a big hug of support (and Vlad's right, you don't have to do Ancients! We advise, and kibbitz, but don't vote. )

wow you're good!

Guido gave a happy sigh as the psychic poem ended. He felt sorry for his Boss, who had automatic defenses against such things and simply hadn't heard it. A closed mind catches no poems. Peering at Peredhil, Guido began to smile to himself. Peredhil was too polite not to listen, but sometimes he didn't catch everything... "Say Boss, wouldn't it be a Good Idea if you sent Nuncio up to the Stage. It would help him to grow." Peredhil started as if poked with a needle. "Umm, quite right, I owe you the change to grow, and promote growth. Nuncio, you jump right on that!" Peredhil settled back into tracing runes with his finger on the table that only he could see. Nuncio sat with mouth firmly shut, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at Guido. Guido sat back slowly and smiled back. "Nunce, you heard da Boss. Go grow." With a black look that should've struck the snickering Guido with plague or lightning, or at least stopped the gleam in his eyes, Nuncio made his way slowly to the sign-up book. Unfortunately, no one leapt in front of him. Guido squirmed in gleeful anticipation. Nuncio forgot how to talk small when nervous. With a deep sigh he signed his name, and mounted the stage, squinting out against the light. He winced at the thuds and squeals as he tried to adjust the mike up, and settled for crouching slighly. "Ummm" He jumped back in surprise, reflexively drawing a gun as his voice blared out over the speakers. Reluctantly approaching, he tried again, and ended up nearly whispering, totally forgetting he still had a drawn gun in his paw. I am an unostentatious guinea pig, of sicilean genesis you know. I'm not a trouveur or adherent of any singular manifestations of a Muse. I'm longsuffering and longanimous to a fault As is attested by unending tolerance of Guido's abuse. You may ascertain a pulchritudinous Rodent of Unusual Size, And While I'm not an loquacious open-mike dazzler or pursy poetic peer, I've learned to show bravado when thrust into the spotlight To disregard the ignis fatuus of fame lest a cicatrix be found in a derogitory sniggle or leer. Such a laudable clientele of dramaturgic devotees deserve better than a besetment pest So I retreat to my seat having done my best. With a jerky bow, Nuncio raced back to the table.

Guido stood and applauded Thomas loudly, hooting in competition to the owls. When Nuncio pulled him back into his seat, he turned and remark, "Wassamadder? Anyone gets up in front of da crowd is my winner. Its a lot scarier up der dan in da crowd!" Nuncio sat back and studied Guido under lowered lids. Every once in a while, his flake of a brother would say something profound. The problem was trying to decide whether this was one or not...

Peredhil sat pensively brooding, his Muse remaining teasingly beyond reach, his attention not on the scene before him. Guido leaned over to Nuncio and whispers, "Yowse! D'youse see Wyv's threads? His bling is all o'er dat t'ing!" Nuncio just sniffed distainfully, ignoring Guido who was now bouncing to the beat. "Hey Nunce, youse oughtta go up to da mike while da Boss tries to t'ink somet'in up." Guido gave his toothy grin. "Youse all smart and wordy like dat, ya know." "What do you know?" Nuncio snarled back, " You can't even do a limerick!" With a laugh, Guido struts over to the book and signs with a flourish. "Yo youse bums da big pig's in da house I ain't too pretty but I ain't no louse I dress real sharp and I carries a gun An' I likes ta shoot; I t'ink its fun- da-mental to de kinda Bodyguard I wanna be I like fightin' and cuttin' and shootin' for free I ain't got no street cred; I doan even know what dat means but I gotta lotta bucks if youse countin' dem monied beans And if youse wanna start it den, youse jist gots da be Guin- ea piggied and sweet to da beat of da Sicilean twins. Name up Nuncio. Word up fun. Hand's up fer me." Very agile for a portly guinea pig, Guido dodges the thrown glass from his brother and struts back to his seat - where Nuncio kicks him under the table. Peredhil just sighs as he sits, bereft of inspiration.

Works on many levels for me. From the man raging against God, to the cog in the political machine, to someone frustrated with fate. I'm really likin' your poems.

Nuncio pushed his chair back and dabbed hastily at the Pina Colada staining his suit. "Boss?" He said helplessly, then sighed in relief as Peredhil absently provided a cleaning spell. Nuncio's suit was clean, as was the table, and Thomas. And the floor, and the glasses, now uncontaminated by beverages. Minor loose dirt was gone, nasal passages cleared, and earwax no longer blocked ear canals. Guido, quick as always, had pushed back his chair to avoid Peredhil's spell. When Peredhil was preoccupied, he always meant well, but one had to be careful what was asked. Both bodyguards sighed. It was gonna be a long night unless Peredhil could come up with an inspiration. Nuncio ordered a new drink.

1. a Pen member - Guido the Bartender 2. animal (plural) - Wombats 3. Verb that signifies moving - Teleport(ing) 4. a Pen member - Gwaihir 5. animal - Giant Sea Snail 6. verb - kiss 7. place - Catacombs 8. an event - Lunar eclipse 9. verb - osculate 10. verb - punch 11. noun - Safe 12. verb - pinch 13. adjective - spiffy 14. noun - corset

Happy wishes, X'

Some of the resulting stories are wonderfully smile producing. *hugs Wyv'* Thank you!

LoreMaster, Elder, Ancient, creator of our first web site (on Ezboard), and the one who moved us to the second (still on Ezboard). Happy Birthday.

I still haven't forgiven Lucas from changing the original epic plan. I'd heard an interview on a Texas radio station when they were playing the radio version of Starwars Episode IV. The original concept was to present in nine parts. I-III - Anakin's rise and fall to the Dark Side IV-VI - Luke's rise and fall to the Dark Side in killing his father VII-IX - Leia's rise and redemption of the SkyWalker family He changed it for episode VI because he was sick of the egos and stupidity and swore never to work this damaged saga again. Then the popularity, the advance in technology, and the fan base from the books seduced him to the Hollywood side.

1) A Female Member of the Pen - Tanuchan 2) An Animal - Platypus 3) Verb ending in "ing" - cutting 4) A Male Member of the Pen - Wyvern 5) Adjective - meritorious 6) An Article of Clothing - corset 7) A Mode of Transporation - crawling A Location - ceiling 9) A Landmark - Tower of Elders 10) Adjective - delirious 11) Plural Noun - ceremonies 12) Verb ending in "ing"- calling 13) Noun - snot 14) A Liquid - snot 15) A Female Celebrity - Tzimfemme 16) An Article of Clothing - underwear 17) Noun - speaker 18) A Colour - purple 19) A Part of Body - breasteses 20) Noun - Pen

I send you a description of Guido and his strategies. Feel free to PM me for any questions or clarifications on playing him. I'm looking forward to reading this blow by blow game.

That's wonderful. =)

I was gonna reply to this poem earlier, but I just couldn't work up the energy... But seriously, I see the protagonist of this poem all too often in Real Life. You captured him well.

I like this somber tender piece. I found myself mentally transposing one line, "Oh goddess, beautiful and weeping" but I don't know why, so as a suggestion it would be suspect. Wlecome back.

LOL. Now *that* is a switch! The Power of Mundanity!

I'll attend, I'm not sure in what capacity. I'm sorry I won't know more until life settles a little.

When it is so bad When you are lost in the thorns When ending it all seems preferable That's when you break free. Take yourself Take the kids Take the car and the savings Flee. If you die, what have you lost?

*hugs!*