Peredhil

~Picking up the Story~ (from the archives of peredhil31) Message From Ozymandias (#2423) at Fri Nov-03-2000 15:38:52 Thanks. I needed a good laugh. You, sir, will go far in this oragnization... Speaking of which, do you have two allies? It's probably FAR past time I acquired a second. Sincerely, ~Ozymandias~ ~~~~ Message From Peredhil31 (#2504) at Fri Nov-03-2000 16:25:11 sent to Ozymandias: ::Sound of a terrible crash and clatter:: *Several Elf-Lords Aspecting their inner flames run into Lord Elrond's chamber. Aether lights already cast a nimbus glow around their upraised hands, ready to defend their master against the many foes of late.* *the Peredhil is sitting dazed on the floor, clutching a parchment that has the distinctive curls of a Mage Message. The Dove that brought it calmly pecks seeds on the window-sill. Its distinctive pen-feathers markings proclaim the Guild from which it comes.* "Sorry, no threat," Elrond elucidated. With a wave and a blue glow he dissipated the gathered energies. "Just an unexcepted offer of alliance." "We're allowed to ally?" asked Allison? "Simply stunning news," stammered Stan! "Does such grouping invalidate the Guild?" queried Gertrude as she stroked her chicken. "No!" chortled Elrond. "In these mysterious lands, we are allow to ally WITHIN the guild!" "With whom shall we ally? Zool? Racoul? Crooner?" "No. We've been invited to ally with... HIM." ::Sound of a terrible crash and clatter:: *Several more Elf-Lords Aspecting their inner flames run into Lord Elrond's chamber. Aether lights already cast a nimbus glow around their upraised hands, ready to defend their master against the many foes of late.* *Elrond stands alone, power wreaths his brow, joy crowns his face. Wisdom and incredulity chase rapidly around and around his split-ends. Elf-Lords sit stunned in disbelief about his feet* "HIM? HIM! HIM?! HIM!?" A chorus of joyous disbelief greeted the newcomers. In a spontaneous outburst of joy, the gathered Elves began to sing, "Tis Fa-la-la-lolly, Down here in the valley, We might get to ally! "Though we be so dim, We might ally with HIM, It could be a whim, But we approach it with vim! Our Founder and Leader, An accidental deleter, On disaster we will teeter!" (and off did their voices peter... With renewed vim and vigor, Elrond approached the Dove. Mistaking the hungry look in his eye for a hungry look, the Dove fled in a flurry of feathers. Undaunted, Elrond set about communicating his willing desire to have HIM as an ally. "I'd better get some more creatures...having those Starving Peasants in my third barracks might not be want he wants to see coming to help..."

Peredhil paused in the hallway to adjust the sleeves on his grey raw-silk Armani suit, and buffed the dust off his loafers. He'd already delivered his Valentine to Lady Celes in the Manor, but wanted to support Zariah here at the Ball as well. He wasn't the dancer that Elladan or Elrohir were, and definitely lacked the ... intensity and vigor of Guido, but he was known to waltz lightly on occasion. As he approached the door, he was amazed to see a Pooka. Stopping, he removed his Gargoyle sunglasses and looked again; Pookas were usually found near water, not Valentine's Day Balls. It wasn't a Pooka, it was one of the delightful Quincunx. In a Pooka-like shape. The blunt doggish muzzle of the human face growled warningly at him and the silvery hair bristled warningly. It must be Tzimfemme. Although a vampiress, she didn't seem pleased at her transformation, and so it probably wasn't voluntary or enjoyable. He approached carefully and began truly Looking. Her pads were streaked with blood, and there was clay spreading them out uncomfortably. Her lei lines were all twisted and trailed off disconcertingly without the normal clear-cut demarcations which typically marked the End of this portion of Quincunx and the Beginning of the next. It was almost as if they were somehow losing their boundaries and beginning to overlap. He'd wondered if something of the sort wasn't happening after the Kissing Booth. Focusing power and Power and POWER, he gently teased the mana, aligned the Lines, stretched here and tugged there. It was somewhat like unweaving a particularly snarled set of strings in a game of Cat's Cradle. He gently teased this and soothed that - but careful not to soothe too much - this was Tzimfemme, her anger and savage edge were an integral part of her power to *do*, just as Rosemary's Sight was essential for her to *be*. With a final strum which vibrated out into webs beyond Sight (Rosemary's closed eyes twitched, Minta felt a craving for sugar, Rydia was lost in the sudden total recall of Starlight's eyes shining with love) Peredhil was done and Tzimfemme stood clothed in her normal haughty nekkidness. "Happy Valentine's Day." With a Polite nod, he put his sunglasses back on and drifted into the Ball.

*hugs* take care of yourself please. You're a valued person to us here at the Pen.

Happy Birthday! *hugs*

Too true. To paraphrase Ron White, "I have often had the right to remain silent, but not the ability". hugs Welcome. Wyvern should be by pretty soon. -Peredhil

I like. In today's world of video games, this is something that most readers cant relate to.

Taught by the Silent One, Opened Death's door for pride and found a Shadow, Lured to a northern court, lost his otak. Sailed until salt-sea became sand Named the Shadow and found himself scarred but whole. Or read the book. (Akallabeth: The High King by Lloyd Alexander)

Hugs and blushes wildly at all the undeserved praise. Thank you.

Happy Valentine's day, y'all. My Secret Valentine gift is posted Here

(pardone the translation. Others tried to help as best they could, but I only speak American English, C++, Visual Basic, Fortran, Cobol, and other non-spoken languages!) Il y a un sourire gentil seulement pour ses chats; (Ou ses enfants à fourrure, comme elle les voient.) Il y a un élégance et une grâce dans tout ses mots et gestes; (Mais soit prudent de la foudre dans ses yeux enflammés!) Il y a un cœur qui aime pour servir le communauté; (Ceux avec des titres doit prendre garde, elle fait ce qui est juste). Il y a un humour gentil dans sa voix; (Ses rires n'ont pas du haine, et sont jamais méchant.) Il y a une Femme du Manoir des Langues. Il y a un beauté terrible, comme un épée lever. Il y a le main guérissant d'une mère. Soit mon Valentine, Madame Celes Crusador. Edit: It was suggested I put in English what I was *trying* to say. so here that is. In any language, Happy Valentine's Day, M'lady. There is a gentle smile given only to her cats; (Or her children with furry forms as she sees them.) There is an elegance and grace in every word and gesture; (But beware the lightning of her angry eyes!) There is a loving heart to serve the community; (Beware you with titles, for she serves what is right.) There is a sweet humor behind her speech; (Her laughter is never mean or hiding hatred.) There is a Lady of the Manor of Tongues. There is a terrible beauty like a drawn sword. There is the healing hand of a mother. Be thou my Valentine, Lady Celes Crusader.

My goodness this brings back memories.

Happy Birthday.

welcome back. My only regret is that I didn't have an opportunity to see you while you were here in the U.S. *hugs*

Yeah. You definitely set off chords that resonate. Well crafted Cyril.

I adapted it from a Reuter's newspaper article. A four-year-old boy was the actual driver. His Mom thought he was in bed sleeping. It was in Michigan. It just seemed so perfectly Rune and Peredhil-ish...

DETROIT (Reuters) - A 4-year-old demonette took underage driving to new extremes by slipping behind the wheel of Peredhil's car for an overnight visit to the local video store. Ozymandias the Elder, Lore Master of the Tower of Elders of the Mighty Pen in the southwest corner of the Pen Keep, said the demonette's joy ride, which ended with more than one fender bender, occurred about 1:30 a.m. last Friday. She drove about a quarter mile from her home to the video store without incident, Oyzmandias told Reuters. The store was closed. On the demonette's return home, she hit two parked vehicles before backing up into a police cruiser, Ozymandias said. "Once the officers got her out of the car and sat her on the hood of our car, she started crying and saying: 'I want my red crayon back. I want to go into the house. I want to go back to bed,'" Ozymandias said. Ozymandias said Rune was unaware of the seriousness of what she had done. "How many 4-year-olds get up and wander around the house or go out (at night)?" he added, saying no charges were being filed in the case. "What she was doing was jump down, hit the accelerator, and get back up so she could see where she was going," Oymandias said, explaining how someone who was too short to reach the floor pedals was able to drive a car. "It looked like a drunk passing in and out."

That's wonderful. indulge gooeyism as much as you'd like if you're gonna write such marvelous descriptions.

Happy birthday Rhaps.

I think I PMed you on this. If I didn't, I'm sorry. Count me in. I have RP links to many of the people here and should be easy to work in. For that matter, you can use any of my "family": sons or bodyguards. -Peredhil

Happy Birthday Cyril. Healer, Poet, Critic, and all-round loving person. Hugs

I'd like to set the record straight - This web site was a Christmas present to me from Rune. She knew I hated ezboard, and gave me this website, moved everything over, and has since left. But she made this possible as a love gift. Since then, people like Ayshela, Yui-Chan, Orlan, and others have made the Pen what it is today. Happy Birthday New Pen Site!!!

(I think she's been hijacked by Real Life. It will happen!)

My wife comes in and wakes me up, (She needs to talk a while before she can sleep), Our whispering voices in the dawn of the night Often so lonely, she's held so she can weep. Perhaps my oldest thinks he's a vampire Or such his schedule shows. Such sensitive brilliance and creativity That I've no time to get to know. The second arises when the first descends Reluctant, for its school he'll dread. An artist, a poet, he's a break dancing b-boy Unless I chivvy him alone, he'll head back to bed. I've small break but not enough to sleep, When with cheery hug and blurry smile, (I wish his earnest heart I could defend - He's so desparate for best friend - Highly smart but lack of thrills He's too common-sensed for social skills) My youngest from his bed will bound. His hopeful goal to watch with me cartoons a while. It's after dawn, the sun has risen Hop into the car and begin the commute. Their faces look like they're driving toward prison As in and out of traffic I scoot. Now at work begin the day with data checks and reports to weigh The database work and Statistical coding be careful to write because of quoting Watch out for ad hoc queries and VB scripting, the meeting times are always shifting Arrange for supplies and run the slide show make sure the folks know where to go Run over there and interview verifying data through and through Touch a heart and mend a friend this constitution we will defend The day is done when responsibilities all met and then drive home into sunset. Throw together a dinner or scrounge around for whatever food might be found Don't slow down now there's homework to be done a Daddy's work is just begun There's only one computer that we all do share tomorrow your girlfriend will still be there Have you tried to call her? Oh her father's angry tonight; I'm sorry I know this really must bite. Really sorry but work's called the database is down, I'll need the computer to bring it around. You've a report that's due WHEN? I'm hearing this just now... why? Tell me again? No that's all right, I wasn't home lets get it done and just move on. Yes I love you but it's time for bed I'm sorry about your aching head No, you'll go to school anyway I'm sorry you didn't have time to play I'll try to spend fun time with you some other day Hugs and kisses and chasing all to bed Take a deep breath and empty my head Oh it's my turn now, check in at the Pen, and I still want to reply to that letter from Ben and I've been praying for them but I should send to my friends that I love a reminder that they're covered with prayers from above and if the portal will work I'll play my turns in TR and I wanted to study but my book is in the car and I think I'll leave the dishes for the morn and delete all this spam that is probably all porn and maybe I can ambush a love on Yahoo and get myself hugged by a friend or two and look at the time I'm back up in five hours, better polish my boots and set out towels for the showers; let me pick up the front room so it's not such a mess. Has Lilly gotten water or been fed let me guess My mind is really buzzing with so much to think; better wash those clothes that pile is starting to stink. The printer's out of ink? When did that happen? Let me push this all off to God and just tumble to bed, He always works it out when all's done and said. It's three hours later and my wife wakes me up...

I've caught parts of this before, and Wyvern plays a mix of Hip-Hop that even I like - and I'm an old Rock-n-Roller. I highly recommend this for anyone who is curious. You won't find some of these tracks played anywhere else (I've tried calling in and requesting some of my favorite tracks off the Poetic Justice CD). Note, some of the lyrics may contain offensive language (to keep them "Real"), but if you listen past that, Wyvern's selections always have a message to them. -Peredhil's two cents

All that rain and life's fertilizer... I'm expecting roses from you. Listen to Sweet Cherrie (she's much wiser) I add my welcome from the Pen too. Hugs When life has given up on you, don't believe it. When others are unreasonable, choose life. The only change in the grave is decomposition.