Peredhil

Guido and Nuncio rush in and begin arranging tables and chair. Party hats are placed, those little-unrolly-tooter-thingies set out, colorful napkins arrayed. Elladan runs in, eyes the room, and begins hanging streamers and banners. Happy Birthday Ozymandias! Founder and Loremaster! After setting up a few tables and laying out the table cloths, he heads over to the bar. Once at the bar, he opens a Portal and begins restocking it with drinks of a hundred worlds from a dozen universes. Elladan wanders in and observes the activity for a while. Rummaging through his pockets, he pulls out a list and begins ticking off items. Oops. They all stop and stare at him. I forgot to order the cake. With a shake of heads, they return to THEIR activities, confident that THEY won't be in trouble. Or even worse - disappoint Peredhil. Just picturing the mournful expression and the quiet, "It's okay 'Dan, I understand. We'll just figure something out, right?" followed by the same brittle smile that he'd managed since Mom passed to the Halls just put Elladan's teeth on edge. After looking around hopefully, he discovered nothing to kill. With a sigh, he moved over to the long table and eyed its emptiness. Sorting through the compartments of his mind, he realized he had only death and destruction, binding and cohersion, memorized spells. He'd have to do this the hard way... Raising his hands in the Gesture of Invocation that begins a Great Spell, he began chanting extemporaneously... Rapidly finishing their tasks, the other three fled the room, with Elrohir pausing only to cast hasty Barriers over the doors and windows. Barriers behind which Entities moved. Barriers that began weathering and crumbling in a way magical barriers should not crumble. He fled after the others. Through out the Pen, those with Sensitivity shuddered at the forces being brought to bear in the Cabaret. Deep within the Pen's bowels, the Dreamer's eyes shifted colors rapidly. THEY had found him! He delicately sent out the merest trickle streamers of powers... No! They weren't after him! He withdrew all but the smallest, most delicate probe and settled with grass green eyes to watch in amusement as they made a birthday cake. Repeatedly. To exacting standard. ~~~ Hissing twisting syllables shuddered reluctantly from Elladan's mouth as he was forced to call in favors garnered though a long long journey. At one point, the walls became jade and the floor a great emerald, at another time, only the bitter rivalry between Hastur and Cthulhu kept them from both turning on him. Sweat beaded his brow as he regretted momentarily not having drawn the Sigals first. He hadn't spent milennia watching his father's back to have his Will falter now. Props were for weaker magi than he! The Cake was done. Now for the Icing, writing, and a few candles. His face widened in his most charismatic smile as one of the Entities snarled in humiliation and turned on him in protest. At seeing the smile, the Elder Gods took the opportunity to slip away. They didn't want to be around if Elladan slipped his self-imposed bounds of Politeness. Oh yes... you want to PLAY? ~~~ Peredhil paused before the Cabaret, and frowned at the Barrier. How could all the party guests enter if there was a barrier? From the sounds of activity in their rooms as he passed, Elrohir and the Guinea Pigs were getting dressed. Which meant that Elladan must be inside, putting the finishing touches on the Founder's party. ~~~ Elladan sensed his father's presence outside and Banished one of his 'Helpers.' Most of the others gratefully lined up to be Banished too, careful to avoid the eye-twisting greasy spot off to the left. ~~~ This would never do. With an airy wave, Peredhil twisted his thumbs just So, and stepped through the doorway. ~~~ Everyone stopped and looked at Peredhil. A brief spasm of frustration at being caught flickered over Elladan's face (the Beings stepped back a step,) before he wrestled it under control as he turned. Hi Dad. Just a few last minute touchs. I was just telling some of our old friends that there just wasn't room for them at the Birthday Party. Nice of them to come out, wasn't it? Peredhil smiled happily and began greeting the gathered beings. Looking at his watch, he apologized profusely and promised to try to write more. With their willing compliance, it was the work of a moment for him to Banish them all. He moved over to look at the spot on the floor, then looked up at Elladan. It always was a bit Rude. I'm surprised you invited It. Do you think you can clean this up 'Dan? Party starts in 10 minutes. Beautiful cake! I'm proud of you! Ozymandias will be so pleased! Peredhil headed back into the kitchen area to mix the punch. Elladan looked at the spot on the floor, considered covering it with a rug, and began Chanting instead. Ten minutes later, the Pen is Mightier than the Sword's Cabaret Room was ready for it's Founder's Birthday.

Laughs and laughs. That's great. Turns to Salinye and whispers, "how much?"

Peredhil hesitates delicately. If this is done gently and considerately... No one excluded who wanted to play, that sort of thing. I'd prolly recommend a modified random assignment thingie, where no two people could write about each other. That would maximize the flow of information and introductions. Real Life presses hard, but I would like to toss my name in the hat to draw and be drawn - depending on how this will be done. I think the idea is brilliant. One question - Are we writing about Personae? Some of us have a wide separation between the Personae we play, and the people we are behind the roles. Just wanted that clear too. Peredhil hugs everyone, and wanders away.

Peredhil gives her a reassuring hug and a stack of books to read while waiting. That is just fine. It's an original work, it is well done, and you posted it in the right place. With a nod to Melba to make sure she's fed occasionally, he slips away again.

Heya Vince! Long time no see. Welcome back indeed.

Peredhil came around the corner, hands clasped pensively behind himself, eyes lowered in thought. Until he saw the Squirrel Duo, and his eyebrows raised in surprise. Looking at the shredded armor, and the slightly pitted floor, he sighed before squatting down and addressing the duo. Well met! I'd begun to think you'd become lost! Gathering the two up, he placed them on his shoulders and strode rapidly through the hallways. I've taken the liberty of having Guido and Nuncio prepare a room for you. I hope you don't mind?

Peredhil enters, dressed as Humphrey Bogart from Casablanca. I remember that hot time at the Game Parlour, where Honey ran the Gauntlet, You drew on the place mat, and Jechum entertained us all. Guido enters with a vial of blood for Tzimfemme. I remember the little friendly board you made for the Polite Magi... Nuncio enters with a Shiny 5-pointed Birthday Flashlight, the upper most point's wick burning brightly. I remember speaking spirals with you, and seeking understanding. Elrohir enters bearing a sketch pad and a pencil set for Rosemary. I remember being certified Cootie-Free, so that I could give you hugs on IRC. Elladan bounces in with a bright smile and a skellie made out of Pixie Stix. Done a few years on this joint we call the planet? turns to the piano player, Play it again Sam... you know the one. The sweet strains of piano fill the Cabaret as they all begin to sing, Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday dearest Quincunx... Happy Birthday to you...

Passes out in shock at seeing this forum used. Rah!

in the Shadow of the Butterfly You can feel your heart sing Her poetic talent, fresh and new Has appeared this spring. The Mind of a Butterfly Views life with a smile With 20 years of life gone by She'll be with us quite a while. Happy Birthday!

Peredhil winces at the innuendo he detects in Alaeha's gender statement, even as he hugs Small Scale Mind Games with a congratulatory hug. Welcome M'Dear... finally.

LOL! That's hilarious! In the background, Elladan speaks into his collar, "He know about the Agent Smith cover. Now we have to ...

Security is a fragile illusion of the world, and an absolute certainty for a Seeker.

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Peredhil == pear-ed-HILL Tolkienian Elven, Per=="half" Edhil=="Elf"

Oh my! Congratulations on taking such a big step; in my mind that makes you a winner already. I'll try to make the time this weekend to review your poetry and post something more substantial.

Peredhil's mind is still a blank, But really there is little wonder- all know it's reality to thank. Distractions abound! Last night's thunder, The needs of family and friends, The aching remind of driving blunder. All these poetic twists and bends - If I may be quite frank? - Seem fitting for Pen's denizens. You're building knowledge with quite a plank And that surely isn't bad, But still I look to fill my poetry gas tank.

Peredhil enters dressing ill-fitting Salvation Army clothing, blacker than a Vampire's heart sunglasses, and with heavy gold chains. The Guinea Pigs look ill at ease out of their black zoot suits and with multi-dyed fur, but valiently back up on the refrains. Yo! Yo! Yo! Go Jakob! It's yer birthday! Go Jakob! It's yer birthday! Thirty-five ain't no SLOUCH He's in the world not on a COUCH Here's an Electronic Druidic SONG For our Herald that can't go WRONG! Elrohir begins scratching Marylin Monroe's "Happy Birthday Mr. President" as the other three cross their arms and nod to the beat...

You have a knack with words... I've been wanting to comment on your poems for a while, but given the quality of your work, I didn't want to contrast what you've written with a banal, "nice". But I've simply got to say something because you're posting some really GOOD stuff... Erm. Nicely done?

oh BRAVO! That was brilliant writing! You haven't lost the magic in your Pen. Looks around nerviously and loosens his collar a bit. Of course, I knew all along it was fiction. Erm, I'm an ANCIENT, not an Elder, and therefore have absolutely no power or influence in the Pen any more. Wipes the sweat from his brow. Heh, me taking an active role. Heh. heh. It's nice to have a humorous parody in a thread. Yeah, that it. Humorous. I loved the way you captured all the rest though!

Nicely done... you tricksy wench you!

Gratz on being published!!! Publish more. hugs

How to write to such an assignment I'm really at a loss. Creativity within confinement? But Alaeha is the boss. On the other hand I'm really stuck In trying to find a rhyme, I guess this time I'm out of luck - I'll try again sometime...

Looks, rearranges for the Acrostic, and writes... stuff. P - I would write in this contest but it is beneath me really, and dare I chance that I might not be best? If can be best in everything, my world is ashes in all. L - I want, I burn, I yearn, I consume, the fire inside burns away all limits and restraints for each height is just the target to exceed next time. It all exists to fill me for a moment, flesh, possession, people, power, money. I want. My want IS need. A - Damn them! Damn their eyes and all parts. Why? because I fear the chance of change of pain of balked will and I need the energy the certainty the simplicity of rage! Turn it out for the snarling beast once roused WILL be fed - and if I turn it away from you it will feed on me in depression's blackest anger. G - I want it cause you have it and I'm empty and need to be filled. You can't buy love but you can have enough that they'll pretend to love you and you aren't lovable but you can look around at all you own and know that you ARE the tops you've got the toys. They sneered and now you OWN them for every thing and every body has it's price. You know so well about selling out. If you can just get it all, you'll never be empty... G - I need love, and the pain in my belly tells matches the pain in my heart. I hunger for touch so I'll eat as if I hunger. Fat? It is the presence and the protection from rejection, I can blame loneliness on their inability to see past my shield, and not on my well-rehearsed flaws. flaws, no I can't face the horrible flaws in me cause I might have to change and I'm just not that strong. Someone said they love me? They'll just find me out and leave like the others. I'd better eat again. I'm so lonely... E - I could've done better, you're not so great. You think you're all that, but I should've been there doing it, I would've if you didn't have all the breaks. It's not my fault that I'm black, yellow, pink, female, male, young, old, rich, poor, anything but what YOU are because if I were you I'd have it easy too. I want what you have in your life because I deserve it, and maybe I'll be as happy as you must be. If I were just you. No, you but me in you because I MUST be better. Or I'm nothing at all. And I don't want to die. Nothing. S - I'll write this later. I'd write it now, but if I try I can fail. If I did try, I'm certain I could do a good job, after all, I talk such a good game. but I'm tired now, can't you see my situation? Any one else would be afraid, but I'm not like that. With me it's real. So you go on without me - I'll catch up. Until then, I'll just sit here and dream of how good I could be - if I tried. It's so much easier and better than reality. Reality is so... tiring.

takes the cake. Gratz! Happy Birthday. blows on a noise maker

Fantasy is the escape from prison, the only people who hate it are the Jailors. (with apologies to C.S. Lewis for stealing part of a quote of his.)