reverie

Reverie walked into the Carbaret beaming. It had been an especially long day and he was tired, but whatever weariness he might have felt melted away the instance he walked into the Carbaret Room... They came, he thought...and smiled at the slighty chaotic scene... He noticed that among the guests a few performers had arrived and where milling about the place... Nodding to Cerulean and Scalet, Revery walked towards the center of the room where he noticed his boots crunching on broken glass... That's odd, he thought... It's a bit early for throwing things, since no one has preformed yet... Moving about the room, he waved to Wyvern, Cryptomancer, and the Eldroidian Clan... Considering Revery mused: It appeared Zariah had taken the intiative and started handed out refreshments, so it was not likely that anyone was going to be upset this early in the game. Hmm, glass smashing toast must be coming back into fashion, he thought... He also noticed a striking Mynx in what could, to put it lighty, be called, "an Eye catching ensemble..." Then noticing himself noticing for a bit too long... He quickly turned and moved on towards the stage and to Zariah, who seemed to be attending to the wounds of a thin man with a lute... Walking over to her, He gave her a quick hug, whispering in her ear, "Thank you for all your help... It's greatly appreciated, and you need not be nervous... You're doing wonderful... But, I think I will need to get the ball rolling on our little endevour...And soon 'lest the crowd turn vicious..." With that, he pulled out a blue gold emblossed ledger and announced: "The floor is now open to anyone that would like to Open Mike." "The Sign up Book located by the Stage, will be open for the next 15 minutes for anyone interested in reading a poem..." he continued... With that he sat down at small wooden table by the stage and waited for those interested...

Fountain riffled through his scattered notesbooks and files searching for something...Anything, he could use as a spring board... He scanned everywhere for the slightest hint of a poem in whatever state of creation... The Ballad of Etain...? Willow-bark...? Rev's Castle...? "No, no," he muttered. He needed something newer: Fresher. Aahh, the Davie Poplar Tree... Flash...Inspiration turned insight wheels-a-go-a-turning: BAM/Boom!!! Fountain hurridly scribbled down the rapid fire thoughts forming in his mind... Once finished, Fountain gave it a cursory edit, resolving to do it more justice once he had more time... TIME!!! "I forgot about the Quest!" he exclaimed, then quickly ran down the hall toward the Cabaret Room...

“Today… it’s today!” Fountain shouted as Decoy fled the room... Fountain paced ‘round and around the keep. Oh why didn’t he prepare something sooner, he thought. A pained expression crossed the young lad’s face, “…and Revery’s quest is tonight, and I’ve got nothing,” he said aloud. “Nothing!” Burying his face into his hands, the lad muttered, “It’s going to be horrible horrible day, I just know it…”

The Mighty Lawn Dart turned the message over again in his hand. It seems he’d been delivering quest invitations for weeks without even a hint of resignation. Now that he thought about it, it had all been pretty much routine now and all seemed in order. Well that is, until this… “Maybe it was a mistake,” he thought. “Then again, even if it was, who was he to question the Dreamlost…?” The Mighty Lawn Dart was the curious sort… Habitually nosey really, which is not the sort of quality one might expect in a high level emissary, such as himself, but if nothing else he was loyal… He took his duty seriously and if duty bound him to dispatch ‘any' message the Dreamlost thought important, and then dispatch he would. Proof reading them of course, for minor spelling mistakes and what not. Still this message bothered him, “Could the Dreamlost really want Fountain of all people to present at his quest?” He continued, “The boy’s was a nervous wreck. a real piece of work...”

Decoy a.k.a. The Mighty Lawn Dart, personal messenger to the Dreamlost puttered about his route. Decoy look over his list, "let's see, only 19 more messages and then it's back to the ole' watering hole..." "19..." he wondered, "I wonder just what's so important with all these messages, that they have be sent out all at once" "Well, better find out, with this many sent out, there's bound to be quite a few spelling errors, " he said. "And we can't have the Master of the Dreamlost Relm, looking like an ignorant fool, now can we..." With that The Mighty Lawn Dart, opened up the Letter marked for Fountain, reasoning, he could just tell the young lad in person the next time he saw him... ***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~*** A Merry Welcome to One and ALL. The Mighty Pen Carbaret Room will be hosting a Quill Quest Event for Revery the dreamlost, and would be honored by your presence and participation... The Theme will be that of a Poetry Slam with principle players herein listed: STAFF Master of Ceremonies: Revery Hostess: Zariah Featured Guest Poet: Cyril Darkcloud Waitstaff: Mynx and Tanuchan Poets and Judges Open Mike Poets: Fountain, Zariah, Tanuchan, drummondo, Vlad, and Ayshela Slam Poets: Mira, Loki Wyrd, Katzaniel, drummondo, and cryptomancer Judges: Vlad, Wyvern, and Ayshela V.I.P.'s Expected in attendance: Nyyrak, Cerulean, Peredhil ***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***

Slam Quest O.O.C. thread “Preparation…” he said to no one in particular, “It’s all about Preparation…” Garbed only in a towel, the somewhat damp figure removed the razor, and then continued his discourse... “See, the world revolves around improvisation: Adaptation, Evolution, Natural Selection… all that,” he continued, waving the razor to punctuate... “That’s just Nature improvising…ya know, filling in the gaps, so she isn’t so lonely…” The figure turned a cheek up towards the sharpened entity…then the other. “But, you can’t create nothing from nothing,” he cautioned. “You, have to prepare…prepare today and tomorrow’s chances won’t pass you by… Finishing up, the figure smiled into the mirror, then washed the lather from his face… “It’s going to be a glorious day, I just know it,” he said still smiling…

oh, am nix'ing the Audio for the official Quest... See opening thread of this post for my reasons... However, am not opposed having the poems hosted on separate thread for the enjoymet of all... rev...

Sorry it's one poem considered per round... so points from the previous rounds will not be added into the next round... As I understand it, that's how most slam competitons work... Most ppl save they're strongest work for last... rev...

V. (possible variation) I experimented some by changing one line inorder to clean up a rhythmic stumble in the 5th stanza that's always bother me... 19MAY05 Protégé A reflection through a prism Inspired and intertwined... So would it do you justice? If I gave you all my time… You're a kind of tempered energy Too near to my own heart… Still, I’d wonder what you’d think of me If you knew me from the start… It’s not that I would turn away Or send you from my sight… Only, I’m not sure the path I see Will steer you from the night… A little bit of me, I saw amplified in you And if you pass, then pass me by… - with your lovely crystal hue - And if the years reverse themselves And our roles did interchange I'd hope that I'd reflect you too And the time wore just same

Update: All principle rolls are Cast... Yea! :woot: :woot: :woot: And they said it couldn't be done.. hahahahahhahha!!! Um, seriously though... Currently We have: 6 Open Mike Poets 5 Slam Poets 3 Judges 1 Special Guest 1 Waiter 1 Waitress 1 Hostess 1 MC and several Audience Members 5 Slam Poets Translates into Two Rounds -so that's for now that's a poem for each round... Sign UP will officially close on 22 May 2005 for all roles except for Audience Members Additional Audience members real or unreal are free to show up at anytime... rev...

Cool, thanx everyone... I"ll off to a wedding for the weekend... I"m best man... woohoo! Not sure, if I can meet the May 22 start date, but I will try to get the ball rolling next week... Thanks for all your patience... rev...

I was going to start it up next week but I remembered, i had a wedding obligation to attend so I'll will be out of town for a few days... plus I still waiting to hear back from couple people that said they wanted to participate, but have not clarified their posistions... So with all that I'll probably launch the first thread the week beginning the 22nd of May... That should be enough time for people to think over their roles and poems and what not... thoughts? rev...

:wizzie: Happy Happy... Ancient one...

No prob. Big P... I'll put you down for audience now... Oh here's a note: The current audience list is only for reference of those that plan to be in attendance... It by no means is meant to limit the amount of fictional charactor inventions that some of you might be inclined to come up with... or does it limit other pen-nites from walking into the show later on... Pretty much, i'm being pretty loose with the story development that exists on the preferable edges of the competition... Anything goes really, just please keep it clean and yield back control of the Floor to the M.C. or Hostress so they can keep the rounds progessing forward... rev...

Katz: By all means start writing your poems now... I should have went over this point... but one of the basic concepts of Slam or even open mike is that 'this is not improv' You should have prepared piece ready to go by the time you are called up to the mike... Strickly speaking your poems do not even have to entirely orignal to this thread... I would prefer if you came up with something orginal for the quest though...but inspiration can be a fickle thing, ideed... It's not unheard of for many people in real life to Slam poems that were written a long, long time ago... and some use the some one's over and over and over again... This can get to be bit tiresome though... Regarding Topics, Loki's right. Your subject matter is whatever you choose... Slams and open mikes are Free-for-all anything goes kinds of things... So long as you use only words... No elaborate props, No Music, No drums... Ayshela: Topics: Unless someone expressely needs a theme given to them individually to jump start their creativity... I will not be assigning topics... If anyone wants to do both Open mike and Slam... Go right ahead... Keep in mind, that you can't Slam the same poem, you read at Open mike though... Also the only open rows that are limited as an 'either or' choice are that of "Judge" and "Slam Poet" A judge can be a member of the audience, staff, open mike, even be the special guest... But a judge cannot "slam" that would be a confict of interest... Like wise: Anyone can read at open mike, even the M.C. Please sign up for this before hand though... rev...

Happy Happy... :woot:

~Brief Description~ Messenger boy and reluctant Battle Captain of the dreamlost courier service/War department.

~Special Abilities~ Can summon a portal to a somewhat living-breathing castle named 'Castle*' as a place of refuge/way point thingy... *note: 'Castle' is imbued with the personality of a small cute, loveable dog, and currently resides in the Dreamlost Relm. Telepathic link to Revery the dreamlost for advise beyond the scope of bally much like a obewon konobe sorta thing..., but better not cause I'm on vacation.

~Stats~ Sex: Male Age: 16 Race:Human Alignment: Good/In favor Magic: Dumb Luck, Bally induced moodswings. some very specilized summoning skills(see abilities) Skills: some skill with a quarter staff, spear, pike and or raven's beak, minor scholar in alchemy. Does scribe work on the side. Armor: chain mail, lots of chain mail...Hero's weave extra thick... enchanted by revery to be extra light, self-repairing(given enough time), waterproof, rust proof and lightening proof... Cloths: well oiled boots... Green Coat or jerkin... depending on the occasion...

~Brief description~ Fountain: Depending on the mood swinds: apathic to happy-go-lucky teenager with a green glowing ball, named bally, in his head(can only be seen at moments of great stress.) Bally acts as concious, guilde, friend, void(see WOT) and all around vampire D mutant parasite hand type relationship thing... Was put in his head by a yogu enthused ex-girl friend. Prodogy of Revery the dreamlost... Though as to what revery teaches the lad, no one is really sure, sinse he seems to possess none of revery's powers...

~History~ Revery feeling extra weary at the end of one of his longer fits imbued the fortress with the personality equivalent to that of a small lovable and loyal dog. A guard dog really, whose purpose was to watch over the Dreamlost Relm while revery took a small vacation. Upon his return, Revery dismayed to find his land in near ruin. Castle though sentiment, was still a work of stone. And being a stone didn't think of basic things like feeding the people or paying the army and whatnot. Most of this was chronicled in the early B1 boards, but sadly it was lost... The author might try to do recreate later or something. Anyway stones cannot smile, frolic, make irresistible noises, or jump about as revery when annoyed reminds castle. Castle seems not to understand that fully, and it tend to makes him whimper and sulk in pitiful sort of way. After the civil riots were put down, Castle got releaved of the steward job and now spends most of his time in quiet contemplation of his surroundings. His current project at which he exercises the bulk of his mental abilities involves this one question. 'THE' question as far as castle is concerned: "just what the hell is on the other side of that hill..."

~Brief Description~ Castle is a castle. Revery's castle to be precise, built of the strongest stone he sits in the middle of the dreamlost realm. At first site it looks abandoned and unguarded, but this castle has will of it own.

~History~ A short history of revery, in verse form... As seen in the draft room... Rev's intro. Once a time, few years ago A mage was born, his color blue. The very air was dragon's bane And unicorns held, a lofty reign. Before the shift in phatasmic fad, This rambling lad was illusion clad. In wonder he watch third age die Out of embers he saw the blitzers rise Guilded they banded against the dread -Guilded they channeled, magic bright red: 'Heralds on the horizon- our own deaths instead We dared all the wizards, But lost all in pain. Fell short- in our toil, Forgot, it's a game.' He wandered alone so long and so far a weariness soon over took his heart. Chaos followed all that he sought, Guild houses crumbled, -friends were lost. The banquet hall of long ago, Fell to abuses, was overthrown. Bouncing back, set for an attack A ball blazed in fury, but the moment did pass... So he retired, but always came back A glutton turned weary, past glories distract. Even his castle, once loyal so true, Gave up to go questing with a dreamlord or two Alliances so honored, a trail to defend The empire faded a chapter unhinged. Taken refuge in fear, Infinity took him So sickened his stomach He left all again. To give up all questing, and retired once more To go far off dreaming, and behind heavy closed doors And thats now how you find him, Awake or asleep Building castles of glory, away in his keep... revery the dreamlost

~Apperance~ Appearance never met much to revery, but being an archmage did cause for certain attire to present in his wardrobe. In battle he wears riveted hero's mail with a lightly padded brown gamberson underneath. Over that he wears a leather brigandine with three bucklers on the side . All are enchanted for extra strength and durability with some small resistances to the wild magics. Throwing convention off, rev chooses not to where a helm. Instead he choose a war or kettle hat with a blue and green arming cap underneath... Emblazened on the hat is a small castle resting on clouds with a light like dawn breaking through them... He arms himself with a simple wooden quarterstaff with no apparent magical abilities. If pressed with need for a weapon of more potency, he'll switch to a Pollax or Raven's Beak enchanted to be near unbreakable and light... When not in battle, he wears a simple blue and green hood and tunic combination.

~Personality~ Blue in nature, he always detested open war. However he would when pressed waged it with an almost fanatical zeal. Rev's preferred weapon of choice is diplomacy. In the past he was prone to the occasional fits of rage, but has since enrolled in several 12 step programs inorder to calm the internal fires... Revery reports that he's feeling much better now, and is intrigue that you asked... because he didn't know you cared... Despite the fits, he's really quite good nature, though when not engaged directly with anyone will often take on the appearance of someone weary of some deep obligation. Regardless of any of this, he love's to talk and is a bit of rambler if you get him get him going... Usually the more he talk's the sillier he gets... So silly in fact, you could almost forget the weary look he wears most of the time...