Ozymandias

Lightning speed for someone with Slow cast on them, that is. Izu moved at a crawl through the air as mages gathered around him and cracked their knuckles. Gyrfalcon looked over from where he was maintaining the Slow spell and said "Have fun" to them before turning back to his drink. Behind him, he could here the sounds of someone getting pummeled with great brutality.

Iuz enters the Hall smiling, reeling, a bottle xxx in his right hand. He changes form all the time, from human to demon and back...A sign he has lost most of his control, this one is STONE-DRUNK... So'ry, burb, ah jest came on over fum ager1 tavahn, as enny fool kin plainly see...ah heard yo' guys had th' bess _fruit_ cocktails. Wal git me a frozen daiq... hey whuffo' is yo' all lookin' at me like thet? Hey, stay right whar yer. No, no doesn't point thet nasty wan' at me...UAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA And Iuz runs for the door at lightning speed...well, almost...

OOOWWWWW!!!!!!!!! And to think, Mestro'd just finished regrowing his lost hand, now he's got a badly mauled leg attached to a German Shepherd... "Leggo! Leggo! Leggoofmeleg!!!! OWOWOWOWOWOWOW..." "Rowf! Rowf rowf woof grrr woof." "Whatchasaying? Idon't understandyouwhenyourtalkingwithaleginyourmouth" "Master! Whats that German Shepherdress doing on your leg?" and with those words, the air being highly charged with magical potential, the German Shepherd(dog) became a German Shepherdress(Sheep-herder). "Errr... this dog... i mean beautiful creature, ran up to me and bit, no i mean fastened it's, HER fangs, ermm prefectly white teeth upon my leg." "Say, would you like to come work for me? I'll give you 1'000'000'000 geld as a bonus." She smiles at Mestro and nods her head shyly. OOC: next time, send a few more creatures when you come knocking at my door will 'ya? =) ------------------ Me Mestro, You Jane... Wait one minute, you not Jane!!! ARGHHHHHH...

Tzimfemme pulls her earphones away from her ears, where the trills of "Hunting Girl" can be faintly heard. "What was that, Impostor?" she inquired with a malicious grin. She sashays away, resolving yet again not to lengthen this thread further. . . ------------------ Server One Tzimfemme (the naked mage) Calculus for the Masses! Blitz One Rydia Immortal of Carp Adorned with Pearls Bestower of Holy Power upon Demigods

Ozymandias claps appreciatively. That sounds FAR too familiar. {:>)

"Need" slurp "To" slurp "Unwind" slurp "A bit, first.", mutters Ozymandias inbetween swigs of espresso. He tosses the empty mug onto the very precarious-looking pile that is already higher than his head. An attentive waitress wordlessly slides him a fresh mug and smoothly strides away, all in the same motion. She knew better than to stop before he was done. What? You don't drink coffee to relax?

It grabs you at the title...immediately conjured images, for me, of Karl Marx, the Pope, and the American news media. Which set a particularly effective tone for reading the actual poem.

"Though they may take our lives, they may never take our freedom!" -Mel Gibson as William Wallace, in Braveheart I never thought I'd read a battle hymn for the artist. Well done.

Ozymandias applauds with gusto. Well done! *Coffee makes other people more interesting makes you more interesting *Cappucino has all the four basic food groups: caffeine, chocolate, sugar, and fat *Without coffee we are all just slow drips Ironically enough, I made sure to have a 16 oz. coffee before sitting down to the comp. And it's 6:00 PM. Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 2/25/02 3:07:23 pm

"Greetings." Thalian says to all the mages in the Banquet Hall. He walks to the Bar and asks for a mug of ale. The bartender pours him a mug and hands it to Thalian. He then slowly walks to a back corner where there is hardly any light. He sits down and slowly drinks his ale. "This is the Life." ------------------ The Quiet One

Ozymandias, freshly showered and changed, saunters back into the hall. Taking a deep whiff of the alcohol-soaked air and surveying Newtlord being pelted by grapes, Decimator being pelted by seeds, a badly burned Deirdre, and a small red dragon singing 'She'll be Comin' Around the Mountain' to itself, he sighs happily. "At last. Everything's back to normal." And with that, he sidesteps the giant watermelon to go and have an ale at the bar. ------------------ I am Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Orlan finally can stop beating Arkyn to death. He looks up and around. "What?....he was possesed by a Demon?!?!?" Orlan runs away screaming.

but incase you didnt notice, that little dragon is actually a singing dragon. worth alot more than Arkyn was when he was around. "what happened to arkyn" some might ask. well, that remains a mystery....

*Walks in looks around and sees all the commotion from all the regulars. Decides to go to a dark corner and relax and watch everything that goes on* ------------------ The Quiet One Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 2/23/02 12:52:58 pm

Deirdre quickly recovers and helps Orlan in bashing up poor Arkyn in the hope of getting her good ol' mentor back................ Suddenly a huge flash appears and the demon is subdued from Arkyn and a huge cloud appears too before dispersing......... When the cloud has gone away,Arkyn is nowhere to be found.......... Instead there is a cute little fire dragon sitting in his place. Deirdre groans,realizing her mentor has changed into a fire dragon.......... "Good gracious me,I think my head is going crazy!" she mutters.........

Ooooh, so I have a fan club now do I? Contempible fanmags. . .get all the details wrong. . .just look at the misprints in this issue of Men of Terra Exposed!. What? No of course that's not mine. . .(Tzimfemme drops magazine and runs) Men of Terra Exposed!, Volume 10, Issue 2 Cover Photo: Bale, in tight jeans and leaping pose, badly superimposed over a rocky ravine. In lower right corner, silhouette of a man with the caption "Who's the Man of the Month????") Headline: THE DARING DEATH-DEFYING FEARLESS FEATS OF BRAVE BOLD BALE! CLIFFHANGERS! Other phrases on cover: Cid's Favorite Party Games Woods named "Official Songwriter for the Men of Terra" by Greased The Mystery Man Strikes Again! Shrine to the Missing Men: Thane, Zorak, Mordain Fill in HawkAngel's Blank Shield Contest BelZpock's Advice to the Lovelorn: More Maths! ------------------ Server One Tzimfemme (the naked mage) Calculus for the Masses! Blitz One Rydia Immortal of Carp Adorned with Pearls Bestower of Holy Power upon Demigods

Orlan bursts in to see the possessed Lord ArkyN toying with the mages of the BH and he decides action must take place. Reaching into his Necromancer's Cloak Orlan yanks out a small lizard by it's tail. "Ahh that's not it!" he cries. He reaches into his cloak again, this time he gets a large plate with a roasted turkey on it. "Nope not that either," He tries again and pulls out 32 chopsticks. "Grrr..." This time three chickens. "Yaaaahh..." Again and it's a book "Naked Mages and the Squirrels who love them". "Whoops how'd that get in there?" This time it's a rather large mallet. "Ah HA!" Orlan stalks silently up to Arkyn, his mallet in hand. He casts slow on the pet dragons and sneaks up to Arkyn where he proceeds to whack him over the head multiple times with it while chanting "The Power of Mr. Satan Compells you! Begone foul demon! Bring back our lovable if a little slow-witter Arkyn!" Orlan Triber S1 Sexy Sexy Man (Offical) Lounge Lizard of Terra Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 2/23/02 12:44:43 pm

NewtLord suddenly crashed to the earth (for the second time today). As he regained his composure and dusted himself off, he glared at Ozymandias, who had the nerve to leave him hanging in the air like that. But this was soon forgotten because of the chaos that now surrounded the bewildered newt. He looked around, and saw that the battle was not well for the BanquetHalleers. It became apparent quickly though, that the mages were only leveling roughly 1/4 of their might against the insidious forces of the opposition. All of the TFB mages were still proudly singing, despite the grape jam and the fact that they were singing backwards. However, the majority of the mages had taken to senselessly beating the inanimate furniture around them, for fear they meet with the same fate as Diedre. NewtLord uncharacteristically quickly realized the dilemma, and decided that in order to win this day the mages would need to be focused toward a single objective. He singled out the apparent leader of the whole fracas--the giant watermellon (who was now busy spitting seeds at Decimator). The Lord strode towards the giant mellon, and in a clear strong voice he addressed it: "Halt, Giant Mellon! And know this--you will never see your diabolical plan to its fruitation!" Suddenly the newt was being pelted all around by mashed grapes, and he realized all-too-late that his efforts had indeed united the Banquet Hall mages.....Against him! ------------------ NewtLord Shaolin Temple Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 2/23/02 12:39:28 pm

"YOU IDIOT! You don't eat CATS!" screamed Decimator. "You eat DOGS!" Everyone turns to look at him in amazement. "Ever heard of a BLT? Black Labrador on Toast. Quite tasty...Just kidding, sheesh." Decimator gets his first aid kit out and begins to treat Deirdre's wounds. Decimator Wielder of the Ukulele of Doom

umm could you change the "stay out of his way" to "give him your lands"??

Poor Deirdre,Arkyn's apprentice wails for someone to help her. She can't imagine that her mentor is trying to roast her for his dinner......... *sob....sob* Suddenly Deirdre realizes what's wrong! Her mentor is under demonic posession!!!!!! "Everyone stay out of his way!!!!!!" she yells at the top of her voice.

ans along comes arkyn with his pet dragons and see poor deirdre stuck to the chair.. he looks at his dragon and thinks to himself.. what better way is there than to roast a cat for dinner? so arkyn slaps his dragons butt and it spits out a fireball to burn the chair with deirdre the cat on it. *yumm, dont that smell nice" Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 2/23/02 12:30:18 pm

Deirdre looks at the chair in horror and screams:"It's not dead yet!Oh my God....Oh my God!" She bolts to Greased's side and summons Orlan to help her. While waiting for Orlan to help her, Deirdre quickly tries to fight with the chair....... Unfortunately her paws get stuck in its big mouth and Deirdre cringes in pain as the chair bites them........ *sob.....sob......It hurts!!!!!!!!.....sniff sniff.....* Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 2/23/02 12:31:25 pm

Just before he walks out the door, Dameon looks back at the black mage and says "Oh, that was me. Damn chair." He turns to leave and doesn't notice the chair sneaking up behind him. The chair grins and jumps at Dameon's buttocks "OWWWWWW!!!! SOMETHING BIT ME!!!!!" Dameon screams ------------------ Dameon Wandering Bard Of Terra

Decimator simply shakes his head, relieved that no kumquats or boysenberries came. The last time that happened...oh boy. Decimator Wielder of the Ukulele of Doom