Ozymandias

Deirdre the cat suddenly hears a lot of stomping noises and sees a whole bunch of monstrous Flying Grapes approaching her. Deirdre the cat meows and quickly casts VE on them. Unfortunately, the Grapes look only slightly charred and none are destroyed. They close onto poor Deirdre the cat who struggles to run away. Suddenly, Greased enters the Banquet Hall without realising what is going on. He is nearly squashed by the Grapes as some of them fly into him. Deirdre the cat meows in alarm as the Grapes start to grow fangs and fly after her. Deirdre the cat quickly summons 1000 AAs to help her. The AAs are however,no match for the Flying Grapes as they continue to crowd the Hall. Deirdre quickly yells for Greased to help her as the Banquet Hall is suddenly invaded by an increasing number of Grapes. Afraid that Greased might not be able to help her in time, Deirdre quickly casts the Gate spell and summons 10,000 Knights to aid her. All right guys now it's ur turn to continue this...... Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 2/23/02 11:49:51 am

Dethyl walks into the Hall and notices fellow mages struggling with monstrous grapes Dethyl opens a warp rift in to another dimension and starts casting an implosion centering on the grapes trying to suck them into the dark void. Boy do these grapes hurt, and they sure can bite. Dethyl struggle to concentrate on his implosion spell, Dethyl's entourage of 50 dominions complain about fruit gone bad. Dethyl's black hole in the centre of the Banquet hall grows. He hopes some one covers him for long enough to suck the grapes to oblivion. ------------------ Battle does not need a purpose, the battle is it's own purpose, you do not ask why a plague spreads or a field burns, do not ask why I fight. Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 2/23/02 11:51:09 am

Thank you both. :>) I am no poet, admittedly (so far, I have only been able to write them *only* when the mood strikes me), but as fellow authors, I'm sure you can agree that any work that you enjoy is worth it, and if your audience does too, even better!

Timothy stood there, looking more uncomfortable about the child in his arms than the death and destruction around him. Wheezing hard, he lowered the child, then himself to the floor gingerly. Focusing his mismatched eyes on the boy carefully, Timothy looked at him for several seconds before pushing himself to his feet and making his way over to the corner. Strangling oversized cat noises proceeded soon after as he hawked up wad of soot after wad of soot. Many minutes later, he was done, and slumped wearily against the wall, sliding slowly down to the floor. Calmly staring at an ember across the room, Tim produced, packed, and lit his pipe. Inbetween unhurried puffs he commented, "Hell of a day..." before passing out.

Timothy ran as he never had before, snatching up broken body after broken body and making for the door again and again. Flaming debris rained faster and faster. Incredibly, many mintues passed, but by then the ceiling as well as pillars had begun creaking and groaning like a ship in a mighty storm as they slowly tore themsleves apart. After a dozen or so people were dropped unceremoniously in the street, awareness fully crept in. With it came too the true pain and exhaustion of the battering and smoke inhalation, as well as a feeling of having just run for miles. Shaking his head once to clear it, Timothy looked up at the gouts of flame that were now escaping from the windows of the cathedral. He stood there clutching his knees for support, drawing desperate, ragged breaths, each as if it were his last. Suddenly, the mental fog parted, and through his oxygen-deprived giddiness, he gazed at the rising cloumn of smoke, then the church itself. Such was the malice in his eyes that one might have easily believed that he had set the fire himself. Then it passed, and the scholar watched with a different resolve. He righted himself quickly, even as he began to topple over. With fists clenched and forcing breath through tightly clenched teeth, Timothy sprinted inside again huffing like a bellows. He searched at top speed but saw no life until he came to the wounded Gyrfalcon was tending. Roughly grabbing the half-elf's shoulder he shouted, " Tell me!" Confronted by such question in such a situation, Gyrfalcon could only answer with an utterly bewildered, "Tell you what?" The young scholar nearly had to scream to be heard above the carnage. "This pool- you look for it for the greater good? To help all?"

Ozymandias winks into view in the middle of the room in mid stride. He has a clear glass bottle in one hand with strange blue markings on it: ABSOLUT With a bemused expression, and a carefully balanced metal shot glass in the other hand, he approaches Tzimfemme, Rydia, Minta and Rosemary's table. Having gotten used to them being apart for so long, the sheer stress of them all being in one place again is having its now usual almost visible effect on reality. The old Egyptian does not seem to notice. Nodding to each in turn, he sets the bottle down, pulls out a chair, and looks thoughtful. "Tzimfemme...and matron...", he says vaguely, "The terms do not fit well together at all, I think." He flashes a quick smile and wink to Tzimfemme while simultaneously passing Minta a pixie stik under the table, warding his mind a little tighter against empathic invasion, and offering Rydia a drink. "It's so good to see all of you ladies together again. It's been far too long. Far too long. What have you been doing with yourselves? I was dead for a few years." His face darkens a bit, then relaxes again. "I would recommend to never upset Anubis. At least, not as much as I did."

I think he meant from the vantage point of the two, actually.

Is there a problem with discussing it?

Timothy eyes him critically, in the way that a rat that knows the snake is only toying with him does. "I wouldn't recommend it. Not if we really need the information from him." He scratches the back of his head, frowning in consternation. With a sharp intake of breath, he looks over to Gyrfalcon. "Gyrfalcon, you'd better go after him. I'm not exactly known for my people skills either."

or Don't drop your sandwich Pulling dog hairs from your sandwich a tough and thankless job Would they add flavor? Oh yes but only the kind thats good to a dog CHEMISTRY Chemistry, Chemistry. What a bore! Staying awake in class is a chore. We do all the homework, and still we have more. Equation after equation, it makes my head sore! No matter where you go, it's always the same. The teacher's idea of a lab is quite lame. No tear gas, No corrosives, no things that will maim. Don't mix acids and bases. "It's unsafe!" (So they claim.) Superman (Note: this is the closest thing to a song I'll probably ever write. If it helps, what I always hear when I think of this one is a tune not unlike "Particle Man" by They Might Be Giants) Look up in the sky, It's a bird, It's a plane! No, look again- It's Superman Faster than a bullet, stronger than a train, In evil's butt he's a pain It's Superman Bullets bounce off his brawny chest But still the villains do their best No big deal to Superman "I've tried everything!" Lex Luthor raves and rants Good luck against Superman Yes, he's a wonderful man, you can tell at glance But one thing 'bout him just gives me ants- Why he wears his underwear outside of his pants? Hey, he can do what he wants He's Superman ...followed by Something Heavy Untitled A little wisp of cloud traveling, lonely through the night A little wisp of cloud its brothers bathed in moonshine bright A little wisp of cloud barely touched by rays of light A little wisp of cloud, dissapating, its pieces scattered to the night UNFINISHED As I lay here softly bleeding lifesblood ebbing from my heart I find myself awake and dreaming longing for the time before we grew apart Shades of Gray White is black and day is night right has gone and crime is right Eyes are blind but heart has sight. A new day begins, as time ends. Darkness is comfort, Light, pain portends Chaos is immutable, Logic, always varies. A new day begins, the dawn is all in ruins. What it means, mind cannot comprehend Questions, mouth cannot send. O, what has happened to yesterday? Nothing is certain. All is shades of gray. Perspective I melt inside when I see a beautiful woman I am angry when someone is callous I cringe at work and getting up I laugh at a really silly joke I place too much importance on the owning of things I spend money like it doesn't matter I dance in the aisles, I hide in bed I love animals, I hurt a friend All of these things so easy to have But the hardest of all to grab onto to use and to keep is perspective Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 11/22/01 12:07:39 pm

"...read histories..." Reading is key there. The violence the vikings' swords caused, the wounds made, has all passed and healed. The words the pen gave to that violence live on.

A chicken wanders in, unsettlingly close to your nose. It stops stock still, cranes its neck to look you square in the eye, and comments, "Puuuuck, puuck, puuck, puuck." It waits a few seconds. "Puuck?" A few more seconds of silence pass, as you stare intently at one another. Finally it swivels its head round to examine you with the other eye. "Puckpuck puuuck, puuckpuckuck," it clucks as it extends a wing to you. Looking closely, you see a business card. Taking the offered card from it, you mumble a highly bemused "Thank you," and the chicken nods once, then wanders away, out of sight. You examine the card you were just given. The print is, of course, illegible chicken-scratch.

Because if you are, that's sexual harrassment and he's not going to take... Wait, we *don't* have any rules on that, do we? Well then. Ozymandias jabs his fingers in his ears, lightining-quick. "LALALALA, I'M NOT LISTENINGLALALALALALA..."

Attack of the Flying Grapes I couldn't pass this one up, and while huge it may be, it'll still take me less time to complete than all the Zool homework I need to do. *shudder* That, and it's the most wonderfully insane thread I've ever seen. -Ed. Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 1/7/02 12:52:47 pm

Zool Well. What a knockout.

Deirdre and knocked out Zool. "Sorry, Zool but I don't fall for such tricks. Nice try there, though!" She smiles at him.

Zool Zool smiles. He raises his arms in the air, loosely touching his fingertips together over his head. There is a blue spark and something sizzles. He slowly drops his straightened arms, so that his hands are further and further apart. The blue spark grows into a blue ball. The glowing blue ball of magic now envelopes Zool, his arms straight out. “You seem to enjoy controlling life as a god. Perhaps you should see it as a god.” says Zool, who then directs the energy at Deirdre. The energy envelops Deirdre. Her eyes close, and she stands stock-still. She feels a vibration deep in her parietal lobe, which builds in intensity and spreads like waves from a splash. Where the waves wash, she ceases to feel her body. She feels a rising sensation as if she were at the end of a taught spring. It wasn’t a pulling sensation; rather she felt a tremendous release, and incredible lightness and naturalness in the action. She flows up through the clouds, which tower like ethereal mountains, the sun just breaking over the top. Her senses have increased a hundred fold. All sights are infinitely clearer, sharper, brighter, and all sounds richer, fuller, more detailed. Thunder Rolls, and she sees the Gods are escorting her. The Heavenly choir sings as she is handed up to Divinity. All of creation is in front of her. Space is a vast ocean of heat and cold, dust and rock, forces and radiation that Deirdre perceives as intense color, all of which she could cup in her open hands. Her time sense explodes to infinity. Her mind sinks into the universe, which stretches to fit her view. She is effortlessly soaring through the cosmos. She sees herself and laughs joyously. She is an incredible being of shimmering light, with comets for hair and a robe of cosmic rays. She looks around, and feels the universe quicken as she watches the interplay of titanic forces. One vast boiling cloud of raw materials and forces catches her attention. New Galaxies are spewing out, young stars ignited, planets condensing. Galaxies spread out before her like sand thrown into the wind. They are dancing, caught in that wind, whirling and spinning, eternally being born, aging, maturing, dancing, drawing closer to their galactic partners, and finally dying, to cycle again, like all things in nature. The intensity of her excitement of the incredible panoply before her is only made possible by the depths of her newfound emotions. Where is the Earth? In one motion the universe responds to her idle thought by shifting to show a single galactic cloud, then a speck of a star on an outreaching arm of one of the galaxies and then a blue planet swells for her close observation. The Earth is a dynamic ball of interplaying forces, strained shifting masses, molten and solid, resting on its center, trapped by the sun. She becomes concurrently aware of all the other rocks and bodies whizzing around that will ever hit or come close to hitting the Earth throughout it’s existence. It looks like a veritable shooting gallery. She thought how easy it would be to reach out and give the slightest touch to a certain asteroid, and set in motion events that would crack the earth in half eons later. And she could. On the surface is a thin film of whirling gasses and water, with a most delicately thin layer painting the surface of the Earth itself with life. She feels as if with the smallest breath she could blow it from the spinning speck of rock and into the void. And she could. Her mind swims lower, trying to catch the delicious flavor of the peculiar activity of life. Looking down, she perceives each life form as a glowing light. Every cell, every virus, every slug, snail, blade of grass, every animal glowed with the light of life, crackled with the sound of it’s causation. People were particularly bright, every single one a shining energy locus. She looked at how delicate the underlying balance was that kept each flame burning, and how with a flicker of her eyelash she could easily extinguish that flame, or cause endless torment. And she could. It occurred to her the magnificence and Godlike feat of the universe and its prodigy. ‘Difficult’ did not begin to describe in the least the miracle of her natural existence in such a cataclysm of grinding, polar forces. Deirdre, from a god’s perspective, smiled. All was right with the world. All these people, through all the pain, suffering, death, loneliness, degradation, as was often caused by their own misguidance, still pushed forward, still sought their fullest experience through their fullest selves. By its nature, there is much pain in life. Pain, however, is a useless method to connect to anything. The goal is to break the pain, and nurture the person. Deirdre looked from herself to the others around her, and saw they were also beings of light. Oh, they might not see as well or get around as fast, but inside they were the same, and if the task is made harder, the accomplishment is only made larger. Deirdre opened her eyes.

Kiya Oblivious to the goings on, a small red wolf noses the door open and walks into a dark corner, where she curls up with a "woof". Two tiny faery dragons circle around her, one glossy red, one transparent purple with blue highlights. They twine their tails about her body. The trio lies down and watches the surroundings with interest.

The Grim Squeaker writewritewrite _____________________________________________ Would that I could drink... Yours, The Death of Rats The Great Squeaker Priest to the left side of the priest to the left side of the priest to the left side of the great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen Treant Hill Mob, App ____________________________________________

Racouol Racouol jumped up as he saw Deirdre turn into a demon and summon those MRs. Finding out it was just an illusion he angrily sat back down, while muttering curses and saying other unpleasant things about this woman. He continued to keep his weary eye on her.

Deirdre Deirdre glares at the Grim Squeaker and then at Zool,and starts singing in an unknown language. As her voice becomes sharper and even more shrill, her eyes turn into black spots and she grabs a nearby mage, smiling seductively at him. She grabs him and starts sucking away at his neck and then urges him to drink from her neck. The male groans and starts sucking away at her throat. Deirdre smiles as he slowly turns into a demon. She then conjures up a group of MRs who advance on the Grim Squeaker and Zool menacingly. Just as Grim Squeaker jumps to his feet, Deirdre waves her hand and the apparitions disppear. Zool stares at himself in shock as the "wounds" he was supposed to have disappear from his body. Deirdre throws her head back and laughs at them for having been fooled.

Zool Thank the Priest to the left side of the priest to the left side of the priest to the left side of the great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen! Of course, if she really wants to play...

The Grim Squeaker SQUEAK. Some frenetic scribbling with a black crayon later, Deirdre is handed another Post-it note. ____________________________________________ Uh-uh, sweetie. Tu es loco en cabeza. Can't let you touch him. That's a friend of mine. Yours Truly, The Death of Rats The Great Squeaker Priest to the left side of the priest to the left side of the priest to the left side of the great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen Treant Hill Mob, App ____________________________________________ The Squeaker makes a slicing gesture at her, and a shaft of radiant sunlight streams in through a long unrepaired hole in the ceiling, engulfing Deirdre, Zool, and himself. Scribblescribblescribble. _____________________________________________ Just cause I study Nether doesn't mean I'm a one-trick pony. Sincerely, The Grim Squeaker _____________________________________________

Zool OOC: This just won't do. Zool comes back from the weekend to find this thread is not quite complete. Zool wonders where this person came from. She really seemed to enjoy other peoples pain. "Ooowww!!!", screamed Zool as she raked his flesh again. Deirdre giggled maniacly. Gathering the last of his strength, Zool cast "Whatever you do to me is twice on you". With an emotional glint in her eye, Deirdre raked her claw over Zool again. "Aaaaaaauugghh!! Deirdre screamed, as bloody gashes are opened on her back. Deirdre drops her whip. Furious she savagely rakes at Zool again, Arches her back at the torment she is causing herself, chokes on her own scream from the pain, and then, grins widely. Panting, she desperately tries to reach the blood pouring from her wounds. She finally gets on her knees and licks up her own blood from the ground, such is her need for the blood of pain. Meanwhile, Zool has crawled away and healed himself.

Deirdre Deirdre grins at Zool and smiles seductively at him, as the whip cracks down on him once again, taking pleasure as he suffers in tormented pain. She smiles at Zool, and starts licking the blood flowing down his body. "Mmmm.......it tastes so sweet, so delicious." She mutters as Zool cringes. "Don't worry, let me heal your wounds." Deirdre whispers into his ear and chants a healing spell. Slowly, Zool's wounds heal up and as everyone sighs in relief, Deirdre whispers: "Not so soon." She brings up the whip and cracks it down on the poor man, laughing maniacally as he howls in pain. "Scream, my dear,scream for me. I love to hear your screams of suffering," as she threw her head back and laughed at his helplessness.