Tanuchan

Trotting quietly up to the place in the Cabaret Room where announcements were usually posted, a black wolf looked around and paused, seeming to ponder where best to place the roll of parchment currently in her mouth. Looking up and finding a likely spot amid old, faded posters, she flowed back into her human form and started clearing the board, neatly putting away the old announcements for later review and, maybe, archiving. Then, rolling out the parchment she had brought, Tanny nailed it in place then flowed back into her Otherself, leaving the room as quietly as she had come. Welcome Traveler! Whether you are new to the Keep, or an old friend coming back, or one of us who call this place Home, you're welcome to visit the many Rooms of The Pen Keep. In some of them, you'll find activities and challenges open to anyone willing to give them a try. To make sure that you won't miss any that you might be interested in, there follows their location! So You Can Rhyme? (Banquet Hall) First Lines (Banquet Hall) A Picture is Worth... How Many Poems? (Banquet Hall) Haiku Happenings (Banquet Hall) Mini-Saga (The Conservatory) Werewolf Game (The Conservatory) - sign-up required; look for the actual sign-up/OOC threads in the Conservatory Interpretation Variations (Assembly Room) A Picture is Worth... A Thousand Words? (Assembly Room - by Tanuchan) A Picture is Worth... A Thousand Words? v2.0 (Assembly Room - by Patrick) Feel free to add your own challenge/activity in any of the rooms, and we'll keep this list as updated as we can. The only requirement is that the activity is open to every and all who pass through these Halls.

At the top of the world watching over time over flows of burning earth there stands, gnarled and beautiful the Guardian of many lives- hidden by the mists of time touched by the rays of a new dawn crown of flowers that knows no fear.

Open to anyone who wants to try! This is the challenge: what poem would go with this pic?

Tanny shimmered back into her human form, ignoring Degorram's suddenly curious expression - they hadn't really had a chance to become more than acquaintances before they'd both decided to thread their own paths away from the busiest rooms of the Pen, and Tanny did know that most of the Keep's folk was more used to seeing her in her wolf form. It's a more fun one for most occasions, she mused to herself while waving at the two giant rodents and going to a table on the corner, making herself comfortable there. She had been away from the Keep for a long time, one path leading to another and yet another, until the journey had become her routine and her life. At points she had missed the old Keep, but the tracks she followed had always turned to be interesting, and challenging. And so, memories had faded enough that she hadn't truly felt a need to return to her old home. Until something pulled at her. She wasn't sure exactly what, but she had felt a sudden need awaken, old ties coming to life and telling her that she could, maybe, go back to see what had befallen the Keep. It had been a long journey, and she had finally opened the door to her old quarters in the middle of a dark, moonless night. The Keep had been utterly asleep at that point, with just faint echoes of someone working in the inner chambers. But she had learned to be careful, and had decided to wait while exploring in the way she enjoyed most - unseen, unheard, lurking in the shadows while veiled by the Elements she Wove. Then Peredhil was also there. I suppose one day I should ask him what happened... but then, this has always been his home away from Home. He glanced at the table where the Half-Elf and Mynx - his wife, now - were, and shook her head. Definitely lots of adventures away from the Keep. She reached for the wine, sipping at it thoughtfully.

And with the fire, and the meager meal they managed to cook from the few supplies they’d salvaged, there came the stories. (Inevitable, almost - someone had finally noticed Derrik wasn’t with them anymore.) Old legends related to the area they were in, some of them definitely fearsome.

Dancing the samba after two bottles of whisky the Captain of the ship snickered most lewdly eyeing the hips that moved like a ship caught in the waves of oncoming storm Dancing the samba after two bottles of whisky the Captain gulped, and looked up his partner’s eyes were stormy as the gale that sank his ship and sealed his fate. Dancing the samba after two bottles of whisky wasn’t as wise as he thought it was the gale came, and the storm came, and as his ship had done, he sank to the ground. New line: Chicken feathers

The sounds from the ocean were deafening. Waves crashed against stone, mixing their groans to the thunder, to the creaking of wood. The storm darkened the world, and the torn, once-white sails of the ship caught on the sharp edges of the rocks as they were shoved against the cliff.

Note: Old versions of this activity, first idealized by Solivagus, can be found at the Vaults (original and version 2.0). ~ Basics: open roleplay (anyone can join); each post must be under 50 words. This is expected to be a fun, challenging roleplay. A few guidelines apply: all posts under 50 words. Contractions count as one word. for the sake of challenge, please avoid posting twice in a row with the sole purpose of getting more words in... feel free to work on character(s), background, new events, etc. to further the story being told be courteous; characters shouldn't be hijacked without consulting their writer short OOC (out-of-character) comments clearly marked and separated from the text are okaythere's usually no need for an OOC thread at the Greenroom; if necessary, we might set one later. Have fun! RP starts next post

This has been a very popular and enjoyable activity, having created lots of interesting poetry in its own time. You can find the original thread, started by Cryptomancer, in the Vaults. The idea is simple: someone gives you a line, and you use it as the first line of a poem. Then you give a new line for the next one to come. Old lines can be reused if you wish, but ideally you should still leave your own line as a courtesy for the next one! So here's mine, to kickstart the activity =) -------- Line: History has no end (thanks, Mynx!) History has no end no beginning, no course it's a stream that branches, bends and splits - wayward child of whimsical gods. New line: Chasing trouble

Carnival Activities Note: these are poems that were once posted as their own threads in the Banquet Room. Poetry that was posted within a 'master tread' at Carnivals can be found here. ----------- Dreamless Night [This poem started as a repetition exercise, for the Summer Solstice Carnival] (Jul 22 2004) Cold. When did it settle, blanketing life? Where has it gone, the warmth of fire? Cold. Sheets of ice whiten the land Encasing softness in crystal armor The wind blows, constant and arid Keeping the desert of cold existence. Nothing touches the dreamless night Settling around the wounded core Cold protects and keeps at bay The battering rams of an invisible world. Cold is what exists Cold is what protects Cold is what breathes within Cold is the fate that waits beyond. Does the fire still exist, That burns away the winter veil Thaws the ice and bans the cold? Lizard-y (Jul 14, 2005) [An activity for the Summer '05 Carnival] The little Teddy - a bear so nice - looked around in puzzled confusion. It looked like an island - a blue sea all around, a yellow sun up in the sky, and a friendly lizard waving at him. So nice in his yellow shirt, so smily in his curiosity, so lost in this small island, the little Teddy Bear blinked, hearing the strong accent - the hiss from his new friend. "Little friend, I'm sorry" said Teddy to the lizard, "But understand you I cannot..." And the lizard jumped and hissed squirmed and danced pointing its tail at Teddy's shirt - brightly mirroring the yellow sun and the yellow of the lizard's skin. "Sorry still I am, little friend..." sighed Teddy, squinting at the yellow reflex of the sun on the sea "Your accent is strong, understand I cannot..." And the lizard danced, and hissed, from between its teeth "yellow" came, a hissed word. And Teddy smiled, and nodded seeing the yellow of the sand of the lizard of the sun and his t-shirt. And lost in the accent so strong, so hissy, so lizardy, he sat down to talk to understand why yellow was so important for this fellow. [Task: create a story with some elements: A teddy bear somewhere in the piece. The colour yellow figuring prominently. A "main" character (loosely defined) with a strong accent. Taking place on an island. ]

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~2007~ Liquid Sunshine (Feb 12, 2007) sheet of rain veiling the land cooling the air soothing the heart sunrays dance shy and frail twirling around watery arrows golden light shining through wispy clouds and pearly curtain sunshine bright merging with rain in my cupped hands - liquid sunshine. Ouroboros (Sep 8, 2007) It goes full circle from beginning to end from black to white from midnight to dawn spring through winter or fall through summer a needle that threads the fabric of illusions circle of life of death and undeath breathing into the night breathing out of the light weaving the enchantment that binds breaking the keystone that holds back to infinite singularity back to singular infinities.

~2006~ Big White (Feb 17, 2006) White, soft, blanketed in wind, cold and alluring - dangerous temptation draws the eyes grips the heart: rushing past a fading world, drunk exhilaration on the edge of control - steep slopes where speed rules, fear hiding from the joy of living. Amorphous (Apr 16, 2006) Blurring the edges, translucent flow filling, expanding - restraints gone flickering and changing, fading away black and white into amorphous gray. Giggling softly in surreal suspension, undefined wisps in silvery traces scatter slowly into gentle light merging again into amorphous shade. Spheres (Aug 13, 2006) sphere of darkness sphere of madness swirling black pulsing red uncontrolled feelings feeding on fear growing on nightmares of feverish mind tendrils of warmth wisps of fire reaching out from grayed core wrapping the orb of glowing insanity dispelling wraiths of balance lost sphere of darkness involved in light sphere of madness drained by fever spheres incomplete fading away sent back to timeless void held outside by burning light.

~2005~ Blown Away (Apr 24, 2005) Words come and go blown away by the wind running down in the rain fading out in the sun. Nothing remains but the scrabblings of a child who in innocence believed once that the quill created worlds. Ink wasted on paper that holds lies as much as truths transforming dreams in useless babbling deceiving hearts and living on dellusions. Summer Class (May 8, 2005) "Es, the first to be born, responds to need, relates to pleasure..." Pleasure... The mind wanders, rolling the word, while eyes seek the sun outside through the window which bars life, to teasing Summer just out of reach. Responds to need... The heart sighs, the eyes close the need for rest, the breeze's caress, coming first into a tired mind rocked into sleep by droning words... "... but the Ich is able to see the impulse and balance it against reality..." Reality... Eyes that open, suddenly reminded of painful reality that comes with tests. Summer's grinning, but before it settles there are weeks of torturing lessons. Impulse... Why would it be so bad to accept the lure of the inviting smile, the sunrays coming, carving the shadows, pushing away the cheerless winter? "Über-Ich, the moral part the conscience that dictates right and wrong..." Moral... The word strikes hard in a mind half gone, jarring it back into hard reality. Right... School needs to be attended, lessons must be learned, no sleeping and no lazing when there's so much to be done. ... and wrong... But why, o why is it wrong to dream, to long for rest, and respite, when Summer's out there? Random Words (Dec 20, 2005) Puppy Playing running chasing a tail fluffy ball of restless energy Yapping jumping suddenly yawning curling up in innocent sleep Looking begging puppy-eyes "Be my friend, let's play?" ~~~~~~ Eyeball Staring unseeing reddish tint scaring the unwary Lidless eyeball grinning teeth untainted white Halloween skellie. ~~~~~~ P? P for poke P for ponder P for pesky P for pastry... Such a mix so many options life's not easy - an alphabet soup. ~~~~~~ Butterfly Soft kisses inebriated by scent fluttering away following the wind Colors in the sun flashing gently wings carrying a lonely butterfly. ~~~~~~ Cookies Crunchy chocolate-y yummmmmmmy... Crumbling pieces of tempting delicacy homemade cookies. ~~~~~~ Coterie Stalking along folowing the leader finding the Haven under the night Brothers by blood consumed in secrecy Brothers by fate embracing undeath. ~~~~~~ Hearth Dancing happily at crackling sounds dressed in reds oranges and yellows Warmth spreading as a lover's blanket full of life of fiery desires.

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I have not participated in all, but here follows an Index to the Werewolf games. ~List of Werewolf Games~ Title Theme Moderator WW I Back to Romania An isolated village DeanTheAdequate WW II Land of the Rising Moon Feudal Japan DeanTheAdequate WW III The Case of Garnavon Hall Sherlock Holmes Tanuchan WW IV Attack of the Atomic Space Werewolves SF of the 50's Vahktang WW V Werewolf Ho-o! Oregon Trail Gnarlitch WW VI School Days High School Degenero Angelus WW VII World War Toon Cartoon characters DeanTheAdequate WW VIII Institute for the Mentally Unbalanced Mental asylum Katzaniel WW IX It's a party! Reunion Party (old WW characters) MeThinksUFoolish/Tanuchan WW X And then they were none Agatha Christie Lady Celes Crusader WW XI Salem Witch Trials [/td] Merelas WW XII Mafia! Vahktang WW XIII Halloween '04 special edition for Halloween Tanuchan WW XIV The Valley of the Kings Mummies Lady Celes Crusader WW XV The Name of the Rose Umberto Eco's book Tanuchan WW XVI Star Wolf Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic Degenero Angelus WW XVII Pulp Wolf SF TV serials of the 60's Tanuchan WW XVIII Isle of the Damned Penal Colony Kasmandre WW XIX Prom Night! Mynx WW XX WWXXRLTV Survival spoof Katzaniel WW XXI The Sand Harbor Homicides Serial Killers Quincunx WW XXII A Post-nuclear Werewolf game Venefyxatu WW XXIII The Succession of Chaos Roger Zelazny's Amber Gryphon WW XXIV Winter's Heart An isolated village Tanuchan WW XXV Wolf of the Dunes Frank Herbert's Dune Patrick Durham WW XXVI Vannacutt Point Ski resort Mynx WW XXVII Wolf of the Rings The Lord of the Rings Tanuchan WW XXVIII The Runaway Jury Akallabeth WW XXIX Looney Wolf Cartoons Sweetcherrie WW XXX Werewolf BEE-ATCH! free RP (Scarlet Pen) Wyvern WW XXXI Recording the Wolf music studio Ayshela WW XXXI Recording the Wolf:take two music studio Ayshela WW XXXII WereWolves of the Calla S. King's The Dark Tower Mynx WW XXXIII Wolf Masquerade Vampire: The Masquerade Patrick WW XXXIV Artistic Rivalries Art gallery Ayshela WW XXXV Back to the Village [td]Patrick WW XXXVI Hallowolf Halloween Mynx WW XXXVII Toys R Wolves Christmas at a toy store Tanny WW XXXVIII Man and Superman The Matrix Ozymandias WW XXXIX A Feast for Wolves G. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire Patrick WW XL Back to Basics the basic village setting... Mynx WW XLI Happy Wolf Christmas Christmas at Santa's Factory Tanny WW XLII Gadget Wolf gadgets Tanny Back to Main List

~List of Works~ ROLE-PLAY (oldest first) Title Forum Character Werewolf Vol.I: Back to Romania Conservatory Tanny the barmaid Werewolf II: Land of the Rising Moon Conservatory Shimizu Akane Werewolf III: The Case of Garnavon Hall Conservatory moderator Werewolf IV: Attack of the Atomic Space Werewolves Conservatory Terri Mini-Saga Conservatory Laranta; unfinished Werewolf Ho-o! (Werewolf V) Conservatory Amanda Tannison The Return of the Improv Thread Conservatory Rialla; unfinished Werewolf VI (School Days) Conservatory Arielle Werewolf VII: World War Toon Conservatory Peepi The Quincuinox Conservatory [/td] [td]Werewolf IX (It's a party!)Conservatory reprising Amanda Tannison Werewolf X: And then they were none Conservatory Anna Raven Salem Witch Trials (Werewolf XI) Conservatory Anne Arthur Pen Hallowe'en Party Conservatory Tanuchan Mafia! (Werewolf XII) Conservatory Saria "The Black Widow" Larani Werewolf XIII: Halloween '04 Conservatory moderator/Tanuchan The Crossing Conservatory Tanuchan, unfinished The Valley of the Kings (Werewolf XIV) Conservatory Nehrathi Missing... Conservatory Tanuchan, unfinished Werewolf XV: The Name of the Rose Conservatory moderator Werewolf XVI: Star Wolf Conservatory Mira Raiglan Werewolf XVII: Pulp Wolf Conservatory moderator Werewolf XVIII: Isle of the Damned Conservatory Lilah LeCureux Werewolf XXII: A Post-nuclear Werewolf game Conservatory Kyraine Morgan The Summer Carnival Beauty Pageant Cabaret Tanny-wolf, Thomas the Minstrel The Succession of Chaos (Werewolf XXIII) Conservatory Katelyn of Minobee Lost... Room of No Return Tanuchan WW XXIV: Winter's Heart Conservatory moderator; Lillen WW XXV: Wolf of the Dunes Conservatory Rahnia WW XXVI: Vannacutt Point Conservatory Annelise Berger WW XXVII: Wolf of the Rings Conservatory moderator Flying Lesson Conservatory Carnival activity; co-written with Venefyxatu and Panther WW XXIX: Looney Wolf Conservatory Niko WW XXXI: Recording the Wolf Conservatory Vanessa Lochmond WW XXXII: WereWolves of the Calla Conservatory Taleena Clearwater WW XXXIII: Vampire: Wolf Masquerade Conservatory Lilah Lestrand WW XXXIV: Artistic Rivalries Conservatory Cornelia Chesterfield WW XXXV: Back to the Village Conservatory Olayna Nolan WW XXXVI: Hallowolf Conservatory Danelle Cortéz WW XXXVII: Toys R Wolves Conservatory mod Back to Main List

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~2004~ Seasons (Feb 13 2004) Autumn comes brings change colors fade feelings strong. Chill winds around me cold skies Winter comes. Sweet breeze dripping sounds Spring comes love grows. Sunny blue children play slow river Summer comes. Irony (Apr 22 2004) War. Enemies. But who do we fight If not ourselves Our fears and our despair Looking at faces That could be our own? What do we defend If not our friends That could be them If just better known? For peace we fight For peace we kill For peace we bury. The irony of war. Me, beloved orange? [Citrus Sympathizer contest] (May 19 2004) This came up for the Citrus Sympathizer contest , which in turn came from the Citrus Crooner one . As I kept to verse, I opted for posting it here at Banquet. Hope you have some fun reading it. The lines in italics are from Katzaniel's original poem (Citrus Crooner). ----- O shining sphere of radiant orangeness! "Huh? Who's that?" I blink my sleepy eyes (Unseen eyes of course) And seem to discern The shape of a human And odd, adoring eyes. O smooth hard surface, so round and right! "Hehe... Hey, that tickles!" A finger touches my skin So softly that I giggle (Unheard giggle that it is) It follows my round body And suddenly I'm held Cupped in a loving hand. O crisp tangy aroma to erase all sorrows! "Don't sniff so loud, you'll make me deaf!" Sniffing around my skin So loud my ears hurt (Don't try to find them, they're my secret) Now upside down I am And dizzy I get Can you please turn me up again? O shining sphere of radiant perfection. "Ah... this is better...and thanks for the extra height" Held so high, I blink in delight It's been some time I saw things from any height (I wish I had wings to fly me back to my tree) It doesn't seem much for you Always many feet from the ground But poor me! I almost forgot the beauty of heights. The way you languish in the sun's rays, Letting the warmth outline your shadow on the table. "Yeah, a sunbath is so good..." Feeling the warmth of the sun I stretch and relax (Can't you feel my skin thinning?) You know, I've never noticed How beautiful my shadow is ...As beautiful as myself? The way you look at me so coolly, Although you move not there is a subtle shake of head. "Well, you do seem to be getting smarter..." You seem to know how to make me happy But I'm nodding and not shaking my head (Well, actually you're holding me sideways...) See, now I'm looking at you Trying to be fair and decide If you do deserve my smile and my thanks. But you woo the others, Lying incautiously amidst the apples in their skins. "No, not back there... please!" Low in the basket again... You are pretty insensitive, I see! (And I dared to hope a human would understand) The apples are so naive No roughness and no tang Don't put me with them! With your ever imprudent stare, You seem to be stroking the grapes with your cheek. "Who else would I stroke, tell me?" It's nice to rub and feel Those smooth skins against mine (Sure you know that?) These purple sisters are always nice Smiling and whispering politely They know how to show respect! O why must you disdain me, shining sphere? "You ask me, after what you've done?" What a whiny creature Not even aware of her ways (With such a big head, there's room for more brains!) First praising, and adoring Giving the height, and the sun ... To throw me back into a basket? O why am I like nothing to your whims? O why can't you just acknowledge my tokens? "You almost got my heart..." I blink again, sighing Wondering at the longing (Why, oh why am I here, and alone?) Looking again at the apples And the sisterhood of grapes Where is my kin, my mother-tree? O why must my love shatter against the hard edge of your perfect indifference? "You just don't understand." And now I remember Why I slept (Should never have woken) To dream of love Of perfect life And Citrus family. Page (Jun 1 2004) Looking at that big book I get lost over the alphabet... The mirror helps me P-A-G-E... ah, that's it. "...both sides of a sheet of paper..." Books are lovely Stories they tell Worlds they show Feelings they share "... boy servant..." To serve is important To learn, and to teach Humility as an example Of the strength of a heart. "... to call aloud for..." The distracted, the lost The waiting and others Paging is what they need To go along with life. What's this? P-A-G-E-A-N-T I'm part of it... "... splendid public show..." Opportunity to laugh To talk and have fun Pageants give chance To having new experience The small set of letters Smiles in delight Closing the dictionary Looking at the mirror It puffs its chest And looks very proud For meaning so much In just four letters Test Day (Oct 8, 2004) Heads bowed over creamy desks, blank stares at the low ceiling, nervous glances at restless friends: what rushing thoughts come on reading the ramblings of a devious mind? Papers rustle in answer to sighs, a glint of hope catches the eyes: just the sun playing on pens of tired students lost in the mysteries of tests full of wondrous questions...

QUILL QUEST - Poetic Portrais (part II) ~continuing~ Merelas Fiery temper, liquid rage Elven eyes hot in anger Brillemire flares and enemies burst Protecting his friends in burning faith. Turning to nature, healing as gift More power he has than meets the eye Merelas en'Bella, half-elven, fire-elven Fire that warms, protects, consumes. Mynx A robed figure bearing a scythe Lurks in shadows, quietly listening Wandering about with curious eyes Flashes her paws with feline grace Adeptly conjuring whatever she needs Shaping energy but never the mind Skilled with blades, defends her friends (However beware when temper flares!) Ozymandias Blue hooded robe covers his armor Akhenaton at his side in times of need Arrogant king expelled by two gods One for his faith, other for necromancy In Terra he wandered and found new purpose Reaching new land to love and protect Powerful master, Phantasm Archmage Quick to anger to defend his friends Lover of irony, vodka, and coffee The Steward of the Castle smiles and writes. Elrond Peredhil Half-Elven of ageless face Warrior and Counsellor in a mythical past Left the Undying Lands searching for his peace Wandered through worlds until finding the Pen. Compassionate guide, wise advisor Offers his understanding, smiles, and hugs Healing when it's needed, sharing his love Politedly guiding and helping to grow. Salinye Celestialgrace Weary traveller arriving anew A homely Hostel he sees from afar Grace comes from the lady awaiting Celestial in name, high-elven in shape. Haunted in heart by shadows past Powerful wizardess in her own right Born to love and live in mirth Ever playful, a caring friend. (There's a story unraveling now How she faces a dread Necromancer The Keep rushes to help their friend Will she win? - Go and read!) Stephen Hascodem Veiled in darkness, bathed in light, prowess coming from sharpened skills... A staff swings - enemies fall Arrows fly - to never miss. A fine humor, a steady friend, the ranger rests (smokes and puffs) feeling from earth what he can't see.

QUILL QUEST - Poetic Portrais (part I) Mostly were originally posted in the second half of 2004. These were also gradually added to even after my QQ, but I don't have the individual dates of posting anymore. I have archived several version of these Portrais. These versions posted here should be the ones I chose to go 'live' at that time; if any of the recipients of these has another version, please do PM me so that I can correct or add the one originally posted! Thanks /Tanny ~ The Portraits are in alphabetical order, and continue in the next post. ~ Ayshela Wood-elven maid, fair and fast Wary of strangers though always gentle Skilled fighter and magic user Guardian by nature and heart's choice Walks in shadows, ready to act Kindness hiding a fierce protector Loving heart lending support Caring deeply for treasured friends. Azuran Subtle touch serene look wisdom hidden by tender age - an open heart, a dear friend, driven by the search of comfort in knowledge. Cryptomancer A raven circles and lands softly Pecking at a Coke with gleeful caws Charming Mage who goes disguised Using words as source of power Silver wand scribbling symbols Revealing to eyes the Raven's thoughts Easy-going, tolerant man Skilled in combat when words fail. The Dreamer Strands of grey hair whip in the wind Escaping from the crown, a black iron band Eyes ever-changing, liquid in color Flicker with wisdom, power, madness. Past long forgotten in deep slumber Godslayer who chose to embrace Chaos Wielding Pain, ghostly spirit in blade form Walks the planes, Scourge of the Void Tall and thin, scarred by many wars The mortals he leaves to their narrow worlds. Finnius A little blue man Napping under an oak tree Dreams with ages past... Saint of Terra Lost Protecting friends as he can, Mage of unknown skills. Blue from old school crush, Borrows names from time to time Loving a good prank. Awakened, he smiles: Good-hearted and full of mirth, Curious and friendly. Gryphon Ascendant lord, weaving Air channeling magic into patterns of power artisan and mage, friend and foe balancing skill and fierce strength. Leader and follower of challenging paths faithful mate of a feline beauty smiles and works, weaves and casts wielding with care leylines in the air - noble heart driving actions, gentle soul protecting and caring. Gwaihir... Unwary visitors find surprised A beautiful garden behind the Pen Shyly screened by protecting trees Every seed finds a chance Even weeds will find their spot. Keener to plants than life outside Gwaihir the gardener, soft-hearted elf, Talks to plants to know their mind Absent-mindedly kneeling in the dirt Letting green magic flow with skill. ... and the Wiggly Cabbages Wiggly Cabbages help and guard Sending thoughts to find new friends Always talking and relaying news Iridescent beauty found by chance Enemies they move or shock away. Gyrfalcon No'Dessun and Daryl Carnsilion Roaming the forests looking for danger Fiercely defending his friends and the Pen Cheerful Ranger but deadly enemy In past ages a powerful Archmage Redemptio, his blade, a sign of redeeming Immortal half-elven enjoying mortal lands. A moment of peace and deserved rest The Coutyard invites a relaxing mood A Ranger thinks, writes and smiles, Draped on his stomach a werefox dreams. Gentle sun reflecting on pen Playing on fur of sleeping fox Golden eyes in cunning face Quick of hand and light of heart Changing in shape but not in mind Loyal friend to faithful Ranger. Katzaniel A tiger in hiding, studying her grounds Prowling about in forests unknown Adventurous spirit split in two souls Man and feline in hybrid form. Sharp and arrogant, meek and intelligent The tiger leads, the man speaks Spear in hand, speed in paws A cat sometimes, Katzaniel observes The tigertaur smiles, waits and works. (A promise was made to the Pen long ago Not to eat who applies and a friend becomes Fear not her hunger unless otherwise And even in this case love can be found.) Leif the Bunny Blurred grey with glints of steel meets the eye in a practicing ground: a bunny and an ogre feint and parry, grunting and laughing in their friendship. Chivalric code engraved on his heart, steadfast friend under his bunny guise, to help his village and protect his own adventures he'll meet with courage and skill. Once a protector of a mighty king, He also offers warmth and brew: come to the Ogre's Breath and enjoy the beer, wine and stew. Lord Panther Under the hooded cloak concealed in frayed robes sparks the flame of skill never lost. Warrior of many wars, loyal and fierce Fire is his element, honour, his code - a mage from old times, diplomat in many lands, prowler of Terra lost.

This thread is for the only purpose of reposting a few of my old works that were once at the Pen. It should be actually at the Vault, but since that's a read-only forum, I'm placing this at the 'live' Banquet. If you feel like commenting, you're welcome to - however, please be aware that these are technically Archived works, and I don't have any intention of revisiting them other than posting here. Thank you! /Tanny ~ Quill Quest (part one: A-L) Quill Quest (part two: M-Z) Postings: 2004 Postings: 2005 Postings: 2006 Postings: 2007 Carnival activies

"Certainly! I'd like very much to hear about the trouble you've been getting into lately..." Grinning, Tanny nosed her feline friend's side. "I think I've taken care of most of those 404 doors - whatever they are; at least in the halls of the main rooms. I suspect we'll find more of them when we go back to exploring the old passageways around the Keep though..." Mynx huffed. "I don't get into trouble, Wolf! You make it sound like I'm a troublemaker!" "Nope. Not at all." Giggling to herself, Tanny schooled her face. "Trouble always found you without the need of any special effort from your part, after all. Like when you decided to go werewolf-hunting long ago..."

Mrr... ^.^ ... Shakes self. Stop that, Peredhil... you know I completely melt down when you do that... >.>

Uh-oh.... o.O Tanny backs up carefully, leaving in a hurry - not quite running. Behind her, the parchment with Mynx's announcement floats down to the desk, bearing now a pawprint after Peredhil's name. Ehm... I'm in. Eyes Peredhil carefully. I'll die if I end up being the wolf. Period.