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Well in Hungary it's today. Edit: hungarian wikipedia just told me that the day is celebrated on the first Sunday of May in Hungary, but in many other countries it is celebrated on the second. For those celebrating on the second Sunday of May, consider this as good wishes from Hungary then until the real day comes!

I wish you a very happy Mother's Day! May your siblings heap upon you the love that you deserve!

Katz, this should help: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ent If you want to go and grab the book then the chapter is chapter 4: Treebeard in The Two Towers.

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Seothen turned to Túrin, smiling at the ranger. "Seothen is my name," he said shaking Túrin's hand. "I've come because of trouble in the southern Mark. Orcs and other vile creatures intrude upon our territories, taking horses with them when they leave. I am here to seek Lord Elrond's council in this matter." His expression darkened as he spoke, betraying the emotions he felt in connection to these vile acts. "But come," he said in a lighter voice, "now is the time to eat and drink and be merry. Grave matters such as the one which brings me here are best left to be discussed during the Council." Seothen picked a chicken wing from his plate and took a bite. "You're a man of Gondor?" he asked, falling into the same error as many had previously, mistaking a Dunadan for a son of Gondor.

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Cities built upon its shores As it winds through the plain But when its level soars Much is the pain next: dungeon onion rings

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"Just look at you sailor! How can you keep your clothes so frowzy? This is intolerable for someone serving in Her Royal Majesty's Navy! I sometimes wish that I did not have to put up with such worthless idiots like you and Thompson, that mantra-ic idiot! I could swear that whenever I see him he's staring at that symbol of his. If Rear Admiral Poindexter could see this...what would I do if I had to count on the two of you to load the torpedos for me?" the captain rambled on and on... next words: ambidextrous lachanophobia satanophany yeast

too slow to get in, but this was my horse poem Speeding like the wind Their hooves carry them faster Than could the feet of their master For long millenia helping mankind

Seothen was luckily at a table on the other side of the hall from the disturbance caused by the dwarf. He could not help chuckling as Jagkatha literally threw herself in fury at the dwarf. Luckily the enraged elf was restrained and did not cause lasting harm to the unfortunate little dwarf. Seothen sat back in his seat and relaxed the muscled he had tensed when he had heard plates falling to the ground. He reached for the glass of elven wine in front of him. Normally he was an ale drinker himself, but he had to admit to himself that the elves' drink did have certain merits to it. He sipped softly from the wooden cup, needing to keep his wits for the council to come. He had been sent from Edoras to ask the advice of Elrond the wise in a matter, which had been troubling the Rohirrim riders for many years now. The newly awakened power to the east of them, Mordor had organised several sorties into the kingdom of Rohan during which their aim was not conquest and not even destruction, but they stole from the Rohirrim horses. They seemed to especially like the black horses, though what the reason for that might be, neither Seothen, nor those who sent him did not know. But he planned to raise the point during the council. He put his cup down on the table and looked round at his neighbours to see whether anyone was up for conversation.

Softly splattering on rooftops Non-stop from the sky it drops Go outside without an umbrella And you'll be a wet fella Next topic: telephone

It took Patham quite a while before he spoke up, studying both applicants at length. Cambio and Annael were waiting quite patiently, surrounded by a flock of butterflies flying peacefully around them. "Sorry about the delay," Patham started, "but as you might or might not have heard, we have had some changes here at the AVV, and so your application was not duly processed yet. We shall try to remedy this unfortunate error as soon as it is humanly, and in case of my co-guild leader, gryphonly possible." Patham picked up two sheets of paper from the table in front of him. "All the paperwork seems to have been taken care of by my predecessor, so it seems that all I need is to give you a mission." He studied the papers more in detail. "Ah, but it seems that Sweetcherrie already gave you a task to accomplish. Finding guards for our guild halls is a task worthy of someone wishing to join. I think then that all that remains for me is to show you the room of portals from where you can set out, and wish you luck on this-" "Patham!" Gryphon came crashing into the office. "There is another applicant here." Following close by Richard came into the room, his dark sunglasses now in a pocket of his trench coat. He seemed as if he were dressed for war, judging by all the various weapons fixed to his clothing. "But Gryphon," Patham softly whispered so that only his co-guild leader could hear. "We only have two more amulets. How are we…" "We could just send him along with these two and modify their missions slightly," Gryphon said. "Very well then…Richard I see that you are called," Patham motioned at the paper which Gryphon had brought him. "You shall go with Cambio and Annael here, and they shall have their missions slightly modified," he said, quoting Gryphon almost verbatim. "You still need to find guardians for these halls, yet you are also charged to bring back an amulet like this one." Patham held up his amulet for the three of them to examine. "These amulets are necessary for each member of our guild. Due to a mysterious force attracting these amulets quite strongly in the vicinity of one of the portals, most of the amulets close-by have already been recovered, so it is possible that you may need to travel far in order to find one of them." Richard nodded. He had already travelled far following directions given by the Info, and he was ready to travel a slight bit more. Annael and Cambio might have been slightly annoyed a having their assignment made harder by the appearance of Richard, but they did not show it. Just then a butterfly landed on Gryphon's head, which he gently brushed away with a movement of his wings. "Come, I'll show you the portal room, where you can begin your journey." He led them down to the basement, where they were faced with the tough choice of which portal to take. Finally the three makeshift companions made a decision and stepped into the swirling currents of magic occupying the space between the two sides of the stone arch, ready to face the unknown on the other side. In the unknown world, they nearly stumbled into a rock face as they fell from out of nowhere. Cambio only barely managed to regain his balance after Richard had crashed into him. As our three adventurers stood up, and dusted themselves off, Cambio couldn't help feeling the weight of a stare on his shoulders. He thought that it was Richard, but every time he looked at him, he simply could not catch him sending glances his way. And it wasn't Annael either. He only realised who, or what was watching them when it was already too late. The yellow eye, with the black vertical slit in the middle was almost as large as the palm of Richard's hand, and the scaly body which accompanied it was enormous. This wasn't an Almost-Dragon, as a well known member of the Pen. It wasn't almost. With the rock face behind them, it seemed that any chance of escape was cut off. Yet, after several long seconds passed, it had to become obvious that the dragon was eyeing them with something other than hunger or the need for destruction. Whatever he wanted was up to them to guess.

First of all: welcome to the Pen sea vegetable! I hope you shall enjoy your stay here. This poem was really interesting, it left quite a few thoughts up to the reader to decide. I really liked the image of a "whale song of a soul".

As promised, here comes a character. Seothen, son of Seoras Age: 57 Height: 189 cm Weight: 97 kg Eyes: blue Hair: blond, but graying at the edges. Seothen is a rohirrim rider, who served under Thengel, Théoden's father. He is starting to get old, but would not admit it. He is ready to follow the call of arms, should his king ever call upon him, but since that is never happening, he is reduced to telling stories at night to the youngsters about the times when he was still a great warrior. OOC: I'll be away from Friday to Monday, so if the game starts during the weekend I'll probably miss the first phase.

During the break Heather's hairdo, which had slowly started falling apart needed to be fixed, during which Dave gave Heather a few bits of advice. "Don't just give the dry facts...more animation...treat the ladies with respect..." "Welcome back dear spectators, guests and of course our two contestants: the Madame and Eda!" she announced as the two women came back from opposite sides of the scene and took their places next to their respective buzzers. "Our next topic is the one Eda has chosen, Current Times! Firstly I would like to thank our official newsprovider the BBC, from which the facts about the recent events, which inspired our questions were taken from." "First question of this topic: Which Lybian colonel are IRA victims going to sue for him and his country providing explosives for bomb attacks?" "Ly-wha?" the Madame said, and that was all she provided as an answer for the question. "I remember seeing this," Eda said, trying hard to remember what she had read or heard. After about a minute of racking her brain, she unfortunately had to announce, "but I can't remember right now. I'm sure it will come later." "The answer was Colonel Gadaffi, who is accused of being the supplier of several deadly bombing attacks carried out by the Irish Republican Army." The lights became warmer showing that the next question was about a much less serious topic. "In which East-Asian country is a rare dolphin reserve going to be built?" Heather asked, repeating the words appearing on the screen in green letters. "China," Eda simply said, completely sure of the correctness of her answer. The Madame nodded sagely, "China. There is more China than anything else there, so it must be China. Or was that more Chinese than anything else?" "Both of you are right! It is indeed China that, in an effort to preserve the ever rarifying breed of dolphins, is funding this project." "Our next question is once again about China, but in a completely different way. Which snooker player won this year's China Open?" To Heather it seemed that this was the hardest question of the tournament so far, but considering that she knew nearly nothing about sports, she was not a totally impartial observer. "See? There's China again! It must've been more China than anything else, not more Chinese than anything else!", the Madame replied. "The question? Ahh, yes ... " At this point the Madame's eyes rolled up to reveal nothing but the white, and she seemed to be suffering from a slight epileptic attack. Just as someone was about to panic she yells, "Steve Henry!" and returned to normal, blinking once and not remembering that she had spoken. "Stephen Hendry you mean?" Heather asked following the prompt given in her ears by Dave. Realising that she must have spoken while in a trance, the Madame could do nothing but nod, hoping that she had given the correct answer. "It was probably some guy called James," Eda said, "but how would I know? Snooker is a slow and boring sport. Who would watch that?" "I am sorry to say that neither answer is right, the winner of this year's China Open was a welshman, called Mark Williams." "And we have reached our penultimate question of the first round quizzes, and the last question before we move on to great discoverers and inventors. Which member of the British Royal Family was recently seen in a strip club?" "It must have been Charles, he had even cheated on Diana when she was still alive. I could imagine him visiting such an establishment," was Eda's answer, "Wasn't the Queen Mother performing last week?" the Madame answered quite disrespectfully towards the old lady. "It was Charles' son, Prince Harry, who visited a strip club upon his graduation from the military academy of Sandhurst." "And thus comes the last question, which shall have to decide the outcome of this matchup!" Eda shot a long glance at the Madame, aiming to unbalance her. "Who invented the telephone?" "Edison," Eda said, remembering him to be a great inventor. The Madame took longer in thinking, recalling old souvenirs from the days when she was still young. "The Madame calls him AGB, who, like the KGB, used to B. Most people, however, call him Alexander Graham Bell." "That is the correct answer," Heather announced. "Congratulations Madame, with a score of three points to two you are through to the next round!" Heather lifted her hand up to silence the upcoming applause. "Before you celebrate the Madame's victory, I'd like to tell you Eda, and both of our previous losers, Wyvern and Dana, that they should not despair yet, for we are going to give them another chance at joining our three winners. We shall have a quiz with our three losers participating, and whoever comes out the winner, shall compete alongside Jhenrau, the Madame and Gwaihir for the final prize!"

Eda speedily hurried over next to her stand, not wanting to appear lesser than the Madame. Her movements were unnaturally fluid for someone of her age, showing that age had treated her kindly in this aspect. She looked steadily at the Madame, and then half out of defiance, half out of thinking that she would give more correct answers on the subject, she announced her choice. "I shall be taking Current Times as my topic," she said in a soft and controlled voice. "Let the last first round quiz commence!" Heather announced as beams of light raced over the scene and drums rolled. Words appeared on the screen in shining red letters, forming the first question, coming from the topic of the Madame's choice. "In 820 AD, which Empire occupied the territory, which today is Germany?" Heather read aloud. "The Madame had once seen in a magazine that this was the Holy Ottoman Empire. Incidentally, this very same magazine mentioned the discovery of water on Venus, something she rather doubts," the Madame announced in her distant voice, so different from that of Eda. This was a quiz between two women, but their personalities were so different. Eda fingered the bones and feathers worn on the necklace around her neck as she replied. "I am pretty sure that it was the Osmanische Reich." Heather, who wasn't versed in German awaited the translation coming in her earpiece before announcing the correct answer. "Today's Germany was in the year 820 occupied by the Frankish Empire." The red letters faded, and were replaced by bright green ones, as the next question spelled itself out on the screen. "Well it seems that our random question generator is favouring the Franks lately as our next question is also connected to them. Who was Charlemagne's son?" "Charlemagne Jr." Eda said, outwardly sure of the answer, as she did not want to seem to be unsure of herself, not when she had the reputation of wise old woman to defend against the Madame. The Madame was so dumbfounded that it took her at least a full minute to press the button. "He had a daughter, not a son," she finally muttered. "Yet again, neither answer is right. Charlemagne's son was Louis the Pious. Third question from this topic: "What percentage of Europe's population did the Black Death outbreak between 1347 and 1351 kill?" "That's an easy one," the Madame nodded, "exactly 64.14159265358979." It took her quite a few seconds to utter all of those decimal points, by which time Eda had already made her mind up about the answer, halving her initial estimate. "One-third of the population perished during that period." *dingdingding* Bells sounded as the first correct answer of the matchup was given, and a point awarded to Eda. "Indeed one third is closer to the real percentage than 64 percent," Heather said, purposefully cutting short all of the decimal points, which she did not realise were the decimal points of a very famous mathematical number. "Of course the exact percentage of deaths is not known, but general consensus puts the figure around 33%. And with that Eda takes the lead, with the first point of this quiz!" "Moving on; last question from this topic before we have a question from the origin of foodstuffs!" This time the lettering on the screen was a blend of dark and light blue in swirling patterns. "In which year did Constantinople fall?" The Madame hit the button at roughly the speed of light. "He fell several times, in fact ... broke his leg several times, too. Always the right leg, poor man. But I assume you mean the time he fell to the Legions of Hell he was so bravely fighting, which happened when he was 32." "Actually the question refers to Constantinople the city," Heather clarified. Eda snorted at the Madame's incompetence, for she had full well known the real nature of the Constantinople referred to in the question. "Questions here are not clear enough..." the Madame muttered softly, before announcing her guess. "In the year 1314 of the Christian reckoning." Eda's colourful robes swished in the blue light coming from the screen and the projectors as she announced her answer. "It was much closer to the year 100." The correct answer, 1453, slowly appeared on the screen, bringing cheers from the Madame's supporters, while a hushed silence from those sympathising with Eda. "And the score is equal once again! One point each, and here is the last question before the break!" "Which country does couscous originate from?" With a slightly dreamy look, the Madame answered, "Mmmm ... couscous ... I remember like it was yesterday. My third boyfriend took me all the way to Morocco on our first date, to this little restaurant he knew ..." She trailed off as some of the audience quietly slipped out of the room, going early for the break, not really interested in the Madame's past love life. "Ethiopia," Eda announced in her soft voice, sounding quite sure of herself. "Neither answer is correct I'm afraid!" Heather said. "The acceptable answers were: Niger, Mali, Mauritania, Ghana and Burkina Faso, even though nowadays the food is considered to be the primary staple food of the Maghreb countries." "Dear spectators and contestants, now we shall take a short break, but don't go away. We'll be back soon to continue this quiz, where with an even score nothing is decided yet!"

That's what I meant Gwai, the button did look a bit weird. And the multiquote+ and profile card buttons also look weirdish...

I'm actually not sure of what colour signatures need to be in this skin. Do they also need to be brownish or black, or something else?

Just a list of what is done/needs to be done: Done: Multiquote buttons added. Redirection screen colours fixed. Little arrows in pop down menus added. Rich text reply box colour fixed. Clickable smilies colour fixed. Fast reply box colour fixed. Search flood protection colour fixed. Fixed blue lines. Fixed font colours in send PM screen. To do: Buttons to maybe draw better: Go button. Multiquote add. Profile card. Round ' "REPLY ' button's corners.

Katz: You can choose the same topic again.