cryptomancer Posted August 20, 2009 Report Posted August 20, 2009 Ipsa qvidem pretivm virtvs sibi Payment for denial of vice, But who dictates the paid price? Res tantum valet quantum vendi potest And so in virtue one should aspire Far higher than Quantum sufficit. And accept the truth that in wealth Quantum meruit provides enough. This is in the world we walk Itself a virtuous task, For as many aim for a deity to follow, Quandoquidem inter nos sanctissima divitiarum maiestas, esti funesta pecunia templo nondum habitas Fere libenter homines id quod volunt credunt And so my work is play, awakening that Which appears appealing for the day, An nescis, mi fili, quantilla sapientia mundus regatur? Because they know the rule, that a person is intelligent, But people are a fool, lending their grouped mentality, To the suffering of the world as a whole. Argumentum ad ignorantiam As many do, standing on shifting sands, Argumentum ad hominem Cutting the tallest poppy, To wreak defeat upon its form as man.
Wyvern Posted August 30, 2009 Report Posted August 30, 2009 The sound of a slamming door near the back end of the Banquet Hall suddenly catches the attention of cryptomancer and the various listeners surrounding him, turning all eyes towards a rather harried-looking Wyvern. The overgrown lizard's Terra Trove Devil sports jersey looks like its been through hell and back, displaying many exposed sections of scales through its numerous tears and burn marks. A charcoaled Almost Dragonic Brand Hellfire Grilled Impdog hangs from the tip of one of Wyvern's horns like a stinky black slug, with another still-smoking impdog pierced through his tail stinger and trailing ash on the carpet. The reptilian Elder gasps for air as he turns his back to the door he just shut, covering the "Vegetarian Buffet" sign that hangs on it with his wings and ignoring the wisps of black smoke that creep from under the door cracks. He tilts his head back and takes a deep breath, then turns to sneak away only to freeze with his jaw open at the sight of cryptomancer and the other spectators. "Errrr, *Ahem.*" Wyvern waves some smoke from his face and lifts a clawful of Almost Dragonic Brand Hellfire Grilled Impdogs, finally unfreezing himself to speak to the onlookers in an appropriate manner. "t'siay otnay hatway ouyay hinktay!" ;-)
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