Wyvern Posted August 11, 2001 Report Posted August 11, 2001 Within the enormous Cabaret Room of the Pen's halls, a small gourmet dinner has been prepared. The room has been dimly lit by by several faint glimmers of candlelight, and the curtains have been pulled back in order to flood the room with the light of the new moon. Clothed in his seemingly ancient and sufficiently snazzy looking 'S.o.B general' outfit, Wyvern paces back and forth along the exquisite persian rug. His darling Cheye had finally come back, after what had seemingly been eons of seperation... "Where's that damn squirrel jazz band Zool had promised me?!" Wyvern growls to himself, decidedly nervous. He looks towards a grandfather clock located in the far corner of the room. "They should have arrived something like 2 hours ago..." Wyvern stops his pacing for a moment, beginning to get seriously nervous. Cheye had seen him with two bar floozies earlier in the day, and had seemed quite discontent about it. Hopefully, she'd understand that it was in his nature to act like a total fool in the presence of the Decanter. After all, no mage knew Wyvern as well as Cheyenne... Wyvern seats himself in one of the dining tables chairs and stares up at the moon. He sure as hell hoped Zool knew what he was doing. Cheyenne was liable to arrive at any time now... And how were they supposed to have a pleasant dinner without music...? ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "I'll put it in lamer terms: If you came to learn how to make fire, COME I'LL MAKE YOU BURN!" -Big Pun, R.I.P Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.
Guest Cheye69 Posted August 11, 2001 Report Posted August 11, 2001 Standing back in the shadows, Cheye giggles softly to herself, it is almost funny too see Wyv so unsure of himself. The proud dragon had just about told her to take a hike upon learning she was a newbie just 2 short years past. Knowing it was the red hair and boobs that finaly caught his attention she can't resist showing a little of it off tonight. Tugging the neck line of her emerald green dress just a little lower and fluffing her hair, she steps up behind the dragon and whispers in a soft and sexy voice... "Looking for me Sweetheart?" "Wha...?" Whirling around Wyvern would have knocked Cheye to the floor with his great wings had she not danced back laughing, "How did you get in here?" "Magic, Darling, magic." She replied with a twinkle in her eye, with just a quick look behind her to make sure she had put the tapestry back in place. Thank heaven for Zool and his secret passage ways. "You must be becoming soft and losing some of your inner abilities if one could sneak in here so easily. Or, is it something else that is bothering you?" Stepping close Cheye reaches up and pulls Wyv's head close. Kissing his eyes, cheeks and finally his mouth she whispers again, "I have missed you so." Wyvern steps back out of the embrace and gives her one of his lecherous grins, "That is for later my Lady, when I can be sure of no prying eyes, for now please, let's feast and catch up on old times! I have the food, drink and music....." Wyvern pauses and looks around, then roars, "Zool!!! Where is that music???" Cheye~
Wyvern Posted August 13, 2001 Author Report Posted August 13, 2001 Wyvern quickly escorts Cheye to her seat at the table. Quickly pouring her a glass of wine, he kisses her hand and softly murmers "We do indeed have a lot of catching up to do..." Seating himself at the opposite end of the small dinner table, he mutters apologeticaly "Sorry... there was supposed to be a bit of charming music accompanying this small feast, but it seems that Zool has absent mindedly forgotten to call the group of talented squirrel jazz musicians at the appropriate time..." Wyvern takes a sip of his wine, then looks Cheye deeply in the eyes and smiles. "It's amazing how time changes one's perspective. is it not? Only two years ago, I had the ego the size of a small country. I'm glad I had the common sense to not let a perfect blend of intellect and beauty such as yourself pass me by..." Wyvern pauses for a moment and diverts his attention to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, only to find that the squirrel jazz band was now 2 hours and 20 minutes late. Turning back to Cheye, he says "So tell me darling... what have you been up to recently? Any proud accomplishments to report from the far off lands of Blitz? Has Fallnor been treating you with the respect you deserve?" ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is like one big crime: I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.
Guest Cheye69 Posted August 13, 2001 Report Posted August 13, 2001 Sitting back with a small sigh, Cheye contemplates Wyv's question. Thinking back upon SoB was a tough thing to do and one she had actually been avoiding. No matter though better he heard it from her. Looking him straight in the eye, she begins…. “To start with I adore Fallnor, he is a great Guild Master. Had he come into an unpolluted guild I think he would be doing better than he is though. Also, and no disrespect is intended, but he can’t seem to quit dying. Really, his freaking mage dies every couple weeks and he must reincarnate. So, while he has the time and the inclination and is getting very good at diplomacy, at AM I am starting to wonder. Ben and I had it out again, this time on the boards and very public. The problem is most of the people still with us look to me to see what we are supposed to be doing and question Fallnor’s judgment in lue of mine. I do not like that. He is Guild Master not I. I do not want the responsibility of it all anymore. Ben is still crying saying he never asked for the guild to be split and he never asked me to give him any kind of power over anyone in a authoritarian type capacity. Then went on to say he was going to leave when I lost it and told him what a manipulative little bastard he was. Saying he couldn’t win a “popularity contest” with me. I am not in it for the popularity Wyv you know that. By the time I was done most people were glad to get rid of me I thought. Anyhow, While Fallnor still wants me to stay as he thinks I hold the guild together in some inexplicable way, there is definite tension between Ben and I that neither of us seems to be able to get past. Even in our friendly posts to one another just to get info or feedback we tend to be snippy with each other and quite frankly rude. Since this last episode I have only ventured far enough into the boards to see if something was posted directly to me and that is it. Oh, the reason we had it out this time…Dr Weir left the guild. I supported his decision, Ben basically said good riddance he was a crappy black player after all and maybe we should declare war on him and go kill him. If anyone else had said it I may have laughed it off as he did say in a later post he was just joking but you know how I get with Ben….All in all I think my continued presence is more of a inference than a help.” Stopping to take a sip of excellent brandy, Cheye looks up and smiles. “I received your letter just in time. I still want this outlet and enjoy the writing and making friends and so forth but I just can’t do the guild thing any longer. Especially in any type of fashion where I have to reign in my temper and not be able to say things that I truly feel need being said just because it may cause a stir within the guild. I am tired of the anger and fighting and I am sick to death of the high schoolishness of it all.” Picking up her fork, she takes a small bite of roasted mutton. Smiling in appreciation, she just about devourers the entire leg before Wyv could even think of a suitable reply to her words. Not wanting to mar the beauty of their feast she intones just as Wyv starts to speak, “No words are necessary concerning the guild Wyv, lets talk of things that make us both happy. I am carefree in this new world you have introduced me to. The days are bright and beautiful but entirely too short for all the writing that needs done. Why don’t you tell me how your travels have been since we last spoke? Now, that would be interesting.” Sitting back with a full stomach but looking anxiously around for the desert cart Cheye waits expectatly… Cheye~
Wyvern Posted August 14, 2001 Author Report Posted August 14, 2001 After a short moment of silence and slight look of concern, Wyvern decides that it would be better to leave the subject of the S.o.Bs. He sits back in his chair, smiles and laughs. "My travels...? Well... I wouldn't want to say anything that would cause a complete loss of appetite, so I think I'd better refrain the tales of my recent ventures until AFTER desert. Still... you know me, the same old stuff... Geld chasing mostly. I'm just SO damn predictable." Seeing that Cheye has finished her meal, Wyvern makes a signal to a squirrel waiter that has been waiting patiently on a chair in the far left-hand corner of the room. The squirrel pirks up and nods. Dropping the chestnut he was chewing on and signaling to a number of other squirrel waiters, the obedient rodents quickly move out of the room in search of the desert plates. Smiling at Cheye, pointing to the squirrels and winking, Wyvern murmers "One of the advantages of having the top squirrel tamer of Terra as an ally and fellow guild member..." Wyvern drains the last remenents of his glass of wine. Leaning forward in his chair and taking Cheye's hand in his own, he says: "I've acted quite foolishly... I should have told you about this aclove for scholars long ago. I'm happy it interests you. Say... what about old Brute? I suppose he would take to the idea of the Pen immediatly... After all, I'm certain he misses his Decanter." ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "My life is like one big crime: I try to scheme through it." -Common, "The 6th Sense" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.
The Portrait of Zool Posted August 15, 2001 Report Posted August 15, 2001 Just then soft music wafts in with the evening starlight from the open window. Wyv glances out to see Zool strumming a mandolin, and the squirrel band accompanying. Then, a tall (for a squirrel) thin squirrel wearing a tiny chef's hat jumped on top of a tall stump and began to squeak, err, sing sweetly; "Oh So-lo Mi ooooooooh...." With a wink Zool let Wyv and Cheyenne know to continue their personal hellos. Later, they could get together with all the riff-raff and have a get together to properly get to know everyone. ~Zool~ Elder of Elders, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.
Guest Knight tB Posted August 15, 2001 Report Posted August 15, 2001 With a quick look through the window, a massive dominion stepped to join the band, carrying a wooden melody guitar, and struck up the same tune as the mandolin. The flavor it added was just what was needed. Knight smiled.
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