Guest Minta Rose Posted December 15, 2001 Report Posted December 15, 2001 At this point, I must ask myself, "Do I really want to take title advice from someone who got saddled with 'Elder of Balance'?" (Her eyes go sly for a moment, denoting Evil, and she sips thoughtfully at her soda. . .) Eeeeek! Mountain Dew?! . . .I suppose there's some cosmic irony in serving the official 'sperm-away' at this gathering, or perhaps a tribute to the Presence Beyond the Screen that is glad to see me twiddle with someone else's writing for a change. He has some now. (quick conference) No, that would be a *bad* title honey. . . .
Gyrfalcon Posted December 15, 2001 Report Posted December 15, 2001 *Gyr cheers and applauds Tzimfemme's elevation* You go, girl(s)!
Peredhil Posted December 15, 2001 Report Posted December 15, 2001 The Quincunx: Rosemary, Minta, Rydia, and Tzimfemme, Collectively the Elder of ... What is she Elder of? Should it be Matron? Should we - Peredhil shrugs and drinks deeply of his Mountain Dew, then wipes the suds from his mouth with a hanky. The Elder of Elders is Ancient once more. All Hail the new Elder!
Jakob Posted December 15, 2001 Report Posted December 15, 2001 Jakob tries to picture Peredhil shushing down the snowy slopes on a snowboard.... "Nope." Images of Peredhil challenging a near-vertical cliff faces of the the buttes of New Mexico... "Nuh-uh." Peredhil plummeting headfirst from the sky aiming for the small circle painted in the empty field below... "I don't thinks so...." Genuinely interested, Jakob asks... "Peredhil, just how do you do the Dew?" On a side note..... Matron of Bodaciousnous? I'm a simple man. All I want is enough sleep for two normal men, enough whiskey for three, and enough women for four... Quill-Bearer of The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword
Lady Celes Crusader Posted December 15, 2001 Report Posted December 15, 2001 *A grey tiger-stripped cat walks out the kitchen and looks over the cheers, she then runs and hides underneath a table. Celes, her mistress, walks first to the kitchen and than walks out and looks for her cat. When she was about to ask about the whereabout of her shy feline she learned about Tzimfemme's promotion* - Oh mais c'est fantastique!, Euhh... I mean its wonderful! Hurray for Tzimfemme, errr Rydia, errr... Minta Rose... Hum... She's Elder of What? *Jakob whispers to French Lady that they havent decided yet about what kind of Elder Tzimfemme will be. Celes nods and thinks a little bit about it.* - Why not make a title that will mention about her multiple known nicknames. I've never seen one mage to be equally known with so many nicknames. Elder of the of 1,000 Names... or something like that. *She then remembers that her female cat is on the loose.* - Oh my! I've got to find her before she's panicking too much!
Peredhil Posted December 15, 2001 Report Posted December 15, 2001 Doin' the Dew... The log rocks slightly with shifting weights and the slap of small waves from the shore. Standing with feet cupping the top of the barkless turned log, left foot slightly forward, right foot slightly back, hips to the front, but body angled toward the person standing at the other end of the log, the spar pole is cold metal in my forward hand. My opponent stands in a mirror pose, although their left heel is a bit far forward on the log. I make a mental note to try to run the log and then reverse it into backward motion. If one doesn't keep their heel back, they can't check the log's speed and they'll be running backward right down into the waiting water. The sun is hot on my shoulders, and our shadows look chill stretch before us. Don't get distracted, watch the opponent's feet! This is like boxing without touch, an intricate dance. "Are you ready?" The judge's voice begins the ritual. We both replied in the affirmative. "Then throw your poles and begin!" I release mine and leave my left arm extended for balance. My opponent actually throws his pole away, which shifts the delicate point known as 'the top of the log'. We're off and running rapidly, the water boiling up and over the log, our feet taking quick small steps, slapping the log with the lead foot to 'check' and slow it. Keep the shoulders down! Balance, everything in balance. Always stay on top of the log - as the top constantly shifts and spins. A little hop and jam both feet down. The log stops with a jerkk and I thrust down hard with my forward foot, spinning the log the other way. At the other end, he staggers and almost crosses the painted center line - and automatic win for me. But he recovers and we're running backward. I've my heel well back, but as I'd thought, his heel is too far forward. He's running quicker and quicker, trying to get back up on top of the log, his inner arm starting to windmill in and unconcious impulse to GET BACK but he slips into the water. Straightening just slightly, I check with my heel each step, slowing the log and bringing it back under control. We're away from the dock, and too far from the spar poles. The water looks cold. My opponent swims for the dock ladder. I kick the log and get a good motion, and begin spinning my way to the shore. Probably should save my legs, this IS the best two out of three, but he practices too much alone I judge. He tries to overcontrol the log, instead of working with it. His transitions need practice too, he comes up in the shoulders when changing directions. Maybe next time, I'll kick water at him...
Guest Morganex Posted December 17, 2001 Report Posted December 17, 2001 Morgane enters the hall depositing a lolly in the dustbin. "Has anyone seen Tzim? Oh there you are dear I just heard CONGRATULATIONS!! Have you decided...." Morgane's form starts to waver and dissolve at the edges seeming to shrink and twist. With a caackle Morg the Hag advances towards Tzim. Wafts of garlic and fish smell procceed her. "Finally made it. About time too. And wash that dress it looks disgusting...never heard of an iron have u? Well don't stand and stare young man! *with a stern look at Peredhil* Dreaming of logs are ye?? Well get me a chair and close your mouth! These old bones of mine ain't what they were....OHHH my poor back. Once u reach my age younglings let me tell u u will be thankfull of every chair...NO not that one stupid it's to low i will never get out of it!! The young people today..*sighs*"
Peredhil Posted December 18, 2001 Report Posted December 18, 2001 Peredhil Politely exchanges his first choice for a higher more comfortable chair, bows, and beats a hasty retreat. ZIP! And he's gone out the door!
Guest Morganex Posted December 22, 2001 Report Posted December 22, 2001 "Why is he running like that?"
Lady Celes Crusader Posted December 22, 2001 Report Posted December 22, 2001 *The Frenchie was on her four under a table, trying to retreive her frightened cat. She finally manage to grab Carbone, the cat in question, by her neck skin and crawls out from under the table. She noticed Peredhil's frantic activity and looks over Morgane's interogative expression.* - Well, ma chère, Celes finally said while still holding her cat by her neck's skin, I think Monsieur Peredhil is pretty busy with the passwords list recently. I apologies because I have to return to my quarter because I want to relieve my sweet Carbone from this very incomfortable position as soon of possible. *She then hastes toward her quarters while her cat starts to complain.*
Ozymandias Posted December 26, 2001 Report Posted December 26, 2001 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."
Peredhil Posted September 27, 2003 Report Posted September 27, 2003 Remember when the Quincunx wasn't? Spread out across multiple Archmage servers... Looking at this with distinction, I wonder if there hasn't been a blurring?
Rune Posted September 27, 2003 Report Posted September 27, 2003 Ooo this thread is corrupted! Look! Minta snuck in and posted before you even posted *gasp* Musta been a problem with the parser
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