Madame Quixotic's Prophecy comes true!

[Vigil StarGazer]

"You, Mysterious Dark Figure of The Pen Castle, are about to discover some most FASCINATING truths. Some of which you seek so diligently will come to light. Search your dwelling high and low. Look in the place you’ve continually missed, and you will find some truths about The Pen, that few know. Whether or not you share these rooms, or these truths will rest entirely upon your shoulders. If you wish them not found, they will not be. However, if you wish to share, you will be rewarded by something very surprising.”

 

Darkness… the swirling mist… intertwined in the squall of dust. The Dark Mysterious had entered the ancient room once again. His skeletal armies had done much in these past months in renovating the halls of the ancient. The entrance has been sealed and the hallow ground could only be reached by magical means. The rubbles blocking the east and north wing is cleared and opened its ways into an ancient library. It was unfortunate that most of the manuscript has decayed and fell apart even as the Lord held them. On the whole, the hidden sanctuary had been restored to much of its former beauty. White Marble tiles once again covered the hall so the click of the heels echoed once again in the hall to anyone who walked by. Cement mended the cracked and the fallen facades of the wall and once again classical fresco of the founding of the Mighty Pen donned the halls. The Atrium of the hall had once been filled with water gathered from the leaking walls, and the lord had the place form a pool. Now multi-colored lights danced in the swirling waters and streams of water shoots in a magical display along with whatever music the lord had put on at the time. The chapel on the northern end has been all but decimated and the Dark Mysterious figure had to improvise. Romanesque columns now lined the northern end and redecorated with statues of the founders of the pen in various stylish pose. The Statue of Ozymandias the Eldest of Elders stood in the middle, his hand scratching his head, while wearing an expression of one looking rather lost. Jechum’s monument was actually an animation of a ghost floating around dancing to some silent musical beat. A stone statue of Racouol was placed on the side as he banged his mug demanding for more beer. The carver then depicted Arawn in the classic “The Thinker” position, his expression was that of one caught in some trouble. Then there’s the sculpture of lumpenproletariat to his side, sitting on the couch like a lumpy couch potato. Zool looked like he was caught in doing something he shouldn’t and the expression on his stone-carven face was once of a surprised panic. Then there’s Peredhil, his spectacle hang low on his nose as he reads closely to something like an old grandfather.

 

Yes… it seemed to The Dark Mysterious Figure that he knew the place at every inch. Except for two places he dared not touch. The crypt beneath the fountain he dared not enter and disturb the sanctity of the sacred resting place for the elders. The other place the Lord is trending upon now… the hidden forbidden room on the second floor.

The Victorian glass windows surprisingly still held the water at bay, as the lake-water filtered sunray illuminated this room with an eerie turquoise light. The skeleton sitting on the varnish velvet chair grinned at the figure even as he entered. On the floor lay scattered pages and books all in disarray.

“Let’s hope Madame Quixotic is right.” The Lord uttered under his breath. He magically conjured a cup of pina colatta as he grabbed another chair and began to read and sort the tattered pages in some order, smiling or grieving or both as he read them… forty minutes later… the pina colatta is still untouched.

 

A month later, the yawning Peredhil still in his elven lacy pyjamas opened the door to retrieve his newspaper, but found instead a pile of pages bound and enveloped which had appeared in front of his room. He moved the fuzz ball dangling on his nightcap out of his sight and began to inspect what he had found…

 

 

Wyvern Vs the Ol’ particular http://ubb.magewar.com/AMubbUS/Forum36/HTM...TML/000173.html

 

St. Zool On Trial

http://ubb.magewar.com/AMubbUS/Forum36/HTM...TML/000227.html

 

Concert for the Conservatory

http://ubb.magewar.com/AMubbUS/Forum36/HTM...TML/000273.html

 

Registration for Mr. Bunny Fan Club

http://ubb.magewar.com/AMubbUS/Forum36/HTM...TML/000217.html

 

Almost a Dragon, A Musical

http://ubb.magewar.com/AMubbUS/Forum36/HTM...TML/000282.html

 

The Making of Pen’s Quill

http://ubb.magewar.com/AMubbUS/Forum36/HTM...TML/000450.html

 

Good Morning Conversatory

http://ubb.magewar.com/AMubbUS/Forum36/HTM...TML/000398.html

[Peredhil]

Begins laughing at his depictation. A cap with a fuzzy ball tassle - perfect.

 

Wow, you DID unearth some lost treasures. And I really like the description writing.

 

[The Portrait of Zool]

Oh My Gawd! http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif It seems I had left the game durring the period this went on.

 

Hmm... I never realized the trial went that far... I may have to revisit that one day...

[Salinye]

Yes, oh mysterious one. Some of the newer folks like me (Well new in the sense that I was never part of The Pen when it was at the other boards) really love and appreciate this history you've taken time to unearth.

 

My hugs and kudos to you, friend. *smiles*

 

~Salinye