Gwaihir

Hungry yearnings Fresh happy yielding grapes Bagels like enormous sandwiches Cream-cheese entices Cookies saved Stuck, kowtwow work not yet time Hypoglycemic cravings LUNCH

As I wipe another drop of sweat off this note I search for a way home. Nearby the women wear the most ridiculous looking straw skirts and weave ------s with red petals into their hair. The beach is beautiful, but all the same I can't stand this place. There are more tourists here than you could shake a stick at, but still I am stranded and unable to contact anyone! The natives all speak English (though the tourists speak every language imaginable and a few that aren't.) but the words aren't all the same. For instance, their word for hello is peculiar -----. Tropical, distasteful and I hate saltwater--Get me out of here!

Count me in.

We allowed to sign up for both?

Agreed with everything everyone here has said (like Gryphon I've never thought much about loving my country...it suits me, but...) Also wanted to add that if you love a thing enough then you love it enough to criticize, heal, fix or perhaps even fight it.

It was all that late in the evening, but Ayshela figured she'd head up to her Pen-room and write a bit, but then she Gwaihir found her. Well, actually he ran into her and knocked the wind straight out of her. "Oof..."Ayshela started to say. "Just who I wanted to find," Gwaihir interupted excitedly. Ayshela tried to speak again, but Gwaihir didn't notice and went on. "By common opinion, by dessert, by consensus, by the authority of the general populace, by the advice of the multitudes, by the wisdom of those who know, by..." As he spoke, Gwaihir raised his arms excitedly and filled the air with clouds of pollen. Ayshela began to sneeze heartily. However, when she had finally finished, he was still talking, so she figured she hadn't missed much. "By the powers vested in myself, by the authority of the general populace....oh wait, I already said that one, by the inspiration of your general good works, by the influence of your hands and the friendliness of yourself, by the general confidence of everyone I proclaim that Oh wait, I can't proclaim any of it yet--no one else is here. and Ohhh dear, we're late. Let's go down to the garden." The forgetful elf grabbed poor Ayshela's and leapt out right out the window. She didn't even have time to protest before she fell two stories. Gwaihir had done this before, he was an elf and anyway crazy people often have guardian angels--he was utterly unharmed. Ayshela, however, might very well have been, but below her... Wyvern finally had investors "So, you see the pen is a very safe and wonderful community." The man nodded, "Yes, I think this is where we want to spend our million. You, Wyvern will in charge of allocating the resources at your direction*weeeooooohhhh splat* someone fell two stories and landed on Wyvern. The relatively invulnerable almost dragon deflated and inflated again momentarily like any cartoon bad guy, he recieved no permenant harm. The investor dwarf blinked as an elf landed on one side of him and an Ayshela landed and squished the wyvern he was speaking to. He turned and ran, never to be seen again. Ozymandias groaned and wondered yet again why he had ever let that durnded elf become a deputy loremaster. "Ayshela, let's cut this short. Out of the many wonderful people, general member opinion, elder consensus and with the agreement of the previous elder, we would like to ask you to be our next elder. OOC:Tacklehugs, yays and congrats.

1. Mynx 2. orangutans 3. jigging 4. X-Sabre 5. pigeon 6.hiccup 7. Elladan's weapon's closet 8. the time Tzim almost wore clothes 9. evaporate 10.trump 11. wooden leg 12. gulp 13. skimpily 14. troll-like

Happy Birthday, owner of the semi-serious birthday thread. I wish you joy.

1) Zariah 2) woodchuck 3) hiding 4) Peredhil 5) plant-like 6) paint-stained pants 7) praying for a ride under Mynx's bed 9) large bed of Wiggly Cabbages 10) Fuzzy 11) stomachs 12) Dancing 13) venules 14) Wyvern's newest concotion 15) Tzimfemme 16) An Article of Clothing 17) twig 18) The color of the sky before a really bad storm 19) Soles of the feet 20) card made by my student

Happy Birthday, Take care of yourself today, crazy!

The moment Gwai rolled out of bed that morning his cloak of leaves floated over to him and began scolding him. "You told us you'd promote him yesterday!" "Yeah," another leaf complained "he really deserves it too!" "We would never have let you shut us into a closet if we'd known you'd go and fall asleep without keeping your promise!" "ohhhh" Gwaihir said as memory slapped in the face like a wet blanket "well, umm I've been a bit under the weather lat..." The leaves weren't taking any excuses "Do you know how danged hard it was to slide out from under a closet door? I'll tell you it took us 45 minutes, but every single leaf of us agreed that we weren't about to let you roll on our your window to the cabbages and forget us and your duties." "No putting us in the closet again!" a big leaf ordered severly. Gwaihir sighed. "I knew this neatness thing would never work. Weell, where is he? Let's go down to the Cabaret room and tell him what an awesome person he is." Silly elf-naturally Gryphon wasn't there. When would a hard working mage ever want to work in the Cabaret room? However, here began a new problem, because it quickly became apparent that another thing that a hard-working mage doesn't do is answer the door. After quite a bit of banging Gryphon finally called out 'I'm just too far behind. This is taking too long. The other two have already finished my quest and I can't break now." Gwaihir snorted but his leaves reasonably reminded him that if someone's concentrating it's really hard to stop and walk over open the door etc. "Well!" exclaimed Gwaihir "I am going to promote him! A man won't take a break to recieve praise clearly deserves it." One of his leaves blinked eyelessly. "Uuum, he only has one door and it's locked--you can't really promote him in absentia." It took about an hour to solve the problem, but they certainly did surprise Gryphon. Whether or not he thought about the person who banged on his door, he certainly didn't expect them to arrive in by his third floor window! He probably would have thought it even less likely if he had known that his caller was the clutzy elf Gwaihir. But stubbornness does amazing things and his cloak of leaves gave impressively good advice. That elf was proud of himself when he stepped through the window. Gwaihir beamed at the stunned Gryphon. The mage had just taken a breath to smile at a completed part and then what happens but a danged elf comes in at the window! "Congratulations to our newest..." Gryphon held up a hand "But I haven't completed my quest! You can't promote me yet?" Gwaihir shrugged "It's an impressively big job you took on and we want to recognize your progress. You're too down on yourself lately. Don't worry, if it makes you feel better, your promotion will be dependent on your continuing to work on that quest." He walked over to the door to let in the doubtlessly cheering hordes. "Congratulations to our newest Herald!" OOC: If you do decide which title you want and it isn't Herald then tell me and I'll change it. Congrats, you do deserve it. And btw, I was told that he wouldn't let me promote him if I didn't include that caveat--that's why it's there--I know he'll finish.

Gwaihir and Mynx looked at each other and he nodded. Mynx smirked. Since their chat after Mynx's promotion they had been rather friendly and now they were distinctly up to something. One day when Gyrfalcon walked in to talk to Gwaihir about practical things he'd found not only his hair brush (so that's where that went) but a cat and an elf whispering strangely. A bit later a raven who'd come to find Mynx had been relatively sure he heard his own name. Naturally his feline friend chose not to comment on the matter. Naturally he was baffled, but shaking a cat doesn't make her tell secrets, so he had to give up. Then the next day as he walked into the Cabaret room he saw a bunch of pen people sitting around. He wondered why they were all looking at him until suddenly he was swarmed by kitten minions 'Ah, Drats, so that's what she'd been planning' he thought as they knocked him over backwards, sneezing vigorously.' Immediately Gwaihir rushed in--for once right on cue 'Ah I will save you my friend!' he exclaimed with a grandiose wave of his hand.' Mynx coughed and one of the kittens raised an eyebrow. 'Did I mention that I was allergic to cats' asked Cryptomancer through a lot of fluff. Gwaihir raised his hands in a sign of surrender. 'Yeah, okay fine, so I won't save you, but I will do this.' Gwaihir set up a tall parchment above Cryptomancer. ' Congratulations to our newest Poet, Cryptomancer!

Gwaihir sat and stared at the floor of his room occasionally looking at a book. He looked out the window forlornly. It was raining out there, but that didn't matter to him and he longed to be outside...if only he didn't have s omething else he Had to do. He looked at the book again and tried to say 'congratulations'...in cat, but all he did was shudder. How could anyone learn to speak such a ...meat-like language. Everytime he tried to say 'hello' he mispronounced it and said 'meat' by accident according to the Wiggly Cabbages. It wasn't that he had anything against cats. When they weren't murdering things they were very cool. Calm, interesting, peaceful--all things Gwaihir highly appreciated, but their language was just plain too carnivorous to understand. He was pretty good at languages-could speak ten plant languages fluently and was learning four more plus deer-like, mouse, horse and crow which he didn't really speak but could communicate in if he really needed to. But those were all plant-like minds; they didn't want to hurt or kill. The elf had spent two weeks trying to learn venus fly trap in an attempt to ask two of them to leave, but in the end he'd just had to give up and transplant 'em. The problem was that this time he wasn't trying to get rid of an animal he was trying to congratulate it. How could you promote someone when you couldn't speak their language? She was able to turn human if she really tried, but he was trying to promote her not make her tired. Finally he had an inspiration--even if he couldn't understand the language he could copy it down and soon there was a slightly ink-stained but relatively neat sign saying Congratulations to our newest Troubador, Mynx! Such beautiful clouds and the drizzle felt like the cuddles of the sky--Gwaihir took his sign out to hold Mynx's congratulations out where the world was beautiful. [edit] Yes, Mynx can speak English, but it never occured to Gwaihir to think about that [/edit]

Just in general, I would like to warn everyone to please get all quill quests approved by myself or Ozy, but still I do encourage all quests and long as they fit .

If they're still interesting then paste them in plain text into the library.

Ah, I see the game. Thanks Tzim. (edited, because I found the nimball game in the library)

Scarlot did not answer and Cambio began to feel uncomfortable. "I mean, I'll really try to fit in here. Everywhere I go I try to be whatever is lacking. I don't know who I am some days, but if you tell me what you need I'll look like him or her...literally!" *Cambio shrugs and begins to walk about the office reading the papers and decorations.*

Would you want to be the one who pulled the feathers?

Would we need too many more distractions if we saw a demonic duck of distractions being played with by EEEEvil pirates?

Now here's someone I haven't seen IC in a long time! It's been so long since I've seen this nickname that I feel I haven't spoken to you in years and years! Welcome and good to see you here!

Good to see you! Congratulations on a bunch of that stuff happening!

Gwaihir addressed the scroll in case it had ears. "I'll probably lose whatever you give me, but it won't be personal and I really will try hard not to!.

*grins* Thanks all! Tyrion, yeah, weird isn't it. Wyv, as long as the feather isn't Almost Draconic Brand, I accept and will take care of it. (If it is I'm staying far away.)

The life of a cat in a fantasy society loosely based on feudal Japan

Happy belated birthday, I always enjoy talking to you.