Peredhil

http://www.myspace.com/feldar Mention the Pen if you want to add me as friend or I'll prolly delete you as spam...

Drops off a chain-saw, primed and ready to go, and a 'get-out-of-jail free' card...

And a Happy Mother's Day to all the Mothers, Proto-Mothers (potential is there), and Muthers out there.

Peredhil Politely waits his turn, then steps forward. "Hullo hullo all, I'm Peredhil, for those who don't know." He waves to the various people around the Pen and nearly steps down to hug them all but remembers his purpose in time. "Hello Big P'" "Hiya Peredhil" "Yo Boss" come the chorus of replies "I'm definitely a lurker. I learned how to idle in the Legion of the White Rose and Angels of Apocolypse BBQ Chat Rooms on IRC, but thought, 'it's just a passing amusement, I can stop any time'. Little did I know how infectious inertia and apathy can me. I do try to read all that is posted here, but I find myself empty, bereft of words in which to reply. Even so much as a 'good job' or 'I read this' seems banal and empty, and I find myself going away slumped in defeat." the Ancient sighs, and clears his throat. "As for original posting, I find my Ring Wraith has been slain, and Real Life has consumed me with chaotic ardor. I endure. I hope to be back. I AP-E those of you I know well." With that, he steps down from the stage and fades into the audience

Nuncio paused outside Doctor Evil's "Evil Above Ground Lair of Evil" and frowned thoughtfully at the paper Guido had given him. The sketched map he'd been following had NOT indicated that he'd be talking to the Boss's favorite sworn enemy. There wasn't much more of the map and it ended in a sloppily scrawled "17". I'm supposed to help with a feline rehabilitation program? Oh well, Guido said the Boss signed me up for it... Warily he made his way through the elaborate and obvious traps into the EAGLE...

Number 5 is wrong? goes to have a talk with Guido

*hugs and cuddles, the girl that was the woman that is and welcomes the hawk back with love*

30. Under Hebrew law of old culture, you're now an adult. You can speak in the gates, take up a ministry, hire an apprentice and teach him. Happy, Happy... *hugs* ~P

Door creaked a greeting to the Polite Ancient Elder happily as he passed inside, pausing to appreciate the decorations and absent-mindedly picking up some of the old food wrappers around Wyvern's desk. Peredhil smile wryly as he looked at Melba, the Almost Secretary's desk and read her neatly written sign. "It's your birthday, you bum. Out chasing Brute so you can try to have a happy one, you lazy womanizing scheming almost dragonic low-life. Love Melba" This promised to be amusing, at the least...

Hugs proudly

<3 <3 <3

Would you mind putting a finger in this arterial bleeding here while I - What? Oh, that IS a nasty paper-cut! Oh, I'm so sorry you hurt yourself! Let me lean against this doorknob here to keep pressure on this while I bandage that... There. Better? Of course I'll kiss it too! No, I'll be fine, you keep your appointment. No hug, you'll get blood on you, silly. I understand. I'm sure I'll be right here if you need me again.

Polite Tramin Hugs! I've missed you!

Peredhil and his friends roll and hold 1 + 1D4 moments of silence for Gygax I think part of the success was that his name was cool. All those Gs and Y and an X... he could've been a modern medicine

W00t! Elrohir and Guido, suckers for romance AND lawful authority, throw rose petals and hand cuffs congratulations!!!! Big Peredhil HUGS!

Started playing D&D in 1976. It was transforming. Getting to step into the story instead of just reading was revolutionary at the time, and I wonder if people who grew up with the concept of Role Playing can truly understand just what a big deal it was. Kinda like growing up without video games or computers.

Peredhil's henchrodent, Guido, slips in and whispers to The Other Guido, the bartender and slips him a huge wad of geld. Smiling toothily, the Giant Guinea Pig chortles his way over to a corner to watch. The bartender, pulling on enormous asbestos gauntlets, uses them to pick up worn tongs, cold-forged of meteoritic iron. Using those, he opens a ceramic trapdoor. Fumes begin rising, curling, seeking... Hastily T.O. Guido lifts a small blackened silver-bound chest from the alcove and tips the door shut. Placing a chalice on the counter, he drops several small rocks into it. Then he bends out of sight. Various clicks, snaps, and Words are heard, then, strain shaking his muscles, he lifts a small glass bottle of Ole Peculiar and pours it into the chalice. Mist foams over the lips of the chalice, small blue fires dance eerily above it. Still wearing the gauntlets and using the tongs (are they an inch shorter?), he carries the chalice to Alaeha. Happy Birthday from the Rodent of Unusual Size, over in the corner...

that rings familiar. You have a knack of distilling essence into words.

LOL! I loves it. Yes I does.

I like. Very much. Impressed Peredhil is impressed. Reminds me of some of my favorite psalms.

Heh... social sensitivity. This is not the way of my people.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. A person? Yes. I miss you. <3

The softest sensations building in your heart; She came one day and posted from the start. Speaking poetry, emotion's native tongue, And now one year less toward young. Happy birthday Silver Wind!!!

Congrats Sal!!! Giving everyone a Polite hug, Peredhil sighs and adjusts Guido's fedora for him.* "T'anks Boss!"

Really like this! Tallying up my vote, the Eyes have it.