Peredhil

Elrohir was wildly throwing snowballs and not hitting anyone. His cheeks shone red and his breath steamed happily in the air as he realized the magical snow of the Pen's Keep replenished as he made snowballs. This was perfect. Taking a small break in his barrage (and taking a few spattering hits in the process, he rolled up some big snowballs (which packed perfectly and didn't fall apart while rolling) and made a small fortress. Within minutes he was throwing snowballs again. Whooosh! A string of six snowballs whizzed in formation around Venefyxatu's head, causing his hair to rise then settle with the wind raised by their passage. Venefyxatu didn't even blink any more. He'd noted that Elrohir's snowballs hadn't hit him except when he dodged. Shooosh! A high looping shot hit the wall just above Kasmandre's head, waking the cranky old Mage. Zing! Oooops. A snowball thrown in sheer exuberance actually hit someone. The neato necro gnomie girl Minta took one on the chest while she was incoming from the direction of Wyvern's booth. Elrohir had MEANT that one to hit the front of the Kissing Booth, but... He winced, then smiled as instead of pouting, Minta shrieked in delight and returned fire! What he didn't realize was that Minta had just been Tagged, for IT was hiding in that snowball... He didn't even see Bravery... Suddenly, the snowball fight was on!

(It is actually the religion of Jechum, Diety of Magic now. His character was Helenwaite. He was MOST persuasive.)

I'd just like to step Out of Character for a moment and note: I don't know where Ozy is getting these, but I'm getting a headache solving them. I haven't thought this hard around corners since the last time Jechum played my world and tried to convince me to let him start a new religion. Sheesh...

And now having zipped through the alphabet, missing some who should be here (DL Snake), and not being able to express what I feel about some (Vigil, the other Rational man, and someone for whom I've grown to have friendship and great respect ), I've come to a conclusion. The English language, and particularly the American culture's dialect, lacks words for all the shades of love. The love of a parent for child, and child for parent. Of a student toward teacher, but the different shading of the ego investment which modifies the love back toward the pupil. The hundred blends of friendship and respect and companionship that determine the love of friendship. How do I express the love I have for Kenn, even as I'm very very wary of his need to protect himself behind the Kendricke avatar. How do I express the love and awe I have of a Geldrinhor? There is love of God and God's love for us in myriad rainbow colors resonating through people toward each other, how do I express that? And how do I speak to the deeper issues of hearts that I've learned, the things people cover up because they could hurt if a careless or non-understanding remark were made? Such things shackled my tongue here, leaving left-overs for me to feel safe in posting, lest I reveal something personal to another. I did many posts, all far too short, all far short of what I really feel. Thank you for the chance to give a recognition to a few of you. If you weren't listed, it wasn't I was ignoring you or unfeeling, it's prolly because either you weren't a member (I skipped the Honored Guests), or because I was at a loss for words to express.. Heh, all those hugs have made me squishy and embarassing to be around in some ways, but I consider the Pen my online family, which includes the concepts: "You can pick friends, you're stuck with family" or even better from Disney's Lilo and Stitch, "Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind."

*hugs Appy* You shouldn't EVER delete a post that is trying to be positive. Your honest opinion is your honest opinion and should always feel free here at Pen to post it. Besides, that's pretty good advice.

*hugs* Prayers are always answered if spoken with believing. Sometimes we just don't like what we hear. This one, God has my approval.

The problem with "being better than nothing" in someone's eyes is that when anyone or anything comes along that is worth anything - there's no reason to say "no". Mathematically, if a person is just hanging around for familiarity (better than nothing, 0), anything greater than 1 is hard to resist. Scratches his head. Have I confoozled you completely, as Winnie the Pooh might say? Edit: Oh! Oh! Read what Reverie said! He said it so much better. *hugs the big R.*

Shudders at the thought, and then begins laughing as he begins speculating what Tzimfemme can do given carte blanche permission.... This concert suddenly looks MUCH more lively...

LOL. This is a great break from your normal style. Being a newspaper deliverer has started a number of careers... but in Finnland, I'd imagine it is COLD! Some of the Lost becomes a bit more realistic to me.

Sign me up please. -Peredhil

Quincunx, Ya know, I always have a feeling like a student sitting at the feet of a Sensei when I read what you write. And having met you and looked in your eyes, I know that writing is one of your lesser talents, for your are is ever better. Not only are you an artist with Pen and pencil, you’re compassionate yet passionate, honest without hesitation, and you’re the reason I played Everquest as long as I did. I consider it an honor to be in a writing organization with you. If people don’t understand you, it’s because they aren’t reaching highly enough, or deeply enough. You have my prayers for a healing and long future with Starlight. -Peredhil Racouol, Master of the Frying Pans, owner of deep pockets. On the AMUBB, I would eagerly look for your RP posts. I love how you express your sense of humor. -Peredhil Rahash Geldich, You haven’t written much lately, which is a shame, because you’re talented. You’re feedback was thoughtful, insightful, and sparingly given. I hope life frees you to return to us more often. -Peredhil Regel, Hee hee, my Elder at the Pen. * snicker * You really have so much life experience, love, and wisdom to share with us here. Thank you for coming to the Pen. I know you didn’t consider yourself a writer, but you do a really good job. And when you open your heart, as you do, admitting to having a temper but having learned to control it, things like that, you give hope to those of us following you who have flaws as well. Thank you friend. -Peredhil Reverie, You blow my mind. You’re so good at the free-style poetry, braving splashing far from shore when I’m afraid to leave the beach. And your feedback somehow expresses the beauty and structure of the unstructured. I love reading your works because you do what I don’t so well. -Peredhil Rhapsody, Your name fits you well. Your works are a concert of individual posts that weave a theme of overall beauty. Plus you let me rearrange your name in a silly way and didn’t bust me out. Heh. -Peredhil Rune, I miss you, but I’m so proud of you giving up your fears and plunging into a new life. Choosing the hell we know over the terrors of how much worse it can be is such an easy trap. You chose to leap and it looks like you’ve hit the ground running! But most of all, thank you for the Pen. This website you gave me for Christmas, so that I could have a better way to be with my online family, still rates as one of the best Christmas gifts I’ve ever received. -Peredhil Salinye, What public praises can I give you that you haven’t already received elsewhere? You’ve stepped up with energy and creativity to the Guild Leadership and have done your best to organize things. Madame Quixotic has left her lasting impression and your dates with Gyrfalcon are a Romanticist dream. Thank you for your public and private support. -Peredhil Shadow of the Butterfly, Every time I see you Pen name, I think of the pretty butterfly over the woman’s mouth on the cover of the book Silence of the Lambs. This is an eerie mind picture to carry when it is placed in juxtaposition with your writings, which aren’t terrifying at all, but rather always a beneficial read. -Peredhil Signe, Sent you a private PM, but publicly I wish to acknowledge that you shortbread cookies are really good and well-received. I hope your future with Candarius works out as you both want it to go. Thank you for spending the literally hundreds of hours with me in chat when I had to back up all my servers manually. About the 30th hour, it was your conversation which helped me to stay awake through the 40th hours when the weekend backups completed. Oh, and thank you for letting me “borrow” Signe for my Kissing Booth thread. -Peredhil Snypiuer, A Bard of Terra lost and always well worth reading. One thing about the good ones is that they aren’t in fear of losing a reputation but constantly push themselves and risk failure. I think that I respect that about you most; you still post and try new things. Too many people hold onto the glories of the past instead of continuing to grow. Good job. -Peredhil Soaring Icarus, I miss you since you went to college. Remember, you still have a character in my FARS world, so you have to come back and visit at some point! Your poetry has an intellectual zing that leaves me wishing I could see more. Hint hint. -Peredhil Solivaqus (Richard), You really are too too hard on yourself. I’m glad you’re starting to post more again, and doubly glad you’re testing the “good guy” waters. You’re a solid consistent Role-Player with a nice feel for nuance and plot. Besides, I appreciate the talks we’ve had in IRC. -Peredhil Sorciere, Not only I miss you, but many do. I hope you return soon. You had a certain magic sparkle around your writing that encouraged others to dare to try too. -Peredhil Sparhawk, We’ve come a long ways together. Remember to make life say “no” to you, don’t do it to yourself. And don’t be afraid to risk being hurt – it’s the only way to risk being loved. -Peredhil Tamaranis, I’m sure glad that you moved your casket from Archmage to follow us here. You’re good player, but a better writer. I like the way you’ve developed the logic of vampires through your writing, showing instead of describing. -Peredhil Tanuchan, You joined less than a year ago, and are already a member Poet. Like Ayshela, you’re one of those who sees responsibilities and without public fanfare just sets about making life better for everyone. Plus you’re one of the great Real Life heroes, a teacher. You amaze me, warm me with your trust, and were a great date. Believe in yourself! Some of us in life will love you whether you do anything or not, so don’t be afraid to just rest and be appreciated. -Peredhil Tasslehoff AngelXIIX, First of all, thank you for choosing to serve your country militarily. Whether or not the leadership’s policies are right or wrong, it the patriots who give up their freedoms to attempt to keep others free deserve respect from me. That said, I miss your Kender fun, your penguin madness, and your friendship. -Peredhil Tattered, Honey, you always have a place in my heart, if no where else. Thank you for having the bravery enough to post the issues of your life and in doing so find out that you aren’t alone, and need not be ashamed. Remember to breathe while you endure. -Peredhil The Big Pointy One (Mr. Bunny, et al), BPO, it’s pretty amazing when one of your cast of characters around the main one (Mr. Bunny) becomes a Bard of Terra Lost and you don’t. I love your Role Playing, your characters, your support, and your friendship. I guess it would be hard to state it better than the Bard himself. “…” -Peredhil, a member of the Mr. Bunny Fan Club The Portrait of Zool, Brother, you and Ozymandias are the reason I posted on the AM UBB. You are the reason I dared post my writings and poetry, believing in my when no one else did. You are the reason I’m a Bard of Terra Lost. Boy, have YOU got a lot for which to answer! The period when, as fellow Seekers of truth, you and I had time to share writings, hearts, and lives still are a warm memory. If I ever publish William, you’ll be one of the two to whom it is dedicated. You are the Saint I named you on the List. Master of the flush post and one of the most encouraging men I know. -Peredhil Tralla, We’ve lost to you heavy class loads and your constant seeking of perfection. But we’re all waiting for you to come back and finish Gifts of Fear. I’d have to PM you the rest. *GLOMP!* -Peredhil Troubled Sleep, You really should post enough to get yourself promoted. You demonstrate all the characteristics that make up a full Member of the Pen, it’s just a matter of jumping through the hoops. I particularly like your short stories… perhaps a Troubadour? -Peredhil Tyrion, Our Official Non-Member. I don’t think I’m going to get all sloppy and emotional about friendship and love with you, because you are one of the two most rational people I know. That I approve of a heart you’ve won should say it all. -Peredhil Valdar and Astralis, \\\O^O/// Not only are you an amazing writer, to be able to keep up with Zadown, but you were and are a better friend in Everquest than 98% of the Guild to which I belonged. Despite being busy with grouping and monster hunting, you always had time for a quick “hello” if nothing else. In that obsessive game, that turned out to be very rare. I love your ear katas. -Peredhil Vanessa, From the Crossing to your Journal, you have given me many enjoyable reads. Oh, and your poems are too rarely posted. Your eagerness to meet other Pennites when you signed up for the Writing Exchange was wonderfully refreshing. Don’t lose your joy in people or life. And thank you for forcing Richard to post. -Peredhil Venefyxatu, A page in, what?, two months? The snow in the Courtyard was great fun, and you’re participation in all the Carnival events has been well done. You work well with others – I see a deep background in good Fantasy Role Playing Games in Real Life leaking through. I’m looking forward to seeing where you are, Pen-wise, in a year. -Peredhil Vincent Silver, Your spelling is still terrible, but your works are so well done that they shine through that anyway. Dude, use a spell checker after you write your inspirations and you’ll silence any possible criticism except suggestions on how to grow. * hugs* -Peredhil Vlad, Another of my vampiric friends. I hope you don’t mind too much, but I stole you for my FARS world under a different name. I only steal from the best, so I’ll let that speak for itself. -Peredhil Wrenwind, PMed, but thank you for the time, support, and sipping tea patiently while I bounced off walls. -Peredhil Wyvern, It seems shocking to me that you’ve been here long enough to graduate already. I’ll always treasure the look on your face when I first met you on the Metro and gave you a big hug – I’d warned you! Your energy, your creativity, your Role Playing skills, all these have been mentioned over and over elsewhere. What seems to be missed is that you have a passionate soul and a gentle heart, and make a really really good friend. -Peredhil X-Sabre, I refuse to give up on you, even when you give up on yourself. Give up bitterness and defeat, and embrace whatever in life you can. It’s better to feel fully than to hide talents like yours. -Peredhil Xaious, Master of time and steel-toed boots. You’ve had endless energy and have shown a lot of growth since you first showed up. You’re maturing into quite the Role-Player. A pleasure to read. I imagine I’ll be bidding against you as one of the competition for Ayshela on the Bachelorette auction. -Peredhil Xradion, I wish you’d come back. Your writing was so well crafted. Miss you. -Peredhil Yui-chan, Writer, Artist, Poet, Officer, Organizer, the list just goes on and on. The world of Two-skies attracted some of the best writers around, and helped them grow like no where else, and was so good that at one point we considered merging. Without you, I’m not sure the Pen would be what it is today; I know that Darkness Rising, which I consider to be my best co-written piece, wouldn’t have been completed. When others falter and grow exhausted, it’s you and Wyvern who carry us all until we recover. Congratulations on life with Aegon, may your dreams come true. Zadown, The first Bard of the Pen ever. Your writing doesn’t fit in any scale I have. Like Tolkein or Tolstoy, it just is, incomparable. I wish I could write like you, see through the eyes of your creativity. Thank you for the times you’ve given me the honor of seeing your works before others. But most of all, as moody and changeable as you rate yourself, thank you for being my constant friend. -Peredhil Zariah, You give the best gifts. The best gift you’ve given was bringing my son’s heart back to life. Thank you. Call me Dad. -Peredhil

Happy birthday M'lady Madoka! *hugs*

I don't want To be better than nothing in your eyes. To be the idiot across the table. To have you feel trapped by the budget. To be condemned because I have friends. To be disrespectful. To have an adversary. To have to watch and weigh my every word. To burden you with gratitude. I want To be forgiven. To have truth. To have easy conversations. To agree on major issues. To have a partner. To be accepted. To be appreciated. I want to be wanted freely.

Lady Madoka, You told me once you started writing to improve your command of English. I’d say you not only improved, but mastered it. You definitely live as a daughter of Samurai. I hope you can visit us with your presence occasionally. -Peredhil Melba, You make great food, don’t let Wyvern tell you differently. You’re a wonderful Almost Secretary, and have a big heart, in proportion to the rest of you. Just more of you to love. I hope you get Brutesy someday. -Peredhil Merelas, You’ve come such a long way. Even as Balladore, you showed great skills as a writer. Now you’ve grow as a person to the point you’ve opinions without being strident, and confidence without being arrogant. I’m glad to see you up in the voting membership. -Peredhil Mira, You’re one of the truest poets I know. I’m really glad you came here, and even more glad you stayed. You don't nearly get the responses and feedback you earn and deserve, but maybe you leave others speechless besides me. -Peredhil Mynx, One of the Trio of RP! You bring out the best not only in Cat’ and Gryph’, but have provoked the rest of us into writing not only more, but better. Thank you for coming to the Pen. -Peredhil Nyyark, I love you as a son. But not only that, the subtleties of your thinking and creativity leave me wordless, often. I wish you had time and energy to write down and develop more of your identities. -Peredhil Orlan, You are indeed the Man. In and out of character, I think I have more respect for you than even you have for yourself – and you’re one of the most rational people I know. Thank you so very very much for all the support you give to the Pen, behind the scenes. You were guaranteed an Elder spot when we started in perpetuity, but you’ve shown repeatedly why you are Elder of Bards. Minta’s bedtime story is still one of my all time favorites. -Peredhil Ozymandias, Loremaster and friend. You’re far better in Real Life than online. Most people, like me, talk Christianity more than living it. You live it. You’re an amazing man of convictions – and a darned good writer too! -Peredhil Parmenion, You’ve the gift of speech and writing and the will to develop it. You’ve managed to reach past your anger and bring forth award winning sensitivity. Plus you write a great record of travels. Next time you travel, come see me! -Peredhil Psimon, Hey, both of y’all and Bob the Golem need to come back! -Peredhil Purple Shadows, Hon’, you need to get that Quill Quest out of the way so we can promote you! You have a range of talents, but more importantly, you have the heart to reach out and support others in their growth too. -Peredhil

Sure t'ing. Guido grinned widely and started packing food into his steamer trunk sized backpack.

'Advice Is What We Ask For When We Already Know The Answer But Wish We Didnt' Erica Jong

*hugs*

*hugs Vigil* Wow. that's rough!

Push it in and pull it through Then loop it round about. Once the threadings done and tied I'll sew you up no doubt.

As awareness beyond awareness came into her eyes, Peredhil sat bemused at the results of the kiss. He was used to multiple levels of awareness and exclusion, but if was passing rare to find it in someone else. At her comment, he recalled himself to his duties as a host. "Oh! I'm sorry! It felt right at the time. Ummm. Here you go." He pulled his love and spirit for the brave woman waiting back into himself, where he usually hid such powerful feelings lest they overwhelm others. He made sure it was a slow fade, to ensure she wasn't overwhelmed by the sudden return of the Pen's Entities. It wasn't until after he'd hugged her and escorted her to the opening beside the counter he realized that she was clothed only in her magnificent hair. He shook his head as he realized once again he really needed to start looking at the OUTSIDES of people, as well as the insides. After all, he didn't want to tarnish her reputation with anything that might seem inappropriate.

Lady Celes Crusader, Mon ami, I have nothing but respect for you. Your courageous battle to keep the Pen multicultural and your championship of ensuring that other languages have their own place would be enough. But you also stepped up into the difficulty of Guild Leadership when they were new and young. And you’ve consistently and actively supported all the Pen in Role Playing, commentary, and your Café. Thank you. -Peredhil Loki Wyrd, You’ve a fresh voice and one that should be heard more. Sometimes your poetry is dark and brooding, and at other times enough to stir the heart, but it is always worth reading. -Peredhil Lumpenproletariat, James, from Warleader of the Pen, to LoreMaster, to Elder, to IRC buddy, you’ve always been there for us. You were one of the first to take a stance on what you believed to the point of stepping down completely from the Tower- something that whether others agreed or not, caused us all to stop, think, and reconsider. Not enough people put integrity over power in life, however you are an example of just that. -Peredhil

This is marvelous. I took the liberty of changing "through" to "threw", I hope you don't mind. *hugs* P

Really well done. Although I get all protective of her and angry at him for being a dog. Amazing how you captured such tension and built toward the resolution in so few lines. It's poems like this that make me love poetry. (ps. I'm taking the liberty of applying this to your "weenie award" as a buy off. If you want, you can put "non-weenie" or something in the subtopic to be official and all that.) Like Rev' said, welcome back.

Peredhil carefully tucked one of the crow feathers above his ear, right below the silver on his temple. He'd had crow black hair for a long long time, but eventually even Elves age. Abruptly, he looked up, feeling distress unusual in the Pen. Tzimfemme! Of all the Quincunx the boldest in speech, yet no less mystical for that. Leaping lightly over the counter before she could blunder into it, he heard her broken pleas, a call for help he'd never heard pass her lips before. Ignoring the crimson blood-stained lips, the highly dialated eyes, he tenderly caught her up in his arms, cradling her head against his shoulder. She was much lighter than he'd thought she'd be; he always forgot that vampiric trait. Taking her back into the curtained booth, he rocked her gently, smoothing her hair and rubbing her back, while he opened himself to impressions from her fevered mind. A wild kalidescope of impressions and patterns, whirling geometrical patterns which graphically represent the language of math that explains realities, overlaid and overburdened with flashing spirts and pulsating powers. Lowering one's defenses in the Pen opened one to blinding degrees of power in all wave-lengths. He didn't know the source of her anguish, but the mathmatical nature of the probability suggested the engimatic Rosemary hovering in the background like a shadowy cape. Slightly nonplussed, he allowed his spirit to flare up around them, momentarily showing himself as the Elf Lord he once was, guarding them in a tiny twist of reality that was just the two of them within the shield of his pure love for her. A shield carefully not touching her, for he didn't know how a vampiress would react to the rainbow spectrum of affection, love, respect, and fierce protectiveness he felt toward one of his oldest friends in this Plane. Safe for a moment, he wiped the blood from her mouth with a gentle hand, then pricked his finger on one of her fangs, letting exactly forty-nine drops of his blood drop through her parted lips. Hiding her head against his shoulder, he hugged her gently to himself and waited, hopefully, to see if this might help.

Peredhil blinked again. He'd really thought that he'd end up paying the Ladies for kisses, not the other way around. "Thank you!" He called after Wren, when he recovered his wits. He'd always thought that Elladan took after him in somethings, but he'd never thought of himself as a great kisser like Dan'. Or maybe she meant Elrohir, but he was a ranger(, although not a Dunadan). His bride was his bow, his love was chivalry. Actually, Elrond often wished he were a bit more like his sons.