Peredhil

Hi Brian, Welcome to the Pen! It's great to see you at last - I've heard a lot about you. And that's not a bad first poem - This is a place to grow. Oh- and if you break Arwen's heart, I'll sic her brothers on you... -Peredhil

Hmm. This could be a little Rude, but... A bus full of exceedingly Ugly people was traveling down the Interstate Highway when it was involved in a head-on collison with a large heavily-laden truck, which instantly killed everyone on the bus. In arriving at the entrance to heaven, they were met by Jesus, who, inconsideration of their life of Ugly-induced suffering, offered each of them one wish before entering. The first hesitated not a moment, but burst out loudly with, "I want to be GORGEOUS!" Jesus snapped his fingers and it happened faster than the eye can wink. The next person, on hearing the wish and seeing the result, said, "I want to be gorgeous too!" with the same results. This continued down the line, with each one stepping forward Ugly and stepping away with individual beauty beyond compare. But as Jesus granted the wishes and the line made its way to him, he noticed the man at the very end was laughing. As Jesus progressed through the Ugly, the closer he came to the end, the harder the man laughed. The laughter was contagious and the Ugly before the man started smiling and chuckling quietly, as the Ugly do when they didn't get the joke. Finally, the man, with aching ribs and teary eyes, stepped up for his wish. It took him a few minute to compose himself, while Jesus waited patiently. With only small irrepressible chuckles, the man laughed forth his wish. "I wish they were all Ugly!"

Hugs I can only speak from the impact on my life, but it seems that suicide hurts those who love the victim the most... And impacts the selfish or uncaring as much as putting a finger into a pail of water and removing it. A terrible terrible waste... (Well written and brought up some serious memories.)

Huggles I think... I think I'll just leave this as a very happy birthday wish, and saying quite sincerely that I'm blessed I've met you. AP-E, -Peredhil Law

hugs Welcome back. Fall is a busy time for many reasons, and the waning of the sun parallels the waning of energies in many of us. So don't worry about it- we're grateful (or at least I am) whenever you can grace us with your presence. After all, Pen family is were they *have* to take you in when you show up again You can pick your friends as they pick you But family is stuck as if by glue. -Peredhil

great mind images off that one. Reminds me of a weathered statue of a saint I'd seen in Europe - so worn by time, tears, and touches that the original saint couldn't be recognized. In "hoping that they home to hold some comfort" I'm not quite sure I follow what you say, although I think I know what you mean - they hope that they can find the same type of comfort at home holding the chip emblematic of the statue. Which of course, doesn't fit the rhyme! Huggles -P

[Elrohir] I hissed and just managed to override the mamba body's instincts before biting Orlan. The mamba is one of the few snakes that will charge a person and swarm up the snake-catcher pole to try to bite him. I started the Circle over again before the next one in could start to decay, but my tongue was flickering to test the air constantly. It smelled like Orlan, the D.E.P. was unmistakable. But Orlan's prowling graceful walk had been known to make jungle cats seek therapy for feelings of inferiority. Tripping? I refocused and concentrated on what I was doing - the mental constructs of Serpentine Rituals are its foundation. [/Elrohir]

That has roots in the past... Nice modern adaptation of ye olde Curse.

Questions: Is there a beginning date? And end date? (I'm thinking that everyone can continue, but this IS a Quill Quest, and I'd not like you to be caught in an open-ended quest) The communication is to be poetry - is there the further restriction that it will be Haiku only? (5-7-5, 7-7, 5-7-5, lather rinse repeat) Are other types of Haiku allowed? Do you think you'd have time to make a small research post on Haiku to educate the Penners? (hint: you could steal a lot of stuff from a post by Bedlam on the UBB, if the UBB still exists) Are the participants to publish excerpts of their poetic conversations, for the amusement or edification of all? Forces his mind to spin off toward some other issue and leave poor Vlad alone.

Nods, and goes for fresh popcorn, more than content to wait!

I think perhaps I found a solution to the Elladan problem, and laid the foundation for more insanity. Heh, we'll see...

[Peredhil] After speaking to William, I was at somewhat of a loss as to what to do. I knew where my body was of course, as I could feel my Ring, bound to me as it is. Why Sauron hadn't spent the extra life force to password protect his, I'll never know. I'd looked on Melkor once. The Great Enemy. The most terrifying thing I remember was his beauty. Something had to be done. I wasn't sure what would happen if bodies were killed with their minds switched, but it probably wouldn't be pretty. Thinking back to the last time I'd worn a snake's skin, I wondered if the Serpentine Mysteries would work here. The Pen was situated at a crossroads of powers and planes, a natural weak spot through which much leaked. Perhaps. The benefit was that they required knowledge, not a great deal of power - most of that was in my own body. This snake wasn't even a potential mageborn. As I began writhing into the Glyphs which comprised the Ritual of Opening, I made a mental note to speak to Guido about all this later. [/Peredhil] [Elrohir] I hated snakes. Really. I know I went with Dad on that quest to recover the Eye from the Temple of Set, and had worn a snake's body, but... I really hate snakes. No matter how much I talk to myself, and know it isn't true, they'll always be slimy poisonous worms in the gibbering depths of my mind. Being closest to the Word, we'd been drawn into snake's bodies when it warped. I'd imagine that several others, if not all, had endured some change or transfiguration. The ones furthest away might only have mental effects, but they should be wary of repressed parts of their minds. I found Dad quickly through his essence, and saw he was a reasonably large Boa Constrictor, which rather made sense. They aren't as aggressive as most of the others. From the looks of it, I was stuck in a black mamba. Odd choice for the word, mambas are fast hyper-aggressive and very very poisonous. I can only assume the Word had liked Dad and not liked me in matching us up. Dad said something to William, which just goes to show how well he'd mastered the snake thing before, then started into the that slow snake magic. With a sigh, well, a hiss rather, I began weaving the Circles around him - he might think he could get away with working unshielded, but given the results of his last attempt, I wasn't going to take chances. I had two of the three Circles writhed into glowing existence around him by the time he'd finished Opening and had started into the Ritual of Welcoming. [/Elrohir] [Elladan] I blitzed into full as Dad started forward and time slowed to a crawl. Tiny details became magnified. Yui's sharp breath behind, the glint on Ayshela's knives, Regel standing with bent head listening to someone shorter. I Pulled the Mithran blade from its location elsewhere. I'm not a cleric by any extent, but the Bull Slayer was known for his hatred of Set, and the blade would put up with me if it got to kill snakes. I've been meaning to return the blade, but just haven't found an active temple. Dad's shoulder's tensed as he started to cast, and I suddenly Felt Guido's wild flare of magic; he'd taken off his Faerie Dragon Ring. Stupid, he was gonna do something that required magic. No time to slow down and warn Dad or El', so I Shielded and threw myself backward into a Rip I opened, figuring I could survive whatever was on the other side long enough to come back and save them. The Rip worked - but got caught with something similiar and clumsy seeking the Pen. I looked around and slowed. London. I was in London and Dad was in trouble. The staff knew enough to exit when I appeared with a sword. In the absence of snakes, the sword started to fight me again. I dropped back to realtime and reminded it why it had let me take it from the altar the first time. It's whimpers were background distractions as I used it to begin carving Runes into the floor and walls, enchanting as I went. This would be a Wild Gate, but I was sure I could force it to get me back. Any fool who came in after me might find themself anyway, but that wasn't my issue. The Gate was rough and ready, just lacking an Adept Word but I took a moment to rest and focus. The time differential here worked in my favor, unless the Gate would be warping time as well. None of us are as good as Dad with the Adept magic, but he'd forced us all to learn over the years. In a few minutes, I'd be back. Dad had better be alive. Something inside tried to push at my cheekbones as if to force me to cry, but I fought it back down. Staring at them, I forced my hands to quit shaking at what was in me, then I spoke the Word and stepped. [/Elladan] [Guido] Perhaps it was da booze, but something ate my spell. Next thing I knows, I'm still in da high beams, gots my gat, and wearing my Ring. Nice reflexes I thinks to myself. When I looked down, I wished I hadn't. Something had gone very wrong. I saw da Boss okay, but he swayed and fell, then started writhing around on da floor. Elrohir was on da floor too trying to bite anything dat came close. Der was a raw planar hole starting ta close and Something was coming through. I aimed da gat at it and prepared to introduce myself Politely. Nine rounds of manners. [/Guido] [Nuncio] I finished checking the brush strokes for the fifth time to ensure I'd drawn them correctly. One of the haberdashers commented it looked like Oriental calligraphy. I accepted his praise as just due; I am acutely dexterous with my paws. Clutching my shopping bag with my extra clothes, I adjusted my new silk tie with my other paw. With one final thanks to the staff, I spoke the Word to activate the temporary Portal and felt it seeking the description I'd specified. It snapped into a lock-on much faster than normal, and I wished that Guido had been here to notice how much I'd improved. As I stepped through, Something brushed me, a maelstrom of rage lonliness and death passionate death, causing me to stumble a bit. There were a few sharp barks and something tugged at my bag. In horror, I realized I wasn't in the Bosses chambers. I was in a Ball Room looking like a Wyvern Terran Conservatory Bash. There were snakes, Pennites, and poorly dressed people; it was a horrible situation. Unfortunately the Portal's glow behind me had faded - I couldn't just step back through and pretend I wasn't here. I looked down to rescue my clothes and saw a tight shotgroup through the center of my bag. My bag with my new suits. It could only be Guido. Assessing trajectory from the exit holes, I raised my eyes to scan the ceiling for that clothes wrecking hamster, and saw the hostess, glaring down at the shambles of the floor with knives. There was only one thing a Peredhil Bodyguard walking into such a madhouse could do and I clenched the knowledge like a drowning rat grips a stick. "Miss Ayshela," I shouted, "Pardon me for arriving late to your enchanting soire!" [/Nuncio]

Agree with Deg' on your talent. If you can wait out this time-consuming whirlwind period of my life, I'd partner with anyone for poetry, just hope I can keep up with them. -Peredhil

This ties into a lot of thoughts I've been having lately (although I've a head-start as I do believe in God already.) And I think that's all I'm going to say on that.

Wow. I think I should write a short story when I get time based off that. Welcome back home to the Pen... Hugs Peredhil

I can't help but irrepressably laugh, although I know if you hate snakes, it's no laughing matter - I can just mentally *hear* Ayshela sounding like Indiana Jones... Snakes... why did it have to be snakes? Just as a side-note, after a great deal of thought - do make certain that y'all don't do anything with Elladan. I'd either have to change the last 25 years of roleplaying personality established, or prolly lose the character. As insight, If he found himself out of his own body in a situation like this, he'd be forced to kill anyone who'd witnessed his lack of control and embarassment (and anyone who might've seen, and ... you get the idea) or die trying. In some systems, great powers require great character flaws to balance them.

Oh...my. Recognizing a Muse drive-by kidnapping, he is suddenly very glad he's fulfilled his obligation... Y'all should prolly get writing - never stand in the way of a Muse!

Focusing on pain within It rises until I drown. Turning outward to help others Without expecting return... Value provides a drain.

Instructions... Okay, I'll write down what I think I understand, and then it can be confirmed, denied or modified. 0) find a song that gives you an idea. 1) you send the song/lyrics/whichever or both to Alaeha. 2) when Aleaha introduces you with your song in the thread - 3) your character roleplays telling a story inspired by the song. So it's find a song that would have meaning to your character to the point where the character could use it as an inspiration for a story. In summary, I have four parts to this: 0) communication and coordination. 1) roleplaying (introduction, your setup for story) 2) telling a story. 3) linking it in some way, however obscure, to the song that inspired it. Although so far, from the examples, I don't think you have to explain the links - let others wonder! If I have this wrong, then I eagerly look forward to correction - since I'm already chatting and PMing trying to find a way around the rules...

nods I liked this one. Really liked the same line as Appy.

You know, the amusement value to this is really enormous, once you get past them being snakes. Great catch on the insurance salesman Tamaranis - I nearly fell out of my chair laughing. I think I'll let others post before I do anything. I'm not looking forward to Elladan's reaction in any of the probabilities that spring to mind. It would be wisest to leave him alone for now. If anyone writes something about Elrohir, it should keep in mind he's clerical by nature and the most recent Imprinted magic system was Archmage(Maritel)/Magic:the Gathering(Wizards of the Coast)/Master of Monsters(Microprose) Ascendent/white/life type stuff. Oddly enough, Peredhil has been a snake before. Feel free, but in snake form before, he nearly starved because he was too Polite to bite anything.

Shrugs I've been through enough that I know that my answer isn't just talk. First, I wouldn't be guilt-ridden - I think guilt over circumstances beyond your control is stupid and a waste of energy. Nightmares... I'm rather odd in that I've always seen them as interesting and usually studied them for a story or to weave into my FARS worlds. But as to vengeance- I'm a Christian who really truly believes it. Enemy or Friend (although I'd be more cautious with the Enemy), I'd try to assuage THEIR guilt and grief, and pray for them. Talk to them if they'd let me. If vengeance is needed, I've found that God does it far far more effectively than I, cause my imagination is limited and my reach is short. I've seen it enough that I really feel sorry for people who damage or try to damage me and mine. It frees me to live my principles. -Peredhil

Sometime I'm going to have to write a ramble or a poem or something on the word "love". It is so abused and misused. I'm happy for you that you're recognizing that because you needed something but were given poison instead, that it wasn't love. It's abuse. Anyone can define a word as they want - it's actions that show. If someone says, "this is love" and then tortures you in some way, that isn't love. If someone says, "This is a cat" and then puts you in a cage with a wolverine, that' isn't a cat. but you can spend the rest of your life misunderstanding when other people use the words correctly. *hugs* I love you, not wanting anything of you except your success, not needing anything of you at all to be "worthy" of my love, and I've decided to love you despite what you do or don't do (although I mightn't not approve). -PereDAD

Happy birthday Ken! Happy birthday Degenero Angelus And Happy birthday to the rest of y'all, the other personae. It's your birthday and there's fall gloom You look outside but sit in your room The parents bought presents, oh money. That's nice. Love can't be shown with objects, no matter the price. But here at the Pen there are those who know And love you, appreciate you, and wish you the best And so for our poetic reporter of Terra Happy birthday on the day after the night of terror! hugs Love you little bro' Peredhil

Okay, Peredhil, driven by the Rudeness of the hostess hiding in the rafters, just tried a major magic. It coincided with Guido's drunken and very powerful spell. The result should be an opportunity for any sort of fun inspiration someone wants to have - someone who's character hasn't arrived yet could be drawn as a result. someone who's already there could react. or several someones. Just remember - this is supposed to be a *FUN* thread. Let's think Looney Tunes, not Crypt of Horror. Absurdity and creativity are *good* things. As a note, one reason we get along so well at the Pen is that so many are world-weary and have seen so much. read, basically fearless although still cautious. the fear, horror, rejection reactions the characters have always had elsewhere just tend not to happen at the Pen with its people. I'm picturing a place where Dracula is sipping a plasma cocktail (Blood-Lite) talking earnestly with Hastur and Cthulu while Minta tries unsuccessfully to braid and adfix bows to Cthulu's tenticles. A neutral meeting ground, relaxing sorta place. There are some people who simply *cannot* relax, like Elladan, but even he if you notice is able to unbend a bit - he's just... ready. Have fun! explore character development! Interact! -P in haste